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  1. Rec 15

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    Ricky wakes up first.

    This is his favorite part of the day. When the sun and he are barely awake, sharing the room and slowly painting it with light.

    He also loves watching Penny. She smiles in her sleep often, and he aches to know what she dreams of. That is, until she wakes up, because then her smile is a choice, and he knows it’s because of him.

    Her eyes scan his face, blinking the sleep away slowly as she smiles. She brushes his curls back, and he softly runs his index finger down the center of her face, stopping at her nose with a small tap. Her smile widens. They explore each other’s features until she speaks.

    “Good morning, Ricky.”

     

    day in the life of Ricky and Penny, living together in the same city as the rest of the Cyclone crew

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    12 Jul 2026

  2. Rec 57

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    (Alternatively titled "The Upper Moon Meeting of 2023, or About 70% of The Reason Why Akaza Has A Pain Killer Addiction" )

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    Doma reaches the bakery’s entrance and makes a big show of leaning against the wall, huffing loudly for breath that he has not needed in centuries. He straightens, still wearing that insufferable grin. “Akaza-dono, look at you! You look as positively radiant as the last time I sa—”

    Akaza raises the knife. “Come here. Let me chop off your dick.”

    Douma tips his head back and laughs. “Oh, Akaza-dono, you are so funny! Now, er, what exactly is that white stuff on your face?”

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    10 Jul 2026

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    genuinely one of the funniest fics i've read in my entire life

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    ☁️✨ (@babymoonlight):
    i’m so sorry i ever made fun of you mr vampire lestat lesander de lioncourt i love u i hope louis kisses ur lil head and tucks you in under a blanket u deserve the world idc

    ama 🍣 (@lilsushiroll):
    he should still die imo

    vamp stan idc 🦷 (aloevampita):
    he’s already dead keep UP you look like an idiot someone already went nom nom on his neck centuries ago you’re too late

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    07 Jul 2026

  4. Rec 54

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    Tsugikuni Michikatsu was the most beautiful creature, of all humans and demons alike, that Muzan had ever seen; of course he’d had no choice but to make the slayer his. His masterpiece, his very own Galatea, sculpted beneath his hand and brought to life anew to be loved by him and him alone. Perfection.

    Kokushibou does not look in mirrors—when he had first begun to wake up, to reanimate, violently gagging upon Muzan’s blood as more and more was forced over his tongue, scalding and thick as it filled up his throat and overflowed from his pried-open mouth, and not one, not two, but three sets of eyes had flown open only to white out from the pain of his transformation, he’d known what he’d become. Hideous. Abomination. Monster.

    These truths are not mutually exclusive.

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    05 Jul 2026

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    He was just a boy.

    His tiny hand was trembling where it clutched the wrapped hilt of his Nichirin blade, making the pommel rattle against its sheath with the faint, unmistakable clink of metal on metal, his little form swallowed up in the black and white uniform of a hashira, poorly tailored to fit someone so small.  In all of Kokushibou's centuries of bloodshed, the thousands of slayers felled by his hand, driven to him like lambs to the slaughter by the orders of the Ubuyashiki clan and their hopeless war, never before had they sunk so low as to send before him a child.

    He looked so much like Yoriichi, all those years ago.  That sweet little face looking up at him, smiling as bright as the sun, eyes shining with nothing but pure adoration as he clutched that pathetic excuse for a flute—terribly carved by the graceless fingers of a five year old—to his chest like it was some precious, perfect treasure.  ‘I think about this flute you gave me as if it were you, brother.’

    The demon that had once been Tsugikuni Michikatsu took his hand off his sword.

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    Or, how Kokushibou enters his 'father' era five centuries too late and somehow, one by one, adopts a hoard of child soldiers.

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