20 Works by Depressed_Atlas
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Robert's been trying not to violently attack anyone when working as a Dispatcher for SCN - considering it's not exactly the most heroic move in anyone's books, especially not literal superheroes.
But when his team doesn't shut the hell up, Robert's headache (combined with his lack of sleep from his lack of a mattress) might make him a little looser in the whole 'repressing his reflexes that he used in life or death situations when he was Mecha Man' department.
And, if he accidentally bodyslams Flambae into the breakroom microwave as a result of that, Robert will threaten you with unpaid time off to stop that information from spreading.
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His fingers raked over his arms; his nails clawing over his scalp until he stilled: hands hugging the back of his neck, elbows almost touching his knees as he curled up smaller than Tenna had ever seen him.
Spamton wasn't supposed to small.
Tenna knew the irony in that belief - with Spamton being barely taller than a pippins - but Tenna just couldn't think of Spamton as anything but big.
He had a big personality that instantly hooked a room, big grins that dissipated any tension and big body language to overcompensate for his stature. Spamton made big business deals and had important associates with big influences; Spamton drew in a big audience for Tenna; Spamton made the big bucks and wasn't afraid to flaunt it; Spamton was a Big Shot with a big car and a big room in the Queen's mansion.
Spamton was huddled into a tiny shaking, heaving ball and was bleeding into the dressing room carpet.
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OR: Tenna finds Spamton after he's informed about a specific part of the prophecy that just so happens to contain the TV star himself.
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- Part 2 of Phonecord between your teeth
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He had wanted to have a shared drink of whiskey after a successful ad shoot, but, just after picking up the bottle the phone had rang. He'd placed the bottle on the table beside his glass with a clink and picked up the phone with a desperate relaxedness, spinning the wire in his finger.
He'd been smiling. It was probably audible to whatever was on the other end of the line.
He wasn't smiling when the phone call was over.He'd been yelling, calling the phone a coward and a liar and trying to swear, but all that escaped his mouth was bit-crushed shrieks because this demon had somehow changed him to his very being and, holy fuck he was under this thing's complete control.
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The phone had rang, like it always did, but Spamton was not prepared for what the entity sneered into his ear this time.
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- Part 1 of Phonecord between your teeth
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Kydron know that he's lost something, that's there's something missing. He doesn't understand what that is, yet somehow his brain is trying to tell him.
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Basically a tiny drabble I wrote a while ago and am posting here cus stinky AO3 needs more works lol
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If anyone asked Rex what he wanted to do on a Saturday morning - which no-one ever did, considering his history of not-to-plan Saturday mornings - he would tell them sleeping in until 4pm, and then kicking back on the couch in his boxers with a bag of something not good for him to get stuck all over his fingers, and bad TV blaring at the volume that everyone else found too loud, but he could hear perfectly fine.
And if any singular person had asked Rex what he wanted to do on his Saturday fucking morning, his answer would absolutely one hundred fucking percent not be fighting some mad scientist with a kink for activism and nature.
But no-one ever asks him.
So here he was, at the buttfuck, birds not chirping, moon still visible, crack of dawn running around trying to not get crushed by huge mounds of stone all while Doc Seismic made some speech about how The Washington Monument was promoting climate change or some shit.
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OR: Rex's hearing aids break half way through a fight, and he might be a teeny tiny bit concussed. Mark freaks out.
UNFINISHED ONLY POSTING NOW SO IT DOESN'T GET DELETED!!!!
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"In my family," Taishen began slowly, "We had a belief that tea leaves could help guide you. You would drink all but the dregs, and the shapes they'd form would reveal things."
"Oh?" Barnabos said, peering down at his cup, tilting it slightly in his hand and squinting at the leaves, "I don't see nothin'."
"I could assist, if you wish?" Taishen suggested, setting down his own cup on the snow wall beside his teapot.
Barnabos stretched out his hands, and Taishen pulled both Barnabos and the cup closer to him so he could begin to read the leaves.
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Five times Taishen comforted his friends, and one time they comforted him in return.
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Each chapter can be read like a oneshot so you can skip to your fav if you want lol
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"Hello!" He answered, eagerly, trying to tone it down as he continued on with his awful fake name, "Panley Stines of Grifter Sponges here, how can I-?"
"Hey, brother, it's Sixer!" Came a cheery, tiny voice from the other line and the already struggling heart in his chest stuttered for a few beats as his mouth dried.
There were only a handful of people in the world who knew that childhood nickname, and only one with that voice, however different it sounded over the phone, but there was no doubt in Stan's mind.
"Ford?"
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What if Bill's call to Stanley while possessing Ford's body actually went through and Stan has to race to Gravity Falls to find out if brother was dead or alive?
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He missed his hammock, and the way it hugged his sides close, and smelt of rough pelts and pine and fire smoke. He missed the itch of the fabric and the comforting way it seemed to welcome him, and the soft rocking on a windy night. He missed looking up and seeing the night sky peek through the treetops and saying goodnight to the stars.
The ceiling of polished flat lengths of wood didn't have any interesting grains he could trace with his eyes, or thick knots showing where the tree had struggled to grow; no, it was smooth and processed and perfectly boring.
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Kyborg has trouble adjusting to sleeping in a real bed.
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Cold in my heart, burning on my skin by Depressed_Atlas
Fandoms: Tales from the Stinky Dragon (Podcast)
16 Sep 2024
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Kyborg's winter elf heritage is not built for the desert plains of Pyous Pass, and his heat-influenced temper similarly cannot take the playful jabs from his party at his justified whining.
When a severe heat-stroke reveals unhealthy habits and a horrifying backstory, how will the party react to the revelation that their wood elf isn't as happy-go-lucky as they thought?
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Not a lot, just forever by Depressed_Atlas
Fandoms: Tales from the Stinky Dragon (Podcast), Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game)
12 Aug 2024
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Kyborg's assigned to be Brink's bodyguard to protect him from threats. Ugh. He'd literally rather fall asleep on the job.
Unfortunately he has rather vivid nightmares that make his memory fuzzy and wild.
Brink works him through it.
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my time is fickle, just like a friend by Depressed_Atlas
Fandoms: ダンジョン飯 | Dungeon Meshi | Delicious in Dungeon
10 Jun 2024
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After his confrontation with Shuro, Laios is feeling self-conscious about his monster obsession, and wonders if his friends even like him or if they're faking and giving him signals that everyone but him can see, like Shuro was.
His friends have some things to say about that.
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"Looking back on it, the disgusted faces he made whenever Laois had tried to follow him and Falin were clear. The needlessly irritated tone and the back-handed comments… It must have been so obvious to everyone else, yet Laois hadn’t even had the thought that Shuro felt anything but kindness towards him.
He clenched his hands into fists and dug his fingernails into his palms in despair.
But… These people actually do like him, don’t they?"
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Several pricks of water pelted down into his arms, rolling down his skin and absorbing into his arm-support or clinging to the metal hinges of his Borgian arm.
What was going on?
As quick as his confusion began, the water drops hastened and suddenly the party was getting pelted with cool water.
Kyborg froze up, looking around, frightened; where was this coming from? What was attacking them?
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Being a wood elf who spent his entire life in a forest with only snow and ice, rain is a completely new thing for Kyborg and the crashing explosions of thunder and the bright shocks of lightning remind him of things he hoped to leave in the past.
Can his new family help him calm down before he's lost in memories?
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Soft lips, warm skin by Depressed_Atlas
Fandoms: Tales from the Stinky Dragon (Podcast), Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game)
30 Mar 2024
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Kyborg sold all his stupid kisses away to a stupid wish dragon so now he can't kiss his stupid boyfriend.
Brink has done no such thing and has plenty of kisses to share.Kyborg is pleased with this conclusion.
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Blade without a handle by Depressed_Atlas
Fandoms: Tales from the Stinky Dragon (Podcast)
22 Feb 2024
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SPOILERS FOR CAMPAIGN 2 EPISODE 34 !!
Carol was dead, gone, never coming back.
He was without his other half and the yearning, gaping, empty space in his heart where she used to rest writhed in horrible, buzzing mourning for her.
Dead.
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Chip is not coping well after the death of his sweetheart.
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Sleepless nights by Depressed_Atlas
Fandoms: Tales from the Stinky Dragon (Podcast), Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game)
16 Feb 2024
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Kyborg can't sleep. He hasn't slept. Not for years.
The party knows something is up, but Kyborg can't let them know what's going on.
He doesn't need them worrying about him.ON PROBABLY PERMINANT HIATUS IM SORRY
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Alastor can't be dead.
That's the first, desperately obvious thought that flickers across Charlie's exhausted brain as she watches Adam vaporise a nameless cannibal with a blast of divine light.
He isn't dead. It's 100% fucking impossible that Alastor - the unstoppable, capable Radio Demon with all his unimaginable power - is dead.
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OR: Someone actually goes and looks for Alastor after he goes missing because what the hell guys??? Your friend is missing??? Go look for him????
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I can't find my heart (Where did it go? Did I leave it in the cold?) by Depressed_Atlas
Fandoms: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018), Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - All Media Types
17 Sep 2023
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"Hey, Leon?" Raph said again "We really should-"
"No! Raph- He- he's- he's under here somewhere!" Leo gasped out a breath he was holding.
"We can't just- just- leave him!" he finished almost hysterically.
Donnie wanted so desperately to yell out, to scream at his brothers "I'm here, I'm ok!", but all he could do was strain his frozen voice box and watch Leo claw the ground.
"He- He's here..." Leo continued, fingers starting to bleed. "I know he is..."
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OR: A building falls on Donnie in a chilling fight and his brothers can't find him.
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Kyborg the mighty by Depressed_Atlas
Fandoms: Tales from the Stinky Dragon (Podcast), Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game)
23 Jul 2023
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The story of how a young Kydelius learned to accept his arm, discover his new name and light the burning fire of revenge.
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The cold stings when you're not here by Depressed_Atlas
Fandoms: Tales from the Stinky Dragon (Podcast), Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game)
12 Jul 2023
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Kyborg still hasn't gotten over Quadran's massacre of his people, and being in the cold emptiness of the Evirwinter woods doesn't help one bit. Maybe a certain firbolg can?
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Kyborg wanders off during a pit stop in Evirwinter; what he finds drags bad memories to the surface and he tries his best not to break down in front of Mudd, who follows him down memory lane.
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Luz, King and Eda make a potion that lets them see into the throne room of the castle so they can spy on the Emperor.
Just so happens that a certain Blonde is going there at the same time, palisman hidden under the false safety of his cape.I think we all know what's coming.
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....The empty mask watched him for a moment before continuing "So you know how cruel it would be to keep a palisman away from me?"
The room grew colder.
"How selfish it would be?"Hunter wasn't selfish.
He wasn't."How heartless?"
He wasn't heartless either."How if they did they would be seen as a traitor to the coven? Kicked out forever? Lost? Unloved? Useless."
He wasn't lost.
Or unloved.
Or.. or...He wasn't useless. ...
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My first fic on AO3 so be nice!