#scrubbed fic

[xiaq]

Ok, I know I already have way too many books on my TBR, but I'm curious: What is your favorite scrubbed-for-publication work? I just had The Love Hypothesis rec'ed to me and I think it's hilarious that, when I saw the cover for the first time at the airport months ago I thought "That guy looks like Kylo Ren." Apparently there's a reason for that. Anyway, now I'm thinking I should dedicate an upcoming month to just reading scrub for pub books. So far I've got Beautiful Bastard, After, and Point Pleasant on that list.

I'm also planning to do a sports romance month as well if you have any recs in that category. :)

[glassedplanets]

i am still soooo charmed by that one set of eyecatchers

[qixjone]

the aftg books but instead of neil being kidnapped at the riot he was attacked at the colombia house/ the dorms, the only places he felt comfortable/safe

[pencilofawesomeness]

Yui lies awake for an indeterminable amount of time, watching shadows make patterns on the ceiling above them. The heartbeat against her fingertips beats a constant tattoo against her skin, a reminder that she’s not alone, that the body next to her continues to live and breathe and exist in this world. 

—Famous Last Words Chapter 3, from May Death Never Stop You by @slexenskee

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Okay so I binged this series in about the span of a week and it did things to my brain. The scene where Yui gets Satoru to come home and sleep lives rent-free so I had to draw it. She's the most little sister ever and this scene made me cry from the bittersweet wholesomeness. My utmost respect to slex for this masterpiece of a fic.

[spicyraeman]

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[mottinthepot18]

Chapter 11. Jar

[anauro]

sometimes when I get like rolls on the side of my stomach I feel very fat, but then I think of dass James gaining weight and developing these too and being self conscious cause Regulus looved seeing his abs, but actually Regulus also adores the fat rolls and calls them love rolls, because they mean James’ love for regulus was finally stronger than addiction and that’s hotter than any abs could ever be

[lu-fic-recommendation-of-the-day]

Hi! Was wondering if you'd be willing to promote my fic:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57602674

Summary:

Time thought he could escape his past in Termina. He thought he'd never have to see the moon fall again or use any of those masks. However, that all changes when he and the Chain are forced to go to the land of his trauma. How will he manage leading the team, dealing with his trauma, and a younger him?

Tags:

Time is So Done

Childhood Trauma

Time Needs a Hug

Time is a Good Parent

Angst

Angst and Hurt/Comfort

Time-centric

Minor Link/Ravio

Mentioned Zelda

Termina

(Skull kid is a little shit)

one of them dies

(not gonna tell who tho:3)

Major Character Injury

Character Death

Serious Injuries

He/Him and They/Them Pronouns For Wild

Link Uses Sign Language

Wild is a Little Shit

Selectively Mute Wild

Word count: 4,868

Finished: No

[katkat030]

lovely people of hermitblr, does anyone know if Bdubs calls Climb 10 a boy or a girl, or if he just doesn’t do either?

Usually if you’re encouraging a horse you’d say something like “good girl”, for example

[jessamine-rose]

*lovingly tackles Aine*

Read my Yandere! Pierro longfics first ♪( ´▽｀)

Last week, my beloved mutual @ainescribe surprised me with Savior! Darling fan art and AHAI9232@2-!/! CRYING SCREAMING I WANT TO LOOK AT THIS ART AND WORSHIP YOUR VERSION OF SAVIOR THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BLESSING ME WITH YOUR ART—

*clears throat* Anyway, now that I finally have the time to properly sit down and comment on the fan art, I’ll do just that. Feedback will be in the tags and it will be unhinged. Once again, thank you so much to Aine for drawing this <3

[candy8448]

Art for my SideQuest! fic where the boys go on an adventure in their animal forms to save the kingdom of Hyrule

[bbcphile]

WIP Wednesday

It's Wednesday, which means it's time for another excerpt from my Mysterious Lotus Casebook longfic!

This week, enjoy Fang Duobing trying to get Di Feisheng to take care of himself by explaining how it will help Li Lianhua take care of himself. (AKA. FDB's Caretaking 101 for DFS). (You can find earlier excerpts here.)

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Fang Duobing sniffled, picked up the cloth once more, and got to work. At least the cabinet was almost blood-free. Only one stain left. 

“What did you mean about Xiangyi and help?” a-Fei asked on Fang Duobing’s third pass over the stain.

Fang Duobing’s hands stopped mid-scrub. Did a-Fei even have any caretaking experience? Either giving or receiving? Or had he just always used qi to heal everything, so recuperation was never an issue? Starting from the most basic level and working up to the question was probably the best move.

He started scrubbing the stain again, willing his hands and voice to be steady. “Li Lianhua will need rest, right? And sleep, and food, and medicine.”

“Obviously. He’s healing.”

Well, at least a-Fei knew that much.

“It took me a decade to recover from my duel with Xiangyi, Duobing,” a-Fei said, his tone as dry as the basin was wet. “I’m familiar with the process.”

A decade? So he really had been in seclusion all that time. Wait–Li Lianhua had injured him that badly and he wanted another duel? How did that make any sense? He mentally shook himself and tried to find the thread of the conversation again before he could spiral off in a different direction. “Alright. I’m assuming the Medicine Demon or someone was overseeing your healing. Did you actually follow his orders?”

“Of course,” a-Fei said, as though he were the sort of person to take orders from anyone.

He was kidding, wasn’t he? Fang Duobing craned his head over his shoulder to take a look. No annoyingly attractive smirk or eyebrow raised in challenge in sight. Huh. He’d try to make sense of that later. “Well . . . good for you,” he said, facing forward again. “Li Lianhua won’t. He wouldn’t even before the situation with his shiniang. It’s not only giving away qi he couldn’t spare to heal people. He tries to squirm his way out of receiving help all the time, and always pushes himself too far, long past any reasonable limit.” Sound like anyone else you know, a-Fei? “I don’t think he knows how to do things any other way. So instead of accidentally encouraging him to hurt himself, what if we do the opposite? Practice accepting help, even if we don’t need it to survive, so he feels less guilty about needing it?”

Silence. He forced himself to keep scrubbing and wait. If a-Fei needed time, then that’s what he’d give him.

“What are you suggesting?” a-Fei asked at last.

Fang Duobing blinked at the cloth in his hand. “Um,” he said, frantically casting around for something to follow it, as all his ideas fled. “It doesn’t need to be anything big. Simple things count. For instance, you could ask me to hand you something if it’s nearer to me. Or tell me to go away when you need alone time. And I could ask you to make me medicine if I wasn’t feeling well. Or meditate when we’re low on qi, sleep when we’re worn out. That sort of thing.” He winced internally. No wonder his Niang liked to say he was as transparent as water. 

Well, since he’d come this far, he might as well commit. “All I’m saying is that it might help Li Lianhua as well as yourself if you don’t try to push yourself to your absolute limit. Just because you can doesn’t mean you have to. Or that you should. And you don’t need to, because I’m here. And you shouldn’t if you don’t want Li Lianhua to think he needs to do the same thing. He deserves to rest. And if we can show him what that looks like, then isn’t that the responsible thing to do?”

A-Fei made a faint hum that could have meant anything from ‘excellent point, Xiaobao’ to ‘I think you’re an idiot.’

Who was he kidding? It was probably the latter.

Fang Duobing squeezed the handkerchief over the bowl. The water turned purple as the paint and blood mixed together. He waited.

No new sounds from a-Fei. Just the whisper of his fingers through Huli Jing’s fur.

Fang Duobing swallowed back a sigh. At least he’d tried. “I’m going to go dump this,” he said, standing up. “I’ll be back soon.” He started for the door.

“Wait.”

Fang Duobing stilled. “What?”

A-Fei stared at him for a long moment, something complicated lurking under his almost neutral expression. “Clean the blood off your face first,” he said at last.

“Oh. Good point.” He dug out his own handkerchief from his robe–the other one had splinters in it now–dunked it, and wiped it across his cheek. “Better?”

“Almost,” a-Fei said, pointing to a spot near his temple and another across his forehead.

Fang Duobing wiped wherever a-Fei pointed until he finally nodded his approval. “Thanks.” He was about to leave, but then the candlelight hit a-Fei’s cheekbone in exactly the right way to make the teartrack from earlier glisten. Of course a-Fei hadn’t taken the time to clean up, either. “Did you want to–”

A-Fei shook his head. 

So much for acknowledging limits or asking for help. “Right. Never mind.” He left without waiting for a response.

[whentommymetalfie]

Bird Song -Tommy and Luca

Tommy is not sure how he’s ended up here. On the surface it appears like a dream, the penthouse in Soho, the successful husband who never misses an opportunity to spoil him, a life full of expensive dinners and parties. But beneath the glimmering surface lies a darkness unlike anything else.

AO3

[woodsywarbler]

The blond was crouched down, scratching Onyx’s ears and talking to her, a big grin on his face. The man noticed Pete walk back in and met his gaze.  Pete set the battery down, and Onyx came running over to him. “I see you’ve found a new friend, Onyx.” “She’s beautiful,” the man spoke up, and Pete smiled. He knew that.

From "i was just dreamin' (of bumpin' into you)" by @kazanskys-mitchell

[PLEASE click for better quality <;/3]

[vschs]

"wtf are you doing, human"

[tojisun]

i havent written angst in a while :<