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Finding the right ingredients for Mando food isn't easy in such times.
(Written mostly while watching Favreau's random cooking show on Netflix.)
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- Part 4 of Dar'Manda One Shots
- Part 1 of Form of Curry
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It’s beautiful, he thinks. The perfect evening for a picnic.
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- Part 1 of Cαɳ Yσυ Hҽαɾ Tԋҽ Oƈҽαɳ Fɾσɱ Sραƈҽ?
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Cullen finds peace in the stillness of moments that aren’t quite what they seem.
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Walking was hard. Why was it so hard?
Ranboo groaned as the Tommy and Tubbo in his head sang out, “That’s what she said!”
He can’t even get rid of them when they aren’t around, it seems.
It’s times like these that Ranboo’s grateful that he’s not one of the well-known heroes. Techno can barely walk downtown without a fan practically throwing themselves on him.
He’s saved a lot of people.
Or, heroes and villains all seemed very black and white, but Ranboo was the sly shade of gray in between. The blurry figure that slipped through the cracks, the stuffed toy left under children's beds. He didn't live up to the picture-perfect hero, but wasn't quite bad enough to be classified as a villain, and his vigilante days were over. So he's stuck trying to prove himself to the heroes that everyone looks up too while also figuring out just who he is and what he wants to be.
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Psychogram [psy·cho·gram | ˈsī-kə-gram]
NounA description of the mental functioning of an individual, especially: the pattern of responses to a projective technique
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“Cocolia…” She repeats, filled with a reverence that curls over that single word and sends shivers down Cocolia’s spine. “What a pretty name.”
Cocolia’s heart skips a beat, her pulse racing, thrumming under her skin. A flush creeps up her neck. In the pits of her stomach, butterflies flutter about, flapping desperately against the confines of her soul.
And thus, the buds of a friendship are sown, even in the face of uncertainty. On that day, like the birth of a single First Snow in the winter, everything begins anew.