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“Maxwell,” says Torse, voice lower than normal, rougher. “You are awake.”
Monty had given Maxwell something for the pain earlier, and it had had the rather awful side effect of knocking him out for a few… hours? Days? He wasn’t sure.
“I am,” Maxwell says, throat hoarse from disuse. His side hurts. Tender arcs of sensation, radiating out from the wound below his ribs, from where he’d taken that hit. Stupid, really, to have thrown himself in front of a goddamn metal man like that. Torse was infinitely more likely to survive than him.
And yet… he’d never have done anything else.
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- Part 7 of torsewell tumblr prompts
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18 Apr 2026
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bend close, weeping willow (won't you sing with me?) by harpiecarpie
Fandoms: Dimension 20 (Web Series)
10 Oct 2025
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After the crew lands in Zumhara and the Wind Riders have headed into the city, Torse goes in search of somewhere he can process everything, away from prying eyes. He does not process very well, but he's trying.
Maxwell experiences a perfectly justifiable level of mortal terror when he returns to find his friend missing, and overt declarations of lifelong devotion after 2 weeks of knowing each other is actually kind of a slow burn for Zood, okay?
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“Why would she...? Oh.” Maxwell stiffens, then blows out a breath. He reaches past Torse’s mantle to clasp his neck, tucks them firmly together, and rhythmically brushes thumb across his vulnerable nape. “Oh, Torse.”His friend’s comfort breaks the dam. “What drove her to save me, when she was comfortable condemning so many to destruction? What had she found worthy of salvation within me that she deemed the rest of my homeworld to be lacking? Why am I not taken apart in the Amphereon, or walking as one of the Naughtomata, or lining the throat of that vile beast?”
Maxwell goes rigid.
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- Part 5 of harp's torsewell fics :]
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16 Apr 2026
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"How the bloody- Max got those from sex?” She threw her hands up. “I don’t wanna judge, god knows I’d be a hypocrite, but who on the ship could do that? There were burns on the lad!”
“Think about it. Slashes in groups of three, all on his back, steam burns where a person’s face may be…” Marya urged.
“No fucking way.” Van’s eyes widened.
“Yes fucking way.”
Or, the discovery of the true extent of Maxwell's whimsical natureSeries
- Part 1 of Gossip on High
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16 Apr 2026
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La•cu•na (n)
a blank space, a missing part“Zanka?” Enjin calls again, “You… you hit your head pretty hard.”
“No shit, with this headache,” Zanka grumbles. He glances up at Zodyl, pulling a face, and carefully wiggles out of his hold, standing on his own two feet. He sways a bit, then says, “Who the hell are you people?”
Interesting. Zodyl’s mind begins spinning, ideas and experiments spilling into his thoughts as Zanka assesses both them and the Cleaners with an unfamiliar gaze.
“Kyouka,” he says then, “What… what’s going on?”
On a joint mission with the Hellguard, Zanka takes a hit to the head. Zodyl sees an opportunity and takes it.
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13 Apr 2026
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Zodyl's aware that there is no loyalty amongst the Raiders. If they cooperate, it's more of a convenience. So he's never really thought of Jabber as loyal; he lingered around by his own volition.
It seems this time, Jabber's made his mind to part ways. Not to join the Cleaners, but to join a Cleaner.
// Through Zodyl's perspective, the moment Jabber makes his mind to join the Cleaners— or, rather, to go after Zanka.
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13 Apr 2026