magiccore
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Весь мир кричит ему в уши: Мия Ацуму влюблен в Хинату Шоё! А он хочет, чтобы этот надоедливый хор заткнулся и его голова перестала трещать и свернуться калачиком и кричать и- о боже, неужели он сломал мамину любимую тарелку? Она точно его убьет.
или же, история о первых влюбленностях, летних фестивалях и неловких признаниях.
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остается только Акааши, и он — целый мир.
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It's hard to sleep after Amphoreus, to say the least.
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02 Apr 2026
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the one and only flagship store of fluffy across the blue by Serena_Nymph
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
09 Feb 2026
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Ways to react upon finding out there is a franchise based on your life story, with a huge fanbase and even huger selection of merch include: starting a ship war, making itabags of your partners fursonas, or having a mental breakdown.
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The Astral Express discover Fluffy Across the Blue.Bookmarked by magiccore
02 Apr 2026
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"This is a ritual I perform for my flock, from time to time. An… act, with which you may soothe the disharmony in your mind via union of the flesh," Sunday explains — like it's the most normal thing in the world, and not a fabrication based on his own long-held sexual fantasy. "I believe it may do you some good, Mr. Gallagher."
"'Soothe the disharmony in my mind,' huh. Well," Gallagher muses, coming to a stop in front of the chair. "Certainly got plenty of that."
He leans in to stare Sunday in the eyes with a smirk. "But I'm a real piece of work, you know? Lots of disharmony up here. You sure you know what you're getting into, Mr. Wings?"
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31 Jan 2026
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Это больно, но иначе. Это свидетельство того, что вас очень сильно любят. Это бывает сложно принять. Но ещё сложнее бывает принять, что ты любишь в ответ.
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29 Jan 2026
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He stops in his tracks when he sees the man on the bench. Luckily, he is quick enough to catch the bag full of pastries he had let go of before they crashed to the ground and spilled all over the pristine streets of Golden Hour.
He…
He cannot remember the last time he saw this man outside the walls of that cold, cold manor. If ever, an angry voice in his mind hisses. For as long as he had been alive, this man was always within the walls of his childhood home, never even venturing into the gardens or the enclosed greenhouse.
Like clockwork, he always knew where this man would be. At eight in the morning, noon sharp, and five in the evening, he was always in the kitchen. At seven, he would be in the living room, book in hand, ready to read them the next episode of Clockie.
Never a minute late, never a minute early. A clock that never broke, that always told you the correct time.
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Or, Sunday is greeted by one more person as he departs from Penacony and, finally, the last chains that have bound him are removed.
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29 Jan 2026