#Fic: A Mug of Love

[my-castles-crumbling]

stage - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 236

"Potter! What have you done?"

Though people often joked that Sirius was meant for the stage, what with his theatrics and flair for the arts, James knew that it was Regulus who was truly dramatic. He would never say a word about it, as he valued his bollocks in their proper place, but, as they relaxed in their flat, he had to literally bite at his lip to stop from smiling. "What is it, love?" he asked, trying not to look at Regulus too adoringly.

"These are decorative mugs, James," Regulus sighed from the doorway of the sitting room, pointing at the offending object now full of tea. "Why are you drinking out of one?"

The mug, which read, 'Two grooms are better than one,' sat innocently on the coaster James had made sure to use. "Erm. Because I like being reminded I'm married to you?" James asked, lips flickering up in a hopeful smile as he looked at his husband, who had his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed.

Immediately, Regulus melted, his body relaxing and his eyes softening into the perfect silvery grey James loved. "Oh," he whispered, looking like he, too, was trying not to smile. "Well."

James stood and walked forward, pulling Regulus into a hug, pressing a kiss into his soft, black curls, inhaling the familiar scent of his favorite person. "Any other questions, baby?"

"Just...just wash it well."

"Alright, darling."

[mintcakeart]

Summer, 1989. A little piece of the sun.

more steddyification of pinterest pics

[frankiebirds]

okay look i know why elle says "male and female, right?" (elle is jokingly making sure there will be men there as well) and why morgan says "young, beautiful adults" rather than "young, beautiful women" (because he's talking about elle, who likes men, as well as himself, who likes women) but canon is what i make it and im deciding they are bisexual. end post.

[steelycunt]

everyone get up and make some noise for sirius' vivienne westwood two cowboys with their cocks out shirt!! we're losing our minds over here for sirius' vivienne westwood two cowboys with their cocks out shirt!!

[good-beanswrites]

sorryf im being mentally ill about hallucination event right now SO in the LCSyS au, would there be something like it :o? Like after all of it's over or something, how crazy would it be if Jackalope tried to get them all together just to do one last concert?

Never apologize for being mentally ill about Milgram content 😌👍 We are all in it together 😔👍I'm combining this answer with a reply to @kikithedeceiver (and spiraling out of control from both)

I've had a lot of ideas about the project being public in LCSyS, but was holding off including it for few reasons – the audience’s voices would conflict with Es as their own character. Knowing the public was watching would change the way the prisoners acted (even if they thought they were acting natural). It’s a long time that the families would have to deal with the public knowing about their loved one’s almost-crime. I also like the idea of this au ending with the prisoners returning to very normal lives. 

Buuuuut it is such a fun idea, and popularity seems an essential part of an actors au. So, I’m not naming this as canon, but here’s a pitch if you liked that idea and wanted to run with it :3

The team doesn’t tell the participants that they’ve been recording/collecting certain material to release. If a translation is left out by accident, the prisoners just assume it’s for a foreign team member – they have no idea how close/far Milgram reaches. 

The third trial begins. The prisoners are inside the prison, and on the final stretch of the trials. On the outside, Jackalope contacts families for signatures to release the material publicly. The team thought about censoring names and things, but seeing current fans’ investigation skills, they knew it was a matter of time before they put pieces together anyway. This may be super illegal but for the sake of the story I’ll say that family consent is enough lmao.

Some of them are easy to convince to sign off on everything, since it can raise awareness for their loved one’s struggles. Muu’s family takes the longest, as it would risk ruining their reputation. (They’re only swayed because it truly is a great opportunity to show off Muu’s talents for those modeling scouts, and she didn’t actually kill anyone in the end.) Kazui’s family refuses to release his info, but Hinako uses sway with her marital status to sign off instead (I pictured things happening fast enough where she hasn’t gotten an official divorce yet). Hinako still struggles with what he did, but she thinks he’s doing something incredibly brave now. I’m not 100% sure what’s going through Amane’s father’s mind, but if the murder really was in line with the cult’s beliefs, maybe he believes that Amane will be be a shining representation of their religion. He wants to show her off as their little golden child.

The experiment is published in its current form: music videos, voice dramas, timeline conversations, interrogation questions, etc. It’s brought to more than just science/psychology circles, though. Jackalope has no shame in marketing it as entertainment, hence the stockholders mentioned. He assures the sociologists that this will be a major breakthrough for them. He tells music labels he's got the new hit thing for them. He leans into the excitement of releases and merchandise in the hopes of gaining attention for the experiment. Needless to say, it works. Even though the audience has no sway over Es’ decisions, they are encouraged to make decisions for themselves on what they would judge each prisoner. There’s the same types of theory/analysis/discourse posts passed around. 

When the trials end, the prisoners are released into the world to find they’re famous. Instead of trudging back to their lives feeling that society hates them, they find tons of adoring fans telling them how much they understand and forgive them. Even if their final verdict was guilty, they have hundreds of voices assuring them that they are loved. That they are not alone. This attention really helps Haruka, Amane, (and maybe Es) who don’t have a good home to go back to. Not only can they reenter society, they are welcomed with open arms. They are looked after and showered in love. Some of the adults realize they want to use this popularity to lead the charge of social change. They create/support projects meant to help people who are facing their struggles.

And of course, there’s the other type of fame as well. Yuno loves answering fanmail and turning her karaoke hobby into a music career. Kazui goes from a life of feeling rejected and disgusting to scrolling through comments upon comments of men oogling him. Mahiru gets offers from fashion magazines and blogs to write up sections about self-love. Amane gets to live out her dream of being a performer, hinted at in her first two mvs. Fuuta is flustered by all the positive attention his appearance/voice is getting. Mikoto… well, I just wish him luck when he opens tiktok…

Which brings us to the live event! The prisoners have tried to keep in touch while adjusting to their new lives as almost-murderers-turned-idols. They’re amazed at how well-recieved the trial songs were. Those were some of their most personal, shameful secrets, and people relate to them? People love singing them?? People want a concert featuring them??? Jackalope encourages them to get together for one last encore. Some are thrilled with the opportunity, others are still nervous about the whole thing. Some think it’s in poor taste, that Jackalope is milking them for entertainment. But with a bit of conversing amongst themselves, they realize they all want a chance to sing like that again, and see each other in one place again. (It’s ironic because in my head Mahiru is the one to convince everyone to come ;--;) 

It’s strange putting on the uniforms again. Es is unsure about putting on their guard’s cloak. But the minute they stop onstage, they’re met with wild applause. They can sing their fears and dreams to a huge crowd and see in real time how it’s reaching others. They hear the cheers after each song. They hear that it’s streamed all over the world. All of them have an absolute blast, and pour their heart and soul into their performances.

[paper-bag-arts]

EVERYONE GO AND READ @mswendla’s FIC One Week Later RIGHT NOW‼️‼️🗣️🗣️

[eliteseven]

So what did Serena make Jen for breakfast today?

Aw thank you for indulging me 🥰 lmao

Since it’s not a weekend and she can’t run to Gale’s for fresh coffee and cinnamon buns…

She probs wore her little “kiss the cook” apron that Jen got her (as an excuse to make out with her in the kitchen but that’s another story) and got to work making fluffy pancakes, a la Emmeline. I feel like Tav likes savory foods more so breakfast is usually just a “how happy can I make Jen” affair.

Jen isn’t used to being spoiled by her partner and that’s unacceptable to Serena!!! she cannot even fathom it. She draws syrup hearts on her pancakes and makes foam art in the latte she hands her 😭

[smilingmarauder]

I've read your fic Automatic Love and ever since it hasn't left my mind. I keep thinking about scenes from it and going insane haha. It is so good!! You clearly have a talent for writing! When I saw you had a tumblr I just wanted to stop in and tell you that I adore your work :)

I'm so sorry I waited to reply but I really thank you for this message. I admit that more than once I thought about giving up, especially after such a long break. It's a little story that I want to commit to finishing and your words have encouraged me a lot. I hope this little preview of the new chapter finds you well, and I really hope you will like it. Thanks again! <3

[forever-blueskies]

AO3 writers are always trying to put all 20 drivers in the narrative like their life depends on it FUCKKKKK... why Ocon the bus driver all of a sudden

[amugoffandoms]

hehe silly doodle day!! here's day seven of milgramtober!!

"What the FU–?!" Fuuta's voice resounds through the panopticon.

"E-eh...?" Muu walks out of her cell and spots Fuuta running from the other side of the panopticon.

"Oh, Muu, do you know what's going on?" Yuno walks over from her cell. "I heard Fuuta yelling, but I kind of assumed he was just yelling at someone again." She shrugs.

"Um... Muu doesn't know what's going on either..." Muu mumbles.

"MOVE! MOVE!!" Fuuta screams as he runs closer to Muu and Yuno, who quickly move to the wall.

"What's going on?" Yuno asks as Fuuta finally stops running and puts his hands on his knees to take a breath.

"Mikoto... released... a fucking spider... into... the cells." Fuuta pants.

"A spider can't be that bad?" Yuno blinks.

"It's still a spider!" Muu wails.

"Oh, I guess that's true..." Yuno sighs. "...is someone else running ove–"

"FUUTA, IT'S COMING!" Mikoto shrieks as he dashes towards the group.

"...oh no." Fuuta whispers before grabbing Yuno and Muu by the arms. "We need to go. Let's go, come on!"

He starts running off, dragging Yuno and Muu along with him.

"Okay, okay! I'm coming!" Yuno runs as Fuuta pulls her along.

"H-Hey, Muu isn't ready for this–" Muu cries out. "...wait, um... where's Haruka?"

Fuuta and Mikoto both immediately stop. Fuuta looks over at Mikoto.

"I thought you grabbed him and he was lagging behind??" Fuuta huffs.

"Well, I thought you brought him here and left him in his cell! " Mikoto throws his hands in the air.

"Hey, doesn't that mean you left him with the spider?" Yuno points out.

"Spiders." Fuuta states. "Mikoto decided to disturb the fucking spider nest in one of the cells."

"Mikoto, you what–?" Yuno looks at Mikoto.

Mikoto frantically waves his hands around. "Okay, look– I didn't realize it was a spider nest until spiders started escaping it."

"You poked a spider's nest???" Yuno stares at Mikoto, complete shock on her face.

"Ah– Okay, well–"

"Mikoto!" Yuno exclaims.

"Okay, okay!" Mikoto sighs.

Yuno huffs before laughing.

"Um... I know we're having a good time here, but Haruka is still with the spiders..." Muu pipes up.

"...oh, SHIT–" Fuuta's eyes become wide. "Fuck, okay– Who is going to get him?"

No one raises their hand.

Muu sighs. "Muu can go, even if Muu is a little scared... For Haruka!"

"Thank you, Muu." Mikoto nods.

"Okay, now, go, go, go!"

"Muu is going, but where??" Muu huffs.

"Oh, right, ah–" Fuuta points in the direction where Haruka is and Muu runs off.

Muu starts speeding up as she notices blue hair. Eventually, she can see all of Haruka. "Haruka!"

"O-oh, Muu!" Haruka turns around.

There are spiders all around him.

Some of them look like they're twitching.

...Muu wants to leave now.

"Um... what have you been doing?" Muu watches Haruka awkwardly stand there.

"...ah... I was... stomping on the spiders. They're smaller than me, s-so I can kill them, right...?" Haruka slowly walks closer to Muu.

"Oh." Muu blinks. "Um... Haruka, Muu thinks there's more spiders than the ones Haruka has been stomping on."

"W-What?" Haruka stops walking right in front of Muu and begins turning around to look.

"I think there's going to be too many to stomp on eventually. So, you need to come with me!" Muu grabs Haruka's hand and starts running.

"A-ah, Muu–" Haruka starts while he tries catching up to Muu.

"No time! The spiders are going to chase Haruka and Muu!" Muu cries out as she tugs on Haruka's hand.

Haruka has a confused look on his face, but he starts running faster to try to catch up with Muu.

"They're here!" Mikoto shouts as Muu and Haruka round the corner.

Fuuta immediately stops pacing. "Why did you guys take so long??"

"Haruka thought he could stomp on the spiders." Muu explains, still confused why he'd decide to do that first.

"What." Fuuta turns to Haruka.

"U-um..." Haruka tugs at the end of his shirt. "They're smaller than me... So, I thought..."

"I mean, that's true." Yuno shrugs. "But, I honestly don't think someone can stomp on all the spiders. I think some would escape."

"Oh." Haruka blinks. "Ah, wait, doesn't that mean—"

The somehow both loud and quiet sound of crawling starts drawing closer.

"HOLY SHIT–"

"Okay, so it's time to run now!"

"Yep, yep. I agree with Mikoto. Let's go–"

"Ah, wait for Muu–"

"And me...!"

Yuno, Mikoto, Fuuta, Muu, and Haruka burst into the common room.

Kazui, Kotoko, Mahiru, Shidou, and Amane stare at the door.

"..."

"..."

"What are you doing?" Amane asks, looking a little annoyed by whatever just happened.

"Spiders." Fuuta tiredly says as he walks over to a table and sits down.

"Spiders??" Mahiru repeats, confused. "There are spiders?"

"Yes!" Muu nods as she sits down. "Muu and Haruka had to run from so many of them! It was so scary..."

Haruka nods in agreement.

"You were being chased by spiders?" Shidou questions. "Couldn't you kill them?"

"Haruka already tried that, but they still chased Muu and Haruka!" Muu cries.

"Oh dear..." Shidou mumbles.

"Oh, you all found the spider nest." Kotoko takes a sip of her protein drink.

"YOU KNEW ABOUT IT??" Fuuta's hands slam into the table.

"And, you didn't tell us...??" Mikoto awkwardly rubs his neck.

"I assumed you all would ignore it until Es found it. I guess not." Kotoko sighs.

"Mikoto, please never do that again." Yuno exhales as she sits down on a table.

"I'm sorry, alright? I didn't mean to!" Mikoto sighs.

"Eh, wait... Kayano, you touched the nest?" Shidou places his cup of tea on the table.

"Yes! I'm sorry, alright?" Mikoto places his head on a table when he sits down.

"Oh dear..." Kazui awkwardly laughs. "We told Es about the spider nest and they said they would deal with it. About now, I think."

"Isn't that good...? They're going to deal with all those spiders for us!" Muu asks before realizing.

Es bursts through the common room doors.

"You all said the spiders were still in its nest?!"

"Oh, come on!" Mikoto groans.

"Wait, are they coming here??" Muu looks like she's about to sob. "Muu doesn't even want to go back to her cell if there are spiders swarming it!"

"Okay, that's it!" Es huffs. "Everyone will be sleeping in the interrogation room while I deal with the spider problem."

"O-oh, yay...?" Muu blinks.

"Oh, this is going to be so fun!" Mikoto grins. "Haruka, we should have a pillow fight!"

"E-eh...? 'Pillow fight'...?" Haruka blinks.

"Have you not done one before? Oh, man! Now you really need to do one with me." Mikoto wraps an arm around Haruka's shoulder.

"A-ah, wait, um... okay."

"Sleepover time!" Mahiru squeals.

"Oh, are you–"

"Fuuta, come on~" Yuno grins.

"Fine, fine!" Fuuta huffs.

"Oh, what are we going to do?" Mahiru hums.

"If everyone's silent at night, then I don't mind." Amane states. "I would like to study at night."

"Ah, Amane, would you like me to–"

"No."

"Yuzuriha, will you be joining these activities?" Kazui asks. "This old man... sort of got roped into these." He laughs.

Kotoko sighs. "Fine. Considering we've spent so much time together anyways, it should be fine."

"Oh, thank goodness." Kazui exhales with relief.

Muu watches Es shake their head and turns around.

There's a spider on their hat.

Muu freezes.

"THERE'S A SPIDER ON ES' HAT!!"

[infriga]

I just read Undefined Variable by Dark_Nation and I am frothing at the mouth gnawing my arms off losing my mind y'all should go check it out it's great:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47407228

I'm gonna add it to my DBH rec list that I swear to god I'm still working on, but I'm also making a post about it now because it made me insane pls consider reading it

[reachthezeneth]

I Want to Hold Quinn's Hand

YT Music playlist | Fic on AO3

[allthecastlesonclouds]

castles pls ramble about your wips /is there anything you're working on and/or excited to share????

omgggg yes i have been STRUGGLING this past two weeks because i. uh. sprained my right wrist (my dominant hand) and doing Anything At All hurts so i have SO MANY thoughts in my head and nothing's going to come out of it until i'm healed

fight or flight has been a really interesting fic for me to write specifically bc i. didn't grow up religious? my mom's atheist and my dad's catholic and i've never gone to church, but religion is really interesting to me, and the topic of fate and God is really intriguing. i like looking into faith and fate and learning about the different ways people see things, and i wanted to write a fic that felt. A Lot. like my dad's Catholic Childhood ExperienceTM and where he and his siblings are now in life, since all of them fell to different religions different ways and still keep in contact. i also wanted to touch on suburban family relationships in general bc goddamn those are fucked up.

fight or flight was originally going to be a lot more Kristen Vs Mac and Donna– the document title's still a pun based on that– but the more i thought about it the little it fit with her character: as much as kristen is bold, she's much more of a say something and run character– she doesn't quite know what'll happen after she says anything, does she? and she doesn't think before she speaks, so if anything goes wrong, she's likely to flee.

i've also started revamping my Coffe AU! it was, essentially, a modern coffeeshop au where different characters were in slightly different scenarios and the bad kids didn't quite become a friendgroup until after college, where adaine and ayda ran a coffee shop and the sig figs were Vibing and riz? worked five million jobs? and aelwyn actually gets therapy. the pacing of the fic was bad, though, and it was overall unrealistic, so i'm planning out a slightly different fic– they're all going to the same excessively large college, and keep meeting up at the coffee shop Ayda and Adaine run for said college. goldenhoard was the main villain in the first one; kalina was fully a housecat; cass didn't even EXIST because i wrote it before i got a dropout account and i only could watch up to ep3 of sophomore year! that's all changing, though; the gukgaks still have a cat named kalina but she Is Named After Someone

the "fic", if i ever get around to writing it, would be an actual longfic, written from one person's perspective, and a series of oneshots for a buncha other characters. the longfic was originally from adaine's perspective, but i might go fig this time around bc my girl adaine is Hard and i want the challenge of writing from the perspective of someone who isn't the Main Character of the story.

(also. coffe!aelwyn my beloved. she's trying so hard.)

i had a riz + mordred fic in the works, but since it seems mordred is going to be in jy a lot, that one's on hold until the season goes. i wanted to write it because the premise made me laugh: it was riz really sweetly bonding with different members of mordred and then him and zayn. awkwardly staring at each other as they realize their adaine's-best-friend title will never belong to either of them again and will forever be ayda's.

i wrote a drawtectives fic recently, which i know you're not in the fanbase for but i started a second one, from york's perspective, which cycles around rosé going back to college and york learning how The City is different and what family is to him (and also learning to cook bc grandma is the Only Competent One) AND i want to round out the trio, since the first was a rosé fic and this ones a york and so the third would be a grendan one, which is about getting york to his fashion shoots, i think? that one's a lot more up in the air, because. i want them to be Mostly Separate and so i want to see where york takes me.

and, in the drawtectives vein, i'm working on episode transcripts! pre-sprain, i could do 10 pages per hour, but now i'm down to 4-6, depending on the complexity. it's the only thing i don't struggle to do bc it's mostly writing names and correcting (or messing up) some grammar. i finished s1 on the... 18th? 19th? and i'm about 25 minutes into s2ep1 so. it's gonna take a while. but GOD i'm becoming a lore keeper for this. and also my vocal recognition for These Four People Specifically is. so good now. i can recognize their hums, it's insane.

and my friend (the most lovely and also basically inactive @mug-fullof-roses) and i are making plushies! just four drawtectives (the guys and also eugene), and we're still in the fabric buying but i think i'm going to try to find some good patterns over break because. clothing??? help??

and!! bringing it around again!! i've sketched out the dumbest comic for dance au bc something happened in my dance class that had me going "bad kids right here" the entire week. my hiphop teacher started playing that billie eilish song from the barbie movie, stared at the computer for a solid five seconds, then went 'sorry this isn't it' and tapped the computer once to change it to whatcha know bout me by nicki minaj. god. wild. love her dearly.

i have So Many Quotes from dance i might just make a danceau incorrect quotes post bc. we wild.

[randomwriteronline]

Mustrudi came cold, and with it came the university’s winter break; and on its eve Ingo blew gently on his fingers to keep them warm.

The sea was calm, and there were slow heavy flakes falling from a grey sky. He could immagine the top of those clouds with a staggering clarity - the shifting waves and the softened rush of the wind, smoothening everything into quiet, like the ocean of cumuli that had his knees weak as he watched it pass by through the ruined top of Dragonspire Tower.

(They had seen it as children, taken by their uncle, and they had spent what felt like an hour looking at it breathlessly, Emmet had said - and then they had dragged Iris along when she was old enough, which was why she had been the one to bring him back to those beautiful old stones to see that vaporous sea so perfectly reflected in the saltwater he was sitting on right now.)

His eyes followed the light gray trail of the cigarette’s smoke back down, until he reached the reddening tips of Briosa’s fingers, peeking through her mitts.

She took a drag and swayed it out of her mouth with a lazy motion, letting her hand fall on the knee she had propped up on its twin; flat lips pushed forward, she blew without whistling, slow, so that the smoke would build up, turning into big soft bouts of fog.

Her short frame let her lay across the width of the boat, heavy boots hanging safely above the waves without getting wet, an arm sitting on the railing, head reclined and cap down over her closed eyes. Relaxed.

Mawile was swaddled tight and warm in an old repurposed fleece scarf, following Cryogonal’s trajectory as she floated about way too high.

The air was crisp.

It reminded him of the Icelands when the summer ended (always too quickly) or the Highlands when the spring came (always too slowly).

Ingo breathed in and felt at peace.

How nice.

Briosa sniffled: the tip of her long broken nose curled like a Buneary’s, red as a Cheri, and she rubbed it with the coarse wool back of her gloves.

“Alright,” she announced, pulling her legs back into the boat and slapping her cigarette back in her mouth, “Better get back to shore before our asses fall off from the cold or Emmet finds out you’re over the big terrifying ocean and tries to kick my rotulas in.”

Ingo snorted.

The wind cut at his face; he hid it deeper in his coat.

She stopped him before he could say bye on the docks, reaching into her backpack and pulling out some kind of plastic bag chock full of little dumplings.

“Warm Mustrudi!” she said, handing them over to him. “Turtlén. With the pasta and the meat stuffing made by hand by me. Takes two minutes to cook in boiling broth. Don’t know how many people y’all might be having with you know, family, Elesa, so I got you a bunch since I make way too many just to be safe.”

“You did not have to!” Ingo replied, signing slowly as he spoke.

Briosa smiled sharply with her wide rectangular grin: “Yes I did! I promised Emmet a year or more back I’d make them for him and then I kept forgetting. And anyways it’s tradition! Turtlén in broth on Mustrudi eve. It’s even snowing. Perfect weather.”

The taller man accepted, thanking her profusely and asking her to wait just a moment. The substitute looked curiously as he rummaged in what seemed to be an endless pocket of his coat.

When the other pulled out a pair of tall disks wrapped in thick white papers and offered them to her, the cigarette nearly fell out of her mouth.

“Is that the-?”

“Gogoat brie!” he nodded.

“The one you guys had back in--?”

“Correct!”

Briosa looked up at him with eyes so wide they barely fit in her face.

“For me?” she asked, voice so high in pitch and cutesy it was almost enough to give him twelve cavities and then some.

Ingo nodded again, thrusting the cheese in her hands. For a moment, she did not seem at all a thirty-one years-old man with a tooth collection and a penchant for violence; she was giddy, like a little boy with the world in his hands, eyes shiny and gleeful with disbelief, holding the food to her chest like it was the most perfect gift ever.

It was literally just cheese.

Knowing her, she couldn’t wait to cut a slice for her father to try out that evening.

Warm Mustrudi!, Ingo signed as loudly and fluidly as he could.

Briosa laughed her rubber Ducklett laugh as he began to leave, Mawile waving at him from her shoulder, her squeaky voice hindered by the cig she was still trying to hold onto until it finally fell into the water; she slapped a hand over her curly bracket-shaped smile and blew him the biggest kiss.

[steelycunt]

an um. snippet. from me. for the first time since. july :-)

[gotmyass2marz]

you ever read the most traumatizing and angst-ridden fic regarding a character you kin and just go “god fucking dammit im gonna have the WORST kin memories about this later arent i”