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eating the pieces is not against the rules in chess by puppyfrags
Fandoms: Unstable Universe (Web Series)
08 Mar 2026
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“Dude, how are you opps with the sweetest guy ever?” A monotone voice chimes in, this one belonging to Egg, who was actually working and holding a pencil in an oddly elegant way solely Egg could pull off.
Apparently Flame has one-sided beef with the personal sweetheart of this college. Fun. “Lmao, how do you have beef with someone who's in the gardening club?” Wemmbu asks, and Flame resists his– what seems to be daily– urge to punch the man.
Minute speaks up after practically what seemed like decades, pausing his diligent work. “Did you just say ‘lmao’ out loud?”
Furrowing his eyebrows, Flame scowls. “Bro, he beat my ass in chess last night.”
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Wemmbu hovered over his body, a sneer stumbling onto his face, then brought his leg up; Shifting every ounce of his weight to his heel and quickly pressing it into Flame’s diaphragm before the latter could get up. A broken moan unexpectedly punched itself out of the demon’s airway, it was a moan you’d hear from a body on the cusp of vomiting.
Adrenaline and something akin to glee coursed through his body, like thunder through a black sky, when he heard the noise. Never had he brought out a sound like that from Flame. Never had he ever been close to till now.
He wanted to do it again, he wanted to keep the sound to himself. No one would hear that, but him.
Or, Wemmbu gets a boner, experiences sleep deprivation, and goes through the horrors.
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Lantern Mech’s Incorporated by l3lackbird
Fandoms: The Flash - All Media Types, The Flash (Comics), Green Lantern - All Media Types, Green Lantern (Comics), DCU (Comics)
17 Dec 2024
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He’s sorting through inventory—laughing and cursing at Hal’s outrageous labeling system; Boobs for B and so on—when the front desk phone rings. “Lantern Mech’s Incorporated, we got the grease for your slippery needs.”
“That… is not the greeting. Didn’t I write it down?” Wally’s voice is sleepy, half-slurred. There’s rustling of voices in the background, the high-pitched wheeze of a child’s laughter.
“People love my greeting.”
“No, it sucks. Have you-”
“Yes.”
Wally huffs into the phone. It crackles in Kyle's ear, an incompatible sound to the real thing; he wonders what Wally's breath would feel like exhaled against his neck, if his breath would smell like bubblegum he chews.
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03 Sep 2025