SaltVampire_On_AMoonbeam
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Please do not perceive me by SaltVampire_On_AMoonbeam
Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005)
12 Mar 2026
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The Boiling Rock: An inescapable hellhole situated inside the mouth of a volcano. No soul has ever escaped, and no soul ever will. . . Hold on. . .
Zuko is tired. He's used to it but it still sucks. The rescue went better than he'd ever dared to hope, if he came out the other side with a little more trauma— well it was the least he could do. He did rather wish they hadn't been forced to steal such a massive ship though. . . It simply was not designed to be maintained by one person, but what can you do? Not ask Chit Sang that's for sure.
Ah well, at least he doesn't have to worry about anything else in the moment, right?
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For two hundred years Oakhurst has sat empty, decaying, left to rot. It calls a sirens song. Fourteen people answer, coming together, determined to rebuild the town, to start lives anew. Things are alright in the beginning, they always are, but the curse of Oakhurst is strong. Never has a settlement been allowed to persist, will this small band of outcasts make it out? Can Avid escape his predetermined fate?
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Grief stricken after the loss of his dearest friend and partner Elle, Avid sets off to Oakhurst in search of answers. There he meets thirteen others, isn’t Oakhurst supposed to be abandoned? Things are good for a time, until they’re not. Paranoia descends as a murder is discovered, Avid’s mental health already in a steady decline, plummets. Vampires circle, houses are barred. Invitations revoked. His wound festers, will they make it out alive? Or will the ill fated townspeople once again succumb to the curse.
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In the Presence of Peace by SaltVampire_On_AMoonbeam
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
10 Feb 2026
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A short oneshot where Crowley gets some much needed rest and Aziraphale learns to style hair.
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"Oh no," said Crowley, "it's really alright, see, I'll just..." He hesitated, glancing at the perplexed Angel, "it's s'alright," he repeated, more to himself than to Aziraphale. Then gathering all of his courage he swung his legs over the arm rest of Aziraphale's Victorian couch, sweeping his sunglasses off in one smooth motion and— a little hesitantly— laid his head in the Angel’s lap.
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Three days after the end of the world, all Aziraphale wants to do is read and relax. Crowley has similar opinions but a different idea as to how to execute things.