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Desire sparks in those crimson irises, sets fire to Doorman’s pseudo-flesh and primmed attire. He has no hormones to speak of, no chemical mailmen to tell his arousal to do this and that, and yet the feeling persists. Bubbles, broils. Fetches sweaty glimpses of last week, and the week before that. Faux blood rushes to Doorman’s freckled cheeks; turns a god’s attempt at humanity into the faintest blush; curves Drifter’s crooked smile at its edges. They dig this hole deeper everyday. Doorman pretends not to see the ladder.
The Baroness has a pest problem. Doorman deals with a pesky raccoon.
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i love you like an alcoholic (kiss me, you animal) by squibstage (squibs)
Fandoms: Alien Stage (Web Series)
28 Dec 2025
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Eventually, against all his wishes, the stretches of bustling cement cease to be. A serenely abandoned hotel stands tall in an otherwise modest part of town. Excluding the ones in the lobby and a room on the fifth floor, all the lights are off.
In his pocket, his phone dings.
7:24PM — [Don’t mind the mess.]
Till takes a breath, fishes his pistol out of his holster and heads inside.
Two agents have a lengthy conversation.
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Control My World, Pretend It Matters by squibstage (squibs)
Fandoms: Alien Stage (Web Series)
23 Nov 2025
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There's something beautiful about his misery. About their shared, developmental misfortune. If you were in Ivan's shoes, you'd be obsessed too.
In a world that's deprived him from it, Till yearns for control. Ivan's happy to lend some of his own.
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Alastor's games only have one winner. Vox doesn't know if his medal is faux gold.
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Sprout’s knees hit the floor. For a wonderful moment, Soulvester feels like god.
Soulvester, Sprout, and the end of the world.
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He clears his throat. “As sound as your reasoning may be, this is going to go awry. I can feel it. A knight’s instinct is seldom incorrect.”
“Oh my godddduh!” she groans. In true ghost fashion, her body ripples with frustration. Soulvester watches her fly over, then yelps as she swivels his chair right around.
“Soulvester Boolynsky, you’re tall, dark, and friggin’ handsome. You’ve got berry boy head over heels, everyone can see it, and you’re driving us all crazy with this endless pining. Go out there, bend a knee, and ask to dance before he thinks you hate him.”
Aggressive-affectionate scolding is a delicate art, mastered only by older sisters in times of need. Equal parts moved and scared for his life, Soulvester relents. “Is that an order?”
“Sure, whatever. I’m the lawful-good commander in charge of your squadron, and I’m forcing you to talk to your stupid boyfriend. If you don’t, the world explodes.”
“Not my boyfriend,” Soulvester insists, “But very well.”
With a lot of encouragement, Soulvester asks Sprout out on a dance.
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It’s just so unnatural. Even after all this time, he can’t fathom it. Shedletsky, who once slaughtered mortals like cattle, conversing with them like there’s nothing easier. Shedletsky, who believed himself incapable of wrongdoing, lampshading his shortcomings. Why did this accountable, sensible version of him have to come so late? Where was he when Dusekkar needed him the most?
Or: Dusekkar and company play D&D. Old feelings re-emerge.
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There's so much wrong with them. He loves it.
or: Two Time is desperate for penitence. Shedletsky is totally appropriate about it.
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The bird, an eagle, lands on his shoulder with dignity and grace. Her feathers are a wise burgundy streaked with black and draped over long, sturdy wing bones meant for unhappy travels. Her beak is broad and keen, a hunting prick that pecks between the layers of jumpy meat. When she’s not dining, she’s sending a message. Familiarity sparks distantly in her eyes, and she drops the thin scroll in her mouth onto his calloused palm.
“Trouble in paradise, eh Fervor?” he asks while prying the thing open. Fervor, who never visits you when things are fine and good, nods her plumy head. The peaceful silence of the outskirts isn’t a promise; danger’s either rearing itself here, or behind your back.
Not one soul in the Big Orange has time for words. The paper squeezes to one end: grip marks. Neat print, but it’s been written in a hurry.
Earl’s in trouble. Delicate situation.
Casino brat’s at it again. Hurry.
- MGuest takes a particularly sharp drag of his cigar, allowing nicotine to bury into his lungs, work sweet magic in his brain and quell the surge of hot anger that blooms in his chest.
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make no mistake—noli is petty. the pettiest. more than that, however, he’s subtle. any exploiter ought to be.
or: seven needs help being quiet. noli lends a hand, and then some.
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Aichmophobia
/āk-mə-ˈfō-bē-ə/Noun.
(1) A debilitating fear of sharp objects, often onset by related trauma. The untrained mind sees a keen edge or honed tip and, instead of anything productive, hides within itself. Its precautions are sedimentary; unspeakable memories hide within dark recesses, which layer atop foggy pockets burying unpleasant avenues. The aim is to avoid, not overcome. The host is worst off for it.
(2) A terrible thing to have when your god demands blood.
TW: assisted self-harm, descriptions of cutting and knives, consensual knifeplay, cult worship. Read at your own discretion!
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Along the way, he has more of them: dreams, hopes, and ambitions; all lights in a perpetual darkness that are so faint and spread out he stumbles along their path. However, none of them dethrone coming home to his ‘somebody’, twirling her around, spooning her in bed — and so on — in the safe confines of marriage. He wonders if she’ll like the ocean. He wonders what she’ll name their kids. He wonders if she actually exists.
She doesn’t, but they certainly do.
Lee, and the angel stuck in his head.
This Tweet: The Fic, basically.
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The saying is: “An eye for an eye.” All his life, Gabriel has plucked both from whomever, whenever, while sparing neither of his own. He doesn’t have any to begin with, and that’s the trick.
He is the worst kind of weapon, is he not? Even if he wasn’t intended to be one? He is gaudy whereas the Leviathan is primitively humble. He is an unfair, bitter loser where the machine was candid and unbothered. He is a dogmatic fool who doesn’t deserve a bed in this hotel, nor a wad of space anywhere else.
But he is so nice to look at, isn’t he? So nice to touch, to rouse. Can Minos truly be blamed for this traitorous indulgence?
Can Gabriel truly be blamed for anything at all?
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When Lust’s denizens broke at his feet, stuck between one world of pain and another world of tortuous winds, — winds that for so long had felt like the gentlest breeze — did they feel this same helplessness? This sinking, crushing feeling of being trapped in a situation?
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Kayn concludes with a sigh half the weight of the entire world. If he wanted to, he could up and fly. “Maintaining it is a statement. Proof that they stole nothing more than an already impoverished childhood. Yes, I do get particular and it is silly, however— ”
“Let me braid it for you. Your hair.”
His mouth stays open for a moment too long, then closes slowly. “What?”
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Their surprise is waiting a few meters ahead. The trail of trees comes to a stop, revealing a small clearing. There, atop a rock, pompous frills clash with the surrounding environment.
She gets closer. A woman. Around her, a circle of rot.
Closer. That same puffy hair, those same mismatched eyes.
A final step. Blood. Only, not all of it’s her own.
a vampire!furina x witch arlecchino fic w/ dnd elements, enjoy! ^_^
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i'm pen pals with the reaper by squibs for ikesploot
Fandoms: 第五人格 | Identity V (Video Game)
17 Sep 2023
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Discarded, his shovel finds rest on top of the minced grass. His bones pop as he bends down to collect his find. Slender fingers make quick work of the letter’s seal. Soon, the head of a neatly written memo peeks out from the envelope's stomach, starting with a: Dear Stranger.
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Waking up in that hospital had marked the start of something new, something good, something uncertain; a sprout of hope amid an entire field of ashen, limp flowers, waiting to do what he’d previously believed to be impossible.
a sunflower fic that explores how basil's in the throes of moving on, and how sunny's presence in his life makes doing so that much easier.
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In Snezhnaya, time is a rather sparse thing. Though Ajax supposes the same can be said about anywhere, really. Liyue, where mora is constantly on the run. Sumeru, where chasing an academic breakthrough doesn’t leave room for much else. Fontaine, where inventors have to juggle innovation and demand in one hand.
All three dull in comparison to the nation that doesn’t allow you to stand still, that constantly has you on your feet in order to stave off encroaching hypothermia. Everyone is busy; from brawny stevedores, to nimble business men, to the Tsaritsa herself. Waste even a singular moment, and it’s your downfall.
He doesn’t mind it though, the busyness. To live is to have things to do, whether that means working a slum job in the crannies of the city or being a harbinger with the world under your thumb. There’s nothing more maddening than staying still, lazing around when the sky's the limit. Leisure is earned, not given.
Has he earned this, though?
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aka ajax isnt used to *not* being busy, so he makes a vacation with his boyfriend a bigger deal than it has to be
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Home in two places. Where one is, the other is close by.