anecdote
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An amusing little anecdote on why there are potholes in roads. This short story was inspired by a scene written in Chapter 11 – Cult of my story, Death and Rebirth, but has no direct relation to that story.
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- Part 12 of Life and Death Continuation
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Adrien relapses. Nathalie comforts him.
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- Part 4 of The Angst Chronicles
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The Wanderer decides that it's about time he packed up and leave a death world for greener pastures.
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- Part 1 of Slices of The Life of The Wanderer
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Mystery Work
Part of there is no title lol
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
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We stumble into a repressed memory held by the fox, and a childhood trauma is relived by all three.
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- Part 6 of Two Worlds
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I build bridges with these arms, I will not build a fortress. by Anonymous for Amber_Skye
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
06 Aug 2021
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Fan-made deleted-scene excerpts from The Island Man by Amber_Skye.
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Анекдот про Альфа by fandom Cyberpunk 2021 (fandom_Cyberpunk_2019), winni_w
Fandoms: ALF (TV), The Matrix (Movies)
16 Jul 2021
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Альф знакомится с жителями Зиона
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Chris tells an anecdote of Roy's childhood.
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Тайна исчезнувшего чая by fandom Max Frei 2021 (fandom_Max_Frei), The_Secret_Vice
Fandoms: Лабиринты Ехо - Макс Фрай | The Labyrinths of Echo - Max Frei, Jeeves & Wooster
18 Sep 2021
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— Что это, Дживс?
— Рука, сэр.
— Но что она тут делает?
— Я полагаю, похищает... э-э-э... только что похитила ваш чай, сэр.Series
- Part 2 of fandom Max Frei 2021, Спецквест
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Иногда необразованность Имса заставляла Артура придумывать самые разные способы объяснения непонятных слов.
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- Part 8 of Рофлы и приколы
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all the dresses in the world can't make this war go away.
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Real bedtime story
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- Part 1 of Рофлы и приколы
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An anecdote on Zhongli's memories about his very PLATONIC friendship with Guizhong.
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Smelly Candle Wax by obacne
Fandoms: not a fandom thing tbh I’m just testing ao3 with a random story lol
24 Aug 2024
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It’s the 1970s, probably. It’s very damn hot here.
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Many can see the glow of a candle, enraptured. Until it is flickered into nothing, only then can the scorching flames’ imprint be brought to light. Every indistinguishable Malaysian child had a shadow, blackened and dirty as coal. As little children do.Have some stories
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Kotak Kritik dan Saran by poutyerim
Fandoms: Heartbreak Motel (2024), The Architecture of Love (2024)
21 Dec 2024
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Raia dibuat bingung dengan eksistensi kotak kritik dan Saran di sekolah ini. Sekolah ini memang aneh, dan ia punya kepala sekolah yang merangkap menjadi seluruh staff sekolah. Aneh bukan main.
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inspired by krizzia (@greatsenpai)'s idea that post fall of overwatch, pre-recall McCree is on the run (as a blogger) and occasionally checks in with Genji in between his misadventures!!!!!
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30 Apr 2019
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“Dammit,” McCree breathed, crouching at the corner of the bar.
“You!” The robber gestured towards him with her gun, wrist firm and precise. “Hand over your credit chips.”
“Don't have any.” He held both hands up and stood up slowly from his position behind one of the barstools. His breakfast must have arrived while he was in the bathroom. Visible heat lines rose from the food on the oval-shaped plate.
“What?!” She shouted incredulously. “What kind of–ugh, never mind, just gimme your wallet.”
“I will once I finish my breakfast. Jus’ be patient.”
“Oh, no way are you getting into that little booth of yours.”
“I’m hungry. ‘Sides, that’s where my wallet is if ya want it.”
“I’ll get your wallet for you, where is it?”
“In the satchel,” he feigned a sigh while she grabbed the bag with her free hand, icy gaze locked on him.
“No funny business, cowboy.” She pulled out a thick leather billfold after rifling through the bag and shook the contents of it down. Out slid a few bobby pins, a ticket to Meow Wolf, a Starbucks Gold card, a photo of Gabriel Reyes smashing McCree’s face into a cake on his first birthday at Overwatch, a photo of him, Genji, and Reyes posing next to a road sign that says “Shoulder Work Ahead,” a few packaged lactase pills, a sandwich card with eight out of ten stamps on it, several fake IDs with each name more ridiculous than the last, a condom one day away from its expiration date, change from at least six different countries, and a hair tie. “Are you kidding me?” She scoffed and looked up at him from the pile, pointing her gun at him again. “Where’s your cash?”
“You wanted my wallet,” McCree shrugged and took a sip of his coffee, having swiped the mug from the table.
“Cash. Now. Quit fucking around. And put that down!” The robber now held the gun point-blank against his chest.
“Right, right, easy.” McCree set the mug down while he started to reach into his pocket, but stopped and pivoted his body out of the line of fire. He pushed her gun out of the way with his left hand and brought his right back up to twist the gun towards her, breaking her thumb in the process. The pain provided enough of a distraction for him to grab the pistol from her fingers and step back. During the commotion, the server had ducked down behind the grill with their coworkers. “Told you not to get in the way of my breakfast, ma’am. Sorry ‘bout the thumb. Take a load off, why don’t ya?” He gestured to the booth behind her.
“You fucker, I swear to God–” she began as she slid onto the cushy bench.
“Police will be here soon,” the line cook announced from the window between the counter and kitchen.
“Aw, hell,” the vaquero muttered, pistol still in hand with his eyes trained on the robber. “What’s the ETA?”
“The station’s a ten-minute walk from here. So, four minutes, maybe?”