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If i could i would eat all summarys so i never have to write one again
Noli is broke and he has to move into an old apartment, however he's not alone, and the thing with him isn't human.
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evan locke chronicles by PURSUER (MAIDCOMMANDERR), SHADOW_FLIGHT
Fandoms: No Fandom, Original Work
03 Dec 2025
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the life of a guy named Evan Locke
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The story of a classic 80's tragedy. But this time, it's told coherently without being pieced together from five different puzzles. And it's in a stranger things style TV show format! Yaaaay!
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- English
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- 523,335
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- 73/?
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Bookmarked by Crowman
26 Sep 2025
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RAGH IM ENJOYING TS SO MUCH I NEED IT BOOKKMARKEDD
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After years of abuse, R.A.B. Has finally decided to take his own life. As one last act of rebellion, he calls Sirius...
As he begins to fade, he hears someone breaking through the door to Grimmauld place.
And sees the face of an angel hovering above him, calling his name and begging him to come back. -
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Childe's been obsessed with Zhongli for some time. He even joined the enemy just to get enough information on him to get close. He'd been following him for days. Getting as much information as he could. But, even that wasn't enough. Nothing could've prepared him for this...
Bookmarked by Crowman
01 Sep 2025
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idk. I can't read comfort fics because it reminds me of how un-comforted I am. so here we have a dead dove do not eat about a masochist and a sadist. what's that quote again "art is meant to disturb the comforted and comfort the disturbed"
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A house full of lies, a portal full of nightmares, and a name that still echoes like a curse: Stanford Pines.
Fiddleford came back to make things right, erase the madness he once helped unleash, but in his grief-blind desperation, he found the wrong man and tore the memories from Stanley Pines instead.
Now in this decaying shack filled with ghosts of the past, two men unearth fragments of a buried truth.
Photographs, scribbled warnings, and the name of a demon that once wore a familiar face. As memories resurface and old wounds split open, they’re forced to question what was real, what was forgotten, and who —or if even each other— can still be trusted.
Something was unleashed, and it might already be too late to lock it away again.
Can these two emotionally constipated men survive the fallout of one brilliant man’s mistakes?
(Shanklin the possum votes no)
Or alternatively; I'm insane and wrote another long fic.
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