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i am a good person. i am a powerful person. i don’t believe in evil. i think that evil is an idea created by others to avoid dealing with their own nature. i understand my own nature. good and evil have nothing to do with it.
‘we don’t know what she’ll do,’ cameron says. ‘heather’s nervous.’
‘no idea why,’ frances mutters, voice dripping with sarcasm, ‘it isn’t like the statute for murder never expires.’
‘manslaughter,’ charlotte corrects- ‘it wasn’t premeditated.’
cameron pushes his glasses up his nose and opens his mouth like he’s willing to debate the semantics, but frances dogears her page and says, ‘could we change the subject? it makes me feel sick.’Series
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05 Sep 2026
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Beauty is terror… Terror… sweet terror…
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"You are a little soul, carrying a corpse." - Epictetus
Richard reflects back on his relationship with Henry and the others.
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21 Jun 2026
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“How do you forget someone who has settled so deeply inside of you, made a home in the marrow of your bones?”
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a poem about none other than Henry Winter pulling one of his routinely all-nighters, working. signature melancholy included.
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18 Jun 2026
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The life of a cold-hearted, yet enigmatic killer… I wonder…
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Camilla finds herself many places.
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16 Jun 2026
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From a perfect world to the pondering of the human experience ~ their desires, their dreams, their sufferings, their emotions….
A story focusing on a ‘classical beauty.’
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Our night of madness by thelawmanbeatingupthewrongguy
Fandoms: Secret History - Donna Tartt
18 May 2022
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A retelling of what happened on the night of the Bacchanalia from Francis' perspective. This is quite short cos it is my first fic but hope you enjoy!!!! (also mention of sex and killing obviously so yeah...)
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16 Jun 2026
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οὐκ ἂν λάβοις παρὰ τοῦ μὴ ἔχοντος -"you can’t get blood out of a stone" (or literally, "you can't take from one who doesn't have.")
Richard sculpts. Richard's sculptures come alive. Richard's sculptures do not love Richard back. It's mostly fine.
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04 Jun 2026
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Pulchritude in sculpting. A desire indeed…
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the foot scene at the lake: extended edition
"She was brave," Henry said.
Happy Christmas!
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After all they'd done, was it ever enough?
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22 May 2026
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The pain of feeling inadequate. It feels to real.
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The Ironwood Trees Are Stained With Childhood by Birdegg
Fandoms: Kung Fu Panda (Movies)
26 Apr 2022
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At first, she does it because her hands hurt. Looking back, it is a foolish reason to do anything-pain is a part of any martial art, an expected consequence of training and fighting. But she is six then, bright eyed and hopeful. Life up until this point has been isolation, living in Bao Gu Orphanage, existing as something feral and unlovable. Shifu’s mentorship, guardianship-it seems new and beautiful. Finally, someone sees something in her.
In the coming months, her paw pads crack and bleed. She strains her wrist, cracks a tooth because she keeps gritting her teeth in agony. Master Shifu scolds her recklessness but does not ask where she received her injuries. He does not tell her to stop. Oogway smiles at her in the hallways, invites her for tea, teaches her how to garden. He is trying to help her, somehow, but Tigress cannot make out how. If he really cared, he would help her train, help her please Shifu.
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Tigress throughout the years.Bookmarked by Gentle_introvert
22 May 2026
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From feeling joyful to numb, and now to learning how to live again.
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To Live Forever- The Secret History by Razztwizzler100713
Fandoms: The Secret History - Donna Tartt
20 May 2023
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What goes through Henrys head as he blows his brains out.
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another poem i wrote about my ever-beloved, gorgeously flawed, grayed and faded, yet not forgotten henry winter. as the tags suggest, it's an account of the immediate aftermath of his suicide, with the allusion to ms tartt's own claim that we tend to quiver before all that we consider beautiful. quite dark, as expected, but short (yet not painless per se) to make up for it.
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26 Apr 2026
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“Beauty is rarely soft or consolatory. Quite the contrary. Genuine beauty is always quite alarming.”
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"well maybe," she snaps, voice that of a vicious, cornered hound, "one can become so wrapped up in their own world that they can't even see what's right in front of them."
Henry's face, carved and nearly ominous in the white light of snowfall, reflects no emotion. his voice similar, carved as though pulled from the snapping depths of that chasmous stare.
"or, perhaps they've chosen not to see."a silence that cuts through the room, tension seeping from the walls much like the cold air that curls in tendrils through the windows.
his words almost send her flinching. her eyes, a blizzard; fueled by wounded pride and freezing resentment. I felt as though something massive had shifted; something larger than me, larger than any of us.
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23 Apr 2026
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Two complex souls falling in love. Me as the reader feels like an obscure tragedy.
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Instead of the Moirai, Henry reached for the invisible threads of my fate and firmly intertwined them with his own.
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17 Apr 2026
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Words to ponder and feel. I’m blessed to read a work of art.
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I'm sure we're taller in another dimension by orphan_account
Fandoms: The Secret History - Donna Tartt
20 Feb 2025
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Sometimes she would see him there, lying down on the blood-muddied floor lifeless. Sometimes she would see him approaching her (“You think I’d hurt you?” he’d say, with the crooked sweetest smile she would ever see him displaying, “Come here”), whispering something into her ear and kissing her head.
That whisper.
OR: Henry left Camilla his suicide note, a letter of the things that have been haunting him; of Bunny, of the Bacchanal, and... of Richard Papen.
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16 Apr 2026
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“… some truths, however deeply felt, are destined to remain forever unuttered.”
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A Mad Tea-Party by evalkan_evokes for notaladyBug
Fandoms: The Secret History - Donna Tartt
23 May 2024
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A reimagining of the scene where Henry describes the events during the bacchanal. What if Richard had not been so patient when Henry told his story? What if the question of murder had overpowered the intrigue of the bacchanal? What if it did matter?
What if there was no tea, and everyone was hopping mad?
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15 Apr 2026
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Another version where the flawed mortal has no regrets.
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Richard Papen is a delightful mystery for all of them. The wonder of this lanky Californian specimen does not miss any of the Greek class. Roiling whorls of coffee-brown hair curl across the nape of his neck. He has a warm brown glance, roving and flickering across all of them. He is a puzzle, and the Greek class is hungry, hungry, hungry for puzzles to piece together and break into bits. They are desperate for a cause to stand around and rip apart, and Richard Papen is a delicious distraction.
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A study of the Greek class' odd fascination with Richard Papen.
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Bookmarked by Gentle_introvert
14 Apr 2026
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Since Richard romanticizes them, the students have their own thoughts.
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What if I—in that startling moment—totally overcome—clung to that red thread?
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14 Apr 2026
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He longs for aesthetics, to belong, yet can’t control his twisted desires.
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it was at the start of october on that fateful senior year that you had found yourself in henry winter’s illustrious townhouse. from the lacquered brazillian hardwood floorboards to the ivory plasterwork on the ceilings – every corner pertained a certain degree of finery that reflected poorly on the rest of its objects: a well-worn armchair perpetually stuck in henry's physique and fraying at the edges, the trampled rug that snaked upstairs and held all of your secrets, the coffee table with too many wine stains. in the dim light, the dried rorschach looked like blood.
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14 Apr 2026
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“and then there was henry, of course, so quintessentially different that his existence, still, was hard to define. something outside the realm of you. something above or beyond, or perhaps below – always somewhere you could not reach.”
So complex, yet fascinating
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You get tired of having to sneak around with Henry.
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Gen rating for now, but may change in the future!
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13 Apr 2026
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Just two flawed mortals navigating through the depths of love.
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“Why don’t we cover more ground then? Search for at least half an hour and whoever finds her first can bring her back here. And then we can savour what’s left of the afterparty.”
It all sounded like a decent idea, right up to this very moment where Henry has to contemplate whether or not to approach the shadow connected to the oxidized statue of Artemis, the perfect hiding spot for a black dress.
He squints closer on the antsy movement; a great expanse of skin provided by her backless gown that almost feels wrong to see so clearly lacking any winged protrusions. Curled in on herself, secretive underneath the protective penumbra of a coppery teal-coloured Olympian.
There’s a sprinkle of satinette feathers enlaced in her hair, easily mistaken for something as soft as snowflakes or icing sugar.
At the ironic risk of being struck down by an arrow himself (poised motionless in Artemis’ fingers, oddly pinpointed right at him), he nears closer. Dusting up on his French that foremostly recalls to him in Charles Baudelair stanzas.
Losing patience, truthfully without meaning her to hear, he mumbles to himself. “Un cygne qui s’était évadé de sa cage.” ✭
But she sharpens up like a plucked string.