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Dirk Strider went out into the world with two goals: find something, and lose himself in the process.
And boy fuckin' howdy, did he ever. When you're dealing with the fae, it's not about the spirit, but the letter.
(Fae Jake/sex addict Dirk, and the mornings after. Five Things format fic.)
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- Part 2 of to black mambo (fae AU)
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23 Jan 2026
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Dirk Strider goes out into the world with two goals: find something, and lose himself in the process. It works well enough until a handsome boy with bottle green eyes follows the trail of missed connections and ticket stubs right to his heart and decides to help himself to everything Dirk was determined to throw away.
(Fae Jake/listless semi-sex addict Dirk, and a lot of self-indulgence.)
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- Part 1 of to black mambo (fae AU)
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22 Jan 2026
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You like what you do to Dirk Strider.
You’d like to preface the above statement by saying: you have absolutely no clue what it is. There’s something a little forbidding involved, some sensation telling you LOOK NO FURTHER when you think about it.
But you know you like what you do to Dirk Strider.
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03 Nov 2025
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In hindsight, you really shouldn’t have fucking given him that pie.
Well.
There’s a lot of shit this brother shouldn’t have done, but for sure that pie is up there.
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Tavros comes over. Epic raps are had, fiduspawn is played, pie is taken, and Gamzee suffers.
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02 Aug 2025
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After an unexpected discharge from the God-Weapon military, ex-lieutenant Malcolm Graves was left with nothing but a shotgun and harrowing memories (ones he couldn’t forget, even if he wanted to). What's the point of existing, if he can’t serve his purpose in battle?
The offer to teach at Durandal Academy started as a lifeline, something to prevent the loss of his sanity. Being a professor was fine at first, but as years blended into decades, it would take a miracle to reignite the passion for living that once surged through his veins.
Some miracles come in the form of a handsome, irritating man with a goofy yellow bowtie…
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24 Apr 2025