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Nisha & Tim's Excellent Babysitting Adventure: Final Match Edition (Electric Boogaloo) by ichikun
Fandoms: Borderlands
18 Nov 2015
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"You? You’ve got true grit, kid. I like that—I like you. I wanna help you however I can.”
Nisha wasn’t sure why she said the last part. She was fairly certain she’d never stick her neck out for anyone—especially when there was no reward on the table—but something about the way Angel gripped her earlier struck something in the Sheriff. -
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Violet Rosè has to hide that she is a witch, and as easy as it sounds, it's pretty hard. Read Violet's diary to see her adventures!
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Arti’s not sure how long it’s been. Days? Weeks? Even a month?
It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters, anymore. Her pod is dead. Her children are dead. She, too, will die here, injured and hungry, entangled in a human net.
Arti cannot even wail her grief for their pod, for her children, too young to be named, anymore, her throat raw and ragged from doing so for days on end.
She still grieves, though. Still grieves for her pod, still grieves for her children, too young to have names. The Sea Mother cannot carry them to the afterlife without names to call, Arti knows. She will never meet her children again, not even once her inevitably soon death. They are gone, forever.
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The mer AU no one asked for
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suck the rot out of my bloodstream by darishima for wumbo_josh
Fandoms: Last Night in Soho (2021)
31 Dec 2025
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“Soho 0827,” came the voice on the other end of the phone, and Ellie felt a twist of surprise in her stomach. The voice was high-pitched, light and pretty, but her accent and cadence sounded antiquated, like something out of a movie from the fifties or sixties.
“Hi,” Ellie said nervously. She cleared her throat and tried again, hoping she wouldn’t stutter. “I saw your advert for a room to rent.”
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The door of Ellie's new home opens to the face of an impossibly beautiful stranger; blonde and clad in a red dress that looked like silken rubies against her pale skin. Ellie felt the words torn out of her throat when she met her eyes, thinking to herself that this Ms. Collins– I don’t mind if you call me Sandie, she’d said– wouldn't be the worst person to share a house in London with; far from it.
The first few nights that Ellie dreams about her, she writes it off as her own desire; shoves it down to be forgotten in the morning and relegates her shameful thoughts to the darkness of her bedroom. After a few in a row, though, they start growing stranger– marred with blood and crimson-stained teeth, more nightmare than fantasy.