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苔花如米小，也学牡丹开 (Moss flowers like a microcosm of peonies) by hopperbot (hopper) for 铁锅月 (beiyingxue)
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
27 Oct 2021
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Fanart for 铁锅月's seriously amazing xiyao fic 《金光瑶死后世界崩坏了》
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Dandelion Rings by elfdaughter (hopper) for pennyworld, cerisen
Fandoms: Kuroko no Basuke | Kuroko's Basketball
23 Mar 2015
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Kuroko confesses first. It's a beautiful wedding.
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Out of Orbit by elfdaughter (hopper) for pennyworld, cerisen, leclercdelune
Fandoms: Kuroko no Basuke | Kuroko's Basketball
27 Feb 2015
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Kise is failing astronomy class.
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Kise's first college party (and failed confession)
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Kurokocchi, I just met myself from another universe. I love you there too!
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Soft Sword by CwythanWind
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
17 Apr 2022
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After that Xichen puts Shuoyue away, set respectfully on one of the few bare shelves inside. He keeps Hensheng with him. A spiral of cold light around his forearm. A belt of clear water at his waist.
Lan forms are not much use with the soft sword. Some of them can be adapted—he saw A-Yao do as much. But Xichen is long and lanky and strong. Hensheng is coiled and sharp and savage.
It expects something of Xichen. It is waiting.
In seclusion, Xichen picks up A-Yao's sword and slowly draws his ghost back into the world, into a body.
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i’m reaching light through the struggle by Stratisphyre for irrationalpie
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
24 Mar 2025
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“There are stipulations... It will only work five times. You cannot kill anyone. And it lasts only a short while.”
Given the chance to rewrite moments in his history, Lan Xichen discovers those moments change with every decision he makes.
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蓝曦臣回头——灯火明灭如血肉构建重生，有人半透明的青白的面庞透过烛火，哭也似的笑容在灯火下显出几分妖异的殷红。
“你终于出现了，阿瑶。”蓝曦臣说。
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泽芜君身边藏着一只鬼魂。 -
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少爷蓝曦臣×书童阿瑶
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There was another boy there at the base of the balcony outside of Meng Shi's window, where Meng Yao liked to sit: a boy few years older than him, taller, in finely made clothing that would normally make Meng Yao itch all over in futile envy, but the other boy’s eyes were white around the edges in a way that was immediately, painfully familiar.
“Someone’s chasing you?” Meng Yao asked, and the boy’s eyes widened even further, surprised, but he nodded in confirmation. “There’s a trellis around the left side – can you climb up? I'll hide you.”
"Thanks," the boy said, later, once the man he called Wen Ruohan had left. "My name is Nie Mingjue. What's yours?"