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manic_intent
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Name: | manic_intent |
Alias(es): | anyasy |
Type: | Fanwriter, Fanartist |
Fandoms: | multifandom, Marvel, Game of Thrones, Dragon Age, Sherlock (BBC), DCEU, X-Men: First_Class, The Man From U.N.C.L.E., The Hobbit |
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URL: | livejournal AO3 account Tumblr |
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manic_intent first began writing fanfic when she was 15, exclusively in Forgotten Realms, where she wrote a string of Mary Sues before suddenly seeing the Light, crawling back from the precipice of fanwriter insanity. She took a break from fandoms and resurfaced in the Pirates of the Caribbean fandom, and has been writing almost exclusively slash fanfiction to date. Her interest in concepts of humanity, justice, gender equality, politics and worldbuilding are common themes often revisited in her work.
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“You are not a spy,” she told him firmly, dangling the watch out of reach as Napoleon curled in a wincing, fetal position on his Le Corbusier couch in his upstate apartment. “You are a thief with the self-control of a child. Now give me back my ring.”
“What ring?” Napoleon asked innocently, even through the pain.
“How fond are you of your nose?” Gaby shot back blandly.Jesse scratched behind his ear, a little thrown. This, right here, was why Jesse fucking hated going undercover. Talk, talk, talk. Usually, Jesse got bored very quickly, and when Jesse got bored, his trigger finger tended to get itchy. Besides, they’d confiscated his goddamned gun. That was a downright depressing thing to do to a man, that was.
“I’m here as hired muscle, yeah?”
“Yes,” Hanzo said disdainfully. “‘Hired muscle’. What do you know about me?”“I’m Newt. Scamander. Err. Pleased to meet you. I mean, I would’ve been pleased to meet you, under normal circumstances.”
“Scamander.” Graves frowned to himself. For someone who was supposedly in a bad rut, he seemed perfectly in control. “Your accent, it’s British. Any relation to Theseus Scamander? Head of the DMLE?”
“I’m his younger brother.”
“Are you an Auror?”
“No. I’m a magizoologist.”
Graves exhaled, exasperated. “A what? Is this a rescue or are you a hostage?”
“Sort of neither,” Newt admitted.