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thebahwrites · 2 years ago

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The prompt for IceMav was "AU where flowers grow on people. A person has their own representative flowers (most commonly grows from/around the head area) and other flowers grow on the body like tattoos according to flower language and their feelings/emotions. Tdlr: human emotion bouquets".

I liked this one a lot and ended up thinking about it, warming up to write for the day so here's my take on it! (Not exactly the details in the prompt but hope you still like it!)

IceMav + (Personal) Flowers (Also it's long as balls so, cut halfway!)

It annoys Tom to no end.

It gets on every single one of his nerves, like he's a whole burn injury exposed raw. No relief, no cold water to sooth it. Maverick's eyes on him feel like an insistent pressure over those sensitive nerves.

And the worst part is that it shows. He can't help the showing. Suppressing feelings and emotions works externally and it works when they're all dressed and covered. But in the close quarters of TOPGUN's locker room, Iceman can't avoid the eyes.

Those damning green eyes that seemed to track his every move with a challenge beyond words.

But Mitchell won't say anything, despite being so good at running his mouth every other moment, he won't say anything. He'll be a brat and smirk, mouth something off to Goose just outside of Ice's ear range and the eyes will be right back on him.

Which, of course, in return, makes the stems of his flower markings crawl over his shoulders and arms - and if Tom were any less careful over himself, he knows they'd be sprouting thorns in no time.

What a pain.

It annoys him even further that Maverick wears his heart on his sleeve, quite literally. That green stems and assorted flowers paint his skin ever so shamelessly, like a living garden, the other pilot's back is painted with golden California poppies, pink desert roses, red dahlias and all sorts of small white daisies. Maverick is unbothered by the markings because that's all they remained. Markings. A public garden of human emotion.

Unlike everyone else, except for Tom, Maverick's flowers never sprouted.

Ever. Even when his arms, back and chest were covered in the drawings. And Tom, who'd so carefully keep himself to bare, thorny stems, hated it. So he had no idea what the other man's actual flowers were, they seemed to be all of them.

But as life and fate would have, Tom would eat those feelings and regret every single one of them. Standing right outside that same locker room, now in silence, he can't help the way his own skin crawls.

Stepping inside it's the smell that reaches Iceman first and it's so surprising he has to consciously keep himself from gasping. It's not one he's felt before, soft, fresh, almost like spring rain. Looking down, it's... blue petals littering all the way inside.

Like a heartbreaking breadcrumb trail leading in, those petals pave the way to a Maverick sitting inside, half dressed, G-suit at the waist, hands nervously carding around his neck and head, grabbing poor flower sprouts and crushing them mercilessly. His arms and shoulder, where they could be seen, a barren wasteland of markings. Nothing but unmarred skin. All of that garden now dead. Maverick wouldn't cry but he didn't have to. Iceman swallows thickly, standing there nervously, realizing he shouldn't be watching this.

Yet he won't pry his eyes away. He can't.

Looking down at one of those ripped buds that apparently had barely escaped its creator's wrath and grief, he leans in to pick it up. A myosotis. No. Tom had known that little flower by another name.

Forget-me-not.

He'd have expected Maverick's signature flower to be something vibrant and exceptional and annoying like him. Maybe dangerous even. A red rose. Maybe something poisonous. Not the little blue scorpion grass flower. It almost makes him want to laugh.

He doesn't. Stepping inside, instead, sitting silently besides Maverick, lips pressed together. There's no words for this kind of grief and his own brand of guilt. Tom catches Pete side eyeing him, wet, black hair spilling down over his bloodshot eyes.

"...what's the name?" The question comes from him and Ice doesn't understand at first.

He's surprised by Maverick's hand coming up, shakily and reaching behind his ear, plucking a single, lonely white flower.

Oh.

"Hellebore− Wait, Maverick... don't− don't touch it− it's−" "Poisonous." Maverick says in quiet awe, holding the white flower ever so gently in his palm. He brings it up, up so close to his face, ever so gently smelling the flower. "...winter rose, right? Suits you."

Iceman realizes, right there and then, sitting side-by-side with Maverick, watching the crown of deeply blue myosotis crawl around his head and die, shedding petals everywhere that he's a goner.

And Pete Mitchell was holding his heart right there, carelessly, in the palm of his hand.

#abt: my writing #prompts #icemav #iceman x maverick #tgm ficlet #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #writing warmups #top gun fic #long post #((SORRY IF THAT'S NOT WHAT YOU HAD IN MIND I JUST HAD THIS SPECIFIC IDEA/VISION))

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forabeatofadrum · 1 year ago

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20 questions for fic writers

Thank you @wellbelesbian for the tag! Here goes:

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

... 162. what the FUCK.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,323,028. WHAT THE FUCK

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Well, almost half of those 162 fics are Glee fics. My other two bigger fandoms are Check, Please! and the Simon Snow Series.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Everything will be alright, the only Brooklyn Nine-Nine fic I have ever written.

All shall know the wonder, probably my favourite Check, Please! fic that I've written, so hooray!

The last to know, which was a reaction fic for the end of year 3 of Check, Please!

How lucky we are to be alive right now, which is my first ever Carry On fic and I don't even like it that much anymore, but I guess it's the origin story yada, yada.

The 2020 Young America New Year’s Eve Gala, my sole Red, White & Royal Blue fic. I wrote it in 2020, but thanks to the movie, it got a lot more views and kudos.

I am actually surprised (but also not, I think I have seen this before) that there is no Glee fic in this list. My Glee/Klaine fic with most kudos is the 15th on the list!!! (It's Myosotis sylvatica, by the way.) (My goddamn Love, Victor fic is higher on the list WACK!!)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

No. I do read all of them, but I always feel super awkward responding. Idk. It's a me problem, I guess. So I only respond when I have something specific to say or if a comment totally blows me away and I want to at least acknowledge that. Although... I am behind on that as well.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm. Does Your heart is in your chest again, not hanging from your sleeve count? It's a Next to Normal AU Klaine story, and if you know the musical, you know.

There's also My rose-coloured boy, a pre-Wayward Son Snowbaz fic that shows that Simon is not dealing with shit and it has an unhappy ending, I suppose, but it also fits in canon so does it count, because in canon, the entire Snowbaz story does have a happy end.

OH WAIT A HOT MINUTE THERE IS ALSO MY WIP Dalton 8 Days of Wrath. That fic is supposed to be Sad Shit Only!!!

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I love writing happy endings, so I am not sure which one is the happiest.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope, luckily.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope. I uhhhh have a whole ass essay on why I don't.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Yes, I am one of those "how can I Klaine-ify" bitches. The craziest is probably my Glee/Animal Crossing fic Wandering. I don't like it THAT much, but it was fun. I also had a very extensive, not-published Glee/Barbie Mariposa and the Fairy Princess crossover (yeah) once.

And I've been talking for ages about how I will one day write a Glee/Winx Club crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I unfortunately assume that it's happened, since ya know, AO3 scrapers.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I know someone wanted to translate Charms & Pearls into Italian, but I don't know it's happened. @klaineship2 also translated one of my Hearing verse fics into German: Musik nur, wenn sie laut ist. I once read this translation out loud and sent it to my German friend @vreniii and I may have hurt her ears.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! Call Me Maybe, my aroace Agatha fic with @captain-aralias and Stage Fright, a Halloween Klaine fic with @spookyklaine, @esperantoauthor, @justgleekout, @snarkyhag, sopheadraws, MissFlurry and keyiqiang.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

(Yes, Alex, I still say OTP.)

Klaine. Look, I will be a Klainer 12 till the day I die. You will catch me crying over Teenage Dream (gcv) at the nursing home.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have... so many WIPs. So. Many. WIPs. I don't want to give up on them yet.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I like to think I can write dialogue and that I can be pretty funny.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Alex, I so feel you on the second hand embarrasment thing with sappy stuff. I also bitch a lot about not being able to write romantic endings. I also have struggles with describing movement.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I mean. I have done it before, most noteably Paradiso, aap noot mies and Ik was meteen ondersteboven., so I am down for it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Published? Glee.

When I was a wee child writing stories about other media, Winx Club and Harry Potter, although I never published those.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

OH. Oof. In no order, split by my 3 main fandoms (because I cannot narrow it down!):

For Klaine: Myosotis series (especially part 1 and 5), Mendacious, I’d cry a river just for you, All the pretty things that we could be and Ljubim te.

For Snowbaz: Paradiso series (especially part 1 and 3, rip part 2), Time After Time and make a fire out of this flame.

For Zimbits: All shall know the wonder and Center Ice.

Forgive me for not tagging anyone. I am taking the lazy "everyone is free to do it!" approach because I am tired!!!

#tag game

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flaminhotleto · 10 months ago

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Sup, I’m Banana and this is the blog where I keep my selfshipping/self-insert stuff.

I don’t have an actual dni other than minors, but I am one of those fucked up proshippers the teens warned you about. i also do block liberally and capriciously.

Under the cut are my fictional and celebrity others and the emojis I tag them with; modern COs are just gonna be referred to with their emojis because I don’t feel right putting their names on here, but you can ask me who they are in dms lol.

Julian Devorak (The Arcana) ⛓️

Asra Alnazar (The Arcana) 🔮

Muriel (The Arcana) 🐻

Armand (TVC) 🥀

Kamado Tanjiro (KNY) 🎴

Leah (SDV) 🏔️

Elliott (SDV) 🦀

Rauru (LOZ, TOTK au) ☁️

Sonia (LOZ, TOTK au) ⏳

Ganondorf (LOZ, my own au) ⚔️

Adaman (Pokemon) 💎

Lycion (Dunmeshi) 🐺

Fleki (Dunmeshi) 🐦‍⬛

Chilchuck Tims (Dunmeshi) 🔓

Qui-Gon Jinn (Star Wars) ☯️

Anubis (Lioden) 🖤

Fuchsia (Animal Crossing) 🍬

B.anzoin H.akka 💜

A.xel S.yrios 🐕

Jos.uiji Shi.nri 🎏

Mi.nase R.io 👻

Mac.hina X F.layon 🤖

R.egis Al.tare 🩵

Lan Sizhui (The Untamed/MDZS) 🦋

Chen Yu (xianxia oc) 🪈

Yang Hui (xianxia oc) 🍵

Sekikaze Nao (oc) ❄️

Jack Pryor (oc) 🐑

Jules (oc) 🎮

Cody (oc) 📹

CO #1 🌰

CO #2 📖

Date Masamune (sengoku-era daimyo) 🐉

Self Insert/OC tags:

Leto Oksan (Arcana) 🕯️

Myosotis “Blue” Inon (Arcana) 🎐

Lydia McGovern (TVC) 🎤

Matsubata Ineko (KNY) 🧊

Dove (SDV) 🍁

Tsaara (LOZ) 🍃

Fianne (LOZ) 🪻

Devon (Pokemon) 🏮

Firuin (Dunmeshi) 💫

Whynn (Dunmeshi) 🧀

Nazha Saparei (Star Wars) 🧿

C.H. 🕹️

D.S. 🦌

Lan Yu 🌨️

Liao Xun 🌾

Yang Huang 🌅

Suzuto Anri “Ebi” 🍤

Rebecca Graham 🧺

Brianna/Ian “Denver” Cole ☕️ (sometimes a woman sometimes a man, depending on which one i’m feeling)

Danielle ✏️ (closest I have to a pure self-insert, gets put in multiple unrelated ships/AUs)

Merrit Schermer 🌷

Ship tags (there’s no actual meaning to the emoji order lol)

⛓️🕯️, 🔮🕯️, ⛓️🔮🕯️ - Julian/Leto, Asra/Leto, Julian/Asra/Leto

🐻🎐 - Muriel/Blue

🎤🥀 - Lymand

🧊🎴 - IneTan

🏔️🍁, 🦀🍁, 🏔️🦀🍁 - Leah/Dove, Elliott/Dove, Leah/Elliott/Dove

☁️🍃, ⏳🍃, ☁️⏳🍃 - Rauru/Tsaara, Sonia/Tsaara, Rauru/Sonia/Tsaara

🪻⚔️ - Fiannondorf

💎🏮 - Adaman/Devon

🐺💫, 🐦‍⬛🐺, 🐺🐦‍⬛💫 - LyciFiru, FureFiru, LyciFureFiru

🔓🧀 - ChilWhynn

☯️🧿 - QuiZha

🪈🌾 - YuXun

🍵🌅 - Yangcest

🍤❄️ - EbiNao

🐑🧺 - Jack/Rebecca

🎮✏️ - Jules/Dani

📹✏️ - Cody/Dani

📖☕️ - (redacted)/Denver

🌰✏️ - (redacted)/Dani

🐉🌷 - MasaMeri

#this used to be tagged with all the emojis but now there’s too many lmao

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hopelessromanfic · 2 years ago

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finally sitting down and working on landslide when yet another au idea hits me, picture this:

you all know the coffee shop/flower shop au? (or maybe you don’t, if not — it’s the au where a coffee shop and flower shop are close or beside each other and it’s usually like the most wholesome au ever)

now, mike works in the coffee shop (bc vibes) and will works in the flower shop (also bc vibes) and every morning/night mike works there’s a little blue and yellow flower (myosotis otherwise known as forget-me-not) on the coffee counter and every morning/night will works there’s a little poem or excerpt on the front counter.

anyways, do you guys see it?

#byler #forget me nots are so byler coded tho #fr tho they’re such a cute flower #coffee shop/flower shop au #or was it just a fever dream??#please tell me someone has actually heard of it #byler fanfic #byler au #byler fic idea

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darlingpoppet · 2 years ago

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Where The Dead Forget: Chapter 1

A Hades Patrochilles Amnesia/Memory Loss AU

Fandom: Hades (Video Game)

Pairing: Achilles/Patroclus (some background ThanZag, MegZag, and OrphyEury also present)

Chapters: 1/18? (Chapter 1: 8273 words)

Rating: M (No particular CWs for chapter 1 but this whole fic deals with a lot of depression, guilt/self-loathing and will contain canon-typical violence for Hadesgame, the Iliad, and also some eroticism/eventual sex… please check the ao3 tags for more details!)

Summary: Hades game-verse amnesia AU. Patroclus drinks from the River Lethe and loses his memories of Achilles. Achilles attempts to woo him all over again, now with personal growth and wisdom on his side. But it turns out not to be so simple when the fame and reputation he acquired in life contrast with the man that he has become as well as the man that Patroclus always saw in him. Chapter 1: Patroclus is thirsty. Achilles & Orpheus are sad. Thanatos & Megaera are grumpy. Zagreus is Zagreus. Let’s establish a status quo and then BLOW IT ALL UP!!!

Excerpt:

A man sits on the banks of the Lethe. He kneels where the mossy grass is softest, leaning over toward the river’s edge. He watches the water roll and whirlpool playfully over jutting stones, through a hazy mist which lingers just above the flow. Patches of blue myosotis sway beside him on a gentle breeze.

For what feels like the longest time, he has sat near this bank, where the river is often the only sound but for his own weeping and muttering in the peaceful glade. He may have eventually ceased to hear it, perhaps—it is a constant presence, like the aching sorrows of a melancholy shade—but as it is, the soothing trickle of the spirited current is never far from the forefront of his thoughts. The murmur of the water makes him drowsy; it promises cool sweetness on his tongue, while the mist hanging above suggests an even sweeter sort of bliss—and even dead men, he had quickly come to realize, can thirst.

You can read the rest of chapter 1 here on AO3!

#hades game #hades patrochilles #patrochilles #achilles #patroclus #hades fanfic #my fics #this has been bakin in the oven for 3 months #first long fic EVAR!#patchilles

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saphstories · 4 days ago

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Blue Myosotis AU

(Incredible Reference Sheet by my wonderful art co-creator @estellardreams!)

Name: Blue Myosotis; Myo.

Origin: AU Alt Sonic

AU: Blue Myosotis AU

Alignment: Varies; Myo Hero, Blue Myosotis Villain.

Personality:

As Blue Myosotis: Cold, calculated, deadly, the perfect Vanguard and Killer.

As Myo: This boy is NOT OKAY. Helpful, Compassionate, Kind, still a Hero at heart. Depressed, PTSD. Resigned that he is a Monster. Believes there's no atonement or penance for his crimes as Blue Myosotis other than the Ultimate Penalty.

Abilities: Speed and Strength.

Basic Story: At the start of Season 3 of Sonic X, Sonic was captured by the Metarex and brainwashed into becoming their Winter Soldier, the Metarex Warrior Blue Myosotis, the vanguard that prepared each planet for the Metarex's arrival. He spent (time frame not decided yet) as Blue Myosotis, meeting Cosmo in captivity and falling in love with her, until he was found and rescued by his friends. He seeks the end of the Metarex race, wants to see Dark Oak burn for his crimes, and see Cosmo finally safe and free. Then...well. There is no penance or atonement for Blue Myosotis's sins, other than the Ultimate Penalty.

Important Notes:

Cosmo 💖💖💖 Myo loves her with every piece of himself. She's the reason he never tried to escape, to protect her. Many of his scars are from defending her.

Partially Blind and Deaf in his left eye and ear.

(Incredible Reference Sheet by my wonderful art co-creator @estellardreams!)

Name: Cosmo the Seedrian; White Seed

Origin: Alt AU Cosmo

AU: Blue Myosotis AU

Alignment: Varies. Good Cosmo; Evil White Seed.

Personality:

As the White Seed: Cold, calculating, deceptive, charming. Will kill if ordered. There seems to be a burning fury beneath the surface...

As Cosmo: Sweet, compassionate, pretty much the same personality as she is in Canon, but there seems to be a bitterness, a hidden anger to her...

Abilities: Plant and Flower Manipulation, Flora Empathy, Healing Seeds.

Basic Story: From the time she was eight and the Metarex destroyed her clan, Cosmo has been an unwilling servant of the Metarex as White Seed, the Eyes and Ears of the Metarex. Her primary function as White Seed is to Infiltrate, Learn, Report, so that the Metarex can conquer a planet. After years, Sonic was captured and was forced into servitude alongside her, as Blue Myosotis, the Metarex Vanguard. She and Sonic fell in love in captivity, helping each other through the horrors they suffered each day. When Sonic vanished, she waited for him to come back for her, but he never came. Her despair and heartbreak led to her succumbing fully to the White Seed programming. Now she serves the Metarex entirely as White Seed, Cosmo's own self and mind buried deep in her own psyche.

Important Notes:

Myo. 💖💔💖 Despite everything, she still loves him dearly.

Cosmo's Gear as White Seed has very interesting functions: invisibility, adhesion, perception filters...

MORE ART:

(By @estellardreams)

(By @the-sky-queen)

EEEEEEP I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

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estellardreams · 11 months ago

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🌸Introduction Post🌸

❤️Hi! I'm Star, but you can also call me Angeli or Estelle! Whatever works is fine by me!

❤️I'm a Multi-Fanartist, primarily drawing MLP, Sonic, Undertale AUs, and my personal OCs.

❤️I will obviously ramble for hours if given the chance. I have too much knowledge to share, really.

❤️Open to making new friends! Any question you ask, I will answer when possible.

❤️I have other accounts on AO3, Quotev, Artfight, and Comic Fury! If you'd like to follow me there, feel free to! :D

❤️My favorite characters are Silver, Shadow, Sonic, Tails, Amy Rose, Fluttershy, Twilight Sparkle, Izzy Moonbow, Himiko Toga, Ochaco Uraraka, Izuku Midoriya, Lloyd Garmadon, Marcille Donado, Falin Touden, Basil, Sayori, Monika, Susie, Noelle, Kris, Dess, Donatello, Raphael, and many more.

❤️ Lesbian/Asexual. Agender She/her is preferred but I'm fine with They/Them.

❤️Art Tag🌸

❤️Personal Canons: Magic - Species

✨MORE✨

🎨Current projects so far🎨

Shadow Prime

Sonic Cybernetic AU

World's Unite: Sonic and MLP AU

Emergence - A Crossover Between Sonic Prime and Shadow Prime

Sonic Imprisonment AU

Pragmatophobia AU

Heliophobia AU

Niko Prime/Agoraphobia AU

Sonic: Below the Surface AU

Sonic Ninjago AU

Friendship Virus/Sonic to MLP Infection AU

Evil Sonic AU Ask Blog Masterpost (not mine. Au belongs to @/kittygamer2888)

Black Arms Sonic AU

Sonic Dungeon Meshi AU

Spiritrune

Freak Show AU

LMK Wind Wolf AU

Misc AUs: Sonic Prime AUs, The Princess and the Hog AU, Shadow Rapunzel Dream AU, Sonic Encanto AU, Sonic Sugar Rush AU

📚Side Comics📚

Sleepy

Phantom

Steel Trap

Phantom Encounter

Sonic Prime: Mini Comic

Corruption

Hair Troubles

A Threat

Lost Bet

An Intruder

A Dangerous Encounter

3 Shorts - Sibling Bodyswap AU

2 Shorts - Sibling Bodyswap AU + Bonus

Sonic Forces: Stellar's Isekai Adventure

Capture

The Lost Heir

⚡Animatics⚡

Shadow Prime [Season 2 Finale]

Let the Rainbow Remind You [Heliophobia AU]

Tale as Old as Time [Heliophobia AU]

Somber Greetings [Niko Prime]

This Wish [Niko Prime] - Subtitled Version

Anthropophobia [Tachophobia AU]

Promise [Niko Prime]

"Brothers" [Sonic Ninjago AU]

Father Knows Best [Heliophobia AU]

More than Anything - Reprise [Heliophobia AU]

Rewrite the Stars - Sayrose Edit

Star the Wolf - Voice Claim

Pushed Down - [Evil Sonic AU]

Orion Once Said... [TotalEclipse573's Fankid AU]

Spiritrune AU - Anime Opening

Spiritrune AU - Weird Route

Mobian War Cry

Yummy Jalapeños!

The Tainted Princess [2]

Crossing the Line - Rapunzel!Camellia AU

When Will My Life Begin? - Blue Myosotis AU

🏳️‍🌈Personal Ships🏳️‍⚧️

🌸Sayrose🌸

💫Stardream💫

🖌️Artfight Years🖌️

Art Fight 2024

✨OC Info Posts✨

Angeli [Dreamer]

Acolyte [Arcana]

Estelle [Arthmesia]

Amaia

Estellar Dreams

Star the Wolf

Star Shade

Valenta the Wolf

Sylvia the Kitsune

Sayori the Alicorn

Azarael the Scalia

Naomi the Hamster

Sakura the Unihog

Stella - My Sona

Flower Mage Star (SATBK)

Zha Tianfei

Yun Huyao

My Fankids

#pinned post #intro post #blog intro

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chic-a-gigot · 9 months ago

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La Mode nationale, no. 7, 16 février 1901, Paris. No. 1. — Deux toilettes pour jeunes femmes. Bibliothèque nationale de France

(1) Robe de visite pour jeune femme, en drap satin bleu de mer (plus clair que le marine). Jupe à plis couchés retenus au bas par une haute bande de guipure rebrodée; chaque dent de la guipure fixe un pli. Des deux côtés du tablier, plissé de soie souple noir, s'étalant en éventail. Deux plissés semblables, sur les devants du corsage paraissent continuer ceux de la jupe. Le haut du corsage est en soie noire; le bas à plis couchés fixés par un corselet de guipure. Manches plissées terminées par un poignet à l'enfant. Ceinture drapée en liberty noir. Col de toile rabattant.

(1) Visiting dress for young women, in sea blue satin cloth (lighter than navy). Skirt with flat pleats held at the bottom by a high band of embroidered guipure; each tooth of the guipure fixes a fold. On both sides of the apron, pleated black soft silk, spreading out like a fan. Two similar pleats on the front of the bodice appear to continue those of the skirt. The top of the bodice is black silk; the bottom with flat pleats secured by a guipure corselet. Pleated sleeves ending with a child's cuff. Draped belt in black liberty. Folding canvas collar.

Matériaux: 5m,50 de drap; 4 mètres de soie souple noire.

Capeline de paille blanche; sous le relevé à gauche, touffe de primevères jaunes autour de la calotte, palmes de plumes beiges et piquet de myosotis; nœud laitonné en velours noir faisant aigrette.

White straw hat; under the relief on the left, tuft of yellow primroses around the crown, beige feather palms and forget-me-nots stake; Brass-plated bow in black velvet making an egret.

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(2) Toilette de promenade pour jeune femme, en lainage diamanté rouge clair. Jupe collante, remontant en pointes devant, de façon à mouler la taille. Boléro découpé en dents rondes et bordé de biais sur un gilet long devant eet à revers en taffetas blanc. Chemisette en soie écossaise. Col rabattant et petits parements blancs; cravate de satin noir.

(2) Walking ensemble for young women, in light red diamond wool. Tight skirt, rising in points at the front, so as to hug the waist. Bolero cut into round teeth and edged at an angle on a long front and reverse waistcoat in white taffeta. Scottish silk shirt. Turn-down collar and small white facings; black satin tie.

Matériaux: 6 mètres de lainage; 2m,50 de soie écossaise; 2 mètres de taffetas blanc.

Capeline de crin noir toute recouverte de belles plumes noires.

Black horsehair capeline all covered with beautiful black feathers.

#La Mode nationale #20th century #1900s #1901 #on this day #February 16 #periodical #fashion #fashion plate #cover #color #description #bibliothèque nationale de france #dress #collar

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callme-adam-iguess · 2 years ago

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MORE OF THE SCRIMBLO AU BUT IT'S FACTS FOR THE MAIN VOL 1 SCRIMBLO MEN BC IDK-

Cazer:

- his Fav Colors and grayish Black and Wine Red.

- he plays the Violin 🎻

- He just visited Family in the town Next over when the 'incident' happened.

- his Fav flowers are Blue Roses.

- he loves stealing Morc's Hoodies but stopped after a while.

- he smiles when he's uncomfortable, it's a unconscious instinct.

Morc?:

- his Fav colors are Cloud White and sky Blue.

- Surprisingly, he plays The Piano. But also the Maracas lol.

- he wasn't derpy before, he just had showed up one day after being missing for a few days like that. He just says "it was a robbery that did that, don't worry"

- his Fav flowers are Myosotis, or also known as 'Forget me Not's :D

- he derpy, best derpy boi, but sometimes he doesn't derp, For some reason-

Have fun with these facts lol

#mandela catalogue au #scrimblo au #SC AU #Morc H #Cazer T #ASC AU

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the-gay-prometheus · 3 years ago

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Frankenstein AU Segment - “A Time to Mourn” Part 1

Uh- hi - I couldn’t figure out a better title for this one so. We’re stuck with this for now until I think of something better.

Anyways.

This one takes place quite a while after the segment called 'Try.' There's a bit of context missing because of this but... Hopefully it's not too confusing.

A bit of background on this. I knew for a while that I wanted to introduce Ernest and Elizabeth into the main story by having Victor, Henry, and Agape visit William’s grave and be found entirely by accident, but I wasn’t really sure how I wanted to make that happen. And then, in my brain’s infinite wisdom, I came up with.... whatever the hell this is.

Fun fact - part of the writing process for this legitimately had me physically sobbing. Which is kind of sad considering... this isn’t even close to the most painful part of the AU as a whole. Point is though, it took me way longer to write because how in the world do you put into words something that there are no words to describe? I know for sure I still wasn’t able to do it justice despite spending weeks thinking it over and writing and rewriting it, but I think I got it as close as I could possibly get.

Now on to the somewhat disappointing part: this segment is technically going to be posted in two parts. I didn’t intend for it to end up being another two-parter, but what ended up happening was that I suddenly realized I had five pages of content written for it already despite still having more to write and, if I had ended up introducing Ernest the way I originally wanted to, that would have taken up another page or two at least. That would have ended up being a nine to ten page segment - which is waaaay too long if you ask me. This does unfortunately mean that Ernest’s true introduction is going to be delayed, but....

There is a bright side to this, though! I have a new idea for the full introduction of Ernest, and this means that Ernest will actually be getting a segment that is primarily focused on himself way sooner than I originally anticipated. I think he deserves as much, to be honest.

...All of that out of the way, on to the story.

A few warnings for this one: Mentions of blood, death of a child, and breaking bones (if you catch any I missed, please let me know asap!)

As always, likes, reblogs, and comments of any kind are highly appreciated!

It was before the sun rose that Victor awoke, somehow feeling entirely alert despite having only slept a few hours. He sat up in bed, staring at the wall in silence as he prepared himself for the day and the journey ahead. Henry stirred beside him, and though Victor hushed him quietly, his hazel eyes shuttered open. Still half asleep, he yawned and wriggled slightly, pulling the blanket over himself more before slowly starting to half sit upright. “Mm… it’s not already time for you to leave yet, is it?” he grumbled, voice raspy from sleep.

“If I want to make this as quick a trip as possible, yes,” Victor sighed in return, reaching over and taking Henry’s hand.

“And you promise you’ll be back in two days at most?”

“I promise,” Victor answered quietly, lifting his hand and gingerly kissing the back of it. Henry smiled slightly, shifting his grip and returning the kiss with one of his own on the back of Victor’s hand. Victor smiled back, but the expression soon faded into a more solemn one. “Do you promise you’ll keep him here until I come back?” Henry nodded.

“I promise. We’ll… probably go climbing or something,” he replied, sitting more upright and leaning his head on Victor’s shoulder. Victor rested his head against Henry’s, staring ahead once again.

“You should probably talk to him today, while you’re at it,” he suggested. Henry glanced up at him.

“Only if he brings it up. I don’t think he’d take it well if I was the one to bring it up.” Victor was silent, but nodded after a moment. With great effort, he pried himself away from Henry and slipped out of bed to prepare himself for the journey ahead. As he dressed himself, Henry stretched and pulled himself out of bed, walking over and wrapping his arms around Victor from behind once he was fully dressed in his traveling clothes. Victor leaned back into him as Henry placed his chin on his shoulder, raising one hand and placing his palm on Henry’s cheek. “I wish I could come with you,” Henry murmured quietly.

“I know,” Victor replied, “but someone needs to stay and make sure Agape doesn’t leave.” He sighed softly. “In a perfect world you could come with me and I could trust he wouldn’t follow but… we both know him. He’d follow even if he promised not to.” Henry nodded.

“You’re right. But I’ll still miss you.” Victor smiled, pulling back and turning to face him. He stood on his toes and rested his arms on Henry’s shoulders before kissing him softly, Henry reciprocating as he wrapped his arms back around him.

“I know,” Victor answered as he pulled back again. “I’ll miss you too.” Despite Henry’s reluctance to let him go, Victor moved to grab his black coat from the hook by the bedroom door.

“Please take care of yourself while you’re gone,” Henry requested, walking over and helping him to put the coat on. Victor nodded, popping the collar up.

“I will, as best as I’m able.” Just as he opened the door, Henry took hold of his arm and pulled him in for one last kiss, which Victor certainly didn’t protest to. After a moment, he gently tapped Henry’s shoulder, and Henry begrudgingly broke away, a sort of pouting expression in his eyes that made Victor smile. He walked out of the room, silently opening the front door and stepping outside. Henry followed him to the door, standing in the doorway as Victor took a moment to look up at the starry morning sky, admiring how the black of night had begun to lighten around the horizon with the coming sunrise.

“Victor?” Henry called as he watched his husband begin to make his way toward the trail that would lead down the mountain. Victor paused and turned.

“Hm?”

“I love you.” Victor smiled.

“I love you too. I’ll be back before you know it.” With that, he turned again, and disappeared into the trees.

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“Agape?” Henry called out, worry in his voice as he trudged through the forest, frantically searching in every direction. “Agape?!” After Victor left, he had crawled back into bed and - despite intending to only sleep until just after the sun fully rose, he had managed to sleep in until noon. When he awoke, he realized that his son was nowhere to be found. Though he tried to keep calm, he was terrified. After all, he promised Victor that he wouldn’t let him leave, but now he couldn’t even find him. He searched each of Agape’s usual favorite thinking spots - the pool in the mossy clearing, the circle of stones that looked like they had been intentionally placed in the middle of a stand of silver fir, the grove of collapsed larches from some long-past avalanche, the massive waterfall that dropped from the edge of a cliff and left the forest around it coated in mist - he was still nowhere to be found. The final place he could think to check was the alpine meadow on the other end of the forest, and as he passed through the final tangle of branches, he breathed a sigh of relief as he caught sight of the one he was looking for. Agape stood very still, his long black hair and dark cloak gently billowing in the mountain breeze as he overlooked the peaks on the horizon. Henry approached him slowly and solemnly, standing at his side and staring off in the same direction. “Agape I… I was hoping you would have come and talked to me this morning.”

“You were still asleep when I awoke,” Agape replied after a moment’s silence. “I did not wish to wake you.”

“Instead you worried me half sick,” Henry pointed out, turning his eyes to him.

“That was not my intention.” As he stared out over the distant heights, Henry searched his expression for how he was feeling. “I needed some time to… think.”

“About?” Henry asked, sitting on the grass and motioning for him to sit as well. Agape looked down at him, and hesitated for a moment before sitting beside him.

“I required time to think about what I should do,” he concluded, looking down as he brushed his fingers through the grass around him. He turned, his eyes settling on a patch of wildflowers further down the slope. “I… wish to pay my respects.” Henry tensed.

“That’s… that’s a wonderful idea Agape but, well-” He paused, unsure of how to word it and worried he might take it the wrong way. “Well… Victor- he… See, that’s- that’s where Victor is off to at the moment. And he specifically requested to be-” He cut himself off as Agape suddenly stood, and began walking over to the patch of wildflowers. “Agape?” The tall figure bent down, and began plucking a few of the flowers. Curious, Henry stood and walked over to him. As he walked over, Agape straightened himself upright, and held out a small handful of the flowers for Henry to see.

“As I recall, flowers are a customary gift for the dead, correct?” he asked. Henry was about to reply, when he caught sight of the flowers that Agape held. They were small, pale blue, and grew in clusters on long, vibrant green stems. “Myosotis alpestris,” he recited, recalling the scientific name from one of his and Victor’s many excursions to this spot. “Commonly known as-”

“Forget-me-nots,” Henry breathed, looking up at him. Agape nodded.

“Indeed. They seem… most appropriate.” Suddenly Henry was conflicted. On one hand, he knew Victor needed time to grieve alone. After all, it had been two years, and all that time, he never really had a moment to spend truly grieving. But on the other hand… there was Agape. Clearly seeking something, likely closure or forgiveness, and who was he to deny him that? “If I wish to arrive there in a timely fashion I should leave presently,” Agape continued, breaking him from his thoughts.

“I’m coming with you,” Henry blurted out before he could consider trying to change his son’s mind. Agape gave him an odd, yet comforted look.

“I would much appreciate your accompaniment, Henry, but if that is the case then we truly must leave right away unless you intend for me to carry you.” Henry shook his head.

“That won’t be necessary,” he answered. “Though I may take you up on that offer on the way back.” Agape nodded.

“I understand. In which case, let us be on our way.”

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By the time Victor arrived at his family’s cemetery, it was well into the night and the full moon coated the land in an eerie pale gleam. Throughout his journey he had felt strangely numb, as though the reality of it all still hadn’t set in yet - which was especially strange, considering it had been two years now. Still, as he stepped beyond the gate, it seemed as though the weight of every body that lay beneath was piled on top of him and for a moment he struggled to breathe. Memories flooded back of his time in Ingolstadt, digging through graves in the middle of the night, sorting through corpses, picking and choosing which parts he would take and which he would leave behind. Although he knew he had nothing to fear, a chill ran down his spine as he felt like a hundred spirits had gathered around him to judge him for his actions. He shook the thought away, gripping at the collar of his coat and pulling it to cover his face as he walked onward. Searching through the names he once played amongst as a child, he finally came across the headstone he was looking for, and upon seeing it he suddenly felt sick to his stomach. Resting serenely beneath a willow was a small granite stone that read ‘William Frankenstein ~ Tragically murdered on May 7th aged 8 years.’ It felt like a nightmare. It felt like it shouldn’t be real. Even after all this time, he couldn’t picture it. The last time he had seen his brother, he was no more than an infant, and he couldn’t fathom what the body six feet beneath where he stood might have looked like. Though his throat was suddenly dry, he shuddered and swallowed hard as he reached out and placed a hand on the cold stone.

“I-” His voice cracked as he began to speak. “I don’t… I don’t know what to say to you. I… I don’t have the words.” He hesitated, clenching his eyes shut. “How, William- how have I continued on knowing that your innocent blood is on my hands? I’m... I never should have-” He sucked in a shaky breath, then suddenly recoiled as a horrible vision swam in his mind. He could see it clearly: his creation’s horrible hand upon the throat of a child, yellow eyes burning with fury as he squeezed the life out of his infant brother. A squeak of disgust escaped his throat at the thought, and he trembled. “I never should have done it. I never should have created it. I- If I hadn’t you would still be alive and- and-” His trembling worsened and he broke into a cold sweat. “Good god William, what the hell am I doing? That thing, that demon, he slaughtered you with his bare hand, and here I am playing the father figure. You, my own brother, perished from his malice and I have been treating him with dignity he most certainly doesn’t deserve!” he exclaimed, his voice hoarse. “How blinded by my own fear of what he might do have I been? How insulting it must be to see me treat your murderer with such care.” He nearly fell as his trembling worsened, and he caught his fall upon the edge of the headstone with a gasp. Slowly, he recovered and stood. “How-” he was cut off by the sound of footsteps, and for a moment fear gripped him until he turned. Walking into the cemetery were two familiar shapes, and though in other circumstances he might have been glad to see them, in this particular moment he felt his blood boil with rage. “You’ve got an awful lot of nerve to follow me here,” he seethed as they approached, his eyes narrowed as he glared at them. Henry sighed, glancing away as he stopped just a few feet from where Victor stood.

“I know- I’m sorry but-”

“No, Henry,’” Victor snapped, clenching his fists. “You. Promised.”

“Yes, I did, and I shouldn’t have. This isn’t about me and it isn’t about you either. He-” Agape slowly walked forward, his expression seemingly blank as his yellow eyes stared down at the headstone. Victor felt rage coursing through him at the sight, his mind still reeling from the dreadful vision he had witnessed only moments ago.

“Get the hell out of my sight,” Victor snarled at the creature, his hand shaking as he forcefully pointed toward the exit. Agape didn’t respond, instead simply taking another silent step. Henry wanted to speak up, but kept his mouth shut, knowing nothing he would say could possibly help. “How dare you come here! After what you did to him you-” He cut himself off as the creature took another step. “Are you listening to me? Get. Out!” he cried, pointing once again toward the exit. Another step. “I swear if you take one more step I will not be responsible for my actions,” he hissed. Another step, suddenly more unsteady this time. Victor felt fury swell within him and he suddenly lunged toward his creation. Henry grabbed him before he could lay so much as a finger on Agape, and Victor in turn was about to push him away to make another attempt at striking the creature, when his eyes caught sight of pale blue clutched between his creation’s boney hands. He hesitated suddenly, his vision focusing to realize that Agape held a small bouquet of various wildflowers he had plucked along the journey to the cemetery, though most numerous in the assortment was forget-me-nots. His eyes widened and he felt some of his rage dissipate as Agape took another faltering step. Henry, seeing that Agape was struggling, instinctively moved to help him, but Victor raised an arm and stopped him. “Agape?” Victor managed to hoarsely call out. The creature did not answer, and simply took another step, now standing directly over the grave. All seemed unnaturally silent, no rustling of branches in the breeze or calls of nocturnal creatures, just silence. Victor felt his heart sink as he beheld his creation suddenly tense hard. “...Agape-”

There was a war suddenly raging within the creature’s heart. Such was his anguish at the thought of his crimes that he felt as though every stitch was tearing out of its seam. His memory flooded with dreaded images he had tried so hard to suppress, and it overwhelmed him. As he tried to keep his composure, his grasp on the flowers tightened. Terror gripped him as the soft crumpling of the stems sounded more like sickening cracks in his ears and the damp feeling of now crushed stalks felt more like blood covering his hands. Though they were only wilted flowers, in the vision of his troubled mind, he held the broken neck of a young boy, and in horror he released his grip. He stared down at his hands, shaking violently, before suddenly collapsing to his knees. An indescribably banshee-like scream of pure agony escaped him as he threaded his fingers through his long black hair and gripped the locks tightly as though he were ready to rip them from his own skull. Both Victor and Henry flinched at the dreadful noise, Henry turning away and Victor struggling to hold back a sob of his own. Tears gushed from Agape’s eyes, falling heavy into the grass below, and he struggled to breathe between the cries of despair that escaped him.

As Victor took in a shaky breath, he felt himself tremble as his thoughts flooded with everything he had just said. After all this time, he had never really considered how Agape might have been reflecting on his own actions, or how he too might have been hiding just how much emotional pain he was in regarding that fateful event. And, if this was still the cold hearted murderer he had considered his creation might be, then why would he be in such clearly torturous distress over the death over the one he himself had killed? Worse yet, he knew better - he had seen just how far Agape had come in coping with his emotions and relating to others. He had seen the amount of care and sympathy this miraculous creature showed toward Henry and himself, how selfless he had always been. After all, even though Victor wished that perhaps he had stayed dead, it was out of a deep familial love that Agape had used the very elixir and device that was meant to create an everlasting companion for himself to instead restore his creator - his father - to life. And, in a very real sense, Agape was still a child. For a child to spend two years silently coping with a trauma so intense, though it may have been a trauma the child himself caused, was a burden that Victor could barely comprehend. All at once, whatever malice he still held for his creation within him melted away, and, making the first move, he walked toward his son and shakily placed a hand on his shoulder.

Agape had finally begun to quiet himself while Victor had been hesitating to make any movement, but as soon as he felt the hand of his father placed gently upon him, he felt a sudden swell of heartbreaking pain and he lurched with a sob. In his mind, he deserved no sympathy, and feeling that this man who had just moments prior hurled threats at him was moved so deeply by his grief that he might entirely change his own damaged perspective, shattered his already guilt ridden soul. Victor himself could no longer hold back his emotions, breaking into tears of his own. He flinched slightly as he suddenly felt a hand placed on his shoulder, and exhaled a shaky breath as he recognized the gentle touch as his husband’s. Henry lingered there behind him for a moment, but slowly moved to his son’s other side, kneeling beside him and resting a hand gently upon his back. Though he opened his mouth to speak, he was shocked into silence as Victor spoke instead.

“I am so-” He hesitated, tensing and shuddering before inhaling sharply and continuing. “So sorry.” The words hurt to say, there was no denying that. The moment they left his lips it felt like a dagger cutting into his chest and a fire burning in his throat. Agape’s still tear-filled eyes widened as he heard them, but he stayed silent, not daring to speak in fear of even the slightest chance that his words may only serve to condemn himself more. Once he regained his composure, Victor went on. “I may be cursed with the knowledge of what happened, with knowing that what I did played a part in sealing his fate, but you…” He swallowed hard, and knelt down beside him, reaching out and turning Agape’s face toward him though his son’s yellow eyes averted from his gaze. “You who have changed and grown, who I have watched make such strides of progress toward returning to the kind and gentle soul you once possessed-” Agape winced at his words, strands of his long black hair falling over his face and hiding his eyes. Victor gently pushed the locks away, tucking them behind his ear. “To be forever stained with vivid memories of what you once did, and to hide the pain it must have caused you as you came to realize that action was such a grievous atrocity for the sake of keeping peace - I can only imagine what a living hell it must have been for all that time.” Picking up one of the flowers, though damaged, he held it up and inspected the pale blue of its tiny petals. “I thought maybe you had simply… forgotten. That maybe to you it had been such an inconsequential action, that maybe all it was, was a means to an end.” He placed the flower down in front of the headstone, and gazed upon the engraving. “It doesn’t make logical sense, though, to think that you might have forgotten, given your… impeccable memory. So maybe that was a lie I told myself - to make blaming you and resenting you justifiable.” He glanced over at Henry, who was staring at him from Agape’s other side with a kind, compassionate smile despite the tears still rolling down his freckled cheeks, and in an instant his guilt and regret melted away into a gentle warmth that seeped through him and turned his pained expression into a similarly soft smile. Agape’s immense frame trembled with a long, labored exhale.

“I am undeserving of your sympathy, Victor. The crime I committed was unforgivable.”

“He never said that your crime was forgiven,” Henry pointed out gently. Agape gave him a pained glance. “Killing a child for the sake of gaining compassion by force is unforgivable, it’s true. But no matter how unforgivable an action may be, no man is born or created innately knowing what is forgivable and what is not. It’s what he chooses to do with the knowledge of his actions that determines whether he himself is worthy of forgiveness or not.” There was a long pause as Agape considered what Henry said.

“Given all I have done and everything I am, would I be considered worthy? Was his murder not so damning that I should be forever condemned? Is there any stride I could make that could in some way restore my dignity of one worth the forgiveness of those he so grievously harmed?” He struggled to steady his voice between each still labored breath, each pulse within him carrying a dull ache of still ever-growing guilt and shame.

“Well,” Victor began, reaching out to him and wiping the tears from his eyes. “All things considered, I would say-” He cut himself off as he perceived in his peripheral vision a gleaming light that seemed to be quickly approaching. He looked to Henry, who seemed to be staring out at the glow with squinted eyes. “Henry,” he whispered somewhat harshly. Henry turned his gaze back down to him. “What is it?”

“Someone is coming,” Henry whispered back. Agape flinched at his words and made a quiet noise almost like a yelp, suddenly clutching at the edges of his cloak and pulling it tighter around himself. Both Victor and Henry hushed him softly, though they looked to each other with concern.

“What do we do?” Footsteps could be heard approaching through the grass beyond - two steps and a gentle tap with each stride. Henry lifted his eyes back up toward the approaching figure.

“...I’ll handle it,” he muttered. “Besides, we can’t risk… you know,” he added, gesturing toward Agape. Victor nodded silently, dropping his eyes to the ground and placing a hand back up onto Agape’s shoulder and squeezing tightly - half to reassure him, and half to give himself something to hold on to as he tried not to imagine the worst. Gently pulling the hood of Agape’s cloak over his head, Henry stood, turning toward the figure and trying to determine who it might be. The voice that called out from beyond sent a sudden chill through Victor’s veins and a new fear gripped at his heart. He wasn’t ready for this. Not here. Not now.

“Hello? Who’s there?”

#frankenstein au #tw blood mention #tw broken bones mention #tw death mention #I actually attempted proofreading on this lmao. we'll see if it made much of a difference or not but there were things i ended up changing!#so... good for me! i call that character development on my part i think lmao

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