Scavengers Reign smol creatures appreciation post, episode 11 edition, starring:
the fastidious squeaky meeper, deflated banjo friends,
a very good boy,
ANOTHER very good boy,
a four-legged parakeet saltshaker, a wind-up little baby,
A WEE THIRSTY BOI,
itty bitty dinosaur rodents, and flappy sky-snoots
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killian 7b fistfight with god?
One Killian coming right up!
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Earned Celebrations
Guess what! "Earned Celebrations," the second-to-last part of sanguine, is up on ao3. We've made it to the end (just about!) and the future is full of hope!
Also, it only took 156k, but Cody and Obi-Wan finally move beyond kissing. Oh, yes. We've got an E rating for purely happy reasons!
Codywan, warnings for, well, VERY SPICY shenanigans and a happy ending.
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Day 30: Wish
"Well! Curious was the right word to describe you indeed!"
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Wasteland - Chapter Twelve
He tries not to think about it, attempts to banish it from his thoughts, his skin as it crawls, his tongue as it claws to emerge, but the harder he tries, the heavier the weight is that settles over Sirius' shoulders with the truth he already knows.
He nearly tells James twice, his mouth opening while they're alone together, one of the handful of times he manages to drag Sirius from his dark cave of a room. The words clamber behind his teeth, flood his throat, all the truths building and bubbling, boiling his insides raw. Still using, barely stopped, the reason Harry fell down the stairs, got hurt, disease. All my fault. Always my fault.
Sirius never says anything.
Something in him drops, sinks deeply, blackness climbing the edges of his being, invading his mind, a terrible, sickening virus ravaging him. It feels like it did when Regulus died, nothing mattering anymore. Nothing but one thing. He drops further into that, too.
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More tarot life cards. Bdubs, his moms, and Mumbo.
Grian - Scott - Pearl - Martyn
Jimmy - Scar - Joel
Lizzie - Ren - BigB
Skizz - Impulse - Etho - Tango
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diagnoses u with fanfic tags
yeah i caved. welcome spideysona
their universe is 1990s san francisco. by day they work as a struggling writer for the bugle, sort of following in the footsteps of (movie-adjacent) eddie brock; by night they’re spider-scrawl, fighting systemic injustice, writers’ block, and the occasional mad scientist invention. his world is less rife with supernatural evils than most, but he’s also fucking with the government and corporations and all, so it balances out
their unique thing is that they have, like, shitty meta clairvoyance in the form of inherently understanding tropes, clichés, story structure, etc. like if cinemasins/wins were a superhero. they were approached to join the society because miguel thought they’d be chill or even helpful with canon events—unfortunately scribble here is not whatsoever into following rigid plot structure for the sake of unnecessary thematic suffering, saw the plot twist a miles away, and peaced. but not before snagging a day pass so they could watch atsv in person
they never take off their mask, and no one knows their name—he says it’s because he doesn’t want to lose his identity in a sea of spider-people, leading most to theorize that san-fran-spidey is some flavor of peter parker, but who’s to say for sure? the doylist reason, which he is in fact aware of, is that i don’t know either lol
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