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    The world unfurls in front of him, everything all at once trying to cram itself into a container not made to hold that much. His head spins as everything unfolds, expands out into infinity and collapses back in on itself before his eyes, information flashing too fast for him to grasp anything meaningful. It's too loud, it's too much. His hands shake.

    Aka my take on D3rlord's mindbreak at the hands of the king. This is heavily inspired by the first chapter of Inverted Colours by beesinabasket and Like Shards of Glass by Anony_Mousie. This can be read as either platonic or romantic, it was written with romantic intent but unless I write more it really is reader's choice. It's intentionally confusing and disorienting, and it's meant to be set in the world of minecraft itself, as if d3r is an inhabitant rather than a player, although it's a bit hand-wavy (and self aware) about it lmao

    Alt title is 'drag path' to be quite honest but I named the fic before I found the song. You know how it is

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    04 Jan 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 62

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    Little Lord, The King seemed to coo, look.

    Dorian turned, and promptly dropped the stocking.

    The King had made Himself corporeal, standing hunched over in the cramped space of Dorian's apartment. His face, null as ever, held the whisper of a teasing grin. Dangling from a hand held high was the tangle of fake, glittering mistletoe.

    Oh, would you look at that? A yellow-cloaked head tilted in faux surprise. It seems We are under the mistletoe. Oops.

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    the king in yellow spends His first christmas with His favourite mortal

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    01 Jan 2026

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    au in which a banished for good zuko ends up being hired by the beifongs to watch over their daughter- or, zuko and toph never took that field trip in canon so now she gets to hog him for three whole years.

    (this is not an abandoned work. PLEASE stop asking me that already.)

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    17 Dec 2019

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    “You-” Ygraine said, stepping up to point a finger in Uther’s face. “You are a liar and a murderer. The fact you think someone as sweet and caring as Vivienne is destined to marry you is a tragedy in itself, but if you expect me to hand over my brother’s rightful claim to Camelot’s throne-”

    My claim to Camelot’s throne,” Uther threw back, face growing more red as Arthur looked between his parents in utter bewilderment. Merlin didn’t blame him. He had envisioned Uther and Ygraine’s love story to be more… well, less based in war and battles.

    Ygraine’s eyes narrowed as she grabbed a goblet of wine and threw it in Uther’s face. A few of the guards shifted, but Uther only raised a hand to pause them, spitting out the wine with furious eyes.

    “You,” Ygraine said coldly. “Are unworthy to sit upon a stool, let alone a throne.”

    From a few feet away, Balinor scoffed as he sipped from his own goblet. “I kind of like having her as a hostage, Uther. She livens up the place.”

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    In a desperate attempt to save Arthur at Camlann, Merlin tries to reverse time. It works perhaps a tad too well.

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    06 Oct 2025

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    “What is your endgame here, young man?”
    Peter shrugs. “Slumber party.”
    “Do your parents know you’re here?”
    Peter grins and slouches in his seat. “Definitely.”
    “What makes you think Mr. Stark wants to see you?”
    The words make him feel suddenly hollow, when he had been doing such a good job at pretending none of this really matters. He can feel his grin waver but strains to keep it in place. “He wants to see me. He is— He wants to see me. He knows me.”
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    Or: Fourteen-year-old Peter took the gamble and traveled from his hometown Malibu to New York city for a ‘slumber party’ that, if it were up to him, will extend to approximately twenty thousand nights. He hasn’t seen Tony in five years, and going back home is not an option. But everything will be all right. Why wouldn’t it be?

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    21 Jul 2025