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23 Nov 2025
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Normally, when he gets like this – this level of anger, this unsettled, untethered, rowdy – he goes out on the streets, taking beatings and dealing them out with just about anyone who will go a couple rounds with him.
Unfortunately, he is currently on a ship with a limited number of people, none of which would give him the fights he needs.
He needs –
What he really needs is someone to hit, someone to hit that will hit him back without worrying about injury on either side.
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or, Max has a meltdown after Katur and the disaster of meeting Comfrey.
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23 Nov 2025
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It starts—as most things on the Zephyr do—as a drunken bit.
“Gotch.” Van says solemnly. Her flesh hand shoots out to grip his shoulder tightly. Her eyes burn into his skull. “I’m gonna be your dad.”
Maxwell blinks. “What?”
“Your father is an absolute arse, and if he doesn’t want you, I call dibs. I’m your new da.”
Or: Longspot Gotch sucks. Van, ever the problem-solver, steps up.
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Care and Keeping: A How-To Guide for Gathie/Zernian Relations by Nyarthlotep
Fandom: Dimension 20 (Web Series)
18 Nov 2025
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I love imaging the scenes in between episodes that we don't see. I love the rowdy pugilist who proudly wears bruises and the big robot covered in knives and I think they should descend into violent, horny madness together :)
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22 Nov 2025
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bend close, weeping willow (won't you sing with me?) by harpiecarpie
Fandoms: Dimension 20 (Web Series)
10 Oct 2025
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After the crew lands in Zumhara and the Wind Riders have headed into the city, Torse goes in search of somewhere he can process everything, away from prying eyes. He does not process very well, but he's trying.
Maxwell experiences a perfectly justifiable level of mortal terror when he returns to find his friend missing, and overt declarations of lifelong devotion after 2 weeks of knowing each other is actually kind of a slow burn for Zood, okay?
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“Why would she...? Oh.” Maxwell stiffens, then blows out a breath. He reaches past Torse’s mantle to clasp his neck, tucks them firmly together, and rhythmically brushes thumb across his vulnerable nape. “Oh, Torse.”His friend’s comfort breaks the dam. “What drove her to save me, when she was comfortable condemning so many to destruction? What had she found worthy of salvation within me that she deemed the rest of my homeworld to be lacking? Why am I not taken apart in the Amphereon, or walking as one of the Naughtomata, or lining the throat of that vile beast?”
Maxwell goes rigid.
Bookmarked by odd_eel
22 Nov 2025
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Biting this by its neck till i draw draw blood and oil