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The others have their own sordid pasts, to be sure, but it's different for Astarion. Being a monster is one thing. Being a monstrous, pathetic, conniving, little whore is entirely another.
There’s no cure for being owned by Cazador Szarr. There’s no fixing what Astarion is. He'd have to be crazy to believe otherwise.
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04 Jun 2026
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“Hey, Scott, so, I uh, there’s this amazingly hot guy and I’m uh, gonna spend the weekend with him but, you know, just to be careful, I’m sending you his picture, so if by some terrible chance my bloated corpse shows up sometime Monday, just, y’know pass this along to the authorities.” He pauses. “Uh. Kidding?” and then hangs up with a rush of air.
“That is the worst voicemail in the history of voicemails,” Derek says.
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- Part 1 of The Last Traces of Smoke
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25 May 2026
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The Hale Pack will survive. Even if it’s the last thing Stiles does before he finally bites the dust and gets buried six feet under, the Hale Pack will prevail.
A story of how Stiles manages the impossible and breaks all of the rules for one last chance.
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18 May 2026
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A wolf howled, long and mournful. Stiles looked around, his breath coming in visible puffs on the frosty air as he searched for fur and fangs and sad eyes, but he saw only the swaying green limbs of evergreen trees in the wind. Snow started to fall and he looked up at the white sky, blinking, before he fell backwards to land softly on a familiar bed. He blinked again and the soft white of the sky solidified into his bedroom ceiling with its neon green glow in the dark stars. He watched as a nebula formed in the space between his outstretched hand and the plastic stars, mesmerized as it roiled and burned in fast forward to birth a star, a real one, right into his bedroom. The star burned white hot against his skin, so bright and painful that his nerves couldn’t compute. He twisted away desperately, crying out. A dark skinned man in the corner watched calmly as he writhed and said, “We begin in the dark, and birth is the death of us.” Stiles screamed as the fire sunk into his skin, his soul, and fell once more into the darkness.
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Stiles ends up in 2004, before the Hale fire, and learns a lot about himself, life, and what it means to hold onto what you love and not let go.
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18 May 2026
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snare by parsnipit
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games), Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game)
02 Jan 2024
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The darkness in the kennel is thick, suffocating. It reeks of rat piss and molding hay. Every instinct screams danger, though Halsin cannot yet make out what hunts him. His darkvision does not pierce the deepest corners, but he knows—oh, he knows—
There’s something hungry here.
After saving the world, Tav turns their attention to dismantling Cazador Szarr. But what they discover in the bowels of the Szarr palace is far more than a single corrupt noble.
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04 May 2026