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staring straight back at me by de_hautdesert
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
14 Sep 2024
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He draws back the bow-string. Halfway to his ear, his arm shudders to a stop. Mo Xuanyu probably never did need to use the muscles between his shoulderblades, did he?
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clouds tumbled their bitter cold on the earth by de_hautdesert for brushpen
Fandoms: Valdemar Series - Mercedes Lackey
01 Sep 2024
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A narrow channel cuts through the deep snow from the tiny Waystation towards the road. Talia fills her shovel with thick, wet snow and climbs up the side of the carved path.
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alexander returneth into dust by de_hautdesert for okakachan
Fandoms: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir
30 Oct 2023
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Camilla reminisces on skulls and hands.
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Natasha sits alone, in a beautiful garden, desperately trying to convince herself that she is not covered in blood.
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Branzy works on the funhouse.
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It had been shaping up to be a really lovely party, and honestly, quite a nice cultivation conference in general. Instead, his last surviving brother was exchanging polite bows with Jin Rulan, and Nie Huaisang was going to spend four days on edge.
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23 Sep 2024
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“Alright, sure, I’ll fight a ghost,” Techno drawled, and this time Phil really laughed, leftover adrenaline finally receding the tiniest bit. “That’s fine, I’ve trained for that. We’ve got the ocean, so we’ve got salt, and, uh, scriptures, I can write some of those. God Emperor Technoblade, it’s got a nice ring to it. Truly classic. You and me, Phil, Antarctic popes. We’re starting our own religion.”
Phil’s mittens reeked of spilled fuel, pungent and sharp. His head ached, whiplash from the hard landing settling into a pounding behind his eyes, and he was numb and shivering, each frigid inhale scraping his lungs, but those sensations could probably keep him awake, as long he didn’t slip from shivering into hypothermia. Survival instincts, those were good to activate. He’d been in the air over twenty-four hours before he’d been shot down, he needed all the alertness he could scavenge.
“Yeah? What are we worshiping, slowly starving to death?”
“Chaos,” Techno informed him. “Chaos and frostbite. Speaking of frostbite, how’s the navigation going?”
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- Part 63 of dream smp fic my beloved
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02 Sep 2024
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hit the continent running (engines were humming) by Odaigahara for antimony_medusa
Fandoms: SMPEarth
02 Jan 2024
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Philza: Transatlantic, the Corvarians, all those motherfuckers who couldn’t handle us having a stronghold and good mines, they cut us off from everything in the darkest time of the year. They trapped us in the cold, in eternal night, because they figured if we starved to death, Port-aux-Francais would give them whatever deals they wanted, and they didn’t care who they were fucking killing.
We were peaceful, before the embargo. We just wanted trade deals, we collaborated with anyone who’d help us build our railroads. We never struck the first blow. After the embargo– after that winter– we figured that wasn’t gonna work.
Interviewer: So you adopted some new technologies.
Philza: Yeah, we had innovations in our manufacturing, our greenhouses, our fucking sanitation– but that’s not what you’re talking about, right? Forget the emperor shit. If you’re interviewing me about this, you don’t want to hear about the greenhouses.
You want to hear about the planes.
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- Part 60 of dream smp fic my beloved
- Part 11 of dsmp/smpearth sampler [personal favorites]
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08 Apr 2024