need good kpdh fanfic recs; any that are a must read?
HOoooo boy I'm so glad you asked here we go
I'd sooner die than bury you (grieving, grieving, constantly grieving) by @toastywarmhappyhats ILovedHerAndSometimesSheLovedMeToo Time loop fic, angst with a happy ending, this author writes SO poetically, this fic destroyed me in the best way and is an absolute fav
I want to die like a citrus tree (but that's not a milkweed's fate) by ILovedHerAndSometimesSheLovedMeToo In progress. Mind the tags on this one, it is very heavy especially at the start but is, again, SO well written. *ron's voice* you're gonna suffer but you'll be happy about it
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Ok everything by a_bird_who_is_like_no_other (@forever-is-just-a-second ) will wreck you in the best way. This author knows their angst, holy moly (they are responsible for "they find her in the dirt under the tree"). Be prepared to feel your feelings.
However my favorite of theirs would be A broken soul trapped in the nastiest shell (How can you sleep or live with yourself?) This fic is a masterpiece. Incredible pre- and post- movie context added.
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TooSweetForMe by WarehouseOrphan/ @warehouseorphandanvers Coffee shop/Bakery AU (beautiful amazing perfect no notes)
It Will Come Back by WarehouseOrphan In Progress. Demon Rumi is summoned to a college dorm room. Chaos ensues. CanNOT wait to see where this goes bc everything this author writes is gold.
It Isn’t Right by WarehouseOrphan Rumi being self-sacrificial and her patterns getting revealed bc of said idiocy is my absolute favorite genre and this one is the very best of that I’ve read so far. *chefs kiss* angst, hurt & comfort, the girls taking such good care of each other. Yeahyeahyeah. I made art for this one.
Whole Life Spreading Lies by WareHouseOrphan Short but so sweet. Zoey being the best and helping Rumi heal.
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Moment of Impact by flyandfall @flyandfall such good angst with a happy/hopeful ending. Really well-written action and reflection. Here’s my favorite line of poetry from it: “She should probably call a doctor, Iseul at minimum, but she didn’t, not at this moment when her girl, the sun that rose every morning, glowing golden, was awake. Was speaking. Knew her name.” HER GIRL THE SUN THAT ROSE EVERY MORNING. GAH. Amazing.
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Tangled as These Sheets by tenderlumberjack Zoey-centric, really well written, relational angst, complex Celine. Post-movie and the girls are all trying to figure out their shit. Zoey ends up road-tripping in California and its such a compelling read, just trust me.
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Time Will Remember You Softly by OllieSeastone @ollieseastone Rumi gets thrown three years into the future. GAH this one is excellent. Get cared for, you dummy [affectionate].
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Let the Jagged Edges Meet the Light Instead by rrsapphic @rrsapphic Mira’s past is revealed when a battle injury causes temporary amnesia. Gah the girls are soft with her.
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old habits by onlythemessenger, SparrowFlight246 The first time Rumi gets hurt after the Idol Awards, a head wound and shock means she forgets that her team now knows about her patterns— and old habits die hard. Delicious.
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pressure and together we're glowing by hexmunculus Two beautiful, shorter one-shots where Zoey and Rumi (respectively) come to realize their feelings for the other two.
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i know i love you (say you love me) by songfox Pre-poly. Zoey and Mira trying to figure out why Rumi keeps herself at a distance. Achingly sweet, but ends without resolution.
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Dying Wish by PierrotPlush Rumi tells the girls about going to Celine (screaming crying hugging them all)
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Don't Look Away by BambozledBumbleebe Rumira. Emotional/relational angst with a happy ending.
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This list is by no means exhaustive, so if anyone has other recs, feel free to add in the comments!
Also I tried tagging authors who mentioned having a tumblr but feel free to tag anyone I missed and share the love.
Fic idea: the girls are roommates. Zoey and Mira get along like a house on fire, but Rumi tries to keep a distance though she’s nice about it.
Zoey and Mira get a lil drunk one night and decide to summon a demon. They complete whatever ritual they found online and instead of a demon showing up in a puff of smoke, Rumi scares the pants off them by opening the door and going “what are you doing?”
They do this a couple more times for shits and giggles, with Rumi opening the door each time.
What they don’t realize is the ritual is working, Rumi is just the closest demon at all times.
supernatural polytrix au where rumi is a werewolf and mira is a vampire and zoey is a STAUNCH non-believer. she had her ghost hunting phase when she was 10 and she's coming up with shane madej levels of bullshit to rationalize why her girlfriends have the Strangest habits known to man
"?? yes obviously it's normal for my girlfriend to have to be invited in, it's called MANNERS? HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF MANNERS?"
"rumi likes to shred dog toys sometimes and it's FINE. that's just a HOBBY. SHE LIKES DOING IT. EVERYONE HAS HOBBIES."
"yeah we can only wear gold or else both mira and rumi will have severe allergic reactions which is fine because i prefer gold anyways"
"i don't really understand why mira breaks down in the kitchen all the time after seeing garlic but who am i to judge. we're working on therapy."
"it's literally not my problem that rumi escapes the house for 12 hours every full moon. she was homeschooled. what do you want from me."
"rumi does admittedly have a strange barking problem BUT mira has a strange hissing problem so it's gotta be normal. surely."
"it means literally nothing that they both have weird strange reflective eyes. why are you looking anyways. FREAK."
"mira is allergic to the sun it's a real thing don't be WEIRD about it she's INSECURE ABOUT IT."
"ok so what if rumi refers to celine as her "pack" and mira refers to her family as her "coven"? are you jealous you didn't bag two baddies and i did"
Summary: Bloom learns that her girlfriend might be autistic when she asks about her favorite movies.
AN: Bestowing autism upon Icy because I have autism. apologies if thus one isn't as quality as some of my other fics I typed it on my phone at an airport after pulling an all nighters. Whoops, no braincells.
Will post this on Ao3 when I am not on my phone.
Icy likes to sit on the left side which is a fine enough arrangement because Bloom preferes the right. She had tried to mix things up once and Icy had left the restaurant; Bloom supposes that she should have known that, “Bloom if you don’t let me sit in that spot right now, I will walk home” was not a bluff. Icy has always been pretty damn stubborn.
And so Bloom takes her spot on the sofa’s right cushion. She imagines that Icy will be even more particular now that they are in her apartment.
There is a lot to look at here; the walls are covered in horror movie and band posters. She recognizes some of the movies but almost none of the bands. There are figurines to match those movie posters and a pretty dark blue guitar that Bloom isn’t sure Icy can actually play as well as lots of ice sculptures, decorative skulls, and incense burners. There are other trinkets too; bones, old looking keys, mini-cauldrons, what appears to be a handmade broom, and a few crystals that may or may not be authentic.
“Hey so, it’s kind of cold in here.” She remarks of the temperature.
“And I replied that that’s how it should be.” Icy nods and takes her spot on the sofa.
“I was hoping that you could get me a blanket or something. You do have blankets for guests, right?” Why does Bloom get the sense that she does not? Probably because witches aren’t exactly known for their hospitality.
“I have blankets for Darcy and Stormy.”
“Can I borrow one?”
Icy shrugs. “At your own peril.”
“I’ll take the risk.” Bloom decides.
Icy gets up and tosses her a blanket. If the storm clouds with the angry faces on them are anything to go by, this one belongs to Stormy. She sits back down and pulls out her phone. Usually she texts Darcy and Stormy, sometimes she plays games. The sort of games that have plenty of blood and parental advisory warnings. Bloom tells her about her day and inquires about hers. Icy doesn’t even pretend to be invested in Bloom’s story and replies simply that her day was ‘uneventful’ and ‘pretty boring’.
“Well are you enjoying the weather? Winter is almost here.”
Icy nods. “I guess. Yeah it’s fine.”
Bloom sighs. She swears that, somehow, Icy was a lot easier to communicate with when they were taunting and insulting each other across any given battlefield. She is starting to think that the witch doesn’t know how to communicate in any other way. Small talk seems to agitate her but how else are they supposed to get to know each other?
A lot of the time Bloom wonders how she’d managed to start a relationship with Icy when she doesn’t make conversation easy. She thinks that it is nothing short of a miracle that the two of them have made it three months now.
“Soooo-o…what movie is that poster for? It looks interesting.”
Icy looks up from her phone to see where Bloom is pointing.
For the first time in about a week the witch’s eyes light up. “Oh that. That’s a limited edition print of the third unreleased poster for the first Thorn Noose movie. It was the image that they were originally going to use for the 1992 release but they scrapped it for the version of the photo where the noose is simply hanging in the background rather than around Sybilla’s neck. It is signed by several of the actresses, including Sybilla’s, and the film director.”
“That sounds like it was hard to come by.”
Icy nods. “Darcy, Stormy and I spent the night at the theater so that we could be first in line on the premiere date. The first thirteen people in line got to meet the cast and some crew members. I have the meet and greet photos, they’re in that album on top of the decorative box. The one between the two rows of DVDs. It’s a prop box from the Pandora Paradox franchise.”
Bloom nods along. “And what’s that movie about?’
“Thorn Noose or Pandora Paradox?” She doesn’t wait for an answer. “Thorn Noose is about a woman who was hung using a thorny vine. She was killed after being falsely accused of murdering her own children. She haunts the forest that she was murdered in. She usually takes the form of a raven.” She pauses. “The Pandora Paradox franchise is a bit more complicated. It’s more of a psychological horror film. One of those where you have to pay attention to every single detail and moment or else you will be completely lost. It’s sort of like…” She hums to herself. “We should watch it today. This is a movie that can’t be explained it has to be watched.”
She makes her way around the room, pointing at poster after poster and sharing how she had acquired the poster and what movie or band it is for. The largest band poster is, apparently, a band that had made the soundtrack for a movie called ‘Dread Knot.’ The movie had been named after the band too.
And that’s how Icy is sometimes—grumpy and untalkative until the correct topic is brought up. Bloom doesn’t mind letting her ramble. Not at all, it is rather charming really. Even if Bloom struggles to get a word in, it is rather nice to see Icy in a more chipper mood.
She pulls a prop dagger off of the wall and lets Bloom hold it. And she lets Bloom look through her CD collection.
At least now Bloom has a good idea of how to make conversation with her. It’s a start but she would like to be able to talk about their days and silly things like favorite foods and colors. For the time being she continues to ask Icy questions about each movie and band. She probably won’t remember all of it, but she can’t imagine that Icy would have a problem talking about it again. She has a whole lot of opinions about a whole lot of characters and about which sequels were necessary and which ones were just awful.
It is, Bloom decides to herself, rather precious. She will never say it out loud, lest Icy never show enthusiasm about anything ever again. Regardless, it is up there on her list of things that are kind of cute.
And then they are watching Pandora Paradox and Bloom, despite giving it very intense and undivided attention, has no idea what is going on. Which is fine by Icy who rather enthusiastically takes her through every plotpoint until Bloom, after several yawns and a few glances at the bedroom door, mentions that she is getting sleepy.
.oOo.
Sometimes she lies awake and overthinks things. It is fairly easy to do. The day had gone well enough. But she thinks that she has gone overboard again. She doesn’t particularly like bringing people over to her apartment because her apartment is comfy. And when she gets comfortable she lets her guard down. And when she lets her guard down her facade starts to crumble. She has worked rather hard to build it up. It is fairly effortless to keep it in place, usually a good glower coupled with a standoffish demeanor does the trick but Bloom has gotten used to that demeanor and tends to just ignore it. She takes disgruntled and aggressive expressions as some sort of challenge.
The fairy in question is snoring quite loudly next to her and Icy finds herself gritting her teeth. It is such an ugly, grating sound.
Icy rubs her hands over her face. Just as she is about to give the fairy a good jab Bloom's eyelids flutter and she stretches her arms. “You're still awake?”
“You snore really loudly.” Icy mutters. But that isn't the only thing that keeps her awake tonight.
“You could try a silencing spell.”
“Yeah.”
She casts it less for the sake of ceasing the snoring and more for the sake of evading the questions that Bloom comes to ask the next morning.
The interrogation begins innocently enough. With a batting of her lashes and a. “why don’t you talk about the things that you enjoy more often?”
Because once she starts, she usually never stops and people at Cloud Tower don’t take kindly to that. She only gets away with it when she slips up because she has the right interests this time around.
Icy shrugs.
“I hear witches talk about things they like all the time.”
B“Yes well…” They don't talk the way that she does.
“Well what?”
She offers only another shrug.
“You are really mysterious all the time and for no reason.”
“I have a perfectly good reason.” It is the reason that she has had for as she can remember. Mysterious is cool. It is dark and alluring.
It keeps her safe.
A nice little mask to cover all of those traits that witches torment fairies and nerdier witches over.
“And what's that?” Bloom tilts her head.
She really ought to tell her the truth. But she hasn't even managed to admit it to Darcy and Stormy.
To herself even.
“Are you actually secretly a really nice person?”
Icy scoffs. “Don't be ridiculous! I am not a nice person.”
Bloom hums, “if you say so.”
“If you're not a nice person then what are you?”
Icy gives a slight grimace. Sometimes she does feel like a what rather than a who. Sometimes she hates the human body and all of the sensations it comes with.
Sometimes she feels like a witch's body doesn't suit her at all. But she is nit like Mirta, she is no fairy. She is no specialist either. They are all human in shape. Sometimes she feels like a void or a black hole swirling with snowflakes. Sometimes she thinks that that form would better match whatever she has going on in her mind.
That thing that she tries so hard to keep in her head.
That thing that comes out when she gets too comfortable.
Bloom's face falls. “Careless question?”
“Maybe.”
.oOo.
Getting her to talk is damn near impossible. Bloom supposes that she shouldn't be surprised, Icy isn't exactly forthcoming, especially about things that embarrass her.
And Bloom can always tell when she is uncomfortable; she stops looking at her, starts tapping around on her phone instead.
“You're hiding something from me.”
It isn't a question.
“Yes.” Icy replies simply. She frowns slightly and mutters, “from everyone.”
“Everyone?”
Icy twirls her hair around her pointer. She likes to do this, usually when she is bored. Sometimes she braids and I braids her hair just to braid it again.
“Well what is it? Why aren't you telling it to anyone?”
“Because it…I need people to see me as I like to be seen. I don't need you looking at me differently.”
“You stole my magic and tried to very aggressively take over Magix. I don't think that anything you can tell me will change the way I see you.”
“Actually it will.”
“Icy, I've seen Stella stuffing her bra with pillowcases. I don't look at her differently.”
This does not draw the laugh that Bloom had been hoping for. Instead she swears that she sees the witch bite lower lip.
“I'm autistic…” she puts a greater effort into staring at her phone screen. She looks up for a moment. “You don’t look surprised.”
“Because I'm not.” She shrugs. “You have this sort of energy. Musa would call it a vibe.”
“A vibe?”
Bloom nods. “I've never met anyone like you before. It's kind of refreshing…even if I do have to put up without particular eating and sleeping habits and I suppose I will give you a pass on you offensive dislike of cheese pizza.”
“Right. Well, most people don't find it refreshing they find it aggravating and ridiculous.” Icy folds her arms.
“So what? You just act aloof, mysterious, and mean to keep people from judging you?”
Icys face seems to falling Bloom cringes. She had always imagine there would be at least a slight sense of triumph in hurting the witch’s pride but the look on her face blows away the last lingering embers of resentment that Bloom had for her.
“I get it…” Bloom mumbles. “It's easier to do the judging and mocking than to be on the receiving end.” She pauses. “Well I guess that I don't get it because I kind of always let people say what they wanted to me. I would tell them to leave me alone and stuff but that never worked.”
“Yeah.” Icy mutters. She is quiet for a good while before confessing, “I used to be pretty open about it…the autism thing.”
“But then…”
“People are assholes so…” she shrugs
“You became the asshole.”
“I prefer ‘bitch’ but ‘asshole’ works too.”
Bloom breathes a small sigh of relief. There's the sassy, sparky Icy she is so fond of. “You don't have to do that around me though. Or Darcy and Stormy for that matter.”
.oOo.
Icy swallows.
It does sound nice.
To be herself without so much polishing and refining.
Without so many restraints.
She hasn't had that in so long.
“I don't think that Darcy and Stormy will take so well to that.”
Bloom quirks a brow. “Well I think that Darcy and Stormy have known you so long that they've already figured it out and they just don't want to make it weird.”
“Glad that you have no such restraints.”
“You should be!” The fairy declares boldly. “It's liberating. Soon you'll have no problem being all kinds if dorky and…”
“Now your pushing it, pixie.”
Bloom raises her hands. “Or you can continue being g a super grumpy menace to society that is too cool for activities like roller disco.”
“Roller disco?”
“Slap on a pair of roller skates, dress in your favorite brightly colored nylon attire, and skate around a roller rink.”
“I'd rather let Clout Tower students take a guided tour of my apartment and…”
“Yes! That's right! Embrace your quirks!”
Icy sighs.
“Make Cloud Tower students pay you money to talk about your favorite subjects!”
Icy sighs again and flops back onto her mattress faces down.
“Just talk until you feel the shame vacating your body like your chance to take over Magix did!”
She holds up her middle finger. Bloom takes her hand and gives her finger a little kiss.
“Or I can just be so whacky and unpredictable that nobody even pays attention to your bitterly disappointing aversion to pizza.”
“Don't make me regret confiding in you, pixie. I promise that you will rue doing so.”
“You won't regret it.” Bloom smiles in earnest. “This will be good for you. Trust me.”
“Maybe it will be.” She murmurs. She can’t say that she as truly tried to be unrepentantly herself. It would be nice, she thinks, to have a real sense of confidence instead of a false bravado.
Witches are known for their quirks and oddities anyhow. She takes well to that crowd for exactly that.
She opens her mouth but ‘thank you’ sits so strangely on her tongue. Instead she says, “your advice was surprisingly unshitty today.”
“You're welcome!” Bloom pecks her on her cheek and her face flushes lightly.
HUH!?!??? And just when I was getting confident about my TLT knowledge 🤦♀️
This is amazing though I literally feel like when it comes to clues left behind outside of the main narration of the story Tamsyn Muir is the GOAT. Literally in the CHAPTER titles.
Sam: So let me get this straight. You bought Catco magazine.
Lena: Yes.
Sam: Because Kara was upset that Morgan Edge wanted to buy it and you couldn't resist her wobbly-lipped pout?
Lena: No, it's an investment-
Sam: And now you're going to go and learn to run a media empire with help from a certain junior reporter who has also never run a media empire.
Lena: Well it's my company, it makes sense that I need to be there to-
Sam: ... while stepping away from THIS company. You know, the one with your name on it that you are extremely qualified to run. And you're having me step up to take your place here.
Lena: I-
Sam: Instead of hiring someone who knows how to run a media business to look after Catco for you.
Lena: ...
Sam: Nope, sorry Lena. There's no way to get this one straight. That is the least straight thing I have ever heard.
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I spent the evening looking into this AI shit and made a wee informative post of the information I found and thought all artists would be interested and maybe help yall?
edit: forgot to mention Glaze and Nightshade to alter/disrupt AI from taking your work into their machines. You can use these and post and it will apparently mess up the AI and it wont take your content into it's machine!
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(this post is also on twt)
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