Pupvin, Pupnon and their Meowdeimos
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Vision at the Edge of Time by QingYan00
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game), 崩坏3rd | Honkai Impact 3rd (Video Game)
01 Jun 2025
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It seemed that he had failed to dig his own grave. Or perhaps the realm of the dead had simply turned its back on a sinner like him.
The Kaslana wasn’t surprised. He had lived too long to still 'feel' anything. Everything was distant, muddled, clouded.
The white-haired man sat up slowly, his first instinct leading his gaze to the mirror fixed atop the dresser in the corner of the room. He was shirtless. The body he now inhabited or whoever this man had been...was eerily similar to his own from his previous life.
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- Part 1 of Pupvin, Pupnon and their Meowdeimos
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In one hand, he still clutched a whisk. On the floor sat a mixing bowl filled with ith a suspicious concoction that looked vaguely like batter. His gaze shifted to the oven, where the charred remains of the ghost's latest culinary disaster smoldered in silence. It was clear that this wasn’t the first time he had danced with disaster in the kitchen.
Noticing how long Mydei had been forced to look up, Phainon was worried he'd strain his neck, so he immediately dropped down onto the floor. Like a child caught red-handed in the middle of a crime scene.
"…Me try cook."
Phainon confessed, utterly dejected.
Another fun fact? This ghost couldn't speak properly.
Phainon could only manage broken, fragmented words, never a complete sentence. However, it was enough for Mydei to piece together what he meant.
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- Part 2 of Pupvin, Pupnon and their Meowdeimos
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Querencia by QingYan00
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game), 崩坏3rd | Honkai Impact 3rd (Video Game)
11 Oct 2025
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The boy appeared no older than seven. His slight frame was draped in tattered rags, wrists and ankles bound with white bandages, sloppily applied. His sunset-hued hair hung in drenched, tangled clumps, saturated by the river's chill.
Though he floated like a lifeless husk, his amber eyes remained wide open. Hauntingly vacant yet piercing, devoid of light, mirroring the hollow gaze of the Kaslana himself.
Here, two souls long dead in spirit crossed paths.
Kevin Kaslana stood and stared, then stared some more.
His expression unchanging, he reached down with a gloved hand, unhurried, lifting the child by the scruff as if he was handling a drenched sodden feline.
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- Part 3 of Pupvin, Pupnon and their Meowdeimos