MoRainbowDevil
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A unplanned road trip strands Robert and Chad in the desert after the Firebird breaks down miles from anywhere. With night closing in Robert begins to realize Chad isn't afraid of being stranded.
───☄─·✵·─☄───Nyctophobia — fear of the dark. Of spaces where nothing can be seen and every sound feels wrong. Fear sharp enough to make the fire spark, and the lingering dread of accidentally hurting someone just trying to get close.
───☄─·✵·─☄───The first sign was the sound.
A hitch in the V8's rumble. Small, barely there. Robert felt it through the bench seat before he heard it, a vibration that didn't match the road. The engine caught briefly and Chad checked the dash and nothing flagged, the gauges holding steady.
It came through the whole car, a tremor that started under the hood and traveled backward through the frame, rattling the rearview mirror and buzzing through the bench seat into Robert's spine. The engine note dropped and caught and dropped again, and the RPM needle twitched with it.
The Firebird shuddered harder and the engine coughed, flat and mechanical, and the speedometer began to slide, eighty down to seventy-five down to seventy.
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- Part 1 of Close to Catastrophe
Bookmarked by MoRainbowDevil
08 Jul 2026
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Flaming Honeypot — Dispatch Spy AU by BackflipIntoMyGrave (GreenBird), GreenBird
Fandom Dispatch (Video Game)
09 Jul 2026
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Bookmarked by MoRainbowDevil
03 Jul 2026
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"Waste of time," he mutters under his breath, giving the room a cursory glance. Dusty chair, dusty table—oh look, more dusty fucking furniture. Just like every other room he checked. "Haunted house. Keh. More like… filthy house. What, you've never been introduced to a fucking vacuum? Or a broom?"
The house does not answer. Coward.
((wherein a pissed off Flambae proves to be surprisingly effective against the eldritch (but not against feelings)))
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02 Jul 2026
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“Is this your way of telling me you want my undivided attention?” Robert asked. He reached up to touch Flambae’s face, tracing the line of his jaw. His eyes were clouded with lust. Flambae had him.
“So needy,” Robert taunted. “We’ll have to work on your communication skills.”
“How’s this for communication: Fuck you,” Flambae replied, a heat behind his words that wasn’t anger. It rarely was. Not anymore.
“Mm, no thanks,” Robert teased. “I’d rather fuck you.”
Bookmarked by MoRainbowDevil
13 Jan 2026
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“Flambae.” Robert’s eyes widen as he tries and fails to keep his voice from pitching with anxiety. He won’t beg over the group line, but it’s a close thing. “Flambae, I’m giving you an order. If you don’t wait for the others, I’m benching you.”
Robert can feel eyes on him; his coworkers must be turning at his audible distress, but he can only concern himself with the floor opening up beneath his shitty office chair and threatening to swallow him whole.
“Fuck you.” Flambae doubles down with real, tangible conviction.
When a red icon pops up alerting Robert that Flambae has turned his earpiece off, his ribs cave in on themselves. On screen, Flambae erupts and is gone in the blink of an eye.
Bookmarked by MoRainbowDevil
08 Jan 2026