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Meanwhile, Blade is studying every twitch of his fingers, each time his eyes flit to him and lose themselves back inside the room. He watches a man run so many unsaid thoughts at once he reminds him of a fuming kettle. The Imbibitor Lunae he knows wouldn't be so indecisive, so sheepish. But Dan Feng has changed, hasn't he?
He uncrossed his arms and stepped forward, "Dan Heng," it's not venom what drips from his mouth when he says his name, though it's nothing less dangerous, "What do you want?"
Or: Dan Heng and Blade want to fuck but they don't know how to make it happen. Somehow, they make it happen.
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24 Jun 2026
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Dan Heng rarely gets sick.
He never expected sickness to come, actually. As his body had sustained harsh conditions, weathers, explosions—and even the vivid memory of the dark chambers surrounding his frail, malnourished body—starving him of light, of warmth, of basic necessities. Hands of the past gripping his ankles, harsh enough for him to feel the chill of it years later, stopping him from feeling whole—constantly running, despite everyone around him telling him there’s nothing to run away from—could he ever understand himself?
Could his mind ever stop? For once showing care towards himself instead of wandering around incidents of the past? Dan Heng thought about the sheer boredom of this cycle, until a voice echoed near awoke him from the tangle of his mind—Blade's voice.
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19 May 2026
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“I see it in your eyes,” Yingxing breathes, his voice airy and he gasps for freedom. He isn’t the one to run. “You’re starved.”
The sharp daggers of the dragon's teeth prick against the aged skin. Dan Feng bites gently and pulls on it, drawing out a quiet grunt.
“I’m afraid if I let myself be selfish now, I won’t be the same man you knew.” Dan Feng meets those eyes he had grown to be so enamored with. Softer, pale eyes that betrayed the lust and undeniable fear beneath them.
“I’m not a coward.” Yingxing spat back, confident as ever. “Bite me.”
Dan Feng has been holding back for far too long.
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16 May 2026
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The Lamb came out victorious from the battle against The One Who Waits. Not one bit pleased by Narinder's attempt to take their life after everything they did to free him, Lambert spared the former god of death, planning to make the cat pay for everything he had ever done. However, The Lamb's plans had an abrupt change once they brought Narinder to the cult and realized that maybe, just maybe... the rotten, decayed and bone exposed body of the cat was not made for mortal realm without his godhood.
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16 Mar 2026
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Narinder entertains the Lamb and endeavors to remain patient with them because “he wants the Lamb to be utterly, completely devoted to him.” Unbeknownst to him, the Lamb has been deeply devoted from the beginning, and he harbors increasingly concerning emotions towards the Lamb that he doesn’t quite know how to handle.
The Lamb promised to provide joy for both he and his disciples. Narinder envisioned it—how nice the breath of fresh grass would be, how warm the covers of a bed might be like on his fur, how curious his travels with the Lamb will feel. Then all at once his foolishness washed over his back like cold water. Narinder frowned deeply, and emotions that he refused to define as yearning quickly contorted into wrath. Thoughts paced rapidly through his mind—The Lamb made him this way, the Lamb passed on their foolishness to him, and he has been charmed by the Lamb. He felt no longer like a god, no. He felt sick within his body. He was nothing more than a weak and bumbling clown, harvesting feelings for a mortal playing as a false deity.
… But try as he might, he could not deny his raging emotions any longer.
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14 Mar 2026