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kat | 33 | they/them | drawings and fanned fiction | ao3

[mxjackparker]

We have 21 days left to fund Warped, a sci-fi and horror anthology of short stories exclusively by trans writers. If we can't reach our goal, this book can't exist - trans writers deserve to be paid upfront, and the most marginalized can't afford to submit their writing at all if they're stuck waiting forever for royalties!

You can find the Kickstarter here with more info! Books ship worldwide and there are e-book options. Tumblr seems like a place where this might be especially appreciated, and we'd love it if you could share!

[molgars]

hey can y'all do me a favor?

ice is trolling around my neighborhood in minneapolis, and they took one of my neighbors. i don't ask a lot but if you could toss what you can their way, i'd appreciate it so much. if not that, please reblog if you can.

thanks, and stay safe out there

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[devilsminionzine]

🖤 Contributor Spotlight 🖤

An expert in all things vampires and a purveyor of what they deem "handholdy missionary," katplanet has generously elected to donate their considerable talents to our zine! We couldn't be more excited to have them.

tumblr: @katplanet ao3: katplanet

[danielmolloystits]

INTRODUCING: BLOODSTUCK

HI. DO YOU LIKE VAMPIRES? DO YOU LIKE HOMESTUCK? DO YOU LIKE ONE OR NONE OF THESE THINGS, YET NEVERTHELESS FIND YOURSELF CURIOUS AS TO WHAT SUCH AN AMBITIOUS AMALGAMATION OF PROPERTIES COULD POSSIBLE ENTAIL?

BOY DO I HAVE THE FIC FOR YOU!!!!

What this is:

A multimedia experience of art, writing, animation, and music

An examination of the Interview with the Vampire canon by a group of multishippers who never quite recovered from their Homestuck days

A crossover that we hope to do justice

A love letter to Vriska Serket

What this isn't:

Something anyone asked for

Sane

A reasonable amount of effort to put into a transformative work

A love letter to Andrew Hussie

This first act was made my myself and @katplanet, though the project itself is the brainchild and heartchild of a number of incredibly talented people (whose work you will soon see!).

You can find it either here on ao3, or receive periodic upd8s by following @blood-stuck

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[blood-stuck]

Select your character==>

Claudia de Pointe du Lac/felineEpicurian

STATS

Intelligence: 🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢

LASSitude: 🟢🟢🟢⚪⚪

Adorabloodthirstiness:🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢

Talking to women: 🟢⚪⚪⚪⚪

[katplanet]

putting these here bc i need somewhere to host the images so i can embed them on ao3 lmao how's everybody doing

[katplanet]

[crawling out of my depression pit] fkasha twigs is that anything

[katplanet]

important work happening in the server this evening

[katplanet]

idk guys this is just my life now

[evergreensandthunderstorms]

Hey @gatoplanet I’ve been trying to live inside your polycule universe on AO3 and this is what comes of it — brain worms :) your series has been my absolute favorite and this is nowhere close, just inspired by, but I had to share anyways. xo your obsessive faithful commenter azazella99

Lestat’s make up artist is new here.

“I look like a bridesmaid in full glam, ce n’est pas— this is what you call rocker chic?! We have less than ninety minutes to fix—“ Tufts of lurid feather boa fly off Lestat as he shifts into impassioned French.

Celine looks near tears.

“He needs to look messier. Like he got gangbanged after hair and makeup,” Sam interrupts helpfully.

Everyone looks up at that: Daniel from his recline on the chaise, eyebrows raising from behind the latest Rolling Stone; Armand, from his kneel next to the chaise, definitely a violation, but Louis is distracted. Lestat licks his lips, looking at Louis. Celine blushes.

“Thanks, Sam. Celine, I think you’ve done all you can, here. You two take off.” Louis’ voice is low. Maitre, Daddy.

Sam is gone before Louis is done speaking — very in character. Celine fumbles with her kit, sends a few tubes of lip gloss rolling onto the carpet. “That’s fine, honey, you can leave that stuff here. We’ll see you later.” Daniel calls unsubtly from the chaise. He’s sat up, now, a hand resting on Armand’s hair. The girl scurries out of the room.

[katplanet]

this is my pulitzer

[katplanet]

hello everybody, it is i, chronic art nonfinisher. but i am reading his book

[katplanet]

any klave updates </3 ???

IM CHIPPIN AWAY i have the dual struggles of a) vampire fanfiction is absolutely falling out of my ass and i cant make it stop and b) i made the s4 fic i want to write really hard for myself for no reason lmao, ill give u another snip though i swear to god this thing will happen its important to me

“It's okay,” Dave says. And when Klaus raises an eyebrow, “Really. I wasn't scared.”

“Bullshit.”

“I was scared my whole life, Klaus,” Dave says. “And then the fear cashed in, and I laid there and thought, that was it. Nothing else can happen to me. If I don't have to be scared anymore, what am I supposed to do?”

“What'd you decide?"

“Nothing. I died too fast.”

“There's worse notes to go out on than an existential crisis,” Klaus says. “Pretty sure I died trying to remember the last time I took a shit, once. Opiates, you know how it is.”

“I thought about you,” Dave says. “Not the whole time, but, you know, Cult Guy called it. Apart from the hill.”

“That was my name in your head, really? I thought it was Mamie Pink.”

“The paint did not end up being the most memorable encounter we had, I'm sorry to say.”

[katplanet]

can you give us a hint of your upcoming Klave fic pls? (I’ve missed your work so much i am so excited to read it)

“I mean,” Dave says, “I've been dead for - shit, this takes math, now. A decade, from your angle? But other than that.”

Klaus hums, bumps his cheek into Dave’s jaw. “Don't feel dead to me.”

“That’ll be your ghost thing. Or lack of oxygen. Or both. Is this a dog coffin?”

“No clue. I didn’t think they made dogs this big.”

“I've seen some really big dogs.”

“Like,” Klaus shoves his face into the curve of Dave's neck, “what're they called, Mastiffs? You could fit a Mastiff in here.”

Dave kisses the crown of Klaus's head. His hair is short again, utilitarian. Just as soft as Dave remembers, and just as full of dirt. Klaus used to rub it around and call it dry shampoo, which made Dave laugh, because if there's any word to describe a month of caked-in jungle dirt, it isn't dry.

“Feelin’ kinda stiff, ma-self,” Klaus says. “Is that anything?”

“We're not having sex in the dog coffin, Klaus.”

“Booooo.”

[katplanet]

i don’t usually editorialize about fic when i post it, but: i wanted to see if i could capture the feeling of someone’s memories returning to them all at once, sort of experiencing an entire story removed from the linear way it happened. idk if i pulled it off but it was really fun to try!! mostly this is my ted talk about how everybody should reinvent twine in as many places as possible

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[katplanet]

will u be providing klave porn for us soon almighty gatoplanet :3

YES SOON i needed to let s4 settle while i finished exorcising 22k of vampires but it's klaus's turn now >:3

[katplanet]

Does that mean we're getting that Klave story you promised now? :3

oh trust and believe the google doc has been opened, words are being written >:3

[katplanet]

tua4 thots por favore

overall i really enjoyed it, there was so much to like imo!! and keeping it spoiler-free, all of my issues pretty much boil down to 'it was paced weird' or 'they needed four more episodes and/or more money and/or to reallocate puking scene time for lore' lmao, the last two episodes in particular had a lot of characters standing in circles explaining things to each other that i think would have been more effective to watch them discover together over the course of an hour. if they all could have come to the last episode's conclusion as a group throughout the season instead of [redacted] going on an eleventh hour info fetch quest, i think the ending could have been really cathartic and lovely. but i'm picking up what i think they were trying to put down haha, it's maybe not how i would have done it but i also wouldn't have done s2 and s3 the way they did them and i love those seasons in retrospect, so, shrug emoji

also in the wise words of prolific ao3 author and dear beloved friend shadowscast, infinite timelines mean everything is canon, everybody open ur google docs