#GKM au

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Cotard Syndrome

A GKM au drabble for my mutual

(Warning; some disturbing descriptions, mental illness, $uicidal ideation, near-death experiences, mild swearing, revival & disrespect of nature, exploration of character undeath, headcanon that Harumi had permanent issues & scars from dying, like ‘chronic illness’ kind of issues)

When she had been sucked into and violently spat out of a mergequake, something had happened to Harumi. While she had hit her head rather hard when she landed, that wasn’t what felt wrong.

Rather than being happy that she had survived, a building sense of dread had dug into her weak soul and began festering. Slowly, as she began trekking through this strange, large world she’d been thrown into, she grew sicker and sicker. Certainly not a simple cold or fever as it only got worse no matter how much rest she got. She had spent a whole damn day trying to sleep off the horrible feeling, but it didn’t work. It only seemed to slow the ache.

Despite the illness dragging her down like vengestone shackles, she pressed onward. She had finally found a river, and rivers always led to civilization eventually, so she had set a course along its shore. An added bonus was that it was a fast flowing stream, so she could stop for a drink whenever she needed.

Yet the further she went, the more drained she became. Even when the silhouette of a large, shiny city rose triumphantly across the horizon, no second wind pushed her forward. She was left with heavy feet and a deep, aching hunger gnawing at her empty stomach, threatening to start eating itself. The pain only grew, spreading like blood in water from her legs, to her back, and creeping up her neck to her skull.

Everything ached, screaming for her to just give up— it would be so much easier if she did. And still, she pressed on until her legs finally gave out on her. Even then, she refused to stop, she refused to die like this. It was a death unbecoming of someone with her determination and iron-will, but even she couldn’t keep going if her body decided it was done.

She fell to the sandy ground, barely giving a grunt of pain when she landed heavily. The earth had turned from cool dirt to blistering sand hours ago, the limited comfort offered by foliage having disappeared into a massive swath of gold.

It was so hot even the river she had been following didn’t help. She felt so unbearably warm and tired and hurting everywhere and she just wanted to rest. She desperately needed food and sleep, but she knew she would surely perish if she so much as blinked too long. But it was so, so tempting. The cool mistress of death disguised as a short nap called her to rest where she lay, lulling her with the promise of peace— the peace of an afterlife she never got when she had gone down with the building in Ninjago City.

In truth, that’s all she wanted now. Ever since her revival by the Overlord’s twisted claws, her only true desire was to return where she had fallen, where she had sacrificed herself to save a little girl from the same pain she had experienced. At least when she had died, she’d done so for a selfless reason. Her life had ended on a somewhat decent note, helping a random family avoid the heartache she had suffered— though it didn’t overshadow her numerous other crimes.

She had at least accepted when she died, crushed under tons of concrete and drywall, body never to be found no matter how hard the green ninja had searched. And then the damned Overlord had to find her and decided he still had use of her. Sure, she had agreed to his terms for a second chance, but nothing could have prepared her for the horror that came with that new life.

It had started with her soul being slammed back into her physical form like a truck, a startled gasp filling her lungs and sending a sharp pain shooting along her broken spine. Yet that pain was nothing in comparison to the sheer agony that overwhelmed her mere seconds after.

Throughout the reconstruction of her body, she felt every moment of it in horrific detail. The invisible stitching of her skin, the forced healing of her punctured organs, the sudden resetting of her numerous compound fractures— it was a fate she would only wish upon the Overlord himself. While it only lasted a few seconds, it was without a doubt the longest, most excruciating experience any being could undergo.

When it was finally completed, she was forced to escape her impromptu tomb with her bare hands and a small push from her master. Then, she was left with vague instructions every-so-often and plenty of scars to show for the disrespect to the natural order she had become. For a long time, every breath she took burned like fire and the beat of her heart felt like a stuttering palpitation, her joints ached like an arthritic’s and her skull pounded with the strength and devastation of an earthquake.

In essence, being alive was somehow more painful than simply dying under the rubble of a collapsed building. Life always found new and interesting ways to be cruelly ironic.

Unfortunately, the moment she stopped fighting to think, she fell into the trap she’d been trying to avoid this whole journey. Her eyes slowly drooped closed, unknowingly falling asleep, and she stayed that way for a long time.

•.~.•

She didn’t know when exactly she had closed her eyes, but when she did, she had rightfully assumed that was the end for her. Yet not only did she awake, she awoke in a soft bed with air conditioning blowing her way from an unseen direction. A rickety bedside table held up a glass of water, a sandwich, and a bottle she could only assume was pain medication.

She blinked a few times, soothing her dry eyes, and breathed deeply to force back the chronic headache she’d been dealing with for months now. The burning in her lungs took her mind off the pain in her skull for a minute— a small win she would accept— so she focused on commanding her limbs to respond. Water would certainly help her situation, so she methodically flexed the muscles in her arm until she could feel it again and guided it to the table. With painstaking effort, her hand closed around the glass, the coolness of it acting as a slight balm to her calloused palm.

“Hey, you’re awake!”

The unknown voice startled her far more than she would willingly admit, causing her to clench her fist with a panicked strength that shattered the glass with frightening ease. The shards bit into her skin, but she didn’t acknowledge it.

“Who are you?” she snapped, immediately demanding answers, “What do you want?”

“Oh, I guess we haven’t actually met,” the ginger removed his headphones as he spoke, “The name’s Aaron Fox.”

Harumi glared at him, suspicion high; just because this man gave her a name didn’t mean it was really his own or that he was honest in nature.

“Not much of a talker huh?”

Only then did she realize he was holding out a hand, expecting a friendly handshake. She refused it with great prejudice, huffing a quiet laugh.

“I don’t talk to strangers,” she turned her nose away haughtily.

“I mean, I’m the stranger who saved you from dying slowly in a desert, but okay,” Aaron shrugged, glancing to the water dripping off the side of the table, “What’d you do to your glass?”

Harumi looked down at her injured hand, making a tsking sound of disapproval, “What does it matter.”

It was more so a statement than a question and it clearly confused the man before her.

“It kinda matters ‘cause you need water and there’s glass in your hand.”

She didn’t respond, pointedly ignoring him to instead bring her other hand up to pick the shards out of her skin. It stung a little, but no blood followed from the tiny wounds— unsurprising to her considering the state of her current existence. You can’t exactly bleed if your heart doesn’t pump blood correctly. Last she had checked, her heart would only beat once every five minutes or so and every time it felt wrong in a way that was difficult to describe.

“I’ll getcha some bandages,” the man excused himself, leaving her to slowly remove the particulates.

It was a slog to complete, the thick, small droplets of blood oozing from the tiny puncture wounds at a snail’s pace. Most people would have started bleeding the moment the glass embedded itself, but she didn’t count as most people anymore. By the time ‘Aaron’ came back, she had piled the shards onto the table and was putting pressure on the injury with her safe hand, hissing at the slight sting.

“Man, can’t believe you stomached doing that by yourself,” he cringed, placing a plastic cup on the table and rolling up the small damp towel in his hands, “Especially with how tired you must be. Your temperature was crazy high when I found you!”

He brought the towel close to her forehead, to which she smacked his hands away.

“What are you doing?”

Aaron blinked in surprise, “Trying to help with your heat stroke? Your fever was still really high before you woke up.”

Harumi glared, distrusting of this random man who decided to save her. In the end though, she was far too tired and in pain to keep her walls up forever. Honestly, she couldn’t keep them up for a minute longer. She finally gave in with an exasperated grunt and let him place the rag on her forehead. Almost immediately, the fabric began slowly absorbing the heat from her skin, allowing her to cool off faster than she would on her own. She lay back to keep the rag on her head without holding it, reluctantly relaxing to some degree.

“I got some bandages too,” he pointed out, “I need your hand.”

Despite her initial misgivings and wariness, she let him take her hand to disinfect and wrap it to keep any infection out. When he was done, he took the rag back, finding it no longer cold.

“Wow, already warm. You want me to-“

“Yes.”

“Okay then.”

He left with the rag, closing the door to give her some semblance of privacy. When he was gone, she sat up and looked out the small window across the room. She had thought about escaping when she first spotted it, but with her condition and having no clue where she was, that would likely do more harm than good.

So she chose to stay— not that she had much choice in the matter anyway. Her stay wouldn’t last very long though. She would make sure of that.

[grailknightmonty]

jacks of the hermit poker round table :D

docm assignin hermits to face cards has reawoken several of my demons so have some designs for a medieval royalty AU sorta

[kiwibirdlafayette]

theyre totally plottin something 👀

had the silly little idea of addin more lifers/hermits to the AU so here are some designs for Etho n Bdubs!

Bdubs is a starwizard/sunborne like Wag who uses his starmagics for light and color manipulation, and Etho is a ship engineer who works with TIES to repair broken vessels, and he's also of the same subspecies that the queen is (theyre called Vhideans, or a type of moonbornes)

[bowietiee]

it all happened just because beloved sergeant tsukishima wasn't there

poor yuusaku btw the division's gonna miss you

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

any soulmate klaine with badboy!blaine fics set in high school please? thankyou

Definitely browse our Soulmate!Klaine Badboy!Blaine Badboy!Kurt tags, and here are three with the specs you requested. Enjoy! ~Lynne

I Think I’m in Love (But It Makes Me Kinda Nervous to Say So) by musingsonaredradish

From this prompt on the GKM: Everyone has a soulmate and kurt is a romantic, he dreamed his whole life about finding HIM. What kurt didn’t think of was that his soulmate would be someone so unexpected he would turn his whole world upside down. Because kurt finds out that his soulmate is actually badboy Blaine Anderson! But what kurt and the other people don’t know is that blaine is actually a sweetheart, too. Yes, he dress in leather, he rides a bike, he gets into fights and all the cliches, but the truth is he is willing to give everything to the people he loves. It’s just that nobody gave him a chance before and he uses that strong image to defend himself from the world.

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Troubled Souls by theoreoqueen

Soulmate!AU, Badboy!Blaine. Kurt Hummel is now at the top of popularity at McKinley. Blaine Anderson is still residing as the school’s bad boy. So it’s a surprise to both when the two are matched as each other’s soulmate on their seventeenth birthday.

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I Don't Date Cheerios by @teddyshoney

Blaine, leader of the McKinley High bad boys is forced to join a club, and he winds up singing in front of the Glee Club. Who else would be in the audience besides Cheerio Kurt? Kurt's never been a fan of Blaine, but that's all about to change...

[ask-greenknightmonkie-au]

The GKM AU has a discord now!!

https://discord.com/invite/yFDwSfmt

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[kunst-geschoss]

Einführung in die Ausstellung

"Das künstlerische Werk von Gerhard Kurt Müller (GKM) in knappe Worte zu fassen scheint unmöglich. Malerei, Grafik und Skulptur sind für ihn gleichwertige Ausdrucksformen. Seine plastisch und reliefartig wirkende Malerei und die Reduktion der Figur mit expressiver Steigerung ihrer Bewegungen, der Hang zur Monumentalität und eine handwerklich perfekte Malhaut wurden später sein Markenzeichen.   Der Einsatz als Fallschirmjäger im Zweiten Weltkrieg und die Kampfhandlungen bei der Landung der Alliierten in der Normandie waren prägende Lebenserfahrungen. In französischer Kriegsgefangenschaft hatte er erste Kontakte mit dem Antikriegsroman „Le Feu“ von Henri Barbusse.  In Barbusse, der im Ersten Weltkrieg als französischer Soldat in die großen Schlachten in Flandern, an der Somme und Verdun verwickelt war, sah GKM einen geschichtlichen Leidensgenossen. Beide entkamen den unmenschlichen Wirren der Kampfhandlungen und nutzten ihre künstlerischen Ausdrucksformen zur Verarbeitung des Erlebten. Sie waren kunstgeschichtlich nicht allein. An dieser Stelle sei auf das grafische Werk von Otto Dix zum Ersten Weltkrieg verwiesen, der so ebenfalls sein Weltkriegstrauma verarbeitet hat.  Bereits in den Siebziger Jahren des letzten Jahrhunderts schuf GKM größere Holzschnitte zum Roman von Barbusse. Zeitgleich befasste sich GKM mit reduzierten und äußerst ausdrucksstarken plastischen Werken zum Thema. Die prägende Erfahrung des Krieges ließ den Künstler GKM nicht mehr los. In den Jahren 2002 und 2003 holte den nunmehr 77-Jährigen die Vergangenheit nochmals ein. Mit Feder, Stift, Ölpastell und Aquarell entstand ein zeichnerisches Werk von insgesamt 80 Zeichnungen, die das Thema für ihn am eindrücklichsten darstellen ließen. GKM fasste seine zeichnerischen Blätter zum Zyklus „LA GRANDE GUERRE“ zusammen, jener Bezeichnung der Franzosen für den Ersten Weltkrieg.  Als vor zweieinhalb Jahren die Vorbereitungen für diese Ausstellung durch den Kurator in Gang gesetzt wurden, standen die Vermittlung der künstlerischen Inhalte dieses Zeichnungswerkes und thematische Plastiken von Gerhard Kurt Müller im Mittelpunkt. Der 24. Februar 2022 transferierte das Ausstellungskonzept in die brutale Wirklichkeit - Aggressionskrieg in Europa. Die Zahl der Mitmenschen, die den Zweiten Weltkrieges mit all seinen Folgen aus eigener Erfahrung erlebten und uns heute hautnah davon berichten könnten, wird von Tag zu Tag weniger.  Mit dieser Ausstellung mahnt uns der Zeitzeuge Gerhard Kurt Müller mit seinem zeichnerischen und thematisch plastischen Werk über die Unmenschlichkeit zweier Weltkriege.  An dieser Stelle möchte ich ausdrücklich der Lebenspartnerin von Gerhard Kurt Müller, Frau Ilse Stein und der Gerhard-Kurt-Müller-Stiftung Leipzig für die offene Zusammenarbeit meinen herzlichen Dank aussprechen." Frank W. Weber - Kurator der Stadtgalerie KUNST-GESCHOSS 

[disbear]

WIP GAME

Sooo I got tagged by @macchiatosdumptruck in the WIP Game! I’m gonna list the titles of all the WIP fics in my folder, and if you send me an ask about one I’ll post a snippet and/or tell you something about it (because - sad but true - several of these are just blank docs for fics I planned to write...) This is a good time to publicly expose my chaotic and inconsistent document naming habits I guess. Not all of them are TKK/CK fics either.

 - Lawrusso: Closing Time

- Break the Ice (working title Lawrusso Cutting Edge AU)

- DAF.mwy

- Everytime the Sun Goes Down (I Let You Take Control)

- FiSiMp

- GKM MWY

- IHAR

- It’s Getting Late to Give You Up

- Silverusso

- silverusso d/c lovebomb

- Silverusso S.K.F

- Snake Eyes

- supermarket

BUT I DON’T WANT TO INDIVIDUALLY TAG 13 PEOPLE LMAO just tagging @merv606 @thorniest-rose @heterophobicrichietozier  @its-toguchi-do-now and everybody who fancies a go! 

[datshitrandom]

A Place to Rest my Head by BregoArodShadowfax | @the-lima-bean​ Book Club | Trope: Homeless Blaine and/or Kurt 

Homeless!Blaine prompt fill for the GKM. Kurt and Blaine never meet, until Kurt's helping serve Christmas dinner at the homeless shelter during his senior year and encounters a boy who will change his world forever. Blaine/Kurt

[thnxforknowingme]

Do you have a Kurtbastian fic rec list?

Since getting back into fic recently I've definitely skewed more towards Klaine (I guess statistically that's just what there's more available of), but yes, here are some of my favorite Kurtbastian fics I've (re)read lately:

A Change in the Weather, obviously, I can't say anything about it that hasn't already been said. Also just cacophonylights in general, they have plenty of shorter Kurtbastian stories that are also brilliant.

As Your Shadow Crosses Mine by angelofcaffeine - another tragically incomplete WIP, but it's a fic that has stuck with me for years since reading it in high school. The dialogue/snark between them at first is so good, the development of their relationship to friends and then to romance, the MISCOMMUNICATION and PINING, and also maybe my favorite backstory and family for Sebastian in any fic. The author's LJ account has been deleted, but the story is still on the GKM and I got a PDF to reread it recently (which I'm more than happy to share!).

Clumsy, Instead by artist_artists - god this fic is so good, and it has a sequel that just brilliantly explores the boys navigating their relationship. Together these stories do an excellent job of giving fun and realistic build-up to the relationship, and then show the issues that pop up once they're together and they have different needs and expectations and assumptions that they have to work through! (again, I will recommend reading everything that artist_artists has ever written, a huge chunk of the kurtbastian fic I've read over the past several months has been theirs)

If My Heart Was a House by flipmeforward - this is a quasi-The Notebook AU, in that it follows the structure of young summer whirlwind romance to tragic separation through miscommunication to reunion years later. The melodrama of the story, in both its highs and lows, are so good - you can feel the intensity of the romance and the angst so well.

give your heart (a break) by drunkonwriting - this also has such a good development of their relationship, from being forced to be around each other to slowly becoming friends to realizing they like each other...and meanwhile they're both going through things emotionally and dealing with complex feelings in their individual lives.

Okay maybe this is tacky but screw modesty, I'm going to rec my own fanfic. A New Way to Fall Apart by thelegendofjenna (aka my other account) - I love this fic and I'm so proud of it even all these years later (and it's still up in the top 50 kurtbastian fics on AO3 when you sort by hits/kudos/comments/bookmarks, so it seems like other people tend to like it too). It's the standard "Klaine breaks up at the end of Kurt's senior year and he gets together with Sebastian over the summer" setup, with the help of a friendly Lima Bean barista who happens to be Sebastian's childhood best friend. It heavily features an OC, but I've gotten comments even from people who don't tend to like OCs who enjoyed her a lot! It's about friendship and romance and being on the cusp of adulthood and figuring out who you are in relation to other people.

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Top 5 favorite Klaine fics?

~Anonymus: Cavemen AU

Found on the GKM on LJ, it’s Klaine in the stoneage, and perhaps one of the funniest little oneshots I’ve ever stumbled over.

~Chazzam: The Sidhe

This fantasy/adventure/romance is one of the most famous pieces in Klaine fanfiction.  It’s also one of the first pieces I had read coming into the fandom, and one of the few that ever made me cry at the end.  I’m about 90% sure the Glee writers knew about this when they wrote the proposal.

~Misqueue: Scenes During a Breakup

This brilliant canon compliant fic takes us through the 4x4 all the way up to 5x1 and fills in the gaps.  Not only do I love the writing, the series of fics are closest to what I feel is my own personal headcanon for that time.

~Rainjoy: All The Other Ghosts

Summary: Kurt and Blaine are superheroes in New York City.

I have some issues with characterization now that I'm much farther from the novelty of the work. And I don't feel it really represents my version of Kurt and Blaine. Still, it's a remarkable work of world building and could stand on its own as an original novel. And some fascinating things to say about fandom. And is quite entertaining.

~Snarkyhag: Consentacles

I cannot express how happy it makes me that @snarkyhag is writing tentacle smut fic.

[grailknightmonty]

just because you're soft doesn't mean you aren't a force.

honey and wildfire are both the color gold.

[kiwibirdlafayette]

silly doodles and sketches from the past couple weeks while i work on stuff :]c

ft. SLMAU Ethubs headcanon art, syndisparklez and shenanigans from sub goal magma strim

[bowietiee]

a bait pic for summer hotel au where ogata's a beach lifeguard trying his best to make yuusaku drown accidentally

i have two vers but the first is my favourite anyway enjoy the twos of them

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Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Glee Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rachel Berry/Quinn Fabray Characters: Rachel Berry, Quinn Fabray Additional Tags: G!P, Futanari, Girl!Peen, AU, Age Difference Summary:

GKM FILL. Quinn is a socialite in her 20s, and has a reputation for being wild. In an effort to clean up her image, she hosts a dinner party for the participants in the next national show choir championship in New York. There, she meets g!p Rachel.