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Fanfic &c. Since 2003 🪦 My Fic + My Ao3 🪦

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I remember picking this up as a pinch hit in the Good Omens holiday exchange... and at just under 3000 words, it's still the most I've ever written in a single day. Neat story, I like this one.

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Happy Pride! Here's some pr0n 🌈

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It's Argyle's Fandom Cheese Plate - Day 23! | Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean

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It's Argyle's Fandom Cheese Plate - Day 22! | Fandom: Demian

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To celebrate another year in fanfic, this season I'll be sharing drabbles inspired by 31 of the over 70 fandoms I've written for before, plus one to grow on! As always, thanks for reading 🖤

01 The Charioteer | 02 The Lord of the Rings | 03 Doctor Who | 04 Interview with the Vampire | 05 The Good Place | 06 Talented Mr Ripley | 07 The Wind in the Willows | 08 Brideshead Revisited | 09 The World's End | 10 Rope | 11 Mrs Dalloway | 12 Only Lovers Left Alive | 13 Captain America | 14 Dead Like Me | 15 The Secret Garden | 16 IT | 17 A Separate Peace | 18 Less | 19 Renfield | 20 V for Vendetta | 21 Frankenstein | 22 Demian | 23 Pirates of the Caribbean | 24 Romantic Poets RPF | 25 Dracula | 26 Life on Mars | 27 The Picture of Dorian Gray | 28 Mad Men | 29 The Great Gatsby | 30 X-Men: First Class | 31 2001: A Space Odyssey | +1 Jaws

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The Little Things - Alice (2009) - Argyle

March never cared for invitations. But when he showed up on Hatter's stoop, a vial of Ardor in his hand and another of Wistfulness in his waistcoat pocket, it was always implied that Hatter had been the one to will him there, and that of course it was Hatter's idea at its heart. But to be fair, it wasn't not what Hatter wanted. Beginnings, like dollops of raspberry jam: "To what do I owe the pleasure, March?" "I was hoping," replied March, his mouth curling into something like a leer, "I could finagle a cup of sugar from you, there's a good neighbor." "Just sugar this time? I've some nice bread and butter." "What, you expecting company?" Hatter took a step back; March passed through the door. It was scarcely noon. Neat beams of sunlight ran through the blinds and striped the checkered carpet. In the kitchen, the kettle was singing. "You know me," said Hatter. "Company is my life. Tea?"

This show had some interesting concepts and visuals, I feel like it's probably worth a rewatch.

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Minecraft cake

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Idk if you’re still doing the Happy Saturday thing but AU where “Dracula meets Jonathan in London instead” drabble?

Really enjoyed this prompt @the-autumnwind thanks! 💌🦇

Invite - Argyle - Dracula

"Mr. Peter Hawkins, I presume?" Jonathan startles, dropping his keys in the entryway as he turns heel to find a man behind him stood close enough to touch. Tall, dark haired—dressed all in black too—with sharp dark eyes, and red lips beneath a curling mustache. No placing the accent. He offers, "Er, no. His assistant."

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90's Johnny

For the fantastic @argyleheir. I had so much fun drawing him! 🖤🩸

And of course plugging their 90's Dracula AU as well!

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Choose Your Own Adventure - Argyle - IT

"There was this time the Denbroughs had the three of us over for a cookout, and then Bill's dad offered to take us to the Mr. Freezy stand for soft-serve? Must've been summer of '88. Anyway, there was no fucking way we were all gonna fit across that back seat… so somehow you ended up sitting on my lap?" "Somehow?" Eddie repeats. "Somehow? I distinctly remember you jokingly suggesting it, and then Bill and Stan going, 'Oh yeah, Eddie, just hurry up and get your ass down,' because Mr. Denbrough had already threatened to forget the whole thing if we couldn't get settled." Richie grins. "Holy shit, I thought for sure Bill was gonna suck it up and sit next to Georgie. But then you actually did it. Dude—you sat on my lap, and it was literally the stuff of my adolescent dreams. Okay? But get this: I'd just eaten about nine fucking hot dogs—" "Oh my god." "And like, potato chips and pickles and macaroni salad—" "Oh my god." "All topped off with a couple of Cokes… And you know what, Eds? It took every bit of self control I had, every scrap of concentration, but I didn't puke on you that night." "If you'd puked on me," Eddie says, his snicker teetering on the edge of full-blown laughter, "I doubt we'd be having this conversation right now."

Love this IT fic I last updated four years ago but still hope to someday complete. Essentially a long, self-indulgent Reddie bottle episode.

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happy harkula! the word “rupture” came to mind ^.^

Yay! Thanks for the prompt @deadbeat4ngel!

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Maybe obvious but, Harkula + Belonging? :)

Love this prompt @beevean thanks!

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Happy This Man Belongs to Me Saturday!

Send me a word/prompt a I'll write you a Harkula drabble 💌🦇

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Happy This Man Belongs to Me Saturday!

Send me a word/prompt a I'll write you a Harkula drabble 💌🦇

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Dickie has expensive tastes. The next day, Peter has to work, and is away from his hotel until sundown. When he stops at the front desk for his key, he half expects Dickie to swing round the corner to whisk him away for another night on the town; but then again, no. The deskman assures him Dickie hadn’t come knocking. Peter doesn’t fool himself into thinking it’s love, but when the blue fluorescents catch in Dickie’s golden hair and Peter feels that telltale ache in his chest, he supposes it’s close enough.

PSK is a cinnamon bun, too pure for this world 💔

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See the full story @ Ao3

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Of course I based this PS art on a real front page...

Wish I could find the actual NOTW font, it's great.