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The City of Demons- playlist

A tracklist for a Stranger Things-Vampire the Masquerade-AU playlist, in which the Monsterhunting trio of Nancy, Jonathan, and Steve moves from Hawkins to LA post high school graduation and some college to discover poly, kink, and vampires.

Tracklist (and my vague-ish plot ideas) below the read-more. The events of Season 2 never happened.

Check out the Spotify playlist here.

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alter UMY: The Bad Baron AU

Random ideas/headcanons that won’t get fics anytime soon. If anyone wants to add on/chime in/create something, feel free.

Based on a dream I had- some sort of alter UMY-verse, in which fae-ish Trott visits a pub he’s been to before and runs into a minor annoyance.

I dunno what Trott is, A vampire, maybe, but not in the conventional sense, and also some sort of magic user, so maybe a sorcerer/warlock too? Or a fairy. I dunno.

Though it could be read differently, I also imagine that Ross is the bartender and Sips is the (at least former) pub owner. The pub is both non-human/magical and human customers. The last time Trott was here was in the 70s, and it is now present day.

cw: dudebros pestering for drinks, mention of drinking
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Compassion Will Kill You

I’ve read other poetry books by Adrian Bouvier before, (though apparently I never wrote something on Drown, whoops). But anyway, when I saw he had another book on Amazon I had to buy it.

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This one was a lot harder to get through than the last ones, since this deals more with parental abuse, guilt, mental health, drug use, and death. Bouvier has both a detached and a striking way of approaching these subjects, and it hits painfully.

Stag:

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I think Stag was my favorite. Reading it, it has a rhythm evocative of being chased, of an inescapable feeling of running from something, running from everything you’ve screwed up.

Sweet Things:

 

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Sunsea:

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(And, without pics)

Don’t Come Home:

“they say that good men go to war and don’t ever

come back. they say good men go to war.
they say that good men don’t come home from war.
they say good men go to war, and while they’re there
one of two things will happen:

1. that good man will die, or
2. a different man will come back home in a body
3. that once belonged to a good man.

you came back, if you can come back from home,
in a hollow thing. with a hollow thing. as a hollow thing
like a skin you can’t get rid of. the war found a place inside
you to hide and now it’s wearing the good man’s face
you used to own. and you are the hollow thing. you are hollow.

good men do not come home from war.

they say good men go to war. they say bad men
start wars and good men go to them, because it is right.
because that’s where they need to be. you never went.
you never went. you just got born right here. you were born
with a gunshot splintering you out of the womb. you
were born like a bomb out of the belly of a jet. you’ve
been at war your whole life. you’ve been a war
you’re whole life.

you are not the good man who came to this war. he died there.
he died somewhere in between not being able to cry anymore
and that third month in the trench when he shot a man rather than
let him linger. when you learned what mercy is when mustard gas
is involved and he learned he wasn’t good anymore.

they say good men in love go to war and one of three things
will happen:

1. that good man in love will die, or
2. that man in love will die, or
3. that love will die.

and they’re right. nothing stays the same in war.
nothing survives the men’s slaughterhouse that ground
becomes, and especially not love. it gets twisted up,
gets all strange when you sleep on it, creases folded in,
memories faux-gilded in light of all that gore. even
sinning love. even love illegally gained and kept.

you can put that sinning love in your mouth and chew it
into a different shape, a new kind of awful: nobody cares
in a trench. nobody goddamn cares in a trench.

no good man comes back from a war. nothing good
comes back from a war.

good men start wars and good men die in wars and
good men get lost.”

If this sounds like your kind of thing, check it out on Amazon.

Check out the rest of my posts about poetry here.

swallow me whole – ghostofgatsby

Edith’s Diner was the kind of place that slow-cooked their sauce and baked pasta dishes in ceramic crockery. Truckers, vacationing families, regulars, and the lost few who needed a hot meal and had nowhere else to go wound up at Edith’s.
Smith was one of those few.

A fic with truck stop hookers and angst.

Rating: Mature

CW: Sex Work, Miscommunication, Lying, Angst, mention of visiting a health clinic/being aware of sexually transmitted infections and HIV; mention of drinking
If I need to tag something else, let me know.

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the life of a drowning boy- playlist

A sequel playlist to a playlist for an original short story I wrote for creative writing, darkness within. It was about two brothers (one of which murders his girlfriends in a lake in their small Florida town); their relationship with their parents, and societal expectations.

But what if the boy who left and the boy who was left behind grew up?

Tracklist (and my vague-ish plot ideas) below the read-more. Note cw tags for both.
Dunno if the plot matches the mood of the music as well as the last one, but oh well.

Check out the Spotify playlist here.

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A Wedding, A Divorce, & A Funeral AU

Random headcanons/AUs that won’t get fics anytime soon. If anyone wants to add on/chime in/create something, feel free.

cw: parental death, death, grief/loss, drinking, (past) relationship issues/breakup
If I need to tag something, let me know.

First a wedding. Then a divorce. Now, a funeral.
After Smith’s best friend got married, Smith eloped with the girl he’d been seeing at the time and moved out West, just to forget about being in love with Trott since they were kids.
But, it didn’t work out. Both his marriage, and the forgetting part. He spends time from job to job as a listless bachelor, not really satisfied but not really knowing what to do with his life.
Then he gets a phone call- Smith’s only parent dies, and he’s left with an empty house to himself back in his hometown. Filled with regret and wanting to make up for all his years doing nothing worthwhile, he moves back home.
And who would show up at the funeral viewing but his former best friend Trott and his husband Ross.

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February Fic Recs

On February 10th, 11th, and 12th, you’re invited to rec your favourite fics, from the all time faves to the WIPs you’re currently enjoying.

I went through my bookmarks on ao3 from 2016 and picked out some fics.
Most of these aren’t Yogs/Hats, because I wanted to showcase more outside of that fandom.  There are lots and lots that I’m certain I’ve forgotten. If you’ve written in the same fandom I do- thank you for sharing your work. I hope to see more in the coming year, but if not, you and your work are still appreciated all the same. So, thanks!

Also, let it be known the only fandom I consider myself to be “in” is Yogs/Hats, because that’s what I write in and mostly interact in.
I do, however, read anything that interests me in pretty much any other fandom, whether I’ve seen content from it or not. Find something you thing I’d like? Feel free to rec me it down below, or on Discord or something.

Fics are sorted alphabetically by title. Summaries are italicized, and my comments are in parentheses. Archive Warnings will be listed where applicable, otherwise, there are none. Mind the tags, and happy reading ^^!

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