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    “Which one do you like more?” asked Kudo. “Hero, sidekick, love interest. Who in the story would you want to be, if you could?”

    “What?”

    “If you could be anyone in the story,” pushed Kudo.

    Big, green eyes wavered across Kudo’s face, and then widened under light hair. “I’ve never thought about it.”

    Kudo pulled away before he did something stupid and thoughtless to All for One’s innocent, wide-eyed little brother.

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    Kudo, Yoichi, and the two months they spent together before All for One ripped them apart.

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    25 Oct 2025

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    i'm so fucking sick!

    they're the only real lovers in this whole damn series!

    (y'all could fight me, if you disagree. but i won't care)

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    "Yes Arwen," Glorfindel told her drily. "It is of course inconceivable that Lord Elrond of Imladris — an elf so insufferably overcommitted to bureaucracy he once tried to implement and risk assess a regional policy for the baking of Lembas until Galadriel told him where he could shove his bread — might ever decide to stick around and micromanage the upbringing of his grandson."

    Moments from a world in which Elrond stays to watch Eldarion grow up.

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    14 Sep 2025

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    Even after six thousand years he still cannot understand Mannish customs like burials, does not understand things that die and get put under earth, so he asks Eldarion how far down they bury the bodies.

    "Six feet, Daeda ," says his grandson, cheeks glassy. Elrond nods, frowns. It is nothing at all, and the farthest apart they have ever been. At least the Numenoreans had given Elros a sea-burial, his daughter lies but under a sliver of earth. He kisses Eldarion's silver temple and they lie side by side under the statue until dawn. 

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    Content with this new plan, Dick rushes to the foyer, pulling on his shoes whilst wrenching the front door open and-

    Nearly trips over something placed on the steps.

     

    Anna Elizabeth Wayne through the eyes of her family over the course of eighteen birthdays.

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    12 Jul 2025

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    Percy Jackson had a plan: give his mom the best Mother’s Day ever. Armed with shells, glitter, and questionable pancake technique, he’s determined to create something unforgettable. Nothing could possibly go wrong. Probably.

    Triton expected a routine surface check-in. A few minutes of awkward mortal bonding, maybe a weather update, definitely some light judgment. What he got instead was amateur crafting, aggressive glitter, and the dawning realization that nothing involving his littlest brother ever goes smoothly.

    Clackleton the crab remembers the tidepool. He remembers freedom. He does not remember signing up for this. All he knows is: he was taken, there is no honor in diplomacy, and the revolution begins at breakfast.

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    26 May 2025

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    I'm crying

    Until Tuesday morning, when Clackleton drew blood.

    “That’s it,” his mother snapped, clutching her ankle and glaring at the stove like it had personally betrayed her. “I am done playing hostage to a half-ounce freedom fighter with claws.”

    Percy, who was already reaching for the broom, hesitated. “But violence is the last refuge of the state, Mom.”

    She turned on him.

    He blinked. “...That’s what he said.”

    This crab...

    Clackleton stared out from the shadows, unblinking. His googly eyes glistened like plastic orbs of judgment. His aura practically buzzed with righteous defiance.

    Coercion is not consent, came the sharp, crabby whisper inside Percy’s skull.

    “Okay,” Percy muttered. “But also you pinched her.”

    She entered a contested zone of sovereignty.

    Clackleton has a point..

    His mother pressed her fingers to her temples. “I just want my kitchen back.”

    Ownership is a fiction created by those in power to justify extraction and control. The hearth belongs to all. I reject the violent delineation of space.

    Percy blinked. “Uh… he says you made up owning the kitchen so you could, like, hoard the stove? And also he doesn’t believe in floors having borders, which… okay.”

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    jacaerys velaryon is sent back in time to prevent the dance of dragons. mayhem ensues.

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    15 Dec 2024

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    Found on twitter, good fic