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what to show & what to conceal by bastaerd
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
01 Apr 2026
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“May I?”
He hears Vander’s breath catch a little. “Yeah."
Cradled in his hand are two clamps, though it takes Silco a moment to realize that that’s what they are. At first he mistakes them for something meant to be worn in long hair, only he’s never seen something like these clipping back flyaways. They’re a dull grey and their grasping arms are capped with a softer, shinier material of nearly the same color. A thin line of cord that has clearly seen some wear connects the two pieces to make one whole.
“Clamps,” Silco observes, his face carefully neutral even as the pieces start to fall into place.
“Had ‘em for a while. Don’t know why I never showed them to you.” -
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It’s then that Felicia realizes that Vander’s shirt is rucked up to his chest. Over it, actually, higher on one side than the other, as if he’d pulled it up just above one nipple. It’s a bizarre enough sight here in the middle of the bar that it stops Felicia momentarily in her tracks, not sure if concern is an appropriate response or if she can go back to being pissed off at him.
“E’ning, F’licia,” says Silco.
“Ouch,” Vander says a moment later.(Silco and Vander get stuck.)
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i really love the things that you do by bastaerd for Ghostmilky
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
18 Feb 2026
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Today Vander takes a short, hot shower, dresses, spends a cursory amount of time grooming his beard and scraping his hair back into a bun. He anticipates a slow day today, which suits him just fine. They’re doing alright where money is concerned, and the days where he had to agonize over decimals are long behind him. Now it only means he has time to think, time to breathe. Time to hum to himself while he puts the coffee on, the scent of a good dark roast slowly permeating the air as he studies the bouquet on the counter.
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A corner of black plastic peels back from the glass of the narrow basement window. The garbage bags Julian’s taped there are coming free now that there’s more moisture in the air. He presses it back into place with his thumb but not before taking a look outside. Human figures, about ten of them and no more than a dozen, stand out in the grass, faces tilted up to the sky, mouths hanging open.
“Aren’t you tired of it yet?” asks Garak from his cot. -
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“It could be worse, you know,” said Archie, who sat on a crate near the entry, his lapels buttoned shut and his chin hidden in his coat.
Horatio, currently bent over a pallet of tins to count, glanced briefly to his friend with a flat expression. “It will be, if we continue to run down our salt meats as we are,” he replied, and then returned to his counting.
“Well, even then."
“Even then, what?”
“There could be a bear.”