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Excerpt from Iterum, Chapter Seven: Alive

Couriway shakes his head again. “Skies, don’t make me do this. I never wanted to hurt him, Reign.”

As Reign’s eyes meet Couriway’s, his razor’s-edge gaze softens. “I know. He never wanted to hurt you, either.”

Couriway scoffs, a wry grin stretching across his lips. “Could have fooled me.”

“Don’t feel bad,” Reign says, shrugging. “He played all of us like Kayfour’s piano. Except for Switch, maybe.”

Couriway removes his glasses, wiping his cheeks with the back of his hand before returning them to his face. “What does Switch know?”

Reign glances inside. “More than he lets on, that’s for sure.”

“I’ll have to speak to him later.” Couriway follows Reign’s gaze, swallowing to remedy the dryness of his throat. “If I go in there and convince everyone that I was…”

Couriway wracks his brain, but he can’t find the right word to describe the judgement he levied against his own Captain other than treason.

“Justified?” Reign supplies.

“Yes, justified in sending him away… You’re certain that is what Feinberg wants?”

Reign nods. His demeanor has dissolved from downright mutinous earlier to stoicism betrayed only by intermittent flickers of resentment in his eyes.

“Alright.” Couriway lets out a whisper of a sigh, signaling Reign to enter the Great Hall before him. “Let’s go make Feinberg proud.”

Reign hesitates, lingering in the doorway, neither inside or out. “He’s going to come back. He’ll come back for you. For us.” Reign looks over his shoulder, catching Couriway’s eyes. “You know that?”

“I know.” Couriway nudges Reign forward by the shoulder. “I’m counting on it.”

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not really an ask, but i think about the corn chip line a lot

me too. when I was rewriting dolorem in 2023, i considered removing that line because I thought it was corny (go figure) but I didn’t because people told me they loved it 😭 so now a goofy decision I made when I was 17 stays in the fic or I face backlash too vicious to imagine

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we study our story arcs; inherently good, or were we broken right from the start?

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been missing iterum lately

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After the Crumbs Settle: Chapter 2 is out!

Pure Vanilla Cookie mysteriously goes missing, and when Shadow Milk Cookie finds him, his so-called “hatred” for Pure Vanilla Cookie is put to the test.

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the first and second truthless recluse doodles i ever did

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New Fic!

After the Crumbs Settle

Shadow Milk Cookie successfully disposed of Pure Vanilla Cookie’s friends. With Candy Apple and Black Sapphire Cookie coming and going, often it’s just the two of them, alone together in a spire far too large to justify how often they bump into each other.

When Pure Vanilla Cookie suddenly falls deathly ill for no apparent reason, Shadow Milk Cookie must uncover the mystery behind it or face losing the only friend he’s ever had. But something’s not quite right about the supposed truth.

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friends…?

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animation test for a bigger project ;]

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i don’t know what you had in mind, but here we stand on opposing sides

more art for my fic teehee

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Iterum Short: You

A short story exploring familiar events from a different perspective. It’s too short to put on ao3, so you’ll find it below the cut.

Creating the Ender Dragon was a mistake.

You never should have underestimated the hubris of mortals. Countless souls fall victim to the glorified blood paywall that is the Ender Dragon, all for the rumors of riches that reside just beyond her domain.

The Ender Dragon was your feeble attempt at keeping the dangerous Outer End away from the prying, greedy, eyes of humans.

It worked. It worked almost too well. The humans of the Overworld drove themselves crazy over what could be hidden there, uncaring of the reason it was hidden in the first place.

Now, what feels like every other second, a mortal is throwing themselves at the claws of the Ender Dragon, and you just can’t keep saving them anymore. It takes too much of your strength. It distracts you.

You’re barely aware of it when another doomed soul enters the End. You can no longer watch your creations tear themselves to shreds.

You brace yourself for the chill that runs through you when the Ender Dragon does her job. You wait. You’re always waiting.

Something different happens. Instead of a chill, it’s like your body has burst aflame, an all-encompassing warmth spreading right down to your fingertips.

Curious, you peek into the End, searching for the soul of the Ender Dragon.

Your eyes fly open, your heartbeat beginning to pick up. You can’t find it. The soul of the Ender Dragon is gone.

Changing your approach, you search the End for the soul of a human. This time, you find it.

You can barely believe your eyes. There, in the desolate wasteland you created to house your deadliest creation, the Ender Dragon lay unmoving.

Perched atop her head, between her horns, is a human. A tiny, fragile, trembling human.

You wonder if this human knows about the final failsafe between him and the Outer End.

As you think that, the human rises on unsteady legs and leaps from the Ender Dragon’s head, hitting the ground running. He takes cover behind a pillar.

Your heartbeat becomes somewhat irregular. What does this mean? You can’t die. You don’t die.

You watch the Ender Dragon’s carcass explode.

You can feel the human’s pain in your chest when a flying piece of dislodged stone strikes him. It’s not enough to kill him. At this moment, nothing is enough to kill him.

You listen to the human’s thoughts as you collect your own. You can barely believe the Ender Dragon is dead, but this human can. This human accomplished what he came to the End for, and now he will fall into the Outer End.

You shake off the shock, congratulating the human on freeing the End of its tyrant.

Though, to you, it’s less of a congratulations and more of a thank you.

Thank you, for doing what I could not.

When the human gets to his feet, he takes off running immediately. It takes you a few seconds to notice that he’s headed in the wrong direction.

Not to him, he isn’t. You can feel his resolve as he charges toward the portal back to the Overworld. He has something to get back to. Someone.

For the first time in a long time, you feel powerless. Not that you can’t still change this world, but you must no longer protect it from yourself.

It’s only once you realize this truth that you recognize the human.

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Fine — Chapter Four: Silence

Couriway’s life just got a whole lot quieter.

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If I became the monster

to everyone but us

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nvm i got sick 🫠 i’ll try my best to get it out soon tho

hi. fine chapter 4 this weekend or i’m a rotten egg

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hi. fine chapter 4 this weekend or i’m a rotten egg

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WHAT GOLDEN DAYS?????? WE WERE SUFFERING

we need like. an hbg revival. bring back davie and ripfc and eleventy and geosquare. let the newbies relive the golden days.

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i think the effort fulham puts into events for the entirety of mcsr goes unnoticed or unappreciated sometimes and i kinda just wanna thank him for that :3 because like for playoffs, gathering clips in real time is SO hard bc when he's clipping one thing, new things might happen in game and the people in chat who are asking why certain things weren't clipped just don't think about this for some reason. and like for mcsr awards, he did that entire thing all by himself! and people were mad about their favs not being nominated for certain categories but it's so much harder than people realize and he doesn't get enough appreciation for it so ig. official fulham appreciation post hes the goat :D