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Dess Holiday swings the bat.
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12 Aug 2025
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Moomin let out a slow breath. “I just wanted to say what I thought.”
“Then you did. And now you learn what it does to others. That’s not failure. That’s living.”
He said it like it was just a thing to know. Like how you had to peel bark away gently if you wanted to find the beetles underneath, or how the wind always made a hollow sound before rain. A piece of knowing that didn’t come from books or grownups or trying very hard, but from… living. Moomin thought Snufkin had a great many pieces like that. Moomin wanted some, too.
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snufkin teaches moomin lessons about love, loss, grief, and how there is no one way for things to be
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10 Aug 2025
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Tenna could hear the kitchen. The clatter of plates. The deep rumble of Asgore’s voice, rising—then flattening into something hoarse. Toriel’s sharper. Less like a yell, more like a scab picked sore too many times. Kris would wander in, shoulders stiff, and press their cheek to the static. Sometimes, if the TV was warm from recent use, the glass would fog. They’d breathe slow. Not watching anything. Just being close.
He’d glow soft blue beneath them. He always kept his volume low. Just enough to give them something steady. He thought of himself, in those times, as a nightlight. Something for a scared kid to feel near when they didn’t want to cry.
And then, sometimes, Kris would draw.
Little stick figures with marker right on the screen. Green for themselves. Brown for Noelle. Big loopy lines for antlers. Red for Dess. a big triangle with gashing spikes . Toriel would scold them gently when she caught them, but she never got angry. She’d say, “Markers are for paper,” and Kris would shrug and say “Okay,” and do it again next week.
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ode to the cathode
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08 Aug 2025
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and the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love by TheKnightsWhoSayBook
Fandoms: Babel - R. F. Kuang
01 Oct 2022
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The army moved forward, and the tower shivered. Nobody else seemed to notice. Lettie blinked, hard. For a moment she thought tears had distorted her vision, and touched her face, but it was dry. And the tower shivered, again, violently, an undeniable vibration. Shouts rose from the army, which broke, lost its neat rows of soldiers as they scattered backwards, and great chunks of Babel began to fall.
The roof, fallen in. The walls, clattering downward in a wave as each lost stone knocked loose another. Books, shelves, desks, indeterminate objects blurring in midair, falling like missiles. Her home, her Babel, her tower, falling.
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Lettie sees the fall of Babel and the rise of Hermes. She still can't admit she's not the victim.
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16 Jul 2025
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Our Friends Do Not Look Fine by CourierNew
Fandoms: Undertale (Video Game), Deltarune (Video Game)
04 Nov 2018
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It's raining somewhere else.
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16 Jun 2025