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    A series of tiny fics completed under the following rules:

    - I pick a pairing at random out of a teacup
    - I must write the whole fic on a single day
    - They must all involve a kiss, and be vaguely holiday season themed

    (this is mostly a note for myself, feel free to ignore it)

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    The manner in which an animal routinely casts off a part of its body (often, but not always, an outer layer or covering), either at specific times of the year, or at specific points in its life cycle.

     

    The door swings open, and Hob looks up, as automatic as a blink or a breath. He’s not expecting anything. It’s been three months and four days, six hours and thirty-nine minutes, and all he had been told was more than once a century.

    Dream is standing in the doorway.

    He looks like hell.

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    14 Oct 2022

  2. Public Bookmark 21

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    Inspired by this post by Avelera.

     

    "So," Hob says. "Same rules, then, I presume."

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    29 Sep 2022

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    What led Hob Gadling — at the time known as Robert Stranger, because he’d been in a permanent state of pettiness from 1889 to about 1904 and now he was stuck with it — to the dank, cold, and dark basement of the Burgess house on March of 1957 was not so much coincidence or fate as it was curiosity.

    Yeah. Cats isn’t the only thing it kills.

     

    Alright, wait. Back up. Let’s start from the beginning.

    It was 1957 and Hob Gadling was, by no action or choice of his own, sort of — it’s a bit embarrassing — a criminal master.

    Not mastermind! He hadn’t planned any of it. Honestly.

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    23 Sep 2022

  4. Public Bookmark 57

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    “Did you sleep well?” Dream asks him, and he must know, he must, how once upon a time Hob had sat across from him and joked about eating the table while his mouth had watered for a taste of kindness, a lick of comfort, a single drop of blood.

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    23 Sep 2022

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    “Sounds like you’re horny to me,” says Matthew.

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    19 Sep 2022

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