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"I don't much care about singing," Ivan had told Till once, during those years his hair still remained unparted. "But when Till sings, I think I understand why all of this has to be about music."
(Or: Write the antonym of loneliness. Characteristics: Proper noun. 186 centimeters. Gone.)
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- Part 1 of etymology
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tried and tested methods for effectively handling a haunting by anumone_7
Fandoms: Alien Stage (Web Series)
20 Dec 2025
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Initially, your ghost may still be dressed in the well-ironed suit from the day of their burial, with a few specks of dirt here and there. You might have imagined him dressed like this in a different setting. A dance or a wedding. You placing his hand in someone else's, giving him away. Giving him away, you say, as if he were ever yours. Still, you would have liked to do your part, telling the story about the flower crowns, smiling in all the right places. He, soft-eyed in the crowd, hair parted to the side. Looking every bit like someone's handsome, loving son.
In the end, when you gave him away, he still looked as handsome. Perhaps it is a good thing that best man speeches can be made into eulogies with only a few edits.
(Or: There is a ghost at Ivan's doorstep, and it has a familiar face.)
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- Part 3 of etymology
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Babysitting, Which Is to Say, Sitting as Far Away as Possible From This Baby by fflyhigher, pinecow
Fandoms: Alien Stage (Web Series)
23 Sep 2025
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“Do you think Till baby likes the food?” Ivan asks.
Till wears a look of abject horror. “Please don’t call it that.”
“I should kill myself if he doesn’t.”
“This can’t be real,” Till whispers, face in his hands.
Something is happening here. It cannot be acknowledged out loud lest it play a role equivalent to a flammable gas leak.
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Ivan breathes a humorless laugh. "I don't know what it is you want from me."
Till furiously snaps back, "I want you to—" before cutting himself off. He takes a deep breath and relaxes his scrunched-up facial features before continuing, quieter. "I'm your best friend. I find you half passed out in some—fucked up garden that you've been coughing up for a year, and I'm freaking out because I don't know what's going on or—or if you'll be okay, and now that I know you're okay, the doctors are saying they can't let you go because you're too damn sick to be left alone!"
His lower lip quivers ever so slightly. Ivan, for his own sake, unfocuses his eyes until Till is only a shapeless blur of colors in the middle of a sea of hospital white.
"I'm your best friend," the blur repeats, breathlessly. "I want you to fucking say something to me."
Hanahaki disease is, quite famously, a condition born from love. Ivan is convinced that his case is the exception to this rule. And when each of his friends inevitably starts catching on to his quickly deteriorating health, everything goes spinning out of control.
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Determined to win a stupid bet by proving that Ivan doesn’t like him like that, Till embarks on a mission to repel Ivan in every way possible.
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