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"This may not be the best way to start a journal, but I knew. I knew, deep down I always believed faeries were *real*. And today- though I must keep our encounter a secret from my dearest pals- I have met *her*, a real faerie."
<°~•~ Churro Cookie from Cookie Run decides to write a journal about his encounter with a real faerie, a creature only talked about in myths and legends- said to be dangerous, cruel creatures. Well of course THAT'S A LIE and he always believed so! I mean, why would the Great Sacred Tree allow such malicious creatures in his land?? Churro Cookie writes about her and stuff. May or may not expand the fic later if I feel like it. ~•~°>
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It's summertime so you know what that means? A summer full of inphernals, the Inpherno, and all the issues that plague the world between them, their problems, and everything else in their lives.
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Basically I'm taking requests
Currently looks like the requests are: open
Lucky you.
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03 Jun 2026
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In a world where all deities barring one are dead , Medkit was never found, and Sword has gone missing, Rocket desperately tries to find his freind, however unreachable he is.
Or: Everything has gone wrong, and it's all Followers fault.
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08 Apr 2026
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Rocket hates Sword. The feeling isn't mutual.
But he doesn't hate him for long, despite his best efforts.
He swears it's because the guy is too soft, and it would tarnish his image to treat someone so harmless as an enemy.
But Rocket will never let him in. He'll die on that hill.
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23 Mar 2026
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"I don't really care that you're from Blackrock.. they might have a reputation, but I think there's good in everyone. Not everyone there is a bad person."
//subspace and his moral dilemmas
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19 Mar 2026
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Slingshot saw the shoreline.
Clear as if he were standing there again.
The rocks were uneven beneath his feet, the ocean stretching endlessly beside them, waves crashing in steady, rhythmic breaths. The air had been salty, sharp, alive.
Coil had been laughing. Not the tight, restrained smirk he’d worn in later years. Not the distant, unreadable expression he’d learned to hide behind.
“You seriously tellin’ me ya never been out here?” Coil had said, walking ahead of him, arms spread slightly as if balancing against the wind. “What kinda life s’that?”
Slingshot—back then, not even Slingshot yet, just a kid trying to figure out where he fit—had shrugged, uncertain. “I just never saw the point.”
Coil had turned then, walking backward along the rocks, grin sharp and challenging.
“That’s because you haven’t seen it with me.”
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A long story about grief, absence, and searching for someone who is long gone. Please read the tags for warnings.
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17 Mar 2026