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So, as I suddenly find myself with all the time in the world on my hands, I done made something in PS3--a 'book cover' of sorts for Subject Untitled, aka The Robot AU. The "binary" in the background is just me keymashing, but the red bidness says E0F5M3 because I am so clever. Thank you, internet stock images, for le DNA.

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From yet another awesome prompt on the TDKR meme.

consummation"You're mine now," Robin said, astride him still. He breathed, Bane's seed held warm inside his form. "This belongs to me." His chest was sweaty. He was beautiful in Bane's eyes, all of him shining in the firelight. The base, tight hold of his body on Bane's softening member was a part ( Read more... )

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So aya_no_hako is amazing as all should know, but FishieFish has been immortalized in amazing as of now.

This piece of amazing has been made! :D Check out all of aya's stuff, because you need it in your life. Especially the latest kitten!Arthur and Eames on tumblr!


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Tossing up the first part of 'the Robot AU' on AO3, with ginormous beta thanks to ey_up for Britpicking, fast reading, and general awesomeness. Moar beta acknowledgements to mikahaeli8 for further Britpickage and extensive comma-wrangling. And big thanks for an off-the-cuff yet-to-be-incorporated Welshpick from the inimitable whiskyrunner.

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In response to  http://tdkr-kink.livejournal.com/2798.html?thread=1554670&#t1554670

Twenty fucking vouchers. It's not a lot to ask.

Except it would be, but Blake's got kids to worry about. He's got that many kids and twenty'll barely cover them for three days, never mind the week. A voucher's good for two squares a day for two days unless you stretch ( Read more... )

A raven circled him once, then lit on the ground with grace that belied the weight borne on its great black wings. Tiny ice crystals formed under its clawed feet as it took one hopping step to come to rest near his arm. A faint chill colored the air as it leaned forward, cocking its head.

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This is just further proof I can't draw centaurs. Or horses, for that matter. That's kind of a given.


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