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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Brood parasitism is a subclass of parasitism and phenomenon and behavioral pattern of animals that rely on others to raise their young. Just because a parasite leaves the nest doesn't mean it won't continue to feed.
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New vikjayce fic up! tma au style! ft. archivist!caitlyn, statement giver jayce, and stranger viktor! sure hope they have fun with their wacky hijinx!!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The swingset he had sat on to stargaze was one of the few things of this new world he understood. And Gordon guessed that was because, like him, it wasn’t new at all. The entire playground stood, an endless reminder of what had been lost. A symbol. A grief. A prayer. A promise.
It had remained. The swingset, rusted and broken and forced into complacency of horrors remained.
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freehoun oneshot, emotional hurt/comfort and gordon having a bad time! good ending, i promise :-) ft. companion art below
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
'I have a plan.' It was a simple enough sign, one that Spearmaster was... far too familiar with. One that typically ended in some sort of insane string of events that involved them running and getting a new pearl or a piece of flora that wasn't natural to Seven Red Suns' surrounding area.
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Chapter 5! Please mind the new tags and CWs! This one is quite a bit longer, but I am proud of it :-)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
But this was not a normal cycle. Moon could not feel her Can. She was not connected to her umbilical. Her neurons were flitting around aggressively, pushing against her face, concerned. She attempted speech, to calm them.
She chittered instead.
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or; The iterators wake up as slugcats
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It sighed, pushing itself and the pup through a freezing pipe, cold metal pushing in on it’s thick fur, smushing the pup against its back and under their thick fur. The pup stirred again, purring, finally deciding that the warmth of the Saint’s body was enough to savor, finally blinking sleep awake, mewling at the pressure surrounding him.
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Chapter 4 of TLWR has finally dropped, along with edits to the previous 3 chapters!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
As the roaring around them began dying down, they began feeling the individual drops of rain falling on them. Fat, full blobs of water landing on their nose, on their gills, on the water around them; the ripples that came through were entrancing, and their tail slightly wagged (out of their control, might they add) as they saw the rain continue to dissipate, before stopping entirely. There was some sort of light from somewhere, perhaps the sun, that warmed them and the pool they were in. Pearls strung on chains of gold bobbed up and down around them, bracelets and earrings and necklaces lined their body, all different colors standing out against their pale fur.
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Hello All! Chapter 3 is now out! Hope you enjoy :-)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
While small bits and bobs floated up around him, Pebbles strategized further. He would meet (or threaten) the group of Scavengers that lived in the old Metropolis, potentially he would explore- it would be… very interesting to see the lives that his Creators had lived. Then, of course, he would retrieve his Processing Unit, and cross the Bridge to Moon.
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Chapter 2 is (finally) up! Hope y'all enjoy
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"It's exciting. Exhilarating. Like you."
"You sure do know how to make a lady feel special, huh?"
"It's only the truth."
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A dincobb tma crossover fic. <3
