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    Takumi instinctively stumbled back. Uneasiness bubbled in his chest like a cornered prey while Eito remained undeterred, calmly keeping his pace until he stopped mere inches in front of him.

    Eito’s height towered over him as Takumi tilted his head, engulfing him in his shadow. He drowned in the unending soft blues of his irises, mysterious and falsely disarming.

    Eito’s voice was tempting as he muttered. “You’re curious, aren’t you? About what I learned about you, and that you want to know more about me.”

    “Unless, don’t tell me you forgot what we shared together?”


    Eito tasted Takumi's blood, and to their surprise, they had a glimpse of each others' memories due to cryptoglobin's powers. Takumi wanted to avoid it altogether. Eito had other ideas of tasting it again, and a boundary was crossed that neither could return from.

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    17 Oct 2025

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    Eitaku cannibalism as a metaphor for love but done right. perfectly actually. feeling a bit insane over it. explodes

  2. Public Bookmark 50

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    In which maybe Dave should have realized that letting his omega boyfriend dom him nonstop would have some kind of repercussion on their presentations.

    Note: Bitching & studding causes a physical change in their genitals in this fic. It is not depicted explicitly.

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    19 Aug 2025

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    I never bookmark pwp fics but what the hell . oh my god? if anyone I know ever sees this consider it was very very good.

  3. Public Bookmark 20

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    "Mmph. What time s'it?"

    You grab your palmhusk off the bedside table, intending to look at it to answer Dave's question. You pause before you can actually turn the screen on. "Why don't you tell me what time it is?"

    "Uh... it's. Um. It’s… Thursday?"

    It's Saturday. "That's a day, not a time. And it's not even the right day."

    [Dave gets sick and Karkat has to take care of him :3]

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    17 Aug 2025

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    davekat sickfick being so cute and domestic it's sickening . pun intended.

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    The insurmountable sound of the roof caving in, the support beams failing, and the marble decorations shattering around him seemed to stop all at once. There was nothing but silence. Cold, abrupt, threatening silence.

    As quickly as it had begun, the disaster simply ceased.

    “Woah,” an unknown voice chimed, echoing through the rubble. A man smiled down at him, his expression bordering somewhere between surprised and amused. “You’ve caused quite a bit of chaos here, haven’t you?”

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    After accidentally wreaking havoc inside a temple in the woods, Grian finds himself indebted to a god he doesn't know, as well as a strange man who calls himself the temple's priest.

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    11 Aug 2025

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    scarian God and follower but better. I am actively eating this fic.

  5. Public Bookmark 64

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    Scar opens his mouth, sobbing almost hysterically in the low light of the bathroom, and says, “Why won’t you touch me?”

    It’s almost unintelligible, like he’s speaking around layers of something soft, something like foam or feathers, but Grian thinks that he would have made it out, even if Scar hadn’t managed to make a single sound.

    “What?” He asks, almost unconsciously, the word baffled and confused.

    “You won’t- you won’t touch me,” Scar says again, something akin to disgust in his voice. “Am I that repulsive?”

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    aka; grian hates touch. he hates the way that it makes him burn, the way that it leaves him questioning himself, the way that it makes him hurt other people as he struggles to be gentle. but he thinks that'd he'd do anything if scar needed him to.

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    02 Aug 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    I need to eat this fic. fucked up toxic scarian realness