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ravenpuffheadcanons · 5 months
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The Face of All the World is Changed
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Author: EstellaB (@ravenpuffheadcanons)
Relationships: Leo Fitz & Jemma Simmons, Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons, Jemma Simmons & Daisy Johnson, Jemma Simmons & Anne Weaver, Leo Fitz & Holden Radcliffe
Summary: Miss Simmons, aged 22, wants what any sensible young lady wants: a laboratory where she can study the stages of decay, a subscription to a circulating academic library, and for her parents to stop making difficulties about that misunderstanding with the livers. When her father announces that he’s moving the family far away from their home in Cambridge, she fears that her already slim chances of contributing to scientific progress will vanish forever. Perhaps, however, the cosmos has something rather different in mind.
Chapter 25: The Spinster's Mite is up now, or start from the beginning!
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letraspal · 11 months
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🦭 Read chapter 5 of “A gift from the propheseals” by @skeedelvee on AO3 🦭
Baz is home and healing, and needs some reassurance that this is all real.
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aroaessidhe · 3 days
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2024 reads / storygraph
Compound Fracture
YA thriller set in rural West Virginia
follows an autistic trans boy who survives being almost killed by the Sheriff’s son after a party, and accidentally kills one of the boys who hurt him when he tries to get back at him
and is pulled head-first back into the 100 year old feud between his & the sheriff’s families, that began when his great-great grandfather was executed after inciting a miner’s rebellion, the grandfather whose ghost has started to haunt him
community & family & socialist revolution
aro-questioning MC
arc from netgalley, out september 3
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evansbby · 9 months
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POYT 5 currently…
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grasslandgirl · 3 months
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noble pining gdoc broke 150k words tonight 🫡 abt 4k of that is notes/planning/formatting and not like. actual prose but uhhh. still!
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pawsitivevibe · 5 months
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Finished Baldur's Gate 😭😭😭😭😭
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alangdorf · 1 year
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Yessssss the legs are done so I can finish stuff that‘s not just boss fight second phase and the immediate aftermath now!! So here’s the normal Magolor ref. The prosthetic design was a commission from lovely friend Cozzymandias (@cozzymandiesque on twt I believe) who designs and draws a lot of mechs, check him out!
#art#digital#kirby#kirby gijinka#magolor#for further context see my previous post#also sorry I had to explode him a little bit I didn't feel like adding another column just for the legs without plating#and I didn't feel like drawing the legs from the back either so I comporomised#the traitor magolor/EX piece is almost done just gotta color the legs and tweak some things#I tried to design the legs myself at first but they were not very good and then I remembered I have a friend who does mech commissions#and I've been on the lookout for a solid excuse to commission a friend for a while anyways#very happy with the results#I love how the hips are so cool but literally nobody is ever going to see them#this is like wearing heart-print boxers. To him#oh and the plating is also held on with magn- I mean magic so that during the Epilogue some pieces can either be lost#or he just doesn't have enough magic to spare to keep all of them on#I like how the legs look at a glance like they could be fully mechanical but they barely are at all. It's all about facades with Maggie#although in Deluxe it's not really much of a secret that he's a wizard#that's also why they're made to look like cat legs#because I decided the Ancients are actual catboys LOL#I don't know why he lost his legs btw I just though prosthetics would be nice for all the logistical and character and aesthetic reasons#he can still fly/levitate without them btw it's just less taxing this way and he doesn't have to have his wings out. Win-win!#will add the alt text in a minute the mobile app was just being weird about not saving or posting my draft and I dunno how to add it desktop#alt text in reblogs now cause it was continuing to be weird
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the-kipsabian · 5 months
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im gonna finish this fic before i sleep or im gonna die trying i swear to fuck
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.:Chapter 51: The Path to Bring Them All to Light:.
Summary: Day of the Great Devourer, THE FINALE (FINALLY)
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toybeluga · 1 year
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Roy stared for a moment, then refocused. "Jason. Can you wait in the bedroom for a second?" "Are you serious?” asked Jason, offended, and Roy gave him a flat look. "Jay. Please." Jason stalked off to the bedroom and slammed the door. Roy sighed and turned back to Ollie. "Ollie. Thanks for coming by. This was a shitshow. I'll come by Star in a few weeks and we can catch up, but before then, can you please, please, please recognize that I like Jason a lot, and you actually like Jason a lot more than Jade, who, by the way, your disapproval did not stop me from marrying and having a child with, so can you take this as a win and stop fighting my boyfriend. Please do not fight my boyfriend. Please do whatever fucking processing you need to do so that you do not fight my boyfriend."
Holding Steady Ch. 9! Gettin’ towards the end of this one, folks
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invinciblerodent · 10 days
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getting a little bit obsessed with my "cottagecore throuple" here, because the more I think about it, the more disgustingly perfect and idyllic the whole thing is to me.
like... post-game, I like to imagine Shadowheart absolutely thriving. She's a city girl with a deep love for animals, and spotty- to nil memories, most of which are of the worst things to have ever happened in a dank torture-basement: of course a sweet, picturesque forest cottage (so far I like to think that Petyr would call it "The Hovel", even though it's by all means a cozy, nice hunter's lodge) would have her downright giddy, and she deserves every ounce of that happiness ever.
As I imagine it, when not enthusiastically learning all there is to learn about the quasi-self-sustaining life (that she had dropped herself into by shacking up with a literal forest ranger), she spends as much time outside as possible: walks barefoot in the tall grass, stops to smell every flower (and even plants quite a few, just by the vegetables), and lays in the soft underbrush for hours at a time- enjoying the sunlight caressing her face, enjoying a nice novel (and/or a cuddle with Scratch, the cub, or her boyfriend once he sits down for a moment), or just gazing up at the moon and stars in silent worship. She makes friends with every animal that crosses her path, too: SO many potions of animal speaking are consumed, it's absurd. (She's best friends with the chickens. Petyr has to start farming acorn truffles in the basement for her, and that even proves actually very lucrative- in town, that shit sells for like 10-20 gold a pop.)
She'd of course bring home everything that'll let her. Little wildflower bouquets and stuff at first, but also every critter: from juvenile racoons just weaned from their mothers (they look almost like kittens! how cute!), to elderly foxes that just want to curl up in front of the fire and warm their bones somewhere safe for a moment. She's having the time of her goddamn life, she's learning a shitton of life skills she was never taught (finally learning things not meant to make her better at hurting people!), and generally enjoying a life that, while still plagued by remnants of the past (night terrors, perpetrator trauma, loss, grief, pains both suffered and inflicted, all that great stuff), has her feeling actually content with her lot in it.
And with all this, Petyr is... very business as usual, or at least he's trying to pretend that he is. Having someone in what was his space for like 20 years is strange initially, but if there's one thing he's used to, it's adapting. Making things work. (Plus, he's like, happy, or whatever. In love. You know, that sort of rot.)
Then again, he's also used to only having to feed himself with the very little he has, not another (especially another who is inexperienced at this type of thing, and a second another who just... drops by sometimes, always unannounced and unexpected, but never unwelcome), which deep down does have him a bit (a lot) more antsy about not just being the self-appointed guardian of her happiness, but also just... their general survival.
He's keenly aware that winters in the wild are never especially easy, not when you're so far removed from the safety of a community- especially not the way he's used to being alone, without even magic to keep you warm and safe. Usually, he spends most of the year primarily occupied by preparing for winter, and even like that, there have been lean years: years when he got snowed in for tendays, when he did something stupid and all the careful prep went down the shitter, years he had to go hungry and learn to make do with next to nothing.
So he compensates for- (and distracts himself from-) that anxiety by making extra sure that the pantry is stocked to bursting with all the goods there can be, and they often head out into the woods to hunt and forage together- although he's not a great (or even a good) teacher, Shadowheart (usually Shadow, often Heart, lately Jen or Jenny in affection) does make what he used to do out of sheer need, into something also done for fun.
Hunting and foraging are fun now, and soon, the cabinets are overflowing with jars and jars of dry mushrooms, so much homemade deer jerky, jams and jellies and pickles galore... there's mead fermenting, and homemade soap curing before it can be used, firewood stacked to the height of a person... herb bundles, garlic braids, grain corn, and drying peppers are strung up on the rafters like fragrant fairy lights.
Meanwhile, I imagine that Halsin comes and goes as he pleases- not entirely unlike a beloved stray cat. He just shows up one evening as if he had left not tendays, but only a few hours ago, kicks the duff or mud or snow off his boots, and leans his staff into its habitual nook by the door. He sets whatever it is that he brought this time in its appropriate place (be it otherwise unobtainable goods from town, or just a little gift, a treat to enjoy together), and he sinks into the worn-out armchair by the fireplace that was declared his the first time he stayed.
One of the others almost always then strolls by to settle wordlessly on his lap (if not both of them- that poor chair can barely take the combined weight), and just relax as his big, warm fingers slowly work through the knots and ties keeping their hair out of their faces, and, voice rumbling deep in his chest, he tells them all that has happened in Reithwin the past while.
The many smells of dinner and the comforting scent of pipe tobacco mingle with the fragrant herbs and the crackling fire then, and creates something that can only be described as the scent of home.
.............. and then all three just fuck absolute NASTY every day, in every configuration, and on every surface available for the next, oh, month or so.
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try-set-me-on-fire · 2 months
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Might have this thing ready to start posting this weekend…
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tciddaemina · 1 year
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when you’re at the point of having to rewrite a part of a fic you already wrote, because two weeks ago when the thing was having trouble it crashed and lost that bit to. demotivating
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prettyboykatsuki · 1 year
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i literally cant believe how close i am to being done
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sainte666 · 5 months
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I FINISHED WAR AND PEACE MOTHER FUCKERRRRR
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cloud-somersault · 5 months
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ughhhh i really shouldn't have split up chapter 5 me thinks....
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