#scrapegracers

[pensivegladiola]

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[detective-inspector-her]

Hehe

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Girls Night

YA contemporary

four unlikely girls are thrown together and decide start a fight club at their girls school, and quickly become friends

but things start to get out of control, putting their friendships and safety at risk, and they must decide whether to keep hold of the club or each other

4 POVs, all sapphic, a deaf MC

[billygaysanguine]

If Valkyrie and Scrapegrace had been the main duo-

...

Well, I don't know what would happen but it might have been funny. My mind blanked after the first half of that sentence.

ok ive actually thought before how they could have been friends maybe in a siblingesque way where they dont get along very well ever since that chapter in the faceless ones where they sneak around the sanctuary together THEY SHOULD HAVE HUNG OUT MORE.. anyways. scapegrace really has no reason to make friends with stephanie in the beginning but youre right it would be funny. she would 100% come out worse

[pizza-is-my-buziness]

Hope you’re having a nice day. Can I ask what are the best queer books you’ve read?

Okay anon. I feel like I've trained for this my entire life lol

So full disclosure, most of the queer books I've read are sapphic books so pretty much all of my recommendations will lean in that direction.

Realistic Fiction/Romance (YA)

She Gets the Girl (this is my absolute most favorite in the entire world I think lol)

Forget Me Not

Home Field Advantage

Melt with You (another top tier favorite -I finished this book and cried because it was what I had been looking for my whole life and that's when it dawned on me that I could just...keep reading books like this forever)

She Drives Me Crazy

The Lucky List

Not My Problem

Out of Character

6 Times We Almost Kissed (And One Time We Did)

You Should See Me in a Crown

Margot Zimmerman Gets the Girl

Hazel Bly and the Deep Blue Sea (middle grade not YA)

Realistic Fiction/Romance (Adult)

Delilah Green Doesn't Care/Astrid Parker Doesn't Fail

Mistakes Were Made

Cleat Cute (it isn't out yet but trust me it's so great)

In the Event of Love

Payback's a Witch

Kiss Her Once For Me

One Last Stop

Horror/Fantasy/Sci-fi

The River Has Teeth (I am obsessed with this author)

Squad (graphic novel)

I'm the Girl (definitely check trigger warnings for this one)

These Fleeting Shadows

The Bone Spindle

The Restless Dark (seriously this author)

The Dead and the Dark (obsessed)

Missing Dead Girls

Scrapegracers

*I would probably check trigger warnings for most of the horror stuff just in case!

Also honorable mention to the Truly Devious series which is just so awesome but a secondary main character is in a queer relationship with a non-binary character and another character identifies as ace. The mysteries are also amazing.

Historical Fiction

Last Night at the Telegraph Club

Miseducation of Cameron Post (not so much romance, more coming of age)

The Mercies (does not have an on-page happy ending)

Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo (I didn't love this one but it feels like it has to be said lol)

A Few Notes....

I know that I'm forgetting some. I basically sat by my bookshelf/went through my Goodreads for the past 3 years so I'm sure I'm missing some older ones or some classics.

Basically what I look for in a queer book is that it's going to make me happy and make me feel good so hopefully that will be true for other readers -horror is, of course, my favorite and...wow the romance just hits differently

I have a huge TBR I have amassed that has lots more titles that I haven't read personally but would be happy to post for anyone interested

I know that a lot of these books are of similar perspectives/backgrounds/etc. and would love further recommendations and suggestions!

If anyone wants to add to this list I would be thrilled!

[thesummerstorms]

Now I low key want to commission art of my Changeling OC, Anna, because the last time I got art was in like... 2012 maybe?

In that time she's gone from a slightly callow House Fiona centrist teenager with a penchant for fire magic who spent most of her time bothering werewolves, generally a thrill-seeking, spoiled scrapegrace who liked pretty things and truly believed she was untouchable...

To a Modernist Knight of House Scathach, banished from her birth House of Fiona when she chose to become an Autumn Sidhe and remain among mortals during the Shattering, as quick with a blade as with a laugh. She's still a thrill-seeker and often tangled in affairs of the heart (because you can strip her of her former title but not of her soul) but tempered by dreams of noble responsibility and Idealism. She's a little older, her eccentricities no longer excusable as a childhood quirk, but still often misled by her curiosity.

From a teenage girl sneaking over fences in frilly skirts to a woman in silver armor and a grey cloak, the faintest slip of red silk teasing from beneath her collar. From a well-meaning but easily distracted young member of the elite to someone despised by the upper echelons for her strange convictions and disregard of her own former station.

I love her so much, and I love how she's grown up as I've grown up. (I was maybe 16 or 17 when I first made her as the 13-year-old character "Siana ap Fiona".)

[detective-inspector-her]

Scrapegrace

[detective-inspector-her]

When I was doing my re-read I saw this in the second book and was like 'hmmm... Alexander Remit... sounds familiar. I'll take a picture to remember it for later.' Some of the other names like Ode come up later as Elders which is bad enough. You think you can kill an Elder? Especially with all of the Cleavers they will have around them at all times? Okay bro.

But then...

A few books later when Valkyrie is shunted over to Malevolent's dimension we meet Alexander Remit... and he's a teleporter. A TELEPORTER! NO FUCKING SHIT YOU COULDN'T KILL ANYONE SCAPEGRACE! THE BOOK DIRECTLY AFTER THIS HAS THE FACT THAT TELEPORTERS ARE HARD TO KILL AS ONE OF THE PARTS OF THE MYSTERY!

'I'm the killer supreme. I make murder into an art form. I've never killed anyone yet- not even someone without magic so my next step it to kill someone who can DISAPPEAR TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE COUNTRY\PLANET AT WILL. Yes, there is nothing that can go wrong with this plan.'

'Failing this, I'll kill the Prime Minister.'

To be fair, it's impressive he managed to go so long with out being caught- what with all his targets being either:

A. High profile and highly difficult to kill due to magical abilities

B. High profile and highly difficult to kill due to political advantages

C. Both

Either way, just something I noticed and didn't know how\where to bring up until now lol

Being honest I noticed the Teleporter one and none of the others lol.

But also, this dude is dedicated and I respect him so much for it.

@billygaysanguine come and respect the dedication.

[billygaysanguine]

Trans vampire Scrapegrace

hmmm true actually

[sapphicbookoftheday]

The Scrapegracers by H.A. Clarke

Today's sapphic book of the day is The Scrapegracers by H.A. Clarke!

Summary: "An outcast teenage lesbian witch finds her coven hidden amongst the popular girls in her school, and performs some seriously badass magic in the process.

Skulking near the bottom of West High’s social pyramid, Sideways Pike lurks under the bleachers doing magic tricks for Coke bottles. As a witch, lesbian, and lifelong outsider, she’s had a hard time making friends. But when the three most popular girls pay her $40 to cast a spell at their Halloween party, Sideways gets swept into a new clique. The unholy trinity are dangerous angels, sugar-coated rattlesnakes, and now–unbelievably–Sideways’ best friends.

Together, the four bond to form a ferocious and powerful coven. They plan parties, cast curses on dudebros, try to find Sideways a girlfriend, and elude the fundamentalist witch hunters hellbent on stealing their magic. But for Sideways, the hardest part is the whole ‘having friends’ thing. Who knew that balancing human interaction with supernatural peril could be so complicated?

Rich with the urgency of feral youth, The Scapegracers explores growing up and complex female friendship with all the rage of a teenage girl. It subverts the trope of competitive mean girls and instead portrays a mercilessly supportive clique of diverse and vivid characters. It is an atmospheric, voice-driven novel of the occult, and the first of a three-book series."

[detective-inspector-her]

This is both Scrapegrace, Nefarian and somehow Saracen all in one go.

he's forty years old. he's babygirl. he's unhinged. he's creating problems for himself and everyone else. he's god's favorite punching bag. he's a whore. he's pathetic. he's my poor little meow meow

[wishesofeternity]

Scapegracers is the queer witchy small-town coming-of-age girl-gang masterpiece that I've always wanted

[ask-them-bois]

They sure are, darling~. My beloved slaughtering scrapegrace bequeathed them to me when I gazed upon their incomprehensible 7orm~. Be7ore my lord was so kind, my eyes were... unsightly, no pun intended~. I still prefer to keep them covered though, as their appearance 7rightens the unworthy~.

[turtleferret]

Writeblr Introduction!

Hi there! My name is Turtle, and I write sci-fi/fantasy and horror! I’m 26yo, LGBT+, POC, and I use she/her pronouns.

In my life, I’ve dabbled with writing, drawing, and coding, but the one I always come back to is writing. I have gone to school for Graphic Design and IT, but it’s been literature that’s kept me goin honestly.

I wanted a place to share my thoughts and hopefullymaybe some future fanfic or original fiction in whatever piques my interest, so here I am and it’s lovely to meet yall :D

WIP Influences

Gail Carriger’s Soulless Pentalogy

KC Alexander’s Necrotech/Nanoshock

Arkane Studios’ Dishonored

Bioware’s Dragon Age Series

Chris Sharp’s Cold Counsel

Brandon Sanderson’s Stormlight Archive

Brian Staveley’s Chronicles of The Unhewn Throne

Hannah Abigail Clarke’s Scrapegracers

Joe Abercrombie’s First Law

Mattel’s Ever After High/Monster High

Anberlin

Betty Who

Coheed & Cambria

Paramore

The Midnight

ALEX

Battle Beast

What I Write

I am a soft woman. I have seen and been through Enough and I like soft things. At the end of all the suffering, I’d like there to be respite in a place surrounded by everyone I love and a nice spot where I can live in solitude away from them when those types of moods hit.

But I am also a woman who is weak for violence because violence may not be the answer in real life, but in fiction, when you’ve had Enough, you can break a face in and beat your problems into submission. Also the idea of being born in some unforgiving landscape, weaned on Mother Nature’s breast and taught by those who have suffered her moods is highly appealing to me.

My WIPs usually involve non-A/B/O werewolves, magic, makeup, and some sort of mishmash all of the above.

Socials

Discord: turtleferret#1648

Goodreads, Twitter, AO3, Spotify: turtleferret

Pinterest: amayaturtle

I’m always up to message, meet new people, and get book/music reccs should anyone seeing this want to share or chat! Thank you for reading!

[detective-inspector-her]

Don't call us dead men, I don't really want to be shot, stabbed in the back or burned, ya'know?

We're like Thrasher, Clarabelle and Scrapegrace.

No they're zombies.

Ok ok ok. We're... All Desmonds and Melissas. I am a Desmond. I tend to forget where buildings are.

i always mean it when i say i love you btw

[bygosscarmine]

A PERILOUS ENGAGEMENT

Man from UNCLE - Wife or Knife AU

for @karis-the-fangirl  later rather than sooner, but here is the fruit of your Wife or Knife AU in my imagination!

It’s ended up being less about the source material and way more about the potential of a very rigid, very tall man being forced by a small pistol of a woman into a [fake?] relationship. It was incredibly fun to write, and rewrite. I hope it’s enjoyable to read!

1/12

The ball may have been the event of the season in the country town of Middleton, but it was hardly high society. This should have set Elias Carrick at ease. Considering that he wasn't really meant to be in Middleton, and his friend Napoleon was so determined he should go, the general effect was a more subtle form of disquiet.

Napoleon was not the actual inmate of Elba Island, but a friend from Oxford given the moniker for reasons best left unsaid in polite society: more properly George Solo. His reassurances were to the tune of, “If you’re ever to make vicar from curate, you’ll need connections. And to make connections you need polish. The first step to polish is to at least have attended a party once.” Not reassuring, and putting rather a lot of weight on a single performance.

Solo had been in the neighborhood of Middleton kicking his heels at his uncle’s home for several weeks. Finding that Carrick would pass through the country on his way to the parish in the North, he had invited him to stop for a short holiday. Carrick had surprised even himself by accepting. The amusements had been tame enough so far, but he could not shake the sense he might end up regretting this whim deeply. He had regretted every other caper the dashing but devious-minded Solo had drawn him into, back in the day.

He stood feeling rather like a lamp-post at the edge of a London bustle, stock-still and being bumped into as if practically invisible. There were silks and muslins fluttering about, and smart jackets darting between them, all turning eager faces towards each other with smiles in their eyes. The chandelier light filled the room with a slight haze of smoke, and the heat of so many people all crowded together made him feel a little out of sorts. He had attended a middle-aged woman to a seat, and had been quite happy to allow her to gossip away at him, but had been supplanted by a matron who thought she was rescuing him. Now he had to find some other way to be politely engaged in the party, and Solo was at his elbow to make sure he did.

"Solo! My boy," said a figure of rather aged splendor, approaching. "And your friend, delightful!"

Solo made his introductions between Carrick and the Squire--his uncle was helping the Squire in some matters of business, and the man had generously included them all in his invitation. The dubious nature of inviting the man of business's nephew and friend to a ball was probably just a highlight of the country life, but Carrick felt as though he shouldn't have accepted.

"You know, there just aren't enough handsome lads about in these parts to do the pretty, so it's a famous thing to have a few visitors! Now, come, I must carry you off to please the young ladies."

Understandably, he took Solo along first, and Carrick purposefully missed his look of beckoning, to remain shored up in the debris of the party's tides. The Squire bore back down on him pitilessly, however, and ushered him along to stand up with a young woman of reddish blonde hair and a delicate face. Since Carrick was well over six foot, and built on the lines of yeoman, she seemed to be in some terror of him.

He said gently, "I am not sure I will get all the steps right," since he knew that his preference for silence did not strike people as comforting. She glanced up at him nervously, but when he moved without too much clumsiness she seemed relieved, and even made some remarks to him as if taking pity.

Being a man of the cloth did seem to excite a certain tendency toward pity in women. At least he had found it so. She left his side at the end of the set without hesitation, but with a polite word of thanks, so she was not fleeing him, either.

He had hoped to disappear into the crowd again, but Solo bore down on him with a woman who he clearly had been dancing with himself, as they laughed together. She was dressed as a matron, but still young and lively, which suited Solo. In fact, she appeared to be a widow as well. Her dark eyes were gleaming as Solo said, "Elias Carrick, madame. Future vicar and current scrapegrace. Carrick, this is Mrs. Hettisham, the Squire's daughter."

"Pleased," said Carrick, bowing.

"Keep her safe from that clumsy fellow in the eyesore coat by taking the next dance, all right?"

"It would be my pleasure," said Carrick.

The woman was quite kind to Carrick, and far from nervous. He enjoyed the scant moments they had in each other's company in the country dance that was raucous and so disorderly that when he forgot his steps it was quite unnoticeable.

"Ah, it is so nice to dance again," said Mrs. Hettisham. "But I must retire or my mother's friends will think me quite lost in dissipation."

"Let me see you to a couch, ma'am," said Carrick. He hoped to settle her and then give her company, since it would mean not having to meet yet another stranger. However, the Squire was busier about the room than his slow gait would have led one to expect. He was at Carrick's elbow almost immediately, with another blushing young lady who had no partner.

As they entered their apartments at the inn after the evening, Carrick told his friend, "If you wished for me to go to this party to gain a little polish, I can't see how it could have answered the purpose. I spent the whole evening scaring little girls."

"Sometimes learning that you are the scariest thing in a room is just the thing to find the proper confidence. Mrs. Hettisham is a wonderful example. A woman who certainly knows her own worth well enough to command whatever situation she is in."

"She is lovely."

"You know, I don't think she is?" said Solo, musingly. "But it makes no difference."

-

Gabrielle Seymour was meant to be in mourning. In truth, she grieved, and was mourning the loss. She was impatient with the form of the thing, however, which seemed to force her to sit and think about how unhappy she was and how little she could do about it. She had "borrowed" some clothes from one of the maids to sneak down and at least listen to the music, but had been forced to take up a position in a corner just enough obscured from the ballroom to see the edges of the dance while also worrying someone would stumble onto her taking the wrong door for supper.

She was choosing her moment to sneak back away, and it was probably now. Her aunt was safely ensconced close to the door to the dining room where she could scrutinize her staff's missteps closely in setting refreshments, and her uncle was now holding court in the card room where his status as host would not prevent him from losing a great deal of petty cash to his guests.

Just then, her elder cousin Lady Hettisham darted over as if to smooth her skirts out of the crush. “Have you seen them?” this dab of a woman in a charming half-mourning of watered silk asked in an undertone.

“I can’t see a thing from here, as you well know, Maria,” Gabrielle retorted.

“Oh, do keep an eye out,” the young widow said, and escaped to not bring attention that way.

Gabrielle could not hazard a guess what it was Maria wished her to see, since what she found immensely entertaining ranged from a truly terrible clash of jewelry to signs of an incipient tendré between ill-matched young people.

Gabrielle was just timing her dart across the hall, risking being glimpsed from the door, toward the servant stair when she saw the stranger Maria had wanted her to notice. A fair man of some height was leading Mrs. Pratt to a seat at the wall. Gabrielle knew from her own experience of coming into this neighborhood several years before that Mrs. Pratt looked even at first sight like an obnoxious woman and proved to be so in a very short time of acquaintance, but he was leaning down to hear her over the music with an intent expression. He not only helped her to her seat but sat beside her as a sacrificial lamb to her conversation, without the slightest appearance of humoring someone he wished to avoid. For a moment, Gabrielle sat riveted by the grave, square face of the young man at her uncle's ball. Then she recollected that if she could see him so well, they also might see her, despite her drab dress. The odd pair had found the few chairs shoved beside this side of the fireplace, which she had relied on being unwanted as both hot and cramped. She fled as smoothly as possible from the area.

Maria was happily chattering as her maid undressed her when Gabrielle knocked and entered.

"Someone had a delightful time tonight," Gabrielle said, keeping her voice light.

"I had never thought a Middleton ball might see a rake who knows just how to entertain a young widow," said Maria with a chuckle. "It takes so very little to make me feel gratified this way!"

She cast a more piercing look at Gabrielle, however, and said, "You did not enjoy yourself, did you, coz?"

"My disguise made it quite impossible for me to do so," Gabrielle said drily. "I had to hide in a corner and wish in vain to be brought a cool drink. I saw that large, fair man with Mrs. Pratt, but you would be put to the test to convince me he was a rake.”

"Oh no! He danced by me with little Georgina, and looked as though he were trying to juggle eggs, he was so nervous and gentle. I believe he is destined for the church. Luckily, his friend is destined to be a man of business. I do not understand how they are friends."

Gabrielle asked for more details on the flirtation, so she might not have to discuss more about her own evening, and soon bid her cousin goodnight. She spent some time in her own bed thinking, however. It made more sense that her cousin had been pointing to two strangers, particularly one who had flirted with her. 

It stung more than it ought to that there were young visitors in the village that she would probably never meet. She didn’t want a London season, or even to be asked to dance at the ball--she just hated to be hidden from the world as if it were shameful that she had lost both her parents. As if she was too young to be trusted to behave in company like a mourner.

If they didn't treat her so much like a disobedient pup, she would have an easier time behaving.

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Link to all posted chapters here.