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  1. Rec 37

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    It's a little troubling how familiar this has become, possibly. Kakashi is very aware of what he's doing. Risking. Has risked, past tense, what should probably be an alarming number of times, now. There's a reason he doesn't let any of the other halfway tolerable patrollers accompany him on these paper-thin 'scouting' trips. A reason apart from the way they'd start dropping hints that he's not being safe, being reckless with his life again.

    Ha. Hm. No, after giving it appropriate analysis, mostly he's…curious.

    Call it an on-going experiment.

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    25 Nov 2025

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  2. Rec 5

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    A Rosencrantz and Guildenstern poem

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    23 Nov 2025

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    The living Danny—maybe playing along, or maybe responding genuinely—raised both hands in a show of harmlessness. Like Lancer truly had him at gunpoint.

    Danny Fenton’s wet cold dead body was so heavy in Lancer’s single cradling arm.

    “Who are you?” Lancer asked very simply.

    And Danny, arms still raised high, let out a sigh deep enough to deflate his shoulders. Whatever light was in his eyes went dull, resigned to an acceptance Lancer could not in the moment understand.

    “I am your worst student,” Danny answered. And he lowered one arm exclusively to point. “And THAT is the dead body of my ghost clone.”

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    Alone on the farthest outskirts of Amity Park, Danny Fenton and Edward Lancer bury the dead body of Danny's clone. It is long and tedious work, and Danny can't dodge Lancer's questions forever. Surely it's only fair of Lancer to demand to know what he has been pulled into. Surely Danny could use someone on his side, now that his evenings are spent burying his clones.

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    10 Nov 2025

  4. Rec 35

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    I was twenty-seven when my mother died, and twenty-nine when I held the funeral, because I was too stubborn to do it until I knew I wouldn't be the only one there. She had pretended to love hundreds of people. I was determined that at least two of us would pretend to love her back.

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  5. Rec 43

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    “Is that what they’re calling it in your village?” Tobi asked. “Do you have a youthful time with your comrade, when you’re tenderly kissing under the moonlight?”

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    Out of everything Obito put aside in his quest to end this world and escape into the Infinite Tsukiyomi, even after every other much more horrible thing that happened to him, he's still a little bit minorly fucking irritated that Might Gai never paid him any attention or remembered his goddamn face when they were kids.

    So my concept is: what if this boy you maybe used to have a belligerent bisexual crush on before you were buried alive, trapped in a hole, destroyed emotionally, and became a terrorist, grew up STUPID hot actually and is weirdly nice about letting you pretend to be a human person around him? Hm, maybe that could have consequences.

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    Gai’s jaw clenched, and then he let go. He drew back, arms crossed, regarding Tobi like a package that had suddenly stopped ticking.

    “Why are you here?” Kakashi asked.

    Tobi clasped his hands in front of him. “Everywhere seems so cold and lonely, once you’ve been warm.”

    He was watching Kakashi, but he caught a flicker of movement like Gai’s adam’s apple bobbing in a dry swallow.

    “This is the trouble with liars,” Kakashi said, almost conversationally. “They never know when they’ve told the truth.”