Borashore
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- Thunderbolts (Movie 2025) (4)
- IT - Stephen King (2)
- Five Nights at Freddy's (2)
- Haikyuu!! (2)
- Good Omens (TV) (2)
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The three teenagers sit huddled to the back of the interrogation room, each tucked under their own shock blankets in varying stages of comfort. Only Peter looks up at the door’s rusty groaning. His arm is in a sling.
“Hey, yous,” Ted steps through the threshold. “So, hey, when I said I could come pick you up for whatever, whenever, if you’d just dared to live a little, I didn’t mean at the ass crack of dawn on a goddamn Wednesday while I’m hungover, Petey.”
“What the fuck did you just say?” Officer Bailey interrupts.
“Oh, nothing, sir, all classy law-abiding topics of conversation here,” Ted says. “Hey, Petey, at least tell me you’re wasted off your ass and that this was all worth it.”
“I’m not,” Peter says, voice hoarse.
“Fucking useless.”
(Or: the one where Theodore Spankoffski shows up at the police station that night after the nightmare is over.)
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to count on (her) one hand by Borashore
Fandoms: The Amazing Digital Circus (Web Series)
18 Aug 2025
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What were the stages of grief again?
Denial, Jax remembers. He knows that one. It’s the first on the list, the one that clues people in that it’s developing grief in the first place. Not that he’s grieving. That was silly. And a straight up delusional take on his situation. He doesn’t grieve.
Cartoonish purple rabbits don’t grieve.
The dead can’t speak, the guilty don’t deserve to. Pomni has Thoughts™ and makes it Jax’s whole problem.
(Or: the one where she gives one last push.)
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The cold metal of the gun barrel presses harder into the spot between his eyes.
“Witnesses aren’t a luxury I can afford, O.X.E,” The Widow muses in fluent English, velvety as a cobra’s dance, strike imminent— she squeezes her thighs iron-tight around his windpipe, heels locked together, the hand clawed in his hair yanking it back, making sure it tilts far back enough for him to get a good, hard look at his executioner. She cocks her head. “So, why do you keep testing me?”
There’s a multitude of reasons for tracking down a target— suspicious activity, a reason for intervention, a tip-off, a shadow-op, a direct order— All of these are realistic players in this messed up game of chess; this deck of cards he’d been saddled with by his circumstances and all the powers that be, the people who insist he does good so much, he becomes it.
This particular assassin, however?
“Morbid curiosity,” Bob answers.
The gun fires.
Best to get it inside your head now, Mr. Reynolds. There’s nothing more disarming than a person you would die for.
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Yelena Belova stares up at the plaque– the Battle of New York Memorial, listing the names of those who first assembled in midtown Manhattan. All names she’d gotten familiar with those first few months after destroying the Red Room; those first months where her only focus had been free will, character agency, and the Widows, when it should've been– it should’ve been– family.
Natasha Romanoff’s name blends in unassumingly within the roster of men– the fifth out of six– as if determined to lay low undercover even in death.
Death. Natasha Romanoff was dead.
A week after half the universe's population returns, Yelena visits Trinity Church Cemetery. There, within the darkness, a light in the form of an equally broken man guides her way through the sorrow.
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A shadow moves through his blurry vision. It stops at the foot of his bed.
“Hi, Bob.” Yelena plops down on his comforter by his feet, afflicted. “So, quick question. How would you feel about sneaking out in the middle of the night to do things I cannot disclose but will go and do anyway, and also would you still like me if I was a worm?”
The stream of words slip in one ear and exit out the other, barely registering as he flutters his eyes, trying to keep up. He does, however, retain enough that his sleep-addled brain manages to provide one simple thought.
Oh. This is what having a best friend is like.
And then, out of nowhere, two other, more worrying simultaneous thoughts:
‘Why a worm of all things?’ and ‘I’m ruining this friendship immediately.’
Or: RIP Bob Reynolds, Studio Killers sang it better.
Recent series
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The KANGVCD Extended Universe by anonymouse_fiction, Borashore, BunBuntheTiredOne, comfy_quin, MelTDOWN07, miamibice, Notjustanecho, okiedokeTM (madelinescribbles), RoseGold_Carnations
Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
30 Jun 2025
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Stories in this series take place in the universe of "Koby's Awful No-Good Very Confusing Day" by okiedokeTM. Works in this series use KANGVCD canon, but are not part of the actual KANGVCD canon, since they're written by multiple authors. That said, they are all positively delightful!
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The knock came.
He knew who it was before he even looked.“Sooo... you alone?”
The smile twitched. The visitor's expression changed. It was slight, not a smile, not a frown, just a sharpness in the eyes, like something had shifted gears beneath his skin.
“Using my words against myself now? That's endearing.” The pale man simper.
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- Part 1 of —Night
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Bookmarked by Borashore
13 Jan 2026
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and there's sparkly-fizz in my nethers whenever he is around by BIGBADAUD99
Fandoms: No I'm not a Human (Video Game)
11 Jan 2026
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Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin—it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.
I didn’t open the door.
That’s the first thing people get wrong about me—I don’t rush. I listen. So when the knock came, thin and polite, like it had practiced in the mirror. I stayed where I was and leaned into the peephole.
The glass warped him.
Tall thing. Pale like milk left out too long. His shape didn’t sit right in the frame—too much shoulder, not enough certainty. Like he’d been poured into a man and forgot to level himself. Fortunately, I was pretty eager for a tall glass of milk.
OR: protagonist out freaks pale visitor
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Bookmarked by Borashore
11 Jan 2026
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by the watershed by passengerside
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
08 Jul 2024
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Katsuki is the number three Pro Hero who deals with citywide emergencies on the regular, but it’s this self-sacrificial reckless little asshole that constantly has him flirting with another heart attack. Cardiac rehab kicked his ass for two years, and it still never covered how to deal with Deku.
“Dynamight-san,” Izuku says slowly, "I uh, didn't call anyone in."
"Yeah. I noticed."
izuku fights a battle alone, and katsuki reacts accordingly
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Bookmarked by Borashore
10 Jan 2026
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''Nope. I don't look that way anymore.''
Ever wondered why?
Bookmarked by Borashore
09 Jan 2026
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Basically, "What if Protagonist gave up his humanity, then immediately realized he's a freak?"
Enjoy, you little freaks.
Bookmarked by Borashore
09 Jan 2026