I know someone asked a while back for Swagdoons/scam duo fics, but I read all of those so, got anymore? (Please I crave Swagdoons content and I’m incapable of finding good fics on my own)
omg my fav thing ever.,...reccing fics.,...dw anon i got u! ^^
anyways same rules apply as last time: i'll provide a quick synopsis, any warning tags, and the relationship nature of the fic ^_^ if any of the fics arent your thing/the cws are too much, you're free to skip em! (also if ur a fic author please don't take any of this personally this is just personal preference <3)
anyways preamble over. swagdoons fic recs 2: electric boogalogo!
Falling doesn’t feel so bad when I know you’re falling this way too by Scared_Rodent
one of the older ones that i think slap <3 banshee!ash entering god!red's realm. absolutely love the desolate aesthetic paired with how. standoff-ish both of them are Despite having a clear place in their heart for the other. this is romantic, but there's no real flirting or kissing or anything, just complicated vibes <3
cws for: a personified version of death and discussions of death (there's no character death, though)
No one has to know by 13001
royalty au red and ash, with both of them being princes from different kingdoms with political tension going on right now. they flirt for a bit before confessing that they like each other, and that no one has to know about their relationship (ba dum tss). this fic is nice and short and is romantic with flirting and kissing scenes
cws for: mentions of political tensions and potentially going to war
bleeding out in your bathtub by Anonymous/np13
a marble hornets au with ash and red. no marble hornets knowledge is needed to read this, and it's mostly ash and red trying to survive in an apartment together <3 very much "awh shit this place is haunted and we only have each other to trust (but we're still assholes towards each other)" vibes. this fic can be read either platonically or romantically, with the whole "i can only trust you in this world" thing going on
cws for: absence seizures, getting stalked, and heavy sleep deprivation from paranoia
overdosed on sugar and holiday high by Anonymous
coffee shop au! ash is a cashier and red is a little shit of a customer and they have fun banter <3 it's a christmas fic too, so that's fun! even despite the insults and whatnot they care abt each other and its very sweet <3 this fic can be read either platonically or romantically, and there's no hardcore flirting or kissing
cws for: none that i can think of
if you were a waiting room i would never see the doctor (i would sit there with my first aid kit and bleed) by treacherouna
vague lifesteal au where ash gets jumped during battle, red finds him at ash's base, and helps to bandage ash up <3 v tender that's juxtaposed with them dancing around their feelings <3 this fic is romantic, although it doesn't go much beyond physical contact
cws for: injury/pain, bandaging wounds, and also ash is shirtless but it isn't sexual or anything so (plus its just for being able to bandage stuff easier)
hold me close (and hope that they dont see my face) by rayius
a genshin impact au! red is a lawyer and he and ash talk about legal trouble ash is in <3 0 genshin knowledge is needed and its fun banter! this fic is platonic
cws for: legal issues and mentions of witnessing a stabbing
efficiency! efficiency! the call of perfection by Anonymous
a fun ficlet of red and ash being hyper obsessed with their trash factory in seaclean <3 very them vibes with Capitalism Flavoring. this fic is platonic
cws for: overworking/obsession with progress
Pretty Things by ros_is_writing
a cute fluff fic of red trying on earings and hanging out with ash <3 this one is full of good vibes and v soft. this fic is romantic and includes kissing
cws for: none that i can think of
gather stones together by Felix_J
a soulmates au fic of ash and red. it has an unconventional soulmates dynamic and the Way their emotions are explored is soooo. i have so many brain worms abt this fic. man. this fic is romantic with kissing and lots of flirting
cws for: smoking/cigarettes and like 1 mention of sex
and now some fics that aren't swagdoons centric but that i think are nice anyways ^_^
after closing time by cherubium
a fun casino quartet (ash, branzy, clown and red) fic of them working at a casino w lots of fun banter! this fic can be read either platonically or romantically
cws for: alcohol/drinking
digital in reciprocation by Anonymous
ok i'm going to be real ash and red only interact for like 1 chapter but in the chapter they Do appear in, they have a fun rival thing going on ^_^ anyways this is is a highschool clownzy-centric fic where branzy gets blackmailed by clown for his revenge plot. this fic is romantic, but for clownzy and not swagdoons
cws for: someone setting themselves on fire, suicide, blackmail, cybercrime, and doxxing
also swagdoons week is happening right now! if you want content of them, i recommend checking out the ao3 collection and browsing for fics that catch ur interest! ^_^ happy reading and stay safe! :D (also here's the other fic rec list i made for them, enjoy!)
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watching the most recent episode of neverafter and ylfa's scene is destroying me. the wolf showing up... like a monument, something so much older than anything alive... literally subheaded as the ending of the story. and yet it doesn't end... pages of pages of them standing there. days of a little girl waiting to be eaten by a monument of a wolf who does not get out of the bed. the violin shrieks. this story of ylfa went really, really wrong.
for DAYS they are stuck there and yet she has an inkling of what is meant to happen and so she stays. until she is shaking and crying with hunger and thirst and yet the wolf still sits there regarding her. something has gone terribly wrong. SOMETHING HAS GONE TERRIBLY WRONG.
the wolf... like a monument (i cannot get over that wording)... he waits with her. and he is patient. waiting for what? seeing if she will break out of the story? seeing what she will do? and finally he tells her to kill him. to release them both to save herself. "I'm just a little girl, and a nice one at that!" something will go is going has gone terribly wrong.
"this is not my place to even have any part in" she is never the one who lifts the axe, who does the act. she is always in the stomach. she is always little red riding hood. something happens to her and it has to happen to her because it has always happened to her. and the woodsman always comes to cut her out. to kill the big bad wolf.
and she waits and waits and waits. for the woodsman to come. she has nothing to be saved from because nothing has HAPPENED yet and still she waits for the woodsman to come. because she has no agency. because these events have always happened TO her. she waits until her personality is gone and she is just hunger. and that's when she picks up the axe.
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They’ve been like this for a while now. The Guardian gets hurt, Ghost scolds them, and they feel guilty for burdening him; for dragging him down with them, and being why he can never go home. They won’t listen when he says they’re his home.
bonk bonk bonk. this is my apology for taking so long on... literally everything else. The Cayde short is actually done now, but wasn't at the time of me finishing this one (which has been done for a few days, I'm just. too lazy lmao) so someone bully me into posting Cayde Hug please
Anyway here is a nice Young Wolf and Ghost short! angst with a side of some beloved bickering <3 they are so stubborn but they are soulmates (platonic), your honor.
[ao3 link]
The statues, twice their size, are caught in poses of combat-ready or investigative, some having tried to run farther down the hall. The blizzard swells and dies out farther down the corridor, leaving the blanket of wisp-soft Void swirling around their steps as mist continues bleeding through the cracks in what was once a battalion of Cabal.
Their arm sways at their side, cold blood squeezing out of shrapnel wounds down the side of their body, the other hand tightly gripping Howl. Ghost materializes to their left, but they stumble forward, stepping towards the frosted over parts of their helmet. There’s a shard of a frag launch splitting down through the eye of it; the orange glow dead.
They plant the tip of the sword on the ground to hold steady as they lower themself over their helmet, Ghost trilling worriedly behind them. The streams of blood begin to reheat, numbness leaving the limb in favor of a boiling pain, and they can feel the soothing chill of Ghost scanning their injuries.
Shakily setting Howl down beside them, they move to pick up the tattered helmet, to be met with an irritated strumming through the Bond. “Guardian, at least hold still long enough for me to heal that arm before you make the bleeding worse,” Ghost sighs out. The Guardian only grumbles, before holding the arm out for a proper scan.
The movement itself makes them tense, resisting the urge to screw their eyes shut against the pins and needles and the accidental twisting of metal scraps still in some wounds. They hiss at the cold air, partially regretting the choice of Void as they all but pour heat out through the shredded armor and skin.
They trace the broken edges of their helmet with their spare hand, rather than watch Ghost knit the skin back together. The feeling of the metal shards being pushed out from the inside as the torn muscle pulls back together makes them nauseous.
No matter how many times they’ve felt it, or woken up from a death to their insides still being patched together, or had to pull themself off of spikes for it to even happen—The nausea always comes back. The frustration of never getting used to something so common in their non-life always comes back.
“Guardian.” Their fingers are bleeding, cut on the broken metal. The edges of their vision swims in and out, and they're not sure if it’s blood loss or the hallucinations again. “Guardian? You’re doing it again.”
They blink, and lower the outstretched arm. The burning feels distant, and the skin is stiff with dried blood, but the wounds feel closed, and the repaired parts of their armor are thinner than the parts that hadn’t been damaged.
He sighs, more irritated—exhausted?—this time. “We’ll need to see Drifter again if we want to repair your armor properly. There’s only so much I can do.” It feels as if he’s scanning them, but the blue glow never comes. “Still with me?”
As a soothing pulse pushes through stiff barriers of Light, they feel some sense return to their body and their face soften. Turning their head away from Ghost, the Guardian gives a small nod. A part of them wants to cradle him; say they’re sorry for putting him through this. He should’ve had someone better.
They settle instead for a soft rippling in the Light; the feeling of tucking a sleeping other’s hair away. He knows what they mean.
Ghost shoves his shell into the side of their head, making them lose the thought and duck away. “We’re not doing this again, Guardian! If the Traveler itself gave me a chance to pick someone else, you know I’d refuse every time.” His voice softens as he speaks, and he must have seen the small wince that crosses their face.
“I mean it, Guardian,” he chimes, firm but soft. Wholly faithful. “When I told you, through Light or Dark, I meant it. Even if it’s just you and me against the world, I wouldn’t change a thing so long as I had you.”
They know Ghost means it; they’ve never doubted it—But that’s the problem. He deserves so much better than a monster for a partner. The crumbling, now barely recognizable statues of Stasis prove them, if not a monster, a force of chaos. Both unstoppable, and immovable. Even with the explosives and traps, there was never a chance.
The shared turmoil strains the Bond with impressions of spirals, and Ghost lowers himself to hover just over their shoulder as they hold their other hand up for him. “Monster or not—and I’m not saying you are, but you never believe me—” He rambles, “You’re still my partner. My Guardian.”
And he’s their Ghost. But it changes nothing. The blood is half dried, dripping sluggishly, as he closes the cuts in the pads of their fingers. They rub them together, the nerves still knitting together feeling like pins and needles.
Nudging him with their shoulder draws a huff out of Ghost. “Yes, I’m done. But this conversation isn’t over.”
It’s their turn to sulk—The conversation is never over. Who’s the monster, who’s to blame, who should suffer: Ghost’s answer is always the same—They scoop the parts of their helmet up, moving it to one arm, before sheathing Howl on their back.
They could clean it later. Ghost gives a puff of discontent.
As they stand, the sound of the last remnants of Stasis crackling out of existence drags their eyes up. The remaining wisps of Void smoke are quickly phasing out of the air, and they take a moment to watch the last evidence of their destruction crumble into nothing. Only the damage of weaponry to the building and their spilt blood remain.
“I’d say that’s progress, wouldn’t you?” Ghost murmurs, tone light, and they can’t help but give him a weird look. This quiet destruction– progress? They get a puff of indignity in exchange. “Well, I did get the data Drifter needed, so yes– But not what I’m talking about.”
The look he gives them is… cheeky. They don’t like it. “What I meant was…” There’s an audible smile creeping into his voice—victoriously smug—as he bumps their head. “Youuu didn’t fight me on healing this time.”
Scars. He’s smug about the scars.
They give a thin-lipped grimace at his priorities, and he just beams brighter. “It’s not much, but you don’t make personal progress very easy, Guardian.” They huff and turn away from him, walking down the hall to the back exit.
Ghost rests his shell in the junction of their hood as they pull it back up, both of them knowing the Guardian will walk slower so he won’t fall out.
“I’ll take any win I can get with you,” he chimes to himself, quiet.
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I Wanna talk about Rose Lalonde
specifically a single panel of Rose Lalonde, See
Homestuck is notorious for its level of Abstraction. Stylistically and otherwise, which makes the characters easy to misinterpret, imo. an example of this being Rose.
At the peak of HS fandom the predominant concept of Rose is that she's a kind of like, goth, spooky, lesbian witch of some kind. and the majority of people just sorta rolled w/ it, since she seemed more (outwardly) mature than the other three kids (Dave is obviously trying too hard, John makes attempts to prove himself not ridiculous but fails every time, Jade is Jade.) And to an extent, i think Rose herself Wanted to be seen this way too, fully immersing herself in the fantasy of being a cool, badass, goth, lesbian witch.
But there's One panel that sticks in my head due to its convention breaking visuals, that pulls you out of any sort of illusion about Rose Lalonde, and it's This one:
She's just a kid. It's obvious when you see it here, but it's easy to forget she (and the majority of other HS characters) is just a kid at the end of the day. I love this panel because of how clearly childlike Rose's features are in it, reminding us that here (and in all other moments, even when she is being a Spooky Badass Goth Chick) Rose is still just a kid who ha a lot of growing to do.
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