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There’s something stuck in your hand, some type of splinter from those woods you avoid, some thorn tickling at your insides, and it’s infecting and rotting every part of you. There is no way to clean this piece of yourself.
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04 Feb 2026
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29 Jan 2026
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The fire inside her is burning again, and she doesn’t ever want it to stop. Brighter than a blaze or an explosion, the sort of thing she knows she can never feel again and yet so desperately wants to. Their lips taste like apples. She wants more. Their hands slide up to her neck and card through her hair. She wants more. She wants more.
The pain and the soreness and the guilt don’t register for a long, long time. It’s just her and Kris, the desk and the classroom and the world itself out of sight and out of mind.
This must be what hatred feels like.
Susie tries very, very hard to figure out how exactly she feels about Kris Dreemurr.
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22 Jan 2026
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An Ambitious Flame Lighting A Cigarette ('Cause It Can't Be The Sun) by mmmimich
Fandoms: Deltarune (Video Game)
11 Aug 2025
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The kid. Wearing a thick, oversized, hand-knit, lime green sweater with a singular yellow stripe on it, along with a pair of baggy brown pants. They were short, even for a human, but they carried themselves like someone much taller. Their messy hair had a distinctive, intoxicating scent—like apples, but… better—that allured her despite the distance between them, made her wanna just- jump them and take a bite. Was that weird? That was probably weird. But she didn't care. And despite the way said hair covered up their eyes, she could see glimpses of red shining through.
But most notably was the tiny little cocksure grin. That infuriating grin. Taunting. Mocking.
Susie wanted to wipe it right off of their face.
In which Susie hates Kris Dreemurr, except she really, really doesn't.
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22 Jan 2026
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Susie knew music was important. It made you remember the things you forgot. It kept your feelings trapped in one place. It overwrote old memories with new ones. She didn't think anything of it when Toriel let her pick the music on the way home from the diner. Not until she really knew Kris.
Not until she realized Hometown was filled with things that already happened—things no one really wanted to talk about in words.
Or: Susie, some old CDs, and a big, underwhelming smalltown mystery.
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15 Jan 2026