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Wyll, the pieces left behind, and the pieces picked up along the way.
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Three commands has Astarion broken, and now the fourth with a rapier through his gut and crossbow to his skull. Centuries he's wanted to be free—well, here it is. Dirt under his nails and blood behind his fangs. He's free. Isn't he fucking satisfied?
Astarion has not been a person in two hundred years. His journey to become one does not start off well.
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The car whines when Astarion accelerates, a thumping under his feet and center console. The dashboard rattles, teeth in a skeleton, even the steering wheel keening like a death knell. Every time he brakes, something screams. He can't smell smoke, but he can feel heat pouring from the vents, sweating through his nightclothes. There's a dial from hot to cold—he spins it and feels nothing change.
When he presses its gas, the car goes forward. When he brakes, it stops.
He keeps driving.
Astarion escapes Cazador with the clothes on his back, a wad of stolen cash, and a car that's sat abandoned in a garage for thirty years.
There's a metaphor in that, perhaps.
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to know the rain is falling by Raayide for RedcloakLynx
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
30 Jun 2025
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He presses a hand to his chest. Feels bone, bird-thin, protruding through his skin. Dust. The box is stone and he is stone alongside, fossilized, drawn back to a life he cannot remember. The elf—Cazador—sire—master—pulls him from the dark. Says things that should be known but are not. Calls to him. Says come back.
His voice trembles. It is barely a whisper. "Who am I?"
When he is laid to rest, he is full of history. When he wakes, there is very little left.
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Beneath the headstone is a body that will not rot. One day, after the grave has been filled, after a long, long time, you get up.
Astarion: between, around, and before.
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Karlach and Astarion, forever and ever.
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Astarion as a warlock, Wyll as a vampire spawn - and their dance to come together.
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The Astral Prism protects over distance, but it is not infallible.
Returning to Baldur's Gate returns Cazador's thrall.
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This commanding swagger wants attention and fear, not death.
Ignatius tells himself that. Marazhai continues to close the distance. From a concerning nearness, to an intimate one. His blade is by Ignatius’ flank. At this distance, the toxin-coated blade could slip between the plates of his armor with ease. Fatally injure him before his seneschal could react.
When Marazhai stops, Ignatius can feel his breath.
From the first time they lock eyes in the arena, to their future beyond the voidship.
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26 Aug 2025
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Breaking the habit by Anonymous
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
30 Mar 2025
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After a careless Reddit post in a medical subreddit asking about self-harm wound care, Izuku is forced to confront his habit by the very people he never wanted to find out.
Or: A study of self-destruction, friendship and eventual healing.
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23 Aug 2025
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Covet The Thing Next Door by starkraving
Fandoms: Dimension 20 (Web Series), Fantasy High
16 Aug 2025
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In which Kipperlilly CopperKettle covets what she can’t have and the longer she does it, the angrier she gets. Riz Gukgak, meanwhile, is just trying to take a nap between passing periods. AKA: Kipperlilly was secretly attracted to Riz and is completely fucking insane about it during Junior Year.
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16 Aug 2025
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Summer: blistering pavement, spontaneous thunderstorms, warm nights filled with sirens that wail and whine until dawn. Summer: despair, withered optimism; (silk sheets, sibilant whispers, ice baths, terror);
There's a lot to hate about the city during the summer months.
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11 Aug 2025
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how often fish poop makes its way into Achilles' search history, followed by fish not pooping help.
You're overfeeding, Google informs him. Only feed your betta as much as he can eat in a few minutes. And, more troublingly: Decaying excess food can lead to ammonia poisoning.
Poisoning! Achilles mentally apologises to the fish, which does not hear him or care.--
(the one where achilles gets a divorce and then a pet fish, in that order.)
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08 Aug 2025