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Dress me in midnight, feast upon my bones by hexhomos
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends
12 Jan 2025
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The rocket strikes through the heart. Reality collapses in less than five seconds.
Jayce rebuilds Viktor, little by little, piece by piece.
And if his partner comes back from the dead a little different, well... what's not to love? Jayce is a quick study. He can adjust himself into a suitable form. He pledged himself to this task a dozen years ago; he's in it for the long haul.
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To put it bluntly: this is the one where Dr. Frankenstein runs away with his bride.
( Jayce follows Viktor down to the depths of Zaun, and amid the riots and war-banners, everything changes. )
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- Part 3 of Arcane Works
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Bookmarked by chaoticbastardd (idonthavebones)
01 Dec 2024
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i am fucking speechless this is everything holy fuck
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Per Mammon's request, Ozzie meets with one of his clowns to make a sex doll of him. Ozzie plans on being totally, one-hundred percent professional about it.
(That doesn't mean he follows through).
Bookmarked by chaoticbastardd (idonthavebones)
11 Jul 2024
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one word from you and i would jump off of this ledge i'm on by wizardlover
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series
07 May 2022
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This time, Scar's smile visibly twists, turns into something bitter that Grian hasn't seen in his face before.
"It's okay, Grian," he says. "I'm comfortable here, you don't need to do this." Grian blinks, confused.
"I—do what?" Scar raises an eyebrow at him and tucks a strand of hair behind his pointed ear.
"You're being nice," Scar says, discarding a blue fabric. Grian privately agrees, it's gaudy. "And it's sweet, really, but I'm okay."
"Scar, that's not—" Grian shakes his head. "That's ridiculous! I'm not just being nice!"
Scar looks up at him from where he's folded on the floor, grasping at velvet, and he suddenly looks very small and very tired.
"Sure," he says, and the tone makes Grian bristle, despite himself.
"Scar," he says, trying to keep calm. "Why would I do that? When have I ever been nice to anyone just for the sake of it? You're my friend—scratch that, you're our friend!" Scar huffs a little laugh and Grian watches him, helpless. "I—where is this coming from, man?"
(Or, Grian and Scar deal with some of the fallout from Last Life.)
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Bookmarked by chaoticbastardd (idonthavebones)
16 Dec 2022
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HHBFBANBFNABHDNWB I AM FEELING NORMAL EMPTIONS
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The night Gabriel sat down across from him, Sam had been looking for life’s answers in a stained napkin.
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04 May 2018
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yEET ITS THE ONE WHERE HES A FIREWORK MAKER
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They stay that way for a long time, Catra’s face tucked into Adora’s shoulder, Adora gently cradling Catra’s head. Adora is careful not to hug Catra too hard or make her feel restrained, anticipating the moment that Catra will start to pull away — but Catra doesn’t. She hangs on so tightly it hurts, her claws digging through Adora’s jacket and into her back, latching into her like she did when she was a kitten and didn’t know how much her claws could hurt. Adora tries not to wince, tries not to move a single muscle, worried that if she does the spell will break and Catra will struggle away, appalled at having shown weakness.
But Catra doesn’t let go. And so neither does Adora.