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hecksee · 8 months
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im learning i have an intense fondness for historical gays. modern gays are good, but theres just Something about historical queers that hit my brain. bonus points if they're from the 17th-19th century.
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jay-wasreblogging · 1 month
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Fanfic authors be like
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bogkeep · 1 year
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got ambushed by the sudden urge to draw one of my absolute favourite scenes from @cola-grey's wedding trifecta fic. (happy is not a character in the canon, she is cola's OC created for a highschool reunion fic, she is one of morgan's friends and works as an admin for the fairness association)
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angeart · 4 months
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fic recs
speaking of fanfic tropes, i was meaning to make a post about my absolutely favoritestest fics that live in my heart rent free.
in no particular order:
• you came at the brink of the end of the world
[AO3 link] - by anonymous
currently unfinished at 84k words and 21/? chapters
insane about this one. insane. it's beautifully written and scar calls grian trouble (best thing ever and nobody can convince me otherwise) and grian is a bundle of unknown magic and memory loss and trauma and it's just overall great. trust me.
this is from the official fic description:
[grian is falling from the sky, scar has more magic in his blood than he realized, and everyone else is so much better at seeing than they are]
tags include strangers to lovers, slow burn, hurt/comfort, memory alteration, pining, found family...
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• and like an arrow, you broke me down.
[AO3 link] - by mochiwrites
currently unfinished at 81k words and 14/? chapters
traumatised sad birb grian gets thrown straight from the grief of 3rd life into the middle of last life. of course the first thing he does is get away from southlands (martyn???) and beelines for scar. there's confusion and emotional damage and man. it hits hard and it's wonderful and i absolutely love this one. also a beautifully written fic (yes i'll say this for all of these bECAUSE THEY ARE!)
tags include angst, hurt/comfort, PTSD, survivor guilt, protective scar/grian, touch-starved scar, and canon typical things like violence and referenced suicide
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• closer to another shore
[AO3 link] - by remrose
currently finished at 56k words and 15/15 chapters
this one is sooo heartfelt and heartwrenching and sad and good and. it just makes you feel things. the way they delicately navigate around each other. the way it all goes up in flames anyway because they can't have it any other way. the way their steps keep bringing them inevitably back together.
scar and grian start as exes, with the circumstances of their break up murky and mysterious. and scar needs help, and grian offers himself.
there's a lot of pain and guilt and weakness (because how can they help but be weak towards each other?) it's wistful and tragic and hopeful. it's. it's something. (and did i mention it's beautifully written?) (it is) (just go read it really.)
(i'll also throw this bait at you. this bit. this: Grian was the absolute most infuriating man Scar knew. It was a shame he loved him to death.)
tags include soul bound, mating rituals, panic attacks and anxiety, hurt/comfort, chronic illness, insomnia, guilt, slow burn
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• lost in the dark (he's got a heavy heart)
[AO3 link] - by definitelynotshouting
currently unfinished at 51k words and 9/? chapters
this one. THIS ONE. gosh where do i even begin. there are some deep, raw, self destructive feelings here. grian is a watcher in the sense that he is a creature that feeds on emotions, and he's dangerous and starving, and things have gone so very wrong. he just doesn't want to hurt anyone ever again. he's going to do everything he can to take himself out of the picture just to prevent that. (yeah this one is HEAVY.)
the writing. the writing. it's so so so beautiful. i know i keep gushing about the same thing for all of these fics, but. there's something so intricate and pretty in the way the words are woven in this one. i'm absolutelly entraced by the language. it's so pretty.
this is the hunger au if any of you are familiar with that name.
like i said, this one is a whole different kind of heavy. tags include angst, hurt/comfort, suicide attempt, starvation, eating disorders, body horror, trauma, self-harm, injury... (the light at the end of the tunnel is the recovery tag mkay)
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if you go read any of them, make sure to look over AO3 ratings and warnings and tags for cw/tw stuff!
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swishyclang · 1 year
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s&d tier daemon au:
Morgan has an incredibly scruffy magpie (smart, adult magpies can't be gender-differentiated on sight, myths about stealing and hoarding shiny things)
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Barnaby has a coconut octopus (good at problem-solving, masters of escape and disguise)
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yes Kotetsu is an octopus now, don't @ me
Ohio has an african grey parrot (large vocabulary, good at spatial reasoning, secretive, curious)
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and Alex? their daemon never settled, but the public thinks it's a dragon. obviously.
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zeestarfishalien · 2 years
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So ya know the hc where pics of Danny/phantom all come out blurry? Imagine the possibilities!!! The trio (possibly plus/minus Jazz) competing to see who can take the most hilarious picture of our fav half ghost boi. Possibly both in and out of Phantom form if you want to go the any pics of him all come out blurry route.
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moregraceful · 8 days
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i was gonna watch the vgk-dal game to bandwagon the stars but then i realized that if i have to see hertl in that jersey even once it's literally my last day, and also mike grier's last day, on planet earth, so.
#KELLY MCCRIMMON I HOPE THE CEILING FAN FALLS ON U#pulling a dq and telling people to just throw me off a bridge honestly#i usually try to have a value-neutral position on teams idc abt but the hertl trade made me blacklist every possible variation of the#team's name and lb and every associated tag so. sorry. lol coming out of my cage and i'm not doing fine#i wrote robo/nick s instead#2.3k and nothing happens in it#they literally go drink boba and yearn for manju but the manju shop is closed#also have been given some valuable feedback. there are cities in which people recognize hockey players in the wild?? that happens in#quebec??? god imagine seeing and recognizing nick suzuki in the grocery store i would just leave#imagine seeing a shark in the grocery store i would not even notice i'd just be like get out of my way you're blocking the kombucha#so i have to do some rewriting anyway bc a chunk of the fic is like has nick suzuki ever been recognized in his life. answer: yes!!!#i assume robo is not being recognized by non-hockey fans anyway lol dallas has american football baseball and basketball#the city got other concerns#i always laugh when canadians are like isn't hockey one of your big four sports 🤨#i'm like. tiers of american sports: 1: college basketball and college football. 2: football basketball and baseball. 2.5: hockey#u could put connor mcdavid in a grocery store and people would be like get this guy's ass out of the fruit section he's killing the vibe#i spent 20 hours at church over the weekend guys and i refused to read or answer a single email from anyone associated with church#all day bc i was like i need a break from you people. but people started texting me instead i was like ....#didn't read or answer those either lol#i was gonna refill a queue tonight but a i just spent 45 minutes on these tags b i saw a picture of trea turner that got me in my 🥺#c was writing a touching tribute to manju and hot guys of which there are none in san jose (hot guys. there's plenty of manju#in san jose)#and now i am like. am i crazed enough to have an opinion on 150 posts in one hour??#let's find out lmao#fresno oilers.txt
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only-1-a · 11 months
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So, after not writing anything for like 5 years, my brain recently decided to spit out like 10 S and D Tier fics (coming to an ao3 near you soon). On the one hand, does anyone want to beta for me after I start cleaning them up? On the other hand, I need more canon references to “Jenny” as Alex’s ringtone now.
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tanoraqui · 1 year
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S&D Tier fic inspired by this video. unedited.
“Kiddo, we need to talk about something,” Alex said, and thought, Oh god, I’m turning onto my father. Parenthood was a mistake. I should scrap this all right now and pretend it never happened.
But Hawk was already abandoning its legos and scurrying over to where Alex stood in its bedroom doorway, looking up at them all expectant and a little nervous. (It didn’t project except deliberately; Alex had given themself zeranid-specific telepathy during the space war, for army-directing purposes, and only ever partly turned it off because being able to read your kid’s moods was really helpful in parenting, especially when your kid was an insectoid war machine that didn’t visibly emote like a human).
(Yeah, it was way too late to scrap this all and pretend it’d never happened. It’d pretty much been too late since Morgan first phrased “keep an eye on my core hivemind war machine” as “babysitting.”)
Hawk had scrambled up their body to perch on their head and peer down at them through bent eyestalks. It loved doing that with Alex, because most people couldn’t hold forty pounds of chitin and lethal claws on their head without wobbling.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re adorable.”
Alex patted it on the shell, then walked over to its bed, gently pried its claws out of their hair, and set it on the skateboard-patterned duvet beside them.
“Now, I know you were eavesdropping on my call with Diego earlier—”
I wasn’t! Hawk insisted, projecting innocence and injury.
“I’m an expert eavesdropper and I saw one of your spy drones in the vent,” Alex retorted. “Learn to spy better if you don’t want to get caught!”
Hawk drew its limbs in a couple inches, sulking. Alex scratched the base of its eyestalks reassuringly. This was why they planned on leaving this sort of Real Conversation With Our Kid mostly to Morgan—Morgan was better at reassuring! But obviously, Morgan couldn’t take this Real Conversation…
“I’m guessing you didn’t hear what Diego was saying too much, though?”
They kept scratching as Hawk begrudgingly shook its head.
I could hear her being angry. Do I still get to play with Ducky today?
Alright, time rip off the bandaid.
“Yes,” Alex promised. “But— Listen, you know how Morgan woke up screaming in the middle of the night last…7am today?” Which was like midnight for Morgan; even parenthood hadn’t changed that.
Uh-huh, said Hawk.
“And you know how you showed them that cool trick with the squirrel a couple days ago, you know, the one you told me about over dinner?” While Morgan looked faintly queasy and didn’t finish their food, man, Alex was kicking themself now; at the time they’d been too busy laughing and enthusing at the gory details and the little dance Hawk did to show how it had puppetted the squirrel corpse.
Yeah! Hawk’s limbs stretched back out and its eyestalks waved excitedly. I’m going to show Ducky at our playdate! I’m going to make one do the Macarena. That’s Ducky’s favorite dance.
“That’s hysterical,” Alex informed it. “Okay, but here’s the thing: you can’t let Ducky’s parents know, and you need to pay attention to if Ducky is getting scared while you show him—you remember what people are like when they’re scared?”
Hawk rolled their eyes both internally and externally. They smell nicer and I want to kill them more slowly.
“Hel– heck yeah,” said Alex. “So, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but if Ducky is getting scared, you should stop your super cool squirrel trick. Even if you haven’t made it dance yet. Because otherwise, Ducky might be the next one waking up with screaming nightmares, and then Diego really would cancel your next playdate, instead of just talking sh– trash.”
What?! Hawk reared up in dismay and affront, hissing in the way quadrillions of people on thousands of worlds had learned to fear. Why?
But it was a smart kid, so it immediately connected the dots—the really important dots in this conversation; no offense, Ducky. It curled back in on itself unhappily. Did I make Morgan have a nightmare?
“Yeah,” Alex said bluntly. “And Morgan is never, ever going to admit it, because they love you so, so much, and they’d literally rather die rather than make you feel bad about anything you can do or want to do.”
Don’t kill Morgan’s parents, they reminded themself reflexively, to counter the other reflexive thoughts. Do not kill Morgan’s parents, do not kill Morgan’s parents, do not—
They gathered Hawk onto their lap and booped it just above the mandibles, to remind it that it was cute and loveable and to make sure they had its full attention.
“Morgan is stubborn like that, but Morgan is also squeamish,” they explained, in terms suited to a six-year-old. “Literally and morally. That means that when they see too much blood or wiggling internal organs or corpses used as toys or…any sort of killing, really… If they see that stuff up close, they start to feel sick. It’s very lame, I know it’s very lame, but that’s just how they are. So, because we love Morgan, there are rules of thumb—rules of claw, for you, I guess.”
Hawk projected rapt attention. Alex had noticed at some point years ago that every random monster they manifested now—not a power they used often, but it could be fun, eg, for space armies—instinctively adored Morgan as a default feature of their existence. It wasn’t a feature they felt any need to change.
They enumerated on their fingers.
“One, try not to take more than about fifteen seconds to kill a single living creature in front of Morgan, and no more than a minute for a group. If you want to take longer than that, or if it seems like you need to take longer than that, either drag your victim out of sight or drag Morgan away and come back later.
“Two, don’t play with or otherwise weaponize corpses for more than, like, casually throwing them at your enemies, in front of Morgan. Otherwise it’s fine! And Morgan doesn’t even mind if they’re watching you fight on tv. It’s just when they have to see it up close that they start to feel sick.”
I don’t want to make Morgan feel sick. Hawk wasn’t quite at the stage where a human child would be in tears—they were a ruthless killing machine, albeit one who was functionally a six-year-old with an increasingly healthy upbringing with loving parents. But it radiated distress, and hid its face in Alex’s midriff like Alex could shield it from every possible bad thing in the world. Which Alex could, obviously.
Can’t you just make them not get sick?
“Believe me, I’ve thought about it.” Alex sighed, and scratched it gently between the eyestalks again. “But then they wouldn’t be Morgan, you know?”
No! said Hawk, confused and annoyed.
“You will when you’re older,” Alex promised, with another mark on the Turning Into My Parents list.
Hawk critter-grumbled against Alex’s stomach. And Ducky will get sick, too?
“He might, he might not,” Alex said truthfully. “He’s pretty young, so he probably can’t conceptualize that you’re killing people yet, defiling their corpses, all that stuff. In which case, it’s way better to show him now, so he’ll get used to it early!”
Hawk sat back on Alex’s lap with a thoughtful twist of its eyestalks. And I can still show you, right?
“Oh fuck yeah!” said Alex. “I can’t believe you haven’t shown me yet! I love flesh puppets! No matter how your playdate with Ducky goes, you and I are going to the park again tomorrow so you can kill as many squirrels as you want.”
Hawk brightened even to the non–zeranid-telepathic eye. It mentally ran through the list of people who were in on the secret of their identity.
Can I show Barnaby and Ohio?
“Totally,” said Alex. “I want to watch you show Barnaby and Ohio. Please let me be there.”
Okay.
“Okay!” said Alex. He scratched the base of Hawk’s eyestalks again, briskly. “Good talk, champ.” Oh god, that was a pure Mom-ism. “By the way, Rule Three is all bets are off if you or Morgan, or Ducky, is in real danger. Then you should kill whoever and however you want until you’re safe—and full! No skipping meals!”
Hawk both telepathically projected and physically dramatized the rolling of eyes again. Alex and Morgan were raising one sarcastic kid. To be fair, the idea of skipping and not skipping meals did come up a lot in their household.
Speaking of…
“Speaking of, you’d better eat lunch before you go to Ducky’s, or Diego won’t get you guys ice cream at the park.” Alex scooped Hawk up in their arms and headed toward the kitchen. “How’s raw hamburger sound?”
Hawk chittered. With the blood of my enemies!
“Absolutely not,” said Alex. “And don’t try to tell me Morgan lets you drink that stuff—even they wouldn’t give Red Bull to a six-year-old.” Plain coffee, maybe, but not that monstrosity.
Yes they do! Hawk insisted.
“No they don’t.”
Yes they do!
“No they— This is a stupid argument.” They planted Hawk on the kitchen counter and spoke firmly. “You can have chocolate sauce on your hamburger, but no caffeine until you’re older.”
Okay! Hawk wasn’t the least bit dismayed by this result. In fact, it was outright satisfied.
Alex hid their proud grin by turning toward the fridge, wherein lay meat and chocolate sauce both. Their intuitive talent for slaughter and Morgan’s cunning—even if its best friend was a baby hero, their kid was going to fuck up so much shit!
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noogit9000 · 9 months
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Just finished @naffeclipse’s sleuth jesters and I am
feeling some feelings
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skulls-soul · 4 months
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When you see that “Simpering & Domestic” aswell as “scandalous & demanding” by Basic_Beth get a new chapter 👀
Listen, I don’t know what’s gonna happen in this chapter but I know that it’s going to end up ✨horny✨so I’m excited >:3
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eurovamp · 11 months
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“Whatcha mspainting today”
Werecheetah scout
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breadandblankets · 6 months
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CE Code Section 10: Grounding and Bonding
“Heh,” Morgan says, looking at where Alex is clutching at their hand for dear life. “Good thing that was low voltage.” Alex very distinctly wants to scream but they’re interrupted by the sound of a metal door popping open. Morgan’s face splits into a grin, shaking free of Alex’s grip they rush with their minions to grab what they came here for. ⚡⚡⚡ Or, Safety is not a joke, Morgan plays a little fast and loose, Alex is going more grey by the day
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bogkeep · 2 years
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"god, you suck at intros. why did i even ask you to do this" speaking of the "if you keep bringing me coffee every morning, i am gonna fall in love with you" video, i kind of wrote a fic around that the other day :v
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solange-lol · 1 year
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i cant bring myself to take down any of my old fics but blease they r so embarrasing...
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authenticcadence18 · 1 month
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Random thought: someone complimented my character writing in the brazilian telenovela non-canon ship fic I'm writing at the moment and I instantly thought about you saying that I was really good at nailing characterization at every fandom you knew that you'd seen me write in because it's my favorite fic compliment I've ever received and you're the best
AWWWWEEEEEEEE and it is SO TRUE you literally. are so dang good at characterization I love love love your stuff I love this for you !!!!! YOURE THE BEST
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