CheyanneChika

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  1. Marvel Cinematic Universe (22)
  2. Batman - All Media Types (15)
  3. Good Omens (TV) (14)
  4. Deadpool - All Media Types (13)
  5. Spider-Man - All Media Types (13)

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Recent series

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    In my desperation to get my (and my friends') wrangling bins into some sort of order, I have begun to write drabbles to suit it. These are those stories.

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    “There’s information coming out that the Centaur’s plane crashed on its way to Tampa.”

    The entire world tilts on its axis.

    For a moment Shane feels like he’s being burned alive, and then in an instant it’s just bitter cold; there’s ice in his veins, his lungs, his heart. God, his heart. Is it still beating? He can’t tell. Surely not. Surely, if Ilya were - if he were gone, then Shane’s heart would have fallen still. There would be nothing left for it to beat for.

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    16 Feb 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    https://www.ao3.icu/works/78318431

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    Once outside, he leaned forward and put his hand against the cold stone wall. His phone was still to his ear, the message still recording. 

    “Ilya. Please. Please. I can’t do this. I don’t know what to do. Please. You can’t be dead.” His voice broke on the word. “I love you. I love you so much. More than anything. I need to hear your voice. I need you to…I need you…I need you…fuck. Please Ilya, please.” 

    Shane took the phone away from his ear and held it between both hands as though he were praying. He realized he was on the floor and didn’t know how he got there. He was crying. He was fairly certain he was hyperventilating. 

    His brain was desperately trying to grab at anything. Any thread of logic. Any idea of what to do next. 

    I have to see him. 

    Yes. That made sense. Shane needed to get to Tampa. Now. He would go there. He would find Ilya. Ilya would be fine. They would be together. He would see him. Tell him how much he loved him. He had to go. He had to go now. 

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    OR: What if Ilya lost his phone during the emergency landing, Shane couldn't reach him, he panicked, and chartered a plane to Tampa to find him instead...

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    16 Feb 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    https://www.ao3.icu/works/76841241

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    Whatever wild, crazy power surge took out ART's systems and my inorganics also apparently started a countdown for ART's self destruct sequence. Great.
    Couldn't wait to drag my sorry ass to save both of our lives, though I had no idea how, and kick starting a ship like ART would probably kill me. Unless, you know, we blew up first.

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    30 Jan 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    https://www.ao3.icu/works/67287142

  4. Public Bookmark 18

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    «What are you doing?»

    I had to play stupid. I could NOT admit that I had been about to do terrible (probably sexual) things to ART's custom merch. I had to think quickly. I thought a little too quickly because I glanced around the room, saw the convenience area, and said the first thing that jumped into my head.

    "I'm - uh - FUCKING THE COFFEE MAKER!" I yelped, then slammed up the privacy baffle faster than I have ever slammed anything in my life.

    Maybe I shouldn't have played that stupid.

    Murderbot fucks a custom plush of ART and also a coffee maker.

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    15 Jan 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    https://www.ao3.icu/works/76911666

  5. Public Bookmark 78

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    When a terraforming inspection team from The Divarti Cluster is cut off from rescue by a deadly storm, they think the one team member from Preservation is foolish to expect a rescue. Dr. Ratthi knows that his friends will come get them no matter how bad the odds seem.

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    15 Jan 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    https://www.ao3.icu/works/75049126