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В мире где человечество вымерло, а искусство создавать с нуля такие важные материалы как Бетон, Сталь, Керамика и другие, раса состоящая из разных людей-материалов встречается с социальными проблемами.
Токсик гетслоп?!? Бетон сабмиссив ненавидит свою напарницу Арматуру, с которой ему приходится работать и сливаться в Железобетон для работы в группе по борьбе с разрушениями старых зданий. Решат ли они свои проблемы или найдут выход из токсичных отношений?!
Вдохновлено подругой материаловедом и такими тайтлами как Сигналис, Страна самоцветов
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They'd think that I'd finally lost it completely (I'd show them the stars) by Haughtshit1
Fandoms: Hatchetfield Universe - Team StarKid
29 Nov 2023
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Grace Chasity has a weak wrist. It cracks loudly when she moves it too quickly and it aches softly when it is cold.
In her eighteen years of life, she has broken her arm on three separate occasions. The first time was when she was five years old. The second time, she was eleven. The third time is yet to happen. Soon, her right wrist will snap, in the same place as twice before. A very unlucky and unlikely thing to happen. But it will happen.
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Grace lives through an unforgettable and life-changing 48 hours.Series
- Part 1 of Subterranean Homesick Alien
Bookmarked by Rachoke
31 Mar 2026
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a little change by localgaysian for Ponk_fonk
Fandoms: Wicked - All Media Types, The Wicked Years Series - Gregory Maguire
30 Oct 2025
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“Elphaba stayed in her room for a day. Galinda came and went with a dinner. On occasion she would stay for a few minutes.”
- Wicked, Gregory Maguire, pg. 123--
For the first time, Galinda sat down in the room, on the armchair across from Elphaba’s desk. She perched on the very edge of it with her legs primly crossed at the ankles, as if she was preparing to run. Galinda’s sunburn bloomed a soft pink on the high arc of her cheekbones, the bridge of her nose… which was dotted with freckles, as Elphaba would have noticed if she’d cared to look more closely. Galinda’s summer dress hung loosely over her legs.
With great effort, Elphaba averted her gaze.--
Or, as we know, a lot can happen in a few minutes.
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Bookmarked by Rachoke
13 Mar 2026
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glinda upland, fresh out of college, is hired as a private tutor for one nessarose thropp of nest hardings by the girl's mysterious and brooding older sister. a fair amount of mutual obsession ensues— glinda, after all, isn't used to not getting what she wants.
or, the booksical elphaba-is-a-repressed-vampire-living-in-a-gothic-estate fic!
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22 Feb 2026
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The Magic You Won't Ever See by kuchi
Fandoms: Wicked - Schwartz/Holzman, Wicked - All Media Types
15 Dec 2018
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The most unlikely pair at Shiz University find themselves having to share a room in their final year before graduation. But despite trying beginnings, Elphaba and Galinda find friendship in the last place either of them would have guessed.
A modern college AU, from loathing to loving and everything in between.
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- Part 1 of The Magic You Won't Ever See
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03 Feb 2026
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under her gaze, between her fingers by tahsoka
Fandoms: Wicked - All Media Types, The Wicked Years Series - Gregory Maguire, Wicked - Schwartz/Holzman
27 Jul 2021
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Elphaba always wore gloves. They were plain, black, and skintight, and they went up to her elbows.
Glinda didn’t know why Elphaba's hands entranced her, why she so desperately wanted to pull her gloves off and tangle their fingers together. She didn’t know, either, why she wanted to pull her hair down from that stupid braid and rake her hands through it. It was just one of those impulsive thoughts, she guessed, like how the little voice in the back of your head would whisper, “jump,” at the edge of a cliff.
Bookmarked by Rachoke
29 Jan 2026
