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Summary
semi-interlinked set of works mostly focused in some form on csethiro being empress, but can be read individually
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Preparing for the Emperor's wedding, everyone has some things they need to learn about.
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- Part 1 of Continuing Education
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Oh, brother, we go deeper than the ink beneath the skin // Sicktember 2024 by Absolute_Goblinry
Fandoms: Gravity Falls
25 May 2025
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Maybe it was the totally not fever or the fact he knew what utter horror awaited him if he were to down that deceptively honey-colored medicine, but Stan scrunched his nose and scoffed. He felt like a petulant child - and he was sure he looked it as he crossed his arms and turned his head away from his brother. "I don't need it."
Right, this was something Ford had forgotten in his years apart from his brother.
Stan was an absolute nightmare when he was sick.
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Or; Follow the Pines family (mainly the Grunkles) as I try and work my way through the 2024 Sicktember prompt list!
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The Crescendo of Halcyon to Hullabaloo by harrystylescannibal
Fandoms: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TV 2012)
19 Apr 2026
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“What even are you guys? The monsters under the bed or somethin’?” Casey said, not trying to conceal the rude tone of his voice. He was cautious, you never know who someone could turn out to be.
“We’re mutants, brah. Mu-tants.” The orange masked turtle stepped up, he pronounced every syllable clearly to emphasize his point. He was moving from leg to leg, bouncing and giddy like he had so much energy to expel but no outlet. “The names Michaelangelo, but you can call me Mikey.” He smiled friendly.
He started pointing at each of the turtles, introducing them one by one, “These are my brothers! This is Leo,” —blue mask— “that’s Raph,” —red mask— “and that’s Donnie.” —purple mask.
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Or: April and Casey learn more about the turtles and help them with a few things
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Stan’s next shout feels more like a scream, desperate and frightened and tearing his throat on the way out: “Ford, please! Come on! Stanford, you can’t do this to me, not again—Stanford!”
Something slams into him, and he hits the deck hard. His first instinct is, naturally, to punch—but he doesn’t get that far. As soon as he tries to scramble back to his feet, a knee wedges itself into his back and two hands seize tightly on his shoulders and press him down. A low, dangerous growl reverberates around him, and he freezes. Shit. Shit.
...are there werewolves this far out on the ocean?
But when he cranes to see over his shoulder, he does not see a werewolf. Instead, he sees—
“Ford?!”