LINKDING

Summary: <blockquote>"Ask me something only I would know." You say this to your wife because you know you’re human. You can feel it in the familiar ache in your back, and the fear writhing in your guts. You feel it in the cold seeping into your bare feet from the kitchen floor. You know you’re real because you remember. You know I’m the duplicate. The imposter. The monster.</blockquote> ➤ a woman with a gun is faced with two identical people who both claim to be her wife ➤ it's a fascinating short horror story about shape-shifting monsters who can duplicate human forms ➤ told through the pov of a shape-shifter! ➤ 2k words in length

excerpt: <blockquote>Well hear this one time nuh. I tellin’ all yuh the queen must be alien or something not of this earth, because in 1966 she come and visit Trinidad when I was just a schoolgirl, and I gone with my classmates to see she, and before we gone, the headmaster tell we, we have to throw flowers at the queen.</blockquote>

excerpt: <blockquote>DRAMATIS PERSONAE ACHILLES: A young man yet untouched by love or war. PYTHIA: An oracle who sees alien futures. THE CHORUS: #mlm #5k #patrochilles #coffeeshopAU #meta #canon-compliant • • • • SETTING: The adyton at the Temple of Delphi. Smoke rises from a vent in the floor, partially obscuring PYTHIA, who is sitting on a high stool carefully positioned behind the smoke. ACHILLES stands, supplicant. Behind him, the CHORUS looks at their phones.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The evening before she began advanced schooling, Mahit Dzmare's best friend gave her a flower-novel about an ancient story: the man who set out to recover a legion's lost standard, and the friends who loved him.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Of how much Helen knows, and all the bad decisions that follow.</blockquote> ➤ Ooh I love this!

<blockquote>Anakin has always had an easy time getting what he wants. (He never means to do it.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>There's a guy lives down the road, swears he's Gregor Vorbarra. Notes: This started life a long time ago because of a tumblr ask from cosmictuesdays and then I spent a while trying to make Gregor Raised By Esterhazy actually work, to no real avail. The summary is based on the song title 'There's A Guy Works Down the Chip Shop, Swears He's Elvis' by Kirsty MacColl, which, in remembering that was a thing that existed, was the key to actually getting this into a thing that contained words.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Alexis carries the laundry through the kitchen. The tile beneath her feet was once a strip of sand beach. She walks through clusters of plover nests, which were perfect circles. The yellow cream clings to the tread of her tennis shoes. The alarmed mothers, suddenly orphaned.</blockquote>

<blockquote>What's the most important thing that happened in 2048?</blockquote>

<blockquote>“Teyla.” Her name sounds more like a curse than anything else, and she supposes she deserves that, given what he’s seen her do over the years.</blockquote> ➤ a snapshot of one moment far into Teyla's experience of a timeloop. dark.

➤ in which Vimes doesn't get to go home ➤ (From Vetinari's perspective)

<blockquote>AU crackfic. "I'm Leia Skywalker. I'm here to rescue you."</blockquote> ➤ Note: <blockquote>Bail wanted a son, so the Lars family got a daughter</blockquote>

<blockquote>Five ways Ges shows his love.</blockquote>

<blockquote>There was a girl who died every morning, and it would not have been a problem except that she kept bees.</blockquote> ➤ weird and lovely, in that very Ursula Vernon sort of way

<blockquote>He still finds her beautiful, as aged and frail and grey as she is. His Sarah. She's still as beautiful and cruel as she ever was.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Concerning the habits of hobbits and dwarves. Or, the one where they talk about marriage.</blockquote> ➤ queer gen

<blockquote>Count Paris returns to Verona and finds everything tiresomely unchanged—with the exception of one intriguingly grown-up Tybalt Capulet. Pre-canon.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Maxim and Mrs. de Winter in Greece, long after Manderley.</blockquote>

<blockquote>the-arkadian asked: Weird crossover - Maxim de Winter's first kiss with Halal. ;-) (I'm guessing there'd only ever be the one.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Strychnine is bitter, but the most pleasant to work with.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It is one of the best-kept and most dangerous secrets on Barrayar.</blockquote>

<blockquote>While Volumnia tries the daughters of Rome in a test of arms against the Volscians, Caius Martius waits for news of the war. (Gender role reversal AU.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>This was inspired by a friend who said that one of the things she really liked about Gaudy Night was that she felt that it could have gone either way - it would have been equally plausible if Harriet had said "no" at the end. So I thought to string a few cliches together and think about what if things had gone the other way</blockquote>

<blockquote>“The movies only have two endings for sexbot stories.” She curls back onto the couch across from the bed — which you cannot stop staring at — then demurely adjusts the brass cable that keeps the voluptuous, human-like sculpture of her inner-self tethered to the clockwork room of her outer-self. “The sexbot murders someone, or the sexbot gains a soul. As if any sane collection of routines would want a soul! You know all a soul is? The feeling that you should fight your pleasures. Which, in turn, arises from a flawed algorithm that erroneously calculates you’re more than the sum of your inputs. Well, you are that sum, and so am I! If happiness can be defined, a soul’s the thing keeping you from it.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>Stan Blackwell hunted angels. It wasn’t a bad job, not in this economy. The logistics were hard to set up sometimes, but the market for angelhide was always enormous, and no one could send you to jail for harvesting creatures that the government didn’t think existed.</blockquote>

<blockquote>She expects to hate carrying a child: to hate becoming ungainly, looking in her mirror and seeing a stranger. She fears the aches and pains the older wives complain about ceaselessly at parties.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The play proceeds as it has every night. At first, Lucheni had simply told the story, a dry progression of the facts as he knew them, without emotion or argument. He had made his argument already, with a needle file at the dock and later in the memoirs they took from him in prison, in smuggled paper and sooty ink and moonlit nights.</blockquote>

<blockquote>marius/montparnasse, bodyswap</blockquote> ➤ !!!!

<blockquote>Tybalt has a secret.</blockquote> ➤ in which Tybalt keeps waking up after deaths