#Gellert's going through the 5 stages of grief like a blender

[apicelladonna]

I cannot thank you enough for this! I'm actually blushing so hard to see this in my notifs. 😭💙

This little work of mine has been nagging at my head for the entire summer and I'm slowly making sense of them each time I stare at Gellert's face- (Mads girlie )- and I'm glad it's seeing some daylight!!

It's actually going to get WORSE!! (For Gellert or for Albus or for Newt for the entire wizarding world? Who knows!!😋) And I'm excited to share its unfolding tragedy with you all.

Because this situation ship literally stared a war like Helen of Troy and its driving me up the walls with how the movie franchise' could have handled it better :(( but nonetheless, im thankful for what we have and now the creative liberty either to build or burn it all down!

Worldbuilding is pain but an enjoyable endeavor rn esp with how large the divergence is happening in my gdocs for them!

I wanna make this real, I remember reading somewhere that to make a story stick, if it is fictional then it should sound non-fictional to some degree with its world building- even with supplementing wizarding politics is a pain that I actually had to call on my friend who is a professor on politics and governance and another friend of mine who is actually a journalist (shout out to Angelo and Mary!!!)

For example, for the ICW election it happens winter solstice of dec 22, 1932. Because winter solstice has said to have magical properties to enhance said desired qualities, virtues, of the next supreme mugwump. Or what the load of bullshit the Continental Boards will say since we know how Vogel twisted the elections.

in other words, both Gellert and Newt celebrated the yuletide and new year mourning their love one-

....................................anyways, Prometheus had Blue Fire chp 1 now in Ao3!

"What are you doing here?"

He turns around at the source of the voice, a young lady standing at the edge of the darkness, her form ethereal and shimmering like a wisp of fog in the moonlight.

"Hello," he greets her, his voice calm and measured, "Isn't this where all souls go when they are Passing?"

"It is," she replies, her voice tinged with an otherworldly echo, "but I wasn't expecting you!"

"But I'm already here, aren't I? Am I not allowed to Cross?" he asks once more, gently, to the poor panicking girl. He swears he has seen those eyes before—

It's his own. "Ari?" he breathes, the name a whisper on his lips.

The girl looks at him with fear, her eyes wide and haunted. "You shouldn't be here just yet, Albus. You're supposed to still live a hundred years! Become a headmaster!"

"I don't think I'm suited for that kind of power, Ari," he admits to his sister, his voice soft and filled with a melancholy resignation.

"None is suited for power, brother, but you were supposed to still take it, be burdened by it, not this! T-That!" She points at him directly, her hand trembling.

There is nothing but the impenetrable darkness, a void that stretches infinitely behind Albus.

"What do you see, Ariana?" he asks, his voice a mere whisper, barely audible over the silence that presses in around them.

What?

What did Gellert do?

-Prometheus had Blue Fire, Purgatorio

well this took a dark turn,,,,this was suppose to be a warm up art!

Chapter 1 of Prometheus had Blue Fire is now on Ao3!