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  1. Public Bookmark 67

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    “Why do you think you can’t want to be caught?” The stranger asked, and it was almost frightening how easily she had honed into the root issue of the Road Runner’s painful internal conflict. Maybe she was some kind of a genius too. (Not as much of a genius as his Coyote, of course.)
    What he ended up saying through his sign was: [I don’t think I’m the kind of toon you are supposed to catch] then he flipped it around [I’m not drawn that way]
    “Oh honey.” Jessica Rabbit said sympathetically. “You can’t build your entire life around how you’re drawn.”

    Or: Camp Miasma inspired, over 10 000 words of two looney tunes characters trying to figure out how to loosen up and just let yourself have an orgasm- Uhm, excuse me- eat that bird.

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    26 Sep 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 31

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    "I don't just want the high he feels. I want the thing he’s chasing. I want to chase him. To catch him. To consume that energy entirely."

    Wiley is top of his class in engineering, but lately, he is creatively starved. His blueprints are garbage, his prototypes keep blowing up in his face, and his motivation is entirely dead.

    He doesn't know how to fix it, until he stops to actually watch Brae Rhodes run. He is the university's star athlete; loud, untouchable, and fast enough to take Wiley’s breath away. Watching Brae move doesn't just reignite Wiley's lost inspiration, it sparks a deep, obsessive hunger. Wiley wants to know what makes the runner tick. He wants to figure out how to catch him.

    A story about academic burnout, mechanical disasters, and the slow, consuming realization that the only thing you're actually starving for is the one guy you claim you can't stand.

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    23 Sep 2026

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    [ MY FATHER WOULDN’T LET ME ]

    A look of horror crossed Roadrunner’s face. Coyote flipped the sign.

    [ NOT UNTIL I CAUGHT YOU ]

    The look of horror doubled. Roadrunner replied:

    [ BUT YOU CAUGHT ME ]

    Flip.

    [ WHY NOT SPEAK NOW? ]

    Coyote shrugged. Non-verbal communication worked just fine. Why fix what was not broken?

    And then, Roadrunner’s face contorted into something Coyote had never seen on him before: anger.

    [ DON’T YOU WANT TO CLAIM YOUR VICTORY OVER THAT ******* *******? ]

    Upon seeing the sign he had produced, his face scrunched up even further and he beeped out:

    “..-. ..- -.-. -.- .. -. --. / .- ... ... .... --- .-.. .”

    “FUCKING ASSHOLE”

     

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    After finally catching the Roadrunner, Wile E. Coyote takes on a new challenge: Finding his voice.

    A direct sequel to my oneshot, Tomorrow.

    TW: Flashbacks to severe child abuse!

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    17 Sep 2026

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    Over and over, day in day out, they run circles around eachother. It took him long enough, but the Coyote has begun to notice something strange about the way the Road Runner regards him. The way dark eyes spare little time for any other then him. The way the bird makes him feel as though he has had the script flipped this entire time.

    Who is hunting who?

    Good thing the Game has it's rules, or perhaps he could be in trouble... Or maybe someone is looking to tip the favour of those rules...

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    13 Sep 2026

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    Holy moly

  5. Public Bookmark 26

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    Raph's eyes had slipped closed. The shapes caught up to him. He tried to call for his brothers, his dad, but his mouth only made weak, garbled sounds. Maybe they’d hear anyway. They’d know what he meant. He hoped they’d know. Someone was kneeling on his shell. He threw an elbow to get them off, but they grabbed his wrists and forced them together, putting something around them that cut into his skin. He kicked out, satisfied for a moment as his foot connected with something soft, and someone grunted. Then they bound his ankles, too, pulling tight – cord or plastic ties or whatever digging into his tendons. He vaguely felt several pairs of hands lifting him before slipping into unconsciousness.

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    Raph fights in an arena for someone else's fun and profit

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    26 Aug 2026