hivemindscape
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Welcome to Westworld. A meticulously crafted and artfully designed park offering an unparalleled vast world where you have freedom to become who you've always wanted to be, or who you never knew you were. Immerse yourself in the American Wild West, exist free of rules, laws and judgment. Our Hosts are here to happily facilitate your every whim. They are eager to meet you. Experience the first vacation destination where the only limit is your humanity.
Or, Technoblade is a merciless cowboy, and he meets a silver-tongued bandit equally ruthless. They strike up a friendship. Only problem- the guy's an android, bound by his narrative loop. Narratives end, and guests have to return to reality. Technoblade can't tell what's real anymore.
Or or, something that's been in my drafts for 3 years. I like how it's written, so here you go. Yee haw
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Gaius is nearing the end if his life's path. There has been, for the most part, little joy in it.
He would only like to see his nephew one more time.
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Excalibur is returned to Merlin, awash in sunlight, ready to save Camelot from vengeful tyranny. But the person holding it is more important to the warlock.
Missing scene from season 3 finale, kind of.
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Wilbur came back to life with wings, which were his birthright, taken away by a nasty accident when he was a teen. Tommy was the only one apart from Phil and Techno who knew, so he should have expected that one day Wilbur would ask for help with preening. Considering the unsteady ground splattered with bad blood between them, what could possibly not go wrong with that.
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Wilbur gets a tombstone. It's in the middle of nowhere, but at least it's accessible for those who care. And the view is nice.
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Arctic is deathly cold, the Anteverse is mercilessly scorching, and the rest of the world is indifferent.
Pre- and post-PRU drabbles, distorted puzzle pieces that may eventually come together to form a story about those who won the war, but not quite.
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Melshi finished blinking the sleep from his eyes and took a few seconds to reorient himself – evacuation, Yavin, Keef-slash-Cassian, med bay – and found Cassian sitting upright in the bed in a flimsy paper shirt that was far too reminiscent of the disposable uniforms that had comprised Melshi’s entire wardrobe for more time that he cared to recall. He had his legs folded under him and was bent forward over a datapad, one arm curled around his midsection suggesting how not comfortable the position was. A barely-touched rations tray sat neglected on the cart on the other side of the bed.
He had the sense that he could glean more about Cassian Andor from this quick picture than he’d ever truly learned about him in a month’s time in prison.
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16 Feb 2026
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Brasso was twenty then. Learning his way around his dad’s repair shop, running errands for his mother, and from that point forward, running meals over to Maarva’s house a couple times a month, when his mother and the rest of the Daughters started to intuit (accurately, he decided) that Maarva was beginning to find their fussing overbearing and suffocating.
She tolerated him at first, if only because he was someone new, and then he came back two days later with a couple of replacement coils for her heater and a better tool for cleaning out B2EMO’s treads and he seemed to move up greatly in her estimation, from polite tolerance to, “Come back soon, and I’ll show you how a linbok stew is meant to taste,” and if Brasso strategically chose to never relay that to his mother, well, she’d always said he had the best head on his shoulders of all his siblings.
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16 Feb 2026
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He looked haggard, beyond the toll of the receding adrenaline and grief sure to lodge firm, the sort of grief that could only come from the sort of love that would drive a hunted man to put himself in precisely the time and place every last predator expected him to be.
Rule number three – well. There’d be time for all that.
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13 Feb 2026
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When the last screw gave way and the sign finally fell with a clatter to the durasteel decking, it echoed around the nearly-empty hangar in the dead of local night. Bix glanced up sharply from where she was elbow-deep in an X-wing’s fried targeting array.
In the time it took to pry out the melted wiring, clamber down, wipe the grease off her hands, no one else had shown any interest in the thing lying there on the floor. So she wandered over, still feeling a little imbalanced in her footing, a little uncertain of her place in this newer, bigger hideaway, and grabbed the plastifoil off the ground and turned it over.
It took a minute, shifting the thing this way and that in the light and squinting at the fading lettering to make out the words:
Dantooine base est. with compliments of the Emperor & generous donation from Aldhani garrison.
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11 Feb 2026
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"And there it is. Back again. That nagging thought that he’s been gone for three weeks without so much as a comm call. Not from Cass, Luthen, or anyone else in the damn shop. The thought, sharp and unwelcome, pierced through Bix. What if he never came back?"
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A quiet night on Mina-Rau leaves Bix alone with her thoughts, and worries, about Cassian. And then an unexpected visitor arrives...Bookmarked by hivemindscape
09 Feb 2026