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you may tell the german college that their honor comes too late by magpiesbones
Fandoms: とんがり帽子のアトリエ | Tongari Boushi no Atelier | Witch Hat Atelier (Manga)
29 Aug 2022
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The Knights’ cloaks are the color of an open wound against the walls of the atelier, their pennants like exposed bones. They look at him like Olruggio has committed a crime he cannot remember. Maybe he has.
They do not tell him who Qifrey is, even when he asks. They do not tell him much of anything.
Olruggio thinks he can figure it out from the empty space.
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comfort food by beelzebby666
Fandoms: とんがり帽子のアトリエ | Tongari Boushi no Atelier | Witch Hat Atelier (Manga)
09 Jun 2026
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"How much did you pay for these?" he asks.
Ah, just expenses? "Not much," Olruggio says, stepping around the counter to lean against Qifrey's side, arm wrapping around his waist comfortably. "I got a good deal."
Qifrey relaxes some. He turns his face to nuzzle against Olruggio's neck and he leans his head back in response, giving more room for Qifrey to press against his pulse.
"Oh dear," Qifrey sighs, turning his face to rub his cheek against Olruggio's cloak. "I'm afraid I have a secret to tell you."
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11 Jun 2026
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don't show me the stars by desmodus
Fandoms: とんがり帽子のアトリエ | Tongari Boushi no Atelier | Witch Hat Atelier (Manga)
20 Apr 2026
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Let him have his good time, Qifrey thinks, and, conjoined with that thought: he'd have more of them, after all, had he not thrown his lot in with yours.
Always the one hand, then the other. Qifrey would say he's used to it, but then it wouldn't work, would it?
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05 Jun 2026
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every sentence is a punch to the gut but the worst offender is this:
Olruggio shakes his head. "I think I made a mistake," he says, voice low and ragged. "Teaching you to smile."
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sing yourself a story/to the same old song by jublis
Fandoms: とんがり帽子のアトリエ | Tongari Boushi no Atelier | Witch Hat Atelier (Manga)
30 May 2026
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“You know,” Olruggio says, roughly. He doesn’t move to take Qifrey’s hand again. “You know. You can’t not know, Qifrey.”
Qifrey just looks at him. “I do.”
The rain continues falling.
(And so Olruggio forgets. And he inevitably figures it out again, because of course he does; and he inevitably chooses to forget again, and again, and again, because his heart is always the same. The story is always the same. Like a tale from under a silverwood tree, like a myth from the days of old, not so much tied by the constraints of the narrative so much as being narrative itself. Antigone must bury her brother. Iphigenia must be put to death. At a thousand turns, in a thousand ways, Orpheus must turn, and he must look, again, and again.
And Olruggio forgets.)
There is an old story about a witch and a silverwood tree.
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letters from eighth grade by hansdevice
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary (2026)
28 Mar 2026
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Dear Mr. Sir Grace,
This is Abby from your eighth grade class. We have a substitute teacher called Mr. Tyson. He is not nearly as good as you. We don’t play with a lava happy-sack. We read out of a textbook.
over the years, Ryland Grace's eighth grade class write him messages.
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29 May 2026