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A preview of my piece, these lips weave galaxies, for the @vast-zine ! This amazing zine is all original works about space and I’m so incredibly excited to be a part of it!

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helpless to help you

Rating: Teen and Up Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Category: Multi Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Relationship: Bakugo Kastuki/Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shoto, more to be added later Additional tags: Whump, Major Character Injury, Angst, Violence, Post-Canon, AU - Canon Divergence Summary:  Bakugo and Todorki are away overseas, and Midoriya finds himself alone in a fight against a group of villains more organized and more capable than the heroes have ever faced before. When Deku is seriously injured, Japan's top hero team is devastated. But they must find a way to keep going, to uncover the dangers behind the suspiciously rising villain "talent" and keep everyone safe. Even if Midoriya is forced to watch from the sidelines... AO3 link

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Midoriya felt the air burn through his lungs, each breath fanning the fire in his chest. Adrenaline sang in his veins, forcing him back towards the heart of the battle. His hand braced against a nearby wall as he moved onwards, brick underneath giving way and crumbling to the debris-laden ground. The whole city center was unstable at this point. One of the villains had a devastating quirk that released a massive force wave, leveling everything in its path and forcing back any opposing heroes for miles.

Midoriya picked up his pace as he counted out the seconds. “30 seconds left… All I have to do is get within the small radius surrounding the villain that’s not affected by their quirk before they’ve recuperated enough to send out another wave. From there I should be able to incapacitate the one that causes the pressure waves. That should allow the others to be able to get the rest of the civilians to safety and come to help me with the rest of the group. I hope...” Deku didn’t have time to think of any other options. It was risky, but it was the best plan they had.

As he trudged through the destroyed city, his mind mulled over the villains further. They were a small band of villains, names that had never even made it to the local news – how they hadn’t yet was beyond him. So far, they all seemed to possess quirks that wreaked complete chaos on the city, casualties piling up faster than the heroes could react.

Distantly, Midoriya could hear the sound of Iida shouting evacuation instructions to all the heroes on sight. Everyone but Deku was focused on rescue and damage control. Midoriya’s was the most combat-compatible quirk they had at their disposal, so he was their best shot. Normally, all of the “Big Three” would be called for combat-heavy issues such as this, but Bakugo and Todoroki had been requested to attend a hero conference in North America. Under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t have been a problem. These weren’t normal circumstances.

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P(RE)-ORDERS FOR TEOU: KLANCE EDITION ARE NOW OPEN

This is a preview of my piece for This and Every Other Universe: Klance edition zine! I had such a wonderful time in this zine and al the creators and mods deserve love and support for their hard work!

This zine ran into some problems with the first run of pre-orders, info about which can be found here. But now everything is sorted so if you didn’t have a chance to get a zine last time, here’s your chance!

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P(RE)-ORDERS FOR TEOU: SHANCE EDITION ARE NOW OPEN

This is a preview of my piece for This and Every Other Universe: Shance edition zine! This zine was such a lovely experience and everyone who was a part of it worked so hard for the final product!

During the original pre-orders, the zine ran into a few problems, info about which can be found here. But now everything is sorted out and they have opened pre-orders once more - with the cute little pun of p(re)-orders! If you didn’t get a shance to grab a copy of the zine the first time, make sure ya do now!

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And here is my preview for the This and Every Other Universe: Klance Edition zine! I actually got to do a bit of a silly scene in this one, which was a fun change for me! More previews, pre-order lings, and other ship editions can be found over at @vld-au-zinecollection

Once again, thank you so much @tomminowrites for this stunning edit!

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Klance & Friends Zine Preview

So we’re coming to the end of the KLF zine and it has been absolutely amazing working with everyone and getting to see all the wonderful creations. So here is a preview of my piece that I got to collab on with the amazing @artemiashrimp - you should absolutely go check them out, they are an amazing person and a stellar artist, I’m so glad I got to collab with them. So without further ado, here is my preview for the @klanceandfriendszine

Keith instinctively found Lance’s hand, backs thudding together as they turned to each face a row. It was a familiar stance, a safe stance. Keith never worried when he had Lance on the field with him; they were a good team after all.

“Let’s give these wormy assholes a run for their money.” Keith snorted, as only Lance would be making jokes on the battlefield. He squeezed the warm palm clasping his own, both in agreement and assurance: they would get through this.

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Dylan Garity - “Rigged Game”

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Bonding

The room is filled with the gentle hum of music and the chatter of relatives, the smell of holiday baking drifts through the air. Pidge shifts in their seat, tugging at their shirt hem as they watch people mill about. Their eyes dart around the room quickly before slowly inching their hand up to the side of their ribs, adjusting their binder through the thick sweater. Pidge had spent the whole day helping set up for tonight’s party, and the realization that they’ve been binding for almost 11 hours is starting to set in. Their ribcage feels tight.

“Hey there Pidgeon.” Pidge jumps in their seat, head shooting up to find the owner of the voice and the hand on Pidge’s shoulder.

“Matt.” Pidge’s voice sounds strained, even to them.

Matt’s mouth dips downwards as he stares at Pidge carefully, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” Pidge’s response is too quick, too high.

Matt pulls a chair up next to Pidge and flops down, watching Pidge carefully, “C’mon, I know something’s up. You haven’t moved from this chair since family started showing up, you haven’t spoken a word to anyone, you haven’t even tried to go pet anyone’s dogs yet. Which is so not like you.”

Pidge digs their fingers into the material of their pants, shoulders hunched. “I just-” Pidge’s words are cut off abruptly as a second cousin or something of the like walks by. They lower their voice before continuing once more, “I’m afraid of what people will say.”

“What do you mean?” “I mean-” Pidge takes a deep breath, pinching their eyes shut. “I mean, I used to be Katie. But now I’m Pidge, who uses they/them pronouns because I’m “confused about my gender” because no one seems to understand the concept of there being more than two genders despite that on a chromosomal level there are over 30 different combinations of X and Y chromosomes and I’ve been binding for almost 11 hours but I can’t just go and take it off for a bit because mum will get upset that I’m being anti-social and if I explain it to her she’ll just tell me to go without it and-”

“Hey.” Matt reaches out to Pidge’s shoulder once more, “If you need to take your binder off for a bit then go. I’ll tell mum you’re taking a dump or something.” Matt’s smile is goofy and teasing, but it eases some of the anxiety in Pidge’s belly. “And then, when you’ve had a little time, we can make the rounds. Together. And I’ll make sure everyone uses the right name and pronouns for you. And then we can hang out with the dogs once we’ve had our socializing quota for the day. And if anyone says anything at dinner I’ll just kick them under the table and pretend like I was trying to kick you. How’s that sound?”

Pidge lets out a breath they hadn’t realized they were holding. They open their mouth to respond but realize they can’t speak around the lump in their throat. They lean over to Matt and wrap their arms around his shoulders, squeezing. Matt laughs into their hair and hugs Pidge back, patting them only somewhat patronizingly on the head.

Pidge laughs into his shoulder as they speak, “You’re an asshole.”

“Yes but I’m the best asshole.” They both laugh as Pidge jabs Matt in the side, none too gently.

Perhaps, this party won’t be too bad.