zenikkuma
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"man it’s not every day you have a dream about being ed having to pull (human) al away from trying to save others when ur surrounded by fires and police brutality and death . and then hauling him off to some kind of safe house and sobbing and telling him how much you love him and that they have to focus on saving themselves right now even though al wants to save everyone he can and it’s breaking his heart that he can’t. even though you’re convinced that neither of you are going to make it out alive.
strange dream"
basically a hurt/comfort fic about ed having to drag al away from ppl being murdered bc his codependency tells him to sacrifice his life just to save anybody
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a bunch of random zadr stuff with <1000 words that ive written that have either gone no where or just never continued. short summaries will be in the notes of each chapter, along with the word count and warnings (if there are any). enjoy this garbage my fellow gremlins
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zim and dib do some stargazing and reflect on their relationship and, spoiler alert, its pretty fucking gay
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"Edward felt his heart skip a beat along with his cheeks and tips of his ears burning. He jerked the back of his left hand to the right side of his face and sure enough, it was warm. Was he getting… flustered because of Ling?"
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“‘You know, Ed, there’s been something I’ve been meaning to ask you.” Ling confessed in a low tone, his voice being soft as a light autumn breeze. Everything was still in that moment. Ling’s eyes looked down at his hand on Edward’s chest while Edward watched over him. Edward’s heart felt as if it were about to beat out of his chest as Ling came closer.”
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This fic is basically an edling one shot that I wanted to post. It takes place after the promise day and they’ve been in a relationship for a while.
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Two Sides of the Same Coin by Catw00man
Fandoms: Fullmetal Alchemist, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga
04 Jul 2013
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From the time Ling first became a homunculus he’s assumed he was a passenger in his own body. Now he learns just how far from the truth that is.
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24 Jan 2026
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oh greedling i love
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22 Jan 2026
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the human spamtenna comic is actually good. woah
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Spamton makes a call, it goes better than he expects.
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21 Jan 2026
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THE WORD ART SPAMTENNA FIC LMFAOOO
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"Tens, Tenna, I'm– I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, you know I didn't, I just-" He was dying. His soul was slamming against his ribs, thudding loud in his ears, and it was the only indication that he wasn't dead already. He needed this. Needed it more than he needed air in his lungs. He was dying and this was the only thing that could stop it, the only thing that would rip out the tumor-like dread crawling up through him like a blight. He needed Tenna to reach inside him and rip out the writhing, undulating mass inside him and kill it for good.
Instead of saying any of this, he whispered a ragged "please," and hoped—God, Angel, whatever was listening, he hoped—that the tone of his voice would convey everything his words couldn't.
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Spamton copes through pain and sex, and not always separately.
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- Part 2 of Spamtenna erotica
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Tenna’s patience was a thin wire—tense, humming, and ready to snap—and almost no one in the studio was foolish enough to tug at it. The smallest mistake on a bad day could send the CRT into a storm of static and rage, targeting any unfortunate soul who happened to be standing in his line of fire.
Spamton, however, played that fragile string like a seasoned musician plucking the final notes from a dying instrument. To him, Tenna was less a boss and more a toy—one that barked, blustered, and ultimately bent to his whims. In Spamton’s mind, the towering television was nothing but a glorified lapdog to him and him alone. After all, what harm could there really be in taunting a man all bark and no bite? Each jab, each smirk, made Spamton feel untouchable—invincible, even.
(Spoiler: They fuck.)
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30 Dec 2025
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REAALLY GOOD TOP TENNA