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Gold recedes from darkness like a gossamer veil shred and dissolved into water.
Disorientation as the better part of fear, his heart in his throat as he becomes aware—Not of the pale rock antechamber and its walls of intricately carved maddening patterns that surround him—But of red eyes in the dark. Backlit for a single heartbeat, in the moment their eyes meet, by that same gold light. Before the light goes out in an instant.
Only the red remaining.
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Trapped in the folding halls of a pale labyrinth, two bearers of eternal curses must traverse these halls and solve their mysteries, or remain trapped for the eternity their curses promise.Bookmarked by DeliriousRaven
30 Jan 2026
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Enter the Chorus (The Story is the Scream) by thetickingclock
Fandoms: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir
15 Jan 2024
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“I still love you,” you say. I can feel your breaths, sharp, hot, hissing on my cheek. You taste of meat and not salt. I bite your cheek to make sure we’re both real, and you don’t even flinch. That’s devotion too. Not the kind John thinks he deserves. Something else. Mine.
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Alecto knows what kind of story she's in.
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13 Jan 2026
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“I’ll drink to that.” He raises his cup to the sky – to the rough location where, a few hours ago, the Death Star had exploded into glittering fragments in the heavens. “The monster’s dead. He’s rotting in hell and the galaxy’s a brighter place for it. Bottoms up, huh?”
He drinks to it. Luke says, steadily, “He was my father.”
Han snorts a laugh into his drink. It’s only as he raises his eyes, smirking, to Luke’s face and sees the look on it that his laughter dies away.
The look on Luke’s face is calm. Steady. Stony, almost. He says, slowly, “You’re not kidding.”
“No,” says Luke.
He thinks, I’m too drunk for this.
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13 Jan 2026
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She wants to begin, to claw into the past of who she used to be, the faces and masks and plain facts that outline every lie, every life Natasha Romanoff has led in her thirty years. Natalia, Nikki, Nina, Roman, Rushman, Runaway – a crown of titles, of histories, adorning her forehead like the symbol of a moon goddess, the twin horns of a crescent moon rising high and clean above her brow. She wants to rip into her own skin and dig until she finds flesh, finds truth, finds the core of what makes her her.
[OR, Natasha Romanoff before and after Civil War: the girl she was and the girl she became.]
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13 Jan 2026
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"Alhaitham," the creature before him purrs, reaching out with one hand and cupping the side of his face. Its finger brushes against Alhaitham’s bare ear, ticklish and sensitive without his headphones.
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13 Jan 2026