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  1. Public Bookmark 16

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    Chance has always had Lady Luck on his side. Russian roulette? Child’s play.

    Winning big at the casino? Easy. But what he really wants isn’t money—it’s more time with his best best buddy!

    The problem was, Chance might be hopelessly in love, while Itrapped might only be after his cash.

     

     

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    Between gunfire and champagne, slow dances and stolen kisses, the line between friendship, love, and manipulation starts to blur.

    His perception of the truth and harsh reality blurring along with it.

    An Ichance fic

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    06 Sep 2025

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    “You dressed up for me, didn’t you?”

    The prince flushed instantly—cheeks warm, ears turning red beneath the fall of gold in his hair.

    “I—I did not,” he managed, far too quickly.

    The stranger froze.

    Only for a blink. A breath.

    And then—He howled. A laugh tore from his chest—loud and wild. Not the sly little chuckle he usually exhaled, but something full-bodied and absolutely delighted.

    “You—you actually did!” he gasped, clutching his stomach as if the absurdity physically hurt him. “Oh, witches, I was only teasing! I didn’t think—oh, you dumb, dumb prince!”

    Pure Vanilla, still very much crimson-faced, crossed his arms lightly, trying—and failing—not to let the corner of his mouth twitch.

    “I did not dress up for you,” he repeated, softer this time.

    The thief wiped the corner of his eye, breath hitching between the remains of his laughter. “Oh, please, don’t lie to me now, little prince. I’m already touched.” He sat up straighter, juggling his half-eaten apple as if he was a jester in mid act. “You waltzed into the woods looking almost like a bride, I mean! Witches! You’ve got enough metal on you to ransom a kingdom!"

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    20 Mar 2026

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    > HE’S ON THE NO FLY LIST
    > this college really just hires anyone
    > why did he imply fratricide in his email about cancelling class
    > He really said “you know how it goes” about being on the no fly list 

    A transcript of the class group chat from the fall semester of Dr. Stanford Pines' Physics I lecture.

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    15 Dec 2025

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    I’m sobbing 😭 so funny

  4. Public Bookmark 70

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    "You're weak" A familiar, deep, glitchy voice spoke from above him.

    He was faintly aware of footsteps approaching. "Just from one hit you're on your knees" 1x1x1x1x mocked, dragging his swords on the floor as he crept closer. "Whatever happened to your fighting spirit, oh great Telamon?" They tilted their head upwards to stare down at the weak form squirming.

    "I..." He wheezed out, squinting up at the killer through quick blinks. His vision was swimming, barely able to make out the killer's form and if they were standing still or creeping closer. "I'm bored" He chuckled (though it sounded like a sob) as blood trickled down his lips. "What's the point, right?" His eyes were able to stay open long enough to see 1x1x1x1x tilt their head and take the remark into consideration.

    Shedletsky had grown quite bored of the perpetuity of his life. What better way to break out of the repetition than to seek the help of 1x1x1x1x, who seemed to feel the same way?
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    Shedletsky somehow ends up braiding 1x1x1x1x's hair

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    08 Dec 2025

  5. Public Bookmark 77

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    Touching his fingertips to the page, Evbo traces the golden lines of his hair, meticulously drawn by a careful hand. The green of his irises shimmers faintly, iridescent from whatever pigment Seawatt had used.

    Do my eyes really shine like that?


    OR: After Seawatt's death, Evbo finds his sketchbook filled with countless drawings of him, and learns how he really saw him.

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    23 Nov 2025