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Come forth and kill me, bow down and worship me! Take your time, all we have is ETERNITY! by Arsonisticbird
Fandoms: Searching For A World That Doesn't Exist - Wifies (Web Series), Minecraft (Video Game), The King in Yellow - Robert W. Chambers
02 Dec 2025
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Is It trying to gain distance from me? And more pressingly, does It not wish for my presence any longer?
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Five weeks of losing at poker to Ghost. Five increasingly suspicious ‘favors.’ One Scottish demolitions expert who’s terrible at cards but excellent at denial. Ghost knows exactly what he’s doing. So does everyone else on base.
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“The gang and I are planning to go to the festival tomorrow, because we heard there’d be lots of games, you know? But I’m pretty sure they’ll kick us out the second they see us ‘cause, well, we don’t exactly have the best reputation at festivals. Which is totally unfair! It was one time.”
“Ah, is that the problem?” Ayato mused. “I can take you, if you’d like.”
Itto’s eyes widened. “You can do that? I mean, would you? Really?”
“Of course.” The event was planned by the Yashiro Commission in the first place, but he didn't mention that part. “They won’t do anything if they see you with me."
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“I simply request to see your mouth up close, if you will humor my curiosity.”
“...” Boothill properly sits now, squinting his eye at Argenti and trying to understand what he could mean by that. There doesn’t seem to be any other straight answer than what he said, and it’s not like he wants to refuse Argenti…he’s very curious about it now.
“forkin heck, sure, do whatever you want, pretty boy.”
Argenti wants to indulge his curiosity and desire, and Boothill isn't gonna stop him.
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- Part 3 of Mephalis express train
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He attempted to sit up, attempting to push himself off the couch, but he was met with a very firm hand, shoving him back down on the couch. The wind was nearly knocked out of his lungs as the hand remained on his chest, forcing him to keep his torso glued to the couch.
“Down.” It was a command that came from the diaphragm. “Stay.”
Very quickly, Rody stilled. Still panting and wide-eyed, his eyes adjusted to the darkness and searched the figure’s features for anything familiar and recognizable. His front-door was open, the hallway light illuminating the back of the figure, casting a shadow across his front. And, as his eyes adjusted, he could only stare in shock when he realized that the figure holding him down was none other than Vince.
“Vince…?”
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Rody gets sick. Vince thinks Rody died and goes to his apartment to nurse him back to health.