abrassaxe
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Balem survives the disaster at his stockworks, and has emerged after years of dormancy. Jupiter, cognizant of her age, realizes that to continue to keep Earth out of his clutches, she’ll need to use RegenX-E. This request, however, is not one that Balem intends to grant lightly…
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The Beholding wrenches him open to let in the light of this glorious wreckage, pouring the horror of the world into his mind. It rips through everything; through everyone he has ever been in all the stolen years of his life. He isn’t Jonah Magnus anymore. He isn’t even Elias Bouchard. And it is ecstasy.
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McCree’s never fancied a fella who didn’t make him worry some.
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"You're drunk, Chicanery."
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The Hunter arrives in time to rescue the little girl from the boar, on the way to Oedon Chapel.
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Collision, n. an event in which two or more bodies exert forces on each other for a (relatively) short time.
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Ratko's hunt gets interrupted and there's only one idiot he knows who would dare.
that whole "it nourishes me" line just got stuck in my head.
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25 Jul 2021
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will probably be cursed for enjoying this but nevertheless delightful <3
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Katharine at 62.
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Let's Spend the Night Together by starmirror for abrassaxe
Fandoms: Abarat Series - Clive Barker
13 Aug 2016
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“I could promise,” Carrion said, his eyes dark and earnest, “I could promise that you would never think of it again.”
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Titus and his siblings hear the reading of Seraphi's will. Surprise surprise, it's twelve million words intended to screw them over from beyond the grave.
Also featuring: Balem's protracted public breakdown.
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21 Apr 2016
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Catechesis by narzissus
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
11 Dec 2015
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Angelic blonde curls frame his face, smooth and delicate. Refined. Such vanity. The curl of his long lashes, the crook of his brow and oh the bow of his lips. They part for him now. Melkor places the host on his tongue. The cardinal looks up. Honey coloured eyes. And Melkor knows he is no angel, no servant of God, but a creature of vice.
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11 Dec 2015