slashe_dance
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One thing the crew of the Aurora knows to not bring up about Jonny is that he is one clingy motherfucker.
Inspired by a piece by Wreegis
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Red Clay (We Don't Have To Do This The Hard Way) by slashe_dance
Fandoms: The Mechanisms (Band)
21 Apr 2026
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" Carmilla was leaving the small, middle-of-nowhere planet.
She hadn’t wanted to stay for long; the sand and heat were killing her, as much as they could. But then, she met that boy— well, she found him. Covered in blood next to a corpse stinking of rot and booze, like everything else on that planet. "Various scenes of Jonny's early life on the Aurora.
I feel Emotions towards little Jonny,,, squishes him.
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Give Me Something Pretty To Wear Beneath My Bloodstained Clothes by slashe_dance
Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast), Original Work
28 Feb 2026
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"Della never would have killed a person. She detests violence and the fact that humans murder other humans horrified her.
She never would have wanted this.
Coming-to in a dark alley, hunched over a body, blood soaking her chin and hands, meat stuck in her teeth."A desperate woman, targeted by things so far beyond her, becomes something horrible against her will.
A violent creature, once could have called themself human, rebels against the God that ruled her life.
Fighting and accepting nature, even the most violent of natures.
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Destroy My Shape By Changing It by slashe_dance
Fandoms: The Spirit Bares Its Teeth - Andrew Joseph White
26 Jan 2026
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Tsbit but Daphne's perspective.
Title translated from Ovid’s Metamorphoses (fixed as of 1/10/25)
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Weirder People Have Come To Camp by slashe_dance
Fandoms: The Mechanisms (Band), Camp Here & There (Podcast)
27 Dec 2025
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' “Can’t say I’m known for not sticking my nose in other people’s business. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t very curious about how you managed to be mechanized.” He points his sharp gaze towards Sydney.
“What?” The nurses ask in unison.
Jonny gives them a look like it’s obvious, he crosses his arms, “Your heart. It’s like mine. Brass, clockwork, and immortal. I can practically hear it.” '