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Did you delete your most recent fics?

Oh no, I didn't, but I'm putting my fics on private (can be seen only by registered AO3 users) because AO3 got scraped for AI again, sigh. I'm very torn about this, bc I want everyone to be able to read my fics, but the damn AI-scraping just breaks my heart so much. I keep going back and forth with my decision. I might post publicly and then lock the fics privately after a week or two, idk. I'm so sorry about this, friend, I just don't know what to do.

Meanwhile, if you'd like access to those fics, DM me here or on bsky, I'll see what I can do.

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✨ Here we go, lads!

(This was originally part of a bigger fic, but it decided to become a strong and independent ficlet, so I supported its ambitions)

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getting a bite to eat with the nepofledgling

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his heaving bosom....

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me when I talk to people who were born in 2005

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if Daniel’s eyes really change to the color of his maker's eyes whenever he thinks about him this is gonna get real embarrassing real fast i feel

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There’s a very easy way to get around the fact that Assad is unable to pass for a teeenager if the show wants to adapt TVA and that’s to rely on the theme of unreliable narration. Armand begins retelling his history and according to him, he looked like he was in his early adulthood. No older than twenty four, for sure, but also not any younger than twenty. And then, just when the audience has bought it, just when this version of events has been presented as the truth for long enough, someone questions it. Asks if he really looked like that. Asks if he’s being honest with himself. And for the briefest moment, we flashback to Amadeo, the age he was when Marius first saw him. Beaten, shackled, afraid. And undeniably a child.

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ASMR of assad pronouncing "burj khalifa" just because it's insanely hot

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Well fucks? Get to it!

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as far as i’m concerned the perfect embodiment of the “more cake” concept are armand gifsets. i slammed the like button on at least 73 almost identical gifsets and i’ll keep doing so again and again, unable to resist and always as grateful as the first time

bless you gifsetters, i love you

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Eric 😭

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Hi. This is the Google Docs created to ask AMC to add Assad Zaman's name to the website as he deserves the recognition like others.I will later mail it to AMC. Share and repost if you can. Just spread the word in any way you can.

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the head tilt brothers

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adkshfjsdfh totally forgot to post this here! Things have been a hurricane, and I'm barely holding on, lads! I need, like. 3 business months off.

✨ Here it is! ✨

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Whenever I read a devil’s minion fic and think it’s one of the best fics I’ve ever read it’s always by you. They’re so good.

asjhfjshd omg I am swooning and flailing and twirling! You're so lovely, this is such an amazing compliment, I'm just sitting in front of my screen and chattering like a raccoon right now :D I hope you have a fantastic day, and I'm so happy you enjoy my fics <3

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university professors love to create the most fucked up pdf ever known to mankind. it's enrichment for them.

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WIP Wednesday

Yeah, so I was working on two other fics, like that Gardner heist one, but surprise, the muses blew in a different direction, so now it's this secret third option that I'm posting this weekend:

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“Fuck, I want you to eat me,” he says, because Armand eyes him speculatively like he’s a dessert menu. “Like, a bit literally.”

Armand chuckles, crawling slowly onto the bed, eyes just a little red in an entirely different way, and Daniel shivers. Yeah, he’s an apex predator now, but with Armand he’ll always be a bit prey.

“Behave, and I might,” Armand tells him lightly. “A little further down, please. I want you fully on your back.”

Daniel obliges so fucking fast it should be embarrassing.

“Good boy.”

Daniel is this close to whimpering.

Armand sits up, straddling Daniel’s lap; he has the posture of a ballet dancer; his shoulders are somehow both broad and angular, his chest would make a saint weep, and his waist is slim and dipped. Don’t get Daniel started on his thighs. His movements are fluid but somehow not orchestrated when he reaches towards his nightstand, picks up the coin again. He takes Daniel’s hand in his, tucks the coin in there, curls Daniel’s fingers around it.

“I need you to hold onto it for me,” he says, eyes like some harvest moon shit and X-Raying Daniel’s soul. “Can you do that for me?”

Oh, this is going to be one of their games, isn’t it.

Daniel nods, because all he wants to do with his granted eternity is do things for Armand.

“Yeah.”