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    Beginning with the Ghost of Heroes, this series follows the meme-y adventures of Danny Phantom, Spiderman, and Princess Shuri. There are puns, fights, jokes about being dead, and of course, lots pining from Spidey and Phantom.

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    A series of unrelated fics written for Ectober 2019. Because this is apparently a thing I do now.
    Edit: Starting from Day 3 and onward the fics are no longer unrelated because plot just sort of happened. My bad.

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    Before anyone reports this post, I got this AMA authorised by posting proof to a mod, so there.

    Hi, Reddit! I’m no-one special, but about 6 months ago, I moved into a flat above a cafe next door to a bookshop, and my life has never been the same since, because the man who runs the bookshop is some sort of ageless (mostly) benevolent eldritch being. By all accounts, he hasn’t aged a day since at least 1944, sometimes he seems to have just too many eyes, and I once saw him turn water into wine (a nice rosé). His coworker / best friend / boyfriend / shadow entity is also definitely some kind of cryptid, but despite trying harder to be a bastard, he’s somehow less successful at it.

    So, if you have any questions about what it’s like to live next door to an eternal bastard man, AMA!

    Or, a cryptid bastard man haunts Reddit, trying to find out how to ask out his crush of the past 6,000 years and getting downvoted to literal oblivion. Just normal stuff on the world wide web.
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    11 Jun 2020

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    Aziraphale sent a silent prayer of gratitude that Crowley was sound asleep and far away. He sighed and headed into his backroom.

    Crowley unfolded himself from the couch like an unwinding slinky. "Was wondering when you'd get back. Occurred to me we haven't done the Seven Dials for a bit and I fancy—ngk." His breath abruptly ran out as Aziraphale clutched him to his chest. "Ah. Er. Hi?"

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    In which Aziraphale thinks it's safe to carry out a sex-pollen temptation as long as he modifies the pollen to only bring out existing tender feelings.

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    08 Jun 2020

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    Zuko never confided the story of how he got his scar to the Gaang, but once the war was over and they took up temporary residence in his palace, the story was inevitably going to get out. [Kind of a companion to 'Skin Deep.']

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    08 Jun 2020

    Bookmarker's Notes

    So good.

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    I read a whole lot more than I write. And I'm an artist. So those aspects had to merge at some point.

    I'm not the best at color, but I'd like to think I'm good at form and figures.

    And I'm always experimenting. You'll see a lot of different styles.

    Any writer who sees his/her inspired art in here already has my permission to post in their work, just let me know so I can see it. :)

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    28 Feb 2020

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    It was a compulsion that he couldn’t quite define. A burning in his blood, a tingle on the palms of his hands. A restlessness that drove him to art galleries, antique stores, and street markets, seeking some object that would please Aziraphale. Something beautiful, or something useful—something he would want to keep.

    It started with little things, small tokens that didn’t require a special occasion: an embroidered silk bookmark; a rare and delicate tea from the highlands of China; a steel pen and inkwell to replace Aziraphale’s quill pen, and then a fountain pen to replace that.

    And then things started to get out of hand.

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    12 Feb 2020

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