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A little blurb:When I first started writing, it was for emotional catharsis. With the added benefit of adding more works to the rareships of course. But over time, I think I've learned to genuinely love writing outside of the dark, heart-wrenching, soul-shaking pieces. I've noticed that my more recent works carry a sense of hope and promise for the future.how to human (according to gods) | Rated E | Chapter 9 / 18 | Osial x Zhongli x AzhdahaOnce the dust settled Rex Lapis was content to fade into obscurity. You can shed one identity to a mortal one like the changing leaves in seasons, but the past never forgets. Once that unmovable visage was cast aside, what is left?series: you can(not) repeat]Part 1: the three-body problem | Rated M | Chapter 14 / 14 | Dottore x Pantalone (Switch)Are all the different segments of the Doctor merely cheap imitations, clones of the original? Or by extraction of these parts, have they become separate individuals? Or perhaps they are all parts of the collective self that make the Doctor.Part 2: let time stand still (for just one more day) | Rated M | Chapter 21 / 21 | Dottore x Pantalone (Switch)
       Of the better days that are now only a memory and the end. Pantalone's POV of the "the three-body problem"Series: goldPart 1. this crown of fool's gold will rust | Rated M | one-shot | Pantalone x Zhongli |Not all those born are fortunate nor are the fates always kind. Pantalone understood that more than most. Just as he understood to rise above it, until the source of all the currencies that flowed through Teyvat lay trembling weakly in his iron fist. But the heart of man is not so easily taken, let alone the heart of a god.Part 2: true gold fears no flame | Rated M | Chapter 2 / 2 | Pantalone x Zhongli (Switch)|Pantalone had prayed only once. Upon that little rundown wooden red shrine in that feeble miserable village, with only the small statue with horns a soft amber glow for company, in the aching silence of raindrops and torrential downpour of water. “Yanwang-dijun is always watching over us. Guiding us.”

"Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens, brown paper packages tied up with strings.
Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels, doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles, wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes, snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes, silver-white winters that melt into springs"

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