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In the beginning, there were trees.
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- Part 7 of hellbeasts’ faves
- Part 1 of freedom above all things [the extended mix]
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Muken was cold.
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A fragment of Mystic Flour Cookie's soul escapes from a gap of the silver tree – And while most of herself is still imprisioned, this other part of her seeks a way to set her body fully free. On her journey, she accidently enters Longan Dragon Cookie's Pale Expanse while they are still in their deep slumber. What shall happen once the Ivory Dragon meets the Master of the Ivory Pagoda?
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Safety Net by stomachbooks
Fandoms: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tian Guan Ci Fu | Heaven Official's Blessing - Moxiang Tongxiu
05 Mar 2026
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“You’re ruining my floors,” Hua Cheng commented flatly without so much as looking up at the other ghost king standing before him, engrossed in creating yet another painting of his god. Not a second later did He Xuan collapse in on itself, a puddle of black ink against the gaudy carpeted flooring.
Spiraling in self-hatred and unwanted memories, He Xuan finds comfort in the only other being that understands its pain.
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- Part 4 of Erosion
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Shadow Milk’s expression was rapt.
Wide eyes shone with a kind of unholy reverence, mouth parted ever so slightly, caught in the middle of tasting some rare, delicate confection he dared not ruin with sound. His chest rose and fell as though he had run a great distance, but his body remained still, hovering before the open balcony. And his pupils… They quivered.
Truthless Recluse stared, baffled. The fury that had so forcefully burned in him now stalled, tangled in the web of whatever this face was. It was not victory. It was not anger. It wasn’t even pleasure, that it made the air between them feel suddenly obscene.
Shadow Milk licked his lips slowly, dreamily, as if savoring the echo of the Recluse’s voice. He gripped the edge of the balcony railing with one hand, anchoring himself against the sheer entertainment of it, legs curled slightly inward, head tipping back as if receiving something divine. “Say more,” he pleaded with a miserably throaty mutter, “Say anything with that little quake. Say my name like you hate the way it tastes.”