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[calipsoup2electricboogaloo]

COFFEE SHOP AU???

Anyhoodles I FINISHED THE BEATRIX PROMPT

Uh so I took some creative liberties and tried drawing Beatrix as a senior in hs on the left and senior at Ardess Beatrix which is super funsies ahahaha bc like they’re interviewing themself instead of Portia interviewing them so like ahahaha

Oh and the tradition/culture parallel—so one who pulls the strings lives in my head rent free especially how Beatrix altered herself to align with Ardess standards (lipstick benediction, bought my classmates rings, changed my name to please them—all from one who pulls the strings) and I always like drawing the strings Beatrix claims to control pulling her along the way ahahaha bc bc they’re the real puppet wow manipulation so snazzy wowza.

NOW FOR THE COFFEE SHOP AU—unironically made up a lot of the headcanons on the spot bc that kind of probably checks out right??

The main idea I had for it tho was making Portia and Vincent workers at the coffee shop bc throughout the whole musical they like don’t interact at all for the most part and I think their dynamic would be funsies AND THIS AU HAS NO DEATH, EVERYONE LIVES, EVERYTHING IS FINE BY THE END. Probably. By far the most fun to pick fits for were Beatrix and Portia like. They just stay winning. I wrote all the headcanons on the drawing but I’ll probably make an individual post about it if i actually finish the sketches and instead of doing chibi/idk smol versions of them but like normal size lmao.

[obitv]

part 1 and 16 with revenant and/or part 4 and 5 with ghostknife ? :]

5. Falling asleep/napping on each other

one day.... i will write anything other than timeskip ghostknife..... today is not that day

moving back into the old base is- weird, to say the least. all the bedrooms are destroyed, and the space somehow feels too cramped and too empty at the same. but the uncanniness is better than the crushing loneliness that'd seeped into every corner of "defender's hall", so you stay.

for now, though, neither of you had fully thought through exactly what moving back in would entail. you knew what you wanted, sure: to clear it up as much as possible and also take all the shiny tech WATCH left you back here. but logistics such as "food" and "sleeping arrangements" had been. less thought out. not that you'd neglected them at but, uh. just so happened that the storage room where you kept the spare cots got destroyed! and you could only salvage one of them! and you were definitely feeling normal when you realised this!

obviously your first thought was "oh, fuck," followed by "well, we can just go back to the hall and bring one over later?" except every day after clearing rubblr and lugging computers around you're both too tired to go back over to grab another cot, and you both keep forgetting on your computer runs...

and. well. you don't- sleep as much, these days. vyncent conks out like clockwork once he lies down though, but he's such a light sleeper that you're terrified you'll wake him up if you ever shift the tiniest bit. glaring problem: you are, currently, sharing a bed with a guy who runs hotter than most people on prime for some elf reason, and in his sleep thinks you are the prime ice pack to not overheat.

you become very used to sleeping sitting up. looking down at vyncent sleeping half on top of you, repressing the urge to run your hands through his hair, you think you might just get used to this sort of life.

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Partner

(Post-Manor AU)

Mr. Campbell was asleep next to the stoop of her apartment.

Alice never really thought she'd see him again after the manor, let alone at her apartment building. The last time she saw him, he was recovering from injuries at a hospital near the manor; Mrs. Plinius...Melly had offered him a place to stay while he recovered as well as a job that would've been even more stable than a Prospector job. He was moving up in the world like he said he wanted so...why was he here?

"Mr. Campbell?" Alice tapped his shoulder, startling the taller man awake, a snort escaping his lips. It took a minute for him to catch his bearings before looking up at the presence stand above him.

"Alice" He immediately stood up. "Uh I mean...Miss DeRoss, hi!"

"Uh...Hello...Would you...like to come in for tea?" Alice asked.

"Sure...uh..sure, yes." Norton cleared his throat. Alice nodded and led him to her apartment, trying to also ignore some of the strange looks from passers by.

-------------------------------

Boxes.

The first thing about her apartment Norton noticed were the boxes and empty shelves. Alice was busy prepping some of the tea she left out; the air between them was thick, awkward, though it was clear Norton was more anxious than she was.

"You're recovering well." She poured two cups and set them on her table, setting out the sugar and some cream as well. Norton rubbed his bandaged arm; truly he was. Aside from retaining a limp that was slowly going away, most of his bruises and his nose were healing up well.

"Thanks," He placed two sugar cubes into his tea. "I see you're moving..." There was a melancholy in his voice when he said that.

"Yeah...After everything that happened with...with Orpheus and what we discovered...I thought it'd be best to start over somewhere else and where I won't be found as easily." Alice felt a lump form in her throat. It didn't feel safe in England anymore if she were to be honest; as much as she was loath to leave, she couldn't stay either. She felt like eyes were on her all the time now.

"Where are you moving to?" Norton's demeanor was a little more relaxed.

"America...A friend of mine suggested a big country like America. It'd be easy to get lost in a crowd in a big country." Alice could've sword she saw a flash of desperation in Norton's eyes.

"So...you're just leaving..." She nodded. They sipped their tea in silence for a few minutes, simply listening to the clock before its chimes went off after a few minutes.

"So Mr. Campbell, what brought you here?"

"I...I uh wanted to thank you...y'know...for saving me back there when things went...well...the way they went. I wouldn't really be here right now if it weren't for you. Thank you."

"I'm glad you're okay Mr. Campbell. I hear Mrs. Plinius offered you a wonderful job." Norton's fingers were tapping.

"She did...It's nice but..."

Norton's brow furrowed as he tried coming up with what he wanted to say.

"Letmegowithyou!" Alice choked on her tea and Norton put his hand over his mouth, a deep red spreading across his face.

"Cough! I'm sorry? Cough!"

"Dammit that came out wrong!" Norton looked away from Alice cursing at himself, his cheek completely red. "What I mean is...uh...shit...I mean...I kinda owe you right?

"Owe me?" Norton nodded.

"You...I was a prick to you for most of the time at the Manor and you still dragged my ass out of the dirt when I was down...I kinda...feel like I owe you."

"Mr. Campbell..." Norton held up his hand.

"Norton...Just call me Norton." Alice sighed.

"Norton. You don't owe me anything, I just couldn't leave you like that." Norton pulled at his scarf to try and cool down.

"Thing is...most would've probably left me there...I'm not exactly...y'know...worth saving to most." Alice couldn't quite come up with the words she needed as she listened. Mr. Campbe...Norton's demeanor was open. He was making himself vulnerable to her and it was catching her off guard.

When they first met, he was closed off with only money being a motivator to at least put a small chip in the wall he built. Now here he was, fidgeting, stuttering, opening himself to her.

"It's just...uh...what would you do?" Alice asked.

"I mean...I doubt you're going to give up the journalism thing, right?" Oh, he could read her too couldn't he? Now it was her turn to blush a bit.

"Well...maybe it's not a good idea to...y'know...go it alone?" Alice looked away, the blush growing stronger. She had been warned by her friend that going it alone was a bad idea but she couldn't bring herself to trust anyone else. Besides, she could take care of herself....mostly.

"I'm...not sure..." Alice said.

"I...*sigh* I thought the same way....I've been alone for most of my life since...since Pa died. I couldn't trust people because they'd stab me in the back and then you come along and even without asking for something in return, helped me. Even after I was a complete ass to you. It got me thinking that maybe...maybe things aren't like what I'm used to. You're kinda closed off too, right? Maybe...maybe I can watch your back so you don't feel...y'know...alone? Especially now since you're gonna be in a new country and all."

Alice had to admit, he did have a point. She hated to admit it too but she felt she'd always be alone in this world and the manor and Orpheus had nearly convinced her it was true. Now here was Mr. Cam...Norton expressing his loneliness to her. Could she really say no when she herself desired the same thing?

"...You could help me in my journalism," Alice saw his eyes light up. "You have a better understanding than I have of what life is like in the working class and you've got quite the silver tongue. But what about your job with Mrs. Plinius?" Norton looked her in the eye.

"It's not what I'm looking for."

"Journalism doesn't always pay well."

"It's better than being trapped underground for 12 hours."

"It's a lot of travel. I probably won't have a stable home for awhile."

"I've always wanted to see the world outside of the mines."

She couldn't help it, a smirk bloomed on Alice's face. This feels right; this will work.

"Alright, lets get packing, Partner." Alice held out her hand for Norton. They'd work out the details later as they traveled. Norton took her hand and they shook on it.

"Sure thing, Partner."

[allthecanadianpolitics]

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[harrietwritesstuff]

Angstober 2024 - Day 27: Curled Up

Maksym’s breath fogs in the still, freezing air of the bunker, his hands numb against the familiar steel trigger of his gun.

He shifts further into the room, his own heartbeat audible - the rush of blood in his ears as he steps forward.

Time slows to a halt, the world narrows to a small figure, curled up on a rudimentary campbed and for a moment, he cannot breathe.

They are balanced on a precipice, waiting in the darkness.

He reaches out, pressing a hand gently against Volodymyr’s back, the familiar curve of his ribs, his spine beneath the thin black t-shirt.

A flinch, a half-heard cry and wide dark eyes meet his.

The world swings back into orbit.

[whinlatter]

hope (harry/ginny) | a microfic

for @hinnymicrofic day 14 | prompt: hope (slightly nsfw!)

They lug their trunks across the Burrow’s yard in sweaty, stony silence. ‘Beautiful evening,’ her mother remarks, as her children clamber back over the threshold of the rickety old house. ‘I do hope we get more of this lovely sunshine.’ 

Stupid thing to say, she thinks, stupid thing to hope for. There's a wishbone out drying on the kitchen window sill. Wonders if her mother plans to waste it wishing for more good weather in the middle of a war.

Dinner is shepherd’s pie - her old favourite, a Molly classic, and yet it tastes like dust, like ash, like nothing. ‘I know you’ve had a tricky time, dear,’ her mother says gently. She stiffens, glares at Ron, traitor, but then - ‘what with your exams being cancelled - and right when you’d done all that work -’ so she's safe, then, goes back to moving mash potato around her plate. ‘Made of real shepherds,’ her dad says, weak smile, trying his best. She gulps down her mouthful and excuses herself, slams the bedroom door shut, finds she's shaking.

Lying on her back on her bed, staring at the sunset’s stains on the ceiling, the only sound the late summer birdsong out of the open window. Quiet, too quiet, for a house this full. Downstairs, the kitchen’s all whispers. Every now and then she hears an unfamiliar footstep creak on the landing, strangers on the staircase. Headquarters, now. The war’s come home, and it’s using their loo.

She’d got her hopes up, that's the thing. First mistake, stupid. He’d been telling the story of Ron’s camp-bed collapsing in on him that time, lying back on his elbows under their tree with his hair ragged, handsome. She’d laughed, see, and said well, maybe this summer we’ll spare you the indignity of the campbed and being dense, he’d said well Fred and George’s room was nice if you don’t mind the smell of soot. She’d rolled her eyes, said Potter can you really not notice when a girl’s trying to get you into her bed. He’d gone red, then, stammered a bit, but it was all over his face: the wonder, the want. Your mum will go ballistic, he’d muttered, but he’d said will not would, and his hand had toyed with her hip, fingertips trailed her thigh. He’d wanted it too. He’d thought they’d have it, thought they'd get the summer, at least. 

We could’ve had ages, he’d said. Months, years, maybe. Stupid, stupidest thing, hope. No use for it.

It’d have been cramped. He’d have had to sneak down from Ron’s room, under the cloak. She’d have shown him her Harpies poster, now this is what a proper team looks like, Potter, worn her nice pyjamas, the ones with the shorts, asked him to take them off. Cleared a space for his glasses on the bedside table. He'd have slept on the right, nearest the door, ever on guard, and stroked her cheek with his knuckles, looked at her that way, like she’s precious. It would have been like that time they’d fallen asleep under their tree, heads together - the time she’d slipped up, let herself imagine it: two bodies in a bed in a house with a garden, laughter, little people running around who’d look a bit like them both. 

Stupid, stupid thing. Grips the bedspread in both fists, banishes it: all of it, all the hope. File away that future, bury it. Kill your darlings, push them out to sea.

Knock at the door. Ron, with two cups of tea and a half-empty box of Caramel Kappas. ‘Thought you might want some company,’ he mutters, sheepish, sitting on the bed. She sighs, no fight in her, and so brother and sister sit, sipping, in birdsonged silence. 

‘How are you doing?’ he asks. She means to snap - how do you think I’m doing - but takes one look at him and finds she’s fresh out of spite. ‘You’re going away with him, aren’t you?’ she says, instead. Ron nods, and it’s awful, all ache, terrible, gaping grief, all this filling in the blanks of everything that she’s losing. 

‘I just hoped,’ she says, eventually, eyes on her knees, ‘we’d have more time. I know - I know it was stupid.’

That’s all of it, really, isn’t it: her great failing, uttered aloud. Crumples, then, beside her big brother, and cries, heaping earth on all the hope as they lower it into the grave. Stupid thing, useless thing.

She thinks about the wishbone downstairs on the window sill. Thinks how stupid, how stupid it is, for something to die, and someone to make wishes out of its bones.

A/N: did not intend to write this, blame @brightlybound for this one - turns out gentle demands for a ginny's pov companion piece to yesterday’s fic will absolutely work on me, also Twenty-Two Days remains the h/g dual pov love story of all time for me so wanted to do a tribute. enjoy/sorry! back to regular writing now i swear!

now up on AO3 here | ask me anything

[roblogging]

is your art heist baby tattoo the only fandom one that you have and if so do you want more

it is yes !! so far, i definitely want more and have a few planned :)) i have sun saturn and stars on me which acrually isn't marauders related, it's a subtle semi colon but people assume it's fandom related, which is so cool. like i got that prior to fandom that's so cool. it's not fandom. but it could be.

YAP TIME !!! (below the cut purely because it's long)

the ahb tat is so much more than just ahb to me. like obviously, it's my favourite fic. i've read it over 200 times and i can recite that baby word for word nearly. but it was also the fic that got me out !!!

like i started reading marauders fics on a foldout campbed in a ymca, and i just rotted. like i wasn't going to school, i wasn't seeing my friends, i wasn't doing anything but rot about the fact i was there. and i had weekly meetings with the staff to just check on me etc and i never said anything. like i just answered yes or no and then it was over so quickly UNTIL i read ahb, and i had one of these meetings and my worker asked what i do when i'm in my room and i was like "idk i guess i'm reading a lot at the moment" and he asked what i was reading and BOOM.

which led to a support network, which made me feel better there and led to incredible friends that i'm still in contact with, which led to me going back to school and smashing my exams and just,,, so much more than fic.

AND that support worker went on to buddy read with me so that we could talk about fics, and when i left for uni i said i was scared of being alone again and he was said to "look at the numbers on the fics you're reading, and see the friends you could make" !!! so when i started feeling lonely at uni even when i had friends? BOOM. tiktok. BOOM. where we are now.

and it's just. the quote too??? "in every lifetime?" "in every one." which is cute and incredible but also !!!

it was a big thing between me and my sisters to be like "in every lifetime" like. in every lifetime it's us. it's us and we're together in every lifetime. and there was this one time like a month before i left home we had a bad night and my younger sister asked if this was every lifetime for us. and i was angry and hurt and sad so i said yes. but my older sister was like "idk what happens in every lifetime but i know that we survive in them all"

AND THEN !!! (ptw ed for this para) when i was inpatient i had a big thing about oranges. couldn't do it. and yk when i kicked it?! when i got given my scran in the ymca and i was like "shit i need something to distract myself from this" AND WHAT DID I CHOOSE??? guys guess what i chose???? it was ahb. hence the orange slice in the tat.

SO. so so so sOoooo. basically MY fic everyone else go away. i'm kidding but also like. MY fic. my fic.

SO !!!! if i ever got fandom ones it would be ones like that !! like i have a choices one sketched out to get, there's a crimson rivers quote that i want to get after my top surgery, there's a quote from kyd that i want to do something with.

and then the basic like sun moon and stars and wolf/dog YK!? like there's SO many ones i want but i reckon i'm gonna focus more on the sentimental ones like the ahb one was because then if i ever fall out of love with this space, it still means something yk? yk?

[the-last-tsar]

"Since the outbreak of war Alexey had been playing soldiers at home, proudly strutting around in his soldier's greatcoat - 'quite like a little military man', as Alix told Nicky - standing guard, digging trenches and fortifications in the palace gardens with his dyadki and in the process sometimes provoking attacks of pain in his arms. But aside from this he was in better health than he had been for years, and for some time now had had no serious attacks. It was hard for Alexandra to let her boy go, but she agreed on condition that Alexey's studies should not be interrupted. He was by now, however, woefully behind in his lessons and although he was followed to Stavka by both PVP and Pierre Gilliard, he rarely knuckled down to a full day's lessons, preferring the distractions of board games, playing his balalaika and enjoying the company of his new dog, a cocker spaniel named Joy. At Stavka Alexey was in his element, sharing the same Spartan living conditions with his father, sleeping on campbeds, going on trips to army camps, inspecting the troops with him and enjoying the camaraderie of the soldiers, and taking particular pleasure in swimming with his father in the River Dnieper. Back at Tsarskoe everyone in the entourage felt the absence of father and son: "life at the Imperial Palace became, if possible, even quieter", recalled Iza Buxhoeveden. "The whole place seemed dead. There was no movement in the great courtyard. We ladies-in-waiting went to the Empress through a series of empty halls." Whenever Nicholas and Alexey returned on visits, "the palace sprang to life". At Stavka the young heir made a strong impression on all who met him. True, he could still be brattish - particularly at table, where he had a penchant for throwing pellets of bread at his father's ADCs. But his extraordinary energy lit up a room. "It was the first time I had seen the Tsarevich when the door of our box flung open and he came like a gale of wind," recalled US naval attaché Newton McCully:

"Full of life, healthy looking, and one of the handsomest youngsters I have ever seen, I was particularly glad to see him so closely because I had heard so many rumors about his being paralyzed - maimed for life - and so on. One could not wish to see a handsomer child. Undoubtedly he has been ill, but there are no signs of illness about him now - if anything perhaps a too exuberant vitality, perhaps an organism over-nervous."

In mid-october, Alexandra, Anna Vyrubova and the girls visited Mogilev, in time to see Alexey awarded the Medal of St George 4th class. They were all delighted to see the continuing improvement in his health and strength. "He was developing marvelously through the summer both in bodily vigor and gaiety of spirits", recalled Anna Vyrubova. "With his tutors, M. Gilliard and Petrov, he romped and played as though illness were a thing to him unknown.""

The Romanov Sisters | Helen Rappaport.

[campbellthompsonwrites]

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[gruftiela]

I finished it and it was as amazing as I remembered. If you haven't read it yet, go get it!

@campbellthompsonwrites

Looking forward to the next book.

[henrcollins]

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[commitmentna]

ok so I'm camping right now, we just got to the campsite and we're setting up the tent

picture this.

sleeping bags on the floor, parents crash out and I'm left setting up my bed since I'm the only awake one, airbeds can wait til 'morrow, I want my mother shucking campbed

I set up my bed (very pleased with myself) and guess what I spy

mini fucking table

TINY LITTLE POP UP TABLE

so I go "aight baby, mini table time" and I RUN to this new addition to our camping crew and start assembling it like fuck yeah baby it's mini table o'clock

it's the coolest thing I've ever touched with my own two hands, it has pockets and a tray and storage and lil legs, THE TOP OF IT IS ACTUALLY THE BAG ATTACHED BY BUTTONS

this little man is more stable than me rn, and I love him.

[thinkingishard]

Blossomvale: Spring 1. Page 3.

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Blossomvale is based on my playthrough of M. Kirin’s TTRPG ‘Iron Valley’ (which is pay-what-you-want!: https://mkirin.itch.io/iron-valley)

Thanks to @a-tired-space-ace and @theforestspiritplaysironvalley for creating image IDs for these, I’ve made some slight edits and will include them myself when I get Spring 2 out!

[Image ID: a comic drawn in a cute, cartoony style.

1. Gumi, a koala in a rainbow sweater, walks into a sparsely-decorated room with a campbed loaded with a purple blanket, a purple wardrobe, a door leading to the right, and a hanging cloud-shaped light with colorful things hanging off of it. There are also some polka dotted curtains over a window.

2. We see the same room - Gumi is shown in green to represent their movements throughout the room, with trails showing her path. She puts some stuff away in the wardrobe, unpacks some things from her suitcase, and investigates the other door - which turns out to be a bathroom.

3. Gumi wipes off their forehead and says, “Phew! I’ll do the rest when my stuff gets here -” the speech bubble is interrupted by a 'GASP!' with an arrow that points into the next panel.

4. Mo, a brown bear in a black hoodie, is sitting at a table on his phone. Several swooping arrows point towards the sketchbook sitting next to him.

5. Gumi holds her hands to her face. There are sparkles in her eyes and around her head. Big letters to either side of her head say “Sketchbook Swap”.

End ID.]