#FIC: Prismatic Fang

[pierrotguru]

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and  share anyway.

(Thanks @angededesespoir!)

It was so pleasant to find someone connected by the same emotion.  Pommes de Chocolat  Pokemon Scarlet and Violet (

It fit John too perfectly that he would die a room with a carpet as red as blood. Red Nightmare The Winchesters (John fic)

It surprised Mirko that Dabi had a sense of humor.  Moon Rabbit BNHA (Dabi/Mirko)

It was New Year's Eve. Smoke and Ozone  BNHA Dabihawks

He and Victor could be rivals, they could hate each other, but always felt so grateful to him and how he had trained him to be his Eros. Sweet Raspberry Yuri on Ice Victurri

The pink creature was actually kind of cute. The Hat Beyond the Abyss Maaa and Riko Christmas fic

Minto hated her green hair. Bizarre Brassius/OC fic Pokemon Scarlet and Violet

John was really damned thirsty for a drink. Glimmer of Stars  The Sandman Morpheus/John Constantine fic.

It all started when there was a vampire movie on TV, and Ai got...inspired. Plastic Fangs  Ai/Yusaku Halloween fic. 

Freedom was a pair of black underwear. Violent White Tokyo Ghoul NSFW drabble series of Yamori/OC>

I tag @merryfortune  @prismatic-bell @ @samwellwinchesterthebrave  @silvormoon @higuchimon  and anyone else who wants to do this.

[writegeist-muse]

A/N: welp. we made it, TCups. 8 chapters and like 2 months of updates, and here we are. I really hope any/everyone who followed along enjoyed this, it was such a joy and free feeling to write.

writing fanfic is helping me keep my writing going even while I’m having trouble in some other areas of my craft. and it’s just fun 😆😆. so while this particular piece is finished, I definitely plan to keep going. got a rough path plotted (pun intended 😜😜) and I hope to see more of ya’ll along the way.

enjoy and see y’all in the next one! ❤️💜💚💙💖🖤

Alice wasn’t expecting their Talent Liaison to be on the other side of the suite door when she opened it. She gave the woman a confused head tilt even while trying to manage something approximating a smile of greeting.

“Hello, Miranda, we didn’t expect to see you today.”

Tarrant wandered up behind her and, catching sight of the person outside their home, let an easy smile slide onto his features and waved. “Greetings to the lovely Miranda Sparks!”

Miranda smiled at the Hatter’s words. “Hello, Alice, and greetings to you, too, Tarrant. Sorry to just show up like this, but we were already in the neighborhood.”

Alice’s confused expression turned quizzical. “We?”

Miranda bit her lip for a moment before she leaned back on one foot and looked down the hallway. Slowly, Alice and Tarrant leaned out the door to follow her gaze.

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[fandom-hell-ferrylass]

A/N: welp. we made it, TCups. 8 chapters and like 2 months of updates, and here we are. I really hope any/everyone who followed along enjoyed this, it was such a joy and free feeling to write. 

writing fanfic is helping me keep my writing going even while I’m having trouble in some other areas of my craft. and it’s just fun 😆😆. so while this particular piece is finished, I definitely plan to keep going. got a rough path plotted (pun intended 😜😜) and I hope to see more of ya’ll along the way.

enjoy and see y’all in the next one! ❤️💜💚💙💖🖤

Alice wasn’t expecting their Talent Liaison to be on the other side of the suite door when she opened it. She gave the woman a confused head tilt even while trying to manage something approximating a smile of greeting.

“Hello, Miranda, we didn’t expect to see you today.”

Tarrant wandered up behind her and, catching sight of the person outside their home, let an easy smile slide onto his features and waved. “Greetings to the lovely Miranda Sparks!”

Miranda smiled at the Hatter’s words. “Hello, Alice, and greetings to you, too, Tarrant. Sorry to just show up like this, but we were already in the neighborhood.”

Alice’s confused expression turned quizzical. “We?”

Miranda bit her lip for a moment before she leaned back on one foot and looked down the hallway. Slowly, Alice and Tarrant leaned out the door to follow her gaze.

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[fandom-hell-ferrylass]

MAD T PARTY ~ PRISMATIC FANG (Ch 7)

A Watched Clock Never Tipped The (Dragon) Scales

A/N: I promise there’s a good reason for the posting gap this time. I wanted to try something cause I couldn’t think of a better way otherwise, and it took a little doing to set up. cookies if you like it.

The Mad T Party Band huddled between Absolem’s keyboard and Chess’s drum kit as they watched their leader apprehensively. Tarrant stood at the forefront of their outlined stage zone, hip cocked, one hand hooked casually in a pants pocket. From the other dangled a golden, time-burnished pocket watch, swinging slowly to and fro. The ginger head was tilted downward, green eyes following the watch as it moved.

The Hatter hadn’t blinked for ten minutes.

Alice made to approach him several times but always thought better of it before she took even one step. Thack was plucking nervously at his bass while keeping his right hand clamped firmly around the fretboard lest he actually make any noise. Absolem and Mally wore matching pensive looks and crossed arms as Chessur pretended to amuse himself with spinning his sticks around. The feline’s teal eyes glowed softly every time they wandered the Hatter’s direction.

Thackery and Mally stared openly at the woman. Her shrug made Chessur’s ever-present grin widen ever so slightly, and Absolem smirked to himself.

A tense, pregnant silence fell over the room. The band remained sequestered, keeping an eye on the Mad Hatter and the door beyond him. 

Even the attending techs and creative team seemed leery of moving too fast or too loud. 

The minutes stretched out impossibly long, the ticking from Tarrant’s watching sounding louder 

      each 

          time

                the

                       minute 

                                hand

                                         moved.

“Clean cup.” He felt the whole room jump behind him, despite the soft tone to his words. Tarrant didn’t look around for his friends, only gave the watch an extra hard swing to loop it around and land in his hand, the hinged lid opening on command.

Looking down at the relentless hands, he sighed. He rubbed his thumb over the worn glass, through a dimpled area that interestingly matched that finger perfectly.

A vague fog of spice and warm smoke filled his nose, belying the Caterpillar’s approach as Absolem slid in on his left. Tarrant glanced at his old friend.

“She’s not coming.”

“We could give her a few more minutes. I know you had hoped.”

The Hatter shook his head. Alice’s slender fingers wound gently around his right arm and he tilted his head that way to give her a faint smile.

“Clean cup, Alice-My-Dear.”

She nodded. “Move down. I’ll tell everyone we’re going to start.” He gave his Songbird a quick peck on the cheek before she moved off. Absolem squeezed his arm sympathetically and followed her.

As the sounds of tuning instruments and low vocal warmups began behind him, Tarrant glanced from his watch to the warehouse door one last time. A rueful frown turned his mouth.

“What has happened to you, our Jabberwock?”

What oh what has happened to our dear Jabberwock?? more cookies if anyone guesses correctly!

[writegeist-muse]

A/N: hey look I’m only practically dead. author’s note on the update pretty much says it all. blame Andwina.

The push bar creaking before it went down tugged at Thackery’s concentration, focused as he was on making sure both his basses were ready to go. Casually the Hare glanced over as Eirian bodily pushed the door open and walked in.

He raised a mental eyebrow at the oddly-shaped hat she had managed to finagle over her horns. Watching her yank the headwear off as soon as she was safe in their warehouse had him giving her an unseen nod of solidarity - out of everyone in the band, he knew that particular annoyance all too well. Instinctively Thack reached up beneath his bandana to scratch the base of one of his ears and smiled ruefully.

Turning his attention back to the girl, he watched nonchalantly as she paused just inside the door, head movements sharp as her eyes darted around the room.

Are we looking for something?

The bassist’s brow furrowed slightly and he stood up a bit straighter as Eirian walked among the sea of folding tables. She stopped at one closer to the bandstand, shrugging off a small backpack and dropping the offending hat into a chair.

The buzzing vibrations suddenly coming from her back pocket made the nerves in his ears tingle. Her hand darted back to clumsily dig out a small phone. Flipping the front open, she began to intently stare at the screen. Thack absently blessed his genetics as he easily picked out the minuscule tale-tell movements in the girl’s face as her muscles relaxed a smidge. Whatever she was looking at on the little device had released some tension he hadn’t even noticed she’d been carrying.

Both Eirian and Thackery jumped when Chessur let loose with a spontaneously crashing drum solo.

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[writegeist-muse]

A/N: took a hot minute to get this chapter written and posted, sucker just did not want to cooperate. and then, because of all that struggle, I really needed to get it beta’d before posting, and that took another hot second. oi vey. hope people like this one, cause it darn near killed me and I’m super proud of wrangling the beast.

He sniffed. All that floated across his nose were the fragrances of nearby flowers, the unnatural, harsh chemical particles of the human world, a particular swirl of gray from a passing cloud being pierced by a sunbeam.

The barest trace of a tongue poked out between needling eyeteeth. All that tickled his tastebuds was the tang of a bird in a nearby tree, the fizzle of sunlight glittering off moving water, the thick, rich smoothness of true want and love.

His eyes narrowed and he swept them around suspiciously. All he saw was manipulated metal and constrained gaia and the wavy glow of life and magic filling the spaces between the world’s reality.

Chessur sighed, letting his head dangle off the side of the roof he was currently lounging on. Something was wonky in the state of Overland, and he had yet to poke it with even a single claw.

“The more you hunt it, the faster it will run away.”

The teal cat eyes flared as they drug lazily over to observe the speaker. Absolem leaned casually against a duct vent as he took a slow drag from his e-cig. Disney had requested he curb his smoking tendencies while in more public areas of the grounds. In general, he just found it easier than carting real cigarettes around.

“But I do so like a good hunt.”

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PRISMATIC FANG ~ Chapter 5

Even Heartstrings Need Occasional Tuning

A/N: WHEN WILL MY MTP FANFIC RETURN FROM THE WAR- oh there it is. yes, apologies, it took AGES for this update to let me write it, and then I got a stomach bug I’m still finishing up recovering from. I wanted to post this one directly to tumblr as well as AO3 as there’s some fanciness going on (I call it fancy, it’s just shiny to me cause I’m a dork XD)

will still be including a link to the Ao3 page, I’d love to see fellow TCups over there too <3

He sniffed. All that floated across his nose were the fragrances of nearby flowers, the unnatural, harsh chemical particles of the human world, a particular swirl of gray from a passing cloud being pierced by a sunbeam.

The barest trace of a tongue poked out between needling eyeteeth. All that tickled his tastebuds was the tang of a bird in a nearby tree, the fizzle of sunlight glittering off moving water, the thick, rich smoothness of true want and love.

His eyes narrowed and he swept them around suspiciously. All he saw was manipulated metal and constrained gaia and the wavy glow of life and magic filling the spaces between the world’s reality.

Chessur sighed, letting his head dangle off the side of the roof he was currently lounging on. Something was wonky in the state of Overland, and he had yet to poke it with even a single claw.

“The more you hunt it, the faster it will run away.”

The teal cat eyes flared as they drug lazily over to observe the speaker. Absolem leaned casually against a duct vent as he took a slow drag from his e-cig. Disney had requested he curb his smoking tendencies while in more public areas of the grounds. In general, he just found it easier than carting real cigarettes around.

“But I do so like a good hunt.”

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The man’s blank expression flickered into a smirk for a moment. Shaking his head, Absolem pointedly ignored Chessur’s measured stare and gazed out at the world around their little hideaway.

From that vantage point, it was easy to see where the more industrial park ended and the amusement ones began. the taller attractions sprinkled around the two adjoining parks jutted into the wide wide sky, their various moving parts darting in and out of view on the properly-timed intervals. Absolem even imagined that tiny blink of white in the distance was the hotel their Mad-capped band currently deigned “home.”

Chessur leisurely twisting himself onto his back brought the bespectacled man’s attention back to the current here. Absolem stared archly at the Cat, noticing the playful pout on the other man’s face.

“It hasn’t done anything remotely interesting for at least half an hour, why shouldn’t I hunt it down? I am so very curious what it could possibly be.”

Absolem rolled his eyes and took another pull. Wisps of colour-tinged smoke curled from his nose.

“Whatever it is, it has been moving for the past 15 minutes. You and I both have it pinged - if it’s still around after, I promise I’ll go poke it with you. Would that sate your yawning curiosity?”

Chess purred, stretching languidly. “I suppose it will have to do. For now.”

This time Absolem chuckled softly at the blue-haired man’s playful, wheedling tone. He slipped around the side of the vent and began walking across the rooftop.

“Come on, then, the others will be here just soon.”

Chessur stretched again, giving Absolem enough time to reach the access ladder and begin his descent. The Cat’s smile widened frighteningly, splitting his face even as the man melted away in a puff of smoke.

The metallic squeaking sound was so faint, if he hadn’t been just off the door at one of the tables, Absolem wouldn’t have heard it over the band’s general happy din. He stilled himself and let his eyes dart around in search of the source.

<Skirk skirk>

Not the AC.

<irk eeerk>

Not their gathered faux audience in their rickety folding chairs (though those did produce an endless litany of annoying sounds).

<squeeeeeck>

<dunk>

Absolem blinked. He looked over at the wide double door that led out to the main hall.

His head tilted curiously. The push bar was ever just so slightly ... wiggling.

When Absolem strode over and pulled the door open, the last thing he expected was for a teenage Jabberwock to stumble headfirst into him from where she had been leaning her forehead against the other side of the door.

Without thinking he reached out to steady her, his long fingers curving gently over her bony shoulder. Eirian’s head tilted slowly and she blinked up at him, more owl than Jabberwock.

Absolem’s eyes flashed as he did a double take and peered into her disguised crimson ones.

“Steady on there?” He didn’t mean it to sound like a question, but the girl nodded her head all the same before stepping back and out of his grasp. He watched closely as she plodded to her spot and methodically began setting out her things.

“And our Jabberwocky makes seven, that’s the whole gang here, places, everyone!”

Absolem glanced at Tarrant as the man stood grinning behind his mic, nodding when the Hatter's roving eyes found his. But the Caterpillar’s eyes were still narrowed in contemplation while Chessur watched the man slip behind his keyboard and hold his spindly hands over the shiny plastic keys.

The Cheshire Cat barely paid attention when Tarrant signaled him to lead in. He went into muscle memory and was only dimly aware of the official start to rehearsal. His attention remained firmly shattered between his thin-faced friend and the feeling he was missing something that tingled behind his left eye.

That feeling always ended up interestingly.

Today was simply not having it with the Mad T Party’s rehearsal plans. Absolem grimaced against another throb in his skull - he couldn’t recall a worse day for the band, even back when they couldn’t play well enough to call themselves one.

Within the span of 30 minutes: one of Mally’s guitar strings had snapped and sliced his hand AND cheek; Alice had dropped her sheet music and gotten the pages all mixed up; Thackery had managed to sucker-punch Tarrant in the stomach with the head of his guitar, making the Hatter double over and the mortified Hare to wildly backpedal and crouch down behind Chessur’s drum kit, hiding behind his great ears; Chessur’s bass pedal somehow punched through the drum skin; and Absolem was almost positive three of his keys were one wrong look away from dying altogether.

For everyone’s sake, Tarrant called a break for lunch. A very, very long break. Absolem took the chance to at least try to deal with his small problem.

He was so absorbed in checking and re-checking the settings on his keyboard, the Caterpillar almost missed the tale-tell prickle across his scalp. In his right form, it would be one of his antennae twitching.  Even without them, he couldn’t help the odd little jerks he made with his head, shoulders jumping along occasionally.

To his left, out of the corner of his eye, Absolem could see Chessur’s manifested tail twitching madly, the gray-and-teal fur all on end. The Cat’s eyes slid to the side of his head, teal-rimmed black saucers meeting glinting butter-cornflower.

Here it was.

Neither visibly moved, but for the briefest moment, Absolem and Chessur froze in place at the back of the stage. Both were rapidly casting about, trying to get a solid lock on it.

Absolem almost didn’t register Eirian’s presence to his right as she squeezed past his keyboard and shuffled across in front of him and Chessur to get to her area.

He did, however, register the sluggish traces of muted, unvibrant specks hovering in the air behind her.

Chessur suddenly found a thin, serious presence hovering at his elbow. His ear twitched around, letting Absolem know he was acknowledged but Chessur’s eyes did not move from staring just in front of his stand.

“Doth my eyes deceive me.” Absolem’s voice was barely a low hum.

“I do believe it is.” The Cat’s bassy purr was equally as murmured.

“Seems like it. Didn’t know it could be seen here, though.”

“Suppose the madness is why. It is a wholly tangible thing for us.”

“Possibly, quite. Even so, that much? It can’t be healthy.”

“It’s not. Well-hidden though. Think it’s being dealt with?”

“Don’t know if it’s even been realized.”

“What to do, then.”

“Nothing to be done.”

“Something at least? That much could kill.”

Absolem huffed softly in annoyance. If he’d known the Cat was going to show his rare soft side, he wouldn’t have gotten involved. Chessur turned his head to match his ear, blinking owlishly at the Caterpillar.

Absolem sighed. “…. I might have some to spare.”

Chessur’s trademark grin flitted onto his face, albeit in a much smaller, kinder capacity. “Oh goody. Shall we meddle, then?”

Glancing out of their little council, Absolem noted the rest of the band scattered about the room, wearily trying to consume bits of food and keep their spirits up. “Might as well. Maybe it will change the luck. Today has been horrible.”

“Splendiferous.” Without warning, Chessur popped up from his stool and began herding Absolem out from the drummer’s area. “Let’s go get this little tidbit sorted.”

As quixotically as usual, Chess began to floatingly wander towards the figure sitting alone against the far wall, a deadpanning Caterpillar in tow.

Up close, the muted specks were clearer to see (as clear as such things could be, Absolem reasoned). The precise opposite what they usually were, the ragged things neither danced nor floated nor swirled through the air currents around them. They just hung there, suspended and sludgey, weighted down with their very existence until they eventually petered out or found something to cling to and infect.

“Always such a joy seeing the little bites about and about.”

The tense shudder that rippled through the girl’s thin frame when Chessur spoke wasn’t missed by them. Absolem noted when Eirian’s head twitched but she didn’t look up. The visible mist of specks spread out from her like a mass of creeper vines.

Absolem’s frown at the grody veil coloured his voice coldly. “I pity the poor souls these ones, in particular, have found to glom onto somewhere.”

“Their day probably looks like ours.” Chessur waited for the implied sting of his words to sink in.

It didn’t take long.

The tangled dark hair gave the impression of peering into a foreboding wood when they looked into her face. Gone were the coloured contacts. the crimson glow had spread out from her iris, and they found themselves reflected in the surface of a molten ruby, burning nearly white-hot and utterly, purely exhausted.

“Just say bad luck, it’s faster. No, scratch that. Curse is one word, it’s faster. Go with that one.”

Eirian watched the Cheshire Cat step down from his floating and take a real step across the floor. The uncommon action put him just off her left knee. She forced her head to tip back slowly until she could look him head on again.

She wasn’t prepared for the small, almost sad smile that replaced the usual toothy grin. Eirian’s brow curved into a perplexed expression.

“What?”

“It is nobody’s fault when they can’t see it happening to themselves. That is the hardest of all things to know. What they do when they are taught is what turns the hands to their right place.”

She blinked.

And looked to the other man. “Is his Madness flaring up?”

“What he means is, it’s not your fault the lessness has made today not pleasant. It’s very difficult for people to recognize when they are hardly themselves, something about it feels like a failing, or an omen.”

The teen squinted harshly at his words, and she dropped her head heavily back onto the arms wound together atop her knees.

“Believe me, I’ve been hardly myself much longer than today.”

Absolem’s frown deepened. Eirian jolted slightly when he suddenly sunk to the floor and knelt next to her. The Caterpillar canted his head forward, peering very hard from behind his glasses. The Jabberwock froze, staring back with wide eyes.

After a moment Absolem sat back, not breaking the stare. “You are not wrong. In the end, not sorting this will most likely kill it in you for good.”

“What are you talking about?”

Chessur knelt down and reached out a hand, laying it gently on the girl’s head to urge her to look at him. The sudden sheen of frustrated tears in her eyes made his face contort in the one look he hated most - a frown.

“You are losing your muchness, dear Jabberwock, and if you lose too much ... it will kill your will to live. You’ll die.”

“How do you know that?” The fear in her whisper was unmistakable. Absolem and Chessur exchanged a glance.

“We are ... not strangers to it.”

“When someone’s muchness depletes as quickly as we suspect yours has, they have no time to find a new harmony with reality.” Chessur’s face twisted at the word.

Absolem regarded her for a moment, reading her mannerisms. “You know about this.”

Eirian’s eyes darted to his, then flickered away. She swallowed.

“My ... mother. She always used to say my muchness had taken a hit whenever I had a bad go around. She warned me to never let it get too low.” The red eyes vanished behind tight-shut lids. “It was only After … that I realized she wasn’t being figurative.”

A few seconds passed before something smooth and cool pressed against the back of her hand. The teen cocked her head sideways, squinting down at the small glass bottle Absolem was holding out. The iridescent liquid inside shone prettily, and small, nearly invisible bubbles drifted through it. A small, worn tag fluttered from the stopper:

Eirian met the man’s eyes behind his yellow glasses. From memory, she knew the pale cornflower tint, and for a moment she watched the reflection of the Drink Me play across his face. He gently pressed the bottle against her hand again. Still looking at his eyes, she freed her hand and turned it enough for him to slide the container into her grasp.

“Drink Me is known to work in ... not necessarily expected ways. Perhaps it will give you what you need to feel much more yourself.”

She bit her lip before nodding, pulling her hand - bottle held fast - back out of sight. Nodding himself, Absolem stood, pausing to brush off his knees and put himself back to rights. Chessur watched him before tilting his head to brush his forehead across the girl’s hair. She didn’t move but he thought he saw the muscles in the side of her face contract in the exact way it takes to create a smile. He was sure of it, though, when he playfully brushed his tail across her neck and shoulders like a warm, fluffy snake. The corners of her mouth were visible now, an unmistakable grin.

“We are all mad here, dear Jabberwock. All of us.”

He took the minuscule dip of her head at face value and left her to her solitude. Absolem was already returning to their space and their friends. Chessur began walking after him, his silent footfalls traveling up to return the Cat to his regularly scheduled floating.

and there we are, Chapter 5 all done! I really hated and enjoyed writing this one, it was a definite challenge to dig into Wonderland’s brand of madness to get the chaotic vibes of both Absolem and Chessur. I think it turned out well, but what do you think? (that’s a hint to leave a comment, I’d really love to know what you thought!)

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A/N: [trumpet fanfare] Chapter 3! Chapter 3 has arrived!

Mally glanced at his watch as he sprinted down the pathway to the rehearsal buildings. His wrist bounced in time to his frenetic pace and it took him a few tries to find the small hands. When he did, he promptly skidded to a stop, his lung muscles instantly cramping and making him hunch over. Panting, the Dormouse braced his hands on his knees, his face scrunching up into an annoyed expression as his heartbeat slowly came back to a normal pace.

“Stupid, idiot, fool that didn’t think to look at a clock before running all the way here from the bus.”

Forcing himself upright again, Mally huffed heavily and skirted to the side of the path before yanking his phone out of his pants pocket. He flipped the device open but before he could poke at the tiny buttons, something caught his attention.

Faintly, almost a frequency more than a sound, the unmistakable hum of an acoustic guitar was floating through the air.

The man’s ears twitched before his head raised, eyes looking around shrewdly to find the sound’s source. It couldn’t be coming from one of the other buildings, they were all designed to keep the music inside them silent to the outside world. As a more utilitarian area of the Disney campus, there weren’t any crowds or rides here. Occasionally the general crowd noises from the parks themselves could be heard if you really listened, but never any of the performances or parades outside of the fireworks show.

“No rides, no guests, no shows. So where …? ”

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[writegeist-muse]

A/N: testing a format experiment to see if it enhances or hinders the reading experience of these pieces. Chapters 1&2 are up, update incoming. Comments and suggestions on Ao3 would be fantastic, lovely, and welcome! 

Also updated Ao3 handle, direct link added to my bio

Summary:

As a prism reveals the rainbow when exposed to light, so a person's true colors are revealed in the face of contention.

Something about that day tasted different. It could have been the weather was particularly nice, the sun not too hot, the wind a constant gentle breeze. It could have been the post-rain shower zip that happens in places where rain wasn’t too frequent.

It could, very possibly, have been the fact that Mally and Thackery were successfully teasing the group’s resident Mad Hatter while Alice laughed, and the trio’s hijinks were making even ever-stoic Absolem crack the tiniest of smirks. It was a rare occurrence that the entire Mad T Party Band headed to rehearsals at the same time and even more so, that they all started from the same place, allowing them to travel together.

But most probably the likeliest reason was that the sun was a useful tool in keeping the shadows in their minds at bay and the park’s resident Underlanders were working extremely hard to not think about one particular set of Mad T from a week and a half ago and the creature that had been unceremoniously thrust into their lives.

All this effort was for naught, of course. As the boisterous group approached the rehearsal warehouse, magnetically each gaze was drawn to the dark figure braced against the wall next to the double doors.

There was a moment of slowing, the instinct flowing between them warning them to stay away, run, fight!

Alice tightened her hold around Tarrant’s arm before the Hatter shuffled her to his other side to surround her in the group. Thackery and Mally’s teeth set on edge as Chessur and Absolem stood up stiff and at the ready. In perfect unison they marched up to the building, Tarrant’s eyes glowing acidly as he none-too-gently pulled the door open with a snap, never taking his eyes off the figure.

Eirian looked up from her phone, natural crimson glow hidden behind blue contacts that turned her eyes purple. She blinked at Alice - the singer looked down and hid closer to Tarrant. She looked at Tarrant - he didn’t blink. She glanced at Absolem, Chessur, and Thackery in succession - Chessur was the only one who didn’t scowl back. She swooped her gaze over Mally’s head, refusing to meet his snarl. The Dormouse growled as the door closed behind them, cutting off the stare downs.

Outside, Eirian cast her eyes skyward for a second, letting them fall closed as she took a deep, steadying breath. Grabbing the bag at her feet, she slipped through the doors and slunk after the band.

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PRISMATIC FANG ~ Ch 8/8 (MTP FANFIC)

Alice wasn’t expecting their Talent Liaison to be on the other side of the suite door when she opened it. She gave the woman a confused head tilt even while trying to manage something approximating a smile of greeting.

“Hello, Miranda, we didn’t expect to see you today.”

Tarrant wandered up behind her and, catching sight of the person outside their home, let an easy smile slide onto his features and waved. “Greetings to the lovely Miranda Sparks!”

Miranda smiled at the Hatter’s words. “Hello, Alice, and greetings to you, too, Tarrant. Sorry to just show up like this, but we were already in the neighborhood.”

Alice’s confused expression turned quizzical. “We?”

Miranda bit her lip for a moment before she leaned back on one foot and looked down the hallway. Slowly, Alice and Tarrant leaned out the door to follow her gaze.

A few paces down the hall, leaned heavily back against the patterned wall, Eirian Fang stood with hands shoved deep in the pockets of her hoodie, staring blankly out the wide windows across from her. The cord of her headphones disappeared into the pocket next to her hands, and even from that distance, the two singers could hear faint strains of music escaping the speakers.

Tarrant suddenly found himself pushed closer to Alice as Mally appeared behind him.

“Hey, Miranda. What’s everyone looking at?” The Dormouse mimicked his friends and Tarrant knew the second he spotted the girl. “What’s going on?”

Miranda took a small, sharp breath. “Could we come in? There’s something I’d like to discuss with the band.”

Eirian glanced up when a hand set a glass of water in front of her on the kitchen table. Seeing the White Rabbit, she gave him a small smile of gratitude before looking back at her phone. Nivens pressed his lips together thoughtfully and retreated back to the living room where the rest of the band was gathered with Miranda.

Alice and Tarrant sat side by side on the couch closest to Tarrant’s great chair that the Talent Liaison was currently occupying. Absolem and Mally stood behind them, with Mally leaned backward against the couch back, watching the proceedings cooly over his shoulder.

Alice was staring behind Tarrant’s head at the kitchen door when Nivens entered. He nodded briefly before walking to where Dinah was perched on the arm of the second couch. Chessur floated along the back of the same couch, giving the appearance of nonchalance while he lounged. Thackery was stretched out on the other end of the couch where he’d been parked most of the day with a book.

They were all very quiet and staring at Miranda. Tarrant found his voice first. “She doesn’t have a home? Did she lose it? We can help her find it, we’ve all lost at least one house, well, perhaps not Alice, she’s incredibly sensible like that, but Thackery—“

“That was one time, Tarrant!”

The ginger grinned at his friend. “Ah, but you still did it.”

Thackery opened his mouth to protest even as Mally pressed a hand over his mouth and turned away to hide his laughter.

Alice put out her hands to shush them. “As amusing as that story sounds, perhaps we should stick to the topic at hand.” She looked at Miranda. “I agree, it is a terribly sad situation, but why come to us? I’m not sure how we can help, most of our group aren’t even from this world.”

Miranda smoothed out her jacket and eyed them. “Before I lay it out, I want you all to know I discussed every possible option a great deal will several other parties before we decided to try this path. We know this is a very delicate situation and we are approaching it as such. That being said - and please don’t answer right away - would you, the members of the Mad T Party Band, at all consider letting Eirian have a room in the suite?”

Eirian had been gazing wistfully out the window at the clear light outside when a sudden void of sound hit her ears and she looked sharply at the door to the living room. There was a distinct lack of noise - no movement, no breathing, no blinking.

And thus the A-Bomb question of all time makes impact on Underland Hiroshima.

“Room?”

“Here?”

“Live here?”

“Her?”

One of Miranda’s tight-shut eyes crept open. She had braced for a barrage of yelling, quite possibly in Underlandish tongues and not-entirely-human voices, so the soft, perplexed words threw her off a little. She glanced around the room. They’d done what she’d asked, they hadn’t answered right away. She could see it on Mally’s face that he had expected to want to throw out a particular answer, only to find himself actually considering the request - and the person it concerned.

The majority of expressions, though, were thoughtful, with mild hints of concern and inner debate. Most everyone was currently retreated inside their own mind to wage war with themselves on the topic. Only Alice and Tarrant were looking outward rather than in for their sounding board. Miranda discreetly averted her eyes when she noticed the pair sitting with knees folded together and fingers tangled, their heads inclined toward the other as they held council within their locked gazes.

She would admit later that it was curiously unnerving to see the group of Underlanders come out of their respective thoughts and look around at each other almost simultaneously, without speaking a word. As one, they turned to watch their Hatter and Champion.

The pair met the group’s patient gaze with a single nod.

Eirian heard the moment the silence void was filled with a single, unified, deeply inhaled breath.

She went back to staring out the window, before remembering the glass of water and taking a sip.

“Does she have much luggage? Do you need the boys to help?”

Miranda glanced at the girl standing at the elevator bank far down the hall. Alice leaned out of the suite door to mimic their previous actions before she caught Miranda’s eye. The other woman shook her head. “She’s been dealing with ... an interesting living situation for a while. Rarely the same place twice. As far as I know, the bag she’s coming back with is everything she owns.”

Alice’s lips parted in a soft gasp. “One? Just one?”

Miranda nodded sadly. “It’s ... a long story. Maybe she’ll get to a point where she’ll tell you. It’s not my place to say.”

“Of course.”

“Maybe you can convince her to go shopping, get some fun stuff just cause.” The liaison’s face was hopeful.

Alice smiled brightly. “That, I would be very happy to do. I bet I could get Dinah to join us too!”

“Make it a proper girl’s day!”

The two women were deep into shopping plans and coordinating schedules and various suggestions from the rest of the group when Eirian stepped back out of the elevator. Adjusting the over-full camping backpack, she began to stalk down the hallway. With her eyes on her feet to avoid tripping, she gauged her distance from the suite by the volume of the two adults still standing in the door.

Their voices faded away as she walked up and Eirian looked up. Both Alice and Miranda were smiling at her- the liaison’s expression hopeful and benevolent, the singer’s soft and understanding in a way that made Eirian arch a brow. Miranda’s smile widened slightly as Alice bid her goodbye and stepped back into the suite, leaving them alone.

Eirian suddenly felt the urge to shuffle her feet.

“If you need anything, I’m still just a phone call away.”

The Jabberwock looked up. It wasn’t hard to see the thinly veiled protective instincts in the older woman’s eyes. She meant what she said. Eirian grinned broadly, showing off her fangs. “Unless it’s four in the morning, cause you’re scary as hell when you get woken up.”

Miranda laughed, grimacing at a particular memory of that very situation. “You’re right, but that also means I get shit done, kid, and don’t you forget it.”

The teen’s grin fell into a quiet smirk. “Couldn’t if I tried.”

“Good. I’ll probably swing by practice sometime next week, so I’ll see you then if not before.”

“Aye aye, captain.” Eirian held out a loose fist towards the woman. Miranda shook her head laughingly and returned the fist bump easily before turning to head to the elevators. Eirian stepped to the slightly ajar suite door, pausing to watch her leave. Miranda threw a final wave before she vanished into the lift and was gone.

Looking warily at the sliver of room she could see past the door, Eirian squared her shoulders and gave her head a hard shake. Feeling the weight of her horns pull at the back of her skull helped calm the nerves starting to tingle in her chest.

Don’t be a jerk. It’s a room and a bed and a real kitchen. It’s better than where you’ve been. Not as good as where you were but so much better than where you’ve been. You can do this. They’re not going to stab you in your sleep. Probably. Oh my gods, Eirian, shut up and just MOVE.

Eirian blinked as she stared at the one person in the living room. Thackery had resettled himself on the couch and was once more engulfed in his book. One of his ears twitching slightly as she closed the door was the only sign he even noticed she was there, and Eirian reasoned the twitch was probably more of an instinctual muscle reaction to noise anyways.

The room wasn’t complicated and she memorized the floor plan quick enough, deducing the halls where the bedrooms probably were.

Alice’s blonde head popped out of one of them and smiled at her. “Your room’s down here.”

Quickly Eirian nodded and scuttled after her.

Fourth door on the right. A window. En-suite. And a few basic pieces of furniture inbound to tide her over until they could get more ‘Eirian-styled things’ as Alice put it. She’d almost missed thanking the singer before Alice was leaving her to her own devices until the furniture arrived.

Eirian allowed the backpack to slide from her shoulder as she wandered to the window. It was edging towards later afternoon, the white light gaining that familiar golden tint. Her room faced a bit west, letting the sun spill through the glass.

Do you think they’ll let me stay, Mom? I think I might like to stay. Please let them let me stay.

She sighed and let the light flood against her closed eyelids.

It’d be nice to not be alone anymore.

Welp. we did it, kids. I hope everyone who joined me on this weird ride had fun. I definitely hope to see everyone and more in the coming fics! 

Weirdmaste, TCups! ❤️💜💚💙💖🖤

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A/N: yo ho ho yo another post from meeeeee! author’s note on the chapter says it all, I’m practically dying and that’s all there is to it

The push bar creaking before it went down tugged at Thackery’s concentration, focused as he was on making sure both his basses were ready to go. Casually the Hare glanced over as Eirian bodily pushed the door open and walked in.

He raised a mental eyebrow at the oddly-shaped hat she had managed to finagle over her horns. Watching her yank the headwear off as soon as she was safe in their warehouse had him giving her an unseen nod of solidarity - out of everyone in the band, he knew that particular annoyance all too well. Instinctively Thack reached up beneath his bandana to scratch the base of one of his ears and smiled ruefully.

Turning his attention back to the girl, he watched nonchalantly as she paused just inside the door, head movements sharp as her eyes darted around the room.

Are we looking for something?

The bassist’s brow furrowed slightly and he stood up a bit straighter as Eirian walked among the sea of folding tables. She stopped at one closer to the bandstand, shrugging off a small backpack and dropping the offending hat into a chair.

The buzzing vibrations suddenly coming from her back pocket made the nerves in his ears tingle. Her hand darted back to clumsily dig out a small phone. Flipping the front open, she began to intently stare at the screen. Thack absently blessed his genetics as he easily picked out the minuscule tale-tell movements in the girl’s face as her muscles relaxed a smidge. Whatever she was looking at on the little device had released some tension he hadn’t even noticed she’d been carrying.

Both Eirian and Thackery jumped when Chessur let loose with a spontaneously crashing drum solo.

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He sniffed. All that floated across his nose were the fragrances of nearby flowers, the unnatural, harsh chemical particles of the human world, a particular swirl of gray from a passing cloud being pierced by a sunbeam.

The barest trace of a tongue poked out between needling eyeteeth. All that tickled his tastebuds was the tang of a bird in a nearby tree, the fizzle of sunlight glittering off moving water, the thick, rich smoothness of true want and love.

His eyes narrowed and he swept them around suspiciously. All he saw was manipulated metal and constrained gaia and the wavy glow of life and magic filling the spaces between the world’s reality.

Chessur sighed, letting his head dangle off the side of the roof he was currently lounging on. Something was wonky in the state of Overland, and he had yet to poke it with even a single claw.

“The more you hunt it, the faster it will run away.”

The teal cat eyes flared as they drug lazily over to observe the speaker. Absolem leaned casually against a duct vent as he took a slow drag from his e-cig. Disney had requested he curb his smoking tendencies while in more public areas of the grounds. In general, he just found it easier than carting real cigarettes around.

“But I do so like a good hunt.”

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A/N: I wanted to try something different format-wise, so here’s my first chaptered MTP fic. still gonna post the updates to tumblr (I know sometimes we don’t have the extra minutes to go to a different site to read the rest of a fic) but I’d really love to see other TCups hanging out on the MTP tags on Ao3, ya know, having fun and keeping the T Spirit alive and well.

Summary: As a prism reveals the rainbow when exposed to light, so a person's true colors are revealed in the face of contention.

Something about that day tasted different. It could have been the weather was particularly nice, the sun not too hot, the wind a constant gentle breeze. It could have been the post-rain shower zip that happens in places where rain wasn’t too frequent.

It could, very possibly, have been the fact that Mally and Thackery were successfully teasing the group’s resident Mad Hatter while Alice laughed, and the trio’s hijinks were making even ever-stoic Absolem crack the tiniest of smirks. It was a rare occurrence that the entire Mad T Party Band headed to rehearsals at the same time and even more so, that they all started from the same place, allowing them to travel together.

But most probably the likeliest reason was that the sun was a useful tool in keeping the shadows in their minds at bay and the park’s resident Underlanders were working extremely hard to not think about one particular set of Mad T from a week and a half ago and the creature that had been unceremoniously thrust into their lives.

All this effort was for naught, of course. As the boisterous group approached the rehearsal warehouse, magnetically each gaze was drawn to the dark figure braced against the wall next to the double doors.

There was a moment of slowing, the instinct flowing between them warning them to stay away, run, fight!

Alice tightened her hold around Tarrant’s arm before the Hatter shuffled her to his other side to surround her in the group. Thackery and Mally’s teeth set on edge as Chessur and Absolem stood up stiff and at the ready. In perfect unison they marched up to the building, Tarrant’s eyes glowing acidly as he none-too-gently pulled the door open with a snap, never taking his eyes off the figure.

Eirian looked up from her phone, natural crimson glow hidden behind blue contacts that turned her eyes purple.  She blinked at Alice - the singer looked down and hid closer to Tarrant. She looked at Tarrant - he didn’t blink. She glanced at Absolem, Chessur, and Thackery in succession - Chessur was the only one who didn’t scowl back. She swooped her gaze over Mally’s head, refusing to meet his snarl. The Dormouse growled as the door closed behind them, cutting off the stare downs.

Outside, Eirian cast her eyes skyward for a second, letting them fall closed as she took a deep, steadying breath. Grabbing the bag at her feet, she slipped through the doors and slunk after the band.