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“I won't bury my people’s gods in an unmarked grave,” the words wintered Kurapika’s mouth, “or dub their tongue your language. So hear me when I say this, Lucifer: I will never forgive what you’ve done.”
Kuroro’s lungs seared, white-hot and celestial.
"Heard and heeded."
(or: kuroro's got a flower in his chest, a blooming tattoo on his skin, and an ache for a lover more tragic than he is.)
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"You know him?" Thanos asks as he tries to think of his own lyrics to go with the track that's still playing. "He produce for real, or is this a favor type thing?" Doesn't matter either way. Thanos has got a damn gift when it comes to getting people to do shit for him.
"That's the thing," Semi groans with a downright strange amount of frustration. "The guy's name is Namgyu, I'm pretty sure, and he's a composer. Like, the classical stuff at the beginning, that was his."
Thanos nods, even though he doesn't really get why she's saying this shit like she's reading him a prison sentence ending in the electric chair. "Soo...?" He asks slowly. "If he made that, he can definitely do the producing shit, too. It's just a different genre." It's true. As long as he's got an ear for what's good, and knows how to work the fancy ass machines, then Thanos should be solid.
"Well, the issue is that he would never do it," she shrugs.
"He'd do it for me," Thanos waves off. It's not even cocky or some shit. All he's got to do is hook the guy up with girls or drugs or an oil change, and he should be fine. "Why wouldn't he?"
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How Thanos and Namgyu make an album together and maybe fall in love.
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20 Feb 2025
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Will has always been drawn to the macabre. The proverbial flame upon which he has burnt his fragile moth’s wings time and time again, it’s why he had fallen in love with Florence and why he alone seems to see the beauty in the grisly but exquisite work of Il Mostro.
But when he meets a young man in the Uffizi Gallery whose sketchbook is filled with nothing but page upon page of intricate renditions of the Primavera drawn in reverent strokes of pencil, he realizes he may not be alone in his fascination with the Monster. As they lift veils and scale forts and slowly begin to understand each other, Will gets a taste of exactly how bright the cinders of intrigue can burn—and how quickly they can kindle into an inferno of obsession.
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28 Oct 2024
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cobalt, cornflower, carolina by cervviidae
Fandoms: Charlie Countryman (2013), Adam (2009)
23 Dec 2024
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The kid hasn’t moved, hasn’t screamed, hasn’t done anything but watch as Nigel destroyed everything, as he painted the walls with blood and gore. His face is pale, his cheeks streaked with tears, but there’s something, something that stops Nigel in his tracks.
Blue. Those eyes—Jesus, those fucking eyes.
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A spacedogs fic inspired by The Passenger (2023)
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