16 Works by Missolye
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Everywhere I look by Missolye
Fandoms: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 穿书自救指南 | Scumbag System (Cartoon)
20 Jan 2026
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Once, he had believed little children would not be hurt if they were good, if they were part of a clan, if they were clothed in clean clothes and tidied hair. But everywhere in the world, they hurt little children.
There is an old man’s hand around Luo Binghe’s neck. Once upon a time there was another man’s hand around Xiao Jiu’s neck too, just this same way.
He does not let the monster take his children. Not even the unloved ones.
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- Part 4 of SvSS bits and pieces
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It's getting colder by Missolye
Fandoms: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 穿书自救指南 | Scumbag System (Cartoon)
02 Dec 2025
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It starts with the smallest mistake; the kind everyone sometimes does, the kind to look back on and awkwardly laugh about. Why make such a fuss about it ? Moments of white anger and frustrated outbursts are such small matters, part of life, really.
It starts with this;
On an autumn day like any other, Yue Qingyuan hits Shen Qingqiu.
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- Part 3 of SvSS bits and pieces
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To Hold by Missolye
Fandoms: 二哈和他的白猫师尊 - 肉包不吃肉 | The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Meatbun Doesn't Eat Meat
26 Jun 2025
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Cold, beautiful Chu Wanning, esteemed guest teacher at Rufeng Sect, just witnessed the sacrifice of his greatly respected friend Madam Rong by her husband.
But he cannot think only of himself, not when there is a child clinging to his sleeve and crying terrible golden tears, so when Nangong Liu threatens him into obedience, he stays. When the rising Emperor of the Sisheng Peak, Taxian-jun, menaces to invade Rufeng Sect if his demands are not met, he bows his head to his sect leader.
And when Nangong Liu gives him away to marry the man, he goes.
Or, Alternatively,
Mo Ran just wants his new wife to stop looking so sad.
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Milk candies; Or How to say sorry by Missolye
Fandoms: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 穿书自救指南 | Scumbag System (Cartoon)
26 Jan 2025
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One crisp winter day, the little beast hated by everyone on Qing Jing Peak, from his shixiongs to the hall masters to his shizun, destined to become the strongest and most powerful qianyuan in this wretched world, finally presents.
As a kunze.
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- Part 2 of SvSS bits and pieces
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Upon Bloody snow by Missolye
Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - War of the Rohirrim
11 Jan 2025
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Just as the dreaded and terrible High lord of the Dunlendings, his General and their hostage, Hamà, second son of Helm Hammerhand, ride to the door of Hornburg, the Rohan King dies of his wounds. Just as Wulf raises his knife to execute the boy, someone else stops him.
It is not pity that stayed Targg’s hand. It is not pity either that makes him take the boy in. But even he can recognize the madness rotting slowly behind his Lord’s eyes; even he knows that washing blood with blood only breeds red.
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Anoxic brain oxygen deprivation often lead to difficulty with memory and the ability to recall facts, informations, names, and the like.
The boy in the cemetery, rising with bloodied fingers from a broken coffin, cannot know this. He is but a blank canvas for the painter dragging him sundered and lovely.
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- Part 5 of In portraits we see evil
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Bitter persimmons by Missolye
Fandoms: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
31 Oct 2024
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Years before ascending as a peak lord, Shen Jiu's hands were broken and never healed right.
Now there is another child bowing low before him with broken fingers. He is fine. He will never be fine again. The ache will never leave.
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- Part 1 of SvSS bits and pieces
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There is a child in Szarr's Manor, dressed in ruffles and frills, red cheeks framed by black curls dark as burned ink, and eyeless. When he smiles, Astarion thinks he looks just like his father. "To whom are you begging, if there is no one to hear you ?", the boy asks him, and receives no answer.
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There is little to do for a shrivelled womb, not for a spawn nor a master. Of course, this doesn't mean flowers can't bloom in a barren land; only, this one may grow out already dead.
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- Part 4 of In portraits we see evil
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Astarion is thirty-nine years old when he dies in a cold alley, the moon a bright and lonely thing over him. He emerges from a coffin shivering and weak, born anew, he emerges and he kneels.
He’s forty-two when his sire and master takes a needle to his back in the making of a terrible, terrible thing that lasted an entire night, too weary to even cry.
He’s sixty-eight when Cazador seals him shut in a coffin of his own making, and someone else digs him up, hands glowing with a terrifying magic.
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Someone gifted Raphael a pretty little thing, sickly and pale as pure snow. It’s delicate and empty-eyed, sweet as a doll. It bears a contract in the name of his father.
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There was a locket around Astarion’s neck. It was a simple thing, made of sturdy gold, not too gaudy. It was also a gift from his master. Astarion doesn’t know his name. Only that he’s Astarion’s master, and sire.
But he’s all alone in this wilderness now, far from his master and anything he can remember, and no one yet has hurt him. No one yet has told him what to do, either.
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Anoxic brain oxygen deprivation often lead to difficulty with memory and the ability to recall facts, informations, names, and the like. And to a dead boy who spent a whole night in a coffin before rising again, there’s nothing like the taste of dirt on the tongue to spin this tale.
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- Part 2 of In portraits we see evil
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There was embroidery in Astarion's shirt's collar. There was embroidery in his siblings' every things. He was so talented with his hands, so good at this at least. There was embroidery in the tapestries up on the wall.
Pieces of him in everything he stitches, everything he weaves.
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- Part 3 of In portraits we see evil
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There is, for vampires and spawns, no others ways to see themselves than through a portrait - something Astarion could have only dreamed of while under Cazador's rule.
But in the darkest hour of the night, when the sun has yet to rise, when the line between master, father and tormentor blurs, shadows against the wall draw themselves in curious ways. There is a portrait in the golden boudoir. Who can say what it shows ?
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- Part 1 of In portraits we see evil
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Halsin is kind, too kind, maybe. For better or for worse, Astarion must look out for him, even if it means never turning his back to the lovely child reeking of blood and murder.
A conversation is held.
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- Part 3 of Mess of us all, here and there
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Safe in the Emerald's Grove, Astarion stays in the shadows of his druid, still not yet comfortable with so much people. Friends ? What's for ?
Karlach has something to say to that.Series
- Part 2 of Mess of us all, here and there
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Astarion’s an old, bitter whore, made prettier and colder by the light at the window of his room in the brothel he belongs to, overlooking the red district’s street. He sings, and he beds, and he longs for the day he’ll be free—by death or any other means
A sad and lonely thing, Colombe thinks. How lovely he would look, decked in jewels and blood. How lovely his chain would be.
Shackles, shackles, in the end, rotting steel or gleaming gold, aren’t they all the same ?
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Pieces I can't remember losing; did you find them for me ? by Missolye
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
11 Dec 2023
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Free at least from two thousands years of slavery, suffering and blood-stained tears, Astarion wake up.
And yet, so quickly he is found again, by goblins this time, that he thinks he dreamt these few days of freedom under the sun. A pet this time to the True Soul Dror Ragzlin, he survives and wait, weary of a servitude he knows too well.
But there is someone else in these dungeons drenched in blood, someone not so unlike him, who understand that bowing the head sometimes is much better than fighting in vain. After all, pain loves company, does it not ?
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- Part 1 of Mess of us all, here and there