LINKDING

<blockquote>After the stresses of being Hutt Space's biggest holostar for a couple octaries, Blorbo the Hutt contemplates retiring to a quiet life of sarlacc bonsai. Set around the same time period as The Mandalorian.</blockquote>

<blockquote>People think Ben is mad, but Ben is the only one who sees Rebecca for what she really is. No would would ever believe him. (In which Rebecca came from the depths and returned to the depths, and definitely isn't human.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>It is thus with great surprise that I read the recent article by Sleazebaggano [9] that argues that Falleen are "reptomammalians" descended from reptiles that acquired mammalian reproductive strategies—including gestation and bearing of live young and production of a nutritious substance from pectoral mammary glands to feed those offspring—via hybridogenesis, i.e., ancestral mating and subsequent hybridization with a mammalian species. (An academic fight about whether Falleen are reptiles or mammals, because I wanted to write fic in the style of a snarky reply letter.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>For Murna, it had been as if she expected to take up an ill-balanced blade that had once slipped and cut her, and found instead a bright and shining dirk that fit her hand as if made for it. Murna and Conory pick up the pieces, after the events of the book.</blockquote>

<blockquote>[A Star Wars fusion, Original Trilogy era.] Imperial Cadet Tybalt Capulet has known since they were children that his cousin Julia carries the Jedi curse just as he does, a secret that would lead to the family's downfall and worse, her death, if the wrong person found out. Unfortunately, Julia has never taken his warnings as seriously as she should have. When lieutenant governor Count Paris visits and takes an interest in young Julia, Tybalt must resort to any distraction he can think of to keep Paris from noticing anything unusual.</blockquote> ➤ sequel: Signal Disruption

<blockquote>Imperial Sanitation Specialist Yaran Avoset discovers a jam in Death Star garbage compactor 3263827. His superior is not amused. Fortunately, a resourceful man can go far in the Imperial Navy. Or, how the Death Star got dianogas. Words by Carmarthen, art by motetus.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Prompt: Parisian dandies accidentally end up at abolishionist meeting - hey, nowhere did it say /what/ they wanted to abolish, could just as well been taxes or outdated laws!</blockquote>

<blockquote>Graduate student Krrra, a member of a spacefaring tentacled race of methane breathers, attends an academic debate on the authorship of the famous play, Rmrreo and Jlljeet, which surely could not have been written by the human refugee Benvolio. Things get a little out of tentacle. Any resemblances to actual anti-Stratfordians, living or dead, may or may not be coincidental, because I'm lazy.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Valjean/Favourite IN ENGLAND</blockquote>

<blockquote>Bobinet and Gardefeu are the WORST Imperial/First Order anythings ever ever.</blockquote> ➤ AMAZING

<blockquote>“I have decided: whoever once again violates the peace will die.” The Prince of Verona keeps his word.</blockquote>

<blockquote>hux and kylo meet porbo the hutt, jr insurance adjuster</blockquote> ➤ sequel to sath's ficlet

➤ Five Advents for the woman who becomes Lady Capulet (mostly gen, with a hint of f/f).

<blockquote>"It's Carthage and there hasn't even been a proper fight, only a whole lot of droning on about honor. If I wanted that I'd ask my father; at least he doesn't do it in verse." Tybalt and Mercutio meet at a very bad play. Words are said, eyelashes batted, and no one gets stabbed (that way...or the other way...yet).</blockquote>

<blockquote>This is entirely Miss M's fault. We were discussing how sleazy proshot Paris in the Hungarian musical would be exactly the kind of person to keep a book ranking all his sexual partners on prowess. That one time I wrote Mercutio Does Verona. This is sort of Paris Does Verona. </blockquote>

<blockquote>Illya and Napoleon go undercover in a drag bar. Illya...tries to cope.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Instead of going to his father's funeral mass, Tybalt picks fights with Montagues.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Paris asks his cousin Mercutio (God knows why) for romantic advice.</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>In his face there is no human pity, no understanding of her pain. If there had been, perhaps she would have hated him less. Elisabeth has sympathy for Death, once, but it's a long journey to get there.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Cosette/Eponine, dragon AU</blockquote> ➤ in which Cosette is a human and Eponine a dragon

<blockquote>Five paths Lady Capulet never took, in short form.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It wasn't right for a girl to have a wolf, they said, not for a normal girl. There was something queer about a girl with a wolf, not quite natural. Certainly it wouldn't do at all for a girl to be seen in society with a wolf at her side, like some kind of heathen foreigner, or worse—an American! In smaller towns, they might put down a girl's wolf the very day of imprinting, before the bond had a chance to settle. A few days of sickness, fever and an upset stomach, and she'd be all right. She wouldn't even remember, a girl that age. That was what they said. (Rebecca and psychic wolves. Warning: contains a mostly off-screen animal death, for those sensitive to that.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>h/t drcalvin for suggesting a scenario where Tybalt and Romeo meet at the funeral of one or both of their fathers. I hope this stands alone as a self-contained beginning, although it could easily be the beginning of a divergence AU where (I hope) nobody dies.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"Orange blossoms for a bride," the girl said in accented French, offering Cosette a handful of fragrant white flowers. She wore white, a funny old-fashioned dress like she was going to a costume party—although it was not yet noon—and her hair tumbled over her shoulders in loose brown curls. Before she could give her thanks, Marius called to her from across the square; when she turned back, the Italian girl was gone, as if she had never been there at all.</blockquote> ➤ the quoted text is the entirety of the fic (it's a three-sentence-fic prompt result) but aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh so good

➤ does what it says on the tin

<blockquote>I’m not sure this is pairing fic or breathplay, melannen, but uh, here it is. Warnings for…violence and strangulation and Montparnasse, I guess….</blockquote> ➤ yessssssssssss

<blockquote>Hi melannen! So while I was trying to research this I actually…kind of came to the conclusion that Haussmann did not actually deserve to be eaten by sewer dinosaurs, but I wrote it anyway. Sorry it’s not very pastiche-y.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Montparnasse had some time ago ceased listening to the old man, his words no different to her ears from those of the smug bourgeoisie who would have her toil to her death in miserable respectability, married to the sort of man who drank too much and struck his wife when he did, all her beauty lost to the needle and the washrooms. The same bourgeoisie who would spit on her if she took up that other trade for girls who grew up in the gutter, spit on her and then offer her a few sous in trade. No; idleness suited her far better. And if the price of her idleness was a few more bodies in the Père-Lachaise, what did it matter?</blockquote>

<blockquote>All afternoon the breeze had snatched at Fantine’s thick blond hair, so that she had to pause every so often and pin up the coils as they slid free of her comb, laughing, her lower lip caught by her little white teeth. It was very charming the first time, and the second, and Dahlia spared a moment to feel a little envious that her own hair was so much better-behaved.</blockquote> ➤ "how do you grisette?" this is how aaaahhhhhh