May 16, 2022
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commissioned by @sonofdysonsphere for @demiun... get well soon!!!!!! 💪9️⃣💪
Dwarf Fortress Continues To Be A Treasure. Her Teeth is Gone!
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Hi @sonofdysonsphere, I’m your @touhousecretsanta for this year! Your wishlist had Marisa and Alice on it, so I went with a MariAli fanfic idea! This one’s a historical-themed reincarnation AU. (Sorry this is so late! This ended up wayyy longer than I originally intended... I guess next year I should try to keep it to a more manageable size so that I can actually finish on time -_-)
This is actually only the first chapter!
The second chapter is already half-written, and hopefully that will be up within a few days. And the final chapter... hopefully sometime soon after that...
I hope you enjoy it. Happy (belated) Christmas!
I have always enjoyed how the cpc and the libs have always had to lay out what they have done for “us” instead of actually doing things for “us”
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sonofdysonsphere a réagi à votre billet “I wanna draw but idk what to drawso i open little doodle requests for...”
Hata No Kokoro
(to the nutshack theme tune) It’s Hat No Koko
SPINNY
DYSON
The memory left a sour taste in one's mouth.
((since you didn’t specify, i just hopped on the first idea that came into my head?? its an OC thing i hope thats okay ;;;;;;))
((send me more!))
She could feel her hands trembling, too; she spit, hoping that would rid the taste–and somehow, the memory too–from her tongue. Instead, she tasted metal, and her mind flashed with images of times she’d rather forget. The fights that ended a little too harshly but were never really resolved, the friendly punches that left bruises the next day, the way the word “sister” felt like a whip in her back when it should have felt like sun rays she could bask in. Funny, almost, how clear it was to her now that the two sensations were so… different.
Kris stood, making sure she had her phone and her keys before shouting that she was going out. Someone would hear her.
The door clicked behind her and she ran off into the night. She just needed something to wash out the taste. Anything.
Sacred
of Torbjörn’s new skins