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    Tommy was handed a small flyer in printed in black and white, with the words “POETRY NIGHT - OPEN MIC” splayed across the front in bubbled font. He fumbled with his binder as he took it, eyes wide as he said, “are you sure? I mean, I love poetry and all, but I don’t think-I’m not sure—what if I can’t write poetry?”

    Mr. Sam’s dark eyes softened, and he reached out to place a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “Everyone has to start somewhere; every poet, from me to Rudy Francisco, started off without knowing a clue about what we were doing. Tommy, it’s not about if you can or cannot write poetry, it’s about if you want to.”

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    The performance poetry AU in which Tommy joins a slam team and finds a home in the arts.

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    19 Sep 2022

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    the poetry throughout this one is both inspiring and heartbreaking. I feel so much of the different POV's experiences. Especially Tommy and Sam's, Maybe Technos too.

    TW: Sewerslide references (I cant remember if its shown or not)

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    “Please,” one soldier told Techno over dinner, “The Blood God isn’t going to help you. He doesn’t accept any of the blood sacrifices the generals leave for him, so either he doesn’t exist, or he thinks he’s too good for the likes of us. Either way, it’s best to find a different patron.”
    Techno had punched him in the face for that. None of his other comrades ever brought up the Blood God again.
    Well, except for one.
    “You follow the Blood God?” the new kid said, staring up at Techno with unbelievably blue eyes.
    “Yeah,” Techno replied, perhaps a bit gruffer than he meant to, “What’s it to you?”
    “Nothing!” the new kid said, grinning wildly, “I love that guy. He gets all the ladies. Hey, we should be friends!”

    Or: Techno is the last devout follower of the Blood God. Tommy may or may not be said god.

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    14 Sep 2022

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    ABSOLUTELY A REQUIRED READING. I HAVE NOTHING MORE TO SAY OTHER THAN YOUVE GOTTA MAN YOUVE JUST GOTTA ITS SO GOOD

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    “I don’t care about anything like I care about you. Not even this kingdom. My place is with you.”
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    Dream is the Crown Prince and the future king. His sworn duty is to protect his kingdom from outside threats, especially from the scourge of magic.

    George is his best friend and, technically, his servant. And he has a secret.

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    01 May 2023

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    I'm not the BIGGEST DnF fan when it comes to fanfiction, but this bad boy right here??? *finger guns* She's a beaut. I also just love Merlin, that show was my lifeblood for like three years. I've only read this one once, but its p good :snorf:

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    His name was Tommy Innes, and he was born to touch the stars.

    Of course, touching the stars was going to have to wait, because he'd lost that dream the moment his parents had died when he was ten years old—the moment he had watched that starship explosion and felt a bit of his heart die with them. He'd lost that dream when he was transported to prison and then to a place called Pogtopia.

    He'd lost that dream when he watched hundreds of children starve on the streets of Pogtopia. When he and two friends become the lone survivors of the Red Planet's Genocide. When they were rescued, and he was captured again.

    But maybe—maybe one day, he would regain that dream. Maybe he would hunt down the mass murderer that had executed his friends and gain his revenge—but that day was not now, and now he sat in a prison and stared at the faraway stars.

    Perhaps there would be people that he could call family again. People he would see again—people whom he had lost years ago. One day.

    Because he was an Avian, born to be forever alone amongst broken stars.

    And Avians did not fall unless they wanted to.

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    a science fiction fic about rebellion

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    14 Nov 2022

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    ok this is actually a literary masterpiece, the cliffhangers, the character development, the cohesive story line, the PERFECT balance between angst and fluff and crack. UGH apollo really blessed OP over here

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        He'd had a favorite cow--Henry--and made sure to milk and brush her every day. Ever since Henry was a calf, he wanted to learn how to care for her hooves so they wouldn't grow out too much.
        He hadn't been alive for the Great War. It had ended two years before he was born, but he heard horror stories, and was more than thankful he wouldn't have to deal with getting drafted.
        His life wasn't the best, but it certainly wasn't the worst! His parents weren't overly strict, and the worst punishment he ever got was being sent on outhouse duty, which was typically reserved for his father. He was sure he'd have gotten worse if he touched a drop of anny before he turned 15.
        (Didn't even taste that good when his father offered him a drink at the age of 16. He supposed it tasted better the more you drank.)
        Then the Great Depression hit.

    (Or, the ghost fic where Bench Trio each die in the same house ~30 years apart. SBI move into the house, and the ghosts are not pleased.)
    [We have a Discord now!! Still active tho the fic's discontinued. sept 16th, still going!!!!!]
    DO NOT USE AI TO FINISH THIS I LEFT THE NOTES FOR A REASON (THAT REASON IS SO YOU CAN WRITE MORE IF YOU WANT)

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    16 Jan 2023

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    I can't even begin to describe this one? It's one of those reads that stuck with me in some weird profound way, despite the fact that most of the plot is crack. It's sweet and sour in a way that burns ya tongue a little bit ya know?

    Not required, but definitely recommended!!!1