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  <title>space dementia</title>
  <subtitle>space dementia</subtitle>
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    <name>space dementia</name>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-06-23:1652007:2119</id>
    <author>
      <name>Negan</name>
    </author>
    <dw:poster user="neganomics"/>
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    <title>Murder Papa 2.0</title>
    <published>2020-03-25T16:11:10Z</published>
    <updated>2020-03-25T16:11:10Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Posted by: &lt;span lj:user='neganomics' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'&gt;&lt;a href='https://neganomics.dreamwidth.org/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://neganomics.dreamwidth.org/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;neganomics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[ As the apocalypse wore on, it got harder and harder to do supply runs. That was why Negan had implemented his system. The Saviors protected people and in return got half of their shit. It seemed like a fair trade. But sometimes even half wasn't enough. Sometimes, the Saviors had to make supply runs of their own. And that was where they were at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this point, all the normal stores had basically been cleaned out. So one had to get creative, think outside the box. As the team split up to check different places within the town they drove to, Negan had his eye on a certain, ominous looking home. It was like something out of a goddamn horror movie. Somehow perfect for this setting with all the zombies littering the world, really. But Negan had a feeling he was going to find something &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; in this creepy as shit house -- if for no other reason than most people would be too damn perturbed to go in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucille rested against his shoulder, ready to swing at anything that came her way as he kicked open the door -- whistling into the stale, stagnant air in order to draw any hidden walkers out. Might as well bash some heads in from the get-go rather than be interrupted when he started &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; rooting through the place. ]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=spacedementia&amp;ditemid=2119" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-06-23:1652007:1930</id>
    <author>
      <name>Herr Klaus Helmut Starr</name>
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    <dw:poster user="herrstory"/>
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    <title>Family Reunions</title>
    <published>2019-08-02T03:16:05Z</published>
    <updated>2019-08-02T03:16:05Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Posted by: &lt;span lj:user='herrstory' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'&gt;&lt;a href='https://herrstory.dreamwidth.org/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://herrstory.dreamwidth.org/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;herrstory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[ Inevitably, Herr Starr had returned to his world -- leaving behind a universe of powers and a secondary messiah to go back home. Of course, things did not go according to plan back home either. Jesse Custer would not be his messiah. But after the death of the Allfather, the Grail now belonged to him. Leading the world's most powerful organization gave Herr Starr access to things. He was recruiting for his upcoming war and he needed power on his side. Power and soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starr sat at his desk, idly going through various files directly from the depths of hell (they were indebted to him, after all). These were files of souls that belonged to them or would eventually belong to them. But as he added a few more files to the ever growing rejection pile, he stumbled across one that gave him pause. One that caused his brow to twitch from memories forgotten. One he could not get out of his head even days after seeing the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tate Langdon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He obsessed over it in his free time. He obsessed over it at night when he tried to sleep. He obsessed over it even while he boredly jerked off. Why did the name sound so familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eventually those obsessive thoughts chipped away at the dam that sealed off his memories. Eventually, the floodgates opened and Starr practically drowned in this returned knowledge. Tate Langdon...the boy in Chilton's employ. &lt;i&gt;Starr's&lt;/i&gt; boy. His right hand. One of the only goddamn people in the world who understood his vision. One of the only people he actually needed. Starr &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to get to him. Hadn't he once sworn if the porter had stolen Tate, he would go to his world and drag him back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was exactly what he decided to do. Hell made it easy, being an interdimensional hotspot with gateways to various worlds. Taking a few operatives along with him for the journey, it didn't take long for Starr to track down Tate's whereabouts -- there were specialized tools that allowed them to locate lost souls, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with relatively few casualties along the way, Starr reached Tate's home. He drew in a breath. Here it was. Finally. After kicking open the door, he dismissed the rest of the operatives with him, preferring to proceed alone. He might actually smile upon seeing &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; boy again, and he would have to murder everyone if they saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starr wandered inside aimlessly, swiping a finger along a piece of shelving in passing and wrinkling his nose at the fine layer of dust. ]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tate? Tate. As your superior, I command you to report in at once. Even if you are masturbating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=spacedementia&amp;ditemid=1930" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-06-23:1652007:1550</id>
    <author>
      <name>Petyr "Littlefinger" Baelish</name>
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    <dw:poster user="baetiful"/>
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    <title>Clonenanigans</title>
    <published>2017-08-05T19:05:50Z</published>
    <updated>2017-08-05T19:05:50Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Posted by: &lt;span lj:user='baetiful' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'&gt;&lt;a href='https://baetiful.dreamwidth.org/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://baetiful.dreamwidth.org/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;baetiful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only two people Baelish goes to tell he's leaving. Sam Merlotte -- making sure to give him a hearty congratulations on his victory. And Haen -- telling her he will see her in the morning and may require her help with something then. Otherwise, he makes it out with relatively little interference and is surprised to see Rincewind is there, still waiting for him. The flighty wizard hasn't taken the opportunity to escape and that's yet another red flag on top of the many red flags that things aren't as they should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry to keep you waiting..." Petyr says more out of courtesy than any real apology. Their ride pulls up to the front of the building -- a classy car that's not quite a limo, but still does have cozy seating and refreshments offered. Petyr Baelish always travels in style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll take it to the porter and there will be another waiting for us to bring us to the club." As they approach the car, the driver opens the back door up for them and Baelish gestures for Rincewind to climb in first, sparing a wary glance over his shoulder and wondering, for the briefest of moments, if this is a mistake. But he swallows his doubt and follows Rincewind inside, sealing them together in the dark back seat of the vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=spacedementia&amp;ditemid=1550" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-06-23:1652007:1280</id>
    <author>
      <name>prettygodly</name>
    </author>
    <dw:poster user="prettygodly"/>
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    <title>Soul Campaign AU</title>
    <published>2013-09-29T12:58:50Z</published>
    <updated>2013-09-29T12:58:50Z</updated>
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    <dw:reply-count>48</dw:reply-count>
    <content type="html">Posted by: &lt;span lj:user='prettygodly' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'&gt;&lt;a href='https://prettygodly.dreamwidth.org/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://prettygodly.dreamwidth.org/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;prettygodly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world where the sun tends to always have a smile and madness is just a side effect in a war against witches where the good guys have people who can turn into weapons, and meisters who are the only ones fit to use them, there was once a little accident. Death the Kid made a wish to save their world and win their war -- and BREW, a machine that made wishes come true, opened the gateway to new worlds -- pulling people from other universes into their own. Shibusen, once an elite school for those with talent in their own world, had to open its doors to the sometimes ungrateful, but largely inexperienced new group of meisters and weapons. At first it was a nightmare, but then it became an asset. Some of these guests were trouble in their own right, but sometimes that trouble was worth it considering how their numbers had doubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The war effort would take a long time to draw to a close, but one thing was for certain. Shibusen really owed a lot of their successes to their guest teams of weapons and meisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[ OOC: this is a Soul Campaign AU because damnit I've missed this game. Anything goes! We can play just a normal day in the life, to an unlikely partnership, to the ending of the war and people saying their goodbyes. I'll put all my characters who were once in the game in the comments, but it's not limited to them! If anyone would want to play with someone else in this universe -- my muse list is &lt;a href="http://spacedementia.dreamwidth.org/506.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Feel free to suggest anyone! ]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=spacedementia&amp;ditemid=1280" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-06-23:1652007:1027</id>
    <author>
      <name>Yagami Light</name>
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    <dw:poster user="signhere"/>
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    <title>Post Death Note AU (Light/Yako)</title>
    <published>2013-03-25T02:01:34Z</published>
    <updated>2013-03-25T02:01:34Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Posted by: &lt;span lj:user='signhere' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'&gt;&lt;a href='https://signhere.dreamwidth.org/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://signhere.dreamwidth.org/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;signhere&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world had been his until it slipped through his fingers and this was something that plagued Yagami Light aka Kira as he sat in solitary confinement. A god trapped within a six by eight foot cell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first several weeks he had filled with yelling, a volatile rage directed at whoever would listen about how they couldn't do this to him; how the world needed him; how because of them the world would go to shit. But eventually Light tired himself out and settled for contemplative silence. He was still alive. The death note was still within this world, albeit secured to the highest degree. But all was not a loss. Perhaps even law enforcement had recognized that there may come a time when he would be needed. Perhaps it was just a matter of him waiting for the perfect opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, the spoiled and superficially well-mannered young man had reverted to just that. Quiet, mild-mannered when spoken to, and not nearly as troublesome as he had been at the beginning of his sentence. For Light, being confined was the worst thing that could have happened, but he also understood the judicial system was flawed. It was because of their flaws that he was still alive; they wouldn't execute him because it's exactly what Kira had done to bring salvation to the world. Even his captor wasn't without her flaws. He had underestimated Yako. He'd become careless and arrogant and thought himself above the young detective, hardly recognizing her for the formidable foe she was. But Yako was also a young woman with whom he had shared many intellectually stimulating conversations -- a young woman who could understand his view point and now that no pretenses were being put up, could perhaps be won over to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing was -- he hadn't seen her since the day he was convicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light glanced up when he heard the approach of foot steps and the rattle of keys. Someone was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=spacedementia&amp;ditemid=1027" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-06-23:1652007:973</id>
    <author>
      <name>rapunzel</name>
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    <dw:poster user="sundripped"/>
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    <title>Fairy Tale AU (Utena &amp; Rapunzel)</title>
    <published>2012-07-31T15:31:34Z</published>
    <updated>2012-07-31T15:31:34Z</updated>
    <dw:security>public</dw:security>
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    <content type="html">Posted by: &lt;span lj:user='sundripped' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'&gt;&lt;a href='https://sundripped.dreamwidth.org/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://sundripped.dreamwidth.org/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sundripped&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning had been disappointing to say the least. After all the courage it took to ask her mother to take her to see the lights on her birthday, being shot down really took the wind out of her sails. She spared one longing look toward her painted image of that one special day before lowering her head, "Come on, Pascal. Mother should be coming back soon." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rising to her feet and collecting her hair, she dragged herself to the window -- pushing the shudders open and feeling the crisp, cool wind on her face. "Maybe staying up in the tower won't be so bad, right?" She laughed, but it was forced -- a means of trying to cheer herself up. "I mean, what's another birthday doing the same exact thing? It's not that I mind all that much. We could even play checkers..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even as she said it, her gaze went to the distance where the gleaming lights would go off in just a couple of days and she sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=spacedementia&amp;ditemid=973" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-06-23:1652007:542</id>
    <author>
      <name>Okita Sougo</name>
    </author>
    <dw:poster user="sadoslash"/>
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    <title>OPEN POST</title>
    <published>2012-06-24T01:55:47Z</published>
    <updated>2012-06-24T01:55:47Z</updated>
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    <dw:security>public</dw:security>
    <dw:reply-count>212</dw:reply-count>
    <content type="html">Posted by: &lt;span lj:user='sadoslash' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'&gt;&lt;a href='https://sadoslash.dreamwidth.org/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://sadoslash.dreamwidth.org/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sadoslash&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to play with me but don't want to bother plotting out a scenario? This post is for you! Just let me know what &lt;a href="http://spacedementia.dreamwidth.org/506.html#cutid1"&gt;muse you want&lt;/a&gt; and set up any old thing! Or if you want to just leave your comment blank but pick the characters and let me set something up, that's fine too! I may at some point find one of those random scenario memes and jack it, but for now I'll leave it at this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=spacedementia&amp;ditemid=542" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-06-23:1652007:506</id>
    <author>
      <name>Okita Sougo</name>
    </author>
    <dw:poster user="sadoslash"/>
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    <title>Muse List</title>
    <published>2012-06-23T18:07:51Z</published>
    <updated>2016-07-27T19:34:39Z</updated>
    <category term="muse list"/>
    <dw:security>public</dw:security>
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    <content type="html">Posted by: &lt;span lj:user='sadoslash' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'&gt;&lt;a href='https://sadoslash.dreamwidth.org/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://sadoslash.dreamwidth.org/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sadoslash&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://spacedementia.dreamwidth.org/506.html#cutid1"&gt;follow the cut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=spacedementia&amp;ditemid=506" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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