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Exhausted from the tuning, Sunday felt he should head back to the Express for a good rest.
or, Ashveil was right. It actually was stupid when it took a toll on its aftermath.
Thankfully, he has a safe place to land his tired, broken wings.
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08 Jun 2026
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And once again, off Kaeya goes, detailing the Spark Knight's newest adventures with the Knights. Diluc focuses on following him, not really paying attention to what Kaeya is saying, but much more on the idea of not having a mental breakdown in the middle of Windrise.
Not now. Not here — not where Kaeya could see.
He'd gotten through enough of those on his own, just as he deserved; he didn't need to drag Kaeya down towards his own demons. Not again.
OR; the demons that Diluc normally face alone rear their ugly heads while with Kaeya. Kaeya, understandably, is horrified that his older and ridiculously stubborn brother lives like this. Takes place directly after 5.6.
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05 Jun 2026
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The life of Diluc Ragnvindr was a simple one; wake up, do paperwork, work at Angel’s Share, do his nightly patrol and sleep. Every day he did this completely alone, it had been like that for a long time now. Diluc was fine.
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Gods, he was not fine.
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30 May 2026
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In this world, the first words your soulmate speaks to you are tattooed on your skin from birth.
Wriothesley hears his on the day he stands - a ragged, scrawny teenager, his hands still feeling the sticky warmth of another’s blood - in the middle of a world he’d only ever seen in newspapers. And looking down on him was a divinity... dressed in elegant robes, with hair the color of moonlight on water.
In that moment, Wriothesley swore an oath to himself that he would not utter a single word in reply. After all, what right did he have to taint this divinity with his own filth?
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28 May 2026
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A gamebreaking glitch tore the game session to shreds, right before they reached the end. Dirk Strider was already dead at the time. Temporarily. Which left him to revive in the aftermath. As the Prince of Heart, he doesn't have much experience putting souls back together, only breaking them, but at this point he seems to be the only one who even knows shit is broken.
He's the last person who'd trust himself with this. Not when he's out of time, out of place, and over his head being responsible for a little brother, a life, and a body his conveniently dead asshole of a splinterself already, thoroughly fucked up.
AKA: A game crash creates an unholy mashup of who the hell knows how many sburb sessions, and Dirk-as-Bro attempts to figure out wtf happened and how to fix shit for the brother who fears him, and the friends who don’t remember him. Because that’s what he does. But no Dirk has ever excelled when truly alone. Good thing he isn’t, he just needs to learn how to accept the help.
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- Part 2 of Memory Not Found: Shatterstuck
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27 May 2026