soupdrinker
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There is no righteousness. There is no divine intervention. There is no salvation.
Waking up isn't a challenge from God. Waking up is a testament to Will Graham's ability to punish himself.
In short, bodies will break and God will laugh.
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I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
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Jay Merrick considers Love, God, and what it means to be Alive.
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O expectations, stale and dismal airs, leave this body of mine! by aptlydapper
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
09 Nov 2020
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Apparently, Chuuya has a signature(s).
Apparently, removing that signature(s) renders Chuuya basically unrecognizable.
Apparently, this works on everyone.
Chuuya would have liked to know this before getting accidentally recruited.
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05 Jun 2026
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>>>Miscellaneous archived files found.
>>>Open files?
>>>[YES] [NO]
>>>[YES]
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Eat yourself whole or be eaten. Daniil Dankovsky has developed some nasty habits after sustaining an injury during the height of plague-wrought instability within the Town. The helm of his hedonism and “healing” is reached during a scheduled check-up with his colleague.
Who can stick his hands between the jaws the Bachelor finds himself crushed between? How badly does it hurt? Do the hands or the puppet hurt more? -
a man, stood upright for burial by aptlydapper for Poetiicdissonance
Fandoms: Мор. Утопия | Pathologic
22 May 2026
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“I will find a way to defeat death,” he says aloud, to his sole audience of the rat by the gutter. It pays him no mind but for the minute twitch of its ears.
Below and behind him, stretched out on cobblestone from moonlight, the shadows continue to dance.
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22 May 2026
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“Burakh remembers the first time they had slept together (not like that, not yet); how they had tried to fit both of their selves side by side on Dankovsky’s single bed — how they had managed, somehow. He remembers the electric feeling of skin against his; how Daniil’s legs entwined with his like oaken roots, how the hairs on his arm brushed against him like hyphae. It’s that, then, now, for now; it’s something entirely different. They kiss now like carrion birds.”
An invitation of Dankovsky’s to a gala celebrating the triumphs of modern medicine (and his new work recalling the common fight against the pest) makes its way to Town-on-Gorkhon. Him and Burakh quite missed each other.
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16 Dec 2025