A Jar of Pencils and Paintbrushes
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This was it. Her chance, her moment. Melinoë had prepared herself for this. She brushed her thumb over Nemesis’ cheek, angled her head so she might brush her lips against the corner of Nemesis’ mouth.
“If I told you I wanted to kiss you, Nem, would you let me?”
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[Melinoë/Nemesis] Melinoë wants more. Nemesis thinks Melinoë deserves more. They meet in the middle. -
a name is a symphony by InsaneTrollLogic
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary (2026)
06 Apr 2026
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Rocky spends several years talking exclusively with an atonal human. This has some significant effects on his speech patterns.
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- Part 1 of Word People
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you may tell the german college that their honor comes too late by magpiesbones
Fandoms: とんがり帽子のアトリエ | Tongari Boushi no Atelier | Witch Hat Atelier (Manga)
29 Aug 2022
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The Knights’ cloaks are the color of an open wound against the walls of the atelier, their pennants like exposed bones. They look at him like Olruggio has committed a crime he cannot remember. Maybe he has.
They do not tell him who Qifrey is, even when he asks. They do not tell him much of anything.
Olruggio thinks he can figure it out from the empty space.
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They did not have to be friends. They did not even have to like one another. They only had to be partners, in the barest sense of the word, and survive a few weeks together in close quarters. That, Jack thought, was neither too much to ask for nor too much to give, though which of the two of them was doing the giving or the taking, he could not yet say.
Fort Pierre, South Dakota, 1905. In the aftermath of a life-saving amputation, Doctor Jack Abbot is given an ultimatum: take on an assistant or give up his clinic altogether. Jack is not eager to heed to in any way that counts. Then comes a stranger from Pennsylvania, passing through town on his long journey north to Head-Smashed-In Buffalo Jump.
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The light hits first, wide golden and endless. It’s disorienting.
Above him the sky feels enormous in its vastness. High clouds drift lazily within pale blue stretching in every direction.
And then the booming voice of Claudius Templesmith rings across the arena, like a deity speaking to its patrons. “Ladies and Gentlemen, the 63rd Hunger Games have begun!”
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- Part 1 of Isekais and Self-Inserts