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Soldier’s Poem by KirkApologist
Fandoms: The Long Walk (Movie 2025), The Long Walk - Richard Bachman
21 Oct 2025
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“‘s fine,” Pete squeezes his hip. Ray relaxes minutely. “Just - lemme do it. If you can’t.”
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Vietnam, with a twist.
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11 Nov 2025
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Collection of fics inspired by the Atlas collection by Sleeping at Last. All at least loosely interconnected.
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25 Jul 2025
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The man she gave me and whom I never found again by 16miles
Fandoms: Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 (Video Game)
30 Jul 2025
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“Beautiful and terrifying,” Gustave says, both as a remark to himself and an attempt to prod at Verso a bit, “you’re cryptic as always.”
“As always,” Verso echoes, his voice imbued with an unfamiliar warmth. “That’s nice to hear.”
The questions bouncing around Gustave’s mind — about Verso, which expedition he had belonged to, how he knows Gustave, questions of what Gustave should do now — fall silent in favour of taking in the fleeting gentleness that moves across Verso’s face.
A mysterious man visits Gustave at camp. Night by night, conversation by conversation, the two men grow closer to each other than either of them would ever have anticipated.
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06 Jun 2025
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Gustave awakens in a cathedral that breathes like a living body, where walls drip pigment and time has no edges. Waiting for him is Renoir — unfinished, irresistible, cruel in the way only someone who knows your every secret can be.
What begins as silence becomes confession. What begins as restraint becomes ruin.
In this place beyond mission, memory, or shame, Gustave learns what it means to be seen — and worshiped — and unmade.
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04 Jun 2025
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"The dark waves are seething and gurgling, licking the caramel sand like a thirsty animal laps up the water by the stream; and they whisper words of wisdom in their mysterious oceanic language few can understand. They spew well-polished stones and pieces of colorful glass onto the shore, underwater treasures tangled in a mess of rotting seaweed. But among the usual aquatic gifts, there’s one in particular that differs from other inanimate objects; it is a body of a young man, pale skin shining under the bright moon light with an almost otherworldly glow."
Verso Dessendre finds himself laying on the familiar shore, water in his lungs and a ringing silence in his head. How did he end up in the Canvas again, and why does it look so different from what he painted years ago, as a child?
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29 May 2025