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the greatest illusion (my own fantasy) by beschleunigte
Fandoms: A Date With Death (Visual Novel)
01 Jan 2025
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“Just talk to me. Please.” And then, with a wry smile fighting for existence at the corner of his mouth, “You always do love it when I beg, don’t you?”
You would have laughed before. Would have known exactly the right quip to sling at him, exactly the right way to singsong "my little reaper" so that he’d blush and sputter and try and fail to change the subject. Your heart just isn’t in it now. No matter how much you want it to be. All you can think about is the weight of his hands. All you can think about is the electricity that isn’t there anymore.
Or, Sunshine may be all talk, but there is one thing they're afraid of, at least: disappointing Casper.
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10 Jul 2026
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Each night you would offer your bed as a more comfortable alternative, and each night he would decline, taking the couch again and again. But that would change today, you were determined. After all, you had won this grim reaper's soul, and you selfishly wanted to make use of it.
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10 Jul 2026
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Every day, a regular chatty customer comes into your flower shop to look around and chat with you. Casper is concerned with the customer's intentions. Although he won't admit it, he's jealous and you tease him about it. However, Casper doesn't let you won't get away with it. Or rather, you won't let Casper let *you* get away with it.
(Based on Ending 6: Bloom)
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10 Jul 2026
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You and Casper return to the mortal realm, with a bond stronger than love itself. You live normal lives, but something is missing. You're too focused on the past, and need a new beginning to look forward to.
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08 Jul 2026
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your name (your heart, too) by theawfuledges (abovetheruins)
Fandoms: A Date With Death (Visual Novel)
15 May 2026
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You were probably busy; just as he should be, Casper reminded himself with a grimace, casting a glance at his scythe propped up against the wall. There were plenty of souls in need of reaping, after all. He should be out there, doing his job, not huddled at his desk awaiting your call.
Yet his mind was so far removed from any thoughts of work; pinpointed, as it had increasingly become of late, on you: on your ridiculous jokes, on the obscure, nonsensical nicknames you kept bestowing upon him, on your radiance. Gods, he could think of little else these days.
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09 Jul 2026