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  1. Public Bookmark 43

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    “Ow, ow, ow, that hurts— that hurts, Thomas, OW, you’re a bitch, this hurts, you bitch, OW—“

    Tord already hurled the screwdriver much farther from Tom’s reach, but that doesn’t stop Tom from using his bare hands to pop the bullet out of Tord’s skin like it was a pimple. A phalanx-sized, metal pimple. With the legs of an ant. Colored red, because obviously, it was colored red.

    “Ow, ow, ow, ow—“

    It’s not working.

    “Of course it’s not working!” Tord manages to trap his wrists in one hold, forcing him down on his seat. “I told you, spilling all my truths is the only way to flush it out! Now keep listening to me wax poetic about you, I just remembered the mole on your taint.”

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    03 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 6

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    Tord’s social battery was shot. Maybe it was the last rip of a bong, or the dawning realisation that despite the crowded room and tipsy girls asking to hear what swear words sounded like in Norwegian, it felt lonely. Every smell of spilt booze, bump of another body or couple kissing in Tord’s way drove him dangerously close to puking or punting something.

    Actually, punching someone sounded like a fantastic idea. Where the hell was Tom?

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    A fanfic where Tord has internalised homophobia so bad it could kill a Victorian child.

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    20 Jun 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 39

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    “The indignity!” The words burst like a stone through still water, shattering the quiet in an instant.

    Neoptolemus’ voice carried the hot edge of outrage, and the man stepped forward with a disdain that seemed to ripple from every line of his frame. “To think of it, that I should trade words with men such as you, base as the dust beneath my feet!”

    “And what meaning lies in those words of yours?!” Orestes shot back without pause. His hands tightened into fists, his breath coming fast.

    The words were flung like spears, not thought through even for a mere moment. It was simply two men reacting before reason could catch them, the way a startled ox rears before recognising friend from foe.

    The echo of their voices rolled through, stark and utterly graceless against the mountain’s serene hush.

    Telemachus sighed.

     

    (or, when Telemachus is called upon to adjudicate the matter of Hermione's groom, he alongside Hermione, Neoptolemus and Orestes, find themselves back in time to the 9th year of the Trojan War, in the middle of Achilles and Agamemnon's argument)

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    10 May 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 13

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    After MK's sacrifice, Pigsy grapples with the near-loss of his son.

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    27 Apr 2026

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    Red Son desperately wanted to ignore it. He wanted to hike up his sleeves and tug on his collar and wait the sixty to eighty years it would take to get such humiliation off his skin. There was, however, a problem.

    His soulmate was an artist.

    (Soulmate au where what you draw on your body will appear on your partner. Canon compliant up to Season 3.)

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    02 Apr 2026