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21 Dec 2025
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The things they do to be free of the memories...
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26 Nov 2025
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Maes Hughes had been normal for as long as he could remember.
That was why he was surprised when he saw an eerie, flickering vision of himself, sitting at the bar he was about to drag Roy into, taking a few sips from a frosted glass, and then collapse onto the floor.
(Messing with time has its consequences, and Maes witnesses them firsthand)
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25 Nov 2025
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Playlist for When Your Boyfriend Stops Breathing by SunsetPlums
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
17 May 2025
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He pictures the funeral sometimes.
He pictures someone he doesn’t know saying Viktor’s name wrong. He pictures screaming in public. He pictures stealing the ashes and keeping them in a protein powder container because it’s the only vessel big enough. He pictures lying in those ashes like a widow bird. He pictures baking the ashes into bread and feeding them to pigeons in the park.
He pictures swallowing them himself.
Or: When Viktor chooses a quiet death, Jayce learns how to love him to the edge of the end and carry what’s left through the sad art of letting go.
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22 May 2025
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I'm not a talented enough writer to express how perfect this fic is, so I won't even try. It's heartbreaking, there's nothing in it that could make you happy. It's also cathartic, in a way. It's human, it let me truly cry for the first time in months. In some twisted way, it made me feel less bad. This is the Passerine or In Another Life of JayVik
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All that is glitters is Marina Blue by toonbow
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
10 Apr 2025
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Below them, the river stretches wide and black, the city glowing like a starry sky of molten gold. The wind sweeps at their clothes and hair—casual, but constant—reminding them that yes, the world is still moving even when time feels like it isn’t. Silence, as the laws of convection dictates, sinks, introducing a chill to the early summer, and the two of them sit in its presence like they’re enjoying the moment, the beauty of it, admiring the overpass like tourists would.
It’s only when Viktor speaks, subdued and his accent peeking through, throat rumbling with something akin to afterthought, that reality whispers that they aren’t quite tourists: “My parents used to come here.”
Jayce cocks his head to the side. “To talk?”
“To fuck.”
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Or, Viktor inherits his father's Corvette, and has a very handsome mechanic named Jayce look at it.
Bookmarked by staledirt
21 May 2025
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So beautiful and wonderful and the prose is so satisfying to read. Rest in pieces Viktor's leg and back, there's not enough painkillers in the world for the aftermath of that