4 Works by dyinglikelovers
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there’s no room in this life, there’s no room in the next by dyinglikelovers
Fandoms: Deltarune (Video Game)
24 Dec 2025
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The small deer nodded sleepily, going gladly into Dess's arms so she could carry her the short distance to her bed, just like she was a little kid again. An indecipherable emotion roared in Dess's chest. She felt the need to capture this moment, keep it in a jar, or a snow globe, and keep it safe forever. Keep both of them safe, here, in the glow of the television screen. Her chest ached.
A set of vignettes following December holiday across some of the days leading up to the disappearance.
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He knew that if it came to it, they could overpower him in a moment, and perhaps even banish him from existence, if they had to, the being laying on his lap in that moment felt small. It wasn't a wonderful day for them, eyes closed and skin dewy as their chest rose and fell with some labour. He brought his hands to their hair and slowly began to stroke it, tugging out knots and watching their face intently, memorising every eyelash, mole, and line. He was only grateful they laid themselves so bare to him. It was astonishing. If he was slightly less occupied, he would write down every detail.
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- Part 2 of deltarune prompt meme
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She coughed slightly, embarrassed at having been lost in thought. She was probably red a tomato, jeez.
"Uh, I'm not sure she's the running type." she cleared her throat. "Faha, and I'm not sure she'd willingly do anything school related. Um. Y'know."
Jockington waved his head around a bit, and she wasn't sure if he was nodding or shaking his head. "Uh, yeah, she is totally too cool, for, school. Bad Ass."
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- Part 1 of deltarune prompt meme
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Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost, where is the love by dyinglikelovers
Fandoms: Panic! at the Disco
08 Apr 2025
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Their elbows and knees and hips dig into each other, verging on uncomfortable. Ryan imagines inching closer, digging his hip in a bit more, to see if it hurts, but doesn’t.
The only noises are those of the magazine pages being softly turned, the rustling of clothing when one of them shifts or readjusts, and their breathing. Ryan’s gaze drifts down to Brendon’s chest. It rises evenly, in, out, in and out.