Genteel Joints

Just your average gay mess

[genteeljoints]

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This blog is for my fanfic writing. You can find my work on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/genteel_joints/works

Expect fic links, writing updates, and whatever the hell else I feel like posting. I write exclusively for sapphic ships, and I have a particular fondness for rarepairs.

The last time I had a Tumblr account was 2008, so I barely remember how this site works. If you feel like taking pity on me, my DMs are open.

P.S. My icon is my own art, which I'm very proud of, and my own ego needed to make that known. If you're lucky I might post some of my fan art on here from time to time.

[genteeljoints]

New chapter (12) is up now on ao3!

All the Ways I Hide (Chapter 12)

Mira is having a no good, very bad day. Also, there is japchae.

[sadmortician]

trinity

[soemotional]

and to think im never going to see the lesbian avengers assembled in this line up again

[genteeljoints]

Mohan might be leaving but we got McKay in a tank top so I'm not complaining too much.

[genteeljoints]

Sometimes you just have to give in to your own self-indulgence and write the angstiest fanfic mess possible.

Chapters 1–11 are up now, with more to come soon.

All the Ways I Hide

Rumi once heard that if the alpha was the beginning, the beta the middle, then the omega was the end.

She doesn't remember where, maybe some half-remembered scripture or idiom Celine had quoted, maybe somewhere in a book she had read. It was the kind of ancient wisdom that sounded profound the first time but never really stuck, not until you lived it.

Alpha, the first note.

Beta, the bridge.

Omega, the silence, the final note.

It wasn't until she met them that the words stopped being abstract, that the saying suddenly had faces, had meaning beyond theory.

OR

Secrets kept for protection become the thing that destroys. When Rumi's truth comes out during the mission to seal the Honmoon, the three of them are left standing in the wreckage with every wall down and every lie exposed. Now they have to figure out how to be a pack when isolation, control, and self-erasure are the only blueprints they have.

[orangecatbehqviour]

Something something barantos soulmates share pain au blah blah blah Trinity still struggles with unhealthy coping mechanisms and Baran feels it every time she gets back to them *muttering and mumbling* Trinity feels Baran's seizures *talking noises* complex female characters

[genteeljoints]

@orangecatbehqviour may I please please pretty please have your permission to write this??

[scout-spaeny]

red and blue theory red and blue theory red and blue theory

[genteeljoints]

Ah yes my current hyper fixation.

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Deadpan's

Open mic night: where Kate Bishop discovers she is not, in fact, meant to be a stand-up comedian. One disastrous set, several painful archery jokes, and one devastatingly accurate heckle later, Kate discovers the universe’s idea of a punchline, her soulmate is the gorgeous Russian who just publicly eviscerated her with perfect comedic timing.

OR

When the universe decides your soulmate should be the woman who just publicly humiliated you during amateur comedy night, you have to question cosmic judgment.

Note: This was my first piece of writing in many many years, and it's a fun one. Besides, who isn't a sucker for a good soulmate trope.