8 Works by magic_queer
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the sea captain and the bard -a poetry collection by magic_queer
Fandoms: pirates - Fandom
03 Nov 2021
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Somewhere along the way, the otherwise nameless caricatures of the sea captain and the bard stopped being just a metaphor for my unrequited love, and developed into their own characters. Thus, it felt only right to give them their own story.
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This work has been abandoned. Maybe for good. Maybe not. But I make no promises of updates. Much love and gratitude to those that have supported this work for so long!
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you know you are you, you bastard -a collection of love poems by magic_queer
Fandoms: Original Work
27 Oct 2020
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All the poems that are not, in fact, about the sea captain and the bard, but who the sea captain is based on. Here there be angst and unrequited love. Three years worth of it, to be exact.
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- English
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- 5,097
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- Language:
- English
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- 1,776
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- 1/1
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- 1
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Written 5/15/18 for WR245.
Out of context excerpt from what will eventually be a much longer work.
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- English
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- 3,719
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Written 5/13/18 as an assignment for the WR245 course I took at my college. Re-uploaded today.
This is a very fictionalized account of my own suicide attempt, in which the main character succeeds in his attempt, and must be in a Purgatory of his own making for as long as he was alive, before being able to move on. Explores themes of grief and guilt, redemption, and being able to forgive yourself and find a way to carry the things that you have said and done.
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When I was but a wee lad of 4 years old, I spent a handful of months living in a school bus out in the Arizona or California desert, I can never remember which desert it was. I have vague memories of driving out to the desert, but none of going back home. Because of this, many a friend has heard my drunken, crackpot theories of how I died out in the desert, and the last 18 years of my life haven't been real. That's where this piece comes from, with many an artistic liberty being taken, of course.
CW/TW for: non-graphic mention of multiple suicide attempts,
self-harm in the form of scratching, implied choking, and burning,
dissociation,
implied hallucinations,
minor internalized homophobia that really isn't all that relevant to the plot,
non-graphic depiction of character death -
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Again, the summary on WattPad is much more detailed and shine than this one. Curse character limit!
Anyway, here it is. More Mad Max fanfic because I have absolutely zero chill as an author.
Max is a widower of almost four years, having lost his wife and child to a head-on-collision with a drunk driver. He is pushing 31, and has managed to settle down in a relatively small city and works as a doctor at the local hospital. Everybody has gotten used to the fact that he doesn't talk much and grunts more often than not in response to others talking to him. Except for Capable. He talks to her. He loves that fiery red-headed nurse in his own way, and appreciates her company more than he'll ever be able to tell her.
Nux is a lovable 26 year old idiot race-car driver with ridiculously blue eyes and a permanent skull grin. Slit is his older brother, with even more grisly facial scars than Nux has. Slit owns a bakery called Shine Cakes; Furiosa, his eight year old daughter, named the bakery.
And, when Nux ends up at the hospital that Max works at, old memories and feelings resurface and Max wonders what the hell he's gotten himself into, though, truth be told, he kind of likes it.