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    Nathan Wesninski was dead. And so was Lola Malcolm. Romero Malcolm. They were all dead, their bodies scattered over the floors tainted with blood, with the prospect of peace. Baltimore could start healing.

    Nathan Wesninski was dead, but his killer was smiling, and Andrew couldn't shake off the feeling that it wasn't the end of anything. The city thrived off crime, and the crime itself was so much bigger than a triple murder. So much more important in the bright white of the interrogation room.

    The killer was smiling. Andrew sat into a chair across him.

    Cameras stayed off.

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    25 Jan 2026

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    trivial questions about a triple murder (with answers)
    Leocante

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    Andrew isn't a renowed author. Sure, he has his fans here and there, a few hardcore readers, but he's not famous or internationally known.

    So, when he stumbles across his own book in a place where it absolutely shouldn't be and in a language it absolutely wasn't translated to, he makes it his personal mission to find the person behind it.

     

    (Translation into Russian available here.)

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    23 Jan 2026

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    Why do we feel alone?
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    Everyone knows about the cliche love stories with the school nerd and jock.
    He’s a cheeky asshole who can’t seem to keep it in his pants. She’s the straight-A bookworm whose only goal is to pass chemistry.

    He takes off her glasses to reveal her “true beauty.” She falls in love with his supposed sensitive side.

    But, this one in particular doesn’t quite follow the same boring formula.
    He’s the star hockey player forced to take an art course. He’s the stubborn art major who just wants one stress-free year.

    And it’s gonna take a lot more than the glasses move and some smooth talking for either of them in this story to budge.

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    21 Jan 2026

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    Spider Lily
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  4. Public Bookmark 14

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    "What am I doing here, Will," he says, out loud. He lets an edge of frustration bleed into his voice, tugging his arms free. Will doesn't stop him. "I mean -- look." He gestures to the rows of cots, where dozens of people look hastily away. "I am a child of Death and destruction. I don't belong here. I don't --" He raises his hands, and then drops them, staring at Will helplessly. Will meets his gaze head-on, those blue eyes almost black in the low light. "Nobody wants an omen in a place like this."

    Will doesn't reach for his hands again. He does stand, though, close; close enough to crowd, close enough that Nico can feel the heat throwing off of him, can hear the quiet uptick of every inhale.

    "Tell me," Will says, quietly, "What kind of place is this?"
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    OR: A moment of reflection, just after war.

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    18 Jan 2026

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    You're The Broken Glass (In The Morning Light)
    queencontrarian (negativefouriq)

  5. Public Bookmark 6

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    “Hey, Nico.” 

    Nico’s face scrunched up, and he pinched the bridge of his nose; there was blood beneath his fingernails. “I’m so sorry, Will. I forgot I was supposed to stop by.”

    “You owe me three days.”

    “I know, I know.” 

    “I’ll make it four if you don’t come over this afternoon.”

    Will was only half-joking. 

    “I’ll be there,” Nico exhaled

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    The obligatory 3 days in the infirmary fic

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    16 Jan 2026

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    Pretty Boy/Consumed By Death
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