GreekGeek24

writer of stucky, steddie, and queen fanfic on ao3 • artist and graphic designer of art and book covers • commissions open • lover of queen, horror, and the 80s • 24

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Father to Son - Chapter 1 - GreekGeek24 - Queen (Band) [Archive of Our Own]

Bette Davis Eyes - Chapter 1 - GreekGeek24 - Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]

Father and Daughter - Chapter 1 - GreekGeek24, Michicant123 - Winter Soldier (Comics) [Archive of Our Own]

Coney Island - Chapter 1 - GreekGeek24, PottersPink - Captain America (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

Incentive - Chapter 1 - GreekGeek24 - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

Dark Bars - Chapter 1 - GreekGeek24 - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

Over the Rainbow - Chapter 1 - GreekGeek24 - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

Carousel - Chapter 1 - DeamonSlayer576, GreekGeek24 - Captain America (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

Another One Bites the Dust - Chapter 1 - GreekGeek24, RavenclawWitch18 - Queen (Band) [Archive of Our Own]

I, Walk on Water - Chapter 1 - GreekGeek24 - Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]

Killer Queen - Chapter 1 - GreekGeek24 - Marvel Cinematic Universe [Archive of Our Own]

Break Free - GreekGeek24, RavenclawWitch18 - Queen (Band) [Archive of Our Own]

Seaside Rendezvous - GreekGeek24, RavenclawWitch18 - Queen (Band) [Archive of Our Own]

You're My Best Friend - Chapter 1 - GreekGeek24, RavenclawWitch18 - Queen (Band) [Archive of Our Own]

Honest - Chapter 1 - GreekGeek24 - Marvel Cinematic Universe [Archive of Our Own]

[dilletant]

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ref for #2

[camilleflyingrotten]

In its right place

[mardyart]

I like my spidey a little lonely, a little conflicted and a little emotional

[greekgeek24]

Commissions Open

Fanart

Commission available on Ko-fi.com

DM me if you're interested <3

[what-the-cap-dude]

Ship dynamic in which both people think they're the moon and the other is their sun

[proship-froggo]

Fandoms have a serious problem with how creators are being treated these days.

Fandom creators spend hours of their free time to create something to make fandom thrive...for free and for the love of the game.

And what do they get? A wholeass heap of fuck all. No reblogs, no comments, no nothing. And people are surprised that creators are dropping out left, right, and centre??

"Why is there no long fic anymore?" "Why did my favourite writer stop?" "Why is my favourite artist not posting anymore?"

I implore you to ask yourself: "What's the last thing I did to support my fandom? Does my favourite creator know they are my favourite? When was the last time I left a comment under something?"

[ghostmarmot]

It can be so intimidating to post stuff when you aren't confident. Then, when all you get is hate (whether from AI bots or humans accusing you of being AI because you used a semicolon correctly) you just... stop.

I want to write. I have three stories I am planning out, and I want to share them, but some are smut and I don't want the hate.

Ages ago, I was a vocal supporter of my favorite fanfic author and, I will admit, as the years passed and they stopped writing or answering as often, I let it die. They recently reached out (after 2-3 years) and I started rereading our conversations stretching back years, and I realized what a joy I had let fall by the wayside. We loved talking about the OC's backstories, how they came up with the plot, and other things. Supporting authors doesn't just support them, you often get behind-the-scenes info. I'm not saying this to bribe you into talking to authors, or that all authors will respond, but I am saying that reaching out can get others to open up and share things you would never know.

Sure, some people suck. Some creators want to be left alone, or monetize, or just are dicks. But most are putting something they worked hard on and loved out there in the digital void, and reaching out in any way lets them know that they aren't the only ones that loved it.

A blog on here I have found useful is @didyoucommenttoday. It reminds me, in my scroll, to kudos a fic I may not have otherwise.

[luna-azzurra]

We write because it’s nice to look back and see proof that we existed in that moment. Old drafts are embarrassing, yes, but they are also little fossils of who we were. The jokes we thought were funny. The wounds we kept circling. The tropes we were obsessed with. The sentence we clearly thought was devastating because we used it twelve times. Looking back at old writing is like meeting a younger version of yourself who was trying so hard. Be kind to them.

[greekgeek24]

Read the new chapter of Eat Your Young

Link: Eat Your Young - Chapter 4 - GreekGeek24 - House of the Dragon (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Excerpt:

Daemon woke with a start. For a moment, he did not know where he was. Golden morning light peeked through the bed curtains. Somewhere beyond the windows, gulls cried over Blackwater Bay.

A low, rumbling growl drew his attention as something moved atop the blankets.

Daemon’s hand flew instinctively toward Dark Sister. With narrow eyes, he realized it was no threat. 

There, planted squarely between him and his daughter, stood a dragon no larger than a kitten. Wisps of smoke curled from its nostrils as it spread damp little wings in challenge, tiny body puffed up with all the ferocity it could muster. The shattered remains of its egg lay scattered across the bed.

Already, it had chosen its place.

Between the girl… 

…and the world.

Daemon stared.

The hatchling’s scales were black as midnight, gleaming like obsidian in the morning light.

Black.

A rare color for a dragon.

For an instant, another dragon filled his mind: Balerion. The Black Dread. 

Daemon could still remember the first time Viserys had flown with him and his blood wyrm. Those vast, impossible wings seemed to eat up the whole sky. 

Even Caraxes, proud and fierce as he was, had seemed little more than a hatchling beside the Conqueror’s mount.

No dragon living had ever inspired such awe, such fear. Not even Vhagar, mighty though she was, could eclipse the shadow Balerion had cast across Westeros.

Yet here, no bigger than a housecat, stood a creature bearing the same sable scales.

His daughter’s dragon.

History would not be kind to her.

The realm loved its songs, but it loved its names even more. The Conqueror. The Cruel. The Conciliator. The Queen Who Never Was. Every Targaryen of consequence was hammered into legend until the man or woman beneath the name was forgotten.

They would do the same to her.

Daenys Targaryen. 

Daughter of Daemon Targaryen.

They would whisper that another black dread had risen.

Another conqueror. 

Another monster.

Daemon’s lips curved despite himself. “So,” he murmured. “The gods truly have lost their wits.”

[stuckygeekevents]

Steve Rogers' Appreciation Week | June 30 – July 7

Let's wish our favorite super soldier an extra special birthday this year!

Join Stucky Geek Events for a week celebrating Steve Rogers through stories, art, moodboards, playlists, edits, and any other fanworks you'd like to create.

Inspired by the nostalgic Americana of American Pie and Fourth of July, this year's prompts explore home, friendship, memory, hope, and everything that makes Steve Steve.

Prompts

Fireflies

Teach Me How to Dance Real Slow

My Star in the Sky

American Dream

Brooklyn Boys

What We Carry

Hometown

Summer of '39

Create one piece, several, or simply follow along throughout the week! Share on Tumblr or here ⁠🟡happy-birthday-steve-rogers

Please tag your creations with #SteveRogersAppreciationWeek and @stuckygeekevents so we can reblog your work.

Happy Birthday, Steve!

Check out the Stucky Geek Events community on Discord - hang out with 101 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.

[a-todd-illustration]

Eridian petting zoo that only has one animal.

It would be good for Grace when he wants more interaction and little pebbles want to meet their only alien. Often leads to sleepy cuddles

https://archiveofourown.org/works/86746481

[greekgeek24]

Sneak Peek of Nobody's Son's Next Chapter

I know it's been a while. I'm trying to update soon, but in the meantime, here's a little sneak peek <3

Scott tried to remind himself that this was an honor. He wasn’t sure how many more Winter Games he had in him, but this year felt special because his pup was experiencing it for the first time. 

Ilya was reaching out more, mostly memes or emojis, but at least it was something. The bond was more open than it had been before, and it was almost too much. Which is one of the reasons Scott was here in this tiny diner with Vaughny, pretending to pay attention when in reality he was studying Shane Hollander. 

The young Alpha was sitting at a table by himself, looking at his phone

And then Vaughny, picking up on that Scott was watching the Canadian for some reason, took matters into his own hands. “Hollander, what’s up, motherfucker?”

Always polite, Shane said hello and shook their hands

“Hey,” Scott said

“Latvia and Russia tonight. Bet Rozy’s feeling the pressure.” Vaughny chuckled.

Scott frowned. He could feel how much this mattered to Ilya. The kid had been wound so tight with something heavier than just pressure or nerves. That worried Scott. He knew how dangerous Russia was for male Omegas, so dangerous that Holly had Ilya on a much stronger dose than she normally recommended, but they couldn’t risk discovery…  

Which was why Scott was here. 

Shane and Ilya weren’t subtle. Too young. Too reckless. Too convinced they were the exception to every rule.

Scott knew Ilya understood the stakes. 

The Omega had spent his entire life hiding what he really was. 

But Hollander? 

As far as Scott knew, the kid didn’t know Ilya’s true designation. And if he didn’t know, there was no way he understood how dangerous Russia really was for Ilya.

“Hey, what’s Roz saying about all this?” Vaughn asked.

Shane’s smile flickered. “I don’t know,” he admitted with an awkward shrug. “Nothing to me, that’s for sure… I think he knows Canada’s got this in the bag."

“Nah, uh.” Vaughn elbowed Scott. “Not this year, baby. We’re fucking coming for ya!” 

Scott snorted.

“Okay, okay.” Shane laughed, his smile finally looking genuine. 

Dammit.

Despite all of Scott’s instincts screaming at him to view the younger Alpha as a threat, Hollander was just a pup himself. He could see a softness in the polite, soft-spoken Alpha—something he understood why Ilya was so drawn to. 

“You look great in silver, Vaughny. Don’t even stress.”

Vaughn stared. “Was that a chirp, Holzy?!”

Scott found himself laughing.

Somehow thirty minutes later he was still sitting there, eating frozen yogurt with Vaughn and Hollander while trying not to like his pup’s Alpha… Nope, not his Alpha! They were way too fucking young for that.

“Does your room have that smell?” Shane asked.

“Yes, yes, it does,” Scott said.

“Is it black mold? That’s what JJ thinks it is.”

“He’s probably right,” Scott said. “The good news is we won't be here long enough—”

“Alright, so tonight there’s Russia-Latvia. But before that there’s men’s figure skating,” Vaughn interrupted.

“My buddy Joe’s competing,” Shane said. “We trained together. Would you guys be cool to do that? I’d love to show up for him.”

“Hell yeah,” Vaughn said, actually serious for once. “I’ll show up for any dude who's got the balls to do that.”

Shane frowned. “What do you mean?”

Vaughn lowered his voice. “I mean your buddy's probably an Omega, right?”

Shane opened his mouth. “I don’t know if—”

“It’s brave as hell,” Vaughn continued. “Especially here.”

“Because he’s an Omega?” Shane asked quietly.

“Partly.” Vaughn glanced around the diner. “Because he’s gay. Because he’s an Omega. Russia isn’t exactly known for being safe for folks like that. Haven’t you noticed the extra security around the openly out athletes or the Omegas?” Vaughn asked. 

Shane nodded. 

“Russia’s ‘sposed to leave ours alone during the games, but I’ve heard stories. Tourists disappearing, getting jumped, shit like that. And that’s nothing compared to what they do to their own. Hell, there aren’t any male Omegas on their teams. Not even the figure skaters. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve even seen a single one. Seen plenty of the women–all wearing those fucking collars—but not one male Omega.”

Scott's nails dug into his palm. Before he could stop himself, he reached for the bond. 

There.

Ilya. Like fog rolling over the ocean—distant, melancholy, impossible to hold. But he was safe. Still his impossible, stubborn pup.

Ilya was safe.

Ilya was safe.

Ilya was safe.

“Fucking balls of steel.”

[cyanparade]

Steve and Bucky fan zine I did based on MCU Captain America : Winter Soldier~~ That was some fun times. Thank you so much Hamletmachine, Onorobo and Audrey for their guest arts! You guys are too amazing ;___;  Hug you guys till the end of the line Available for purchase over here Also available as eBook for my tier $10 patrons on Patreon (minus the guest arts) here

[brainstreams]

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

how I sleep knowing as a fanfic writer who writes for herself and her own enjoyment first and foremost, I have the power and the freedom to write whatever I want however I want forever

[cyberdelph]

by @nokoyasai

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

reblog if you love ao3 exactly how it is and you don’t want it to “update” or change in any way♡