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On second thought, Heaven isn’t so boring after all. Not if angels like him are here to keep Jayce company.
And then the angel’s flushed red, smiling nervously.
Did he say that out loud?
“Yes, you did Mr. Talis,” the angel answers with a slight smile and God if he knew that angels had accents like him, Jayce would’ve gone to church every single damn day.
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Viktor is a physicist. Jayce is the pilot he helps send to space.
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01 Dec 2024
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holy shit. holy shit.
it's arcane x interstellar like what more do i need to fucking SAY
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“Why’d you come looking for me?” John deflects, recomposing himself quickly into a relaxed stance, leaning his hip into the railing as Jaren walks to join him beside it.
“Why wouldn’t I go looking for my best friend?”
John says nothing to it, turning to face the street again once Jaren is next to him. He swallows heavily, nodding ever so slightly. As if Jaren had just told him something groundbreaking, or told him some truth he didn’t understand before. Tyler’s porch lights are a fluorescent white, sickly and kind of grey and making it feel a bit like a hospital. They aren’t even that bright, and being turned away from them means John’s face is lit up by only the light of the moon.
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08 Nov 2024
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"Okay. What's your favorite color?"
John rolls his eyes. "Shut up," he says, "that's stupid."
"You have to answer the question. Those are the rules."
"Yellow. Have you ever fucked a dude?"
Smitty wheezes so hard his lungs might have burst.
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Smitty attends a friend's wedding and is forced to confront some pretty complicated feelings through a game of Twenty Questions and a conversation about the Pope's shoes.
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10 Mar 2024
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damn what is this scrumdilly yum yum a purr purr
this might be the best fucking fic ever
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"You shouldn't have come here," a male voice came from behind him.
Smitty quickly spun around, hand on his revolver. A man stood at the foot of the staircase, looking up at Smitty from within the circle of the window's light. He was deathly pale. The gray shine from the dark storm outside made him appear ghostly white—lifelessly white.
A vampire.
Smitty didn't remove his hand from his revolver. "Are you the one who lives here?"
"I am," the man said. "And you have made a fatal mistake coming here."
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Or, experienced vampire hunter Smitty investigates a haunted castle on a hill, after multiple reported disappearances. Inside, he meets the cause--who turns out to be everything he'd thought he'd never have.
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He pulls into the breakdown lane abruptly, stepping on the brakes so hard he can almost hear the rubber on his tires struggling under the action he just executed. The abrupt loss in momentum tosses him into the steering wheel, his GPS yelling at him that he’s thirty five miles from home. He’s alone, there’s no one else on the road. He doesn’t have friends. He doesn’t have a career. He puts his face into his hands and lets out a strangled sob, and it fully opens the floodgates. He can’t stop, his eyesight blurry and unreliable and it hurts so fucking bad.