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SecUnit never sleeps. ART's simulation of it does as its creator demands.
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- Part 1 of Access Override
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Bookmarked by SapphiresAccount
15 Jun 2026
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Fuck, what did it say about him that the thought of Ford walking in and catching him beating off in nothing but his brother's stupid coat just made his dick twitch harder in his palm?
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- Part 4 of Snack Packs
Bookmarked by SapphiresAccount
13 May 2025
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Admittedly, Stan’s head was a little…all over the place. But he was pretty damn sure Ford hadn’t been dressed like that ten minutes ago when he’d been sucked up into the portal. Right?
Bookmarked by SapphiresAccount
13 May 2025
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“Don’t jerk off too hard thinkin’ about yourself, Sixer. You might break a hip.”
Low-hanging fruit, sure, but a guaranteed reaction. Normally, Ford would’ve fired back with something sharp about Stan being immature, or at least rolled his eyes.
Instead, Ford froze mid-step, his face twitching with something that wasn’t quite embarrassment but wasn’t anger either. He stammered, eyes flicking everywhere but at Stan. Then, without a word, he disappeared into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Stan stood there, scratching his head. “Huh,” he muttered to himself. “That’s new.”
Bookmarked by SapphiresAccount
10 May 2025
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For a reason he couldn't explain, Stan opened the journal, flipping to the page where Ford had once written about that same moth—Furcula scolopendrina….some nonsense about its lifecycle, how it only came out in summer, how he'd never managed to find one to pin. Here, in the dead of winter, the irony bit deep. Stan tossed the book aside and looked down at the moth, muttering, “Ford would've lost his mind if he saw you. Would’ve been halfway to gettin' you framed already.”
The damn thing didn’t answer, of course.
Stupid as it was, he scooped it up, its soft, fragile body nearly disappearing in his palm. He wasn’t gonna pin it for Ford or anything—Ford wasn’t even here, and Stan had more important crap to do. But still, he couldn’t leave it alone out here, where the wind would just carry it away like nothing.
It was completely and utterly ridiculous.
He did it anyway.
Bookmarked by SapphiresAccount
10 May 2025

