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before you say 'cut', wait five more seconds by phlegmatic for Pigoletta
Fandoms: Masters of the Air (TV 2024)
16 Jul 2024
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“So you wake up, I’m pressing it in… you look at me, I say—” he clears his throat a little, leans back over Gale—“It’s time.”
“I’ll haunt you, boy,” Gale grits in return, looking at John unblinking and holding his jaw tense. “I ain’t leavin’ you in peace.”
“I know,” John bites, and drives in the knife. Gale gasps and chokes, shudders like they rehearsed.
“Come on, boy.” Gale’s only reacting now, bracing and writhing as John pulls back the knife—that’ll be when the SFX guy starts pumping the blood. He glides light, trembling fingers over a spot under Gale’s ribs, before rubbing a bit harder, and then—
“What kind of foley you reckon they’ll put on this?” John muses, tapping his finger once against Gale’s skin. He sits up, and holds his other hand in a loose o, working the same finger in and out of the makeshift hole with a raised eyebrow. “Mac and cheese?”
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Gale Cleven lands his first major credit, playing across big name John Egan—and despite what Gale told himself before shooting started, everyone knows that on-set flings happen. It's fine if it doesn't mean anything. Right?Series
- Part 1 of a matter of what's in the frame
Bookmarked by amnesiac
29 Dec 2025
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“You’re good,” John repeats, eyes dark and tone firm, and everything inside Gale clenches up. He drags in a breath like a sob.
“I’m good.” It gushes out of him, a release, a rush, willing John to let the movement happen again. “I’m good for you.”
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Gale's mouth turns down. Rueful, or maybe considering. His cadet uniform is pressed free of wrinkles, hair pomaded into a tight part. John's form wears it well. And the mustache does make him more dashing, John decides. He looks goddamned handsome, a perfect counterpart to the pinks and golds he's currently embodying.
Gale catches on. "You're a narcissist," he scoffs.
-- John and Gale swap bodies
Bookmarked by amnesiac
29 Dec 2025
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"You think we should stop?" he scrapes out.
Gale looks down at him. John looks back, beatific, waiting; waiting, and knowing what the answer will be.
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Fight, Flight, Freeze by exsanguinate (transjon), graiai, This_world_of_beautiful_monsters
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
19 Sep 2025
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Three authors, three imaginings of Armand’s much-belated reunion with his maker.
Fight: This is a song about the liberational aspects of grammar. By graiai.
Flight: Not so much an anatomy of a fall as a carefully categorized dismemberment. By This_world_of_beautiful_monsters.
Freeze: Armand, in the bed he made. By exsanguinate (transjon).- Language:
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17 Dec 2025
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Marius loves him, and maybe it is love like love for a pet, maybe it is love like love for a painting, maybe—maybe—it is love like love for a son. But it changes nothing. Perhaps it makes it worse, to do everything Marius did to Amadeo with love in his heart. Armand doesn’t know.
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He was peaking on acid when he opened his eyes and beheld the most beautiful person in the world.
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- Part 1 of Lifes Rich Pageant
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07 Dec 2025
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His heartbeat, which was light, like the flash-bang firework source of that funny perfect light, was everywhere, just everywhere, washing through, like the dentist’s light, around which everything else was no-color, or like the light from a welding torch which blinded you, like the blinding shapeshifting unspeakable of an ocular migraine, twisting like some unthinkable monocellular being… When Eddie sat up again the missing was total even though he was right there. I want to live in your heart, Richie thought with powerful clarity.
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Daniel finds him, Daniel fucks him, and Daniel leaves him: over, and over, and over again.
From his wayward fledgling, Armand gets a taste of his own medicine.
Bookmarked by amnesiac
27 Nov 2025
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Looking then at Daniel, caught between worlds, Armand had understood that he was not capable of such tenderness. He could not nurse Daniel, could not care for him; there was no dimension to the broken, strangled connection between them which could allow for such a thing. Could a river run from a wellspring that was hundreds of years dry? A wellspring that had been dry and dead even before he became what he was, dry and dead when he was a child, a human child, a somewhat-human child, a scrap of shadow in the shape of a child? Nonsense. Nonsense.