zoo wee mama

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intro post!!

my name is max! i write (mostly hermitcraft/life series) fics on ao3, @ zonesco!

this account is pretty much just for me to ramble about aus, post little writing snippets to stop me from exploding, and link fics!

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im still working on whumptober i prommie!! life got busy but WE'LL GET THERE

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i LOOVE writing arguments

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i got really insane about mlb as soon as i started working on whumptober again btw

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i made a silly table showing the fandom distribution of my whumptober fics/fic plans :3

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no whumptober fic from me today, sorry!! i’ll be away for a little bit now, most likely i’ll finish whumptober in november.

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WHUMPTOBER DAY 10! plus, today is the debut of my prince scar/seer grian au!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“What the…?” Scar mumbles, eyebrows furrow confusedly. He leans down toward the button, staring blankly at the tiny, circular indent in the wall. What is that? Why is it here, in his gardening-supply closet, of all places? - or; prince scar discovers a secret door in the palace, hidden carefully in the wall of his gardening closet. he can't resist the temptation to explore.

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WE'RE BACK BABY! DAY 8!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Like a bolt of lightning– an idea strikes him. A terrifying, violating, disgusting idea. It can’t be true, it can’t… But Grian cannot think of anything else. He– he sold all of his electronics when he left the cult, scraping together anything that he could to support his escape. Grian took nothing but his personal documents, stolen carefully from the leaders’ office, and the clothes on his back. Then, once he forked over nearly all of his cash and landed in America, he got rid of those too. If the Watchers found him anyway, then... There is a tracking device attached to his person. There is something unsafe beneath his skin. He needs to cut it out. - or; grian moved in with scar after he escaped a cult and fled the country. scar leaves him alone for the first time since they met, and grian gets the bright idea that there is a tracker hidden underneath his skin. what option is there for him, other than cutting it out?

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i. forgot to post fic here yesterday

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ill do it later

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i. forgot to post fic here yesterday

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DAY! 6! LETS! GO!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“Wait! Wait- wait, please–” Grian reaches out, finally falling away from his place against Scar’s wall. “Let me explain, let me–” Scar can’t be sure what causes it – whether it’s the dizzying bitterness of their scents or the shame that he feels as an alpha, betraying something as sacred as a mating mark – but something inside of him snaps. “Explain what, Grian? That you’ve made me into the moron that’s cheating with you?!” - or; as they are about to spend the night together, scar learns that grian is already spoken for. understandably, he gets a little upset

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sneaky peek of tonights whumptober fic!!!!

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WHUMPTOBER 4! this time grian and mumbo get kidnapped and suffer together.. codependent favs

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“Stay still,” the stranger hisses, fighting to capture both of Mumbo's wrists in just one hand. It takes a moment of struggle, of back-and-forth as both parties refuse to back down, but eventually the stranger manages to pin Mumbo’s arms between their bodies, and he is left defenceless. He can see the shimmer of a potion on the end of their gloved fingertip, and Mumbo shakes in horror as they swipe it behind his pointed ear. Drowsiness quickly begins to floor his system. "See you when you wake up," they whisper mockingly. The sight of Grian going limp at the other end of the alley is the last thing that Mumbo sees before the world fades to black. - or; out on an ordinary shopping trip, mumbo and grian are kidnapped by a trio of hybrid traffickers. predictably, this is a very, very bad turn of events.

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littol snippet from whumptober fic tonight >:) everyone cheer its GRUMBO

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WHUMPTOBER DAY 3! have some mumbo suffering :3

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“If you could just send me an RSVP as soon as possible, that would be great,” Mumbo explained, gesturing to the invitation in Pearl’s hand. “I need to figure out how many seats you save, you know the drill.” “And–” Pearl is paler than any person should be. Her freckles stand out like splashes of ink against her paper white skin, that usual rosy cheer drained from her face. “And, this is an invite for what, exactly?” “My funeral, of course!” - or; mumbo is dying. to cope with this, he plans his own funeral. in the process, he finds out that maybe he is not quite as chill and good with death as he thinks he is.

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u are not ready for the absolute ANGST FEAST i have prepared for tonight…….

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WHUMPTOBER DAY 2!! ok i didnt forget to post today, good. that was a genuine concern

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“I’m not going with you,” Grian growls dangerously at the Watcher before him, planting his feet in the sand. “Never, you can’t make–” “You will come home.” The Watcher booms. “You will, or we’ll never stop playing. You will play our games for eternity, over and over.” They grin, something sharp and pleased. A razor's edge balanced carefully on their lips, as if they have already won. The Watcher raises a hand. “You, and your little friends.” - or; grian has a decision to make at the end of third life. no one said that it would be easy.