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Maxwell wouldn’t call himself “repressed”, he was simply a gentleman who knew very well the laws of hospitality and public decency when sharing a skyship with a group of pretty much strangers. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t touched himself since before landing on the Macloud farm, he definitely wasn’t feeling the kneading punches of sexual frustration every night, and no way in Gotch’s blue skies was the sexy metal rebel that bled strength and stoicism making it so much harder, absolutely not.
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"She's like a little doll," the woman cooed. She moved closer and stroked a lock of Adaine's hair. Adaine bore it patiently, though her fingers were twitching. "Oh, what a sweetheart. I love my darling boy, of course, but it would be so lovely to have a little girl to dress up."
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Adaine is invited to a playdate at Seacaster Manor. Fabian isn't.
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an ocean drowning in itself by cryptidstealingyourcreditcard
Fandoms: Dimension 20 (Web Series)
09 Sep 2025
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while keeping watch on the roof of the hangvan (in boat form) during her sophomore year spring break, adaine has an existential crisis. gorgug and kristen notice at some point and help her out
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Dies badly god I love them
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...we ARE lesbians
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this presence of mind, perspective can lend by boneandmarrow
Fandoms: Dimension 20 (Web Series)
06 Feb 2023
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The gashes in his stomach have healed to the point of a soft remaining redness. There’s a thinning scab, the skin ridged where it’s gone and stitched itself back together, though not much pain anymore. Not unless deep pressure is applied.
Think it’ll scar? Norman asks.
Life, afterwards.
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Red has always been your color. Not your favorite color, no, but your color.
So you stay red. You stay with what you know, following routine each day, sinking into simplicity, into stillness, into a life you can expect.
Until you find black.
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why would you do this to me
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A few minutes later, Aelwyn’s ears pricked as a familiar door opened downstairs, far below the tower where she rested. Tired, heavy feet slouched up the circling stairs, no doubt weighed under a mountain’s worth of books crammed into a backpack, a never-ending jacket or clutched between white-knuckled fingers. Aelwyn knew better than to open the door and be helpful. Not that she had any earnest desire to act as a butler.
Eventually, the doorknob rattled, a sigil on the back of the door hummed in a familiar response, and Adaine stepped through.
Aelwyn tutted gently, watching Adaine close the door with the back of her foot. “My, my, my. What time do you call this?”
After a long day of research, Adaine arrives at Mordred Manor exhausted. Aelwyn comforts her the best she can.
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Bad Kids-central fics. All set post-Fantasy High: Junior Year. The main series will be for each individual pairing, although this also includes my Fifty Ways fics and any group ones. Updates whenever I can!
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Riz looks down at his hands. His left clutches his crystal tightly. His right hovers a few inches over the screen, fingers outstretched as if to type. But they won’t move. His fingers won’t move.
“Baron,” Riz hisses. “You can’t do this to me.”
Baron turns around and crawls back into Riz’s briefcase, slowly disappearing until nothing but his head remains.
“Can’t I?” he asks with a final smile.
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or: In a moment of insecurity, Baron is able to weasel his way back into Riz's head, then his body. Possessed by Baron and convinced of his lies, Riz begins to pull away from the other Bad Kids.
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Maxwell is barely fourteen years old when he tucks himself far into the corner of the drawing room closet as he sits shoulder to shoulder with his older brother Wealwell, hissing softly as a sharp pain continues to bloom over his cheek.
He can hear Hatwell giving up on his attempt to show them more ‘brotherly bonding’ as his Father likes to call it, Maxwell knows however that his turd of an older brother wouldn’t have the guts to do any of this if Samwell wasn’t currently off at University.
What an ass.
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During one of his fits of bloodlust, Maxwell falls from the Zephyr's rigging and gives himself a nasty concussion. When he comes to, some truths come to light that he otherwise wouldn't have revealed...
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i didn't plan it, but it's finally something to feel by massivdisaster
Fandoms: Dimension 20 (Web Series), Dimension 20: A Starstruck Odyssey
12 Sep 2025
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“You looking for me?” Skip asks, blinking one eye at a time. Norman’s lip curls a bit.
“Heard you wanted advice,” Norman says stiffly. “Some mission something. New host or whatever.”
“I do,” Skip says. He leans, a little unsteady on the feet of this guy, and throws their arms around Norman pointedly to guide him to the escape pod that’s supposedly serving as his room. “Man, am I glad you’re here.”
He’s taller than Norman. That’s another thing he decides to focus on, instead of the cologne that he’s been missing for a few weeks drifting over his face.
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or: Skip and Norman are the worst, and I mean the WORST, communicators in the galaxy. Also, slug sex is absolutely a loose tooth, and it just might fix everything. It...might just take a while for the fixes to happen.
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Maxwell isn't entirely sure what he's got wrong, this time. He was in the middle of reprimanding the crew for something he thought was perfectly reasonable when he had been interrupted. Now Marya was snapping at him about his tone. Again. If he was being honest, he was a little tired of it.
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cold blows the wind by Dansnotavampire for Otterlyobsessed (Recycleflowers)
Fandoms: Dimension 20 (Web Series)
12 Sep 2025
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The children of Zern do not dream. They are not made capable of it, they do not need it, if they are left bereft of hearts they merely stand silent and sentinel until such an organ-machine is replaced. Torse is no different - he does not dream. Not technically.
The children of Zern can move a little without their hearts, for merely a few moments after the removal. Torse had told this to the crew of the Zephyr, upon meeting them.
He had not told them other things; due to some unknown cruelty, even disanimate, the children of Zern can hear. They can feel. They retain some distant awareness of light and dark, though not true sight. Forever doomed to be on the outside of a moving world, to know exactly what they are missing. Torse can distantly hear the crew of the Zephyr partying, drinking, without him. Ignore that he cannot drink - ignore that he fears what his iron heart would have him do - ignore that were he there, he would likely leave, too much noise and too many social rules to follow. Allow him some slight misery. Currently he has little else.
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Torse isn't dead. Maxwell knows this, knows that a new heart will be fine, will make him hale and whole and well again - mostly well, at any rate. Knows that he is in the state they found him, and this time he is not alone, and not abandoned, and knows they have a heart that will work, at least temporarily.
Despite that knowledge, all he feels now is grief.
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Gone, and Sometimes Forgotten by theartful_hobbiest
Fandoms: Dimension 20 (Web Series), Cloudward Ho!
11 Sep 2025
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The Wind-Riders disappeared in 1382. The tale of their time in Zood is riveting and wild, but back home their loved ones wait. They wait until they can wait no longer, until they are forced to assume the worst.
OR: Six chapters about how the Wind-Riders' loved ones grieve their absence and make peace with loss.
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Oh I can already tell this is gonna be the good heart hurt
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People would call her the Professor’s Guard Dog. A moniker Van took with pride, a moniker that sparked something bizarre in her chest. A fluttering joy, a spreading warmth. Comfrey’s mutt. That’s who she was. When out on voyages by sea to gather the materials necessary for this project Van made sure to shield the professor. Sure, she’s younger than the professor, but she’s been battle hardened since the day she was born. That was the way of the Chapman’s. For this Comfrey made sure she was fed and kept warm at night.
When Comfrey barked an order, Van obeyed, no question about it.
OR: The foundation of the Zephyr is filled with messy entanglements, all stemming back to those sleepless nights Van spent with Comfrey.
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Visiting Aguefort on an ordinary Friday afternoon, Sandra Lynn crosses paths with an old flame. What happens next is entirely her own fault.
(It is. She's a grown-ass woman who ought to know better, but apparently she's still the same impulsive slut she was when she was seventeen.
"Would you say that to Fig?" Jawbone asks, and Sandra Lynn begins to fall apart.)
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Maxwell sits outside the brig, clad just in his shirtsleeves and trousers, looking through the small barred window at Torse. Even in confinement, even in rage, he is magnificent to behold, all broad iron plates and pointed spines, the red glow of his iron heart casting each joint in sharp relief. Beautiful. Maxwell would never say that out loud, but he was, at this point, brave enough to think it to himself. Even the events of yesterday, that had led to Torse's newfound sleeping chambers being the brig, would not change his mind. Knuckle knives, fully bared, flying towards his face. Torse's glowing red gaze directed full force at him, battle-fire enraging him. Max had ducked, and dodged, and his heart had leapt into his throat. Torse's knuckle knives had sunk into the deck of the Zephyr instead of Maxwell's skull, leaving a hole six inches deep in the hard wood.
A beat of silence had hung in the air. Two. Three. Maxwell's pulse raced, the heat of battle and the chill of fear warring within his chest. Were it not for his reflexes, Torse - with his iron heart and his glowing red gaze - would have killed Maxwell where he stood.
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Timothy wants to apologise, but Pib barely even died this time.
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