Gifts for jane_potter
List of Gifts
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Marcus is always picking up strays who need help.
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- Part 4 of Kisses
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Чтоб тёрны не росли by fandom Star Trek 2018 (Star_Trek_20XX), Northpoleowl for jane_potter
Fandoms: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies)
04 Oct 2018
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Это первый раз, когда Спок сказал, что хочет быть с Джимом. Это, возможно, первый раз, когда Джим касался кого-то с нежностью.
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- Part 4 of Лето 2018: миди R-NC-17
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Art: "Up against a Red Wall" by pandora_gold for jane_potter
Fandoms: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies)
25 Jul 2014
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Spock has Kirk up against a wall... quite literally.
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Based on this headcanon that seadwellers can form pearls in their nooks. Cronus cultivates a nookful of pearls for Beforus!Sollux's enjoyment, and Sollux flips the fuck out as a result, but discovers that once you adjust to it, it's honestly not so bad...
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- Part 2 of Spinning Ovwer My Head
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Spinning Ovwer My Head by Aewin for Laylah, jane_potter, cladoMasochist (ThePioden)
Fandoms: Homestuck
03 Nov 2013
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Eridan's right. This guy is so bangable, and you're going to be the one to do it.
...just as soon as you can manage to make that whole 'words' thing work again.
(Beforus!Sollux/Cronus, based on this SFW art from tumblr.)
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- Part 1 of Spinning Ovwer My Head
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To Sleep, Perchance to Dream by gaudy_night for jane_potter
Fandoms: Batman (Movies - Nolan)
25 Apr 2011
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It's been far too long since Bruce Wayne has slept like a baby. It's been far too long since he can honestly say he's slept soundly through the night. To sleep like the dead -- that's a luxury Bruce Wayne thinks he can't afford.
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- Part 2 of Drabble Request Meme
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Morning shadows slowly lengthened along the dingy motel room walls. The strange marks embedded on the grimy window served to cast dark, foreboding patterns across the bed. Jim Gordon quietly sat up, careful not to wake its other occupant. The soft warmth of the previous evening was gone. Now only a curious, impersonal chill remained. He got up and moved toward the window, cautiously peering out for any signs of life. He needn’t have worried. The streets were deserted. The dense, early morning fog had yet to dissipate. It was Gotham just before sunrise.