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Souls Resonate by Calolily
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games), Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game)
22 Nov 2025
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It took Astarion nearly a century to save enough to get out, another decade to complete the rigorous screening and training process to be accepted into the Weave Institute’s Guardian Program.
The mission was simple. He would be the sole crew member on a small colony ship, watching over the colonists and crew while they were in cold sleep on a journey to a distant corner of the galaxy. The trip would be longer than the human lifespan. Elves were highly sought after as Guardians. Their naturally longer lifespan made them uniquely suited to shepherding sleepers on decades-long trips. The longer the trip the higher the pay.
He would be assisted by the ship's highly advanced AI program, his only companion on the long journey.
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05 Apr 2025
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"So what brings you out here anyway?"
Ed's out of the blue question at least answers Stede's anxieties about radio etiquette. He pulls the walkie from his pack and stares at it, deciding how much of his life he actually wants to share with this complete stranger.
"What brings you out here?"
or: Stede takes a job as a remote forest fire lookout in the summer following his divorce, with a plan to find out who he is, and what he wants his life to be. With the help of the enigmatic lookout on the other side of the forest, he ends up getting more out of the experience than he could ever have hoped.
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- Part 1 of seven point three miles
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10 Nov 2023
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Shall I Compare Thee To A Burning Rose? by orphan_account
Fandoms: Romeo And Juliet - Shakespeare
01 Apr 2022
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Two households, both alike in dignity
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene
We take into account a possibility
When Fate took it upon herself to intervene
Civil hands are stained with civil blood
From another’s loins are these enemies born
From another plant does our story bud
One bespattered with burning petals and a deadly thorn
It is not the daisy the rose burns for
It is the carnation stained in hatred’s ichor
The fire of passion burns despite the domestic war
Time will tell if tragedy will be an iker