Fanfic Recommendations: The Next Generation

[Aleh]

Thanks, but if I could see well enough to read the console text with confidence I'd probably have fixed it myself by now. x(somethingsomething)cursor(version number) from what I remember, but at this point I'm used to working around the lack of Calibre, irritating as it is. My own fault for buying an NVidia gpu, when I know they're shitters about *nix compatibility.

NVidia's GPUs should be compatible with damn near everything, especially Ubuntu distros these days, though? They're really pushing the AI stuff, so they're going all out on server compatibility and the like.

That said, it sounds like the main issue is your lack of an ability to reliably read the console. I found a few guides on that on a quick search (e.g. here and here, not to mention the stuff here), but I figure that you've probably already looked them -- or things like them. Not much else I can really say without details, but your problem is *probably* solvable. When and if I get the chance, I'll try to take a look at Calibre's Linux package dependencies; I may be able to figure something out.

Maybe.

[ECSNorway]

Along Came A Skitter

In which Taylor Hebert lives not on Earth Bet, but on a backwater Periphery world in the Capellan Confederation (sucks to be her). She's been working on repairing a junked SDR-5V Spider battlemech when a group of bandits throws down with the Undersiders mercenary mechwarrior unit, and Lung's mech steps on her workshop. 

Kiaphas Kain, Tomb King of Nekhekara

Yet another faction gets their version of our favorite Kommissar.

[ECSNorway]

An Old Man's Retirement
(Worm/Bleach)

Shigekuni Genryuusai Yamamoto, aka Old Man Genocide, has left the Quincies, the Court of Pure Souls, the Thousand-Year Blood War, and all of that behind. Where does he find himself? Of all places, a somewhat dilapidated port city somewhere vaguely in New England, USA, called "Brockton Bay". 

It's time to settle down and relax, right?

[Ebony]

A new cultivator story, Garden of Silk.

Slate Greystone is eldest son of his clan. He is smart, forthright, and skilled. He also has the chi potential of a hole in the ground. His cultivation goes nowhere, and unless he improves soon, his position as heir will be given over to his younger brother, who is, to put it plainly, an idiot.

So, if Slate cannot improve through divine cultivation, then perhaps demonic cultivation will have better results....

[ECSNorway]

A Young Genius' Scientific Chronicles

(Youjo Senki / Girl Genius)

Many years after the Great War, Tanya von Degurechaff finds herself reborn yet again -- this time in a Victorian-ish Europa where not magic, but mad SCIENCE!, reigns supreme!

[Shepherd]

Resurgam, a one shot 9k word Batman fic.

Bored during her pregnancy leave from being Spoiler, Steph decides to follow Robin and ends up in a cemetery. Only, something follows her home.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/73464706

[Mamorien]

One of two fics I learned about through deviant lexikimble being commissioned to illustrate scenes from it: Wednesday at Sunnydale.

Standing at the locker next to his was Wednesday Addams herself, the new student everyone had been whispering about.

She wore a dress as black as a raven's wing, and a jacket black as a moonless night, accented with thin vertical stripes that whispered of cemetery gates, and dark hair braided with surgical precision. She moved with the quiet certainty of someone used to being watched, but not seen. Xander couldn't help but stare, curiosity winning over nerves.

She was all angles and careful movements, a shadow in a sunlit school. Standing there, Xander recognized her posture, spine straight as a ruler, eyes that never lingered too long on any face. He'd seen that careful self-containment before in his own bathroom mirror, back when he was the punchline everyone waited for.

A knot formed in his gut as he remembered how eagerly he'd passed along those stories about her, adding his own embellishments without a second thought. He'd found it so simple to spread stories about a stranger, just a name floating through the halls, but now that stranger had materialized at the locker beside his, flesh and blood and unsmiling eyes.

She closed her locker with a soft click, gathering her books against her chest like a shield, and pivoted to leave. Xander watched her go, his stomach twisting with the half-forgotten taste of freshman year, all those hallways he'd walked alone while whispers trailed behind him like toilet paper stuck to his shoe.

"Hey," he said, planting himself in the moment. "Welcome to Sunnydale."

She paused, eyes flicking back to him in surprise. Her face was a porcelain mask, but he caught the faintest crack in her expression, something like confusion.

"Are you okay?" That was all he could manage to say next.

"The rumors arrived before I did," she said, voice low and deliberate.

He nodded, guilt gnawing at his insides, he tried for a joke. "Most new students don't come with their own urban legend. Need help finding your class?"

https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/...y.1258648/

[classicdrogn]

two screaming projectiles shot through the corridor wrapped in paper towels and cafeteria napkins, crashing directly into Tanya's office.

The door flew open, scattering croissants across the carpet. Tanya looked up from her paperwork.

Shaggy and Scooby lay in a heap, covered in tinsel, copier paper, and baguettes.

"Congratulations," Tanya said calmly. "You're both promoted to morale officers."

"Like, uh, does the job come with dental?"

"It comes with stock shares, and an agreement to not sue for damages." Tanya replied, sipping her tea.

Shaggy whispered to Scooby, "Like, dude, I think she's scarier than the ghost."

Ruh Roh Rvenging Rngel (YS/ScoobyDoo)
(4.6k words)

A simple one shot, about a woman, a ghost, a gang, and a dog.

And a mystery.