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As tsakarem Ao’nung has no time for a mate! He ignores his parents desperate attempts at trying to set him up with potential mates, they are worthless! He spends his time memorizing important ceremonies and listening to Eywa and that is all he needs. Ao’nung is sure of this.
That's until the most delicious smelling alpha comes on their shore, and his foolish father accepts their plea for help. But even after this he prevails, because only alphas in ruts can identify mates, and Neteyam injured and stunted has shown no signs of presenting. Win/Win.
Except.
"Late into the night Lo’ak had stumbled in their marui smelling of a particularly vicious rut, he had been ecstatic, visibly containing himself as he shouted the wonderful news.
Neteyam had presented."
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27 Dec 2025
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Years after mutations ended the world as he knew it, Grimmjow now lives a simple, if lonely, life in the forest. It's mostly quiet, with only the occasional mutant zombie to keep things exciting. It's how he prefers it, really, but Grimmjow isn't alone in the woods, and eventually his past comes knocking. Art in Chapter 2!
Grimmjow doesn’t sleep that night; he stays awake until the dawn’s rays creep through the leaves.
He’s cautious after that. Dozing lightly during the night, prone to waking up at the slightest possibility of movement outside. His supply runs are few and far between, and largely uneventful, but the paranoia eats at him when he does, filled with an ever-pervading sense of being watched.
It fades eventually, as days pass with nothing of note happening. It takes two weeks for Grimmjow to realize that he hasn’t had a single mutated near his house since the incident, something that usually happens once or twice a week.
Something or someone is killing the infected near him.
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25 Dec 2025
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Aether’s heavy panting indicates an abnormality in his condition. However, his trembling has ceased — at the very least, he’s regained most of his physical strength. Something must be affecting him mentally, although Xiao’s quite sure a Regisvine has no abilities that could cause such an effect. Sniffing at the misty air, he gives another hard stare to the defeated plant’s limp form.
“Ha, Xiao,” the Traveler pants, his voice having rapidly adjusted to be an entire octave deeper. “The mist... I think it might be...” Pausing before he can finish his statement, the blond’s flush deepens, quickly looking away. “No, nothing.”
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or: sex pollen happens because plot, xiaoaether fuck.
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06 Dec 2025
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Wolf's childhood had been full of blood and steel and very little by way of stories, but even he knows the legend of mermaids. To partake of their flesh is to obtain immortality.
He learns quickly that the legends go far deeper than he ever could've imagined.
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18 Nov 2025
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I'll Be a Short-Circuited Biscuit by Cavalierious
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
23 Jul 2024
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Clearly, the beacon is glitching. Clearly, something in his brain has short-circuited, but Boothill cares not as he just chants, “Fuck, fuck,” over and over.
Argenti worships him. He always does this, fucking him sweetly as his hands roam. But this time he leans close again, his chin resting against Boothill’s shoulder. “What a delight,” he says, “for you to have lost yourself to the point of malfunction.”
Argenti rails Boothill so well that his brain short-circuits, and he gets to cuss.
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- Part 3 of Kissin' Bullets
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22 Oct 2025