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Violet Ebonwing: Dreams of the Past by Shi-joshin, literature

Violet Ebonwing: Broken Hearts by Shi-joshin, literature

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Violet Ebonwing: Broken Hearts

“You, tiefling,” the man said walking towards Violet. “Name,” he barked out. Violet tamped down the urge to run. The man wore slightly cheep chain armor, but the sword on his hip appeared not only well made, but very sharp. “V-Violet, sir,” she said, not even having to feign nervousness and timidity. “How may I help you?” The man gave off vibes of being anyone from a free lance bounty hunter to a local guard. She doubted that he was the latter. The little hamlet of Midway, named because it was midway between two distant cities, had no full time guards and she knew all of them. He was definitely not Inquisition. “We’re looking for one of your kind,” he said. Nervously, Violet looked over at the woman standing to the man’s right and slightly behind him. Her hand was resting on the long dagger sheathed on her belt. Neither of them looked particularly like anything other than bog standard humans. “Geez, Marius, can’t you see she’s scared of you? Try lightening up.” “Not this again

Violet Ebonwing: A Little Seduction by Shi-joshin, literature

The Case Of The Missing Time Lord by Shi-joshin, literature

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The Case Of The Missing Time Lord

The Case Of The Missing Time Lord From the Casebook of Vastra Tsayja 20 December 1893 London, England Observation is the biggest key to any investigation. It is also a skill few seem willing to adequately cultivate. Jenny and I were ushered into the rather spacious office of Miss Dorothy Gale McShane. We had, of course, felt it best to leave Strax with the carriage below on the streets. He does get overly excited at the prospects of an investigation. Especially if said investigation might involve subtlety and discression. The woman who guided us into the office appeared to be somewhat harried. There were indications of tears around

The Toad, The Bride and the Well of the Mother by Shi-joshin, literature

Vermillion Dye by Shi-joshin, literature

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Vermillion Dye

Vermillion Dye I am dying, slowly softly surely dying, lying upon my snow-white bed, the air is cold with every breath, red flowers dyeing my snow coloured dress, my scarlet locks forming a bloody halo, the knife lying like a cold lover between my pale, soft, colder breasts, vermillion dye colouring, killing my soft, white sheets, I lift my paling hand so as to see scarlet ropes form upon my snowy skin silkenly binding me choking me, Death cannot be too far away, I lay my hands upon the cold knife, carressingly for it has been a better lover than all the lovely lovers that I have lain with, the light of the candles about me pales dimming and