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[angstyoreo]

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Grian goes out, gets drunk, hooks up with the hottest man in the world, and marries him, in that order. Then he faces the consequences of his actions. (or, the desert duo shotgun wedding au with the limited life factions as their actual family)

[oyasumiaow]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Lan Huan | Lan Xichen/Meng Yao | Jin Guangyao Characters: Lan Huan | Lan Xichen, Meng Yao | Jin Guangyao Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Naked Cuddling, Bathing/Washing, Tenderness, Established Relationship, Gentle Kissing, Physical Abuse, Abusive Parents Summary:

“A-Yao, will you tell me what has happened?”

  This almost made Jin Guangyao laugh. He’d like to know that himself! He didn’t even remember coming back to his bedchamber. He remembered going to the Fragrant Palace to retrieve something he knew his father had never kept in a place like his office or other places of business; he remembered finding his stepmother there; he remembered the sound of porcelain breaking.

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Lan Xichen visits only to find Jin Guangyao injured worse than either of them expected.

@xiyaogotcha4gaza fill for @nebulathunderwave! I hope you enjoy it!! <3

[z-ppy]

Room 22

After Jack gets his soul back, he realizes things will never be how they were. But they might be close. Slightly divergent from canon in small ways. @dawg-motif ty for the idea

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“I’d like… for things to go back to the way they were.”

His voice was careful, measured, hitting the right intonations to convey fondness, to appeal to fatherly instinct, to appease. He’d picked out exactly what he wanted to say and how he’d say it. I regret it. The… accident. 

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They’d filled up his room after he died, crowding the empty space with tangible, but forgettable things. Moldy boxes, swords and masks, clay pots that occasionally let off sour-smelling fumes, an entire tarnished tea set that had a sign reading DO NOT STARE AT REFLECTION taped to the teapot. Books, stacked horizontal all the way up to the ceiling, covered an entire wall, the spines buckling out under their own weight. Unreachable and unreadable.

They’d moved his typewriter. He’d only used it once; pressing the stiff keys and listening to the reluctant click when they popped back up. It sounded like Sam’s creaky knees, which made him smile. He smudged his fingers with ink that had once been black as he poked around inside, trying to see how the machine worked, pulling his hand out in surprise when a rusty gear snagged the delicate skin on his knuckle. It stung for a second, then smoothed over, the small smear of bright blood sinking back under his skin. 

Focus broken, he wandered back to the library, leaving little dark fingerprints all over the keys, desk, bedspread, and trailed along the tile wall in the hallway. Sam grabbed his hand when he reached for the book Sam was looking at, and gave him a long lecture about the proper conservation of historical archives, dirty fingers, and asking before you touch. 

He didn’t play with the typewriter again. At first because he was ashamed, then because he was resentful that Sam had snatched him and told him off like a misbehaving child, and then because his soul was gone and he didn’t really care anymore. 

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He’d barely noticed, before, that he’d been transplanted ("Only down the hall," Sam had said with eyes that said he was sorry), but now, with tears that never really dried stinging his eyes and an ache in his chest that felt heavy, suffocating, threatening to climb up into his throat and choke him, he could hardly stand it. His soul felt like a burning rock too hot to wrap his hands around. Now, through his blurry tears, he finally understood.

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The air glimmered with dust particles when he flicked on the light; the draft from the hallway banishing them to darker corners of the room. He avoided the effigies and cut-glassware, careful not to trip over anything either. But he wasn’t human, he wouldn’t trip, and he probably couldn’t be cursed either. 

The wall of books was one faded grayish color, each book defined by a fuzzy outline. Jack edged closer, weaving between boxes, and ran a light finger over one of the spines, trying to make out the faint golden lettering. When it didn’t crumble under his touch, he brushed harder, blowing on it. Dust flew in his face, and he sneezed. The lights flickered. There wasn’t really a biological reason for the reflex– his grace destroyed any invading particles before they could harm him, but it was stubbornly hardwired into his human form nonetheless. He sneezed again, and the overhead light shattered, sending sparks and pieces of glass flying. 

Boots thudded down the hallway and Dean skidded into the room, scanning for danger. He stopped short when his steps crunched on broken glass. He looked at Jack, then at the shattered ceiling light.

“I, um…” Jack began, wiping his nose on his sleeve. 

Jack hadn’t thought he’d ever hear Dean laugh again. 

_fin_

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[lydiamaitland]

yo i wrote a fanfic about the scream 2 kids support my dumb interests or perish

[angstyoreo]

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Things! It's Scar's Magical Emporium for Lost Things. - Grian (Scar runs a shop for lost objects. Grian is the unfortunate soul who keeps appearing in the store.)

written for @enderpearlnecklace for @mcytficfight !!

[angstyoreo]

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Forever kisses Missa before Phil does. Missa...doesn't know what to make of it. Any of it.

aka pissever high school yuri that no one but myself asked for

[angstyoreo]

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Phil kisses Missa. Then she finds out that Forever got to kiss Missa first. Now that doesn’t seem fair in the slightest. 

pissever hs yuri au finale <3

[angstyoreo]

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Forever kisses Missa on a whim. She hasn't even kissed Phil yet.

aka i wrote more for the pissever high school yuri au

[angstyoreo]

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If Scott asks, Martyn will do it. So he can't let Scott ask.

or the mean gills have a talk. 

[angstyoreo]

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BigB and Pearl have a conversation at the base of Frog Tower. They have more in common than they thought.

or, some nosy neighbor thoughts <3

[angstyoreo]

It's just that Tango is rubbish with cows.

[angstyoreo]

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You were sick. Really, really sick. You still had quite an eventful day, though.

(or, Grian is sick. Jimmy and Joel try to take care of him. Scar is there, sometimes.)

this was an experimental piece (at least for me anyways)...lmk what u think? 

[angstyoreo]

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There's a ghost in Grian's house. Maybe two, actually.

Grian is used to ghosts, however.

or, Grian’s the final bad boy, and he’s being haunted. So he moves house.

[angstyoreo]

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There’s a wall in front of the Nosy Neighbors’ tower, and Pearl is sitting on top of it. Cleo should not engage with her. Pearl is desperate, and self-destructive, and Cleo knows better than to engage with desperate and self-destructive people. She drifts over to Pearl anyways.

or, Cleo talks to Pearl. It doesn't really fix anything.

apparently writing limited life fic each week is becoming a thing for me. so have a pearl + cleo fic

[angstyoreo]

They say that there's a witch out in the woods, deep where no one dares to go. Pearl isn't a witch, though. She's just a girl.

a dl!pearl character study for the road