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Often times, it's as simple as reaching his wick and putting him out.
When he's lit again, he'll mope, and stamp, but some simple shushing from Gregory will have him right on his way, back to the kitchen or whatever aimless patrol he had assigned himself to for the evening.
The real trouble arises when those simple tactics don't douse Chef's impending rampage.
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what's owed by mrmime
Fandoms: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom
27 May 2023
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Mostly, Link just hopes Penn can't hear them.
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You met when he was ██ hours, days, months, years old, and you were exactly as old as you always had been.
You took him away, and you never let him out of your arms.
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This saccharine shtick has to end.
How long can things go on like this? Perpetuating a lie based on something as shallow and temporary as a bag of skin and some dust? Based on assumptions long-since burned at the bridge, a thousand miles back in the opposite direction. Based on simple, stupid wants. Not needs. Based on hopes, and dreams, like he hasn't been fed full to bursting of those over the last dozen endless decades. The same endless decades, over and over ad nauseam.
And believe him, he's plenty sick of it.
"you still brooding over there, chief?"
Ugh.
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Calling it to you has an estimated ninety-percent chance of being an abject fucking mistake, so. You let it do its thing, whatever that is. And if it wants to pester you, it will.
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A few months after they get out of the circus, Jax ragebaits too close to the sun. Pomni picks him up from the hospital. Neither of them are happy about this.
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24 Apr 2026
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Maybe for the Better by puffypants
Fandoms: Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake (Cartoon 2023)
28 Jan 2026
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Written to follow directly after the season 2 finale.
Prismo has a bit of a crashout. Scarab is shit at comforting him. They fuck nasty.
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29 Jan 2026
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'Well?' Grell wants to demand, impatient. 'Are you the one that reaps the reapers?' But the only noise that comes from her ruined throat is a sickening gurgle, a fresh wave of blood dribbling from her lips.
The Undertaker looks at her like some sort of long-lost treasure.
“Finders, keepers,” he whispers.
Vaguely, she knows that those words should terrify her. But she doesn’t have enough blood left in her brain to register the feeling. Instead, as he tenderly picks her up with one arm around her back and the other under her knees, just before the pain of being moved makes everything go black, her only thought is how romantic it is, that she gets to die in someone’s arms this time.
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(Fifteen years after Sebastian wins Ciel’s soul, Undertaker finds Grell dying in a graveyard. She wakes in his bed with a ring around her finger.)
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24 Jan 2026
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Sal screamed so loudly that it hurt Travis’s ears and echoed in his head for several minutes after it had finished. The sound was unlike anything he’d ever heard on TV, unlike anything he’d ever made when his father beat him. It was visceral, primal. Filled with the most basic of instinct from any living thing: fear. A kind of it that was so deep, it lacerated Sal’s vocal cords as it tore through his stomach and out of his throat, loud enough to reach heaven, desperate enough to be a prayer.
It was the sound of death.
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Sal can't find his anxiety medication on the fourth of July. He subsequently proceeds to have one of the worst breakdowns he's ever had in Nockfell, directly in front of Travis Phelps.Bookmarked by mrmime
14 Sep 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
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17 Jun 2025