#in any case i'm here to rep my boys / support fandom writers and artists / have a good time

[type1diabetesinfandom]

I posted 1,077 times in 2022

That's 930 more posts than 2021!

138 posts created (13%)

939 posts reblogged (87%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@type1diabetesinfandom

@radiant-fanon-maker

@yourfavisdiabetic

@huxs-waifu

@dandelionwyn-o

I tagged 830 of my posts in 2022

Only 23% of my posts had no tags

#type 1 diabetes in fandom - 404 posts

#t1d - 242 posts

#type 1 diabetes - 130 posts

#diabetes art - 127 posts

#not diabetes related - 113 posts

#t1diabetes - 85 posts

#diabetic fan art - 77 posts

#canon diabetic character - 66 posts

#not fandom - 65 posts

#diabetes fics - 58 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#but it ended up feeling like i was only there so i didn't have to suffer through someone else doing it like they would any other project

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Diabetic Peter Parker Fic List

All right, people; there are over 20 Marvel fics with diabetes rep so far, so I split them up into a few parts. Peter Parker is apparently a VERY popular character to inflict t1d upon, so I figured his stories could go first :P Enjoy!

The fics are posted in alphabetical order. All links lead to AO3, although some may be posted elsewhere as well. Notes follow the tagging guidelines in my AO3 t1d collection.

If you like the fics, please remember to kudos and comment to let the author know you liked it. That’s the best way to support these fics and see more of them in the future. :)

*Friendly reminder that & in a relationship means platonic while / means romantic and/or sexual (Peter Parker & Tony Stark = platonic vs Steve Rogers/Tony Stark = romantic)

Bittersweet  by agathaharknness @misskatebishop

Relationship: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Steve Rogers

Rating: Teen and Up

Wordcount: 1,454, complete

Notes: Diabetic Peter Parker

Summary:

Peter Parker has blood sugar issues.

Breakfast of Avengers by shipskicksandgiggles

Relationship: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & James “Rhodey” Rhodes, Peter Parker & Natasha Romanov, Peter Parker & Sam Wilson, James “Bucky” Barnes & Steve Rogers, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner & Tony Stark

Rating: Gen

Wordcount: 1,309, complete

Notes: Diabetic Peter Parker, Former Diabetic Steve Rogers (until the serum), Continuous Glucose Monitor

Summary:

Peter was usually the last one down to breakfast on weekends, but this one particular day, that wasn't the case.

future outcasts, they don't last by familyheathen

Relationship: Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Rating: Unrated

Wordcount: 6,299, incomplete

Notes: Diabetic Peter Parker, Trans Peter Parker, MTF Peter Parker

Summary:

Peter Parker knows three things. 1. Her name isn't Peter. 2. She's not a boy. 3. She's alone in this.

high pressure low by familyheathen

Relationship: Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Rating: Unrated

Wordcount: 3,620, complete

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47 notes - Posted March 5, 2022

#4

Interest Check: I would love to have some sort of fan event for the upcoming Diabetes Awareness Month in November.

I'm thinking of doing some sort of prompt meme or general fest type thing. I want it low stress, low commitment, you can make whatever you want so long as there's t1d in it somewhere. Fic, art, gifs, anything goes. Any fandom welcome except RPF. Pretty much exactly like what usually goes here, except in a fest format.

I think it would be a good idea to offer some sort of prompts, like lows/highs, tech, diagnosis, whatever.

I have no issues with people doing their own thing either or heck just updating WIPs, but working in a prompt format or making a prompt meme (where people can give specific prompts and writers/artists pick and choose) can be really fun and bring a bit of cohesion to it while displaying the different ways people experience and create things. And ofc it helps offer motivation/inspiration.

So I guess if there's anything specific you want to see with a t1d specific fan event, shoot me an ask or a DM or reblog and let me know. Whether you're interested, what would make things easier for a larger variety of formats (gifs, art, podfics), or anything you want prompted.

I mean. There's a lot involved with this disease, and so many different ways to live with it and have to experience it and. I think this could be a great way to offer new content with t1d but also work with awareness month.

So yeah. Rambling a bit but please please please let me know what you folks would be interested in. Even if you don't plan to create anything yourself but there's something you want to see. Let's hear it.

52 notes - Posted July 31, 2022

#3

If you like DC or graphic novels and are looking for original fantasy/sci-fi stories with canonical t1d rep, I cannot recommend Swamp Thing: Twin Branches enough.

It’s a quick, fun retelling of DC’s Swamp Thing (as you may have guessed 😝). It’s basically the prequel/origin story.

And the main character has type 1 diabetes.

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111 notes - Posted March 27, 2022

#2

Guys. People. Folks.

Purple Hearts gave us a character who happens to have type 1 diabetes. It's important to the story, but it's not a big dramatic thing. It's just there in the background.

I love it.

120 notes - Posted July 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

How to Find Fanfics with Type 1 Diabetes in Fandom

A Comprehensive Guide to Navigating the AO3 Collection

Hello again, friends and folks!

I've realized some of the blog’s followers haven’t visited the collection of fanfics with t1d rep over on the Archive of Our Own (currently with 250+ fics across 100+ fandoms. seriously go check it out). It has also been brought to my attention that quite a few people are confused about either how to use the Archive or how to filter and search within a collection. I’m thinking the two are probably connected, so consider this my first attempt at a guide on how to easily do things.

Basically, imagine a little diabetic gremlin hovering over your shoulder and offering advice as you browse the collection. That gremlin is me. You’re welcome.

The primary goal of the collection (and this blog) is to provide easier access to fanworks featuring type 1 diabetes. That means:

NO incorrectly-tagged fluff fics butting in on #actuallydiabetic works

NO t2d fics (they have their own collection)

Diabetic characters that are written as diabetic and not simply tagged as such

Comprehensive tagging

Any fiction-based fandom, any trope, any rating

Every. Single. Fic must feature t1d in some way 

You just have to know how to use the tools available to you.

Other people have created several helpful guides on how to use ao3 in a more generalized way, so I’m going to provide links for those and then we’ll get into the nitty gritty of AO3 collections and my personal organizational system.

How to Use AO3--Handy Links

AO3 quick tips and tricks

A Comprehensive Guide to Archive of Our Own Filters

AO3 bookmark search 

A quick tip for subscriptions

And the veeery comprehensive FAQs on AO3, which are not difficult to read as they might first appear! Not sure where to start? Try the Search & Browse section.

You can check out @ao3org​ for updates

Once you feel comfortable using ao3 and want to get fancy with the css, check out @ao3skin​

@ao3commentoftheday​ is less on the technical and more on the user culture, but definitely a good one to follow if you want to get involved with fanfic. Their How to AO3 series is a goldmine tho

Now, disclaimer time! I do not see how many hits the collection gets. This is a hobby project I do on my own time because it’s something I wanted to have available for myself, and I hope other people also find use for it. The collection is something used to promote fics that have the content we want, not the collection itself.

Ok on to the fun part!

WELCOME TO THE TYPE 1 DIABETES IN FANDOM AO3 COLLECTION!

Click on that link. You should see this:

See that? Ok, good. This is the collection’s dashboard. This is where you can find all the different parts to it. If you get lost, click the highlighted link on the left that says ‘dashboard.’ It will take you back to this page.

*Everything is basically the same on mobile, except the menu on the left should be at the top of the page.

Dashboard

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192 notes - Posted July 1, 2022

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Pierce the Skies

Title: Pierce the Skies Author: randomwriter57 Rating: G Word Count: 2,836 Event + Prompt: @sormikweek day one - Elysia: Innocence/Beginnings Summary: Archery has never been Sorey's strong suit. Lucky for him, Mikleo has a knack for it. Notes: Hello! I'm Random and I've been lurking in the shadows long enough. Here's my first foray into the Zestiria fanfic world! Actually that's a lie - I've been writing sormik fic for months, but I decided to post now since it's Sormik Week! I'm super excited to share my writing and to see what everyone else has created. This fic came from an experience I had with trying archery, but that doesn't mean everything in here is entirely accurate ^^" I hope it's still enjoyable anyway!

Also on: AO3

The first arrow Sorey fires lands two metres in front of him. With a loud thwack, it strikes the ground, startling the poor prickleboar which was once his prey.

He watches it retreat, his tiny hands gripping the wood of his makeshift bow with a force that might be enough to splinter, were he not so young. He feels tears well up in his eyes, and though he knows there’s no need to cry, he can’t help but feel disappointed in himself.

Kyme kneels down beside him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Sorey. That wasn’t bad, for your first shot.”

“But I missed,” Sorey sniffles.

“It’s not the end of the world,” Kyme says. “There are plenty more prickleboars here. Do you want to try another one?”

Had he not felt so guilty, he might have given up for the day. So far it doesn’t feel like he’ll ever be any good at hunting with a bow and arrow. Besides, he wants to know what Mikleo’s being taught right now, in the lesson he apparently wasn’t allowed to attend. If it’s something they needed to be separated for, it must be some secret seraphic magic, right?

(Mikleo will tell Sorey everything he’s taught as soon as they’re reunited, of course. That’s how it always is, between them. All the seraphim in the village know that there is not a secret kept between the two children.)

Eventually, Sorey nods and lets Kyme lead him to a different group of bushes, facing a small clearing where a prickleboar sniffs at the ground, unaware of their presence. As he was taught, Sorey raises his bow in his right hand, carefully slotting the arrow in place and holding the weapon up with quivering hands. His stubby fingers clench the string as if letting go would send the arrow flying backwards towards himself.

“Look along the arrow to aim,” Kyme reminds him.

Sorey does so, setting his sights on the prickleboar. With his prey targeted, he draws back the arrow as much as he can. The problem with being so young, however, is that his bow is too big for his arms, and he isn’t able to get the full draw back on the string. When he releases the arrow, it acts much the same as the last - weakly floating for a few metres before stabbing the ground.

“You’ll get it eventually,” Kyme says, patting his shoulder lightly. “It takes time and practice, is all.”

Sorey doesn’t want to practice, though. The bow and arrow looks cool, sure, but he can already hunt with traps and the ceremonial sword he found when exploring the Mabinogio Ruins with Mikleo. Really, there shouldn’t be any reason he needs to learn to use a bow and arrow at all.

Before Kyme can suggest they try again, the sound of someone running towards them catches Sorey’s attention. He drops his weapon, turning to face the newcomer with a grin. “Mikleo!”

“Sorey,” Mikleo says, panting a little as he comes to a stop. “You’ll never believe what I just learnt!”

“Now, Mikleo,” Kyme says. His tone is not at all annoyed - in fact, he seems endeared by the children’s behaviour. “Sorey is in the middle of his own lesson.”

“Can Mikleo join?” Sorey asks. At least if Mikleo is here, it won’t feel so bad to not be able to use a bow and arrow. After all, Mikleo might not be able to use it either.

For a moment, Kyme considers it, before nodding. “I don’t see why not.”

It takes a few minutes for him to explain everything to Mikleo, taking care to flip the instructions to suit him as someone who is left-handed. When he finishes his explanation, he steps away from Mikleo to check his posture.

Sorey is entranced.

Mikleo looks like he is meant to use a bow and arrow. In the afternoon light, filtered through the leaves above them, he stands with a height taller than the trees, head held high and eyes piercing their prey as though they themselves are the arrow. His hands do not waver on the bow, though he too struggles to draw it back to its full potential. Sorey has always thought that Mikleo looks mature for his age (which is incredibly young, especially for a seraph), but in this position, he looks divine. Today, he is something Sorey cannot live up to.

Slowly, Mikleo draws back the arrow, then fires it.

It misses. But only barely.

“That was amazing, Mikleo,” Kyme says, patting him on the back. “You’ll become a fine archer.”

“Does that mean I don’t have to do it?” Sorey asks, feeling hopeful. “If Mikleo can do it, then he can hunt food with the bow and I’ll set some traps and get firewood.”

Kyme laughs at the suggestion, and tries to word his answer as nicely as he can. “There might come a time when you also need to use a bow, Sorey. We just want to make sure you’re prepared.”

Sorey is pretty sure there won’t be a time when he needs to use a bow and arrow when Mikleo isn’t with him. Even when he gets to explore the ruins in the world below, Mikleo will be there beside him, and they can probably hunt without a bow and arrow anyway, right?

Turning to face him, Mikleo grins. “Guess I win this round.”

“I’ll win next time, for sure!”

The two kids end up running back to the village without getting any more practice with the bow, and Kyme can’t find it in himself to be mad. They’re kids, after all. They might as well enjoy their childhood whilst they can.

When they enter the gate into Elysia, Mikleo drags Sorey in the direction of the house they share, ignoring the semi-questioning, semi-amused glances of the seraphim around the village. The moment they get inside, Mikleo closes the door behind him, his lips split in a grin.

“You wanna know what that lesson was about?”

Sorey nods enthusiastically. “Duh! Tell me everything!”

Falling into cross-legged sitting positions in front of the hearth, the boys huddle together as Mikleo begins to speak.

“Apparently we seraphim get these things called true names,” Mikleo says. “They’re really special! Gramps had to do some sort of arte to give me mine.”

“Woah,” Sorey says. “That sounds so cool! Can I get one?!”

Mikleo’s face falls a little, and he shakes his head. “Gramps said humans don’t need them.”

Despite Mikleo’s downtrodden expression and his own pang of disappointment, Sorey smiles. “Hey, it’s cool! So you have one, now?”

“Yeah. Gramps said true names are super special, and that I can’t tell anyone mine.” Before Sorey can even think to feel sad about not being allowed to know Mikleo’s true name, Mikleo leans forward with a conspiratorial grin. “You wanna know what it is, right?”

“Of course I do!”

“Hmm, I don’t know if I should tell someone who can’t even shoot a bow right…”

“Mikleo!”

“Maybe I won’t tell you.”

“Come on, tell me!”

Sorey launches forward, but Mikleo expects the attack. He blocks Sorey’s hands, then tries to reach his own towards Sorey’s abdomen. Sorey manages to reach past him, and the tickling ensues. Laughter fills the house as Mikleo wriggles under Sorey’s touch, both boys almost forgetting the conversation they’d been having in lieu of their tickle war.

Eventually, though, Sorey’s attack dies down, and both boys lie on the floor of the hut, breathing heavy. Everything is suddenly very quiet.

“Luzrof Rulay,” Mikleo whispers.

Gasping, Sorey sits up, staring wide-eyed at his friend. “Is that…?”

“You know what it is.” Mikleo gives Sorey a mock punch, though he smiles as he does it.

Sorey can’t bring himself to do anything other than stare, his lips mouthing the name silently.

“You can say it, you know,” Mikleo says.

So he does.

“Luzrof Rulay.”

The name feels perfect on his lips, perfect for the boy sitting next to him. The moment it passes his lips, he feels his connection with Mikleo grow stronger, somehow. He doesn’t really understand it, not when he’s so young and still has so much to learn. Still, cherishes it in his heart, a true link to Mikleo. A secret for the two of them.

It soon becomes clear that Sorey is not meant to be the archer of the pair. Even as he grows older and taller, his aim is still awful, and his hands shake whenever he draws the bow. Add the fact that Sorey does not enjoy his archery lessons, and the fact becomes reality.

Mikleo, on the other hand, is a natural. He soon becomes more than proficient in bow skills, hunting many of their meals with his own bow and arrow. The older seraphim can’t help but joke that it’s fitting, considering the difference in the children’s dispositions. Mikleo is straightforward, his mind always set on one thing. Sorey always has a mind filled with various possibilities, one which often strays away from his train of thought. Despite his young age, Mikleo has already found an answer without the bowstring of his heart wavering. It’s rather impressive, actually.

In the end, Sorey decides not to carry on with archery lessons, instead perfecting the other methods of hunting he knows - mainly smacking prickleboars around with his sword. That doesn’t mean he stops going to the lessons when he can, however, if only to watch Mikleo. He remains as mature and sophisticated as ever when he draws the bow, eyes focused on his target with pinprick precision. Sorey hasn’t seen him miss a shot in years.

He’s enthralled.

One afternoon, Mikleo is hunting as Sorey backs him up, though he’s mostly there to carry the load back to Elysia when he’s done. The afternoon light filters through the trees, shining on his face, but not enough to obscure his vision. With his back to Sorey, head facing forward, he draws the string back, aims, fires.

Thud.

“Nice shot,” Sorey says. “That makes four now.”

Mikleo lowers his bow, turning to face Sorey. “Four prickleboars for me, and none for you. I’m eating like a king tonight.”

“Hey! I can hunt prickleboars just fine! I just don’t want one of your shots to hit me.”

“Are you doubting my aim?”

“No way!”

The two of them laugh. A moment later, Sorey hauls himself up, moving over to the prickleboar. He retrieves the arrow, laying it on the ground before heaving the boar onto his back and taking it over to where the other three lie. When he turns around again, it is to see Mikleo examining the bloodied arrow, twirling it between his fingers with a delicate touch.

“Would you ever want to try archery again?” Mikleo asks.

“It’s not like I was much good at it,” Sorey says, scratching the back of his head. “Maybe if I was, then I would.”

Mikleo looks up from the arrow. “I could try helping you, you know.”

Sorey shrugs. He’s had Mikleo give him advice before, but he still can’t improve much. “I mean, I guess.”

“Come on, let’s try it now.”

Giving in, Sorey joins Mikleo, facing a tree with a sturdy trunk. Mikleo passes the bow to Sorey, who automatically gets into position, muscle memory from his lessons.

“Your posture is weird,” Mikleo says, moving closer to correct him. For a moment, Sorey becomes the arrow, moved by Mikleo’s touch into a more accurate position. It strains his back a little, and he can already feel his arms getting tired, but he perseveres.

“Is this okay?”

Mikleo hums, pulling out a fresh arrow and anchoring it to the string for him from Sorey’s right side, facing the bow. He then moves to stand behind Sorey’s back, examining his posture once more. “Your hand is shaking.”

“Oh, I didn’t notice.” He tries to still his quivering hand, but nothing happens. The bow still shudders under its touch, yearning for its usual master.

With a sigh, Mikleo puts his hand over Sorey’s on the bow, using his other to lift his right elbow a tad higher. His arms only barely bend when stretched across Sorey’s wingspan, something he decides not to comment on, knowing he’ll most likely get doused in water for his teasing.

“Aim for the tree,” Mikleo says.

He does. Or at least, he tries to.

“Pull the arrow back.”

He does. Mikleo’s hands remain where they are, supporting him.

“Now.”

He lets go.

Dully, the arrow pierces the ground a metre to the left of the tree. Mikleo’s hands fall away as Sorey lets his own arms drop, his grip on the bow tight.

“That’s better than before,” Mikleo says. “But I won’t be able to support you every time you shoot an arrow.”

“Well, that’s why you do the aiming, then,” Sorey says, turning to him with a grin. “You can handle the long-range attacks!”

Mikleo smirks. “Or maybe I’ll stick to my staff. It’s easier to spar with, anyway.”

“Hey, your choice.”

On the inside, though, Sorey can’t help but be thankful for Mikleo’s choice. As much as he likes seeing him using a bow and arrow, he values the time spent sparring with him more than that.

True to his word, when they reach the world below a couple of years later, Mikleo continues to use his staff in battle. Sorey can always count on him to be at his left side, fending off the hellions as best he can with his seraphic artes, and often diving into the fray with martial artes. Part of Sorey feels a little bad, knowing what it’s like to be on the receiving end of those artes during their practice sessions.

Perhaps that’s why, during their argument, when his presence is missing for so many battles, Sorey feels a little off-balance.

(Though his eye might be partially to blame. Still, that doesn’t explain why having the aid of fire instead of water felt so strange when he explored the Vivia Subterranean Aqueduct with Lailah.)

In any case, he continues to fight regardless. It’s not like he has another choice, and besides, he’s the one who caused this situation to happen. He doesn’t regret it, either - he doesn’t want to push his burdens onto Mikleo. Not when Mikleo has his own dream to achieve.

Luckily, time passes quickly, in that period of absence. Pushed on by their wish to find a vessel for the guardian seraph, his party travel to the Galahad Ruins, an expedition made less exciting by a presence Sorey won’t admit to missing.

(It’s not like they can’t tell, though. Missing Mikleo is almost like a kind of homesickness. Even though he doesn’t let it show, he still feels a vacancy in his heart, something missing, a feeling which tugs at the bowstrings of his heart. He knows Mikleo will return, eventually, but that doesn’t stop the feeling from pervading his soul.)

A short ways into the ruins, they find a room dedicated solely to an altar holding a beautiful bow, sculpted from metals, painted blue like the waves it represents. It is the Divine Artifact for a water seraph, Lailah explains.

(And Sorey, despite himself, can’t help but remember halcyon days in the sun, watching as Mikleo’s small arms drew back the string of his bow. As little as he wants to burden Mikleo with becoming a Sub Lord, he can’t imagine armatizing with any other water seraph, especially with this bow; An artifact filled with memories and nostalgia, history Sorey sometimes wishes to repeat.

He carries on without looking back.)

Yet, it seems the bow is destined to come into his hand, for only a short time later, Mikleo bursts in, a tidal wave of stubborn energy and determination.

“Do you really think this is your dream alone?” Mikleo asks, and everything clicks in place.

Holding up his arm, he says, “This is our dream.”

With the Sub Lord pact made, Sorey doesn’t think twice before enacting the armatus, Mikleo’s true name spilling from his lips in a natural flow. A familiar sensation of coolness envelopes him, and suddenly he is not alone, the vacancy filled as everything slots into place. The bow falls into his right hand as if it was meant to be there.

“I’ll do the aiming,” Mikleo says, already getting into the left-handed shooting stance. The unspoken words ring through, and Sorey can’t help but grin.

“Alright,” Sorey says, letting Mikleo guide their arms to aim at one of the centipede hellions flanking them. “I’m counting on you.”

Together, they pull back a bolt of water on the bowstring to its full potential, hesitating only for a moment before letting it pierce the hellions. Energy flows through them, connecting them in harmony.

“Congrats, you finally hit the target,” Mikleo teases as they aim once more.

Sorey can’t help but grin. “Shut up.”

Together, they pierce the skies.

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