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  1. Rec 2

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    “I got some moves, I guess. It worked to make people more at ease”.

    “What kind of moves?”

    They were looking directly at each other. Charles wasn’t sure when that happened. He also wasn’t sure where Edwin was getting at.

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    In which the boys are on a case but oh no! They end up trapped together in a small magical circle for several hours! What shall happen!

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    06 Jun 2026

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  2. Rec 64

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    “No one’s asked me for a story in quite some time," said Mr. Payne.

    “Well, tell me one, then,” said Charles, swinging his legs at the counter.

    “Very well,” said the old man. “How do you feel about mysteries?”

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    Edwin doesn’t die in 1916. Charles doesn’t die in 1989. They meet anyway, at the end of one life and the start of another.

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    18 May 2025

  3. Public Bookmark 55

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    Stories written for the JanuAUry event that could, if desired, be continued into multichaps!

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    29 Sep 2023

  4. Public Bookmark 12

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    Crowley had never seen him this rumpled, this forlorn… this…disheveled. No elegantly draped, pure-white togas. Nor singular golden pins. Like all those with him he wears the loose, unbelted tunic that exposed the bruises on his shoulders and chest. Another one, a contusion of red and purple, blossoms from his left cheek. He had schooled his expression into that of forced bravery, chained wrists brought together in what seemed like a meek stance of prayer. But Crowley is familiar of his angel’s eyes, and even in the distance he sees the glazed, terrified look in them.

    Crowley is a demon. He preys on fear, on discord, was the awful, all-consuming dread that chokes throats and renders the lungs useless.

    He’d never thought it’d choke him, instead.

     

    A.K.A. Crowley and Aziraphale deal with the Neronian persecutions in Rome, 64 AD.

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    29 Sep 2023

  5. Rec *

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    “Sizhui, tell me,” Wei Wuxian says. “Does this feel... familiar to you?”

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    After running into Lan Zhan on a night hunt, Wei Wuxian is cursed to live the same day over and over and over.

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    01 Feb 2023