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  1. Rec *

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    Grace is put on cleaning duty and gets a mysterious fourth bag of vodka for his troubles.

    Rocky begrudgingly takes on the role of Designated Driver slash Space Blob Supervisor, and receives a different kind of gift in return.


    “Grace. What are you doing?”

    Grace's mouth, still smushed against my xenonite, curves upward: Contentment, happiness, satisfaction. Interesting, that it should be prone to smiling when made stupid by ethanol, but not so much when it gets stupid because of a lack of sleep.

    “‘s called a kiss, buddy. I‘m givin’ you. A kiss. ‘cause you're my best friend annnnd I like you. And y’nno what, you're actually pretty nice. When you’re not goin’ outta your way to be mean to me, that is.”

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    22 Jul 2026

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    “Rocky not explain question?” asked Adrian slowly.
    “Busy,” said Rocky, sheepish.
    “Had four years on ship.”
    “Busy then too.”
    Adrian skittered back and forth, which I think equated to a human throwing both hands up in exasperation. “With what question?”
    “Science!”
    “Whole time science question? Four years!”
    “Is much science in universe!”

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    Rocky has neglected to explain some very important cultural context to Grace.

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    21 Jul 2026

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    “Yeah, I’m a fucking idiot,” Vox growled. “Sometimes I care about people, okay? That’s normal. That what you do when you’re a person and not just a psychopathic caricature. But I suggest you leave me the fuck alone about it and think about declaring a temporary truce, because we’re both stuck in this room, and your inhibitions are going to be just as lowered as mine.”

    “Oh, I’m well aware,” Alastor drawled, and let his legs fall open, revealing that he was every bit as hard as Vox was right now. He dragged his fingers delicately up the thick ridge straining against his pants as Vox’s pulse roared in his ears. “What sort of truce do you have in mind?”

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    Or: a deer demon and a guy with a TV for a head get dosed with sex pollen, and then things start getting a little weird.

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    Or: two psychopaths fail their way into a mutually satisfying relationship, while the author fails to write a one-shot

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    01 Feb 2026

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    10 Jan 2026

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    Alastor decides to indulge Vox's obvious psychosexual obsession with him—for the sake of curiosity and entertainment, of course! As these things go, it is not very long at all before everything...escalates.

    Or: Kink, self-discovery, and Alastor accidentally digging himself into a hole labeled "Oh, fuck, when did I start caring?"

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    02 Jan 2026