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Ivan’s muttering some monologue about lessening the exposure of pathogenic materials to mucus membranes and Till can almost pretend for a half a second that this isn’t a weird sex thing. They cut your clothes off in the ER, right? Probably they don’t jerk you off in the shower afterward, though.
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Or Ivan and Till in the zombie apocalypse
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07 Jul 2025
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The top three promo video from his season is playing on loop on the big screen, sound muted. It’s surreal seeing himself playing along with his idea of rebellion, so childishly shortsighted. Till's mouth tightens when he sees Luka; he looks away before he can see anyone else. The room is a laboratory, sterile and motionless. Beneath the big screen are many smaller ones, filled with quickly scrolling words, pictures, sheet music, choreography. Below that are two two vertical tubes, pale green slush suspending two tiny bodies. They would only need two, wouldn’t they? Top three and Luka’s still alive and kicking.
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There is something wrong with the children Till rescues.
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05 Jul 2025
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Ivan didn’t dignify his retort with an answer. His fingers brushed over the leather on his sheath.
“Touch him again,” Ivan’s voice came out flat. Not a threat. Not a request.
His thoughts reprimanded him; telling him not here, Ivan ignored it.
He just needed a reason.
Till sniffled, pain blooming into a headache as he cradled his forehead. Freddie cackled, finding his discomfort funny. He lunged forward, his arm shooting out ready to gather a fistful of Till’s hair.
Ivan got his reason.
His katana made a sharp, clean sound as it withdrew from his waist. It happened so fast, no one processed the motion–until Freddie’s arm was rolling on the floor and blood was gushing out of where it used to be.
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04 Jul 2025
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Till tried to bury the past, until Mizi brought Ivan back.
In a world of ruins and rebellion, Till isn’t sure if this is a second chance or just another kind of loss.
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04 Jul 2025
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Grief never truly leaves, but with time, it learns to exist beside joy.
Till stays beneath the evening sky, notebook in one hand, a child’s drawing in the other. Laughter echoes where screams had once filled the air. Children play, knowing that they no longer have to die to be seen.
A one-shot focusing on Till’s feelings after Karma.
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04 Jul 2025