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DRAMA- There are little pieces of golden microglitter sticking to every inch of your pale and bloated flesh. Like you’re trying to turn yourself into an aquatic disco ball.
CONCEPTUALISATION- This is your home now. This is where you live. In the bath tub.Harry is getting better. He is trying his hardest to do better. He's bathing regularly and reading self help books. He's focusing on his cases, like the recent murder of a suspicious investor at a local restaurant. And he's desperately trying to forget the unfortunate kiss that he shared with his partner Kim in Martinaise nearly a year ago. Somehow it's still not working.
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02 Feb 2026
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YOU - You can tell Kim is wound tight. He holds his hands together behind his back. Almost in a reverse prayer. A prayer to help him, save him. His jaw clenched, holding the stress of Elysium not on his upright shoulders, but the gaps between his molars.
INTERFACING - Placing your palm on the side of his cheek. You feel his skin on your hand, between soft and hard.
YOU - Fuck Dolores Dei and her glowing lungs. Kim Kitsuragi is the only one that you’ll worship like a howling dog.
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Harry Du Bois tries to figure his shit out. Kim is along for the ride.
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24 Jan 2026
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“I think something is wrong with House.”
Wilson looked up from his paperwork. Kutner was standing in the doorway.
“Ah, yes. Just another Tuesday afternoon, isn’t it?”
“No, I mean…” Kutner paused to close the door and lowered his voice. “Physically.”
“There are also several things wrong with him in that domain too.” Wilson snarked.
Kutner shook his head.
“I think he might be pregnant."...
In which Wilson and Kutner try to figure out why House is being so nice to them. Also Kutner tries not to kill himself.
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11 Jan 2026
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“It’s not a real kid, Chase.”
Chase is technically underage, he’s a year away from being able to drink but the bartender didn’t bother to check his ID. Chase has always looked a little older than he was, it works in his favor now.
Nobody at a hero bar like this would assume he was so young.
“How the fuck do you think that?” Chase asks, spits. His hands still shake with the memory of it. The beer in his hand shakes with the tremors of his hands. “How the fuck do you do it?”
Mechaman sighs, deep, disappointed. He leans back, taking his whiskey with him.
The rest of the Brave Brigade was downstairs, drinking in victory, dancing with the other heroes, celebrating.
“It’s the Astral Pulse.”
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11 Jan 2026
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Robert Robertson the third wasn't real.
Sure, he looked real. Looked human.
He could speak and touch and do everything a regular normal person could. He wasn't extraordinary, no powers, no impressive physical prowess. He was the definition of an ordinary man.
Except that he was Mecha Man.
Oh, and he wasn't a man at all. He was The Astral Pulse, his father's greatest scientific achievement.
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Or my own take on Astral Pulse Robert au.
A study in autonomy, personhood, humanity, and how having shitty narcissistic parents that see you as nothing but a tool can fuck someone up well into adulthood.
Well let's hope a band of stubborn misfit ex-villains can help with sorting out that last one.
Inspired by JUBE514's astral pulse Robert fic! It's very good so if you like this concept go read theirs!
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11 Jan 2026