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  1. Rec 6

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    And Doom wants to scream at him—if Loki you claim to be, then be Loki. Hurry up, grow into it.

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    01 Jan 2026

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    recontextualization, elaboration. explaination and realization after repetition of elements

    excerpts mostly spoiler free (not in order):

    excerpt: relationship, history building. questions posed then answered later

    And if Loki knows him as Doom, and if Victor knows Loki as Loki, then why this insistence on distance, on performance? Why must he behave as though the old grammar between them has been stripped away and replaced with something frail and brittle? Does he not remember? And if he does not—would that be kinder, less acerbic, than the thought of being played with? Doom does not truly believe the boy possesses that cruelty, that rigor, and so forgetting remains the only explanation left to him. It is a foul one. It spoils in the mouth, a disappointment so thorough it aches. All of him is disappointing. Down to the healthy gleam of his hair and the lack of wrinkles around his not quite bright enough eyes.

    excerpt: "boredom is not the same as regret, and satisfaction does not vanish simply because it settles into something colder"

    He knows he would grow jaded one day, knows that he would remember thinner horns, hair longer and slicker, the way Loki once filled a room by merely standing in it, and that he will no longer be able to look for long at this frozen effigy without a flicker of vexation, of disappointment. But boredom is not the same as regret, and satisfaction does not vanish simply because it settles into something colder. The truth, the only truth that matters, is that it pains less to arrest Loki here, to halt the becoming before it can bloom into mockery and remembrance, than to allow him to choose restraint.

    excerpt: "before the shape of the past finishes knitting itself over the present"

    Victor does not follow it, cannot afford to. Not now. Now that he has proof beyond instinct and resentment, now that he has heard her in the boy’s voice, now that he has seen Loki’s blood ghosting beneath his skin, he must act before remembrance takes full hold, before the shape of the past finishes knitting itself over the present. It is Loki. Everything about him is Loki, and the closer Doom allows himself to look, the more the burning thing inside him ebbs, even as it remains awake, demanding to hurry up. Victor is the one who must hurry. Before a blink turns the boy into the figure crowned in gold, before he imagines dark paint smeared over thin lips, softened now, untainted, and hers still.

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    “You can hit me again, if you want, you know,” he mutters at last, and Victor comes to a halt beside him, struck briefly by the sheer inelegance of it. What a way to break a silence still ringing with steel and seiðr and the aftermath of violence, is it not? He does not crouch, does not reach, does not grant the boy even that concession; he only follows the motion with his gaze as Laufeyson draws yet another stone from the shore and flings it farther this time, harder, the pebble biting the lake’s skin and leaving crooked ripples in its wake before it sinks from sight. “Or drown me,” Loki adds, almost lightly, as though proposing a diversion, a lark. “Wouldn’t that be fun? I’ve always wanted you to try. Aegir’s halls couldn’t compete, I bet.”

    Starlight pools in the water and in Loki’s dark hair alike, the tall trees sway as the wind moves through them, carrying the taste of moondust and spiced wine beneath Doom’s mask, and all Victor can say, wisely, deliberately, is, “What?

    excerpt: "beautiful in the way something askew becomes arresting, in the way cramped handwriting or a water-stained photograph demands to be looked at twice." [...]

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    Doom found Loki beautiful when he was anything but. When others recoiled, when they named him, her, unsettling and grotesque, unworthy of such softness of language, Doom thought the word without hesitation and without deceit. So of course he finds Loki beautiful now, when he has at last become something the rest of the world might agree to call beautiful as well.

    ran out of space for excerpts and chosen are not enough to convey (additionally: deleted a bunch because apparently it's still over 5000 limit while 100 characters are left?)

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    21 Feb 2022

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  3. Public Bookmark 62

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    His eyes grow wide staring back at her, and she thinks he looks.... sad? No, not quite, but the lack of certainty unsettles her, so Maomao bites her tongue and holds in the rest of her grievances. She lets go of his face to grab at his bicep. When she hauls him up, Jinshi follows obediently, letting her discard him onto the couch.
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    Because I refuse to believe Jinshi's notorious stunt was his first time.

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    23 Mar 2026

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    If it takes all night I will be on your side
    hadalplumes (Akaivampire)
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    highlights:
    token!! tying in /w ch3 on fleeing. chains
    the panic in ch2 (pleeease AhDuo pftt)
    environment

  4. Public Bookmark 54

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    “What is that?” Jinshi asked her months ago, on one of his visits to the humble little hut in the pleasure district.

    “Woodland sorrel,” she answered immediately, before turning back to her medicine. “It grows everywhere this time of year.”

    “I’ve seen it around in the palace, yes,” Jinshi agreed, leaning with his elbows on the table to crane for a closer look. “Is it useful?”

    Or: After a chaotic few weeks, Maomao contemplates their pending journey west and the road ahead.

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    22 Mar 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 4

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    The Emperor lets Jinshi know the true purpose of the banquet at the Western capital. Jinshi immediately starts brainstorming ways to get what he wants.

    Spoilers for Light Novel 5

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    22 Mar 2026

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    little schemers, fun fun fun

    There's No End to the Lengths I'll Go To
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