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After sort've accidentally saving Lance from a zombie attack in a waterfront gift shop and winding up with a flash of memory from before he died, a lone zombie named Keith finds himself a plus one for the apocalypse.
(Slow-burn fic inspired by the movie Warm Bodies + my friend kalofi's zombie apocalypse klance AU!)
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It would only be later that night, after he had clocked out, when Nam-gyu was waiting for Thanos to finish pissing in a bush to bum a cigarette off him, that he would try and give this question actual thought. Nam-gyu liked getting high. Nam-gyu liked crowds, parties, places he could disappear in broad daylight. Nam-gyu liked instant curry noodle cups. And Nam-gyu liked men, but he couldn’t bear the thought of loving one. He liked the experience his lifestyle rewarded him with, late nights spent invisible. He would not give up his freedom for domesticity, and Nam-gyu liked Thanos because Thanos was not asking him to.
tldr; Nam-gyu wants Thanos. Thanos wants Nam-gyu to prove it.
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pierced by powerfulwizard
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
25 Oct 2024
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"I don't –" Ojiro shook his head, mostly to himself due to the fact that Kaminari couldn't see him, "Do you have bandages?" he asked. Kaminari seemed to perk up, "Yeah, there's bandaids and stuff in the kit. I'm only asking you to help because I don't have a mirror in my room."
"You tried piercing your ears without a mirror?" Ojiro asked, much louder than he intended to. "I told you, I thought it would be easy!" Kaminari whined, "Whatever, my door's unlocked, just try not to wake up Iida."
Kaminari wants to get his ears pierced. This should have nothing to do with Ojiro, right? (re-upload/partial rewrite of an old ojinari fic I uploaded here in 2021)
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Just as quick as it begins, the terror-shift ends.
The shadows twist before him in the waning amber sunlight; ink-dark and quiet, the soil stiff beneath his heels. Twilight engulfs the forest, where the darkness melts into smog. Dewdrops, moss; the sweet, rotting scent of flesh curls around him, and sits — thick and viscous like honey — atop his pale skin.
The wind softly keens in Dennis’ ears, a thin sound like distant wind chimes tinkling. He sits, almost alone, in that park. Robby presses his face into a warming can of beer, staring firmly at his feet.
Wheat, bread, god; he repeats it like a prayer.
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after a particularly bad away-team experience, dennis is forced to confront himself — and the things, the people he left behind.Bookmarked by marxiststimboards (powerfulwizard)
19 Oct 2025
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t4t hucklerobby forever and ever