1980-1983
henry & alex + oh shit i'm in love with him
okay my luvs i know y'all are not gonna want to miss the amazingness that is @sparklepocalypse & @orchidscript's collab of the year
in case ya don't know yet know what i'm talking about
and cuz i'm a listen to music when i read girlie (or well do anything really) i come bearing a playlist (or two) for ur enjoyment while ya devour the deliciousness that is this story
so i present to you the main playlist (perfectly timed for something)
and the bonus tracks cuz well i had a lot of music and feels for this
SO, GO FORTH AND READ THEIR AMAZING WORDS AND MAYBE HAVE A LISTEN
📢The first story to emerge from my collab with the fabulous and talented @orchidscript, SparkleScript Do Emotional Damage, is now COMPLETE and safe to marathon!
by @orchidscript and @sparklepocalypse M | 47,460 words | Alex/Henry | movie and bookverse, smooshed
Inspired by @solifelessblog's movie!Alex-book!Henry-Alex hug art and betaed by the wonderful @onthewaytosomewhere and @ad-astra13
There’s a man in Henry’s bedroom. That, itself, isn’t noteworthy. He’s become rather proficient at smuggling men in and out of his room at Kensington Palace and his first-year flat at Oxford. It’s not even especially noteworthy that the man is quite arresting. For better or worse, Henry’s title and reputation tend to help him pull gorgeous men with somewhat astonishing frequency. This man is, of course, particularly gorgeous. He’s tall, with olive skin, dark hair, and a bone structure that would send the old masters into a frenzy of pigments, linseed oil, and canvas. But, perhaps, the most noteworthy thing is that the man in Henry’s bedroom is quickly and awkwardly wiping his eyes with the backs of his hands. That he seems just as surprised to see Henry as Henry is to see him.
Or, the handwavey, time-travelly, astral-projectiony, canon-smooshy AU nobody asked for, but we're giving it to you anyway.
i’m burning the candle at ends you’ve never heard of
1-2-3-4-5 Fic Game? Sure!
Fuck it, we ball, as the youths say -- thanks to @alasse9 and @porcelainmortal for the tags!
I filtered this by RWRB only, because the stuff that I'd posted prior to RWRB was from at least a decade ago and I have no idea what sort of quality Past Mags was putting into their writing.
most hits: Y'all are still some horny motherfuckers, because my breeding kink fic from Kinktober 2023, What's Symbiotic Will Always Be, is now sitting at over 30,000 hits.
second-most kudos: One of my favorite things I've ever written, AKA the week-long power outage fever dream, Be Worthy Love, and Love Will Come, with 1800+ kudos.
third-most comment threads: This one also goes to Be Worthy Love, and Love Will Come, with a neato palindrome of 212 comment threads.
fourth-most bookmarks: My beloved omegaverse AU, Late Bloomer, with 660 bookmarks.
fifth-most words: My most recent work, AKA the time-hopping/magical handwaving, canon-smooshing collab with the fabulous and talented and generally awesome @orchidscript, The Drum Beats Out of Time -- but as a caveat, this is going to be bumped to third-most words after the second half is posted this weekend.
fewest words: The morning after installment in my sex pollen series from Kinktober 2023, Got So Much to Show Ya.
I'm not super active on Tumblr currently so I have no idea who's really around, but if you see this post and you wanna do it, open tag for you, in particular.
What they don’t tell you about speaking multiple languages is that your brain does not in fact have a box labeled Spanish and another one labeled German. Instead it has a box labeled “Not English” and sometimes when you’re talking or writing in one of the languages you speak it will just start pulling random words from that box.
tangled gave us so much, but mostly it gave us the beautiful and intense love of a horse and the man he is chasing in order to imprison
i personally believe that maximus was the former captain of the guard who was cursed into horse form pretty recently, and everyone’s having trouble adjusting to it.
like, he’s entitled to sick leave, he really ought to take a couple months to break the curse and come to terms with whatever the fuck just happened to him, but instead of embarking on a journey of self-discovery and healing he just keeps showing up to work. no one can get captain maximus to go on his fucking voyage of self actualization and fix the curse because he’s obsessed with catching flinn ryder. everyone really fucking hopes that when he finally catches this guy the curse might be broken anyway, but it isn’t.
he just keeps showing up to work. he glares at the stablehands until they saddle him up. everyone’s gone over the regulations a dozen times but there’s nothing there saying you’re not allowed to saddle and ride the captain of the guard if he makes you do it. his former second in command rides him around like ‘sir i really don’t know about this’ and he’s just like ‘are we going to catch some criminals or what.’
you can see in the movie that everyone in the royal guard defers to this horse. it’s absolutely because that’s their boss. and secondarily because now he’s two thousand pounds of percheron.
there is no evidence against this theory and you cannot prove me wrong.
Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.
Movie!Alex and Book!Alex + a Henry
Please reblog, don’t repost :)
Hey hi, so this art piece definitely spawned a multi-hour Discord writing riff (and you know I love a good riff) between myself and @orchidscript, which has now become the first installment in an eventual series that we're affectionately dubbing SparkleScript Do Emotional Damage, as an homage to the OG RWRB fic writing duo, @clottedcreamfudge and @dumbpeachjuice. The prologue is now up!
There’s a man in Henry’s bedroom. That, itself, isn’t noteworthy. He’s become rather proficient at smuggling men in and out of his room at Kensington Palace and his first-year flat at Oxford. It’s not even especially noteworthy that the man is quite arresting. For better or worse, Henry’s title and reputation tend to help him pull gorgeous men with somewhat astonishing frequency. This man is, of course, particularly gorgeous. He’s tall, with olive skin, dark hair, and a bone structure that would send the old masters into a frenzy of pigments, linseed oil, and canvas. But, perhaps, the most noteworthy thing is that the man in Henry’s bedroom is quickly and awkwardly wiping his eyes with the backs of his hands. That he seems just as surprised to see Henry as Henry is to see him.
Or, the handwavey, time-travelly, astral-projectiony, canon-smooshy AU nobody asked for, but we're giving it to you anyway.
📢Part One is now up! It features eight scenes in Henry's life from his Oxford Slut Phase to Melbourne, with a pit stop in Rio. Why? Because we smooshed the canons together, obviously.
Please be sure to review the trigger warnings in advance -- @orchidscript and I don't pull our punches (hence the series name).
RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE (2023)
Theme this month for creature club is plains habitats! Each package comes with an American Bison postcard, and three mystery plains animal stickers with species fact cards.
Support me on ko-fi by April 1st for this month's mail - or if you can't but you like the creatures, reblogs really help me out! :-)
Movie!Alex and Book!Alex + a Henry
Please reblog, don’t repost :)
Hey hi, so this art piece definitely spawned a multi-hour Discord writing riff (and you know I love a good riff) between myself and @orchidscript, which has now become the first installment in an eventual series that we're affectionately dubbing SparkleScript Do Emotional Damage, as an homage to the OG RWRB fic writing duo, @clottedcreamfudge and @dumbpeachjuice. The prologue is now up!
There’s a man in Henry’s bedroom. That, itself, isn’t noteworthy. He’s become rather proficient at smuggling men in and out of his room at Kensington Palace and his first-year flat at Oxford. It’s not even especially noteworthy that the man is quite arresting. For better or worse, Henry’s title and reputation tend to help him pull gorgeous men with somewhat astonishing frequency. This man is, of course, particularly gorgeous. He’s tall, with olive skin, dark hair, and a bone structure that would send the old masters into a frenzy of pigments, linseed oil, and canvas. But, perhaps, the most noteworthy thing is that the man in Henry’s bedroom is quickly and awkwardly wiping his eyes with the backs of his hands. That he seems just as surprised to see Henry as Henry is to see him.
Or, the handwavey, time-travelly, astral-projectiony, canon-smooshy AU nobody asked for, but we're giving it to you anyway.
Come back, I have to tell you the plot of a fic I’ll never write and get you excited about it so we can all be disappointed with me later