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Sparks by GlitterTeeth
Fandoms: Scott Pilgrim - All Media Types, Scott Pilgrim Takes Off (Cartoon)
26 Nov 2023
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He sat up, hesitating. He’d done it to Wallace, opening him up with his fingers. It hadn’t been too hard. He could just… try it once. See if he liked it. If he didn’t he’d never have to tell anyone. And if he did, maybe Wallace would -
I just think. It would be nice if Todd bottomed a little, ok.
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Martin hadn’t felt the same since escaping his flat.
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Jane leaves Martin with a gift.
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Martin's been working as the official assistant to Peter Lukas for a while now.
Sometimes it's difficult to remember why he had ever been hesitant to let the Lonely in.
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“Tell me. Robert Robertson the Third. Mecha Man. Hero.” There’s something soft in the thing’s voice. Almost reverent. “What do you want?”
His body wants to shut down. His mind wishes for oblivion. The answer is obvious.
“Put me…back into…the fight.” He rasps.
“Very well,” he can hear it smiling, “let’s get to work.”
Or, in simpler terms…let’s do it all over again.
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Robert Robertson is a man who puts himself in situations where powers would be pretty useful.
But he doesn't have them. What he does have is a mortal body made of breakable bones, cuttable skin, bruisable flesh, and other generally damageable stuff.
Maybe, at some point, he'll realize that he's got his limits. The way things are going, it's likely that the Z-team will identify them all before he does.“Hey Golem,” Invisigal called out. “What were you listening to while you were outside?”
Golem turned away from him to go join up with her, and Robert followed-- or he intended to. Something went wrong when he took a step to the side. He felt his body swaying.
“Woah.” Robert caught himself on the bench, next to Prism.
“Watch it,” said Prism. “The bar fight’s over, boy. Don’t go knocking yourself out now.”
Robert laughed under his breath. “Yeah, that would be stupid, huh.” -
Five Times the Dispatcher Rescued the Team and One Time the Team Rescued the Dispatcher by Zee_M
Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game)
18 Nov 2025
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They've grown accustomed to not having any backup - nobody really wanted to stick their neck out for some ex-villains. In a way, it helped them rely on each other more.
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One night in November of 1983, a boy goes missing from Hawkins, Indiana.
He is just a body, a thick cuff locked around his ankle, chained with iron to a bolt on the hardwood floor. He is just a body, locked inside of a bedroom with an empty closet, a bed, a nightstand, and a cage. He doesn’t look at the cage if he can help it. He looks outside. He is just a body, staring out at a backyard he’s never been allowed to enter, where the grass is starting to brown from the heat of the sun. All he can see is dusty grass and tall trees, and a little shed at what must mark the edge of the property.
Only there is a body. Another body. A real human body—only, that can’t be right. Steve hasn’t seen anyone in … he doesn’t know how long it’s been, since the blonde man took him here. The blonde man doesn’t want him to see anyone, to be seen by anyone. All he wants is for Steve to be his, and to turn Steve into a body.
The other body is in the yard, moving on clever legs with slow graceful steps. His head swivels from side to side quickly as if he is looking for something. It makes his long curls sweep across his shoulders.
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His hand burst from the ground first.
Then dirty nails like claws, and scratched up scabby elbows clambering blindly from the soggy soil - breathless, ragged gasps heaving over, sinking into and swallowing whole the soft stillness of the lingering twilight.
Disturbed birds fluttered, fleeting, from the tallest branches of surrounding trees as he ripped through the slimy placenta that cloaked over him thickly like curdled oil, sticky and pulling back at him as he dragged himself bodily out onto the forest floor.
His hair, long and wispy down the back of his neck from overgrowth and isolation, dripped with caustic bloody ooze. He couldn’t find it in himself to care. The taste of normal air, its crisp caress across his face like a cool balm and a welcome home was enough to make him cry.
Fuck that. He couldn't stop crying.
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Steve goes missing instead of Will.