bugcrawler
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yet my lips taste most beautifully when i beguile by bugcrawler
Fandoms: Christian Bible, Original Work, Abrahamic Religions
20 Mar 2026
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In the night, they shine like all filthy and dark things do by the light of the stars. And they always dance, dance, and dance. Until the Morning Star rises and lights up their eyes like it did in the bitter beginning, by the blood of the Lamb.
By the blood of the Lamb, those eyes like red phosphorus and wine, and white stars of prophets.
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uncaring by bugcrawler
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends
30 Nov 2024
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Maybe it made him a fool to believe a life could be lived like he had been living it before. In those short bursts of remission and between bated breaths. But there was the soft light of the moon and the glow of the streetlights on Jayce's face, and really Viktor had wanted this his entire life.
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thousand years by bugcrawler
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends
24 Nov 2024
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It was a late night, when looking out at the city lights made him feel like he was born yesterday in the inventor’s lab under the screwdrivers and wrenches of care and attention given only to children and mechanical creations. He could hear the clicking of Viktor’s knee as he moved it nervously up and down under the desk.
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Or, the short descriptions of what a love might feel like.
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697 kilometres from here, there is a pocket of real life. There is a gas station, and a parking lot where you can never find a good enough place away from the ever-falling birch pollen, and a roadside motel or bar, or discothèque, or whatever it decides to call itself today. It’s always dark there, and the neon always shines, fulgurates the tissues in your sclera.
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Revachol embraces all her fucked-up children, she hugs them close when they’re little and then all their lives only her burned-tire scent will put them to sleep.
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You have come to the bar to sing and scream, maybe be heard, in your dreams you think you might even be understood. There is the disco singer, drunk and getting drunker still. Maybe, just maybe, you two are quite alike. Maybe children of the Revolution will all be drawn together somehow. Maybe it's just the two of you.