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  1. Public Bookmark 9

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    His ribs hurt. His neck aches. He reaches up slowly, eyes bleary and tugs at the edge of his jumper to rub at his collarbones.

    It feels nice.

    His skin is pulled taunt over his joints, and he can only breathe shakily with closed eyes as he tries to remember what this is for.

    He tries.

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    18 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 32

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    Burdens are hard carry. What would you do if not only were you tasked with protecting your family, but also the rest of the world? Could you cope with that?
    Leo has his own ways. They may not be "healthy" per se, but they keep him grounded enough to put a smile on his face and pretend that he has his shit together. He doesn't, though. Not on the inside. His mind is a dumpster fire, begging to be extinguished. But he can't share, or he risks burning the ones he loves in the process. Leo would sooner die by the blade of his own sword than risk the safety of his family.
    And that may just be the case.

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    18 Jul 2026

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    peak
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  3. Public Bookmark 64

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    Mob noticed the people around him backing away to clear a path, murmuring amongst themselves as a sickly yellow, bony hand entered Mob’s field of view.

    Mob looked up to a face that looked… wrong. Dark arched brows, a stretched and long face, and pitch black eyes stared back at him with a profound glee that was glaringly inappropriate for the situation Mob was in. (…) Something about the way he presented himself made Mob think of all the reasons Mob disliked clowns — the sheer vibrancy of the guy was enough to blind passerby.

    “Are you alright? You sure took a tumble there!” The young man chuckled, voice pleasant and warm and despite the inky void of nothingness resting within his eyes. It also sounded… disturbingly familiar, in a way that he didn’t want to place.

    Mob felt a little crazy with the parallels he was making in his mind.

    In which Mob ignores red flags like it's an olympic sport.

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    29 Jun 2026

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    4

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    "Mob," Verity starts, "who do you love?"

    "Who do I—? I…" Mob pauses for a moment. "I'm not telling you that."

    A moment.

    "Okay," Verity acquiescence, easily.

    -

    First, it seemed to happen slowly. Then, things happen all at once.

    The mod itself is having issues, he thinks.

    It reacts incorrectly. Verity acts oddly. More strangely than usual, more neurotic than recognizable.

    He indulges it.

    He has practice.

    He has nothing better to do.

    -

    When Verity comes through his monitor screen, he sure thinks he could have found something better to do. Now all there is to do is live with it.

    Verity possesses whoever is unfortunate enough to open the door.

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    27 Jun 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    super good writing and dynamic of unhealthy relationship

  5. Public Bookmark 82

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    Two months after transferring to Bellweather University, Mob has learned three things: the campus map is useless, economics is evil, and Verity—the beautiful, unnervingly attentive student council president—is always willing to help.

    There is only one condition.

    Mob has to ask properly.

    or: a very self-indulgent toxic yaoi transfer student Mob x council president nerd Verity college fic.

    ( non-chronological )

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    24 Jun 2026

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    Mob has been alone for too long... well, not literally. Verity is always there: watching, helping, answering, smiling from the foot of his bed. But after months of isolation, nightmares, and no one human left to touch— Mob is starting to feel like his own body is turning against him.

    Then one night, after a nightmare, he wakes up to a hand on his shoulder.

    It is not the yellow ball.

    It is Verity.

    Human-shaped, smiling, and waiting for Mob to ask properly.

    or: Verity reveals his third form, Mob is the first to survive long enough to see it; and touch-starvation makes consent complicated, humiliating... and very, very dangerous.

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    24 Jun 2026

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    1940s Hogwarts isn't ready for a banana-loving Harry, especially Tom's knights. (And maybe Tom, too.)

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    13 Jun 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    xDD

  8. Public Bookmark 94

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    After the hit sitcom ‘Eddsworld’ had been cancelled due to “creative differences” amongst the cast, the four friends split up and pursued their own careers. After years of lost contact, this year’s rising artist Tom meets again with Tord, a successful blockbuster actor; their relationship turns complicated when paparazzi captures the distant friends together in an afterparty.

    < Third person (limited) Tom POV, TomTord focused, Rating to change to Explicit, CW + TW in applicable chapters, thank you for reading! >

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    12 Jun 2026

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    ch 16

    literally every chapter is so fickin cute ch 6 is wjen it starts to get cute

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    When Harry finds Tom Riddle's diary he does not write 'Hello.' He does not write anything at all. He draws. Tom Riddle falls in love with the artwork.
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    Sketch by sketch, drawing by drawing, the ink Harry pours into the diary manifests as creations in Tom's monochrome world.

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    18 May 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    genuinely such a beautiful work that brings tears to my eyes with how emotional its words and descriptions are. ch 16 is about petunia learning to love and regret and it made me cry the entire chapter. ch 38 is about freds funeral is the pov of george and it hurts reading him turn to tell a joke to fred only for fred to no longer be there. this fic is heartbreakingly impactful.

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    When Seamus comes into the room he’s greeted by the site of the three of them cuddling on the bed.
     
    “Is this polyamory?” He asks semi-seriously.
     
    Ron shakes his head. “Platonic love.”
     
    Dean pokes his head in. “Oh, hey ‘Mione.”
     
    “Hey, Dean.”
     
    Neville wanders in and looks at the group. “Can I join?” He asks shyly. 
     
    Harry holds out his arms. “Get in here, Nev.”

    Ron says, “See, Harry? We’ll all give you hugs.”

    Seamus groans. “Speak for yourself. I certainly won’t.”

    --

    Fred and George were always a unit. The longest they were ever apart was the five minutes between Fred being sorted and George being sorted. In those five minutes. Fred sat on the stool and George watched his brother intently, fearing they’d be separated. Those were the scariest five minutes of their lives.

    Five minutes later, George walked to the Gryffindor table and Fred slid over with a wink. “ I was keeping this seat warm for you.”
     
    That was the longest they’d ever been apart until Fred...passed on.  George wants his whole family to talk about everything they miss with him but whenever he tries to talk about Fred, they all stop saying anything and only listen. 
     
    On the day of the funeral, George finds himself next to a sniffling Ginny. When she sees him next to her, she makes a terrible face and tries to swallow all her tears. She angrily wipes her eyes. “Sorry. Sorry. I know this must be – so much harder for you.”
     
    George grits his teeth. He has barely spoken for the last week. But he needs to speak now. He’s not the only person grieving. George’s voice comes out as a quiet croak. “I knew him better than you, Gin. That doesn’t mean – that doesn’t mean you loved him any less than I did.”
     
    She slips her hand into his as they watch Fred be lowered into the ground. Ron is sobbing into Harry’s shirt and Harry has trained his eyes to the sky. “No,” she agrees quietly, “I guess that's true.”

    --

    Sometimes George dreams of Fred. He can never remember the dreams in the morning, but he always feel warmer and better rested on those nights. All he has are flashes of red and a crooked-half grin.
     
    Sometimes, he thinks he hears Fred saying, “Take all the time you need. I’ll be up here, keeping your seat warm.”

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    Zanka is tasked with keeping Jabber from running too wild in his new position with the cleaners. Jabber is a ball of excess manic energy. Daily fights are a little unsustainable when there are trash beasts to be defeated on a moment’s notice.

    And since their relationship has been evolving, it's a no brainer. Jabber is a masochist. Zanka has a dominant streak. Easy peasy. It shouldn’t be too different from all the times before.

    Except, as usual, Zanka is a fucking wild card. Sex never felt hazy or vulnerable like this with any of the strangers that make up Jabber’s sexual history. Jabber is used to pain, but treated with roughness and care in equal measure is new and very disarming.

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    13 Apr 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    ch 20

    CH 6: SHES MY COLLAR

    CH 15:
    The window next to them is slammed open, glass pulled down by a set of thick gloves.

     

    “What are you doing here?” Rudo hisses.

     

    “Huhhh? We’re also on a date. Do you own this cafe?” Zanka drawls, delighting in messing with Rudo.

     

    “It’s not a date! It’s a hangout! We’re hanging out!”

     

    “Jabber, look! Amo bought dangly earrings!” Amo says, undeterred by their arrival.

     

    Jabber claps, while she shows them off.

     

    “More importantly, did you buy out all the sweets? What if I wanted cheesecake?” Zanka continues.

     

    “Then go somewhere else! Amo wanted to try the menu!”

     

    The waitress returns with their drinks. Their choices look very adult next to the dessert-laden table on the other side of the window.

     

    “Hmmm, but now that I’m here, I feel like you need a chaperone?”

     

    Rudo is rendered silent by anger.

     

    “Amo, look! Zanka bought me a plant!” Jabber says.

     

    “Cute!”

     

    She claps for the plant like he did for her earrings.

     

    Rudo slams the window shut. Zanka snickers. After a few sips of his tea, he knocks on the window.

     

    Amo pulls it back down and says, “Hello!”

    --

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    Zanka may not go to this school, but that’s never stopped people from inviting him to frat parties. They’re fun enough; free alcohol, hot guys, friendly people, music loud enough to forget everything, and just a touch of crazy.

    There’s only one problem: a pain in the ass by the name of Jabber Wonger, who he just can’t seem to stay away from.

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    09 Apr 2026

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    Hard work beats genius. Zanka is gonna tattoo that onto the sorry fuckin' hide of everyone who's ever doubted him, and he's gonna start with Jabber fuckin' Wonger. He's gonna prove he's nothing like that guy, or his shithead family.

    (The rush he feels at the sight of blood, at the sweet sound of agony, doesn't mean a thing.)

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    09 Apr 2026

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    🤗

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    Zanka runs into Jabber on a mission and they get into a fight.

    That’s what Enjin tells him to put on his report, at least.

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    08 Apr 2026

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    Back then, they hadn't been entirely sure exactly what visions Amo’s abilities played to her victims, but Riyo's face in particular when the illusion had broken had stuck with him.

    That woman's powers are real vicious, he remembers thinking to himself as he looked at Riyo’s crumpled form on the ground. Real vicious.

    Which is exactly why he hesitates to answer.

    Or, the one where Zanka discovers who he would've seen had he forgotten his mask back in Amo's tower, and how he deals with the consequences.

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    08 Apr 2026

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    🧛🏻‍♀️

  15. Public Bookmark 6

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    Outtake of what was supposed to be in "Wonder". Would have been after the segment where Leo thinks "Why be afraid of dying when no one can touch me?". Reading the original fic first is essential for context.

    Leo, upon gaining more and more confidence thanks to his solo patrols, pokes the bear he never meant to poke. It blows up in his face. Badly.

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    07 Apr 2026

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    The next three days are an absolute pain in the shell.

     

    Leo tries to avoid talking to his brothers (and April) for every single reason he can ever think of because they only have one topic of conversation: him. Leonardo Splinterson thinks that’s a horrible topic but it’s not like they’ll exactly let him switch it up so he’s taken to ignoring them and answering questions with other topics like the weather. However, that resulted in plenty of screaming matches at home and tons of pinches at school.

     

    That meant their dad caught on very quickly that something was wrong. Yet with Raph yelling up a storm while Leo simply commented on how his Fruit Loops tasted so good as a response, that meant their dad only saw them fighting and decided on his age old solution…

     

    The dreaded get along shirt.

     

    Thus, Leo switched tactics. They wanted him to talk? Fine! He’ll hiss and churr and chirp like the feral mutant turtle he is.

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    It’s September 18, 2008. Castiel is being deployed to rescue Dean Winchester from Hell.

    He lands in Dean Winchester’s motel room in 2003. Things go from there.

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    13 Mar 2026

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    the posessiveness is so peak

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    So, the first thing that happens is Castiel comes back.

    ~~~

    "Right," Dean says eventually, gruffly. He looks down at his shoes. "I'm not gonna tell you how to live your life, man. It's—you know, yours. Do your thing, love who you love, whatever. I can't really stop you from loving me, if that's what you've decided to do, but I don't—I can't—"

    "I know," Castiel murmurs, still just smiling a little, not looking heartbroken at all. "Don't worry about it, Dean, that's all I ask."

    "So we're—" Dean risks a glance up, swallowing thickly. "We're good?"

    Castiel hums. "We're good."

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    12 Mar 2026

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    cas complimenting dean and dean getting flustered

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    Dean’s your typical half-orphaned, monster-killing 22-year-old until a trenchcoated stranger crashes into his back windshield one September night, claiming he’s an angel that knows him from the future and that he’s on the run.

    Frigging fantastic.

    (Or, in which Castiel gets stuck in Dean’s timeline preseries and Dean kind of hates it—until he doesn’t.)

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    12 Mar 2026

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    Castiel’s not suspecting the attack, as she gives a soft huff and rolls into the blow, but with a quick maneuver, the back of Dean’s head is slammed into the tile floor. There’s a bright starburst behind his eyes, and he barely has time to breathe before he’s punched squarely in the mouth. He feels warm blood well up behind his teeth as he chokes, and Castiel grabs the front of his collar, hoisting him up.
                “I warned you not to defy me,” Castiel snarls, raising the long blade so it catches the fluorescents of the gas store.
                “Cas,” Dean gasps, the tinny taste of blood in his throat. “Please—don’t.”
                Castiel hesitates, just a quick breath of a second, but through his hazy vision, Dean catches the distinct flash of emotion in her eyes.
                Curiosity.

    --

                "Dean,” Cas murmurs, nipping at the soft flesh of his inner thigh. “Dean.”
                "Cas,” Dean echoes, tipping his head back against the bedframe, giving himself over.
                “Dean,” Cas says, more insistently, and the tone is way wrong for sex—no gentleness, all urgency. The warmth and sensations coursing through him instantly recede, like Cas had pulled off.
                Dean’s being jostled now, too abrupt, and his eyes fly open.
                “Dean,” Cas is saying, shaking him with a concerned expression.
                “What?” Dean splutters, grappling in a panic for cover and breathing a silent thank you to Jesus or Buddha or whoever that the blanket’s still thrown over him.
                “You were having a nightmare,” Cas says, a small crease between his eyebrows. The room is dusty blue with dusk now—the sun’s already gone down. “You were calling for me so I thought I should wake you up.”
                “Bluh,” Dean says, articulately. “Uh, yeah man. Thanks.”
                Cas nods, searching his face more closely, the warmth of his hand on Dean’s shoulder still a soft presence. Dean’s face is practically blazing with embarrassment, and he’s grateful for the dark cast of the room.
                “Is everything okay?” Cas asks, taking back his hand.
                “Yeah, I’m fine. Seriously.” Dean’s about a half-second away from crawling under the blanket and never resurfacing. He feels like a dog with its tail between its legs.
                “Okay,” Cas says, taking a step back before he frowns. “Although I’m somewhat surprised you weren’t calling for Sam.”
                Dean chokes out some mixed noise of laughter and horror. “Uh. Yeah, me too.”

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    "And we should believe such danger looms so close just because you said so…" Satoru pleasantly smiles, "why, exactly?"

    Itadori absently stirs his tea. He has yet to drink any of it. "Because the other choice is to look the other way and have everything be destroyed."

    The curious case of Itadori Yuuji: the boy who suddenly gains mastery of jujutsu overnight, who knows too much about things he shouldn't, and who talks to everyone like he's conversing with ghosts.

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    11 Mar 2026

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    5

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    "My love is not a cradle," Okkotsu says. His long, pale fingers pull his sleeves, still dusted with flour, back down to cover his forearms. "It's a noose. You understand, don't you, Yuuji?"

    He lifts his head and finally meets Yuuji's eyes with his own. They are as blue as ever, but the emotion swirling within them...

    It reminds Yuuji of the bottom of an empty well.

    [or: Yuuji meets a mysterious second-year two weeks before he dies and can’t stop thinking about him. It all goes downhill from there.]

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    26 Feb 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    smothering love

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