Disgruntled_Rat
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we've got a story (a dotted line) by Disgruntled_Rat for squeobat613
Fandoms: Shoot From The Hip Sketches, Never Give Annabelle A Gun - Shoot From The Hip Sketch
29 Dec 2025
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It began, like it ended, in Butch’s front yard. The place they had met, the place they had become friends, and now the place where they became more. The place where their story began.
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Our House is a Very, Very, Very Fine House by FreeFallLand
Fandoms: Never Give Annabelle A Gun - Shoot From The Hip Sketch, Shoot From The Hip Sketches
26 Dec 2025
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Annabelle tried to get her to dance—She always does. It makes Butch smile just to think of it, but it's a sad sort of smile. She knows she ain't got the kind of dancing feet that Annabelle does. That girl can just about fly when she's on the dance floor. Butch can barely even keep time.
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04 Jun 2026
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“I want to run away with you. Tonight. Right now. I want you to take me so far away from here that I forget everything about it. That I forget who we are, and who we were.” Jack felt his heart pound in his ears as Ralph stood up, his eyes full of tears for a reason that he hadn’t disclosed to the freckled boy yet. He’s certain he’d hear all about it on the train to wherever the fuck they were going to end up.
”Urm… Let me grab my shoes.”
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12 May 2026
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Piece of Heck LoTR Self-Insert Fic I Wrote When I Was 11 by Finwe_the_disappointed
Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien
22 Jul 2019
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After a dispute over the ideal means of production, 11-year-old me falls into Middle Earth. Basically the same plot as every falling-into-ME story ever, except I pretend to be a boy because I don’t trust Aragorn’s motives. Disclaimer: I was an idiot ok
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This work will be used to ensure all of the images I use in my fanfics still work. I doubt they'll stop working this time, so it is also just a simple collection of everything in one place.
The first chapter is a tutorial on how to put images into your own works and comments.
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He remembers, eyes squeezed shut against the swell of nausea and vertigo that claws through him, being not-quite-thirteen, and listening eagerly to Mr. Clarke explain the science behind dreams.
“Dreams,” he’d said, “are often seen as these sacred experiences, something that has to have a deeper meaning. We have centuries of examples of dream interpretation, the art of examining commonalities between different dreams to find a single interpretation.”
“The thing is,” he’d continued, “dreams are just your brain’s way of processing and regurgitating information; a fruit-salad of information, so-to-speak. Sure, it can mean something, but it’s more likely to be a random grab-bag of facts and feelings that you’ve come across in life.”
A fruit-salad of information. Here, in the dark bathroom at a little past three in the morning, Mike breathes carefully, and tries to dissect where the supposed ingredients of his fucked-up dream salad actually came from.
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Vecna is weak. Injured. He's still strong enough to hit the Party where it hurts.
Series
- Part 1 of this is where the worlds collide