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Wildflowers in Bohemia by gondolinarchivist
Fandoms: Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games)
30 Jun 2026
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The Lady of Rattay, and a girl who had once laughed in Skalitz.
What does the story look like when Hans and Henry are women, born into a world where they are not free to live, or to love, as men are?
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- Part 1 of Wildflowers in Bohemia
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12 Jun 2025
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Kimberly Fuller goes on a two week vacation to San Francisco, in which she: drinks execessive amounts of tea, gets betrayed, cries more than she should, eats donuts, and seeks out truth with the help of a man she only knows from a presentation card; not necessarily in that order.
But mostly, she finds her father in every least expected place. And learns to make her peace with what that means.
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21 Jan 2024
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When Rubin had said Isidor Burakh’s son was bullheaded, Daniil should have known he’d meant that literally, given everything else he’s seen in this absurd town. Because a little ways behind Burakh is, indeed, a massive brown bull.
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The Town-on-Gorkhon is home to many miracles. Daemons are only one of them.
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- Part 1 of Daemonion
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14 Jul 2023
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“All stories are about Death, except the ones that are about Life, which by deduction are also about Death. All dreams are about devouring, except the ones that are about throwing up, which by deduction are also about devouring. Everytime Burakh would dream he would eat: he would eat voraciously, passionately. His teeth would tear through the thread binding waking world and sleeping world like he was pulling stitches. Like he was trying to pry himself open. And he was: at the threshold of that wound, between the open lips of this parted cut, laid and lived the snaking path of his ways; the rope he was to walk to the knowledge of the Earth and the knowledge of everything else.”
Burakh comes home to nothing, and to something else entirely. Waking, walking dreams bear witness to him (and he bears witness to them) — a long story about strings of dreams for the dream-eater, and what he finds in that lingering hunger: death and defiance, life and love, and all of their satellites.
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05 Jul 2023