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autisticlancemcclain Ā· 2 years ago
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fic rec friday 10
welcome the the tenth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.
1. A Rain-Check on Redamancy by @youraveragemushroom
Burnout these days usually came from working long nights at the Garrison. If Lance from five years ago could see himself todayā€”working part-time to rebuild Earth and full-time as an instructor at the very same institution that gave him his crippling anxietiesā€”he would probably shit a brick. Hell, five years ago he hadnā€™t even known aliens existed (although he always knew deep down that humans werenā€™t alone in the universe), and now heā€™s best friends with multiple! One of which had apparently texted him an hour ago.
Forgoing proper texting procedure due to fatigue and general doneness, Lance tapped on the icon to call back.
ā€œHello?ā€ a familiar deep rasp answered from the other line.
ā€œHey, mullet,ā€ Lance replied, pushing aside the papers in front of him to lay his head down on the desk. ā€œWhatā€™s cooking?ā€
In which Lance finds himself ignoring how late it is and indulges himself in pining after Keith. Which becomes slightly more difficult when said object of his affections shows up in the middle of the night to rescue him from paperwork, stress, and the melancholy that came from being away from him.
theĀ ā€˜god i wish you were hereā€™Ā ā€˜look behind youā€™ trope will get to me EVERY single time idc. always makes me all stimmy bc its THE epitome of romance. this whole thing was so so romantic and full of parallels to the first episode to show how deep their relationship has gotten...i love me some romantic parallels fr
2. sweetheart by @jilliancares
ā€œSorry, babe,ā€ Keith says. He even smiles, no doubt proud of himself.
And Lance knows itā€™s his fault. He started it, after all, but at least the biting term of endearment made sense when he was the one doing it. Keith had been talking to him like they were some old married couple. The kind whoā€™ve been married too long and donā€™t love each other anymore and gripe over meaningless shit, only managing to piss each other off even further.
Thatā€™s why Lance called him dear. Because it made sense in the situation. It was a calculated insult. A strategic jab.
Keith, on the other hand, is weaponizing the term of endearment without any rhyme or reason, simply to get back at Lance.
Or: Keith and Lance have gotten into the habit of using pet names as condescending insults. They're not really terms of endearment.
ooooooo god endearments going from sarcastic to desperately genuine and the inherent hopelessness in that....whew boy. its def a Concept that u indulge and then you have to clutch ur stomach. i remember reading this as i was getting ready and brushing my teeth and the cliff scene made me gasp out loud and stop just to i could pay Full Complete Attention
3. donā€™t speak the language by @goldengalaxies
ā€œMore importantlyā€ Lance says. ā€œI am currently having a breakdown in this lift because look at him- I am so incredibly gay.ā€
ā€œLance!ā€ Hunk buries his face in his hands. ā€œHe could speak English you know, your skills of deduction are really not that good.ā€
Lance ignores his warning in favour of groaning dramatically. ā€œOh, Dios mio, Hunk, heā€™s so gorgeous. Look at those muscles. He could probably bench press me.ā€ Lance fanned himself. ā€œOh my God, fencing is my new favourite sport, fuck swimming.ā€
(or the one where Lance thirsts after a random guy in the lift who he thinks canā€™t speak English. lance is very wrong and hunk is very much done with his shit.)
let me tell u about this fuckin FIC. itā€™s hilarious, but i first read it before i meticulously started storing and bookmarking my fave fics, so when i wanted to reread it i couldnt find it. but i KNEW it was hilarious so i spent fckn hours looking for it, and it took me hours too bc i coulnt figure out which tags to filter. but it was WORTH IT. the entire concept of this fic is hilarious and makes me laugh. amazing work.
4. Whose bright idea was this? by IronScript
When Lance is captured during a mission with the MFE pilots, he wakes up aboard Haggar's ship, though the witch herself isn't there, so he figures why waste an opportunity? Then he finds something that he definitely hadn't expected.
All the while, he has no idea that back at the Garrison, his team and a few select others are watching his every move.
bro the idea that the team is panicked for lanceā€™s safety and they desperately organise a rescue mission for him terrified that hes getting tortured and losing hope but by the time they find him heā€™s already got one foot out the door and has rescued himself is ENDLESSLY funny to me. like he really saidĀ ā€˜damsel in distress whoā€™ and i love him for that lmao
5. Garfle! Warfle! Snick! by IronScript
How the game show episode actually should have happened.
I'll admit to being a Lance stan, but even people who don't like him seem to agree that he was really fucked over in this episode. So here's my attempt at it. Is it more realistic than what actually happened? I like to think so.
another ironscript fic bc they nail bamf lance. this is how the gameshow WOULD have gone if vld gave a shit about their characters like actually. like yes of course the team is proud of each other and capable of acknowledging mistakes. of course keith knows lanceā€™s worth. of course lance is a badass. of course the team knows wtf theyre doing. love to read this when i get mad about the game show
thatā€™s it for today!! iā€™ll see yā€™all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!
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myokk Ā· 2 months ago
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my favorite bookworm
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icewindandboringhorror Ā· 1 year ago
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I know this is just a silly bad quality random screencap of a screencap that I found on facebook lol, BUT it's a succinct enough image to easily describe the concept in a quick/accessible way hopefully :
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(and of course, feel free to elaborate in tags, etc.! (especially elaborating about other senses as well.. can you "hear" in your mind just as well as you can "see"? taste? etc.) It's an interesting topic to me, as someone who's like a 4.5 at MOST lol. I'm curious what option will be the most common :0c )
#tumblr polls#hrmm... a little poll perhaps.. about a subject I find interesting.. since this image came across my facebook today#still really not feeling that well. no longer shaking violently and such but I still feel weird and weak much more than usual#They did say my markers for like infection or inflammation were elevated but that they werent sure of the cause so hopefully#it's nothing too serious. they did also say a lot of different things can cause that thing to be higher than normal but didn't go into spec#fics of what. maybe some of them are relatively benign or something. I still havent felt much back to normal since#I got really sick that one time though. I feel fine on and off but then little bouts of feeling weird and sick happen. hrmmm#ANYWAY.. looking for small ways to be productive. such as little doodles on evil ipad or editing game videos#or posting polls or cat pictures or some other like not very labor intensive things#I WISH I COULD FOCUS on writing HHRGGhh... I need to finish my game.. it would be so freeing.. a project that's been looming#over my head for like 5 years even though througouht that 5yrs I've probably spent a total of 3 months working on it lo.. ANYWAY#I still partially really cannot beleive that people CAN see stuff in their heads. There's always part of me that's thinking like. well mayb#e everyone DOES see the same exact thing but we just describe/conceptualize it so differently that we think we're talking about#different things when we're really not. But I have been assured by people I've talked to about it that they can GENUINELY really see#stuff in their heads like as vivid as an actual picture in real life or something. And the other senses are neat too. Like for exmaple I#can hear in my head much better than I can see imagery. I still CANNOT hear vividly like as if I were listening to actual music out loud..#but I think it's developed more than my sight. AND interesting how this varies the creative process. a friend I was talking to on the phone#said they write by literally just watching stuff play before them like a movie. where my process is COMPLETELY different. AND that affects#the content/what details we focus on as well as our individual styles of writing have differences that can be traced back to that.. hrmm
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jazzatron9000 Ā· 3 months ago
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back on my cowboy flint agenda with a lil sketch. :) too tired to color but still wanted to share
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yujeong Ā· 1 month ago
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Time was at a standstill. Vegas was holding his breath without noticing, and continued to hold it when he did - he was afraid of what would happen if he exhaled loudly enough to draw attention to himself. His gaze was shifting between Pete and the man who was standing before them in the doorway, blocking their entrance. Vegas had never seen him before, but even so, he recognized Pete in him enough to know who he was. A dangerous aura surrounded him. There was an edge to his presence that Vegas would only come across people of certain circles. He was a fighter. A muay khao. Pete's father. Shame coursed through Vegas' body, smearing his skin, settling in his lungs, rendering him speechless. I thought he was dead, he wanted to tell Pete if he could. He wanted to scream at him, I thought you killed him. Pete was the one who broke the stillness. As if awakened by something, he took a half-step back and made a motion with his arms, almost raising them to his chest, but not quite. In an instant, Pete reverted into the pet Vegas had been keeping at the safehouse, bound by handcuffs and afraid of his belt hitting flesh and drawing blood. A lump formed in Vegas' throat. "Have you stopped practicing? Your form is off." The uncanny similarities between Pete and his father appearance-wise didn't mean a thing when it came to their voices. Vegas shivered. Was this what Pete would sound like in a few decades? (Were these the condescending words he'd choose to spew? Was Pete going to embody his father? Was Vegas embodying his?) "What are you doing here?" Pete whispered. "They let me out for a few days, so I came here to collect some money. Imagine my surprise when I found out my offspring left the job someone found him worthy enough of doing to... do what exactly? Yaai didn't want to tell me." He crossed his arms, waiting for an answer. Vegas didn't know what he was allowed to say. If he was allowed to say anything at all. "It's none of your business." "I'd say it very much is my business, as well as yaai's business who was dependent on the money you were making being some rich asshole's human shield." A choked sound scratched Vegas' throat. He didn't like getting reminded of Pete being the main family's bodyguard, even though he stopped being one mere months ago. Especially like this. That was the first time Pete's father stopped looking at his son and turned his head to look at Vegas. For a moment, there seemed to be recognition in his eyes. Did he know who Vegas was? Did he care? A snort came out of his mouth. He leaned on the door. "Oh, I see how it is." He laughed, scratched his neck. "I never expected you to whore yourself out for money. Tell me, is it preferable to the path I carved out for you?" Vegas could sense the disgust in his voice. He could also see it on Pete's face. He was too astonished to share it, but not enough to be unable to speak. "Khun, there has been some misunderstanding-" "Don't bother. I can recognize a faggot when I see one." Pete's movements were too fast for Vegas to stop him. A direct jab to the nose; his father fell like a pack of cards, groaning like a wounded animal. Surprisingly, no blood - Pete held back. Vegas didn't know what to think about that. "That was a pathetic attack, even for you." "Get up." "We're not in the ring, son." Pete growled. Vegas could see his hands trembling as he was keeping them in the air, maintaining an offensive stance. "That never stopped you before." "You were too young to understand what I was doing back then. What I was preparing you for." Pete was silent. "The world isn't kind. It'll fuck you over one way or another." He got up, spat on the ground. "You still haven't learned a thing. You're too old to afford being naive." He turned around, and without sparing a look at Pete again, said: "Now get the fuck out of my house." (For @musictooth, whose posts about Pete's father have reignited my passion for this specific concept and for @wretchedamaranth, whose comments on my writing are always lovely and precious ā¤ļø)
#tw slur#vegaspete#pete saengtham#snippet#yu is writing#I started writing this today while waiting for my bus to arrive and wrote most of it on public transport <33#(hopefully it doesn't show lol)#there's a lot of context missing here but basically: VP visit yaai and a wild father appears#I didn't have space to include her unfortunately but just imagine her in the background with a sad look on her face#which is mostly fixed on Vegas :))#for no reason at all :))#due to a certain someone who I won't name (šŸ˜¤) I mayyy turn this into a fic? Maybe?#because 1. I did have a similar idea a year or so ago but never did anything with it and 2. this concept NEEDS to be explored more come on#because in my mind Vegas and Pete can't go to yaai's house until/unless Pete's father leaves#all their stuff is in her house#and they only have Vegas' car with which they traveled there#and Bangkok is too far away to go back now in the middle of the night (yes this happens at night time)#so basically what I'm saying is: VP will spend their night in the car :)#I'm sure the combination of an agitated Pete and a tired Vegas who's also equating Pete with his father due to their external similarities#will be a delightful experience for them both#I'm vibrating out of my skin just thinking about it#can I promise I'll write it and put it out there? Hell no#can I still get excited by the prospect of it happening? Hell yes#sorry I'm rambling a little too much over here#I just haven't felt this good writing in MONTHS#thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it <3333
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moregraceful Ā· 4 months ago
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It feels like getting pulled underwaterā€”the sharp sideways tug, the slight drag of resistance, then falling, falling, till the waves close over his head. But Logan can breathe when he rights himself again, even if the light has a watery filter to it and the voices have a distant echo. // Sometimes Logan gets a glimpse of guys who've been long gone from the teal, clustered at the far end of the bench or sitting in the box across the ice. He heard Jason's voice in the hallway loud and clear, that infectious laugh. And he could have sworn he saw Raffi fucking Torres getting out of a car in the players' lot. Something tells him not to look up the rosters.
Commissioned @impmakesart to make a painting based on the Sharks' Cali Fin hype reel + the flip side by frausorge. Imp was amazing to work with and I could not be more emotional about this piece and so, so pleased with how it turned out!! šŸ™‡šŸ»ā€ā™‚ļøšŸ™‡šŸ»ā€ā™‚ļø Commission him here. Thank you Imp!
#as i am sure has been very obvious i have been incredibly unwell this year for a variety of reasons#and i read that fic right after my uncle died suddenly and unexpectedly so i was thinking a lot about hospice while i was reading it#and i was going to about 8 million sharkuda games per week to just not be at home bc everything has fallen apart there#(also for a variety of reasons. but there is a lot of intense grief over my stepsister's death involved)#so today having signed a lease on an apartment on the entire other side of the country to be closer to career stuff and#get a fresh start and a hopefully happier and more stable life (even if a huge move and a career change makes me nervous)#while also the first thing said to me is that another family member had passed this morning (expectedly) and a relative#who became very sick recently (unexpectedly) and who due to advanced age does not have a great prognosis#it became a uniquely precious gift to have this completed and sent to me by imp this afternoon.#the fic + the ensuing games of seeing that reel hit a very tender part of me that has dealt with death and instability my entire life#and it is amazing to see an image of logan's similar loss and instability so perfectly realized!!#his troubled face!! the way it feels both underwater and in another world!! the lights all around that could be anything!!#looking up at the indistinct faces of his teammates who could be so so many people at this point but who he misses nonetheless!!#also PLEASE zoom in on the mist - the texturing and color gradients are SO cool. and the reflection on his helmet is so sick#the color scheme in this is freaking amazing and i just love it all so much man!!!#anyway i don't have a concluding thought. i was going to make this into a puzzle (i'm back on my bullshit)#but i will probably get it printed and framed too#if any of u come visit me know. know that your chances of seeing haunted logan couture are non-zero#and he could be ANYWHERE#art#san jose sharks#logan couture
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billdenbrough Ā· 3 months ago
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TESTING THE MATTRESS
aftg Ā· kevaaron Ā· 4.6k, e. itā€™s reunion season at the olympic village. kevin has a mattress delivered. aaron copes. ā€”for @naturecalls111, who loves the olympics more than anyone else i know and wanted kevaaron fucking on the olympic cardboard beds, and who also drew that shiny opening ceremony kevin up there <3 love u for keeps weā€™re still battling tho
ā€œYouā€™re the most ridiculous person Iā€™ve ever met,ā€ Aaron says. Kevin shrugs, unfazed. ā€œI prefer to think of it as resourceful,ā€ he says, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. Aaron watches his knees: up, down, up, down, up, down. He swallows. ā€œYou would,ā€ Aaron says, but he privately agrees. Itā€™s still ridiculous, obviously, but arranging for your own personal mattress to be delivered to the OlympicsĀ isā€”technicallyā€”resourceful. ā€œYou wouldnā€™t giveĀ JeanĀ grief for this,ā€ Kevin says. Aaron snorts, rolling his eyes. ā€œJean once didnā€™t tell anyone he cracked a rib for three days,ā€ he says dryly. ā€œGetting a mattress personally delivered to Olympic Village because heā€™s a princess who needs his comfort isnā€™t exactly on the cards.ā€
You can be friends with someone, see, as long as you donā€™t have to think about any of the times they looked at you with such raw, burning intent that kissing would have made a more convincingly platonic alternative.
read on ao3
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uhbasicallyjustmilex Ā· 1 year ago
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oh my god oh my god oh my GODDDDDD i canā€™t BELIEVE i found these on my little rainy october thrift shop wander this morning. like, one would have been more MORE enough. but both?? at once??? i am quite simply floating and may never touch back down to earth
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tetzoro Ā· 19 days ago
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good morning friendz and yappy saturday !!!! i hope today is a wonderful day for everyone !! try to take it easy and be gentle with yourselves ą¬˜(ą©­*ĖŠįµ•Ė‹)ą©­* Ģ€Ė‹we all deserve a lil break !! šŸ¤šŸ’«
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thebluestbluewords Ā· 9 months ago
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anti-Valentineā€™s Valentineā€™s date
I tried SO HARD to write the adorable Jal prompt that I received for Jalentines day, and instead of cute all my brain wanted to write was angst. Set in approximately D2, itā€™s a 3k lead-in to a longer Jal fic that Iā€™m probably not going to finish writing.
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Mal kicks the door of the boy's dorm open with the heel of the stupid, impractical strappy sandals she's been wearing since before dinner.Ā 
Or at least, that's what she tries to do. Instead, because her life is a curse and the very existence of high heels is a prison, the delicate silver heel of the shoe that Evie spent hours sourcing for her snaps off.Ā 
Great. Perfect. This is just how she wanted the night to go.Ā 
Mal pounds on the door with her fist instead. "Open up! I brought misery and disdain for the institution of love!"Ā 
A thump. "And chocolate?"Ā 
"No, I didn't steal any chocolate at all from my date with the king of Auradon," Mal says, as sarcastically as she can manage with one shoe on and the other broken to pieces in her hands. "Just let me in already."Ā 
The door pops open. "You're late." Carlos informs her. "Evie already went back to your room."Ā 
Wonderful.Ā 
"I don't care," Mal informs him right back, and shoves her purse, which is tiny and lilac and stuffed to the brim with all the chocolate she could fit, into his hands. "I need this princess shit off my body yesterday. I am not cut out for valentine's day, that's what I've learned, and also Ben's going to dump me and I don't care."
"Woah. Uh. Maybe you should care--"Ā 
Mal spins around to glare at him, and Carlos immediately throws his hands up. "I MEAN, your judgement is impeccable and we all hate Ben now!"Ā 
Ugh.Ā 
"I don't hate him," Mal snaps, yanking her earrings out and throwing them sort of in the direction of somebody's dresser. There's still enough empty space on the top for her to recognize it as a dresser, so signs point to it belonging to Carlos. "I hate love. And valentine's day. And dating."
"You said you hated froot loops yesterday." Carlos points out. "Because I took the last of them. So like, I'm gonna take this with a spoonful of salt here. Did your date not go well?"Ā 
Mal rips the pins out of her hair with so much force that one of them flies into the mirror. It doesnā€™t shatter, which is a fucking shame. She would have liked to make an awful mess. "I hate love, and I'm going to die alone surrounded by the bones of my enemies. No, it did not "go well,ā€ā€ She stops ripping out pins long enough to add air quotes, which are essential to the dramatic effect of it all. "He asked if I love him back, and I told him, again, that I don't know how to love people, and he made this horrible face and was so kind about the whole thing, and just-- ugh!"Ā 
Carlos is hovering. "Iā€™mā€¦sorry?"Ā 
"I'm sorry we ever came here." Mal spits, yanking her other shoe off and throwing it somewhere in the direction of Jay's shoe pile. "I don't-- I can't be a princess. I hate that I just-- I don't know how to do anything, and I hate when people look at me like I'm supposed to know what I'm doing, and there were all these cameras, and--augh!"Ā 
"Jay's in the shower," Carlos offers. "If you want to bother him about it."Ā 
"I want to hit something," Mal admits. It's not a perfect solution, but she's already feeling a little bit less like her skin is on too tight now that she's got her hair loose and wild around her shoulders and her earrings and stupid, uncomfortable, impractical shoes off. "I think-- d'you want to spar with us?"Ā 
"Can't. Homework." Carlos gestures to the textbooks he's got spread out on the neater one of the boysā€™ beds. "I've got a test tomorrow and if I fail I'll have to retake the class."Ā 
Mal leans over so she can see the textbooks. It looks like history, maybe. Something with a lot of dense text and no visible math problems. "I can't imagine you failing any test, furball." she says, meaning it. How well they thrived on the isle of the lost isn't a perfect gauge for how well they're doing in Auradon, but school is school no matter where they are, and Mal can't remember her little nerd ever failing a test.
Ā Carlos goes even tenser at her attempt at reassurance. "First time for everything."Ā 
"Still, you failing?" Mal scoffs. "We're in Auradon, not Wonderland. Not everything is upside down and inside out and topsy-turvy. Or whatever Allieā€™s sayings are.. You'll be fine."Ā 
"I'll be better if I study. Sorry. No sparring for me tonight."Ā 
Ugh. Mal rips another pin out of her hair and throws it towards the mirror with the others. "Suit yourself. I'm going to go bother Jay into letting me beat the shit out of him."
Carlos flashes her a little half smile. "Have fun."
ā€œOh, I will,ā€ Mal assures him, and spins around to go invade the sanctity of the boyā€™s showers.Ā 
The short, barefoot walk down the hallway to the boy's bathrooms gives Mal critical time to think about her plan of attack. She's wicked and awful, naturally, but she's also not especially interested in getting shouted at by a teacher for being out of bed and in the boy's showers tonight. She's had enough of being shouted at by adults who think they know better than her. She's not some Auradon girl to be controlled, so she's simply not going to get caught.Ā 
Which means she's going back to the boys room.Ā 
At least she'll remember to grab some different shoes this time.Ā 
"Fuck off, Mal," Carlos calls through the door when she knocks a second time. "You can't steal my shoes."Ā 
"I can steal whatever I want, actually," Mal corrects him, opening the door and barging in, as is her right as their fearless leader. She is Mal of the Isle, and she's not a prize to be won or a princess to be wooed. She's going to steal whatever shoes she likes. "Jay's shoes don't fit me right."Ā 
Carlos throws a pen at her. "Neither do mine, you're just delusional about the size of your own feet. At least take my sneakers if you're going sparring. I hate when we have to dig out the poison kit after hours."Ā 
Mal sticks her tongue out at him. Her shoes are all perfect, and she's also perfectly aware of the size of her feet, which are currently half a shoe size smaller than the one Carlos wears.Ā  As such, their shared approximate size gives her the right to steal his shoes whenever the princess ones she's been dressed in are too much for her to manage, physically or mentally. . "I'm taking the ones with spikes."Ā 
"Are not."Ā 
"Are so," Mal says, diving under the bed to where he keeps all four pairs of his shoes lined up. "I'm going to add more spikes while you're not looking. Poison-tipped ones. Razor-sharp."Ā 
"Use porcupine quills, they're barbed." Carlos says helpfully, making absolutely no motion to get up and defend his shoes.
Mal shoves aside the fallen textbook, grabs the hoodie shoved under the bed for later, and ah. Thereā€™s her prize.Ā  Boots (with spikes), dress shoes, cleats (more spikes), and there at the end, sneakers.Ā 
"Fishhooks," Mal suggests. "The giant ones that rip holes when they come out. And I'll dip them in bleach powder so it burns the whole time they're inside."Ā 
Carlos shudders. "Gross."Ā 
"You're gross," Mal rips her dress over her head, and does not wince at the popping noise the shoulder seam makes. Evie can fix it again later, or they can burn it. Whichever. "I'm taking your clothes too."
"Wash the bloodstains out before you put them back."Ā 
Shirt. Pants. Hoodie. Sneakers.Ā 
Ill-gotten disguise on, Mal flashes him a thumbs up on her way back out the door.Ā 
ā€œHey,ā€ Mal calls out, keeping her voice intentionally low. Sheā€™s got the hood of Carlosā€™s stolen hoodie pulled up over her hair, and sheā€™s relying on the sight of a familiar size-shape-color-scheme to deter anyone from looking too closely at her. Not that thereā€™s many students around the boyā€™s bathroom at 9pm on Valentineā€™s night, but still. Sheā€™s not exactly looking to get caught. ā€œJaybird?ā€Ā 
Thereā€™s no noise in the bathroom except for the irregular drip of a shower head that hasnā€™t been turned off quite hard enough. All the money in the world, and Auradon Prep still doesnā€™t have showers that actually work how theyā€™re supposed to.Ā 
Itā€™s ridiculous. If Mal were in charge of the school budget sheā€™d be putting all the money into showers. A hot shower and aĀ  fireplace in every dorm, so that none of the students have to feel cold if they donā€™t want. Thatā€™s the budget priorities Mal would have. Warmth, and then food. The dining hall could stand to leave leftovers out longer after meals.Ā 
ā€¦princesses donā€™t think about food. Sheā€™s been around Evie long enough to know that one. Princesses are tiny and perfect without even trying. Princesses eat salad and fruit and donā€™t order fries with anything. Princesses are the sort of people the king is supposed to be dating, and Mal is never, ever going to become that sort of person.Ā 
ā€œMal?ā€Ā 
Mal does not jump. She justā€” startles. Just a little. ā€œHey.ā€
Thereā€™s a smile playing at the corner of Jayā€™s mouth. ā€œHey yourself. I thought youā€™d be out with Ben still.ā€Ā 
ā€œYou know price charming,ā€ Mal waves a hand. ā€œHad to have me home by midnight or else he was afraid Iā€™d turn into a pumpkin.ā€Ā 
ā€œItā€™s nine thirty.ā€Ā 
ā€œLocalized curse. The younger you are, the earlier it thinks you should be home. We picked nine, just to be safe.ā€Ā 
ā€œYou can just say you had a bad date, killer,ā€ Jay says. ā€œIā€™ll be your alibi. You need a shovel?ā€Ā 
Mal snorts. ā€œIt didnā€™t go that badly, give me some credit. I just freaked out when he started talking about love. While we were on a date to talk about love.ā€Ā 
Fuck.Ā 
A lot more of the evening makes sense when she frames it that way. None of the bullshit theyā€™ve found online talks about dating the king of the entire country, but thereā€™s a lot of website with mind-numbing names like psychology today and buzzbees news that make it very clear how important Auradon brats think nonverbal communication is.Ā 
She went on a date. On Valentineā€™s Day.Ā 
With Ben.Ā 
ā€œā€¦Killer?ā€Ā 
Focus.Ā 
ā€œFuck off.ā€ Mal snaps reflexively. ā€œIā€™m fine. Just. Plotting.ā€Ā 
Jay dodges around her for a pile of fabric, which reveals itself to be his Auradon-blue team hoodie. ā€œYou wanna plot somewhere a little better?ā€Ā 
ā€œWhat I want is to go home, but Iā€™m not going to get that,ā€ Mal says thoughtfully. ā€œI was going to ask you to spar with me, but if youā€™ve got any better ideas Iā€™m open to hearing them.ā€Ā 
ā€œBreaking and entering.ā€ Jay says immediately. ā€œWe should blow this place. Thereā€™s that all-ages club in townā€”ā€
ā€œIf I have to touch another human being Iā€™m going to scream.ā€Ā 
Jay touches her arm deliberately, a sustained pressure that doesnā€™t even read as touch, just comfort. Mal drinks it in like heā€™s pouring the comfort directly onto all the jagged, awful pieces of her soul. ā€œIā€™m not a human being?ā€Ā 
ā€œShut up. Youā€™re mine, itā€™s different.ā€Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re mine, then.ā€Ā 
Thereā€™s a piece of her heart that fits perfectly again the broken edges of his. Mal couldnā€™t let go of Jay if she tried, not for anything in the world. Not for her mother breathing fire at them, not for Fairy Godmother insisting that itā€™ll be good for them to make other friends, and not for a stupid holiday that says sheā€™s only supposed to be tied to one person, and not even the one holding on to her right now.Ā 
ā€œSure.ā€ Mal agrees, because she canā€™t put words to the enormity of feelings sheā€™s experiencing. Villains donā€™t have feelings, but sheā€™s reformed now, and itā€™s harder to describe the feelings with words than it is to have them. ā€œWe can sneak out, see what trouble we can find.ā€Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re all the trouble I need, killer.ā€ Jay says, too honest. ā€œIā€™ll take you out of here whenever you need. Wherever you want.ā€Ā 
ā€œSap.ā€Ā 
ā€œPrincess.ā€Ā 
ā€œDo I look like a princess to you?ā€ Mal leans back to gesture at herself. The sweatshirt she stole isnā€™t Auradon-blue like Jayā€™s. Itā€™s an old one, ratty in the way that all their old isle stuff is, and nearly transparent at the elbows. The seams are held together with Evieā€™s neat machine stitching, but the thread is three different shades of red and grey all mashed together, and thereā€™s a hole in the edge of the hood thatā€™s exposing the soft inside of it. Her sneakers are a size too big, and laced tight to compensate. Her hair is still a mess from the violent undoing that sheā€™d subjected it to, and she canā€™t be bothered to try and tame it, not when her chest is bursting with feelings that donā€™t have any place to go except for out of her body, in tears or screams or whatever violence sheā€™s able to inflict that will drive the awful right feeling out.Ā 
ā€œThe prettiest princess in all the land,ā€ Jay says, and jumps back before the words are even out of his mouth, out of the range of Malā€™s swipe. ā€œCā€™mon, killer. Youā€™re the fiercest baby dragon I know. Come out with me. We can find trouble somewhere better than this.ā€Ā 
"You're trouble already," Mal grumbles, but there's no bite to the words. She wants, wholly and completely, to be somewhere else. "The gates are locked for the night, you know."Ā 
"No problem. Besides, you can just say you're on an important errand for the king and get through all the school security."Ā 
"I could," Mal agrees. It's not like she's afraid of a little misplaced power when she can wield it. "But it's more fun to sneak out."Ā 
Jay's grin is a bright flash in the darkness. "Hey, I've got a stupid idea."Ā 
Mal grunts. "Shoot."Ā 
"I could toss you over the fence."Ā 
"The twenty foot fence."Ā 
Jay shrugs. "It's more like twelve feet. At least according to the build specs."Ā 
"Which you came across..."Ā 
"Totally legally. They're in the library, if you know where to look for 'em."Ā 
"You're impossible," Mal sighs. "Okay, once you toss me how are we getting you over?"Ā 
"I'll jump."Ā 
Over the twelve foot fence. "Sure, and when you break your leg falling back down?"Ā 
"You'll magic me back together again. Humpty-dumpty this shit."Ā 
"I don't think you actually know that rhyme."
"I know your rhymes," Jay shoots back. "You've got magic for levitation in the spellbook, yeah?"Ā 
"I don't have the spellbook with me, wise guy." Mal points out. "I'm not even wearing my own shoes right now, what makes you think I memorized magic that'll get us over the fence?"Ā 
Jay's eyes are too bright. She's going to have to use a spell just to hide him, and the magic will burn her out, and they'll get stuck on the wrong side of the fence, and-- that's what she would think, if she were Jane, or someone will less awesome magic powers. She's Mal of the Isle, and she's got this shit under control.Ā 
"Dragon magic," Jay says cheerfully, like it's not late and they're not doing something totally against all of the rules they're supposed to be learning by sneaking out to the city. "I trust you, killer."Ā 
"I could kill you," Mal grumbles, but she raises her hands and lets the magic gather there, blue-green sparks catching on her fingertips as she pulls the spell out from her mind. "Make this boy as light as air, hop the fence without a care."Ā 
The magic falls over Jay in a net of shimmering sparks. They absorb in after a second, but the look suits him. Mal spares a thought for her sketchbook, which is tucked away in her locker with the rest of the books she hasn't had the time to touch in weeks, and the drawing her fingers are itching to make. "You can hop it now. You'll be light enough to jump over the fence with a regular leap."Ā 
"Sweet!" Jay turns and drops to a knee. "Hop on."Ā 
"Piggyback? Seriously?"Ā 
"No better way to hop it together. Unless you'd rather I throw you over."
It's dangerous, and not just physically. Mal's been doing a pretty fucking good job at squashing down the feelings she's not supposed to have for her best friends, but this...Ā 
She's emotionally illiterate, but Jay's offer to take her out tonight is like a picture book. Or one of those furniture instructions that doesn't even have language, just pictures to follow.Ā 
He cares about you, Mal's traitorous brain whispers. More than your boyfriend does.Ā 
Ugh.Ā 
"Don't do anything stupid," Mal says, even as she's the one climbing on. "The spell should be good for a few leaps, but--"Ā 
"Can't hear you, too busy blowing this place!" Jay grunts, pushing them both upright. "Let's fuckin' go--"Ā 
"Don't--"Ā 
"Hup!"Ā 
Well. At least they're on the other side of the fence now, even if they crashed directly into the school holly bush on the landing.Ā 
"Oww," Jay groans. "Might need a little more practice on that spell. I think there's something wrong with your magic assist on the landing."Ā 
Mal yanks a leaf out of her arm. "There is no magic assist, dumbass. I tried to tell you, but somebody decided to go full steam ahead without listening to my warning. We're over now, and that's what matters."Ā 
Jay mumbles something unintelligible. She can only assume it's rude, given the circumstances. Ugh, holly leaves are not the hot new accessory of the season, not even when they're doing a levitation act and sticking with a single thorn into her nose.
Ā "Speak up or shut up, jaybird."Ā 
"I said--" It's impossible to tell in the darkness, but it looks like he might be blushing. The school grounds are supposed to have automatic lights, but a little wire cutting took care of that for them, and they're sneaking out under cover of darkness tonight. Mal's good at knowing her crew, but she can't be sure. "I, uh, you're important. To me."Ā 
"Don't get mushy on me."Ā 
"I'd never. Just. We're sneaking out together, and I wanted you to know, I'd never commit crimes and misdemeanors with anyone else."Ā 
"Liar."Ā 
Jay flashes her a smile, but he's doing the thing where he's got a hand tangled up in his hair, and it makes him look heart-wrenchingly sincere. "Yeah, but not to you."Ā 
Oh, gods. "Don't go having feelings on me," Mal says, swallowing down the wobble that wants to creep into her voice. "I can't handle it. Not tonight, please."Ā 
Just like that, Jay's posture melts into something different. Not quite his usual confidence, but something closer to normal. "Sure. No feelings. I can do that."Ā 
"I don't--" Mal scrubs a hand over her eyes. "I didn't mean that you can't have feelings, just. I can't be the one to handle them tonight. I'll do whatever you want tomorrow, just-- can we just go be somewhere else tonight? I can't handle all this lovey stuff."Ā 
Jay's shoulders melt even further. Mal can't look him in the eye, she can't, she won't--Ā 
He's smiling. His hand is so, so warm in hers. "Killer."Ā 
"I'm sorry."Ā 
He shrugs. "Whatever. You're allowed to have a bad night. I'll take you out, we can forget this ever happened tomorrow. Easy."Ā 
"You should have someone better," Mal cries, and the horrible realization that she's crying sets in. "I don't want feelings for you!"Ā 
"shit," Jay whispers, so quietly that Mal is sure she wasn't supposed to hear it at all. "Dragon, we don't have to do feelings like the Auradon brats. You can just be mine, and I can be yours, and we don't have to do any of the mushy shit that's freaking you out. We can just run away."Ā 
"Together."Ā 
"Yeah. Unless you spelled somebody else over the fence while I was distracted."Ā 
Mal wipes the sleeve of her stolen hoodie across her nose. "Ugh, no. I don't use magic for just anybody."Ā 
"See, there you go. I'm honored to be worthy of your magic, your royal evil-ness."Ā 
ā€œFuck off,ā€ Mal groans, and then before she can lose her nerve she steps close enough to cup his face in her hands. Thereā€™s no magic this time, but Jayā€™s skin is hot and soft under her palms, and it feels like there should be magic between them. ā€œIā€™m the worst girlfriend in the world, so I wonā€™t ever put you through that. Iā€™m selfish, and Iā€™m flaky, and I canā€™t say that I love you, and I canā€™t ever promise that Iā€™ll be able to say it.ā€Ā 
Jayā€™s face is a thundercloud. ā€œDid Ben say you needed to say it back?ā€Ā 
ā€œNo, butā€” Benā€™s not here right now. Thatā€™s the point. Heā€™s not the person I run to when everything in the world is too much for me to handle. Benā€™s sweet and all, but heā€™s not who I want to be with when Iā€™m upset. Can you imagine what heā€™d say if I suggested running away from the grounds?ā€Ā 
ā€œWhat ho good chap, let me summon a car to escort you from the venerable grounds of our fine institution,ā€ Jay picks up her thread, mocking. ā€œAnd yeah, I guess when you put it that way, itā€™s pretty silly to think about Ben taking care of you.ā€Ā 
Mal sucks in a breath. ā€œExactly. Heā€™s sweet, but I donā€™t know how to deal with sweet, and it feels like the pressure of it is killing me. You know how to push back when Iā€™m being a monster, and I donā€™t know how to fit that into one of the relationship boxes Iā€™m supposed to use here.ā€Ā 
Jay tips his head into her hands. ā€œWe could make our own box.ā€Ā 
ā€œWe could.ā€Ā 
ā€œI wouldnā€™t ask you to be my girlfriend.ā€Ā 
Mal leans in. ā€œI know,ā€ she tells the space between Jayā€™s parted lips. ā€œI know.ā€Ā 
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reineydraws Ā· 2 years ago
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some doodles i sent on discord to my teams while the @grimmichibigbang was goin' on back in 2021 :))) inspired by the two stories i contributed art for!
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ratmouseshrtwo Ā· 3 months ago
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Welcome back Datmouse!!! have a uh crappy Lint doodle i tried drawing while procrastinating on my fic based on your SUPER COOL AWESOME design! (now you see why i always say i cant draw people TT)
I tried making a custom cloudspire tshirt but like drawing without a pen can only do so muchā€¦.
ANYWAYS FIC SOON!!! I JUST HAVE TO EDIT IT A BIT!!! :D
How are you? :3
YAYYY!!!! LINT JRWI YAYYYYYYYYYYYY THEY LOOK SO COOL !!!!!!! YAY
LEAFY FIC SOON........ BUG EYES...........
i am like mostly good i think idk school kinda sucks but im homeschooled so i can worry about that LATER!!! THIS SHIT AINT NOTHIN TO ME MAN (it is everything to me and i put way too much of my self worth in my grades)
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dw-flagler Ā· 5 months ago
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gross thought but like what do you think would happen if taylor got a parasite. like a tapeworm. one of the ones that hatches in the human body. cause her power doesn't detect larvae or eggs i don't think so she wouldn't know about it if she drank dirty water or something.
again gross thought but i'm thinking about her like detecting through her power a tapeworm hatching in her own stomach. or intestines. wherever tapeworms live. what would you do about having a tapeworm in your stomach and knowing about it from the moment it hatches from its egg. like do you let it die? cause she controls it so she can just make it so it doesn't eat any food and it starves to death. does that make it worse does that kill you
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lovesickeros Ā· 7 months ago
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This is a little out of the blue, but I genuinely really enjoy hearing your tsaritsa lore and character breakdowns. She's hasn't been someone I'm terribly invested in getting to know as a character, but reading your thoughts on her has really piqued my interest. I've never considered what being the goddess of love could mean I guess
Anyway, all this to say I've been really enjoying your tsaritsa/fatui hype :) it's contagious
THIS IS SO GOOD TO HEAR i love going into deep dive breakdowns of characters especially ones who don't really have a lot of content, because it provides wiggle room for a lot of interpretations. not that i can blame you for not being too invested in her, considering we've never actually seen her, and only hear about from a few sources (venti, who doens't really say much, and childe + arle who also technically dont say much in the grand scheme of things but understanding their characters to see how it changes their view of the tsaritsa and where it overlaps is a good chunk of it)
so its my job to do what hoyo doesn't and hype the hell out of her /j. ive been writing her since i joined sagau around when it first started snowballing into popularity i dont think i could leave if i tried
#asks#Anonymous#not a fic#the tsaritsa is one of my faves and frankly the fatui as a whole. top 3 faves is something like tsaritsa arle&furi and bina#its the harsh contrast of ā€œgoddess of loveā€ and tsaritsa that just. chefs kiss. i keep saying it but its true.#a lot of harbingers core themes are about love too like okayyyyy im listening. im seated.#the goddess of love also being the cryo archon. being in snezhnaya. the coldest nation yet and will prob have the dragonspine mechanic..#i think its shown especially with arlecchino and her entire story. i wont say much bc. yknow. spoilers. its been like 2 days since release#bc while arlecchino is better then the old knave she is not a good ā€œfatherā€. i mean shes still raising child soldiers. knowingly.#and i do not think she ā€œlovesā€ them. i think she CARES about them. but she does not love them.#she is the cold unfeeling ā€œfatherā€. that is her role. it is her purpose. she refuses to be like the old knave in that manner#she will not pretend to love them to make them loyal. she will not put up a facade of kindness to make them listen#but i also find it interesting that after arle took over at some point ā€œmotherā€ was attributed to the tsaritsa#i cant recall where the line is from atm but its such an interesting bit that says so much#all children of the house of the hearth are children of the tsaritsa and thus. ā€œmotherā€.#looks at the wall of text in tags ah fuck i did it again. SHUT IT DOWN#someday i wont get distracted and write an essay in tags. today is not that day!!!#glad u enjoy my ramblings though its fun 2 write and nice 2 know ppl like them :]
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todayisafridaynight Ā· 7 months ago
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Iā€™m fairly new to the fandom, but I do have a question if you can answer it! Why do people ship Daigo with Aoki / Masato? I tried looking to see if theyā€™ve interacted before, but couldnā€™t find anything! Sorry for asking Iā€™m just </3 dumb AND I LOVE YOUR ART OF THEM!!! Nerd looking ahhhhhh
hi ! welcome to the community i hope you're having a lovely time so far and ty for enjoyin my stuff :) no need for apologies it's a very fair question to have :]
i cant speak for everyone (all. ten people into masadai anyway) but Personally To Me i just think the idea of them together is very funny. thats quite literally it im afraid..
#snap chats#//twenty page google doc in the background// ignore that. it's mostly for comedic purposes#might also be my fault idk sorry about that. allegedly. idk ive had like three people tell me they started to ship them cause of me šŸ§ā€ā™‚ļø#@mementoasts is another person who's drawn masadai and whose stuff i love and am inspod by .. i love their disneyland fic sm ...#there was another artist on twitter who posted a neat drawing of them but i cant remember who they were and i didnt bookmark it //screams//#recently there's been ANOTHER masadai artist ive started following on twitter - @wifekiryu. his account's n/s/f/w fyi before you go looking#he has a tumblr too @foxdies. i say cause i realized as much recently vjeaKLGJALKGJ#oh but I GUESS ill get deeper into why. /i/ personally ship masadai or whatever#first off they're opposing factions yet their character alignments Do Not Match their roles. stereotypically anyway#aoki who leads the 'surface' of society and is meant to be an admirable figure and someone 'just' when really. he sucks LMAO#though that's not atypical of politicians but just from a stereotypical This Is A Respectable Individual perspective of his role#daigo on the other hand leads the 'underbelly' of society- yk comprised of dangerous criminals and outcasts and whatnot#yet as we know him daigo's compassionate and considerate of his men- he doesnt treat them like tools like aoki does#if put in a room with the two daigo would be most people's choice of person to hang out with. probably open a trapdoor on aoki tbh#and i think thats really cool and epic i always love that kinda Subverting Expectations thing#theres also the fact they both started off like. edgy/angsty in the franchise and then brush up down the line#masato does a stronger 180. publicly. obviously but its still really funny they both have to get their act together#if you wanna talk about in-text reasons. there really is none LMAO I TELLS YOU masadai is pure crack#but if i wanted to pull a muscle reaching then there's daigo being on aoki's side while everyone else is on arakawa's during the funeral#im lying of course. mitsu was behind him. rgg tryna make me forget mitsu exist .... put him back in y8 ....#and ofc ichi joins that side to even out the seating but moving on another Goofy Reason is arakawa being like#'the chairman and my son are like p much the same age Surely he knows how he thinks :)'#and then i just think daigo being all smarmy about outsmarting aoki is really goofy and im choosing to interpret that as personal#they both also have issues with their dad. s. dad/s/. anyway.#tbh the google doc tag was a joke but i really could sit here and list every dumb reason why i think theyre funny together#like i started going over the tag limit so uhhhh yeah needless to say i have a lot of. dumb reasons šŸ’€šŸ’€šŸ’€šŸ’€#one day ill use the main text for long rambles like this but todays not that day Point Is my imagination is rampant im afraid#so the short and sweet of it is I Think It's Funny. And They'd Be Terrible Together. Which Is Why It's Funny.#and the unfortunate part is anything i find funny i obsess over for a year so. //gestures to the mountain of bullshit thats my masadai tag/
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daddyplasmius Ā· 2 years ago
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okay, so, I've collected a bunch of DP fandom stuff that I remember off the top of my head, specifically in chronological order & colour coded here in this post (fics/comics, tumblr posts, important imo) for no reason other than I saw a post asking for Phandom history & it triggered my biggest, most long-running hyperfixation & now I'm curious if anyone else remembers stuff.
this link is going to be the permanent version I will be updating, but I'm posting what I currently have (gonna go through my old laptop later for more) just to let people know. you can also find the link on my blog, but only on desktop. It isn't colour coded there, sorry.
please share more if you got anything else cuz I'm 100% sure I'm missing a lot of stuff & am too interested now. the biggest reason a lot of stuff isn't here is that I simply can't find it. second biggest reason is i forgor. things not included here aren't "unimportant," this is just the first stuff that comes to mind.
putting it under a cut 'cause it got kinda long
Mars by JadeRabbyt (2005)
Checkmate by pearl84 (2006)
Conversations of a Ghost Gabber by Cordria (2006)
The Foley Maneuver by bluemoonalto (2007)
One Thousand Years by Nylah (2008)
Lab Rat by AnneriaWings (2009)
Lost by Cordria (2010?) [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]
Phantom of Truth by Haiju (2011)
Ghost Deaths (2012)
Through Coals and Rain by Kakawot (2012)
Shadow of a Doubt by Haiju (2013)
Pink Pants (2013?)
Wes (2014) [original] [1] [2] [3] [4]
this "I'm Inevitable" gif (2014)
Space AU (2014)
Treading Water by The Full Catastrophe (2014)
Danny, you dead IDIOT!! comic (2014)
wash away the darkest days by anthrop (2014)
Reverse Trio (2014)
Inverse Trio (2014-2016) ALT
Halfas are "feral children" (2015)
Burn the Streets, Burn the Cars by anthrop (2015)
It's Not Gay if He's Dead by phantomrose96 (2015)
You Smell Like Death by starfleetrambo (2015)
Ghost Bird AU by @rest-in-peachs (2016?)
Things I Can(not) Do In Amity Park by RedHeadsRock1010 (2016)
KEtTLE by Cordria (2016)
Deeper, Darker by Silvermoonphantom (2016)
Danny Phantom Punches Butch Hartman In The Face by MistressVintage (2017)
Dannypocalypse (2017)
Ghost Train (2017?)
Ghost Physics by jayrockin (2017)
Ghost Infographics (2018)
The Taxonomy of Ghost Cores: An Observational Study (2018) Communicating with Ghosts Professionally: A Study (2018)
Species in Danny Phantom (2018?)
Diddles Piddles by diddly-darn-ghost (2018)
Broken Ectoplasm by ghostanimal (2019)
Ghost of Heroes by Enigmaris & ScarletNightFury (2019-2020)
do not stand at my grave and cry (i am not there, i did not die) by blueh (2020)
Undercover Phantom by artistfingers (2021)
Corruption is a Two Way Street by datawyrms (2021)
Things That Bleed by artistfingers, kkachis, & Perfectly_Inconspicuous (2022)
10,000 works on AO3 (2022)
Ghost Speak:
Danny's handwriting (2015?)
Cordria (2015)
Fiver-Rivers [1] [2] [3] (2019)
Rubber Chicken Sounds (2019)
#Danny Phantom#Phandom History Archive#do you even understand how hard it was to find the original Wes post????????#i spent like 2 hours on that alone#Wes Weston why are you so hard to find#just realizing that a lot of shit happened in 2014#like. 2014/2015 ish#i joined somewhere between 2014 & 2016 so i guess i literally came here right at the peak of phandom activity#the height of tumblr's paranormal activity. you might say#i think i'm just biased though#should i put my own fics on here. Phantom is pretty important to me being my first DP fic#& also the thing that got me back into writing#it's not very good but by god if i dont love it. & anyways i put Bird AU on here lol i think i can put Phantom up at some point. as a treat#also if any links are broken tell me cuz i'm not checking them again. it's 4am#reminder: gotta find those Bird AU fics i read & put em here. there ARE actual Bird AU fics. i know there are. i did not hallucinate that#it just might be the hardest thing on earth to do since that was years ago & i have no idea what they were called#anyway gonna add a fuckton of fics & (hopefully) tumblr posts when i go through my old laptop. i got everything bookmarked on there#like. so many fics. i had them organized too based on what kind of fic it was. but they all have stupid names cuz i was like 15#me: i should do my stencil art today. just to be a bit productive & also maybe make money#my brain: what if you organized Danny Phantom fandom posts into a big archive for people to look at? for free. until 4am.#me: you know what that sounds so much better let's do that
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