PrismaticRays
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Rami is a home stager, selling the illusion of perfection. His ex brother-in-law Dan is everything he's not supposed to want--too big, too hairy, too straight, too... Dan. But working together with one sweaty week to get Dan's house on the market proves to Rami that the best things in life can't be curated.
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03 Apr 2026
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very dang hot, top fav!
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Shadow Stalker, Sophia Hess, has been doxxed, publically unmasked. Armsmaster and Miss Militia must investigate to determine who has broken both the law, and the Unwritten Rules.
There current suspect, identified by Hess herself, is Taylor Hebert: a troubled young girl with a history of delinquincy.
In order to close this case quickly, Armsmaster makes a choice. This choice gives them twenty four hours in Master/Stranger interrogation to determine if, and how, Hebert was involved in the unmasking.
A criminal and investigative drama, as the two heroes find just how wide a web they have stumbled into.
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Bookmarked by PrismaticRays
01 Apr 2026
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this is an excellent fic, top fav
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Komm Susser Tod by santisimas for PrismaticRays
Fandoms: Searching For A World That Doesn't Exist - Wifies (Web Series)
30 Mar 2026
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It all returns to nothing, It just keeps tumbling down.
How do you grieve someone that wasn't yours in the first place?
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The moon asked the sun, “What do you know of love?”
“It burns,” said the sun. “It brightens. It is something you make and then give away.”
“Don’t listen to him,” said the clouds. “This big ball of gas doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
“Yes, I do,” said the sun. “Who but me makes the roses grow?”
“We do,” said the clouds. “Love nourishes, like the rain. We turn the hills green and fill the creeks so they will sing in their creekbeds.”
“Why do you ask?” said the sun.
“I think I might be in love,” said the moon. “I am trying to understand.”
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A trial of St. Amelia, blessed be her name; patron saint of absolute fuckups.
“The fear of the LORD tendeth to life: and he that hath it shall abide satisfied; he shall not be visited with evil.” - Proverbs 19:23
Amy is very afraid.
A bonus fic based on CardboardInferno’s prompt for the Give-a-Fic-a-Thon.