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Instructions for those who have relocated in space, time and/or genitalia, by Jang Bong Hwan by halotolerant (Cheoljong/Jang Bong Hwan)

#f:mrqueen #n:epistolary #n:trans #n:yuletide #n:♥ #p:cheoljong/jangbonghwan #t:fic | OK, what I’ve just realised is: I’m not the only one this can ever have happened to, right? I mean, if swapping bodies through time and space like this is a Thing, then surely it can’t only be me and poor old Kim So Yong who ever aligned just the right way to trigger it? So, I’ve decided to write all this down in case maybe someone finds it and it’s useful. You know how in science fiction and fantasy dramas in like the second act the hot geeky member of the team will be like ‘Oh, I went into the archive and found this document that conveniently explains all the plot events so far and tells us what to do next’? This will be that document. You’re welcome, hot geek.

8 months ago ∞ | View Shared by zeiat

IRIS Log #1548 by deadchannelradio (gen)

#c:gen #ch:barbara #ch:bruce #ch:cass #ch:damian #ch:dick #ch:jason #ch:roy #ch:steph #ch:tim #f:dcu #n:epistolary #n:♥ #t:fic | A Disclaimer From Your Friendly Neighborhood Oracle: The following is a transcript of Patrol Communications Audio written by state of the art transcription technology, IRIS (Interpretation of Recorded Intelligence Software). IRIS was created to provide easily searchable records, automatically, and eliminate the need to transcribe each patrol audio log manually. That being said, IRIS is still experimental, and may not always be entirely accurate.

(01:25) Red Hood: (Mild static) (Out of breath, slurred) You motherfuckers. Put some fuckin-

(01:25) Batman: (Shaking) Red Hood-

(01:25) Red Hood: Shut up. Put some fucking respect. On my name. Start fucking copying me. I just got thrown fucking. Um. 40 feet. Into a fucking uh. What's it. Ditch. I'm still fucking conscious.

(01:25) Batman: Red Hood, do not move, we're en route-

(01:25) Red Hood: What'll I win if I stand up.

(01:25) Batman: (Loud) Do not stand up.

9 months ago ∞ | View Shared by zeiat

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this diary belongs to Clementine Kesh by meowclops (gen)

#c:gen #ch:clem #f:fatt #f:pzn #n:♥ #t:fic | Dear Diary, I thought she was going to kiss me when I put my head on her shoulder. She didn’t. And I’m glad she didn’t. I don’t want to be kissed by anyone. Clementine

10 months ago ∞ | View Shared by zeiat

just close enough to feel far away by meowclops (Clem/Perennial, Motion/Perennial)

#c:f/f #f:fatt #f:pzn #n:kink #n:♥ #p:clem/perennial #p:motion/perennial #t:fic | “Some gods reward their patrons,” Clementine whined.

10 months ago ∞ | View Shared by zeiat

The Roots Grow Riotous by hansbekhart (LWJ/WWX)

#c:m/m #f:mdzs #n:au #n:♥ #p:lwj/wwx #t:fic | Sometimes Lan Zhan doesn’t work through lunch. Sometimes he makes conversation with coworkers in the halls. Sometimes he goes home instead of spending the last hour trawling through Grindr. But mostly, that’s exactly what he does. The sameness is comforting. His life spools out in easily measured increments: capsule collections, yards of hand dyed textiles, ninety day lead times, sell through figures, cost of goods sold. Every date in manufacturing can be calculated backwards and forward from a single horizon point: the date that the goods must arrive into the country where they'll be sold. Other than that, nothing else really matters.