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  1. Public Bookmark 40

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    “If you don't know what to do with your hands, turn them into caresses.” (Jacques Salomé)
    [three minicomics that follow the same prompt gentle touch, using idea from various ghoulcy fans]
    This fan comic participates in the Ghoulcy Atomic Blast Event. More info in the summary.

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    19 Apr 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 46

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    He turned his head to the side taking a long drag, the dome of the nicotine rising up in him, before blowing a compressed cloud of smoke in her face again. Instead of snapping about how rude he was or pushing him away, as he predicted, she brought her face even closer to his still, parted her lips, and breathed in the cloud as he exhaled. Fuck.

    Cooper wasn’t thinking, couldn’t think when he stepped between her legs, slamming his hands on the hood of the car on either side of her. She leaned back in surprise, but didn’t recoil, bambi eyes as big as saucers as he hunched over her, crowding her in.

    “The fuck was that?”
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    Cooper can't stop himself from having dirty thoughts about Lucy. Distracting as they are, he has been able to ignore them for the most part- that is until he rescues her from the Legion and something in them both shifts. How can he resist corrupting Lucy, especially when she's asking for it?

    (Alternate ending to season 2 episode 4)

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    12 Apr 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 33

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    He hears rustling from behind a pile of rocks in that direction, and then: “Sorry!” One hand emerges, held up in an empty apology. He’d consider shooting a hole through it, but he knows that voice, and--if he gets closer--yep, he knows that index finger, too.

    “What the hell are you doing, vaultie?”

    Lucy MacLean stands, and--Hell--her face lights up when she sees him.

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    15 Mar 2026

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    “Feelin’ better, darlin’?”
    She laughs, soft and breathless. “I have no idea.” She says it with a surprised relief that makes Cooper want to pull her down and kiss her.

    UGH THIS IS ALL I WANT FROM SEASON THREE

  4. Public Bookmark 64

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    The dwellers of the prosperous walled city of Vault 33 view ghouls as commodities to be owned and used.

    When an act of mercy spins out of control, Lucy's unprepared for the consequences.

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    06 Mar 2026

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    “Didn’t take the shot, huh,” he says.
    Before she can respond, he mashes their lips together in a furious press.
    “You didn’t—” and here, in the barest sense of the word, he kisses her again, “shoot—” and again, “you shoulda—” and again, “fuckin—” and again, “listened—”

    Heavy and hopeful and earned.

  5. Public Bookmark 13

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    Shortly after the conclusion of Monsignor Wicks’ murder case, Father Jud Duplenticy goes to a church near Chimney Rock to confess to having broken his vow of chastity.

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    01 Mar 2026

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    The older man placed another kiss on his temple, and backed up to look at him again, the plaintive creases that framed his eyes, the angular set to his graceful lips, the coarse surface of his unshaven jaw all offered up close for Jud’s eyes to soak in. “Tell me.”
    From anyone else, such a commandment would have been insurmountable, but he knew he was safe here, in Blanc’s hands—he inhaled, and managed, “I, I did—I did everything right.”

    Smut and tears, what could be better?