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    As the name suggests. Works less than six months old are generally not added

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    There are other powers in the universe, beyond the Force. And those powers are hungry.

    (The Magnus Archives fears, in a Star Wars setting.)

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    Obi-Wan falls to the dark.

    Nobody regrets this more than Cody.

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  1. Public Bookmark 49

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    Forgive me Lord, for I have partaken,
    Not in the bread of life, but in the flesh of creation.
    I am weak, and the temptation calls to me again.

    Save me Lord, for in this communion,
    I part the impure from immaculate bone,
    and watch blood drip like you intended.

    I am hungry, and through the satisfaction,
    I am made one with divinity. In your image,
    I will create anew.

     

    or: Frank is a chronically ill college drop out who desperately wants his life back, no matter the cost.

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    09 Dec 2025

  2. Public Bookmark 12

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    Excerpts from An Oral History of the Kaiju Wars, chapter 7, Profiles of the Early Pilot Classes

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    29 Nov 2025

  3. Public Bookmark 44

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    In the mid-1920s, Gerard and Mikey moved to France - Gerard to pursue art, Mikey because he couldn't stay behind. Now, it's 1930, and Mikey's become an airmail pilot, flying the mail route to Dakar with his navigator Frank. For a long time, the only rough thing about Mikey's life was the strain on his and Gerard's soulbond when Mikey was away, but his growing feelings for Frank and the arrival of Frank's old friend Ray could change everything.

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    09 Nov 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Beautiful period piece

  4. Public Bookmark 11

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    The problem, Gerard thinks morosely, as he watches Mikey pick out chords on his bass, is that he read The Mists of Avalon at an impressionable age. Fucking Marion Zimmer Bradley should come with a warning label.

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    09 Nov 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    It's a classic


    Ray sighs. "I keep telling you, Gee, seriously. You have got to stop licking Mikey's nipples on stage. It gives people the wrong impression."

    Ray would have a point, except for the fact that it's not the wrong impression at all. Gerard shifts in his chair, trying not to look guilty, and Mikey's eyes narrow.

  5. Public Bookmark 35

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    The car’s the exact color of the earth, brown-roasted nothing, dust, and Jet Star dropped it a fucking mile and a half down the road, in the shaded dip behind a half-assed hill. Mikey’s sweating by the time they reach it, bandanna soaked through, and he whips it off and ties it around his forehead to keep the drops out of his eyes.

    In which Mikey goes looking for the rest of the Killjoys along with Ray, who isn't one of them.

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    28 Oct 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    “Fucking wait,” Mikey says. “There was only you on the drop-off? And they ghosted both of us?”

    Jet Star nods, the helmet bobbing jerkily.

    “How the fuck did you wake up?” Mikey knows his voice is hard, shocked, but he can’t help it. Waking up alone--that’s just now how it fucking works. Ghosting pulls something out of you, something you can only get back from someone else, someone awake. A voice, a hand, a life--it doesn’t matter, it’s easy enough, but only if one of you is awake. Someone has to be awake.