Cruelhand
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The house is dark and quiet when the next notification comes. His phone lights up in his pocket, the weight of it a reminder he shouldn’t know every time Lightning McQueen broadcasts something, his heart shouldn’t leap at the knowledge, he shouldn’t check to see whatever inane fucking thing he’s said, but. Doc is wired to react where Lightning is concerned. To go off like gun shots after a trip wire. To drool, pavlovian, every goddamned time.
Like he said: shit at quitting time. Great at ignoring last call. So without even meaning to he fishes his phone out again, and opens the tweet.
I always wanted to fuck him it says. And there, underneath, is a black and white photo of the Fabulous Hudson Hornet.
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20 Nov 2025
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“Are you asking me about the first time I ever touched a man?” he asks, narrowing his eyes at Lightning, whose already-red cheeks deepen another shade.
“I mean. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want,” he offers, cocking his head.
But crazy enough, Doc does want to. He feels like they’re hurtling down some wild and overgrown path together in the night, and they might tumble into a ravine, they might find each other in the dark. He’s not sure, and that means he has to keep giving until he sees the out to its end.
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20 Nov 2025
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Michael's looking for a fight. And if he's not careful, KARR just might give him what he's after.
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- Part 2 of Sleeping With Machines
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01 Aug 2025
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Ratio’s gaze, sharp and burning bright crimson, takes in his new appearance, dragging agonizingly slowly from head to toe. Sunday squirms, warring with the innate urge to adjust himself, to pull everything into place and smooth every wrinkle. “Mr. Sunday,” he says mildly, meeting his eyes with a slow blink. “It appears these months have been kind to you, after all.”
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Dr. Ratio visits the Astral Express. Sunday suffers.
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09 May 2025
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behind this voice of self-hatred is the voice of my enemy and yours by raytastic
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
09 Dec 2024
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Sunday doesn't like the way his clothes stick to the distortion's skin, or the way his halo hangs above its head. He has abandoned all that made him Sunday Oak, yet they can't seem to abandon him in return.
This is how sins work, he supposes. They follow you. They speak to you, their hands grab at you. He just didn't think they'd be this warm.
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15 Dec 2024