DryWindedMarsh
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- Rurouni Kenshin (1)
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devout fallibilism (and other solutions to the three body problem) by arrowinthewall
Fandoms: スキップとローファー | Skip to Loafer (Manga)
24 May 2026
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Sometimes the secrets of Egashira Mika distract him more than the secrets of the universe.
Bookmarked by DryWindedMarsh
23 Aug 2026
Bookmarker's Notes
porse is insanely beautiful and love the way romance is approached here
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Dream a Little Dream of Me by euthymiya (Meowdei)
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
24 Feb 2026
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“If I had seen you before I left…” His voice falters, just for a moment. Just enough to betray him. “I…I don’t think I would’ve gone.” The admission hangs there, fragile and terrible. He laughs roughly after, but there is no humor in it. “Pathetic, isn’t it? Grand Master o’ the Knights o’ Favonius…brought low by somethin’ as simple as a goodbye.”
Your expression softens just a fraction, but it only makes his chest ache more. And then, you whisper, “You should get home, Varka. I’m being serious—you’ve had a lot to drink.”
OR: For the longest time, Varka’s dreams have always been just that—dreams. He returns to Mondstadt and faces the possibility that maybe they can be more.
Bookmarked by DryWindedMarsh
20 Jul 2026
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nature chews on me by toholdmulberryleaves
Fandoms: とんがり帽子のアトリエ | Tongari Boushi no Atelier | Witch Hat Atelier (Manga)
05 May 2026
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He should surrender and become the tree, and the bright star of Olruggio will shine endlessly on as he always does.
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Days In The Sun by princesscas
Fandoms: とんがり帽子のアトリエ | Tongari Boushi no Atelier | Witch Hat Atelier (Manga), とんがり帽子のアトリエ | Tongari Boushi no Atelier | Witch Hat Atelier (Anime)
04 May 2026
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Qifrey keeps his secrets. Olruggio tries to learn him anyway.
(Simplified Chinese | 中文 translation thanks to the lovely therewashappinessbecauseofyou!)
Bookmarked by DryWindedMarsh
06 May 2026
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“Hey, it’s just me,” a voice suddenly drifts in from the other side of the door. “Please let me in.”
You know that voice. Familiar like the warmth of a setting sun lighting up your skin, only, strange somehow. As if looking closer at the golden hues of the horizon and finding it’s doused in honey instead.
He sounds different.
When a certain samurai wanders to your front door in the middle of the night in a half-drunken stupor, you see little drawbacks in letting him into your home to sleep it off. The only problem that arises is the difficulty in detecting where the line of your friendship ends and begins.