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faust becomes ill due to the seasons changing, and all she wants is ishmael to take care of her during this time.
she also really wants soup. chicken noodle soup. but that's not mentioned (unfortunately).
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jia xichun, the hierarch of hongyuan, needs help with some things! she asks don quixote (also known as sancho) for a few favors!
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Two days since those kids from the Liu Association first showed up and Roland still can't kick the scent of smoke.
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17 May 2026
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Moirai decides to switch things up a little and convinces Yan to let her try taking the lead.
Which leads into a night of caution being thrown to the wind.Bookmarked by ishfaust
15 May 2026
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Moirai braids her lover's hair to relax, and Yan contemplates the nature of this simple, underappreciated luxury.
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15 May 2026
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As Promised, and a Little More Besides by ThisTimeForSure
Fandoms: Limbus Company (Video Game)
05 Jul 2023
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Faust promises Ishmael a "reward" for good behavior and satisfactory performance. She follows through.
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27 Mar 2026
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The Daring to Want Another Person by ThisTimeForSure
Fandoms: Lobotomy Corporation (Video Game)
21 Jun 2023
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Hod felt the words more than heard them. She only knew them to be Gebura’s because no one else could have uttered them with such annihilatory gravity. She resolved from settling blood like the pale autumn fog through falling leaves: silent, precipitous, like dew beading in the tender moments between dusk and dawn.
The sleek black, silver, and neon-streaked crimson armor was new. Her flowing-flame hair and piercing steel mask, Hod would know them anywhere. The mask was sheer of anything but a blazing focal point of bloody light. She raised before her a massive and many-eyed, single-edged sword of blistering flesh and cold metal. It sang too, the melody accompanying the dance of death in which Gebura immersed herself. It was a sanguine harmony of heart and soul. Hod saw Kali that day.
The scars in her heart made her motion mesmerizing, the madness wielded there, the resolve to wade against the tide of slaughter and fearlessly rip fear itself limb from bloody limb with her own hands. It captivated Hod. Monstrous blood soaked her armor like rain, casting her jutted silhouette in a halo of gore and violence befitting her namesake. Hod was transfixed by the color and the proclamation.
She was the Red Mist.
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27 Mar 2026