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A secret rendezvous in the castle halls! 8) 

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"Fealty," a follow-up to this illustration: 👀

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RUN BOY RUN

in the History of Jack and the Giants, Jack travels with King Arthur's son for a bit!

this Jack story isn't a strict adaption of that, this Jack story is kind of a soup right now. it's about the machinery of a state closing in on you and trying to outrun being seen. it's about giants and grief and magic beans and hunger. it's about wanting to go home. at one point when I was working on this, there was a woodsman in the plot, but I think the Prince has taken over that narrative role haha

so this Prince isn't King Arthur's son. King Arthur is dead, long live King Galahad and everything terrible that this implies.

at the start, Jack and the Prince are bitter enemies, but after awhile the Prince is going to have a moment where he realizes what exactly he's a participant in and will join Jack in trying to outrun it all.

anyway, this is a fake chapter over kind of thing for when the POV switches over from Jack to the Prince (in theory! this comic doesn't exist yet)

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You can always tell when a prince has shed his chrysalis to become a king because he starts calling his sworn knight "old friend", "constant companion", "my most faithful", and similar sexually-charged endearments.

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Geirrod Van Dyke, Workers.

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Final chapter is up!

“You always did say you were born to be the last man standing.”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t have said it if I knew the universe was going to take me so fucking literally.”

Or, Amos drinks a lot of homemade booze, fixes a windmill, administers first aid, has some sex, and tries to come to grips with his immortality.

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very loosely, a follow up to this jack comic from last year!

behold! the king. there's no room in his kingdom for heroes, miracles, terrors, or the other-worldly now, his reign is one of order--

--and then word of a giant killer called jack reaches his courts.

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Someone talked too much...

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From Sherlock Holmes: the Valley of Fear

(Something something queerness was considered a form of insanity in the Victorian era something something mostly I am just Moved by Holmes having a crisis of confidence and needing reassurance before he can go to sleep)

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It was late that night when Holmes returned from his solitary excursion. We slept in a double-bedded room, which was the best that the little country inn could do for us. I was already asleep when I was partly awakened by his entrance.

"Well, Holmes," I murmured, "have you found anything out?"

He stood beside me in silence, his candle in his hand. Then the tall, lean figure inclined towards me. "I say, Watson," he whispered, "would you be afraid to sleep in the same room with a lunatic, a man with softening of the brain, an idiot whose mind has lost its grip?"

"Not in the least," I answered in astonishment.

"Ah, that's lucky," he said, and not another word would he utter that night.

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The Red-Headed League - Part 1

I WILL be imagining John Clay and his redheaded boyfriend as trans twinks and there's nothing you can do to stop me.

Watch out for a part 2 for this story!

This is in the Watson's Sketchbook series!

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hi i just wanna say that your fic about viktor and vander and silco lives in my head forever. thank you

Thank you!! When I watched 2.06 the idea took up residence in my own head, so I had to try to share it! (The fic in question.)

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ancient man yaoi for the first day of pride month 💅

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"We had touched, in the only way we could touch. We left it at that."

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we finish this together

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right, nowadays werewolf erotica is all about the hot naked muscle and shirts torn asunder and all that. but I think bisclavret, the quaint homoerotic werewolf classic that it is, has some pretty interesting things to say around shame, intimacy and clothing/revealing yourself. of course, clothes are the chevalier's tether to humanity and the first thing his wife seeks to establish after he reveals his werewolf nature is whether or not he goes about naked - his nakedness, to her, confirms that he is more beast than man. her immediate reaction is to avoid "laying" with him, she hates the idea of admitting a beast into her bed. to him, to reveal his nature was an act of love and he was immediately punished for this vulnerability. then he supplicates himself before his king, who rewards that vulnerability and his ambiguous beast-man status, treats him with respect. bisclavret sleeps next to all the other knights. when he is finally presented his clothes to turn back, he is ashamed to do so in the presence of the king, perhaps taught by his previous experience - so in a gesture of trust and love, the king gives the werewolf his very bedchamber to safely change. he finds bisclavret transformed, truly revealed, literally sleeping (the ultimate position of vulnerability) on the king's bed - whereupon, in an act of affirmation, he kisses his beloved dog/knight silly. this apex of intimacy between the king & bisclavret takes place in the bed, yes, but with the clothes on, because the intimate truth that was violated & needed to be uncovered and avenged by the king was not bisclavret's body but his humanity

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obligatory leyendecker-style bucky and steve