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Нам впору дарить серебро by JulienRosemary
Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
16 Jul 2025
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Один уверен, что просто выгадывает время, прежде чем поставить свою фигуру на шахматную доску изменившегося за десятилетие мира.
Другой убежден, что способен удержать под контролем потенциальное оружие судного дня.
Оба остаются вместе, придумывая все новые и новые оправдания.
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27 Dec 2025
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Red Sun by Norremire
Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers Animated (2007)
24 Mar 2024
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"Fill my eyes with blur. Stare into the sun. Linger just enough. To blindness I succumb."
Blurr has a reoccurring dream, one he cannot seem to grasp the meaning of.
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21 Jun 2025
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Stripped Back by ValiantBarnes (Cimila) for DisneyPrincessesAndHeroinesOfPower
Fandoms: Transformers Animated (2007)
21 Mar 2025
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Shockwave doesn't ask any questions; doesn't seem to care at all for the information Blurr keeps tucked away inside his memory banks. His sadism would be entirely unbearable, if Blurr were alone. Thankfully, terribly, he has a cellmate.
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18 Jun 2025
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As a captive of the beast of deceit Pure Vanilla Cookie had expected his life to be very short, and yet, he had been given his own room, been allowed to cultivate his own thoughts and live among the rest of Shadow Milk Cookie's minions. He should have been gone from the moment he went along with Shadow Milk Cookie's designs, and yet, he lived. He lived and an odd stirring grew within him. A curiosity that grew every passing hour. A warmth that refused to go away whenever he saw that bastard's smile. He did not want to acknowledge it. Did not want to think of the possibility. He'd rather hide behind sweet lies.
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10 Jun 2025
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A final thought came to him.
Eventually... He would slip into his permanent drift.
Not sleep. Not death. Something slower. Quieter. A dream that never ends.
In it, perhaps, he could build the world he never had. A world untouched by betrayal, unburdened by power.
Or maybe… he’d dream of what came after. Where he no longer had to be good or wise or anything at all.
Perhaps he’d see them again there, Eternal Sugar, Mystic Flour, Burning Spice, Silent Salt; shadows of themselves, softer, kinder.
But maybe not.
It didn’t matter.
The dream would be his.
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Shadow Milk is torn between further corruption and redemption. But comfort is easy to fake. Paradise is easier to build when it’s built on lies. Maybe he’ll make his own.
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04 Jun 2025