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Dead my old fine hopes
And dry my dreaming but still...
Iris, blue each spring.
― ShushikiJune 1560, the Battle of Okehazama, and Souza Samonji is stolen from the side of his dead master, Imagawa Yoshimoto, by one Oda Nobunaga. A demon, Souza calls him, and the name rings true for many, many years.
An AU to our world as we know it: history (loosely, more or less), plus the addition of tsukumogami at their master's sides. As this continues, more pairings/characters might be included, depending on the path through history.
Heavier focus goes to HeshiSou and KogiMika/IchiMika!
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25 Feb 2026
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(the person that you love is 72.8% water.)
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14 Jul 2023
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for some reason, no matter where or when it is, they always end up finding each other.
(a series of woogyu + yeolsoo drabbles set in various aus)
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07 Sep 2020
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Capture the Flag Can be Sexy (and other lessons) by HyenaHunny
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015), Star Wars Episode VIII: The Last Jedi (2017)
18 Apr 2019
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If someone had asked Rey at the beginning of her first summer as a counselor at Camp Resistance if she would allow Kylo fucking Ren to eat her out in a supply shack and then fuck her in a groundskeeper's cabin during a “friendly” camp vs. camp game of capture the flag, she would have punched said someone in the face. Or at least given them a firm glare.
In short, there should not be so much sexual tension during a game of capture the flag, and Kylo Ren is surprisingly and deeply generous when it comes to oral.
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i'm always in this twilight (in the shadow of your heart) by diasterisms for jitterygummy
Fandoms: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015)
31 Dec 2016
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Coded on a secondhand datapad in a run-down motel room in Mos Eisley, deleted and never sent: Everything about us was a whirlwind.
Written on a scrap of durasheet in a Tion Cluster outpost, the words fading after a while into air and ghosts: You shouldn't have forgiven me for any of it.
Scraped into the bark of an oak tree on the Argazdan homeworld: You won't believe the dreams I have about you.
