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  1. Public Bookmark 44

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    Lightkeepers were no stranger to mortal dangers.

    For the small price of protecting the innocent villagers residing in Nod Krai, they would risk their own lives fighting back against the Wild Hunt.

    And yet, it seemed as if fate had deemed Illuga’s suffering was enough, and blessed him with enough time to grow old in retirement. To grow old in accompanying a certain Lightkeeper that liked to feed strange things to the blue fire nestled in his lamp…and–

    “What should I do, Young Master Illuga?” Rarely was Flins’ voice so subdued, void of his usual composure and lighthearted teasing. His eyes were inhumanly bright, and yet, all Illuga could see was the wet shimmer of tears from a being that was older than the biggest of trees scattered all over Nod Krai. “I seem to find myself rather unwilling to imagine that we would no longer have our morning tea by my lighthouse.”

    “Oh, Sir Flins.” Illuga smiled, a weathered hand coming to cup this face that remained the same even after the years had gone by. “Sometimes, things just come to an end, that’s all.”

     

    Or in which, Illuga grows old together with Flins.

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    07 Mar 2026

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    this was genuinely so tender and beautiful to read.... wow.... oh wow...

  2. Public Bookmark 96

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    Illuga has two modes: working until he collapses, and feeling guilty about not working enough to collapse. He’s spent a lot of years perfecting those and running from his demons. He was gonna do that until the day he died and everything was gonna be fine. Really.

    Until the gods threw a wrench into his plans.

    Now, he needs a few new modes: resting (nightmarish), being taken care of (actual hell), and maybe not running from himself (absolutely unacceptable).

    Flins thinks this will be good for him. Illuga thinks Flins is lucky he’s cute, because this is all his damn fault.

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    07 Mar 2026

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    THIS IS SO DOMESTIC AND SOFT UUUURGGHHHHHHHHH IT MAKES ME FEEL ALL WARM AND FUZZY INSIDE GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET

  3. Public Bookmark 5

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    My contribution for Joscarl week 2021. Made in response to the day 5 prompt "past or future."

    There's more to aging than the aches and pains of overworked bones. As their bodies have gone weak and they lose their capabilities, Joseph reflects on what forever means to him and Aesop. From their wedding to their first fight, Joseph longs for the past. To him, there's nothing quite as scary as time.

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    09 Feb 2025

  4. Public Bookmark 1

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    大龄失业男会不会遇到他的仙女教母
    非典型拍嬉
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    01 Jan 2026

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    man AH this fic actually made me feel emotions i didnt know existed its so beautiful ill think about it again and again i wont forget this

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    Dimitri stares at the rose, gazing at its starry petals, but the gift tells nothing of its giver. “Strange,” he says, voice rough from disuse. In the spaces between wars, his energy ebbs and fades, eaten away slowly with no source to restore it. Even this visit to the shrine has left him breathing quicker, winded by such a simple use of divine travel. He has not the strength to search for his strange benefactor, nor for the reason behind their gift.

    Something settles in his chest like a stone at the thought, but Dimitri just shakes his head, vanishing the rose to his rooms in Garreg Mach, the home of the gods.

    Who would give flowers to the god of war and bloodlust?

    Be it from mortal or deity, the gift was a mistake, and nothing more.

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    In which the goddess of death seeks to court a deeply confused god of war.

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    26 Nov 2025