DystopianElysium



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    “Well.” Niall unlocks his phone. “It wasn’t getting the traction I wanted on Snapchat. So…I tweeted it.”

    What.

    “You tweeted it,” Harry states, nearing a state of brain dead. “To your ten thousand followers.”

    Niall nods, handing Harry the phone. “You’re a meme, Harry.”

    “I’m a what?”

    “A meme. It’s like an internet—”

    “I know what a fucking meme is, Niall! Why did you make me into one?”

    Niall has the fucking balls to cackle at that while Harry looks at the mess his former friend created. Videos of him screaming at Tomlinson about Tide Pods and his ass are being quoted and combined with memes to a create a level of memeception Harry has never seen before. That isn’t even including the thousands of tweets of him falling up the stairs remixed with random Top 40 songs.

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    In which Harry’s a disaster gay who doesn’t know shit about soccer, Liam drinks too many blue raspberry Coolattas, Niall knows everyone, Zayn looks dead, and Louis is Not Happy about sharing his breakout moment with “Drunk Hawaiian Guy.”

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    06 Aug 2018

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    Modern AU. Niall drags Harry and Liam to a soccer/football game for the team that Louis and Zayn play on. Harry gets really drunk and yells at Louis and Niall records all of his nonsense and tweets it. Harry and Louis’s interaction becomes a meme and they bond over it. Lots of meme references and internet humor. This fic is hilarious without neglecting plot or characterization.

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    They say that prostitution is the world’s oldest profession, and it’s just as true for the Downworld as the mundane one.

    But this is the first time Magnus has ever heard of a nephilim hustling his crowd.

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    25 Jun 2018

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    Modern Era. Alec is a prostitute after getting kicked out of the Institute (but not deruned). Magnus asks him to be his live in whore. They end up falling in love. They have have lots of consentual sex, some iffy sex consent-wise, and a few times where its just business, and this author writes them wonderfully. It probably should have been angsty as fuck but the author saved us by going the best case scenarios route in terms of emotional trauma. I highly recommend this fic.

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    And the man, he—Alec’s fated one—knows where to press down to make it even worse. Knows where it hurts the most. The man—his soulmate—has made Alec bleed, in the past, in other lifetimes. He’s scrapped against him, left him crooked and broken, and Alec, Alec’s made him bleed, too. Torn him open. Broken apart all the fragile beauty in him. Always desperate, desperate to keep or otherwise ruin for anybody else.

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    19 Jun 2018

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    Modern Era, all human. Magnus and Alec have fallen in love in previous lifetimes and now Alec keeps getting glimpses of the previous times. The narration style is kinda confusing at first bc it switches between lifetimes midsentence like ghost quartet, but if you read carefully, this is a beautiful work of prose. Good parent robert lightwood. No lightwood siblings. Moody meliorn. Not evil sebastian. Really hot smut at the end, a great blend of emotional and physical.

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    The door opens. Alec tenses, and his body throbs.
     
    A man steps through, and Alec curls his fingers into his palms, terror pulsing through him. Because the man isn't a man. He's a warlock. A demon. The same person he felt crouching over him when he fell.

    Why is he here? What has the warlock done to him?

    "Well well, little angel. You're awake."

    ***

    Alec has been told the same stories all his life. He's been taught the same lines, over and over again. Downworlders are reckless, impulsive, demonic. They're not to be trusted.

    And Magnus Bane is the epitome of everything evil about Downworlders.

    At least, that's what people keep telling him. Alec's not quite so sure anymore.

    Or: In which the Nephilim have wings, are taught to loathe Downworlders, and Alec is presented with a conundrum when Magnus Bane saves his life.

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    07 Jun 2018

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    Modern Era. The Circle never shut down and shodowracism is at an all time high. Magnus saves Alec’s life and they slowly and painstakingly fall in despite attacks from all sides. Clace is very minor but healthy when it shows up. Lydia/Izzy develops cautiously but is all the better for it. Saphael is good saphael work, but honestly i enjoyed magnus teasing raphael about simon more than their actual scenes. But that’s probably just bc this magnus is everything magnus ever should be. He’s kind and graceful and patient and compassionate and selfless without sacrificing his wit and sass. We stan a good egg.

    Fantastically written narration and natural plot progression. I’m not a big fan of 100k+ fics or fics with tons of chapters, but the chapter divides are intuitive and well planned. It never feels like “and now this and now this and now this and now this” and so on. The characterization is a little book, a little show, and a whole lot of saying fuck you to the shortcomings of all the canons. Sorry if this is incoherent, my brain is still in shock from reading.

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    The door opens. Alec tenses, and his body throbs.
     
    A man steps through, and Alec curls his fingers into his palms, terror pulsing through him. Because the man isn't a man. He's a warlock. A demon. The same person he felt crouching over him when he fell.

    Why is he here? What has the warlock done to him?

    "Well well, little angel. You're awake."

    ***

    Alec has been told the same stories all his life. He's been taught the same lines, over and over again. Downworlders are reckless, impulsive, demonic. They're not to be trusted.

    And Magnus Bane is the epitome of everything evil about Downworlders.

    At least, that's what people keep telling him. Alec's not quite so sure anymore.

    Or: In which the Nephilim have wings, are taught to loathe Downworlders, and Alec is presented with a conundrum when Magnus Bane saves his life.

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    07 Jun 2018

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Modern Era. The Circle never shut down and shodowracism is at an all time high. Magnus saves Alec’s life and they slowly and painstakingly fall in despite attacks from all sides. Clace is very minor but healthy when it shows up. Lydia/Izzy develops cautiously but is all the better for it. Saphael is good saphael work, but honestly i enjoyed magnus teasing raphael about simon more than their actual scenes. But that’s probably just bc this magnus is everything magnus ever should be. He’s kind and graceful and patient and compassionate and selfless without sacrificing his wit and sass. We stan a good egg.

    Fantastically written narration and natural plot progression. I’m not a big fan of 100k+ fics or fics with tons of chapters, but the chapter divides are intuitive and well planned. It never feels like “and now this and now this and now this and now this” and so on. The characterization is a little book, a little show, and a whole lot of saying fuck you to the shortcomings of all the canons. Sorry if this is incoherent, my brain is still in shock from reading.