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Nureyev does not believe in a god, but it would be funnier, he thinks, if there was one. Not for the redemption. Simply because, at least, then there would be someone to amuse with the show of a life he is putting on.
In which the Carte Blanche has submarine lights and Peter Nureyev is more traumatized than he wants to think.
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Nureyev’s crusade to forget his troubles by force until his organs finally gave out had been marginally successful so far, though, given his track record, it wasn’t too surprising he would fail in that matter as well.
There was nothing particularly funny about the sight of the lady before him, a smoking blaster in his hand and wildfire in his eye. Nureyev tipped his head back and laughed anyway. There was nothing else to do when fate had so accurately spat in his eye. Of course this dream or apparition or traitor would materialize in front of him just days before it all ended anyway. It was just another cruel trick the part of his mind that begged for absolution liked to play.
featuring a kidnapping, a rescue, and me personally forcing them to communicate
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11 Jul 2021
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Somewhere on Brahma, a starving child feels bruises on his skin that are not his own.
Somewhere on Mars, a bruised child feels an ache in his stomach that is not his own.
Thirty years later, a private eye stands in front of a master thief to protect him, but the master thief still feels every titanium spike as though it is his own arm they have sunk into, and he knows what that means:
He's found his soulmate.
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12 Jun 2021
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Stared at this little box for a full five minutes trying to decide what to write but honestly I don't think there are words in the English language to accurately describe the emotional freefall that is the experience of reading this fic
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MAKE A SMALL INCISION AT THE ROOT OF THE ROOT WITH YOUR SHARPEST, MEANEST KNIFE by perennials
Fandoms: The Penumbra Podcast
05 Jun 2021
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“And I could not have returned, had I not left to begin with,” you hear yourself say, your hand coming to rest on his. You have no idea what the fuck that means. All you know is that you will burn everything in this solar system down with a match and a bottle of cognac if Juno Steel gets hurt on anyone’s terms but your own. The thought is exquisitely beautiful. For a second, you almost believe it.
Ladies and gentlemen, Peter Nureyev has done it again.
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07 Jun 2021
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The Junoverse A/B/O Fic But Juno Steel is a Vape God by hopeless_eccentric
Fandoms: The Penumbra Podcast
05 Jun 2021
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As far as space pirate ships went, the Carte Blanche was deeply unsexy.
There was nothing particularly appealing about the shape of the exterior. It was largely ovular, the least sexy of shapes, and between the standard, unpainted metal panels of the hull and the dull eggshell white of the interior cabins, the Carte Blanche was fairly puritanical for a ship in its specific universe.
That was alright by the crew. Due to a clerical error, the entire crew of the Carte Blanche were betas.
If you missed the parody part in the tags, this is a PARODY. a SATIRE. a big ol' JOKE. have fun. i'm celebrating one year of posting fics by returning to my roots: dumb crack used as comedic satire. hope you all enjoy!
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hair in your mouth, teeth down the drain (80s coke party) by evanines
Fandoms: The Penumbra Podcast
08 Mar 2021
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“He knew she was still talking because the ring in his ears was becoming an acoustic lobotomy that ripped through his brain’s tissue indiscriminately. He didn’t know what she was saying. It was too loud and too quiet at the same time, lost in the sheer everything around him.
The dress was too tight around his shoulders. He pulled on the hemline to keep it from riding up, feeling the fabric against his skin, rubbing the mesh between two fingers almost unconsciously. In half a second, the already short dress was ripped at the hem where he’d worried the delicate fabric away. He’s holding something in his other hand, he realizes as he looks down. A silver card, innocuously reflecting the iridescent lights. There’s a name on it. It’s not his, at least he doesn’t think so. “
Juno has an attack of sensory overload while on a job that feels... a bit too familiar.
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13 Apr 2021