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the way that desire can make anything into a god by emryses
Fandoms: Dead Boy Detectives (TV)
15 Jan 2026
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“I think,” the Cat King begins, lowly. “You want to know what he tastes like.” He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and smiles. “You want to know…what he feels like. And you’re pissed off, because I know.” He shrugs, nonchalantly. “And you don’t.”
Or: Edwin fell “first.” Charles falls screaming, bleeding, crawling, scratching and biting; knees bloody, spitting out teeth, and picking gravel out of his palms. But, like, it’s all fine, really.
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- Part 3 of The Question of Desire
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16 Jan 2026
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Jack’s first year in the NHL doesn’t go as well as he had hoped.
Or: Jack is perfect, until he isn’t, and when he isn’t, he’s a disaster. He’s trying to land somewhere in the middle.
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04 Jan 2026
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“Jack doesn’t want Kent to be a stranger anymore.”
A few breakups, a reunion, a trade, and a fair amount of Jane Austen along the way. Two years in the life of Jack Zimmermann, or: Jack and Kent’s long road to getting back together.
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- Part 1 of I love your precious heart
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03 Sep 2025
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Edwin's voice comes to him like a whisper on the breeze.
“Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.”He cries then, clinging to the branches of the tree outside Edwin's window, for their lost future, for everything that wasn't and would never be. When his tears finally run dry, he climbs down the tree and strips by the pond.
“You can't just use our pond whenever the fancy takes you,” Edwin says primly, playful indignation in his tone.
“Can't I?” Charles says, and dives in. The water is freezing, a chilling embrace.
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08 May 2025