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"I can teach you things you never knew, dearest. We can build a dream together."

Mal's curls tickle Ariadne's face, her hot breath on Ariadne's neck. Her fingers trace Ariadne's jugular vein, timing her pulse.

Ariadne tries not to flinch. Her whole body is screaming danger, danger, get away. She strains against the red silk rope, but it's too tight for her to manage an escape. The chairlegs wobble on the floor, but the chair remains upright.
you string me along. )
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Summary: The origins of everyone's totems. Featuring: Ariadne, Eames, Arthur, Yusuf, Mal, Cobb, and Saito.
Note/Warning: This fic is 7000+ words long. Contains drug use, people getting hurt, tops, gambling, and chess. Not in that order.

contains unknown objects. )
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No one ever gets the sky right when they're creating a dream.

This irks him, but not Mal. She laughs it off, saying it's the architect's job to design structures, not imagine skies. And he understands, it's true, people aren't concerned about skies in their level design. But understanding isn't the same thing as accepting.

So he tries to build a sky.
the sky is falling in. )
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Eames first meets Arthur on a relatively simple job. It's one that needs a skilled forger, and Eames is skilled, in the general region of the job, and terribly bored, so inevitably their paths cross.
control, control, control )
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Shizuo's in a cinema showing a godawful movie about aliens, and Celty is sandwiched between him and Shinra.

This is a departure from the normal, as it's usually just Shinra that invites Shizuo along to movies, but it's one of Celty's rare free afternoons, and tickets are cheap for matinees. Which is good, because Shizuo is perpetually cash-strapped.
a gift that you give to me - but no one knows. )
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Bring on the big guitars
You've got a prophet's name.
- "Gareth Brown Says", McLusky

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Izaya first finds out what his name means thanks to a school project. Their Japanese teacher has decided to make his lessons more applicable to his students' lives, and assigns them the homework of finding out what their name means, and telling the whole class the next day.
all of your tales are lies. )
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"RAAAAAAARRRGHHHH." Shizuo was clearly beyond rational thought, and was ready to hurl the swiveling chair out of the window.

With Izaya on it.

While Izaya loved the chair, she also loved living, and she gracefully vaulted out of the chair just as it crashed through the window. She pulled out her switchblade, but hid it behind her back, posing in a way that accentuated her ample chest. She tossed her head so that her fringe fell in her eyes and put her hands behind her back, looking as girlish and innocent as Orihara Izaya could look.

"Let's talk this over, Shizu-chan!" She chirped happily. "Good relationships depend on compromise and communication!"
do you love me like I love you? )
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This halo round my neck
Has torn out every stitch.
- "A Song for the Deaf", Queens of the Stone Age

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Harima Mika is sixteen, and going to start high school, and hopelessly in love with Yagiri Seiji. She loves pink, she's a bit of a stalker, and she's been in true love at least ten times.

As her head hits the wall, she thinks this might be the last.
loyal to only you. )
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[Come to my apartment. Need help with special situation. Will pay you overtime. Be prepared to stay overnight. No sex is involved, Namie, don't get your hopes up~~! Also, cancel all my appointments until Wednesday, thanks~~!]


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Namie walked into Izaya's apartment. He was wearing a long, red version of his usual coat, with pink fluffy trim around the collar, wrists and hem. He also seemed to have neglected his usual wearing of pants.
sugar! spice! and everything nice! )
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Izaya loves humanity. As a consequence, he's dedicated to its survival.

Only people who value life should live, lest they infect others.

He browses suicide forums at night, and feels sad. It's not caused by pity, but the fact that people like that can exist on his earth and take away his enjoyment just by being there - that's just saddening.

He doesn't think of what he does as cruel. If they were determined enough to live, they would do so. He's pruning the weeds.

He's just honing his skills, so he can try it on someone who actually matters.
much better you than I. )
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[Setton] My friend wants to cook for her...male friend, but she has no sense of taste.
[Setton] What should she do?
[Kanra] Uwaaaaa~ Setton has friends who aren't us? How surprising!
[Tanaka Taro] Maybe she could try curry? It's pretty easy to make.

addicted to curry!! )
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Summary: Alley sex. Izaya wants Shizuo, Shizuo wants Izaya dead. Izaya also wants to call Shizuo by inappropriate nicknames without Shizuo trying to kill him, but we can't always get what we want. Or can we?

Izaya's been running slower than usual, which is fucking fantastic, because that means that he won't be able to avoid the vending machine if he goes into the alley.
it makes me feel alive. )
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(Note: Imaginary future where almost everyone lives. Post-end-of-series, hopefully.)

Den is barking at something unseen. Winry cracks open her door hesitantly, and is surprised to find a corpse there. It appears to be accompanied by a panicked man in Xingese clothes carrying a toolbox, tentatively nudging the corpse with a toe. The corpse looks oddly familiar.

"Excuse me, are you...all right?" she ventures, only to be greeted by the horrifying sight of the corpse immediately sitting up and grinning at her.

"Ah, Miss Winry! I apologise, I am in the habit of fainting from hunger from time to time. I think Edward might have told you the specifics of our situation. This is the mechanic!"
i'm sure i used to be so free. )
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Note: I've only watched the anime. Also, for people who don't watch Bleach - soul-cutting swords in Bleach have two levels. The first is shikai, where the sword user learns the sword's name and unlocks a special ability. The level after this is bankai.

Erika neatly stacks the books in a bag after Walker wipes away the blood from the dustcovers.
cut me. )
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Spock is definitely drugged. Kirk doesn't know what caused it, maybe the food had some unexpected effect on Vulcan biology, but he seems to be the Vulcan equivalent of tipsy.

His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are bright, and he was even willing to let the chief negotiator smear the ceremonial paint on his face. There's an elaborate swirl of blue glittery paint on his cheek, spiralling down his neck, and Spock has to be drugged if he agreed to that, because Kirk doesn't want to think of the alternatives.
glitter mixed with rock and roll )
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Okay, I just got an Archive of Our Own account. I haven't heard much about it, but it was pretty good with importing my fic! And I like their tagging system.

This doesn't exactly change anything since I'll still post here first, but I guess it's handy to have backups and stuff!
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