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For all his life, Frederick Kreiburg believed in no other deity than the Muse. Even when She so mercilessly denied him Her gifts, he remained faithful, hoping against hope that She will turn back to him one day. That is, until a certain raven god showed up on the night everything shattered…
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"Moon, tell me if I could
Send up my heart to you?
So, when I die, which I must do
Could it shine down here with you?"- Language:
- English
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他将那沓乐谱紧紧地按在怀里，在最贴近他心脏的位置，像是一个迟到的拥抱。
那是他能收集到的，关于他的，所剩无几的遗物。
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- Part 8 of Le Vieil Amant
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Of the Northmost Winds and Skies by xxiiyu
Fandoms: Rise of the Guardians (2012), How to Train Your Dragon (Movies)
25 Aug 2020
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It's the first winter after Pitch's defeat. Jack is happy, he's not alone anymore, and his memories are gradually returning. But when a treasure hunt gone wrong puts Jack and Jamie in danger, flinging them through time and space, they find themselves on an island neither of them have heard of before. Jack's first priority is to get Jamie home safe, but Berk's inhabitants - human and otherwise - are certainly not making it easy.
Knowing they will leave Berk and the Vikings behind as soon as they know how to, Jack is not going to risk the pain of growing close to any of these people (or dragons, for that matter). But Hiccup Horrendous Haddock, wearing his heart on his sleeve, doesn't seem to want to take the hint.
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with sincerity, i ask someone to explain by saffroncassis
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
04 Sep 2020
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Your hand comes down like judgment, like providence
over the burning skin of my wrist
my nape,
my cheek.
The first thing that imprints lucidity
onto my blank, screaming mind.A poem Re: love and identity, starting POV Dazai and ending POV Chuuya
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- Part 4 of perfection is you made form
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24 Jan 2025
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He was sure that if he were to look back on this day— with thoughts of the salty winds of beaches, the seashells which were crushed beneath them, and the feeling of rushing water washing over their feet in mind— he’d feel oh, so sentimental.
In the midst of night, a walk by the shore, just the two of them, was certain to be refreshing.
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He kisses them, again. Palm, sides, length, tips. He has heard once, an urban legend perhaps, that a kiss to the tip of one’s fingers means loyalty. He finds it rather fitting.
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13 Jul 2024
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this is so sweet AHAHFHUSFKSDFLS writer ur the founding father of the orphrick nation frfr