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Eight finally turned to meet Three's gaze. His stern expression was just ever so slightly melancholic. “Please, hold out your hand.”
Three hesitated, but obeyed. His palms were sweaty.
Eight brought his hands from behind his back, holding something, keeping it hidden from Three’s view. He gently placed the item in Three’s hand and closed his fingers over it, still keeping it hidden. His hands lingered on Three’s a little longer than needed.
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05 Jan 2026
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“S'not your fault that—”
“—I hurt you,” Susie finished. She chewed on the concept, the edges of her voice frantic, her throat thick. “Because you deserved it.”
“Yes.” Kris pressed her hands against their chest. They smiled in a way that failed to be reassuring. Each desperate breath shuddering through their lungs confirmed everything Susie didn't want to know. “S’fine. It’s okay.”
Kris burned like a charred pan straight out of the oven, or an oil fire stoked by liquor. Susie reeled away. “You—you were trying to set me up,” Susie accused, trying to edge words around the chasm opening in her gut. “You were trying to get me to hit you.”
Kris wants Susie to hurt them. They need her to hurt them. Susie isn't as on board with the idea as they are.
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03 Nov 2025
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*THIS IS A 9 PAGE COMIC*
Spamton finally convinces Tenna to fuck him for the first timeBookmarked by vikavolt
22 Oct 2025
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gravecembalo col piano e forte (or “piano” for short) by Pyknotika
Fandoms: Deltarune (Video Game)
28 Jul 2025
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Kris makes good on their promise for those piano lessons.
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06 Jul 2025
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She showed up at Kris’s door with her hood up and her tail twitching, smelling like smoke that wasn’t hers. She had one of her mother’s old flannels tied around her waist, the sleeves long and dragging. Kris didn’t ask. Just stepped aside.
Toriel, from the kitchen, poked her head out and said only: “Shoes off, dear. I just mopped.”
Like Susie belonged there.
Like she wasn’t a guest anymore.
Kris gave her the couch and curled up on Chariel. Susie protested, at first—“It’s your damn house, dude,” she said, “I can sleep on the floor, I’ve done it before”—but Kris was already half-buried in blankets and completely silent, which meant the conversation was over.
At some point, when the house had gone completely quiet and the shadows settled, Susie whispered:
“Hey.”
Kris shifted their head to look at her.
The moonlight caught her hair, the jagged edge of her teeth. Her eyes were clearer than they ever were at school. No posturing. No sneer. Just Susie. Bare and real in a borrowed T-shirt, her knees pulled up, her voice a rasp.
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i have extremely specific thoughts on krusie
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09 Jun 2025