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In any case, Peter took a moment to imagine what Mark must be feeling right now; the fear, more than just a mere frisson of panic caught in his throat; the urgency, the reflex to flight. All bravado gone, just a frightened animal reduced to its basest instincts to run. Smacked in the face by branches and twigs and leaves, poked in the eyes, particles of bark sticking to the back of his throat. Throwing his weight forward, into the darkness slowly engulfing the forest as the last wisps of yellows and oranges die behind the trees. Peter was sure the boy could hardly feel his legs or the earth where they might be landing, or the mud crawling into his shoes. It was a pleasant thought.
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- Part 3 of WG, VT (1973)
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HERE is the apartment of one Mark Hoffman, one who is momentarily focused on unbuttoning Strahm's shirt, and so singleminded is his focus that he seems to notice not Strahm's abject terror at his own consent to find himself HERE.
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- Part 2 of WG, VT (1973)
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i see the signal searchlight strike me in the window of my room by wolverton for olianderi
Fandoms: Saw (Movies)
19 May 2026
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Peter’s breath keeps catching in his throat as he races through the thick wood, ears all but perked up like a dog’s as they strain to catch any sound that might be coming from behind him; the snap or a twig, the rustle of bushes, the crunch of leaves beneath a thick trucker’s boot.
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- Part 1 of WG, VT (1973)
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every vein of every leaf of every tree is slaked with poison by wolverton
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
05 May 2026
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Theon was a somebody only inasmuch as he was “some body”, a collection of haphazardly cobbled-together parts that one might mistake for a person at a glance. A body, yes. Not much more. Not much less.
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For several blissful moments, time stood still and reality twisted itself into something unrecognizable, something slow, something safe; he was both heavy and weightless, leaden and floating through still air like a feather. It did not occur to Strahm, not for a long while, that the limbs attached to a torso attached to a head were all his own—for he couldn't move them much at all, and quite the exertion it was to so much as cause the tips of his fingers to twitch.
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He stood for a time in some kind of indecision, as expressionless and vacant as he’d been ever since… well. Ever since.
Victory, shame, triumph, shame, apathy. Loneliness… perhaps not quite. A kind of emptiness, certainly. A pit in his gut and a hollowed-out ribcage, had those been his organs, his entrails and his flesh on the floor that day? He couldn’t remember.
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is the blood on your hands dry? (is it slowly disappearing? mine isn't) by wolverton
Fandoms: Saw (Movies)
22 Apr 2024
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Later that day, in a shabby room of a roadside motel, Peter would finally—for the first time in what felt like ages, though was closer to a few weeks—get a good look at Hoffman, at the hideous wound cutting in half a side of his face. Haphazardly stitched closed with what must have been a shaky hand, not a half-bad job of it given the circumstances but so very far from ideal by any other metric.
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- Part 2 of a metaphor for love
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He hadn’t said anything—hadn’t asked for anything—yet his wants were transparent all the same. The first cup had been a kind gesture, the second a thoughtful one, but the third had veered into incriminating territory. The fourth and the fifth… well.
The writing was on the wall.
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Peter’s hand dropped to the table and her eyes caught on a twin set of faint scars adorning either side of his mouth. Unbidden, a chill swept through her: she’d seen them before. The recognition was immediate and unquestionable. Her face fell.
So, in turn, did Peter’s; he paused mid-sentence. “Linds? Everything okay?”
“Your mouth,” she blurted, without thinking; and then, just as fast: “What did he do?”
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- Part 1 of a metaphor for love
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“You better start fucking talking—” Strahm’s voice was both thick and shaky, his composure wavering by the second; he shook Hoffman by the lapels, his own fear turning him even more unkind. (If such a thing were possible.)
“You just killed us,” Hoffman breathed.
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The thought had first occurred to him when Hoffman had clambered onto his lap, cock-hungry and frantic, shoving Peter against the headboard with such carelessness, such ease, such a blatant display of that trademark alpha strength that the sensation of his brain rattling within his skull following the impact against wood became a secondary concern, thwarted in priority by the sudden realization Hoffman was strong.
In which Peter Strahm learns new and exciting things about himself.
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home is where i want to be (but i guess i'm already there) by wolverton
Fandoms: Saw (Movies)
18 Jan 2024
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Keeping him close, chest against chest, heart against heart; he could feel the thumping of Mark’s, a steady rhythm.
Mark.
His edges had softened with each passing day, as though the sea had taken to him like a pebble, one of thousands upon its shores; every wave, every splash sanding down all those pointy, jagged bits. Shaped him into something gentle, something easy to hold.
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- Part 4 of and i learn and learn and learn again
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if someone asked me at the end, i'd tell them 'put me back in' by wolverton
Fandoms: Saw (Movies)
17 Jan 2024
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Mark was quiet. Eyes cast downward, hands balled into fists at his sides, he had the look of a chastised child about him. Seeming so much younger for it, too. If it weren’t for the blood-soaked clothing, red seeping through the fabric and gathering in small puddles by his feet, Peter might’ve forgotten who he was dealing with. What he was dealing with.
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- Part 3 of and i learn and learn and learn again
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crafted from the very same particles of stardust and love by wolverton
Fandoms: Saw (Movies)
16 Jan 2024
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“You’d never see this sort of thing in Jersey.”
His voice was thick with something Peter couldn’t place, some emotion he couldn’t name outright. It wasn’t just about the stars and the sky, every word having come out coated in a longing all too familiar, thrumming with what had remained unsaid instead.
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- Part 2 of and i learn and learn and learn again
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Mark was saying something, then, his voice low and shaky and tickling the shell of Peter’s ear; he couldn’t make out the words that bled into one another, though the comforting, steady drone was effective all the same.
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- Part 1 of and i learn and learn and learn again
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Sirens bled into screams bled into white noise. There was a dent in the front of his car in the shape of a guardrail, hours old. He shouldn’t have driven, not in his state. His hands had trembled atop the steering wheel. They were trembling in his pockets now.
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On that note: Strahm was… stranger than he let on. Stranger than he’d like anyone to believe.
It’d taken a little while for it to become apparent. Unfortunately for Strahm, he was not immune to being known. Closeness begged for it. Seamless camouflage turned into the stuff of dreams; hairline cracks grew thick and deep and let much seep past the barrier he’d drawn up.
Inevitability was the name of the game.
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He let out a longsuffering sigh preemptively, pinching the bridge of his nose.
At once, footsteps.
They neared his room at a troublingly speedy pace.
At a point, it became clear there was not one set, but two. Hoffman and Lindsey barged into the room without so much as a knock. That was just as well.
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he looks as good in a skirt as he does in jeans (he is a most notorious queen) by wolverton
Fandoms: Saw (Movies)
01 Jan 2024
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Peter shifted in his seat.
Peter has been shifting in his seat for the better part of the afternoon.
He only had himself to blame. That, perhaps, was the biggest slap in the face—as he’d all but asked for this.
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“Gonna blow your fucking brains out,” Strahm spat, spittle speckling Hoffman’s chin. He snatched a handful of the other's matted hair and drove his head down onto the ground, the resulting harsh thud pointing to the fact that Hoffman might die of a fractured skull after all. “All over this goddamn floor. Right now.”
“Okay,” said Hoffman.
They panted in tandem.