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  1. Public Bookmark 11

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    The second funeral is worse than the first one.

    They’re standing around the same plot of dirt, lowering another small coffin into the ground, throwing more yellow roses in the grave. There’s no crowd of people in the second funeral—no Jennifer Hayeses to fake cry over a boy she barely knew, no Lonnie Byerses to smoke cigarettes in the corner and snuff them out on the priest’s podium. There was hardly a priest at all, this time around.

    He thinks it’s for the better. Mike doesn’t think God deserves to guide Will to his afterlife when He couldn’t even guide him back to Mike.

    There’s blinks of moments between before and after. Before Will was lowered, and after it.

    Mike barely feels any of it.

    (or, the one where will byers never makes it home after 1983, and mike wheeler feels like a piece of him never did, either.)

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    20 Apr 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 14

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    "This is total bull shit!" Andre screamed, kicking his metal wastebasket over. The crumbled papers inside rolled across his bedroom floor. Cal sat slightly on Andre's bed, his legs crossed and his face fixed in a neutral frown.

    "They can't just—" Andre's brow furrowed, "They can't just send you away all summer! Cal, please tell me you've pushed back on this I mean— We had plans!"

    When Cal's parents want to send him to a psych ward over the summer, Cal and Andre decide to sneak off on a road trip to California to avoid time apart.

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    10 Mar 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 9

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    your name is andre.

    andre sounds too informal as you think it over. andre kriegman is your actual name. you like to talk to yourself in your head. like those overly dramatic religious people are to god.

    you’re a loser to put it plainly. a holed up in your room, thirty pounds underweight, teenager loser. your mom and everyone else around you in reality don’t particularly care. you’re thankful for that sometimes.

    you’re fourteen and hateful but you do nothing to better how you feel.

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    insane author projects onto andre kriegman and calvin gabriel. sort of a messy, modern au caldre but if they were more pretentious and have a out of body connection to each other.

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    16 Feb 2026

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    Quirks aren't everything in this world, nor is your family status.

    Animals are treated less than humans, even though they have the capacity to feel emotions and think for themselves. They're pushed away, merely because they're not human. Nezu? Heck, he's so smart, everyone's scared of what would happen if they got on his bad side. Half the society, at the very least, still think that he's just an animal.

    Midoriya? No quirk, he's ranked even lower, less than human. At least Nezu still had a quirk.

    At least, that's what they thought.

    Warning: This fic contains depression, suicide, self harm, etc.

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    10 Feb 2026

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    Muzan stared at the vicious twists of flesh that made up the disturbing form of whatever Tanjirou decided to depict on the paper. The thing looked like it came from the deepest pits of hell, its face contorted in a derisive sneer. The misshapen limbs reminded him of what happened in the Dungeon, and the entire piece was framed by unsettling looking mounds (?) of tangled (?) limbs (?). Though, looking closely at the particular shapes, he thought he saw-

    -”Tanjirou”

    -”Mmh?”

    -”Is this Douma?”

    The human beamed at him with the brightness of a thousand suns (ouch). He felt a little smug that he guessed right. Tanjirou could give the author of the Mainichi puzzles and guessing games a run for his money.

    -”You know, I really think you’ve captured his true nature. This is exactly how I see the real thing. It’s as if you distilled everything that makes him him.”

     

    Or the AU where, after meeting a suspiciously familiar looking child, Muzan decides that exposure therapy is a good thing and maybe kidnaps said child (oops)
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    24 Jan 2026