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  1. Rec *

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    You were a recruit, asked to join a rebellion you didn't believe in- to fight against people you didn't know- all the while carrying around the knowledge and the secret that...

    You couldn't die.

    Not without extra steps.

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    21 Nov 2023

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    alakfldjajabskans

  2. Public Bookmark 41

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    The church is the same as it was. White steeples and purple stained-glass windows. A weeping willow hangs over the entrance, offering shade where no is needed. Not with the chill that pierces Wilbur to his core, curling with the warmth of whiskey. Faces turn to them as they approach. Their own crowd of well-wishers. Sympathy for Phil as they reach for him, and apprehension for Wilbur as he stands alone.

    Nobody comments on the way Wilbur’s hands shake, or the fact that his hair is greasy and limp. They don’t comment on the way he stumbles in his step because the world is spinning. Not to his face, at least. He sees plenty of familiar faces, hidden behind hands as they stared at him. Whispers follow as he walks into the church, a step behind Phil. Buzzing around his head, crawling into his ears.

    Who shows up drunk to a funeral?

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    or, the process of mourning

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    15 Jan 2023

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    fuck dude this hurt and i loved every second of it

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    “Something has been stolen from us,” Thanatos said, his wings puffing up as he spoke. “Something that is very important to us. And we are fairly certain that the person who stole this thing of ours is in this very crowd.”

    Dream tensed beside Tommy as the crowd broke out into murmurs. Eyes were darting towards the different heroes in the crowd, the benefactors no doubt assuming that the culprit had to be a hero.

    “Like we said, we haven’t crashed your party to cause trouble. But we want this thing returned to us, and we won’t hesitate to take extreme measures to get what we want.”

    or, Tommy was a lot of things: a newly debuted hero sidekick, an amnesiac, and a former kidnapping victim of the Syndicate.

    Tommy didn't actually remember that last one though. That was just what Dream told him.

    Only weeks after his hero debut, the Syndicate announces they are searching for something, and Tommy knows it has to be him. The scariest part? If they find him, Tommy will have no clue what to expect, because the Syndicate might know him, but he has no memories of them.

    So he can't let them find him. No matter what.

    Of course they end up finding him anyway.

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    02 Jan 2023

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    got recommended because of a podfic of TCFS, loved it just as much if not more than clinic, absolutely beautiful writing and captivating story <3

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    “Okay, so… why are you holding my joint?”

    Tommy glanced at the joint again before shrugging. “Weed helps anxiety, right?”

    Wilbur blinked. “Uh, usually, yeah.”

    “Alright, then.”

    Suddenly, Tommy was stuffing the joint in his hoodie pocket, and walked over to Wilbur’s closet. Next thing Wilbur knew, there was a jacket being thrown in his face, followed by the nearby thud of what he guessed was Tommy throwing his shoes at him.

    Yanking the jacket off his face, Wilbur glared at his little brother. “What is this?”

    “What do you think, dumbass?” Tommy asked, gesturing to the jacket and shoes now sitting on the floor in front of Wilbur. “We’re going out.”

    or, freshly home from university for the summer, Wilbur has a panic attack over his grades. Good thing Tommy is there to pull him out of his head.

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    02 Jan 2023

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    comforting, especially for my midnight depression <3

  5. Rec *

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    “And everyone is so old,” Tubbo complains. Somehow, without them knowing about it, Tubbo’s managed to swipe a waffle and is chewing on it happily. Sapnap stifles a laugh. “Well, not everyone, I guess- the kid in our room is our age, I think. He might be younger.”

    Wilbur perks up. “Does he ice skate?”

    “Yeah, he does. He’s got these sick skates and everything.” Tubbo explains. “He’s quiet though. We tried talking to him, but…”

    “But?”

    Tubbo shrugs. "He's quiet. He doesn't talk much. I guess he's busy."

    or, Tommy's made it to the Olympics for figure skating- he's the youngest contestant on the ice and he's the favor for the gold. He's supposed to be living the dream. So why is he still so unhappy? And why do all these hockey players and snowboarders care so much about him?

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    15 Oct 2022

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    fucking hell this fic was so good, shorter than some of the others I've read but honestly so much better than most. beautiful storyline, soooo much angst it made me literally sob, and the best ending ever. one of my favourites for sure