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92'-93' Seasonal Collections (Archived) by SleeplessPJs
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types
03 May 2025
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"You, you're, no-"
Played a fool by the gods, and played a fool by her heart, there'd be no way she could be hopeful. Ever.
"Sally, please, let me explain-"
The ringing in her ears drowned out all of Poseidon's desperate plea of, what, care? Hope that he could ever care for her? For her son? Sally would set him ablaze faster and hotter than her parent's petroleum-ignited death before ever letting this lying, manipulating, leech of a—
The barrage slowed and her heart rate dropped being replaced by the freezing pinpricks of sea foam rolling through her veins. Only concerned with the impact it would have on her tiny one as she hit the sand face first.
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The Trails and Tribulations of Sally Jackson's journey to motherhood
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⋆༺𓆩Set in the ancient time of King Deshret𓆪༻⋆
"If they knew,” Alhaitham murmured, resting his brow against Kaveh’s, “they would try to take it from us. Names carry power. And I will not let the world touch the parts of me that belong only to you.”
Deshretian times of Sumeru were fresh, full of lust, love, and knowledge. The goddess Nabu Malikata experienced them all. With his true name locked tightly behind his lips, he found the easiest way to be understood was to pour it out to another, wanting set of lips...
But now, it was hard to distinguish who's arms he would fall into.
The fox eared dancer, his personal priest guard... Or his husband, the king.
Or... Maybe it was best to just have all three?
Kaveh was a greedy man, after all.Bookmarked by SleeplessPJs
05 Mar 2026
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Put em all in a jar a shake em
Lemme just say that boy does the author know how to create an atmosphere, it feels like I’m actually a fly on the wall of that scene. -
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“I’ve designed many buildings in my career,” Kaveh begins, the attention of every single person in the crowd fixed on him. “Most of which have been extravagant pieces made to stand tall in our city and glitter.”
Kaveh glances down at what must be some notes on the podium, pausing before he looks back up, shining in the bright lights of the stage.
“But in recent years, I must admit that my focus has shifted.”
Alhaitham leans forward, watching, hoping for something he can't quite admit. Not when the truth is that he’s never known how to say that he is hungry without fear that people will see the truth that he is starving.
Or, a year after the events of the Interdarshan Championship, Alhaitham finally retires
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25 Feb 2026
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Read it if you know what’s good for you
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worth a thousand words by catboykitchen
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
13 Aug 2024
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“Ratio?” he asks, stepping a bit closer. “It’s me, Aventurine. Are you… do you want to go home?”
At the mention of his name, Ratio stills, a light startle in his step as he turns to face Aventurine. He drops his hands, lacing them back together in front of him. He looks dazed, normal intensity lost from his eyes as they open glassy and vacant. They flex wide with recognition, but he doesn’t say anything.
Ratio goes quiet, and Aventurine doesn't know what to do.
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“Math?” And a published academic journal, at that?
“Yes.” Ratio returns the book to his bag, carrying on, but Aventurine’s stuck on the fact that this is apparently what he does in his free time outside of composing music.
“…I thought you were a pianist.”
“I am a pianist.”
“But– math?” Even Aventurine doesn’t spend that much time thinking about math, and he spends twelve hours a day staring at financial models.
“Does it not occur to you that it's possible to have more than one interest?”
Aventurine lives the same week on repeat: eighty hours of his soul-sucking high finance job, then two nights of dancing off the stress to the beat of his favorite anonymous DJ. His move into a luxury apartment building brings him next door to Ratio, an esteemed classical composer with a love for piano. Eager to make a good impression, Aventurine keeps his clubbing habit under wraps — but he’s not the only one hiding secrets under strobe lights.
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05 Jan 2026
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Taking a nice long drag from my cig with this one... just go read it, it's like straight crack holy. I fully grasp why it's so well beloved, many a kudos to catboykitchen of the high golden ratio courts!
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In his early days as a slave, Aventurine was subjected to neuro-reprogramming that, when activated, makes him mindlessly obedient. Thankfully, the program was scrapped, and it’s been over a decade since he’s even seen someone who knows the key phrase – but Aventurine’s luck runs out while he’s crashing Ratio’s vacation.
Naturally, Ratio is not content to let some bottom feeding slaver make off with one of his few friends. Offering further assistance, however, leads to unforeseen consequences - because as Ratio begins researching Aventurine’s condition and searching for a way to free him from it, their feelings for one another begin to change. But Ratio is all too aware of the ethical issues of being involved with a patient, especially one who has given him so much power over their mind . . . and as for Aventurine, Ratio is the one person he can't risk losing.
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03 Jan 2026
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Waiting, waiting... gosh this is so good! The characterisations are so acurate, yet so fun ><. Even the side characters feel so real that the story would read as that much more empty without them