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  1. Public Bookmark 15

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    Jon lurched upright. He immediately cried out in pain and clutched at his wound.

    “Jon!” Martin sprang to his feet and gently pushed Jon back down. “Don’t move, you’re still recovering from the infection.”

    Jon flinched away from him, trying to twist free but crying out again and finally allowing himself to sink back into the pillows. His wide eyes darted wildly around. “Michael! Where’s Michael? He- he took Helen, he-”

    Martin’s brow furrowed. “Jon, I know, that was years ago. Take a breath and relax, we’re safe here.”

    “Martin?” Jon asked, hands reaching for him. “Is the power out?”

    “What? No.”

    “Why is it so dark? Why can’t I see?” his tone turned accusatory. “What did you do to me?”

    Martin’s stomach sank. “J-Jon, I didn’t do anything. What do you mean, you can’t see?”

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    Martin wakes up with Jon in the basement of the House on Hilltop Road with Jon dead in his arms a year after they saved the world. With Basira's help they're able to save Jon, but when he wakes up the last thing he remembers is Michael stabbing him after taking Helen - and he's blind.

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    10 Oct 2025

  2. Public Bookmark 3

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    31 prompts for Tolkientober 2025 on Tumblr with Boromir as the main focus

    Also posted on Tumblr @lucifers-legions

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    04 Oct 2025

  3. Public Bookmark 23

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    Ah, Jon realises, he's probing for an intellectual discussion about their shared hatred of poetry. Of course!

    "It's… unimaginative. They can describe a scene, certainly, but the writing feels devoid of any feeling other than disproportionate wide-eyed wonder. In fact, their only inspiration seems to be rain, the streets of London, and rain on the streets of London. Not to mention that their writing style is so enamoured with Keats that it lacks any distinction of its own. What do you think of it?"

    Jon does not seem to have given the man the intellectual stimulation that he's looking for.

    "Oh…" His eyebrows are nearing his hairline. His front teeth overlap, Jon notes when he offers a nervous smile. That's quite cute. "Um, I- I wrote it?"

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    03 Oct 2025

  4. Public Bookmark 15

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    Martin Blackwood, the Lonely, and poetry; and what all of that means in a safer context.

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    02 Oct 2025

  5. Public Bookmark 17

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    30 Sep 2025