#gemdev 2

[spareham]

[im holding a long and skinny microphone, and im wearing a colorful, crazy suit] ok gemma, lets see whats behind doooooor number 1! [a lifelong commitment to a relationship that cant, could and should never, 'fulfill' you or bring ultimate meaning to your life on its own] oooohhh, okay. it's fine, let's see what's behind dooooor number 2! [a lifelong commitment to a relationship that cant, could and should never 'fulfill' you or bring ultimate meaning to your life on its own] okaaaaayyy gemma.... dooooooor number THREE! [the mountains -- jutting, frozen edge of an eons-long dance that can only be expressed through-] A COMICALLY LARGE CANE YANKS OUR CONTESTANT OFF STAGE and we cut to commercial immediately [during the break i get quick-changed into a fresh colorful, crazy suit cos i got really really really sweaty out there]

[gemmafuckingscout]

adam scott and jen tullock have an 11 year age gap irl. now i'm not saying they will replicate this in the show but. this could potentially mean a full decade age gap between devon and gemma

[ohwhatagloomyshow]

severance fanfic recs pt 2!

it's been a couple months since I last posted some severance fanfic recs and I wanted to do so again featuring new fics / linking to fics that were unfinished when I last referenced them but are now finished! (I am also re-rec-ing a few of my own, because, lol) if your fic is not on the non-exhaustive list i create, reblog and promote your work!! or work you love!!! for a fic writer I'm surprisingly behind on my reading so I know I'm behind on some incredible works!

(a polite note: if you read a fic you loved because you found it on this list, comment on the piece and share the love!! writers can't know how much you liked their piece unless you tell them!!!)

to be given a body - me!, 23k, ms. casey/mark scout & gemmark, E

Orpheus guides Eurydice out first. OR: AU where Lumon is less competent than usual and Mark S. saves Ms. Casey.

Bad News About Helly - AdotNonymous, 30k (unfinished), helena & helly, helly & mark, T

Helly wakes up on the table with no memory of how she got there or who she is. However, there’s one thing she is certain of: no matter what the voice on the speaker tells her, she is a woman. A trans Helly fic.

ascend and try again - me!, 3.1k, gemma & mark s. & gemmark, G

“We both really fucked it up, didn’t we?” If this was Mark, he would’ve started to interrupt. It’s not Mark, so she continues. It’s not him but she can pretend, with her body against his and her eyes on her hands.

a shadow on me all of the time - parac_osm, 3.6k, ms. casey/mark s., G

Mark S punches Dylan G in the face.

keeping a garden - lenaios, 2.3k, gemdev, T

Devon is the maid of honor. Don’t you have sisters of your own? Devon had joked. I want you there, Gemma had said. Or: things that never happened.

Knife At My Throat- @gemmafuckingscout, 29k, gemhelena, E

A year after the season 2 finale, Helena and Gemma are still picking up the pieces of their life. But when Gemma unknowingly matches with Helena on a dating app, things couldn’t possibly end well.

it's rotten work - fauchevalent, 3.1k, gemdev, NR

Gemma sighs. “You should sit down,” she says, and Devon feels her heart drop into her stomach. Still, she steps further into the bedroom, parks herself on the corner of Gemma’s mattress. Gemma sits up a little more, adjusts the pillow at her back, and aims a serious look in Devon’s direction.

i never sought to love you - me! 12k (unfinished), gemhelena & gemmark, M

Pre-canon, the fall before Gemma's disappearance - a year after their last IVF treatment, Gemma decides to pop into a local perinatal loss support group on a whim. There she meets Helly Riggs, a beautiful and equally awkward outsider who listens to her and sees her in a way Mark hasn't in a long time. Helena's motive for meeting Gemma becomes complicated as she wrestles with her duty to Lumon and her father vs. her first sincerely intimate relationship.

[r|egress] - @argentnoelle, 1.8k, gemmark, NR

Before and after Gemma's death. Or: Mark Scout goes shopping.

A Black Mile to the Surface - @actual-lea, 56k (unfinished), mark & mark, markhelly

Mark found Gemma, and together, they escaped. So why does he wake up without her, trapped inside Lumon? And why is there a voice in his head that sounds suspiciously like his own?

the house across the river - me!, 855, ms. casey & mark s. & helly r., G

the ending of cold harbor, take 3.

[pelorsdyke]

we live past hope (gemdev - post season 2)

“Anyway. My point is— or my question is, I suppose— am I to blame for Lumon’s actions?” Gemma asks, every bit the philosophical Russian lit professor Devon remembers.

Devon feels the question snap in her chest, a rubber band pulled tight and released. “Fucking— of course not. Jesus, Gemma, of course not.”

Gemma smiles, closed-lip, rueful. Lets the silence hang and raises an eyebrow.

Something slides, warm and slow, up Devon’s spine.

She sighs. “I hate it when you’re right.”

Gemma laughs, then, so bright and full-throated that Devon feels a smile growing on her face despite herself. “No you don’t,” Gemma chimes, and then, teasing, “and I’m always right.”

[spareham]

love me some pre-lumon gemdev cheating shenans cos then once gemma 'dies' theyre both like - damn am i being punished? and the answer is yes, but not for the crime of cheating, or lying to your sibling, or being gay, or being a woman, or wanting a family. you're being punished bcos you failed to submit that grant application that u very well could have submitted but didnt cos u were managing cheating logistics instead. youre being punished for having any sex at all bcos this is a horror movie

[subtitles by madison cunningham but i dont wanna post a spotify link and its not on bandcamp so just imagine theres a bandcamp link for subtitles by madison cunningham here 👍]

[spareham]

ricken does not fuck around wrt limericking for special occasions

[spareham]

the more wwi research i do the more im convinced mark scout has some kind of really deep bummer issue with his own existence and/or existence itself

[spareham]

oh jesus fucking christ

[spareham]

the official gemdev breakup song to me.. frank lloyd wright ... all of the nights we harmonized til dawn.. i never laughed so long... so long.... so long 👋👋👋👋 BYEEEEEE

[spareham]

the first dance and parent-child dances at the markgemma wedding were a roller coaster

[spareham]

me on my hands and knees pleading w my brain: ITS ONLY BEEN 5 DAYS... LET ME REST LET ME BREATHE

[spareham]

she would Not have a gay panic (for more than a few months)

[spareham]

for the fanfic guessing game, "water" and/or "red"?

thanks sm anon! 💕🫡 i have both

water -

Devon was right, they couldn’t do this again… but gemma could. she could, she knows, even now, even after. if today was some water test, she’d passed and could see a way ahead, could see those colors flying.

red -

devon, at the bar, bets a win at darts for a smack -- loser gets it. the games begin, and though devon seems to be trying her best she keeps on losing anyway. gemma lands one across her face and everyone sees -- some of them even cheer. devon only gets more delirious throughout the night, the shots and the head-ringing blows working to make her game progressively worse. then in an eleventh hour miracle, it flips, her aim true – devon gets one in all night, her own face red and glowing.

[spareham]

For the guessing game, hmmm. “Bland” and/or “delicious”. My big hungry ass

another v long snip ahead 🫡 and its, appropriately, full of markgemma !!! thank u 💕

they spent the following twenty-four hours like they had the previous twenty-four – sequestered. Together, this time. And though they spent this day apart from the world not in their family homes but in the sky and ports, all these locations felt just as strange and transient. They began to wonder, silently and aloud to one another, if and when they might ever land.

It was answered by the Munich soil – concrete. The day was warm and bright and still in the middle of itself, though it felt to their bodies like three in the morning. they agreed – the sun seemed a slightly different color here. mark and gemma wandered with manic, off-hue, 3AM energy to the bar near their hotel, killing the last minutes before their check-in at four.

They managed to eat half a sausage between them. It was blessedly hot, it was delicious – but they were both by then so tired that chewing felt impossible. That impossibility registered, as most things do to people so tired, as riotously funny. The meat became re-animated by their laugher and attempted escape. instead of eating, mark and gemma fruitlessly wiped each others chins, cackling, uncouth americans.

[spareham]

’sharp’ for the wip game

THANK UUUU... there is nary a sharp within 😔 so here's flat?? (opposite of sharp?)

“So, i had to ask if he knew about-”

“Your tree.”

“Right. The sosna that wasn't a sosna and looked like… like an old man.”

“Like his uncle who wasn’t his uncle?” Devon grinned, affect flat.

“Exactly. Thick trunk, wide canopy, no leaves. Just those thick, flat needles. In english – a cedar, indian cedar. That’s what I told him, what I asked."

"Did he know it?"

Did he ever.

[spareham]

for the fanfic guessing game, lonely and/or reach?

thank u so much... there was no lonely :-( but here's reach(ed)! (im doing a bunch of sentences cos im taking this as an excuse to clean em up a little lol.)

Gemma cackled, begging Devon not to even as the long, thick wad reached its inevitable terminus on the apple of her cheek. She screamed in thrilled disgust as it slouched it's sleek, syrupy trail toward the inside of her ear. Devon the merciless always spared her, replacing that slick, cool path with a warmer one, licking it all back up the side of her face. Then -- the wet, breathy with laughter but all the while apologetic kiss to her forehead. Then -- Gemma could stop pretending she wasn't capable of simply tossing Devon off of her and did so, Devon landing on the ground in a series of hilarious, harmless thuds.