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Rex's fic blog

@rexila-rites / rexila-rites.tumblr.com

just so anyone looking for fics or updates can get 'em without wading through a ton of posts. also hi I am an adult, ambivalent about gender, they/them is fine, I write what i can, might put doodles here too ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ (you can even send me an ask about my fics too if you'd like!)

Hello and welcome to my fic tumblr or whatever this is!

I currently have two major fics on the go:

a fic based on the Clock 0ut series of animations. Updates about once a month. IN PROGRESS again, no eta on chapters yet.

The unthinkable happened. Stanley was in the control room, the clock was in his hand and in a swift motion he brought it down-
And the Narrator woke up bound to a chair in a strange, glitching room. He was (for want of a better phrase) missing time, and the only way to get it back was to trust his former project with his mind.
Why the hell would he do that?

Aka Superthieves AU, Stanley and Narrator are more based on their Clock 0ut incarnations than TSP, however I ended up including a lot of TSP elements anyway like Curator my beloved. Updates whenever I have chapters for it, minimum once a month but often more. Heed the tags and author notes! VOLUME ONE COMPLETE! VOLUME 2 OUT NOW!

If you have super powers, why not don a mask and cause some trouble? Unfortunately, Stanley robbed the wrong museum, and now he's being put to work in the 'Special Acquisitions' department, stealing objects of great importance or power from private collectors and bringing them back to the safety and security of his new employer's museum. Narrator has been trying to quit this type of work for years now, and yet, here he is. He's here to support and train the reckless new agent, and good god he already needs a raise.

Also be sure to check out the unabridged Superthieves Series for side stories and missing scenes:

old ghosts - by caret

A missing scene that takes place after Chapter 8 (Kick the Bucket Part 3), some aftermath of Stanley's encounter with the bucket demon.

takes place after Chapter 17 (And They Were Roommates), straight up pre-slash fluff of Narrator and Stanley getting the hang of sharing a living space. Includes art by calwasfound!

Sometimes a song really speaks to you. Sometimes, theyโ€™re totally unrelated but are just fun and cathartic to sing. Sometimes, theyโ€™re vessels for painful memories. But just because a memory is painful, doesnโ€™t mean you want to let it slide. Today's a very important day.
Or: Narrator dissociates in a Karaoke booth for 2 hours.

Related fics/crossovers/etc:

This Belongs In A Soulmate AU! - crossover fic by Gem_Alawas showing the Superthieves boys in the world of An Awful Game of Cat and Mouse!

Unofficial Superthieves Fanfiction

Yep!! Some of my cool talented friends wrote Superthieves fanfiction?? And i thought a collection might be easier for that!

unfortunately i do love pompous and pretentious characters. โ˜๏ธ WHO get their asses handed to them this is pivotal to my enjoyment of them

if theres a pompous/pretentious character who never gets thrown around like a gross rag, or they never have some ego breaking event happen to them then whats the fucking point

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In superhero settings that lack a single, unified rationale for super powers, I've gotta believe speculating that so-and-so must have powers from something there just isn't a test for yet would be a going concern. People on the Internet micro-analysing every mildly unusual event for "evidence" of undiagnosed superheroism like Tumblr users trying to Sherlock Holmes whether an artist is using AI.

bad guy: *lowering me into a pit of piranhas*

me: just so you know that pool is not big enough for them at all and they also don't have any foliage to hide within in order to feel safe and by the way you obviously haven't been feeding them enough if they're ready to rend the flesh from my bone, the water looks scummy, and your pulley system looks extremely unsafe and none of your goons are wearing PPE despite the jagged spikes and open leaky pipes and-

bad guy: *frantically lowering the crank faster* please just die

i love you mirror versions i love you possession i love you cloning i love you simulacrums i love you shadow selves i love you digital copies of a mind i love you alternate timeline versions i love you tropes that play with identity and what it means to be a certain person

addendums being made for no particular reason:

  1. people who are 100% identical on every level by complete and total coincidence
  2. people who inserted someone else's memories into their head for the ultimate form of identity fraud

thank you for your time

โ€œWriting is so fun,โ€ I say, as I:

  • Rewrite the same sentence six times.
  • Cut a line I loved for "flow" and immediately wish I found a way to make it fit instead.
  • Sit motionless for twelve minutes trying to decide whether I should use commas or em-dashes for one particular phrase.
  • Get distracted imagining a scene four chapters ahead that has nothing to do with the current plot.
  • Change one word and feel like I just altered the fate of humanity.
  • Re-read my own dialogue and debate whether itโ€™s good or if it will make people give up on the fanfic instead.
  • Delete an entire paragraph because it didnโ€™t feel right.
  • Spend twenty minutes choosing between โ€œsaid,โ€ โ€œasked,โ€ โ€œmurmured,โ€ or โ€œwhispered,โ€ as if it will alter the timeline.
  • Get emotionally attached to a metaphor no one else will even notice.
  • Write one (1) good line and convince myself I deserve a national award.
  • Leave a comment for myself in the draft like:ย โ€œFix This Crapโ€ย and then never fix it.
  • Realize I cannot explain how time works. Was that scene three minutes or three hours? Unclear.
  • Pause mid-sentence to stare at the wall and question my life choices.
  • Get so overwhelmed I close the page and proceed to feel guilty about it for three days.
  • Threaten to delete everything and start over. Again. For the seventh time this week.
  • Post it anyway. Obsessively check stats like my life depends on it.

anyway in the hopes that i can save just one person from living the horror of my 20s: if you have a friend that seems a little too invested in callouts i hope you can get out of there safely

it's so easy to think to yourself "i don't have anything to hide, what do i have to worry about?" but having morals and generally doing your best not to hurt anyone will not save you. you can never be good or pure enough for these people. the target is constantly shifting and if they cannot find dirt on you they will change gears and tighten the circle of acceptable behaviors until you fit their new description of a threat. you are fully disposable to them and they are waiting to take the shot. don't confront them, don't give them the opportunity to darvo you. just hit the bricks ๐Ÿ‘ the peace will be worth it

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