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Mystery Work
Part of 9/11/2025
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
Bookmarked by lucistelle
15 Oct 2025
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Cupid's axe by Bornfromchaos
Fandoms: State SMP, Ish civilization similation 2.5, Minecraft (Video Game)
22 Aug 2025
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“You're much more agreeable when you're drunk,” Schpood notes, resting his head on his hand, smirking.
“Am I?” Spyder drawls, reaching for his drink.
“Mm, and less guarded, it's nice,”
And maybe Spyder drank too much, because to his horror, Schpood is right. He's smiling lightly and laughs at his stupid dad jokes. It's embarrassing to realize. His face flushes, but this time not from the alcohol he drank.
Or, Schpood is being extra gay and Spyder is in denial, (he also gets hurt and Schpood loses his mind and then kisses him)
Bookmarked by lucistelle
12 Sep 2025
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The Sheriff has had enough of all the teasing and insults. He puts his foot down, and what he gets is laughter in his face. On the Greatbridge, swords are drawn, and the Sheriff falls into the water below.
In Tumble Town, a very confused Codfather wakes up. He’s really not cut out for the dry, cowboy lifestyle of the desert mesa, and it shows.
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- Part 1 of My God, You're Divine
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Bookmarked by lucistelle
25 Aug 2025
Bookmarker's Notes
such a good interpretation of how empires and also the life series and hermitcraft would be like if they were real , its all so realistic i love the worldbuilding and the lore , the ocs , religions , species , and culture ..... ughh /pos ..
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ship-to-ship combat by pomeloquat
Fandoms: Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types
03 Jan 2024
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"Clark. What the hell is this," Lois asks, staring at Clark's Bruceman WIP folder. Clark's first instinct is to fly away, but that would still leave his fic on display for her to see. His second instinct is to blast a hole straight through his laptop screen with his heat vision, which isn't much better.
Clark, in an attempt to make some spare cash, unintentionally stumbles into the world of superhero fanfiction, becomes a prolific writer for Gotham's OTP, and tries his best to fend off rival fans who want him to convert to superbat instead.- Language:
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Bookmarked by lucistelle
19 Aug 2025
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Tenna could hear the kitchen. The clatter of plates. The deep rumble of Asgore’s voice, rising—then flattening into something hoarse. Toriel’s sharper. Less like a yell, more like a scab picked sore too many times. Kris would wander in, shoulders stiff, and press their cheek to the static. Sometimes, if the TV was warm from recent use, the glass would fog. They’d breathe slow. Not watching anything. Just being close.
He’d glow soft blue beneath them. He always kept his volume low. Just enough to give them something steady. He thought of himself, in those times, as a nightlight. Something for a scared kid to feel near when they didn’t want to cry.
And then, sometimes, Kris would draw.
Little stick figures with marker right on the screen. Green for themselves. Brown for Noelle. Big loopy lines for antlers. Red for Dess. a big triangle with gashing spikes . Toriel would scold them gently when she caught them, but she never got angry. She’d say, “Markers are for paper,” and Kris would shrug and say “Okay,” and do it again next week.
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ode to the cathode
Bookmarked by lucistelle
04 Jul 2025