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welcome to the Coal & Ice District!
#toontown#toontown corporate clash#ttcc#flint bonpyre#firestarter#cosmo kuiper#plutocrat#satellite investors#william boar#derrick man#rain the fox#toontown rain#rain & william#yea i need a tag for those goobers#strawglicks art gallery#the tags on second img are from one of my own posts#when flint says the satellites are trying to get him in on their schemes this is what he means . they want him head chef of the pizzeria#trying to make the pizzeria a legitimate business to help cover up whats going on under wraps#what if that is genuinely it. that would be hilarious#hire me clash team /JOKE#anyway can we see more shenanigans with the pizzeria .. theres a lot of potential there#satellite investor shenanigans in general are smth i rlly crave lately#and again. is the pizzeria for toons or cogs bc the menu items cater to BOTH.#so many mysteries..
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your hand in my hand, so still and discreet
“It was about how cold he was under me. How still. It was knowing that even if he had died, even if he was already dead, he would still be mine.” * Louis thought he knew each one of his boyfriend’s stories, secrets, and kinks. Turns out Harry was keeping a crucial one hidden away.
Harry / Louis | 4.5k words | E
read on ao3
#Hi. I'll be honest I really love this but given the themes I won't tag any specific blog. I'll just use the generic tags.#1d fanfiction#1d fic#larry fic#Fic recs#larry fanfiction#Ao3#ao3 larry feed#necro#necr0#Myfics#33#Words#Credit for the texts: first one is “a language older than words” by Derrick Jensen#second one is “erotism: death and sensuality” by Georges Bataille#m
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sometimes that's just the way that it goes
or, joel smallishbeans joins the tokyo lift (an mcyt blaseball au fic)
the thing about joel is- well, there's a lot of things about joel, but the most relevant thing, is that he never really got in to blaseball.
he'd gone to few of grian and jimmy's games in college, been brought to an equal number of pearl's minor league games, and mostly paid attention in conversation about it after his entire friend group became obsessed with the splort seemingly overnight.
but then he'd moved out to tokyo after college, where the blaseball scene had yet to expand to a proper minor league; let alone a major league. he got a non-splorts related job. he had non-splorts related hobbies. and he was suddenly in a timezone 17 hours ahead from all his friends who cared about these things.
so maybe he managed to forget basically all the knowledge he had about the game. sue him.
by the time the ILB expanded to tokyo with the lift, joel was certainly more knowledgeable on the splort than he'd ever been. he had basically the entire league's schedule in his calendar at all times, he voted in the elections, he kept a close eye on weather forecasts across the globe. a small side effect of most of your friends playing a splort that started killing people 10 years ago.
but here's the thing- despite joel's expansive knowledge of what's happening the ILB on any given day, despite his stockpile of votes, despite his constant presence as someone's plus one at any given ILB event or party-
despite all of that...
joel doesn't really know how to play.
which is a problem, when, on a whim that he now knows was definitely some divine intervention at play, he decides to actually go to one of his friend's games on a day they happen to be playing in tokyo. and it becomes more of a problem when an umpire goes rogue, and in the blink of an eye, joel finds himself vaulting a railing and picking up a bat that, until two minutes ago, belonged to a toyko lift player.
and now belongs to a new tokyo lift player.
him.
shit.
and that is how joel finds himself here, on a stool in stress and false's bathroom, staring at his actively-being-dyed hair in the mirror and considering.
he didn't know stress and false very well before joining the lift. he'd met them, of course, at the aforementioned parties and events he'd been brought to, but they weren't close by any means. but seeing as they were the only members of his new team he'd been properly introduced to prior to becoming their coworker, he found himself following them around like a lost puppy from day one. they seemed mostly endeared by this, so far, which joel was taking as an embarrassing but necessary fact of his new career.
the "sitting in their bathroom getting his hair dyed" part of his current situation had come about a few days prior, when the wild card teams were announced and the lift had officially made their first ever post season. joel's remark that they should do something for the occasion had spiraled into stress lending him her bathroom and hair dye to dye the streak in his hair pink in celebration.
by the time they actually got around to it, the lift had been knocked out of the post season by the wild wings in a two game sweep, but joel hadn't backed out, so here they were.
stress was mixing the pink dye while joel got the green bleached out of his hair, humming along to a song joel wasn't really listening to. the bathroom isn't large enough to fit false as well, with joel on a stool, so she's hovering outside doing... something. joel's kinda lost track of her exact movements due to his aforementioned considering.
joel hasn't actually played a lot with the lift, yet. he'd joined the team in the last 20 days or so of the season, so they've gotten a good 20 games worth of a look at his... let's say, skill, and they've all presumably figured out that he's not very good. no one's said anything, but that doesn't mean they haven't been thinking it. but it's also possible they haven't been thinking it, and if joel brings it up right now, then they'll all realize that he's terrible. but also, joel knows he needs to fix this problem, because he's seen what happens to bad players.
so he's sucking it up.
"stress, can i admit something to you?" joel says, as confident and nonchalant as he can manage. it's not very nonchalant.
"hm?" stress says, looking up from where she's fidgeting about. "sure, i don't see why not."
joel takes a deep breath before he continues. "now, i don't know if any of you have noticed this yet, but... i don't really know how to play blaseball."
this is when false chooses to poke her head in from whatever she'd been doing to comment. "sorry, repeat yourself?"
"well, despite the fact that all of my friends have played this game for years, i haven't been paying much attention to how it actually works. so i don't think i actually know how to play, which wasn't a problem for me until about three weeks ago. and now it's a very big problem."
"oh," false says, looking him up and down. joel tries not to feel scrutinized. "i wouldn't have guessed that from your stats, but yeah, in hindsight, that makes sense."
"you looked at my stats?" joel sputters.
"yeah is that not-" false looks at stress, desperation clear on her face. "do people not usually do that?"
"i mean, i don't, but i don't know what all you other geezers are up to."
joel has yet to move on from the stats thing. "i haven't even looked at my stats. what- are they good? actually, no i don't want to know. or, if they're bad, i don't want to know. if they're good you can tell me."
false laughs. "you're fine, overall. not a good pitcher, but that's not your problem. everything else is pretty average, but your batting is your best stat, and it's pretty up there. not really indicative of someone who doesn't know how to play."
"oh!" joel thinks about this. he doesn't think he's been a particularly special batter thus far, but he's not objecting to whoever's quantifying his skill saying he's good. not at all. "ok, well, i kinda know how to play. i think. i know enough that i've been able to be passable, but i want to be good next season."
"are you asking us to coach you?" stress says as she starts the tap to wash the bleach out of joel's hair.
"uh, if you want to, yeah. you're both good, i think."
false, who is now leaning in the doorway instead of poking her head in, laughs again. "yeah, i'd say we're alright." from her tone, joel suspects they're actually very good, and he once again has no idea what he's talking about.
"but we'd love to!" stress says, lightly pushing joel to put his head into the sink. her next words are slightly drowned out by the running water. "obviously the lift practice in the off season already, but we could spend a bit of time doing one on one stuff with you. show you the ropes, you know?"
joel, still in the sink, answers with a thumbs up. as he sits back up and takes the towel stress offers him, he sees false leave the doorway and go back to whatever she was doing, decision seemingly reached.
joel dries off his hair and stress moves in with the pink dye and a dye brush, humming along to another song he doesn't know. he definitely doesn't need her help dying his hair- he's been doing it on his own for years now. but she'd offered the dye she already had so he didn't have to buy a new color, and apparently that offer came along with her doing most of the work as well.
and for once in his life, joel is going to take the help without a fuss.
#mcyt blaseball au#my writing#ok now. the real question. do i maintag this#yeah sure cringe is dead#hermitcraft#smallishbeans#falsesymmetry#stressmonster101#im not tagging falsestress. but know that that's what's going on here#anyways the stats thing.#it is partially joel underestimating his own knowledge of blaseball#and his own general fitness and sports ability#but its also partially that he is. underperforming for his stats for a bit#he's gonna go on an improvement arc#also yes i stole the formatting from the empires fic i reblogged earlier today#i dont ever post fics to tumblr idk how to. format#also also. title on this one comes from the ballad of unremarkable derrick kreuger#go listen to the ballad of unremarkable derrick kreuger and go crazy thanks#hermitfic#my art
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DERRICK MOTHERFUCKIGN HENRY
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*after Brooklyn’s Here*
Jack: I hope that’s not their song…if that’s their song that sucks.
#newsies#jack kelly#drag race#incorrect drag race#incorrect quotes#newsies 1992#incorrect newsies quotes#newsies stage show#derrick barry#incorrect drag race quotes#brooklyn#spot conlon#they worked really hard on it#Brooklyn’s here#seize the day#drag race season 8#incorrect jack Kelly#this could also be Pulitzer’s reaction to The World Will Know#or Seize the Day#or the Strike in general#Pulitzer is not impressed#newsies rally#jack newsies#newsies movie#newsies memes
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WE’RE SO BACK
#gus bus i will love you forever but HENRAYYYYYYYYY#yesterday was tuff tho wdym we lost three free agents in four minutes#but it was like. devin duvernay. so it was fine#geno is a SNAKE tho#like oh the division rivals? rat#just rat behavior#n e ways#free agency pls bless us with pq extension and another generational player for $1 🙏#pls and fank yew#nfl#baltimore ravens#derrick henry
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description for these guys under the cut, in case you dont know who they are
EXPUNGED: its from the dave and bambi mod, which is a fnf mod but its so detached from fnf at this rate that it could be considered its own thing. as of the latest update its EPIC GAMER LORE is that its liek idk the result of dave (some guy in a wheelchair, not related to the other daves in this competition) removing his magic 3d powers. and then expunged happened. its a prick and canonically genderfluid and it has multiple songs that are utter fucking insanity
Derrick Man: this is one of them cogs from toontown, more exactly corporate clash. hes constantly bleeding oil, we don't know why. he thinks getting a pen is fun and he doesnt get toon jokes. he is the most normalcore motherfucker imaginable i cant stress this enough. he also has an annoying ass heal cheat
#round one#dave and bambi#dnb expunged#toontown corporate clash#derrick man#toontown#stupid sexyman competition#<- thats a general tag if you wanna find stuff just related to the polls and results and all
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General Ironwood in the style of Ben 10: Omniverse.
(Character model used: Lieutenant Steel)
This was actually the first one of these I ever did.
#ben 10#rwby#djw#derrick j wyatt#james ironwood#general ironwood#ben 10 omniverse#my edit#art edits#greenlight volume 10
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Popping in from the void to spread the news that the nonprofit National Novel Writing in a Month has declared that not supporting genAI has "classist and ableist undertones".
Also popping in to say that the main technology NaNo uses to track wordcount is wildly available for free, meaning either on your own or with friends you can practice the useful part of the experience on your own at virtually any time. Without people aggressively hounding you for donations or pushing the support of exploitative software and writing scams. Or like exploiting kids? They've done so much bullshit at this point I've lost track.
What the fuck is going on? At this point I think NaNo is actively trying to push it's primary audience away until it's just Derrick, the tech guy who is thrilled to generate 30 novels in 30 days. He's not donating shit to this Good Person Nonprofit, but he's super happy to self-publish all of his new manuscripts with stolen art work, reveling in the fact that he is not only a Real Writer, but now also a disabled rights activist somehow. Cool!
That is all.
No it isn't. Here, for those who might want their next read to come from a new or painfully familiar place.
Now that is all.
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the problem with arguing
a/n: Hi, this is my first story, any constructive criticism is welcomed. This had not been properly edited nor read through because icba lmao :) also I wrote it for a fem!reader but I don't think there's much mention other than Jack calling reader 'mom' so... yeah :)
pairings: aaron hotchner x reader, platonic BAUteam x reader, motherly(If that's a word?)reader x teen!jack hotchner
summary: aaron and you are in a fight, but what happens when a meeting with a witness goes south?
warnings: criminal minds levels of violence, angst, fluff, couple fighting, reader in distress, reader getting injured, mentions of knives, mentions of being stabbed, mentions of being tied up, mentions of hospitals, mentions of killing, mentions of general injury, mentions of guns/shooting, minimal use of y/n.
1.6k + words.
“We’re here, we’ll update you if anything comes of it,” Morgan promises Hotch over the phone as we walk to the front porch of one of our witnesses. Something about his story is messed up and we were the unlucky ones who had to go talk to him. It’s a pretty house I guess, a little expensive for what a 26 year old man could afford, and what he would want to buy. It’s all fifties style, the entire estate is. Big-enough bungalows with pastel walls and inviting doors with a small porch, just enough for the entry-way and a chair. I knock on the door, exhausted from the past 72 hours. Aaron and I got in a fight before we got to Ohio, it was unnecessary, but we fought all the same. He was mad at me for giving Jack advice that led to a fight between them. I just wanted to kiss and make up 3 days ago but he won’t budge. Maybe it’s because he knows I’m right and doesn’t want to confront it or maybe it’s because I took it too far and overstepped. Jack calls me ‘mom’, I live with him, and Jack came to me for support, he wanted guidance and I gave him it. He was mad at his dad because he missed meeting his girlfriend. His girlfriend, Ava, was a lovely girl, I had been the one there when Jack brought her over for dinner, I was the one trying to suss out if they actually liked each other, and I was the one Jack sat down with for 2 hours after and told everything about her to. All because Aaron was too busy with paperwork in his study. Jack was hurt, which is difficult to do because he’s such an understanding 16 year-old boy. It was also hard because I saw both sides. I’ll be the first to admit that what Aaron did was wrong, but our job is hard and demanding, especially his since he’s the leader of our team… But Jack just wanted 2 hours of his time, not even, just a dinner. A dinner to meet his girlfriend, and Aaron still couldn’t make it.
I knock again as I huff.
“Everything alright?” Morgan asks, the regular playful glint in his eye.
“Tired, mad, over this job. You?” I sigh.
“Sounds about right,” He chuckles. “How’s Jack doing?”
A smile spreads across my face. “He has a girlfriend,” Morgan’s face lights up in a smile.
“My man,” He smirks and I chuckle. “You two met her yet?”
My face drops again. “I have, Aaron… couldn’t make it to the dinner though. She’s lovely, perfect for Jack. It's so funny, it’s just opposites attract. Jack is so sporty and outspoken and she’s one of the quieter, more into her studies kind of person.”
The door swings open and we’re met with David, our witness.
“You two know what time it is?” He yawns.
“Oh trust us, we know,” Morgan sighs. “Can we ask you a few more questions?”
“It’s 10pm at night? Can’t this wait ‘till the morning?”
“It’ll only take a few minutes,” I reassure.
He looks between us for a moment, then sighs. “Quickly.”
We walk inside and are immediately hit with an awful smell. I know that smell. That’s when I see it, a body.
And that’s when it all goes black.
I wake up in a new room, tied to a chair. I don’t see Derrick anywhere. I don’t see David anywhere. I’m all alone in this grey room. I don’t see a door but I notice a camera, and a screen in front of me. I see Penelope on the screen, then a sign above it with “Don’t make noise” scribbled. I look to my left and see a plastic window, I see Morgan through it, tied up too. He sees me.
“Y/n? Y/n?! Where are you?” Penelope squeals. I shake my head and she picks up her phone and tries calling mine, it rings and I feel something go into my side. I scream out in pain as I see the blood start trickling out of me. Penelope drops her phone, then picks it up, dialling someone else’s number.
I get switched to a joint call with Penelope, and the rest of the team, excluding Aaron.
“Y/n?” Spencer asks and I nod, sobbing in pain. Spencer runs off-screen, leaving Jj and Emily to stare in horror at me.
Spencer comes back with Aaron and we make eye-contact through the screen, and he starts breaking. He’s shouting orders at the policemen in the precinct, he’s shouting orders at the team, and he’s trying not to cry. I know that. I also know I’m the only one who knows that. He hides it pretty well but not from me, not after all of our years together. His eyes squint, his eyebrows furrow more than usual, he starts biting at the skin around his nails.
“We’re coming to find you. We will find you,” he promises me. I nod slowly as the pain in my side becomes unbearable as the knife is pulled out.
“Is Morgan with you?” Emily asks and I nod as I bite my lip until it bleeds to stop myself from making too much noise.
“Is he in the room with you?” Spencer asks.
I shake my head no. After what feels like an eternity of yes or no questions, they think they’ve located us.I hear banging on the door and then it opens. Spencer is standing there with an entire Swat team behind him. I shake my head to tell them to not make noise but they talk anyway and another knife is put into my leg, I don’t have the strength to stay quiet this time and another finds its way into my arm. I pass out.
I wake up in a hospital bed, an IV in my arm, Aaron on one side and Jack on the other. Aaron’s asleep in a chair on my left, I grimace, knowing his back will hurt.
“Mom?!” Jack exclaims as he sees me open my eyes. “Mom!” His eyes fill with tears as he gets up and wraps his arms around me on the bed.
“Jack,” I sigh in relief.
“You’re okay! You’re awake!” He smiles brightly, happy that I’m alive.
Aaron wakes up from the commotion and rushes to my side. “Honey?” He takes my hand and squeezes. “You’re okay.”
I smile at both of them.
“I’ll go get the doctor,” Jack smiles and he rushes off to find a doctor.
“Honey I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have-” He starts but I cut him off.
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” he sighs, tears welling up in his eyes.
“Don’t go all soft now Aaron,” I joke.
“You make me soft,” He smiles and presses a soft kiss to my cheek.
Jack comes back in with a doctor. She tells me that I lost a lot of blood and that I will be out of the field for a few months, with 2 weeks of mandatory bedrest, then 4 weeks of physical therapy.
The next day, the team come in to visit.
“Hey,” Spencer smiles, walking in first. I’ve always been close to Spencer, he’s always felt like a little brother to me.
“Hey,” I smile and wince when I hug him, but I know it’s worth it. The rest of the team filter in, smiles on their faces.“So what happened after I went out?”
“Well, they got me, no injuries apart from a concussion,” Morgan says.
“We got the guy-” Emily starts.
“Aaron got the guy,” Spencer interrupts. “He saw him and just shot him-”
“And then he beat the crap out of him,” Jj says. “It was pretty intense.”
I nod along as they tell me the story, and then we just talk about whatever until Aaron comes in and says visiting hours are over. Spencer leaves me a few more books to read and Jj brings Jack to Ava’s house for the night. Aaron walks in with my dinner on a tray.
“Hungry?” He smiles.
“You shot someone for me?” I ask as he places my tray down.
“Yes.”
I roll my eyes and smile at him. “Is he alive?”
“No.”
My face drops. “Oh.”
“It was the combined bleeding and head trauma that killed him.”
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
“I did.”
I look at my food. “I understand you wanted to protect me-”
“I did that because he doesn’t get to live after doing this to you. Honey, you and Jack are the most important people in my life and I would do anything if it meant that you were safe and sound. Do you want to know how it felt to have what could’ve been my last words to you be ‘stop bothering me’? I was an asshole to you over the Jack situation because I knew you were right. I knew it wasn’t fair to not go to dinner when I was in the house. I knew it was important and it just felt too real. It felt like he was growing up and I just couldn’t take it because I missed so much of his childhood! So I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry that I said everything I said and did what I did, but I am not sorry about hurting that fucking monster,” He takes a deep breath. “Now eat up, it’ll go cold.”
“I love you Aaron, it’s ok. It wasn’t your fault, being a parents is hard.”
His eyes fill with tears and he looks at me like an injured puppy.
“Come here,” I smile and move over, allowing room for him to sit with me. He climbs into bed beside me and wraps his arms around me, being careful of my wounds.
“I love you,” he whispers as I slowly eat my food.
“I love you too.”
#aaron hotchner x reader#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds fandom#criminal minds#criminal minds fic#aaron hotchner fluff#aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner angst#aaron hotchner x you#aaron hotchner imagine#aaron hotchner fanfiction#criminal minds imagine#bau team#bau x reader#aaron hotchner x y/n#bau imagine#penelope garcia#spencer reid#aaron hotch hotchner#criminal minds x you
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Chapter 152 or "Yes, btch, I'll make you cry."
Let's go through the list... this chapter had a lot of character tears, a lot of reader tears... and my angst radar was broken in general.
"You are my daughter too, Penelope."
I was pleasantly surprised to see the scenes where Reynold and Derrick tell the Duke that Ivonne is missing.
Reynold's tears, the pain and guilt on Derrick's face... and in the end as Pennel is the only one who sees the Duke's true pain over the loss of his daughter.
Without exaggeration, I love this chapter. I love the last two chapters. And while I wanted the coming-of-age ceremony to finally be shown...I realized I needed the Duke and Penelope talking. I needed all these frames, from the first to the last.
I feel that little Og Penelope's smile has fooled me. This sunshine mercilessly broke my heart-!
Thanks to this chapter, we were able to see the scene of the meeting between the Duke and Og Penelope in a different way. Thanks to this chapter, we are more sensitive to the moment of Penelope's adoption.
And this is not Cha Siyeon. This is the girl who disappeared in the prologue of the manhwa and the novel.
The girl who didn't hear all the words... the girl who didn't feel the warmth of said father's awkward embrace.
"Goodbye, father."
Thanks, @red-hot-temper , for showing the new chapters!
#villains are destined to die#death is the only ending for a villainess#death is the only ending for the villainess#death is the only ending for the villain#manhwa#vadd#vadtd#vadd spoilers#vadd new chapter#ditoeftv#og penelope eckhart#penelope eckhart#duke eckhart#reynold eckhart#derrick eckhart#pennel#ivonne eckhart
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Let’s Go Lesbians! 32 Books for Lesbian Visibility Day
TODAY! is Lesbian Visibility Day, the first day of Lesbian Visibility Week – April 26, 2024. We are, I’m sure you’re shocked to discover, celebrating with LOTS of lesbian books! 15 people contributed to making this list, all of us sharing our absolute faves, from graphic novels to epic novels, from memoirs to horror fiction, with explicit rep and implied. With this many awesome books to share, we’re prepared to guarantee that everyone who loves wlw lit can find something new to them on this amazing list!
Interesting Facts About Space by Emily Austin
The Essential Dykes to Watch Out For by Alison Bechdel
Belle of the Ball by Mari Costa
Kiss Number 8 by Colleen AF Venable & Ellen T. Crenshaw
She Wears the Midnight Crown Anthology
Delilah Green Doesn’t Care by Ashley Herring Blake
The Scapegracers & The Scratch Daughters by H.A. Clarke
Spinning by Tillie Walden
The Girl from the Sea by Molly Knox Ostertag
The Ruin of Angels by Max Gladstone
The Traitor Baru Cormorant by Seth Dickinson
The Red Scholar’s Wake by Aliette de Bodard
Siren Queen by Nghi Vo
She Gets the Girl by Rachael Lippincott & Alyson Derrick
Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle
One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston
Those Who Wait by Haley Cass
Harrow the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir
Legends & Lattes by Travis Baldree
Into the Bloodred Woods by Martha Brockenbrough
From Here by Luma Mufleh
Alice Isn’t Dead by Joseph Fink
Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic by Alison Bechdel
Are You My Mother? A Comic Drama by Alison Bechdel
A Memory Called Empire & A Desolation Called Peace by Arkady Martine
Female General, Eldest Princess by Please Don’t Laugh
Clear And Muddy Loss of Love by Please Don’t Laugh
This Is How You Lose the Time War by Max Gladstone & Amal El-Mohtar
Down Among the Sticks and Bones by Seanan McGuire
A Restless Truth by Freya Marske
The Princess and the Grilled Cheese Sandwich by Deya Muniz
Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead by Emily Austin
Can’t get enough books with lesbians? Yeah, us neither – this new list for 2024 is on top of THREE rec lists of titles featuring lesbians that we posted last year.
Lesbian Visibility Week Recs Part 1
Lesbian Visibility Week Recs Part 2
Duck Prints Press Short Stories with Lesbian Characters
You can also view this list (along with all our other wlw faves!) as a shelf on Goodreads!
See a book you want to buy? You can grab it through the Duck Prints Press Bookshop.org affiliate shop!
What are YOUR favorite reads with lesbian characters?
#duck prints press#wlw characters#lesbian characters#queer books#queer fiction#queer non-fiction#lesbian visibility day#lesbian visibility week
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'am i making you feel sick...?'
gregory violet x gn! reader
general notes: wrote this on a whim, it's barely edited/proofread (whoops) so my apologies for any errors. post weston expulsion gregory. semi-angst? not really? also incredibly loosely based on strangers by ethel cain
a dreary summer had already made itself known at this point. with a constant drizzle of rain alongside an uncharacteristically harsh heat, it seemed as though the london fog would never dissipate. you could barely make out the street lamps as your carriage navigated the obscured driveway of the violet estate.
‘it is no wonder you were never fond of that harsh sun, my violet.’ you offered gregory a gentle smile. ‘this weather is far more comforting.’
no response. not even an acknowledgement of your presence. this wasn’t uncommon— since his premature departure from weston college, days would pass without even a glance in your direction.
‘…ah, well,’ you paused. ‘say, that music hall has been under construction for quite some time, has it not?’ despite faltering just slightly, your smile persisted. a way to maintain normalcy, you thought.
his gaze shifted toward you this time. a twitch of his eyebrow and a narrowing of his eyes signalled you had peaked his interest. there was an intent behind his stare, yet it was not something you could quite discern. he really was like a brick wall at times.
‘i have no interest in such things.’ gregory’s voice was quiet as his fingertips began brushing along the hem of his hood. porcelain skin juxtaposed the dark fabric and blue veins brushed along his arms like stems of ivy. furrowing your eyebrows, you couldn’t help but offer your hand to him, only to be met with a flinch in the opposite direction.
strange. to hold any part of you grounded gregory unlike anything else. not even his artistic expression could hold a candle to how you made him feel. despite everything, you nod your head in quick understanding and shift your attention to the landscape outside the window. it was a shame the road was so unstable; each time your shoulder brushed against his, you could hear his breath hitch.
gregory’s weak hands were visibly trembling, despite his feeble attempts to suppress them.
‘gregory… my dear, was there anything you wished to talk about? nothing is too great a burden for me.’ your demeanour softened. he didn’t take too well to others prodding him for information, yet with you… it was always something he didn’t mind. however, what you didn’t expect was for him to do nothing but grit his teeth in response.
had you struck a nerve?
your gaze shifted toward the window, yet gregory insisted on staring right through you. he took in one long breath, then finally spoke.
‘am i making you feel sick…?’
you swallowed the lump in your throat, unable to disguise your shock. it wasn’t like him to be so resolute. despite his insistence otherwise, he was still plagued by the murder of derrick arden. his hands were cursed to hold the blood of others, from now until the day he died. perhaps, if he was profoundly unlucky, he would have the privilege of turning a blind eye to his sins.
‘oh, my darling… not at all. not at all.’ you spoke breathlessly. no words could convey the tragedy of his circumstances, but it seemed gregory preferred it that way. peering to your left, your heart ached to see his eyes glossy with tears.
gregory moved his hand gently towards yours, his fragile fingers intertwining alongside your own. his skin was so cold, almost lifeless. yet when you took your free hand to cup the side of his cheek, it was unmistakeable how much of your warmth enveloped him. his eyes fluttered shut, a breathy sigh escaping his lips.
just as you had earlier, you smiled gently. 'my violet, just know that i love you.'
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In the aftermath of a civil war, power is divided between your family and the only other family that survived The Fall, The Northern Throne. They’d fallen out of power years back, but Leopold Drachmann, the self-proclaimed ‘King of The North’, has continued to rally the kingdom’s citizens against its rulers. In a last minute effort to save face, your parents both abdicate and push your brother, Cyprian, to the throne. You find yourself meddling in more royal affairs than you ever thought you would as you and your brother scramble to keep the kingdom- and your foes- in line. Will you save your reputation and rekindle the citizens’ love for your family, or will the monarchy come crumbling down?
Heavy Is The Crown is an interactive novel placed in the fictional kingdom of Sorawain. You play as a prince/princess/prin tasked with having to work alongside your brother to win back the trust of your people and shoot down the Drachmanns' assumed sovereignty.
Play as male, female, or nonbinary with the option of being trans/choosing your agab.
Customize your appearance and personality.
Romance or befriend 4 distinct characters.
Uncover the secrets of your friends and family alike.
Find out the reason Leopold is so dead set on taking down your family's rule.
Help your brother restore rule or suffer the consequences of some poor decision making.
Derrick Bracht (He/Him) - A well-known noble; not for his work as coroner, but instead for being Atticus Bracht’s bastard. A stoic man with an undeniable air of melancholy; he often comes off as cold and straitlaced. He doesn’t concern himself with others, preferring to be alone. You’ve known him since childhood, but have never been able to break down his thick walls.
Talia Kostien (She/Her) - The recent High Priestess and a friend of your brother. She's confident and her sermons are evidence of that, people hanging on her every word. You’ve never had much of a chance to speak with her, and you’re not sure if you want that to change.
Alexander/Alexandra Godfrey (Gender Cust.) - A new member of your royal guard, coming dangerously close to being something of a personal guard. It seems they've been instructed by your parents to stay especially close. You can't blame them, as their expansive military record is enough to impress even the High General.
Zahara/Zachariah Drachmann (Gender Cust.) - The child of Leopold and a sworn pain-in-the-ass. It's a little disconcerting how similar to their father they are, in both appearance and personality. Despite this, they don't seem determined to get their hand on the kingdom or remotely caring of their father's actions, preferring to just sit back and watch.
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Helping TBOM Fans who still can't find a slime tutorial <333
Original Cast:
Andrew Rannells as Elder Price
Josh Gad as Elder Cunningham
Rory O'Malley as Elder McKinley
Nikki M James as Nabulungi
"Whizzer and Olaf Go To Africa"
2022 Cast: (thanks to @bluepeets bc I had no idea who the majority of this cast was)
Kevin Clay as Elder Price
Cody Jamison Strand as Elder Cunningham
Kim Exum as Nabulungi
Stephen Ashfield as Elder McKinley
Jevares Myrick as Mafala (Understudy)
Derrick Williams as the General.
"South Park Mormons Slime Tutorial"
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i'm not sure who everyone in this cast is, so if you know anything feel free to add it in the tags!!!
#musicals#the book of mormon#kevin price#connor mckinley#kevin clay#andrew rannells#josh gad#Youtube
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I would love an au where the Phantomhive family murders and the fire never happened and Vincent needs to get to the bottom of Derrick Arden's disappearance himself:
He would absolutely enroll the twins as a way to get into the school. At least R!Ciel, but O!Ciel, too, if his asthma was under control.
As far as a reason to hang out on the grounds, I think he would try to play the nostalgic alumnus and propose some fundraising event.
Of course he would offer to fund and organize the festivities, and he'd have Alexis and Diedrich join in to try to make it appear as though they are just generous former students overcome with find memories of the school.
He'd probably have someone hired as a teacher, too.
The twins would be sorted into different houses. Vincent would be so proud to see O!Ciel in his old house, and he'd pretend not to be disappointed when R!Ciel was in Scarlet Fox house.
He wouldn't have his sons involved in most investigations, and he wouldn't tell them everything. But he would try to get any info they happen to pick up and encourage them to curry favor with the prefects and their drudges.
O!Ciel would grow as a person with the chance to be away from his brother. While his tactics aren't nearly as dark and scheming, he still manages to win the cricket tournament through underhand tactics. Vincent is so proud of his boy for cheating.
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