#fic: tapeworm

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outlining "Tapeworm" - which once upon a time was supposed to be a short fix-it fic - is hard and thirsty work (in both senses, hehe) so here are some spoilery memes to help me get this shit out of my system and also i really need a break (special shoutout to ChatGPT for explaining English to me like i'm five)

also yes if you can't tell i'm slightly going wild over the Black Dog story in Cyberpunk Red (how dare it derail my perfectly headcanonized plot!) because it's good stuff and i need to cram it's plot points into "Tapeworm" or else imma lose my mind

[warpedpuppeteer]

With the amount of ease and fascination Buck had with having close contact with a man's ass (granted he was pulling out a tapeworm but still) I think he's gonna' have less issues fucking a man doggy style than he is at dating them

[teecupangel]

I'm sorry but I saw the "You know worms are harmless right" post and... Tapeworms. The least harmless of worms. Killing one templar at a time. I imagine that was not an afterlife Desmond imagined

I was thinking of how this would work. Would Desmond just chill in a Templar’s body until that Templar finally dies?

Then what?

Does he get magically transported into another Templar?

Or does he have to leave the dead Templar’s body and find a way to move into a new Templar’s body?

It would probably be easier for him if he shrinks down every time he leaves a body so it would be easy for him to slip inside a new one.

Since tapeworms take time (a long time) to actually do enough harm to be fatal (until Desmond gets the hang of it and starts aiming for the really vulnerable parts like the brain), I suggest that his host would be someone who would become a problem to his ancestor later on.

For Altaïr, it has to be Abbas. Unless, of course, he gets to Al Mualim much, much earlier. But Abbas would be a safer bet and Desmond could be a nuisance for a very, very long time.

For Ezio, Cesare is definitely right there, that’s for sure, but Cesare was young when Brotherhood happened so Ezio would probably take him down before Desmond could kill him from the inside. Rodrigo seems a better choice but kinda mean since he was starting to change during Brotherhood. So… a Pazzi. Francesco Pazzi. Yeah, he’d work XD

For Ratonhnhaké:ton, the most common choice would be Charles Lee, of course. It would be funny if it was Haytham though. Like, Desmond doesn’t necessarily want to kill Haytham. But make him regret his life for a long time? Yeah, Desmond has enough daddy issues to push it to Haytham XD

By the way, at some point of thinking about how this idea could work, my brain just gave up on me and went “Just make him a chest buster! That would be faster!”

[yellowtiebite]

https://www.wattpad.com/story/348011961?

My Green Mage poem is out on wattpad my pretties and it is wild and inspierd by Will Wood.

[1-8oo-wtfbro]

i’m fucking leaving tumblr

[andtheydontstopwriting]

(Not a request)

do you name all your fics after will wood titles? and if so will you marry me?

*eyes mr. capgras encounters a secondhand vanity: tulpamancer’s prosopagnosia/pareidolia (as direct result of trauma to the fusiform gyrus)*

i do! so far i only have two titled after will wood songs, my older works i tended to title after the crane wives songs ! its in joke with myself to name my works after my favorite songs that started in college haha but i do require a bit of romancing before marriage

[ilycosy]

❝ HE LOVES ME , HE LOVES ME NOT ! ❞ | MATTHEO RIDDLE

pairing : mattheo riddle x slytherin!reader , ron weasley x reader (platonicish)

summary — having mattheo riddle as your best friend was difficult, especially when you've been in love with him since the first year. not to mention all the people he's constantly with, you're planning on moving on when you catch wind of a gryffindor party: perfect for a last ditch effort.

warnings : fake dating (not w mattheo) , messy teen relationships , jealousy , ron appreciation <3 , theo n enzo r a little sick of mattheo , pansy n reader r the besties ever

aﾉn — how do u guys feel abt a part 2 of this ?? i feel like it's a little incompleted but im not entirely sure ... also ron haters dni bc this fic isn't for u <//3

you couldn't remember the last time you had actually talked to mattheo. every time he had started up a conversation with you recently, it ended with him telling you about his (quite boring) sex life. and you were rather sick of it, you were supposed to be his best friend.

pansy had told you that he was too stupid to realize he liked you, and maybe you should just ask him out, but every single time you gain that courage— he's got another girl hanging off his arm. each girl lasts a week, maybe two at most but it still stings.

this week, mattheo had a girl. she was beautiful, really, seemingly sweet too. she would constantly wave at you and smile like she wasn't jealous at all, which you assumed she was right. if mattheo really didn't want to be with you, you'd just have to move on.

now, because you hadn't been talking to him recently, your party invites also dried up. you were hot, everyone knew that, but you were awkward and flighty with people. which is exactly why you latched onto mattheo.

many of his exes had called you clingy, so you eventually just gave up engaging with him first— officially starting your 'situationship detox' is what pansy called it.

you barely attempted moving on before you got a small piece of paper slipped over to you to pass to a hufflepuff girl, a gryffindor party invite. the gryffindor boy just awkward gestured to her, but you glanced at another boy.

bright red hair, freckles, and a little bit of quidditch dirt still smudged on his face. ron weasley, he wasn't exactly the most academically gifted, but he was sweet and funny (much to your friends dismay).

ron looked at you with a confused look when you didn't pass the note, but you had other plans. "can i come?" you asked, trying to sound confident and chill while your stomach churned at the idea of being rejected by the gryffindors, that'd be humiliating.

"uh," he said, clearing his throat before nodding. "yeah, the password is tapeworm?"

for some reason, you felt rather excited when you told pansy that you'd be going to the gryffindor party— you had never gone to a party without being invited by your friends first!

"babe," she cut your excited rambling off, looking at you with a concerned look. "you asked weasley. weasley if you could go to a fucking party?" she double checked like it was shocking, but you felt a spark of offense.

you furrowed your eyebrows, "he's sweet," you say, rummaging through your shared closet for an outfit. "you just don't understand because everyone's so obsessed with blood status, he's always been true to himself." you defended.

she went quiet for a couple minutes, watching you spread out dresses that are a little too modest for her liking. "well, if you're going to be going with weasley, then you need to show him how slytherins are better than gryffindor girls." she said with a smirk, patting your back as she pulled out different dresses.

"you gonna slut it up with me?" she asks, showing off a small red dress.

you scoff but take the dress, holding it in your hands as you admire the sheer black lace covering the deep red. "slut it up," you say with an eyeroll, looking back at her with a small smile. "you're going to be all over blaise, be honest."

you didn't bother telling mattheo about the party, assuming that he'd either be single again and looking for another one there or be arguing with his current girlfriend in the common room.

you didn't even know that he was constantly telling theo about how you barely spoke to him anymore, "she won't even fucking look at me theodore! i don't know what i did wrong, she's fucking insane or something!" he would say, dramatically flailing his hands while speaking.

only for theo to look at enzo with an annoyed look, enzo returning it with a brief head shake and ignoring the temper tantrum by reading. mattheo would eventually calm down and say that he just doesn't get why you're like this, then he'd repeat his idiotic cycle.

he really was blindsighted when he saw you at the party, he had just broken up with his girlfriend— apparently she wasn't all the nice after all, hooking up with another ravenclaw while being with him. he was already annoyed with that whole fiasco, so seeing you with weasley?

he saw red. he barely remembers turning to enzo before trying to approach you, only to be stopped by theo grabbing him and telling him to walk it off.

you, on the other hand, were having the time of your life. sure, harry and hermione took a little bit to warm up to you even being around them, but it seems like they're accepting the casual conversation that you're providing, which is a win for you.

ron has a hesitant arm around your shoulders, keeping a respectful distance while still being touchy. everyone saw it as amazing flirting, both of you guys seemed to be hitting it off greatly.

but you just felt awkward. he was lovely and amazing company, but the lack of chemistry was suffocating you. and he felt it too, his eyes drifting to another person every once in a while, wishing it was different.

maybe that's why you proposed something while tipsy, giggling into ron's ear as you talked about fake dating. whispering the silly joke like it was intimate, and maybe if he wasn't also tipsy he would've told you it was a bad idea.

but he didn't, and now you're bundled up in a sweater with a big r on it.

it could be worse, and you aren't complaining. even though it's fake, it was easy to be around him. he was thoughtful and constantly looking for that reassurance that everything was fine with you, it felt refreshing.

you missed mattheo though, and you confinded in him about it. before others arrived at the designated tree, you whispered into his shoulder about how it hurt that you never seemed good enough for him. ron listened, and he cared.

his freckled hands rubbed your side as you vented, comforting you while he whispered back about how he was so insecure about where he stood within his friends and family. you related to each other, and it was a bond you didn't think you could have.

he pretended to never notice how mattheo clenched his jaw and fists whenever the two of you passed by. while he knew that this was to make him jealous, he felt a little vindictive. how could someone like mattheo riddle hurt such a sweet person like you?

mattheo was spiraling, constantly watching from the sidelines as you and ron 'seemingly fell in love out of fucking nowhere' as he said to theo. he constantly ranted about how you'd never stoop that low, dating a blood traitor.

until enzo spoke for once, lifting his head from his book at the library during a study session. "maybe you didn't know her as well as you thought." he said offhandedly, ignoring the way the whole group fell into silence after.

mattheo didn't speak, just slowly sitting down in a seat next to draco. his cousin looks at him with a sympathetic smile before kind of shrugging, basically saying enzo wasn't wrong.

he didn't know you? that was impossible, you guys were best friends. he barely ate at dinner that night, just watching you laugh and eat with pansy while she gossiped about her and blaise. you were with ron weasley, and he was mad, he didn't know you, but why was he mad?

the next day, he couldn't stop himself from pairing up with you in potions. feeling himself get almost embarrassed and shy when he asked you to partner up with him before ron could, he felt a small victory when you chose him before telling the red head next time with a cheery tone.

the entire potions class was spent with you walking on eggshells with him while he desperately tried to get to reknow you, he felt ashamed when he asked about the latest album of your old favorite band only for you to respond that you don't really listen to them anymore.

he sulked the next class, but mattheo wasn't exactly one to back down— he was going to get you back, in more ways than one.

the following week was used as a way for him to worm himself back into your life like an 'annoying zit' as pansy called him, she did love mattheo but she loved you more and that's all that mattered to her.

ron even asked you about it, "say," he mutters as he leans over your shoulder while you're studying, "why's riddle suddenly all over you?" he asks, genuinely curious though his wording was harsh.

you took a moment to recollect yourself, knowing that he didn't mean it that way. "i don't know," you say softly, taking notes about a plant you could care less about. "he's a little odd sometimes, im sure he'll get bored."

but he didn't get bored, in fact it seemed that mattheo only seemed to go harder. constantly taking any moment to steal you away from not only ron, but other people now (not pansy of course, she'd kill him).

draco trying to talk to you about astronomy? mattheo suddenly needed help with defense. blaise needed to borrow something of yours? mattheo needs you to listen to him rant. slughorn even needed you after class, and mattheo was there mean mugging him while waiting for you.

ron talked about it to harry, laying in his friends bed while he read. "he's bloody obsessed with her!" he says a little loudly, almost waking neville.

"i know ron i know, your girlfriend is being hit on by riddle. im sure it'll be fine," he says, stroking his red locks and twirling it. "you guys are basically married with how you act, nothings going to take her away." he reassures ron.

he just rolls his eyes, pausing harry"s hand to look at him. "that's the thing," he says frustratedly, chewing his bottom lip. "we aren't dating, and im just nervous that she'll get hurt again by him."

seamus listened with wide eyes as harry questioned ron, whisper yelling is still yelling to a light sleeper. and seamus finnigan wasn't the best secret keeper.

it only took a couple days for the whole school to know, constant berating from the gryffindors because they thought it was your fault and then the slytherins cheering you on for allegedly breaking ron's heart.

you didn't even have time to talk to ron about what happened since none of the other gryffindors would let you around him, so you were officially and totally alone.

you sat curled up in the abandoned girls bathroom, crying as moaning myrtle cried with you. you almost started venting to her before the door was pushed open, your old best friend staring at you with wide eyes.

"mattheo?" you question, hurrying to wipe your wet eyes as he approached you. "what're you doing here?" you tried to ask, hiccuping slightly.

he just shrugged, sitting down next to you as he wrapped an arm around your waist. "i know you didn't hurt weasley," he says quietly, pulling you close. "you wouldn't do that to somebody."

you could almost cry with happiness, hiccuping again as you smiled and laughed humorlessly. "it was all fake," you confessed, feeling embarrassed but like you just needed to admit it to somebody. "me and ron did it to make people jealous, and i don't know if it even worked so it was useless and im just so tired of people being so, fucking, mean to me about this i–"

he gently shushed you, rocking you back and forth while whispering that you didn't need to explain yourself to anybody. he pressed a soft kiss onto the crown of your head without realizing it, stroking your back.

when you had began to calm down, he awkwardly cleared his throat to ask an even more awkward question. "so uh, who were you even trying to make jealous?" he asked, glancing down at you.

you just rolled your eyes and shook your head with shame, before just whispering in a defeated tone that it was him. you felt the shame rise but you couldn't let it out, it was just too much.

"are you serious?" he asked, feeling relief and surprise rush through his entire body.

"yeah," you say, not looking at him as you shake your head and scoff. "i know it's pathetic but you don't understand i just felt–" the only thing you actually felt was chapped lips against yours.

mattheo fucking riddle was kissing you, his hands delicately holding your face like you were going to slip away from him again.

"don't worry about it, princess," he whispered, pushing his hair out of his eyes so he could look at you fully while calling you a name you havent heard since the third year. "it's not pathetic."

you stare at him in shock, glancing at the lip gloss smeared on his lips— this time from you, and not from other girls.

"are you sure?" you ask with an awkward laugh, feeling a nervous giddiness rise in you. "because i played that one stupid flower game with ron about you." you confess before you realize, accidently oversharing like always.

but mattheo just laughed, kissing from your forehead down to your chin and slowly across your jaw. "he likes me, he likes me not?" he asked, and you could feel the smile against your skin.

"i played it a couple times," he mumbled, pressing his lips against yours again. not wanting to hear the teasing you were about to do.

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

I would say, your response to an ask saying Seerow "taught the Yeerks Andalite Imperialism" feels a BIT like putting too much blame on Seerow. From what we know, all he gave the Yeerks was the tech to go to other plants. Them deciding to conquer other species never seemed like something they got from him....though, now I DO wonder what got the Yeerks on their path to conquest? Like, I feel like there's a legit interesting story about how they went from Simply being able to go to other planets to mind controlling other races. Especially since they may not have even known they COULD brainwash other races. After all, the Geds were a species they had a symbiotic relationship with. How in the world did they figure out they could control other species too?

There was an excellent fic (which I must find but can't remember the title or author) that speculated that the yeerks were originally scavengers, until a living gedd fell into a pond and a yeerk discovered the ability to crawl into its ear and control it. From then on yeerks would sometimes ride around in gedds for a few hours or days at at time, then exit back to their pools when they got hungry, but there was no philosophy behind it. Their rationalization for this was as nonexistent as the tapeworm's rationalization for starving a human. It just happened on occasion, mostly by luck.

However, (as Aftran points out) humans went from hunters to factory-farmers, and invented elaborate justifications for that decision. And yeerks at some point went from using gedds as an occasional opportunity to hunt or joy-ride, to having a whole culture built around enslaving other species. My argument is that Seerow may have played a role in building that justification, however accidentally.

Sort of like how it'd be both false and racist to say that Europe taught Japan imperialism, but it is true (and part of the historical record) that Japan moved to conquer Korea and China because its government deduced that imperialism was the way to compete in this new global world. Japan's imperialism wouldn't exist without England's, even though neither country invented the idea of invading other countries to kill the locals and steal their resources. Yeerks' imperialism wouldn't exist without andalites', even though no one told yeerks to enslave their hosts.

[enkvyu]

aww pls can u do a fic w geto abt the reader running her hands through his hair while he sleeps? shes prolly thinking abt how beautiful he is and how soft his hair is😭

i got this idea from the portuguese word cafuné 🤭

the climax of the movie begins, and you know the next lines off by heart. her heartfelt words, his confession of love, the scene itself is etched into your soul.

you glance over at getou sitting beside you.

it might be your millionth time viewing this movie, but it's your boyfriend's first. his eyes are completely trained on the tv, arm thrown lazily behind you and he doesn't realise you're poking his side until you do it a second time.

he reaches over to pause the tv. “hm?”

“want some popcorn?” you ask, smiling softly when he looks over. “a movie isn’t really a movie until there’s popcorn.”

he places a hand on his stomach as if to gauge how empty it is. “i guess i am hungry. but i was looking for popcorn earlier and i didn't find any. it's okay, i'm enjoying the movie already, even without popcorn.”

you whine a little but if there’s no popcorn in the house, then there’s no popcorn in the house.

“i could cook something.” you offer.

"you can't cook." he denies quickly. "and please do not try again. i don't think our kitchen can hold up if you make another attempt of cooking pasta."

"it should be so simple." you mourn. "it's just pasta, but why does it taste so bad everytime i make it?"

he smiles at you sympathetically, holding your hand in comfort. "there, there."

"do not patronise me."

“i wasn’t.” he reaches over and places your connected hand over on the coffee table, right over your phone. “let’s order uber eats.”

you stare at him, eyes neither an answer of yes or no. "we've been ordering uber eats everyday now, for the past week."

“well, what can we do? neither of us can cook."

you're humbled by his words so you nod. "can you order? and charge it to gojo’s card. you still have his bank details saved on your phone, right?”

he grins, already reaching into his pocket to take out his phone. “yeah, i do. what do you want?"

there's a face getou makes when he's scheming something and you watch as his eyes switch into that mode. he lets go of your hand and rubs your stomach tenderly. "remember, you're eating for two now."

"what?"

"tapeworm."

you make a face. "you're not as funny as you think you are. just order two of what you're getting, make it a surprise."

he doesn't say anything, and a silence elapses over the room only temporarily broken by the sound of his nails against his screen.

you pass the time by staring at him intently, taking in the slight furrow of his brow as he concentrates, the upward quirk of his lips when he catches you staring and the conceited hand he runs through his hair. he winks when you don't immediately look away.

you smack his arm with a smile. "don't be a douche."

"okay, the order's been placed." he shakes the phone in the air. "seven seconds until it's been confirmed, let me know if you want to change the order or forever hold your peace."

you don't answer.

"three, two, one—"

"wait!"

the alert from getou's phone tells you you're a second too late and your boyfriend looks over at you in surprise. "did you actually want something?"

"nah, i was just playing."

he scoffs, leaning forward to throw his phone over to the coffee table. when he sits back, he tilts over towards you, pressing his entire weight against your side.

"move over." you try to nudge him but it's like budging stone.

the two of you compromise, and his head ends up in your lap, facing towards the tv. his black hair spreads out across your thighs and you wonder how he keeps it so smooth and silky despite its length.

your fingers find purchase combing through stray strands.

"let's wait until the food gets here before we start up the movie again." he murmurs.

you try to peek over to look at him. "are you sleeping?" in doing so, your hand stops playing with his hair and he twists around slightly, placing a hand over yours to mimic the action of caressing.

"don't stop." getou mumbles and your heart melts at his cute act. "i'm just going to close my eyes."

you bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling like an idiot, but you doubt that it works.

getou's hand drifts back to his side and you continue running your fingers through his hair, twisting it around your digits and unravelling it so it stays curly.

you tuck a few strands behind his ear, tidying up his bangs. the pads of your fingers lightly skim over the tips of his ears and getou exhales softly at the sensation. he mumbles something incoherent and it makes you giggle when you realise he's trying to tell you to continue.

he might not be asleep, but he was certainly drifting away under your light touches. he rarely sleeps in front of you, rather, he rarely sleeps in general, so your heart warms seeing him so vulnerable.

his eyelashes flutter gently against his cheek when your breath gets too close, and his breathing is soft and deep in the silence. you want to cherish this moment, unblinking, taking in this simple, domestic moment when you get an idea.

the next few minutes is encased in silence, concentrated on your side and dreary on getou's end.

your attention is only pulled away when his phone vibrates on the table, waking getou up from his slumber. he groans as he straightens, rubbing his eyes to look at the screen.

your hands reluctantly leave his head.

"is it the uber driver?' you ask.

getou nods and sighs, standing up. before he heads out, he turns to you, yawns, rubs his eyes again, scratches at the skin that peeks under his white shirt, and mumbles a, "i'll be back."

you bite your lip, trying not to smile. "okay. see you."

you aren't notified that he's back by the sight of him, instead, it's his angry stomping that does. even before you see him, you giggle.

getou appears around the corner, eyes beelined on you. his hands hold a bag and the scent of food fills the air but neither of you are focused on that right now. "my hair!"

you stifle your laughter as best as you can behind your palms. "you're beautiful."

"what did you do?"

"my little princess." you coo, making grabby hands. "you looked so pretty when you were sleeping! it's difficult to make you more beautiful than you already are but i figured i'd give it a shot anyway. so i braided your hair."

getou gaps at you, rushing to pat at his head. he feels the bumps, the unnatural direction of his hair that ends just above his shoulder. it's tied with a hairtie and when he looks down at his wrist, he realises his usual tie is missing. "i showed up like this at the door!"

“i’m sure the uber person would have enjoyed the sight.”

“that’s why they laughed at me!”

“my beautiful little princess, come back to the couch!”

“you are dead to me.”

sorry for the wait ☹️ and thank you for the super cute prompt! i had no idea cafune had such a sweet definition!

[the-genius-az]

Have you seen the zukka fanfic about where Zuko thinks he’s pregnant because he’s getting a phat tummy but then it turns out to be a giant tapeworm and Katara has to help him and Sokka “deliver” it from his asshole

Thanks for the question, Amor!

No...no, I don't think so.

I never read fics that are about Zuko, they bore me.

If you don't mind, please I ask you to leave if you will only talk about Zuko.

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For a split second, he’s overcome with overwhelming nostalgia. An echo of a dream or a memory of a memory... A rooftop view, a cityscape bathed in neon and starlight. Midnight breeze fresh with petrichor and dying hope. A feeling of weightlessness, of things done, of long-awaited closure. A long chat about life, heartfelt laughter, and a few cold ones. "Funny how we're sitting here, facing the end." "Mhm. The irony is top tier. Never thought we'd have a rooftop date, did you?" "A date, huh? Shit, if I knew this was a date, I woulda worn something nicer..." "Ain't about the threads, V. It's about the company. And tonight, as it were, the company's superb." Cold metal palm against the bony shoulder and the thumping of a heart becomes more deafening than the echo of a rocket launch somewhere in the distance. The thought of an ending comes to mind and it hurts, it hurts worse than a white-hot knife against the skin...

[neptunesenceladus]

Wanted to do a list of some of my favourite fics across fandoms so here it is! En Enceladus’s favs (as of April 2024). This was actually going to just be my most recent ones but i ended up going through all the recs in my bookmarks, so, these are sorted into fandom to make it easier for you.

DC Fics:

Tractors by @lieu42

DC firstly lieu42 is cool af, so note that down. If you in a mood for time travel and Tim Drake having a crisis then this is definitely for you. I love it so much I bound a physical copy. actually just read everything by him, you will not regret it.

New Wave by @yellowocaballero

DC What if Steph was the first Robin? You should know I love Steph and this is probably the fic that cemented that, I really love how she is portrayed and the 90s skater aesthetic. this fic and tractors are probably my top two recs so go read them now please and thank you

Frequency by @cryptocism

DC, Teen I truly don't know how to sum this up. Basically Thaddeus Thawn "disappears" so CRAYDL activates clones of him. It's so so good and only got one more chapter until it is complete! Also the song November by Sparkbird fits one of the characters (Six) so so well.

Zugzwang by Hinn_Raven

DC, Teen Steph is dead so why is the new talon that Cass is seeing around strangely familiar?

The Juniper Suite by @shhhenanigans

DC, Teen, M, and E (currently 4 parts, first is T and last is E) Genuanly can't describe this one. It's jayroy, with this twisted fairytale body horror theme. so big warnings for body horror, I really love how the author writes all of it and plays with tense and imagery.

Time (to protect you) by Blueseabird2

DC, Teen Dick Grayson and Constantine go back in time to try and save everyone. It's mostly cute batfamily fanon with angst, it was my first DC fic I read (with the exception of Dark Matter) so has a special place in my heart (also the reason I have read so much Hellblazer)

Marvel/MCU Fics:

Pigeon and Crow by @deniigi

Marvel, Teen Peter Parker and Johnny Storm become friends. Deniigi always has beautiful writing and this is no exception. Personally love the wordplay.

Peter Parker's Tapeworm by Ginevra_Benci

MCU, Teen Firstly, the tapeworm is a metaphor. This one is what if the spell at the end of nwh failed and even Peter forgot he was Spider-man. Its really good, especially how the memory loss and displacement is written.

The Lost and Forgotten by @litcraz

MCU, Teen believe it or not, this one was written before nwh, litcraz just fully predicted it. Peter has to make a very bad deal and everyone forgets he exists, but he keeps ending up back in the Avengers path.

Star Wars Fics:

hope has bloody knuckles by @independent-variables

SW, Teen Legally required to star the SW section of this with two independent-variables fic, their writing is so much to me (I literally binged all 4 pages of their star wars fics on ao3). This one is about after the Clone Wars, Davijaan moves to Pantora with Cody to heal after the war. He reunites with a civilian he met once and slowly falls in love. Examines person hood, healing, love, and siblings. (oh and the authors settings in Pantora are inspired by Alaska and are so freaking beautiful)

sing back to the red bird, soldier by @independent-variables

SW, Teen I was hard-pressed to make a choice of just one more from this author, but since I can't list all of them here is another favourite. It's about Rex discovering what it means to be free, and have a choice beyond brainwashing, and then offering freedom to all his brothers. It uses elements of Tatooine slave culture by @fialleril, which is all just so beautiful, so definitely check out them as well!

Dielectric Breakdown by @jessepinwheel

SW, Teen Quite likely the first clone wars fic I read? I love a good mystery and this fic has that with a very fulfilling ending. Obi-Wan kills the Chancellor and goes into hiding toward the end of the war. Five years later he's presumed dead but Cody doesn't believe that and wants to know why he betrayed everyone.

Message Traffic by @skitzofreak

SW, G and Teen This is a must read for anyone. It's all written as correspondence, transcripts, and droid logs, as a post rogue one fix-it. It's actually amazing how much the story makes you invested while you are very clearly behind a fourth wall. I adore it so much.

floating, sinking by shuofthewind

SW, not-rated another everyone survives rogue one fix-it. I just really love rogue one and seeing all the characters get more. Also the perspective switches are really really good.

False Dichotomy by nsmorig (@far-sector)

SW, M One that was recommended to me (by independent-variables). Its dark and has body horror so I loved it. The way Cody is written from both his own perspective and others is in such a way that you can really understand who he is. Truly one of the Cody fics. There is also a sequel that's a wip and is also amazing (I'm still thinking about it).

Bucket of Bolts by @independent-variables

SW, G haha, I lied. have another inderpendent-variables fic. This one looks at Ahsoka and Rex in-between the end of tcw and start of rebels. I love them and whatever it is they have going on.

All Their Tomorrows by @breakfastteatime

SW: Jedi Fallen Order, Teen Horror!!! The Mantis crew find an abandoned ship floating in space and its super creepy and leads them to investigating a dark faction of force sensitives.

Six extras from assorted fandoms:

Talk Me Home by @comebacknow

The Maze Runner, Mature I love tmr so much, never not thinking about it. This beautiful work covers the six months in-between the end of the scorch trials (movie) and the death cure (movie). I've read it multiple times, it expands on both the characters and world building so much.

the scar i can't reverse (the more it heals, the worse it hurts) by EverythingButTheKitchenSink (ElvisHasLeftTheBuilding)

The Maze Runner, Mature I've been following this fic since it was only a couple chapters, its really brilliant. Lots of time travel shit and trauma and seeing Thomas through everyone else's eyes. I would also recommend going through a few of this authors other works as well if you enjoy!

Once & Future by spqr

The Witcher, Mature If you haven't read anything by spqr, congrats, you're missing out. This one is a kind of sleeping beauty au, where Geralt is a statue and Jaskier accidentally wakes him up. They then have to go on a quest to save everyone Geralt holds dear.

Silver and Copper by Heronfem

The Witcher, Mature I love this cause, horror. It gets pretty dark, please mind the tags if horror is not your forte. Jaskier is cursed so a witcher is hired to save him.

Vanishing Act by nockout

Harry Potter, Mature This is probably the only time I'll recommend a harry potter fic, but it's truly worth it. This is a noir detectivy thing that starts by being spread over two different points in time that slowly meet. I have no clue how the author keeps all the plotlines together cause, wow. It also follows an original character which I really love. I'm a few chapters behind that latest update so am feeling like a reread is in order.

can we be seventeen? by acennabeth

PJO, Teen ending with some fluff. This is just percabeth getting a break from everything and being teenagers for an evening. it's so special to me

[vhstapeworm]

mcytblr aufest summer 2023 - here are the collages i made! fic here by @needlebeetles

panel one: background, human - dodie, traditional christian wedding ceremony scripts, hand, flower crown, lace overlay

panel two: background, hand, human - dodie, mr. capgras encounters a secondhand vanity: tulpamancer’s prosopagnosia/pareidolia (as direct result of trauma to the fusiform gyrus) - will wood and the tapeworms, eyes, statue, blood overlay

panel three: background, the magnus archives #32 - hive, moths, hand, blood splatter, teeth

[johnmchacker]

Perchance To Scream (August, 2024)

He was always there for her.

Burrowed deep down in her subconscious like a malevolent mental tapeworm, lurking, hiding, waiting to make his presence known on the worst possible of occasions. Ginny had learned, over the years, how to lock him away; but she was so very, very young. Besides, how can you stop yourself from thinking? To think about stopping him was to think about him.

(This year's Ginny birthday fic. Read here, or on my AO3.)

When she had joined the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, he had whispered in her ear, loud and clear in his distinctive sixteen-year-old voice she recognised oh so well, Let’s see if you manage to kill anyone in a broom accident and Ginny felt once again the sickening horror as she realised she had set Salazar Slytherin’s Beast free and she’d had to concentrate so much just to force herself to fly straight, she’d dropped half the Quaffles in training and he’d settled back and chuckled.

When she blossomed under Angelina Johnson’s cheerfully matter-of-fact tutelage and helped Gryffindor win the Cup that first year, he’d waited until after she’d tumbled into bed deliriously happy and stuffed with Butterbeer and Cheese Puffskeins and Fizzing Whizzbees from the party. Ginny woke up gasping and drenched with sweat, after what seemed like hours of watching helplessly and weeping as the revived Basilisk got into the common-room during the party and hunted down her friends and brothers one by one as they ran shrieking into their dorms.

Little wonder that Ginny threw herself into life, filling her days and nights with activity so she wouldn’t have to think. Little wonder that she made Defence Against The Dark Arts her top subject, practised jinxes with her long-suffering dorm-mates until she could beat every one of them, and read every book she could find in the Hogwarts library on Possession . She joined the Gobstones Club, the Hogwarts choir, she went on dates with boys and nature walks with Hagrid, and even sweet-talked Madam Hooch into letting her join the firsties’ Flying classes for the extra broom time.

Because when she was busying herself so much she could fall into bed pleasantly exhausted every night, she could drown him out.

But he got through anyway.

He whispered in her ear every night that terrible sixth year at Hogwarts. I’m winning. Hogwarts is mine. You’re all mine. You especially, my sweet Ginny. I’ll make you mine once again. And night after night he showed her in her dreams what he would do with her - forcing her to march through the castle behind the Carrows, torturing young boys and girls, duelling her friends, murdering her own family. Nearly every morning that year Ginny woke up and cried furiously and silently into her blankets, jealous of her reputation in the dorm as an unflinching, unweeping stoic.

Even after the war was over, and he was most certainly dead, the ghost of him reared up and struck in her most unguarded moments. The first night she’d slept over at Grimmauld Place with Harry, she’d kicked Harry awake with her tossing and turning; that was when he’d found out about the nightmares. While training with the Holyhead Harpies he shouted over the whistling wind They’re dropping you from the team! and she nearly crashed. He struck hard during her first pregnancy, whispering You’ll be a terrible mother so incessantly she was reduced to tears in Waterstones; not knowing the real cause, Hermione blamed herself for loading Ginny up with parenting books.

When the Healer put James in her arms, tiny and pink and wrinkled, he sent her a devastating image of her small eleven-year-old hands stained scarlet with rooster blood, and said I’ll take this James as well, you’ll do it for me and she spent months afterwards terrified that she would drop him.

But even this last lingering shred of Tom Riddle faded with time.

And love.

When Ginny got her first Player Of The Match award, after a hard-fought five-hour battle against Puddlemere United, she’d whispered “Take that, you twisted little snake-tongued twat” and that night, she slept long and hard and deep, and woke up pleasantly rested.

There were a thousand places to go and millions of things to do, see, hear, smell, touch and taste, and whenever they could get away from their extremely busy jobs Ginny travelled the world with Harry. They basked in the sun on the beaches of Barbados, slipped hand-in-hand through the Sorcerers’ Souk in Suez, and zipped across New Zealand’s amazing mountains and valleys on their Firebolts… and all the while he stayed silent. Sometimes Ginny imagined him watching from some hole in the ground, like an impotently raging animal too scared to come out into the sun, and she’d allow herself one vengeful smirk, before returning to her life.

After she married Harry the nightmares nearly stopped altogether. Night after night Ginny drifted off to sleep with her head pillowed on his chest, or his arm draped fondly over her, and his comforting presence settled her soul like nothing else. He grounded her, cherished her, supported her, made her feel whole and young again, untouched by the cold, scaly, insidious corruption of the Diary. Never cloying, never overprotective, but there for her when she needed him most, ready with love, understanding, and an endless fund of wry wit.

Ginny had helped Harry defeat Voldemort; in turn, he helped her defeat Tom Riddle.

Harry was there for her as she fought for her place with the Holyhead Harpies, and through the hectic never-ending roller-coaster that was birthing and raising the three rascals they’d found themselves parenting. He’d been there for her when she quit the Harpies and Quidditch once and for all. And he was there the night she won Feature Of The Year at Snitch! Magazine’s Annual Gala for her massive piece on the history of sportsmanship in British and Irish Quidditch.

Harry sat at their table and beamed proudly as she went up to collect the little certificate; and beside him was James, looking very grown-up in his best dress robes, and Albus every inch as tall as his brother and taking a million photographs and grinning ear to ear, and her Lily-Lu completely forgetting her personal vow to be a ladylike and dignified sixteen-year-old, practically jumping up and down hooting and cheering her beloved Mum. Ginny saw all this as she accepted the award, and couldn’t stop herself from laughing from sheer joy.

And she did not think of Tom Riddle at all.

She didn’t know it, but she beat him at last then. She didn’t realise it, not consciously, because to think about beating him was to think about him. And thus did Ginny destroy the last vestiges of Tom Riddle within her.

Later that night, Ginny reminded her children to go to sleep, knowing very well that they would probably stay up another hour talking excitedly about the events of the evening, then went to change out of her evening gown, wash off the makeup, and get ready for bed. She got under the covers, kissed Harry good night, and grinned to herself as he slipped his arm around her and fell asleep immediately.

Ginny settled herself snugly under the bedclothes by Harry’s side, his body a reassuring bulwark against which a weary warrior could rest and trust to keep her safe.

And slept in untroubled, victorious peace.

[yellowtiebite]

https://www.wattpad.com/story/348011961?

My Green Mage poem is out on wattpad my pretties and it is wild and inspierd by Will Wood.

[sunnnfish]

Tagged by @aranarumei !!! Thanks!!

five shuffled songs from my favorite playlist

My current favorite playlist is. Ensemble stars songs. Im going to refrain from that one. If anyone cares it would be all Valkyrie songs. instead we’re looking at my general favorite songs playlist i called “high energy” because they’re mostly fast and well. High energy. And a little evil sounding. Minor notes and all that.

Got long bc im in verbose freak February. Going under a cut

1. Channel 01 Clown by Teddy Hyde

this is what I mean by evil sounding. Like YELLING and EMOTION and a strained smile and wild eyes. And like an almost cyclical sound. Fun fact i found this song from a cover i found on tumblr and im really sad that version isnt on Spotify. It was so good. Alas….

2. I Am… All Of Me cover by Victor McKnight, Penny Parker, Noah McKnight

yeah the shadow the hedgehog song. This is also what i mean by evil sounding. And fast paced. Also yeah this is the cover used in Snapcube Shadow The Hedgehog realtime fan dub. Really funny stuff…

3. Inside Story by Little River Band

got into this band bc i got really into cassette tapes and my grandma gave me a tape of this album and told me they were one of my grandpas favorite bands. And he was so right for that. This ones got a little of that evil sound… those minor notes… did you hear what the victim said…. One time i looped this song manually on my cassette player while doing a puzzle for like 5 hours probably

4. フィクサー (Fixer) by ぬゆり (nuyuri)

linking a specific cover on YouTube that i listened to. An embarrassing amount truly. And im sad its not on Spotify. But i love this song soooooooooooooo so so so much. Like the radio sounds the clapping snapping clicking sounds. So good.

5. Dr. Sunshine Is Dead by Will Wood and the Tapeworms

mmmm yeah those silly circus cyclical sliding evil sounnddssss… yeah just a really fun fast beat i love it

BONUS. Seishunnante Iranaiwa by Sangatsu no Phantasia

bonus because this was the next song that came on and i love it SOOOO MUCH… song associated with my favorite fic ever. Just looked up the full translated lyrics for the first time im crushed. Been going on vibes and slight japanese understanding alone which were mostly correct but ooohhh. Song about summer and growing up and not wanting to grow up. Let this summer last forever. Don’t let it slip through my grasp. Don’t move on without me. Im in shambles.

Anyways i could genuinely go on forever about songs. That Unwanted Animal by The Amazing Devil came on next i could probably write an essay on that one if i really wanted to. But im not i promise. Maybe some other time. I love sooonnngggsssss you guys…. Not tagging anyone specifically but feel free to do it yourself ^_^