#delim

[thatdesolatefander]

Virgil sacrifices his identity in order to protect the others. If they remember him, it will all be for nothing and they will die once again.

Based on from "down that desolate road" by delimeful. The quote is from Prologue, Part 2: Magically Binding Contract.

Another notable quote that adds to this from the same chapter is,

"The worst part was that he could still feel his room, just beyond the physical, ready to be called into existence on either side of the commons. All he had to do was pull, and it would settle into place, safe and protected and his, the perfect place to finally break down and let it out."

If I could draw, Virgil would be biting his hand to stifle his greif. I can't even draw eyes lol. If I rrally wanted it accurate to the scene there would also be blood on all the door handles but that is a bit much

[unsat-and-strange]

ive been thinking about watch it burn and rust again and i think its time i reread literally all of delimefuls writing

[nonbinary-octopus]

sometimes I just write my characters too nice

Like. I like a good fearplay scene in gt! I would like the tiny to be frightened, and a lot of scenarios just get resolved so quickly if the giant isn't a bit of a dick! Yes there's the great kind where there's misunderstandings and the giant doesn't mean to scare the tiny, yeah, those are fabulous, but I keep setting up scenarios for a good scare, but it's just. SO obvious the tiny is scared, there's no way giant wouldn't notice, and if you notice you're terrifying someone who doesn't deserve it, the reasonable thing to do is to stop! Especially if the giant is currently level-headed, which they usually are, because I don't want the tiny in actual danger.

And so my giants keep going "oops I didn't mean to scare you, do you want me to stop," and de-escalating the situation, and then it's no longer the scene I wanted to write! I wanted that tiny to be thoroughly manhandled and examined while praying to come out of the experience with minimal injury, damnit! But nooo, the giant realized he was scared and asked if he was okay and should they stop? Where's the disregard for the tiny's fear? Or at the very least the not noticing it I had planned.

all of this would be solved if my giants were just dicks sometimes

[warcats-cat]

@delimeful is this your Minecraft AU?

req'd by @valdiis

are you by any chance an enderman

text: It's my emotional support dirt

[rat-tomago]

watch out. this fag knows how 2 delime the dishwasher now.

[hibbeln]

A little bit of Delim content <3 Dexen x Kalim

yeah, I don't know how to draw Kalim...

[nonbinary-octopus]

hello I'm here for a midnight reread. and new read of the new chapters I haven't read yet

I'm loving Virgil's perspective here, the way you describe the feelings he's picking up from them. And looking at his conclusions from the limited information he has, and trying to guess what's missing

like, when Logan told him to cooperate and he wouldn't be harmed, and the others stiffened, I wonder just why... where did they learn that phrase, was it said to them as a threat or a reassurance, did the sound of it trigger a painful memory?

to know that song (and all its words) (1)

here it is, one of my reverse WIBAR AUs :) this one starring human RLP & ampen Virgil!

note: aether is an somewhat antiquated word used by Ampens to refer to the emotional energy of a person!

warnings: captivity, piracy, miscommunication, unreliable narrator, dehumanizing language, threats

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Virgil was right in the middle of refueling when the freighter ship pulled into the landing bay.

It glided in perfectly normally, only wobbling slightly on the landing, but he took note of it, the same way he would take note of any strange vessel within viewing range. It was old, and worn down, like it hadn’t been cared for properly through all its years of loyally hauling junk around for folks.

Okay, so maybe he was just projecting.

Keep reading

[thatdesolatefander]

May Drabble Challenge Day 2: Faceless

Constant vigilance sometimes became too much for Virgil. Mistakes made everything so loud, angry, and painful that Virgil wanted to claw his still beating heart from his chest. At those moments, his friends couldn't help him, not without getting hurt.

So he’d sink into the subconscious. Into the enveloping numbness that stole all of those awful feelings away.

And if his deconstructed fears reassembled before his eyes into faceless bodies covered in the blood from an injury he failed to prevent? 

It simply meant that Virgil had overstayed his welcome once again. But the addicting numbness always drew him back.

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Master Post

[betamash]

Knife to Meet You!

Read on AO3 here.

Word Count: 2,963

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Blood

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Patton was always terrified of being killed by monsters, he just thought they wouldn't look so human...

Or...

Patton Hart is kidnapped by a cult and stabbed, left for dead in the woods as a sacrifice for a monster. He finds someone impossibly human instead. Well, except for their size...

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@delimeful Look!

Based off of Delimeful's "hold my body down"

Growing up, Patton had heard tales of monsters. Selkies, the fae, driders, (he especially hated those tales, always ending in someone being eaten alive) but one monster was so outlandish he was sure it was made up. Giants. Maneaters. Large, humanoid creatures that lived far from human territory, and would snatch up unsuspecting victims if any were unfortunate enough to get too close.

Even as a child, Patton couldn't believe it, beasts that caused the earth to tremble as they walked, larger than the trees. It was so outlandish, not as believable as ghosts or witches, who were based in some reality. He was always paranoid of walking too close to the edge of town and coming face-to-face with a drider. Every time he saw a spider, he had to quell the hammering in his heart, afraid of even the tiniest orb weavers, no matter how safe they were. He was always a coward, and the townsfolk didn't like him, always threatening to sacrifice him to the woods and rid themselves of him.

He was always terrified of being killed by monsters, he just thought they wouldn't look so human...

They caught him on a night of worship. The townspeople dragged him, kicking and screaming, far outside the village, to a worn trail in the woods. Their torches gave the barest hint of light, but Patton could still see a circle of stones and an ominous crucifix, which had the clinging odor of blood leaking off of it.

Finally, he thought, they're going to kill me. I've been weighing them down, and they're going to kill me. He was wrestled into position and tied to the wooden cross unceremoniously. Then, what he assumed was the leader of the cult, stepped out from behind a thick sycamore, chanting something in a language Patton had never heard, before pulling a long, jagged dagger from their cloak. They approached with a threatening sort of determination, slowly raising the dagger higher above them like a death sentence. His shirt was ripped upwards, leaving no barrier between his vital organs and the cult leader, who never paused or wavered in their steps.

Patton braced himself.

The dagger sunk into his skin, and searing pain spread through Patton's stomach. The cult leader carved through his belly until the dagger met his hip, where they pulled it out with more force than necessary, splattering Patton's torso in crimson flecks. Then, as if they hadn't doomed him, the cult marched back into town, disappearing into the night, the sounds of their cheering and menacing laughter fading into the trees and out of sight. Patton finally let himself sob, fat tears rolling down his chin and falling into the darkness below his feet.

He forced himself not to writhe in pain, worried about jostling his wound and blacking out. His only solace now was choked out prayers and mumbled coos, meant to soothe his tears, though he never stopped crying. If he strained his ears, he could hear the barest wisps of wind, cooling his eyes and prickling the back of his neck. And they were getting louder, no longer drowned out by Patton's cries or the cult's excitement.

Then, there was a cracking sound, as if the trees had split around him, and thundering, almost like earthquakes, which were deafening. He realized hopelessly that the sound was approaching him. He silently hoped that whatever it was granted him a quick death.

Alarm swept through his thoughts, memories of tales he'd heard long ago echoing in the back of his head, warning him that these sounds were described to him in great detail before. He thought he should be afraid, but his energy was drained, his demise already certain. He let his chin rest against his chest and drifted off, the pain numbing slightly as he succumbed to blood loss...

Until he was torn away from his bindings by a colossal hand. He jerked awake, somehow more terrified than before, and looked up to see two immense eyes staring directly at him from behind a pair of handmade glasses. His breath stuttered, his heart hammering in his chest, causing even more blood to leak out of his gut, and he whimpered in pain.

The giant looked... Worried?

He was being cradled in two enormous hands. Thick, leathery skin blocked his view of the forest below, which he was thankful for, but it was hard to ignore the swaying as the giant hurriedly stepped away from the small clearing. It turned away from the village, and Patton's stomach dropped, the motion eliciting raw panic, causing Patton to pass out again.

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When he finally came to, he was lying in a nest of blankets, surrounded by warmth and the scent of peppermint. He was peering upwards towards a large ceiling hundreds of feet above his head, distant from his thoughts as all he could think was danger, before he remembered what had happened to him and shot upright.

The first thing he noticed was the vast expanse of the room, the floor impossibly far below him. The second thing he noticed was the giant from last night, sitting across the room, reading a massive book that Patton would have a hard time even opening. The giant didn't notice Patton watching it, so he slowly slipped out of the blanket den and tried his best not to scream when he pulled at his wound. The third thing he noticed, very late, was that he was shirtless, and that there were clumsily applied bandages wrapped around his frame. He suddenly felt very exposed.

The giant had yet to turn around, so Patton slid down the rest of the blankets and tried to catch his breath. He was sitting on a massive table, in a giant's house, with said giant sitting across from him. Not an ideal situation, but Patton, ever the optimist, was certain he could figure out how to escape. He was sure he was going to die last night, anyways, so it's not like it could get worse.

And then, Patton had the misfortune of looking past the table, down, down, down at the floor below, and feeling hopeless all over again. There was no way he could climb down, especially not with a giant (heh) stab wound. He backed away from the edge of the table, sitting himself against the pile of blankets and trying to figure a way out of this. Sure, he was trapped, but that didn't mean he was doomed, right?

He just had to wait for a better opportunity to present itself, then he could slip away unnoticed. He might as well let his body rest, then. He climbed back up the hill of soft, surprisingly warm blankets. When he reached the top, he turned to look back at the giant.

Who was looking right back at him.

Patton's skin drained of any color he might have regained from being asleep, and he froze, unsure of what to do. The giant just kept staring at him, expression unreadable. Patton couldn't look away, and it seemed neither could the giant. In the distance, a kettle began screaming, snapping them both out of their staring contest.

Patton dove into the blanket pile, covering his head with his hands and hiding as best he could, suddenly very aware that he was in a giant's home. He heard the distant scraping of a chair, and the sound of the giant's footsteps receding into another room. Patton focused on calming his racing heart. He could hear the sounds of ceramic mugs clinking against a countertop, and water being poured generously into them. He wondered if he was going to be boiled alive, before the giant returned, this time walking closer to Patton's hiding spot. He was shaking.

He heard the mugs being placed down against the wood, and the chair from before being dragged over to the table. Then, the giant reached into the blanket nest and pulled Patton out, much to Patton's absolute horror.

Patton tensed "W-Wait!" He covered his mouth, afraid to say anymore as the giant looked at him, regarding him with a cold, assessing gaze. The giant did not wait, instead placing Patton onto a large piece of cloth, likely a handkerchief of some kind. Then it reached over Patton to grab a giant bowl. It placed the bowl gently next to Patton, and pinning him with a gaze, likely meant to scare Patton more, it got up from the table, presumably going to grab something else it'd forgotten.

Patton bolted, adrenaline masking the pain of his still very gaping stab wound and pushing him to keep running, no destination, just the primal fear of a prey animal who knows it's been cornered. The giant immediately noticed, letting out a very annoyed sigh, and reached over to pluck Patton back up and deposit him onto the cloth again. Patton let out a blood curdling scream as his was lifted into the air.

The giant did not dignify him with a response, instead going to leave the room again. Patton went to get back up, still full of terror, and the giant paused, seeming to think through its options for a moment before scooping Patton up into its hands again, taking him with it as it left the room. Patton couldn't breathe.

He tried desperately to suck air into his lungs, to fill his chest with much needed oxygen, but there was a band of tightness constricting him, and he started hyperventilating in the giant's palms. The giant, ever vigilant, noticed this, and made a weird expression that Patton didn't recognize before bringing Patton up to its chest and...  Holding him there. All Patton could hear was the giant's breathing, its immense lungs rising and falling under its chest. It didn't move, just stood there, pressing Patton into its chest and breathing. And the worst part was, it was helping.

Patton, after a few false starts, was able to greedily suck in a breath, and then another, until he could see the black spots in his vision fizzle out, leaving him fixed on the kitchen in front of him. A rather normal looking kitchen, for a giant. No blood or corpses strewn about. There were cabinets set into the counters, and a breadbox in the far corner. Jars of various preserved fruits were stacked along the backsplash, and it smelled like mint and honey. It was homey, not something you would expect from a maneater. After Patton had calmed down, the giant brought him in front of his face, and much to Patton's surprise, actually spoke.

"Are you alright?" It- He had a deep, sultry voice, and Patton flushed a deep red color at the purring emanating from behind him, through the giant's hands and up his back. The giant looked even more concerned. "Hello?" He tried again, but Patton was too focused on melting into a puddle of shame at the thoughts running through his head. He thought he was going to die, he should be terrified, not-! Patton tensed as the giant poked at him with a thick finger.

"D-Don't touch me, please..." The giant retracted the finger, and Patton took a few deep breaths to compose himself. "Thank you..."

The giant nodded. "Of course." He started walking again, stepping into a small bathroom and grabbing bandages and gauze. He returned Patton back onto the table in what he now knew was the giant's living room and placed the new items nearby. Then, the giant took one of the previously steaming mugs of water and poured a small amount into the bowl from earlier. Testing the temperature with his finger, the giant deemed it was cool enough and moved to Patton.

The giant reached out to Patton.

"Stop! What are you doing!" Patton wrapped his arms around himself, stepping away from the giant's hand.

The giant looked confused. "I need to take your clothes off so I can wash them and so I can bathe you. I also need to change your bandages, since you've been asleep for about two days now." He started reaching for Patton again.

Patton flinched, his head spinning from the information. "I-I can take my clothes off by myself, thank you!" He made no move to remove his pants, though.

The giant hummed. "Alright. Just make sure you replace the bandages, and wrap them tight, you are still bleeding. I will leave you be." The giant stood, his vast figure overshadowing Patton, before he moved to leave the room.

Patton sighed, relieved, and stripped. He placed his dirty, blood-soaked clothes and bandages in small, separate piles and climbed into the makeshift bath. The water was pleasantly warm, and Patton found himself humming as he lowered himself into the water. He sat there for a while, just soaking in the warmth, before he started lightly scrubbing at his face and hands. he didn't realize before, but he was absolutely caked in dirt and grime.

Once he was done, he stepped out, shivering slightly at the drop in temperature, and wrapped himself in the handkerchief, covering himself as best he could. The giant returned shortly after, knocking gently on the doorframe.

Patton sighed. "C-Come in!" The giant stepped into view.

"I am here to collect your clothes." And the giant did just that, focusing on delicately gathering up the piles in his hand. "I'm going to wash your clothes and discard the old bandages." He narrated out loud, which Patton was grateful for, and left him alone again. Patton sighed. He moved to sit down, careful to not tear his guts open again, and grabbed the bandages and gauze to patch himself up.

Patton was almost certain he would have to leave, that the giant did not have good intentions for him. And yet, his emotions were telling him that, maybe, he really was safe. There was a war happening inside of him, between his optimism and his unyielding sense of panic and terror. It was made worse by the fact that he was severely injured, every time he felt afraid, that fear also translated into pain, white hot and distracting. It felt like his terror was winning. He felt helpless.

The giant returned once again, carrying soggy clothes in his right palm, and a teabag and thimble in his left. He carefully lowered the items onto the table, and sat, gaze flitting over Patton before resting on the other remaining mug of water. It had tiny wisps of steam curling over the lip, still a little warm, but not boiling like before. The giant looked back at Patton before slowly reaching for the teabag and placing it into the mug. The whole time, Patton watched, completely still.

The giant looked over at the thimble. "You must be thirsty. I don't own any human glassware, but I have this." He reached over and plucked the thimble up between his thumb and index finger. "I hope you don't mind..." He mumbled.

Honestly, Patton couldn't care less. he would have drunk out of a water trough if he had to. Two whole days, while not a new record, was a very long time for him to be asleep. Patton finally noticed how chapped his lips were, how gummy his eyelids had become, and how dry his throat was.

He nodded eagerly.

The giant looked bemused, dipping the thimble into his own mug before handing it to Patton. He had to hold it with both hands, but other than that, it was perfect. He tipped the makeshift cup back into his mouth and drank wildly, unable to pace himself. The giant looked a bit concerned, but Patton was busy trying not to waterboard himself.

He finally pulled away from the thimble, desperately heaving in air, and staring blankly into the distance.

The giant cleared his throat. "Well, I hope you are feeling better." Patton nodded nervously. "I found you tied up, and I am assuming you are another offering from that cult located in the village?"

Patton swallowed. "Y-Yes, that's right..." He suddenly didn't know what to do with his hands, squeezing them into fists repeatedly.

The giant sighed. "Well, I am very sorry." Patton was terrified all over again. Was he going to kill him after all?

"Y-You don't have to kill me! I can help you, just l-let me live, and I can help you, I swear!" Patton spoke before he could think, pleading with the giant. He tried to stand up and gasped painfully when he pulled on his stomach again.

The giant seized him quickly, shaking his head violently. "NO! You misunderstand; I have no intentions of killing you. And please, try not to move too much, you will only hurt yourself more." Patton tried not to flinch at the giant's tone.

Of course he wasn't going to kill him. The giant obviously wanted something from Patton. He just hoped it wasn't something bad, like hurting other people. Patton wouldn't hurt anyone, even if it meant he would be hurt. That's why he was here in the first place. He refused to join the cult, and it cost him. But he would never. The thought made him sick.

Patton nodded. "Right, okay. I believe you, giant."

The giant nodded, before fulling registering what he said. "Logan. You may call me Logan."

Patton smiled weakly. "Well Logan, you may call me Patton. And it's knife to meet you."

Logan groaned. "Please refrain from any wordplay, for my sake."

Patton giggled, a small, choked sound. "Sorry, I'm not so good at edge-y jokes!"

Logan put Patton down on the table again in favor of hiding his face in his hands. Patton smiled, his first real smile in forever.

Maybe things would turn out fine, after all.

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Abducted by smugglers, Patton finds himself stuck in a cell with one of the most famous and bloodthirsty kind of deathworlders out there, a Human.

Author: @delimeful

[bilgisticallykosher]

Uhhh, promotes myself. Not really whump-ish, most of them, but there's a good portion. Especially the g/t ones, I think?

Speaking of g/t, @callboxkat is also excellent!

And @teacupfulofstarshine !

OH and @snowdice I'm so sorry I can't believe I forgot you I'm literally in your server.

I believe you’ve said you are no longer in the Sanders Sides Fandom anymore so feel free to ignore this. I have fallen back into the fandom and was wondering if you had any good fic recommendations? I know you’ve written some too. I’m not sure what types I want but I do enjoy whump, hurt/comfort, found family, and angst. Thanks in advance.

So, my entire Sanders Sides masterlist is here, but I can give you some specific recs of mine that fit that vibe!

A Fiendly Reunion is a canonverse multi-chapter whump/hurt-comfort fic in which the dark sides kidnap Virgil post SvS:Redux, and Thomas and the light sides venture into the dark side of the mindscape to rescue him.

We Blankly Stare is a 3-chapter whump fantasy story in which a naga Janus is kept as a pet who is rescued by the other sides. (and if whump is your thing, this whole list here is of responses to a Bad Things Happen Bingo prompt card)

Replicated is a whumpy science fiction story done through an interactive ask blog I run called @ts-replicated-au. In it, Thomas discovers that his DNA has been used to make test subjects in a massive facility that does all kinds of unethical experiments on human clones. The story is on indefinite hiatus right now but I've always wanted to return to it and at least complete the Escape Arc of the story.

Other authors I'd recommend (though several, like myself, ALSO don't write much for the fandom anymore):

@tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors, whose work ranges from the sweetest fluff to the sharpest angst and whom I adore with my whole heart (and who DOES still write for the fandom, just uploaded a massive chapter to a very angsty time loop story, Violet is incredible seriously)

@delimeful who tells wonderful fantasy and sci-fi stories, many of which make my h/c heart oh so happy

@asofterfan's punk au has some of the most heartfelt writing I've ever read, and also some incredible artwork (one of their pieces inspired me to write a whump fic that to this day is one of my most popular on both tumblr and AO3, Broken Wings )

@random-snippets, which is the writing blog of @randomslasher, a dear friend and excellent writer who from what I recall was the first fic author I ever read whump from who called it whump, thus giving me a great new term to put into this website's terrible search feature.

There are so many others who deserve a look, and so many now who I'm sure are making new and fresh Sanders Sides content that I'm not aware of, so anyone who's got any good recs for anon, drop them in the notes!

[analoceits]

ITS HERE!!!!! HUMANS ARE DEATHWORLDERS AU!!

(note: itd be silly for me not to mention that this is inspired by @delimeful's teoba and wibar fics!! go read them!! right now!!)

for those who do not know what humans are deathworlders is, its a sci-fi trope based off the concept that humans, compared to other intelligent life, are SCARILY strong because of the climate of our planet.

if you have any questions abt this au PLEASE feel free to send them. its taking up so SO much brainspace and theres SO much lore in my head already i need to ramble

[sasiaucompetition]

Fics Submitted to the Event

Okay, so apparently links count as characters, and you can only have so many characters per block of text. That is why the end of the list looks like that.

This is the list of all AUs entered, with links. Originally I was going to do links separate, but then I realized it would be easier to do it this way.

The AUs I know that are Mature and up have been marked, but please contact me if there are others on the list that haven't been!

The Other Side of the Mirror - @/Frejennix and @/Lalijinx (ao3)

Chessboxing AU - @/arealsword (ao3)

What you need - @/Anxiousgaypanicking (18+) (tumblr)

Happily Ever After Universe - @/edupunkn00b (ao3)

Never Met You - @/Nad98 (ao3)

Archduke of Demonic Cultivation - @/ThreeCrowsInATrenchcoat (ao3)

One Coffee, Morally Gray - @/Duckduck_Scribblerswan (Caellie_E_and_Vaye_R) (ao3)

A Dragon's Treasure - @/TypicallyUntipical (ao3)

Fairies in the Forest - @/Ended_Flames (ao3)

Ghost Janus AU - @/SoDoRoses (FairyChess) (ao3)

Logan Accidentally Steals Two (2) Children - @/the-panmixxia (ao3)

The Stowaway's Heart - @/thesympatheticvillain (ao3)

They Share A Kitchen - @/BuddyBuddyPalBuddy (ao3)

100 Seconds to Midnight - @/never_the_rose (ao3)

Touch Transcends Language - @/IfFoundPleaseReturnToJanus (18+) (ao3)

Flores Facets - @/Whiskey_With_Patron (ao3)

Life's A Drag - @/infawrit10 (ao3)

Crown Princes And Butterfly Wings - @/Ended_Flames (ao3)

Where the Lovestruck Bleeds - @/Fangirltothefullest (ao3)

Banding With You - @/glacierruler (tumblr)

Through Hades and Back - @/glacierruler (tumblr)

Deja Vu / Hero Worship AU - @/Greenninjagal (ao3)

Eucatastrophe - @/arealsword (ao3)

Side by Side in the Mindscape - @/edupunkn00b (ao3)

Beside Me - Dee - Thrall - @/edupunkn00b (ao3)

Plea for my New Self - @/VoidDragons (ao3)

Stray Hearts Are Subject To change - @/Queen_Whovian (ao3)

How the Angels got their Wings - @/SunRey1116 (ao3)

don't paint wonderful lies on me (that wash away) - @/codevassie (ao3)

How to Fuck with Humanity 101 - @/Jungle321jungle (ao3)

What You Can Stand - @/ManyFandomsOneLog (ao3)

All of These Stars (Will Guide Us Home) - @/lucernis (ao3)

Virgil’s Guide to Avoid Accidentally Falling In Love With Your Boss’ Boss - @/Jungle321jungle (ao3)

Hidden In Shadows - @/Kaysigns (ao3)

Labeled - @/AdrianaintheSnow (ao3)

Dreaming While I Wake - @/VoidDragons (ao3)

Painful Death - @/VoidDragons (ao3)

Lost & Found AU - @/rollthewhatever (tumblr)

Monsterous Roomates - @/Willowanderer (ao3)

Between Light and Darkness - ORPHANED (ao3)

Pumpkin Spice - @/VoidDragons (ao3)

Pick A Side (i love you and everything is beautiful) - @/arealsword (ao3)

Is there anything left of Patton - @/AdrianaintheSnow (ao3)

if you're going my way, i'll go with you - @/iclaimedtobethebetterbard (ao3)

one chance to change your fate - @/iclaimedtobethebetterbard (ao3)

A Moment with Potential - @/Midniteblue (ao3)

KNEE DEEP - @/plumcat (ao3)

House of Tarot Cards - @/FlowerMeat (ao3)

The Long Road Home - @/warcatscat (ao3)

Punks, Poets, Parents - @/edupunkn00b (ao3)

Flightless Bird - @/AvoSunflowerTea (ao3)

A lesson in practicality - @/ResidentAnchor (ao3)

Endless Sides (Sandman AU) - @/sometimes-love-is-enough (tumblr)

The Ghost and the Reaper - @/thatonelesbianfander (tumblr)

A Bug in the System - @/AwLawdItComin (ao3)

Syzygy - @/arealsword (ao3)

lavender for luck - @/lovelylogans (ao3)

The Starlight Universe - @/iclaimedtobethebetterbard (ao3)

59. Pieces Verse - @/SoDoRoses (FairyChess) (ao3)

60. (Un)Wanted - @/TheAsexualofSpades (ao3)

61. Black Hole Sun - @/coconutcluster (ao3)

62. Vanished - @/red_imeanblue (ao3)

63. Space and Everything In It - @/Greenninjagal (ao3)

64. You Can't Go Back - @/delimeful (ao3)

65. Ghost AU - @/tsghostau (tumblr)

66. Live Without You - @/stormsofstarlight (ao3)

67. Janus Sanders and the Cassandra Fallacy - @/arealsword (ao3)

68. Short Sides AU - @/nachosforfree (tumblr)

69. Plant Parents Dukeceit - @/ThreeCrowsInATrenchcoat (ao3)

70. For the Record/The Sanders Archive - @/VillainVogue (ao3)

71. The Other Side(s) - @/VillainVogue (ao3)

72. genius loci - @/oldkamelle (tumblr)

73. unsympathetic patton au - @/aidensm8 (tumblr)

74. cat virgil - @/its-the-cat-queen (tumblr)

75. murder mystery - @/thecrowslullaby (tumblr)

76. guilty tears - @/not-exactly-laborious (tumblr)

77. ride the cyclone - @/purplecrayonismine (tumblr)

78. Pingverse - @/SoDoRoses (ao3)

79. Spirit Complex AU - @/casart (tumblr)

80. A Series of Silly Questions - @/SoDoRoses (ao3)

[satanic-worm]

I'm watching star trek and it put me in the mood to draw wibar, so here is a little ampen Patton for you @delimeful :)

[little-cat-press]

it really is a gorgeous little book, and I love the netting. It ties in especially well with the fact that much of the story revolves around merman Virgil being tangled in a fishing net!

I'll add some typeset pictures in a bit

This is the first of two books I bound for @renegadeguild's Tiny Books Bang.

The story is (don't) take this the wrong way by @delimeful and was typeset by @little-cat-press for the Tiny Books Bang. It's a mermaid AU of Sanders Sides (Web Series), which I had never actually heard of before. But when I saw that it was a merperson AU, this idea popped into my head and I knew I had to try it, especially after I read the story and really enjoyed it.

The inspiration is medieval girdle books, which are books whose covering material (typically leather) extended past the book to a knot that was both used as a handle when reading the book and could be tucked into the girdle when the book was not in use, thus the name.

Where my book is much smaller (it's a sextodecimo, about 2.25" by 2.75") it isn't designed to tuck into a belt/girdle, but rather is attached to a bracelet and dangles from the wrist when not in use.

When I think of mermaids, some things that come to mind are fish, treasure, and tridents, and I wanted to incorporate all three in the design. The book is covered in blue bookcloth, and then covered again in crocheted netting that was meant to bring to mind fishnets. I crocheted the netting from cotton-poly sewing thread doubled up. I incorporated a trident into the filet crochet, which is repeated on both the front and back covers. I blocked it on a piece of blotting...board? paper? It's soft and thick and meant to absorb moisture and came with my book press that started life as a flower press.

I then sewed the netting to the bookcloth covering the boards with teeny tiny stitches. It probably took twice as long to crochet the netting as it did to the rest of the binding combined, but I really like how it turned out.

The bracelet I picked to attach the netting to is gold-colored to invoke the idea of sunken treasure. Rather than attaching the netting from one end to the other, I folded both ends to the middle and attached it like that so when you have the book open it lays more nicely.

The design of the endpapers looks like looped thread, and also reminds me of netting. I secured the bookmark to the bottom of the text block and let it hang from the top, which works better when the book is hanging from the wrist and doesn't get caught in the netting. I also sewed a little starfish charm to the end of the bookmark.

Technical details:

Sewn-on endpapers

Rounded but not backed

No headbands (I think I intended to, but forgot and then decided it didn't matter enough to try to pull the cover back off)

Things I liked about this bind:

I really like the girdle-book-on-a-bracelet design, it came out almost exactly how I had envisioned it.

Things I'd like to change/improve for next time:

I wasn't 100% pleased with how trimming went on these. It wasn't terrible, but I probably need to come up with a different solution than just a utility knife and a straight edge.

Crocheting the netting really did take so long. I'm not even done with the netting that's going on my copy yet, which is why all the pics are from the typesetter's copy. Probably would not want to do netting for anything larger than this one was.

Overall feels: Loved it! I enjoyed the story, the design came out pretty much exactly how I envisioned it, overall I'm well pleased.

[dndeceit]

Fander Fic Rec Friday (#33)

(The Mer-y Month of May)

Siren Boy by Ended_Flames Mer AU (Roceit) Rating: G Janus is half-siren whose immunity to their song has secured him easy work manning the night watch on board ships traveling through threatened waters. One night, he decides to sing back to the song he hears from the water. Unsurprisingly, this attracts the curious attention of the singer. Notes: A lightly angsty and very cute Roceit fic. (On a more personal note, my fic Salt for Salt would not exist in the form that it does without a key inspirational nudge from this fic.)

Anthropophobia by Random_Sanders_Sides_Gt Mer AU (Gen) Rating: T Sirens have a reputation for violence, their size and ferocity and the irresistible lure of their song more than earning them a fearful reputation among humans as terrors of the sea. Meanwhile, the average siren views humans with the same instinctive terror and revulsion that most humans reserve for spiders. For better or worse, Virgil winds up in the hands of a siren whose attitude towards humans is anything but average. Notes: In which Remus is a giant disaster with an appreciation for the grotesque, which, to the despair of basically everyone else in this fic, by siren standards happens to include humans. (There is also a role-swapped version of this that is a lot less angsty and much more fun.)

leave your shaded hollow by delimeful Mer AU (Gen) Rating: T Injured and desperate, Virgil tries to escape pursuit by hiding in a cave on the edge of the deep sea trenches. Needless to say, he wasn't expecting to run into the leviathan that already called the place his home. The very young and very curious leviathan. Notes: In which Virgil is scared but Logan is a big softie (emphasis on big).

The Terrors of the Sea by HazelR Mer AU (Gen) Rating: T Janus enjoys scaring humans brought to his island for tribute. Unfortunately, his newest visitor didn't come unprepared, and as his usual tricks turn out to be shockingly ineffective, Janus finds himself dealing with a human that is a lot more trouble than he had expected. Notes: In which Janus just wants to have a little fun being a terror, but Virgil is on a mission and he won't be denied.

All Bottled Up by Random_Sanders_Sides_Gt Mer AU (Gen) Rating: G Janus is a very tiny mer who winds up in some very big trouble when he winds up washing up on the beach in a bottle. And finding himself tossed into an aquarium in some human's home isn't much of an improvement. At least he's not entirely without company. Notes: In which Janus is having a Bad Time, Patton and Logan make a Big Mistake. A mildly bittersweet ending...after a little bit of terrorizing.

Changing Tides by LadyoftheWoods Mer AU (Gen) Rating: G Virgil is rescued after going overboard from his father's ship and finds himself in the care of several magical beings. Unfortunately, that first rescue is really just the start... Notes: Some angsty hurt/comfort with protective sides rallying around Virgil to give him the happy ending he deserves. (This story does handle themes of child abuse and suicide, so tread carefully.)

Chlorine by Bibliosmia13 Mer AU (Gen) Rating: G Virgil has been held in captivity by humans for three years. Though recently liberated from his previous abusive owner, he's not ready to trust the intentions of his new benefactors. Though he might be forced to risk it anyway when he learns that a friend is in danger... Notes: Drama, hurt/comfort, mistrust, action. (Also, this one is tagged as gen, but it does have mild notes of Prinxiety.)

On the Outside by TypicallyUntypical Mer AU (Analoginceit) Rating: T Tired of loving and losing his loves to another, Janus chooses solitude. Unfortunately, his efforts to leave his friends to their happily ever after with the king goes badly (almost tragically) wrong. Notes: Everyone is Bad At Feelings, and poor communication nearly kills.

WIPs

Curiosity Caught the Merman by KieraElieson Mer AU (Loceit) Rating: T The origins of merfolk are as varied as the waters they call their home. Logan, born from the sea itself, is unfamiliar with human things. Rescued from a net by unfamiliar mer, he finds himself struggling against the weakness of his injuries, a frustrating language barrier, and an overwhelming mountain of new questions. The one thing he does know for sure is that he would love to know his rescuer, Janus, better than he does... Notes: Only one chapter so far, but this one has some interesting worldbuilding right up front, and a lot of promising mysteries seeded in for later.