#his untitled will be revealed soon

[sleeps-au-bag]

akechi covers + alt covers that aren't the commissioned songs for the rest of wxs except for one

the world hasn't event started yet alt. cover - akechi + miku

odore orchestra alt. cover (continuing the theme of everyone but tsukasa having a cover)

at god's mercy alt. cover

telecaster b-boy alt. cover

ego rock alt. cover

ultimate senpai - akechi, tsukasa, miku

ma cherie - akechi + gakupo

jitterbug - akechi, nene, meiko

this fucked-up wonderful world exists for me - all of wxs + rin

super hero - akechi, emu, len

to solve a mystery - akechi, tsukasa, luka

blackjack - akechi, rui, luka

skeleton orchestra and lilia - all of wxs + miku

[mybeingthere]

SISTER GERTRUDE MORGAN, 1900 - 1980, born in Alabama, USA.

“I guess my paintings spread the word; they represent something. They get me a living, of course, and help out the mission here … I am a missionary of Christ before I’m an artist. Give all the fame to some other artist. I work for the Lord. Now don’t forget to give Him credit.”

A street preacher who became an artist, poet, and musician, Sister Gertrude Morgan was guided throughout her life by visions from God. Her artistic talent was a conduit to express her religious fervor and illustrate her teachings. Self-taught, Morgan created artworks when the Spirit moved her, using found materials such as cardboard, window shades, wood, signs, and more. Her imaginative compositions often incorporated text to emphasize important themes or to cite Scripture verses. Later in her career after 1970, Morgan devoted the majority of her paintings to biblical scenes from the Book of Revelation, which focuses on the second coming of Christ. Her recurring imagery depicts the Book of Revelation’s theme of the New Jerusalem, which represents the Holy City for Christ’s followers and the fulfillment of all God’s promises. Morgan’s interpretations of this abstract, spiritual concept often include a large multistory building shown in cross section to reveal empty chambers and Christ preparing for His marriage to Sister Gertrude, as shown in New Jerusalem Court and Untitled (New Jerusalem). “And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, made ready as a bride adorned for her husband.”

Born on April 7, 1900, to a poor rural family in LaFayette, Morgan moved to New Orleans in 1939 to begin her missionary work as a singing street preacher and soon joined the Holiness and Sanctified denomination, a church where the services praised God through music and dancing. In the early 1940s, Morgan adopted the title “Sister” when she worked with two other street missionaries, Mother Margaret Parker and Sister Cora Williams. The three women built a chapel and opened a children’s shelter; the center closed down when it was destroyed by a hurricane in 1965. Morgan then moved to St. Bernard Parish where she became a nurse to a woman whose house later became Morgan’s Everlasting Gospel Mission.

– Vicki Phung Smith

https://www.juxtapoz.com/.../outsider-artist-gertrude.../

https://www.bridgeprojects.com/art.../sister-gertrude-morgan

[iwtvfanevents]

Rewind the Tape —Episode 2

Art of the episode

Just like we did for the pilot, we took note of the art shown and mentioned in the second episode while we rewatched it, and we are sharing our findings with you. Did we miss any? Can you help us put a name to the unidentified ones? Do you have any thoughts about how these references could be interpreted?

Unnamed painting by Marius de Romanus

Created for the show (uncredited artist).

Armand (still "Rashid") tells Daniel that Marius was a contemporary of Tintoretto (1518-1594).

Transformation

Ron Bechet, 2021 [Identified by Gizmodo's Linda Codega, here.]

Bechet is a New Orleans-born visual artist. He's a relative of the early jazz pioneer Sidney Bechet. Exhibition Prospect.5 says about the collection this piece belongs to: "Bechet carefully renders the ways vines wrap themselves around trees for support and access to sunlight. At times, this relationship serves both the vine and the tree. Works such as Transformation depict a harmonious symbiosis, as tree and vine both flourish. (...) Through his immersive compositions, Bechet invites us to see history and ourselves in relationship to the beauty, power, and violence of the natural world." And, from Xula Gallery: "Here, we are gifted with the physical proximity of life and death – How they share the same organic space, how they sleep together as equals. The flora of South Louisiana's natural landscape is cleaved open to expose its roots. (...) Here is botany that has every potential of becoming monstrous. All of these meanderings are used to symbolize the deep historical roots of a family home and exhibits the precariousness of nature, both human and environmental, with all of its nurturing and destructive potential. (...) It is a diaspora body, skin folded back to reveal its elegant and resilient backbone."

Untitled photographs

Vivian Maier, undated

Maier was a street photographer whose work was discovered and distributed after her death —she took more than 150,000 photographs during her life, and never printed or circulated any. You can learn more about how her work came to light here. We don't actually see the self-portrait in the third picture, which hangs to the left, until episode four.

Dancers

Edgar Degas, 1899 [Identified by @nicodelenfent, here.]

Degas produced countless paintings of ballerinas throughout his career. While he is often considered an impressionist, he himself saw himself more as a realist and preferred harsh gritty subjects of working class backgrounds. Ballerinas at the time often came from working class or poor families and worked intense grueling hours.

Berthe Morisot with a Fan

Edouard Manet, 1872 [Identified by @nicodelenfent.]

Manet was one of the first 19th-century artists to paint modern life, as well as a pivotal figure in the transition from Realism to Impressionism. The portrait in this scene shows his close friend, painter Berthe Morisot, wearing mourning blacks after the death of her father, but wearing a wedding ring —she was engaged to Manet's brother.

Portrait of Erich Lederer

Egon Schiele, 1912 [Identified by @nicodelenfent.]

The Schiele depicts a young Erich Lederer, son of art collectors Serena and August Lederer, whose collection was looted by the Gestapo.

Paddy Flannigan

George Bellows, 1908 [Identified by @nicodelenfent.]

The Bellows depicts a young impoverished boy on the streets of New York.

A Doll's House

Henrik Ibsen, 1879

Lestat tells Louis "They'll seat us late, and we'll miss Nora's entrance with the Christmas tree," which quite a few fans soon identified as a reference to this play, in which a housewife becomes slowly disillusioned with marital life and eventually leaves her husband. This conclusion led to the play being banned in certain countries, such as Germany and Britain, and Ibsen was compelled to write an alternative ending, in which Nora's husband forced her to stay. In the two stage productions pictured above, you can see Kelsey Brennan and Nate Burger on the left, and Assad Zaman and Anjana Vasan on the right.

Unnamed paintings of Papa du Lac and Paul

Created for the show (uncredited artist).

Unidentified painting*

* The running theory is that the woman in this painting is Gabrielle, Lestat's mother; which would mean this is another uncredited prop painted for the show.

Woman in A Fur Coat

Edouard Manet, 1879

Additionally, on the bottom left corner of the frame you can catch a glimpse of another unidentified painting, but we couldn't get any clearer looks of it either.

Autumn at Arkville

Alexander H. Wyant, 1909 [Identified by @vfevermillion.]

The one in the mirror and the one on the other side of the door are too blurry, but we managed to place the one on top of the couch!

The Lone Tenement

George Bellows, 1909 [Identified by @nicodelenfent.]

The National Gallery of Art says about this painting: "Bellows has imbued the composition with a sense of eerie wistfulness, recording the precarious positions of those who were being displaced to make way for the future."

Don Pascuale

Gaetano Donizetti, 1842

The opera that Louis and Lestat go to at the end of the episode follows an elderly bachelor, who gets conned by his nephew Ernesto and his friend Malatesta into marrying the nephew's lover, Norina, under false pretenses. You can find a complete synopsis here.

The Storm On The Sea Of Galilee

Rembrandt van Rijn, 1633 [Identified by Gizmodo's Linda Codega.]

Rembrandt van Rijn, Dutch Baroque painter and printmaker from the 17th century, is best known for his biblical and allegorical pieces. Rembrandt's only seascape was stolen from the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in Boston on March 18th, 1990, alongside other 12 works of art. The case remains unsolved.

If you spot or put a name to any other references, let us know if you'd like us to add them with credit to the post!

This week, we will be rewatching and discussing Episode 3, Is My Very Nature That of a Devil. We can't wait to hear your thoughts!

And, if you're just getting caught up, learn all about our group rewatch here ►

[sweetcheeksschemmenti]

Untitled Excerpt

For the insatiable Melissa Schemmenti lovers who need new fics:

Here’s a (completely unedited) little bite of a piece I’m working on. Calliope is a server at a restaurant that Joe and Melissa frequent and she’s sick of seeing the redhead treated so horribly.

Melissa Schemmenti x female OC

Warnings: Nasty Joe being verbally gross.

Anyway, more to come soon!

As she approached the table she could already tell it was going to be a rough evening. Joe seemed to already be a little tipsy. She took a deep breath and walked up. “Howdy! Bud light for Joe, and a glass of red for the prettiest lady in Philly.” She placed the respective glasses in front of them and looked right at Melissa just in time to see the blush creep up onto her cheeks. Her shy smile quickly faded as Joe chimed in.

“I don’t know about all that, now. You give her a pretty good run for her money,” he chuckled as he looked directly at Calliope’s chest, completely unashamed. Callie noticed the hurt in Melissa’s eyes before she masked it with a fake smile.

She refused to acknowledge his remark and addressed Melissa instead, “If you ever decide to leave his ass, let me know. I’d treat you right. We having the usual tonight, folks?” She winked at the older woman, ignoring Joe’s glare. Melissa gave a stiff nod and took a large sip from her glass.

It was the same routine almost every Saturday night. Joe would flirt with Callie, Callie would flirt with Melissa. They’d order their usual meals, eat in near silence, chat with Cal about anything and everything when the night slowed down and she had the time. Joe would pay the bill and not tip, Melissa would excuse herself to the restroom to find Callie in the server hallway and slip her $20 so he wouldn’t see.

Once a month, Melissa would dine alone while her husband was out of town on business. On those nights, Cal would drop off a slice of cheesecake or lava cake at the table and tell her the kitchen made an extra by accident. In reality, she used her employee meal to cover the dessert just to put a smile on the woman’s face. Melissa would stay well past close to talk with Callie in the dim lit dinning room, often being the very last customer to leave. Conversation after conversation, Melissa revealed more about her situation with Joe and it broke the server’s heart. She confided in Calliope that she knew he was cheating on her, she just couldn’t find the right time to leave.

[partially-controlled-chaos]

Masterlist

Hello! I'm Catie (28 she/her)! Baldur's Gate 3 single-handedly brought me out of a 10 year fanfic writing hiatus and the brain rot is deep in my brain. Mostly SFW works, but I have some NSFW sprinkled throughout, but it's all marked accordingly.

Thanks for visiting!

Complete master list for all of my fanfics are below. They can be read on Tumblr through the links below or can be read on AO3 here if you prefer! Currently all for Baldur's Gate 3, but could include more if I ever get out of the chokehold this game has me in.

For the time being, all Astarion fics are posted in my chronological order. I tend to stray a bit from canon with those and with it being my Tav, the backstory is in the first one. When I get more written for Halsin and other characters it'll be the same.

Thank you so much for reading!

Current wip

Untitled Zevlor WIP

Astarion

Simply Transactional (Completed): Astarion x Named Tav (Tavriel) Astarion and Tav have an unexpected run-in one night in a clearing. After revealing part of her past, Tav realizes her relationship with Astarion might simply be a transactions for both parties. Pre-confession Astarion. Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Come Back to Me (Completed): Astarion x Named Tav (Tavriel) After an attack in the Shadow Cursed Lands, Tavriel is exposed to the toxins of fear inducing mushroom spores, causing her already weakened mind to relive the traumatic horrors of her past. Astarion and Halsin are forced to work quickly to cure her mind of the spores before the effects remain with her permanently. Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Halsin

New Life Shall Prosper (Completed): Halsin x Gender Neutral Reader Months after the fall of the Absolute, you and Halsin have carved a happy life for yourselves within Thaniel's Realm, making a safe haven for all. A life full of hope and prosperity, only enhanced once you discover the very real possibility that you are with child. Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Indulgence (Completed): Halsin X Gender Neutral Reader Halsin has always struggled with indulging in the more pleasurable aspects of life. However, with the shadow curse lifted and your group now on the road to Baldur's Gate, you and Halsin find time to indulge in a bit of fun and a sweet treat before retiring for the evening. Indulgence, Something Sweeter NSFW

Summer Spice Day 28: Sleepy Sex NSFW (Completed): Halsin X F!Reader Prompt for Summer Spice 2024. A quiet night in the Elfsong Tavern rooms leads to a few stolen kisses and a quick moment of passion while avoiding rousing your sleeping companions in the room. Read Here

Guilty Pleasures NSFW (Completed): Halsin X GN!Reader With the shadow curse and the threat of Ketheric Thorm looming over him, Halsin manages to find a bit of solitude in his tent and indulge in his inner most fantasies. Read Here

When We Were Young (Completed): Halsin X Named F!Tav (Tavriel) Deep in the autumn forest, Halsin and Tavriel share a sweet, if not awkward, moment to themselves. Pre-tattoo, pre-scar, love-lorn 90 year old druid initiate Halsin being completely inexperienced with anything romantic. Read Here

Zevlor

Untitled WIP coming soon: Zevlor X Gender Neutral Reader

[refigiowen]

Untitled Project (Scrapped): Scene 1 "The Tomb of The Nameless"

The wounded soldier crawls down the stairs leading into the dark tomb, the blood coming from his wounds leaving behind a trail. Left and right are bodies of previously deceased men, all having died as nameless nobodies. Soon, the soldier knew, he will join them too. He can barely see a thing as he finally reachess the main hall, a single large pile of corpses filling the room. He approaches the pile and with the last ounce of his strength he throws himself onto it, slowly awaiting his final breathe.

In his final moments he begins to recite a prayer:

"I give mine body and spirit to those who wisheth to let this world prosper. Oh Three Brothers, i give mine soul to all of you. Let the beauty of our home continue to shine.."

"..and us men thrive." Says an unknown voice from within the shadows of the room.

"All which came here to find peace have spoken those words, all died thinking their prayer would aid their beloved lords. And yet, their prayers met none for their target had already left them centuries ago. Your life was like everyone else's, one of bloodshed, despair, hunger and fear and death. Born and raised in a world where men are but animals, feasting on one another while praying for a better world - begging like children without ever trying to achieve their goal by themselves. That ignorance, oh that blissful ignorance.. It's a work of art, the way your ignorance shines through your very heart!

You all ask and beg for your precious lords to grant you your wish, not knowing that they too have abandoned you all, and refuse to try and take matters into your own hands.

I find that funny. I find that amusing.

I have been observing you. I have been awaiting you. This world was built on betrayal, lies, and illusions among broken promises. I wish to build this world anew. And to hunt down those lords, those which lied to all of you. They have taken my arm, my face, so i waited. And waited. And waited for someone so unspecial, so... nameless. So that when i meet them, they shall feel the despair, the hatred, of their children through the eyes of someone so little, so worthless... Do not think of me as a saviour.. i am as bad as they are. My path will be one of death. Those who deserve it and those who don't... all will die and their blood will be what gives birth to a new age."

The voice slowly reveals itself, half of its upper body missing, allowing one to peek into its hollow insides. On that same side of its body an arm is missing, the other having a claw for a hand. Its face was ripped off and has healed in a way that its white, almost marble like, skin has become utterly smooth - almost like a mask. This being has only one eye.

In some aspects it resembles a man and a woman, its facial features seem feminine, its long hair too. Yet the rest of its body was that of a man.

"Prehevil, yes.. that is what they called those who believed in my words all those years ago. Through you i shall take my place as god of this world. Be not afraid.. for you will wake up in a sunny meadow, surrounded by flowers, warm rays of sunlight bathing your body in a warm embrace."

[sundrop-writes]

Sunny's Post-Hiatus Fanfiction Schedule

So, I just finished another fic (but I am still in the living hell limbo of moving and I need the distraction) - and the 'Coming Soon' section of my pinned is getting way too long. So I'm gonna keep updating this post, and I'm gonna have this linked in my pinned as the general collection of my WIPs and things I have written during the hiatus. Also there will be more updates about WIPs and discussions about what I'm working on over on @tenpintsof-sundrop. And I will link the completed fics on this post when they are done and posted.

Again, if you want to see a preview for any fic that doesn't already have one, feel free to ask. When I get back from my hiatus officially, I will be posting a poll to determine which fic will be edited in order to be posted first, so when you read over this list, think of which fic you are looking forward to most so that you can have your answer. If you want to be tagged in any of these fics when they come out, info about taglists is right here.

Heaven’s Gate - Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader. Strangers to Lovers/Lovers Reunited. Emotional Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Fluff. Set during Seasons 1-5. You and Daryl get seperated when the Prison falls, and both believe the other person to be dead. But you can't let go of the things your relationship taught you. Eventually, when you're reunited - it's like you never missed a moment apart. (17,100 words est.) - NOW POSTED

Untitled Daryl PWP - Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Set during Season 4. Daryl gets jealous, and takes it out on you. (2,300 words est.) - NOW POSTED

Some Kind Of Disaster - Gally (TMR) x Fem!Reader. Best Friends to Lovers/Lovers Reunited. Emotional Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Smut. Set during The Death Cure. You had every reason to believe Gally was dead, so when a mysterious stranger pulls off his mask and reveals himself to be the one person you had been missing so badly - you are shocked. And then you show him just how badly you had been missing him. (6,800 words est.) - PREVIEW HERE

English Blood // American Heartache - Gally (TMR) x Fem!Reader x Newt (TMR). Established Monogamous Relationship to Polyamory. (Very slight) Emotional Angst and Smut. Set post Death Cure/Safe Haven Era. Newt Lives AU. (Sequel to the above fic.) When you get to the Safe Haven, you believe that you have everything you ever wanted, everything you ever needed. So why do you have a nagging feeling that something is missing? Turns out, that 'missing' thing was the addition of your best friend Newt to your bed, which your boyfriend Gally is more than happy to provide. (20,300 words est.)

Trouble Is - Thomas (TMR) x Fem!Reader. (Pining) Friends to Lovers. Smut/PWP. Sex Pollen. Set during The Scorch Trials. Just as the group finds safety outside of the Maze, you are separated off from everyone as the only girl, and not being able to see you slowly drives Thomas insane. Until one day, he's locked in a room with you - but there's nothing suspicious about that, right? (6,900 words est.) - PREVIEW HERE

BRAINWASHED - Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader. Pining Best Friends/One-Sided Fantasies. Smut/PWP. Panty Stealing. Stiles has been in love with you for as long as he can remember, and since you both hit high school, that love has become perverted by hormones. But he can't help it. He also can't seem to help it when he steals a pair of your underwear that were seemingly laid out for him - but he can't get too caught up in the logistics when he has a hand around his cock. (6,900 words est.) - NOW POSTED

Stupid For You - Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader. Pining Best Friends to Lovers. Smut/PWP. Sequel to the above fic. Stiles still has your underwear that he stole, and he accidentally drops them in the locker room - in front of the entire lacrosse team. He lies and says that he got them from a hook-up with you, and surprisingly - you cover for him? But only on the condition that you can turn his lie into the truth. (10,200 words est.) - NOW POSTED

Blood In The Water - Void!Stiles x Fem!Reader. (Pining) Best Friends to 'Lovers'. Pure Angst. Set during Season 3 (with flashbacks to Season 1). When Void takes control, you worry about the damage that he's inevitably doing to Stiles's body. So you make a deal with him - if he lets Stiles eat, then you'll feed Void with some of your pain. But it's not cuts or broken bones that he wants from you - it's your tears. (8,400 words est.) - FANFIC MOODBOARD HERE - NOW POSTED

Untitled Isaac Smut Blurb - Sub!Isaac Lahey x Dom!GN!Reader. Established FWB Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during Season 2. You tell Isaac that he needs to relax, and then you show him the perfect way to do just that. (2,100 words est.)  - NOW POSTED

Freak Like Me - Dom!Lydia Martin x Sub!GN!Reader. Established FWB Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during Season 2. Jackson may have broken up with Lydia, but his loss is absolutely your gain. (2,100 words est.)

Why Am I The One? - Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader. Exes to Lovers. Emotional Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Smut. Set just post Season 3, Episode 4. After Issac is kicked out of Derek's apartment with no reasoning and nowhere to go, he comes through a rainstorm soaking wet and finds his way to you. Freezing, alone, and looking desperate and sad - will you turn him away after cheating on you, or will you forgive him like you always do? (13,000 words est.) - NOW POSTED

[erenfxrever]

untitled | radioapple

you guys picked fluff and radioapple so here it is

(this was so rushed pls dont come after me)

Delicate hands slid down the spruce doors before him, a sigh of unease slipping out of Lucifer's mouth. He rapped on the wood, his stomach fluttering as he closed his eyes and waited for his cold eyes to meet his face; but they didn't come. After a few moments of consideration, he decided to let himself in. Lucifer looked around for a little bit, opening his drawers and rummaging through his undergarments (to his embarrassment). He soon heard small clicks on the bathroom tile; they sounded like hooves. Anxiety shot through his chest like a bullet as he slowly crept towards the bathroom. What if it was an intruder? He didn't notice any noise from the bathroom before...Lucifer drew his cane and held it over his shoulders, ready to strike when the door opened. Lucifer blinked and began to steady his breathing as he gripped his stick. After a bit of shuffling the door flung open, revealing a half-covered Alastor. Alastor jumped back and yelped, his fur bristling with surprise. His towel was barely covering his member while his chest was fully out, his chest fur fluffed up from the blow dryer. How did Lucifer not hear a goddamn blow dryer? "Your majesty?" Lucifer's jaw dropped as he noticed how muscular Alastor really was behind all the layers he wore. His eyes wandered over to the freckles that sprinkled his shoulders, a blush rising into his cheeks. The way Alastor's ears perked up with confusion and how his tail wagged slightly, as if he was almost enjoying the attention made Lucifer's stomach turn. Flustered, Alastor muttered. "Lucifer, pardon me, but I need to- to exit the bathroom- which you are in front of, blocking my way." He tied his towel around his waist and flushed a deep red as he left the bathroom and ripped out a pair of boxers, his nose scrunching. "Did someone go through my-? Nevermind." He breathed deeply and calmly requested for Lucifer to leave, but his jaw still hung low to the floor. "Your highness, I must ask you to leave..." Lucifer breathed deeply and ran over to him, sprawling him against the bed and burying his face into his fluff. Alastor squirmed and whined, trying to wiggle free. The devil look up with pleading eyes and a quivering lip, as if he was asking him to stay. Alastor reluctantly agreed and settled under his comforter, Lucifer disappearing once Alastor looked away. "Your majesty-?" Alastor jumped and hissed as Lucifer slithered across the creases of the blanket, crawling up his body and nesting himself into his fur. The sinner's face felt hot as he used a finger to stroke the snakes head, relaxing as it nuzzled his chest. Calm overtook him as he laid a hand on Lucifer, his vision slowly fading to black.

[anemicjellyfish]

Untitled Andrealphus/Stolas Fic: Chapter One

It has a title, but I'm not ready to call it that until it's complete and ready for AO3. But you all get it here first!

Info: Word Count 2,334. Not beta read, barely proofread. Warning for alcohol consumption, and implied sexual assault/rape (actual occurrence is not depicted, but the source material alludes to it, so I'm keeping a warning for it on this fic).

I hope I can get the rest of this out soon!

The burden of formality weighed down the party’s atmosphere, stifling the already warm room. What could have been a lively evening was instead another game of choreographed interactions between all of Hell's most elite.

This was a game Andrealphus knew well. It was easy enough to initiate and maintain conversation with others, even those above his station. He had had a lifetime of preparation for this. Ever since his sister’s arranged marriage, the two had undergone constant instruction in navigating the social hierarchy of Goetic demons. 

The wedding ceremony ended just a few hours ago, with the married couple disappearing for their official portrait as guests were brought into the palace ballroom. Drinks were served to placate the crowd as they occupied their time with ceaseless ploys and power plays. Perfection was the expectation, and Andrealphus always exceeded expectations.

Still, the Marquis found it dreadfully mundane. After over a dozen well-wishes to pass on to his sister and her husband, Andrealphus struggled to keep his annoyance in check. Lesser demons wishing to climb the ranks gravitated to the now brother-in-law of Prince Stolas, as if his presence itself would somehow raise their own position.

With Stella now married off to the seldom seen Prince of the Ars Goetia, their family was now better off than almost any other. The social status alone would be enough to fuel any of Andrealphus’ ambitions to fruition. The financial assets were a welcome addition, as well.

His attention was drawn back to the conversation he placed himself in. Whichever distant cousin this was had roped him into a long lecture about duty and self-image, as though Andrealphus needed any education on either subject.

“Andrealphus, really,” the black-beaked raven scolded, “it is unbecoming of one in your position to be absent in conversation to your equal.”

“Not at all,” Andrealphus appeased, “I was simply ruminating on the meaning of your words. It was… it was really a captivating–” 

The sudden fanfare from the string quartet nearby interrupted him at just the right moment. The ornate doors of the ballroom opened, revealing Prince Stolas and his new bride.

Oh, thank Satan, Andrealphus thought, a sigh of relief escaping from his chest. 

A small butler imp announced their entry before closing the doors, once again sealing the air in the room. With Aamon no longer interested in correcting the slight against him, Andrealphus was free to slip into the crowd. He exchanged his empty wine glass for a new one, taking his time to analyze the flavor as he observed the change in the party’s atmosphere.

Dozens of demons gathered around Stolas, congratulating him and his beautiful wife on their marriage. Elegant yet stiff in his posture, the Prince thanked each one in turn.

Conversations grew louder as guests drank more and began to enjoy themselves. A marriage such as this was a rare occasion for the Ars Goetia; a Prince securing the means of producing an heir to the royal line was cause to celebrate.

Andrealphus sipped his wine and reminded himself that that was what it was all for. His own future was as secure as his sister’s ability to reproduce… and her ability to not let her marriage burst into flames.

He sighed into his glass, crystalizing the condensation on the outside into delicate patterns of ice. Stella’s beauty may have won her the coveted spot as Stolas’ bride, but her personality could be her downfall. If she could maintain her composure around Stolas, even in private, she would enjoy all the luxuries that come with her new position. As would Andrealphus.

The party continued long into the night. Stolas seemed almost relieved when Stella removed herself from his side to entertain a group of enthusiastic relatives. Stolas moved through the groups of demons that had formed their own social circles, side-stepping until he was leaning against a window near the back of the ballroom. Andrealpus saw the opportunity to greet the Prince alone. He would have preferred his first meeting with his now brother-in-law to be a bit more private, but circumstances couldn’t be helped. Gaining favor with Stolas was his top priority; he had come too far to let anything set him back now.

“Prince Stolas,” Andrealphus bowed slightly and rose, “I congratulate you on your marriage to my sister. I am Andrealphus.”

“Thank you, Andrealphus,” Stolas replied, his voice amicable, but his expression neutral. There was a perfect, practiced poise in Stolas’ mannerisms. Graceful, yet restrained, he was the model image for all Goetia.

“It is an honor to meet you in person.” Andrealphus continued, swallowing his envy. “I believe Stella will make a lovely wife for you, your highness.”

Stolas looked out the window, the night almost enveloping the grounds outside the palace. His breathing slowed as he stared a while longer into the darkness.

“Do you think we could drop some of the pointless formalities, Andrealphus?”

“My… apologies?” Andrealphus sputtered in surprise, nearly letting the glass slip out of his hand. The Prince’s sudden suggestion was so brazen that it bordered on absurdity.

Stolas turned back to him. His lower eyes grew wide and he set his own glass of wine down on the windowsill. “No, no! Mine, actually.” He wrung his hands together before dropping them to his sides. “I seem to have lost track of my surroundings for a moment.”

Andrealphus studied Stolas more closely. The Prince’s heart-shaped face had been pale most of the night, but was now tinted a light pink. Whether it was from the alcohol or embarrassment, Andrealphus wasn’t sure. Either way, he saw this as an opportunity to isolate Stolas from the rest of the crowd.

“Perhaps you could use some fresh air?” Andrealphus suggested. He motioned toward a set of glass doors leading to a balcony. Stolas nodded in response.

The night was warm, but a gentle breeze cooled the air. With the lights of the party behind them, The Prince and the Marquis could now see the treetops tinted red by the moon. The sounds of merriment and music were dulled behind the doors, the clinking of glasses barely audible anymore.

“I only meant,” Stolas continued, his expression unreadable, “that since we are now brothers by law, maybe some of the etiquette, some of the formal titles, could be set aside. If you find it acceptable, of course.” He sighed, covering his face with a hand. “I think today has worn me thin; I apologize for losing my composure.”

Andrealphus considered his options. There was a chance that he was being tested: that Stolas was feigning familiarity to gauge Andrealphus’ loyalty to him. A very discreet power play, but without any rationale to back it up. Stolas should have no reason to suspect him of duplicity. Not after just meeting him.

As Stolas leaned on the railing overlooking the perfectly manicured gardens, Andrealphus didn’t see that type of cunning. 

“It’s understandable.” Andrealphus swirled his wine glass and stepped closer, leaning one elbow on the railing. “These parties, wonderful as they are, can be a bit… exhausting. Especially after a long day. And your day has been so much longer than mine, Stolas.”

Andrealphus didn’t have time to register any worry about foregoing Stolas’ title. Stolas relaxed instantly. With a wave of his hand, Stolas’ magic undulated before them. Several stars above them began to shine more brightly, first as pinpricks of light, then into brilliant, glowing constellations. The sheer power of a Prince of the Ars Goetia had brought Hell’s sky to life for a brief moment before it faded back to a dark red. As Stolas turned to face him, Andrealphus saw his glowing pupils sink back into his eyes. His quickening heartbeat told him that his own pupils had unwillingly surfaced during the display.

“Today was written by the stars.” Stolas spoke without emotion. “This day, like every other, was prophesied before it ever began.”

Andrealphus stood in awe of the demon before him. Stolas had access to a cosmos of foretold events. The Universe itself would unveil its deepest secrets to him. The Marquis’ own power paled in comparison.

Still, the new foundation between them was being set tonight.

Andrealphus raised his arms and exhaled a breath of frost. Fog covered the sky just overhead. Delicate snowflakes were suspended midair, reflecting the lights of the party behind them. Nowhere near as bright or as powerful as the stars, but beautiful all the same. He turned to Stolas, who reached out and tapped the nearest snowflake. It spun in place, glittering as it danced in the light. The Prince sighed contentedly. 

“In case you ever read a prophecy you dislike.” Andrealphus joked, hoping the Prince would find humor in his attempt to cover the stars.

Stolas’ expression softened. A thin line emerged from either side of his beak, spreading further and turning upward into a smile.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, with a little hoot that may have been a laugh, “thank you, Andrealphus.”

The fog slowly dissipated, revealing the night sky once again. The pair stood quietly in the dark.

Inside, the party began to wind down. Several higher demons left early, and lower members soon followed suit. The remainder of the guests mostly consisted of close family to both Stolas and Stella.

Stolas broke the silence that had settled between them. “I believe I must make a final appearance before the end of the night.”

Andrealphus hummed. “Yes, social obligation and all. Not to mention, you still have your… well, the remainder of your wedding night to look forward to.”

Stolas’ shoulders shifted slightly downward, hardly noticeable in the dim light of the half moon.

“Yes,” Stolas�� voice was barely a whisper, “there is that.”

Andrealphus walked to the glass door, but paused when he grasped the handle. He wasn’t entirely certain about what he was seeing and hearing from Stolas. Saying anything might result in terrible, damning consequences.

The Prince that had read the stars waited just behind him.

He could open the door and return to the party immediately. He could ignore the feeling in his gut that focused on Stolas’ long legs and slender frame more with each passing minute. He could find a way to forget the way the moonlight gave a lavender hue to soft down feathers on his neck, sticking out ever so slightly around his collar.

Or he could risk everything.

“Stolas,” Andrealphus hesitated, choosing his words carefully, “if, for any reason, you desire my company after spending time with Stella, perhaps we could meet again?”

Stolas raised an eyebrow, eyeing Andrealphus with confusion, but not suspicion.

“Perhaps,” Andrealphus turned toward Stolas again, “I… could invite you over for tea sometime?”

Stolas blinked in surprise. He clasped his hands in front of himself. “I believe I would like that.” 

Oh, thank fucking Satan, Andrealphus breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever the outcome of his invitation may be, at least it was well-received.

The Marquis opened the door, letting the soft music out into the night as he gestured for Stolas to enter first. His attempt at a formal farewell was met with an awkward embrace in Stolas’ arms. Andrealphus managed to keep his composure, despite his shock. When his sister noticed the interaction from across the room, he crossed over to intervene before any of the remaining guests noticed the look of disgust on her face.

Stella kept her voice a low hiss. “What the FUCK are you DOING?!” Thankfully, she had the sense to not make a scene at her own wedding reception. 

“I am securing a great asset, my dear sister.” Andrealphus took her arm in his endearingly. “An asset in the form of a newly minted friendship with your darling husband.”

Stella lowered her brow, a twisted scowl spreading under her pink beak as she wrested her arm from his. “What happened to keeping things formal? Are you really so lonely that you have to ask the top of the pecking order to- to be your friend, of all things? Honestly, this is pathetic.”

Andrealphus couldn't hold back the caw of anger; he quickly raised his glass to his mouth as a distraction.

“You've done your part up until now. I think it's only fair if I, hmm, pick up some slack?”

“None of this is secure until the heir is hatched, idiot. While you're out playing ‘friends’,” Stella shoved a finger onto Andrealphus’ chest before gesturing at herself, “I am the one doing all the work when it comes to that disgusting, scrawny bag of feathers–”

“Cease your bitching,” Andrealphus hissed, “you fucking goose.” He scanned the room, ensuring they hadn't been overheard by some drunken Earl or Knight. He waved off a lone Goetia who noticed their spat, playing it off as a fun sibling rivalry. 

“I'm on your side, dear sister.” Andrealphus reminded her. “My assistance may alleviate some of your social duties. It'll give you more time for your hobbies, whatever they are, while you focus on getting that heir made and hatched.”

Both siblings glanced toward Stolas, who was making a calm farewell announcement to the remainder of the party guests. 

“Whatever, Andrealphus.” Stella pouted. “Just stay out of my way until I get that over with.”

“Goodnight, Stella,” Andrealphus smirked, “and congratulations on your marriage.”

Stella stormed off toward her husband, leaving Andrealphus alone. 

“You there!” He addressed the small imp who was collecting discarded plates and glasses. “Point me to the exit in this oversized labyrinth of a palace.”

The small imp pointed to the ornate double doors. “Through there, then left.”

Andrealphus placed his empty wine glass atop the imp's head. 

“Learn to address your superiors properly, you little pest.”

With a flourish, Andrealphus exited the ballroom, not turning back to watch the imp struggle to remove the glass frozen to his hair. 

It had struck him as odd that Stolas’ servant would make such a mistake. Perhaps his duties prevented him from interacting with the imps often. He was certain that Stella would teach them their place soon enough.

[siriuslysatorusimping]

Thought I’d share my Spotify wrapped since it’s once again because of Gojo and Rinko 😂

I just can’t help it. Beautiful is such a fucking perfect song and it’s impossible for Eve to release a song that isn’t absolutely incredible. For those who don’t know Eve, his song, Kaikai Kitan, is the S1 JJK OP.

That self-indulgent untitled story I’ve posted a couple of blurbs for? Aisai and Shinkai by Eve are the two main songs I listen to for it 👀👀

And Bittersweet Memories? Kotonoha by Eve. Listen to it. Feel the bittersweet melody of it and fall in love. It has a line that (roughly) translates to “I wonder if someday I’ll forget this too?”

On top of that, I’ll give a lil reveal for Bittersweet Memories, which I decided to go the extra mile for and gave the full title of: 思い出は��ろ苦い, The Memories are Bittersweet: Omoide wa Horonigai.

Anyway, I hope everyone is doing well. For those in school, finals should be starting soon, right? I wish you luck!!

Update from me: I’ve been working part-time and moving into my new apartment, which is why I’ve MIA a bit more lately. Moving from a three bedroom house into a single bedroom apartment is a LOT. Especially doing it alone. Plus, I’ve been finding damages from my ex-husband’s tantrums that I’m going to have to repair 🙃 on top of needing to figure out what to do with some of the things he left behind just so he didn’t have to deal with them. I’m still searching for full time job, too, but no luck so far 😔 the job market is pretty fuckin ROUGH right now.

ANYWAY. I digress. I hope you’re all doing well. There are a few messages I haven’t responded to yet, but I promise I’m not ignoring them and will respond!!! 😊

- 💕 Kiko

[pjsk-story-summaries]

Wonderlands x Showtime Main Story Summary

TL;DR: Tenma Tsukasa, an egotistical aspiring actor, auditions for a cast member position at Phoenix Wonderland. He is picked up by Otori Emu, an optimistic dreamer, at the run-down Wonder Stage. They encounter the mysterious director Kamishiro Rui performing alone within the park, who upon invitation into the troupe also brings along his shy childhood friend Kusanagi Nene.

The four of them work to put on a show, but disaster strikes when Robonene runs out of battery halfway through the show. Tsukasa yells at Nene out of frustration, sparking Rui to leave the troupe.

Tsukasa goes to the SEKAI to reflect, where he finds Usa-chan, one of the plushies, crying. Through his attempts to cheer her up, he finally remembers the true reason he wanted to be a star: to make others smile, especially his dear younger sister.

Tsukasa apologizes to Emu and Nene, who both decide to rejoin the troupe; however, Rui is not convinced. The three of them put on a new show in the SEKAI that ultimately causes Rui a change of heart, officially re-forming Wonderlands x Showtime.

Official English Youtube upload / Song (The World Hasn't Even Started Yet) / Animation

Chapter 0: The story begins with Tsukasa narrating about the show he had seen as a little kid with Saki, sparking his dream to be a star that makes everybody smile. After a hard cut to the present day, we find Tsukasa preparing for an audition at Phoenix Wonderland. Saki comes up to talk to him, which eventually reaches her asking why he wanted to become a star in the first place. Tsukasa can't remember. Suddenly, his phone flashes with the new Untitled song, transporting him to SEKAI. Miku and KAITO introduce themselves and the place, but Tsukasa denies it all.

Chapter 1: Tsukasa arrives at his interview. He introduces himself with his standard stardom speech, shocking the interviewers but catching the ear of a certain onlooker. A short time later, Tsukasa receives his acceptance letter with arrogant pride. Both Rui and Nene overhear him talking to himself about it, but don't interact. Kigurumi (Mascot) leads Tsukasa over to the Wonder Stage, much to the latter's disappointment. Suddenly, Emu leaps down from the rooftop and reveals she's the one who invited Tsukasa.

Chapter 2: Emu had specially requested Tsukasa after he failed the initial audition. Tsukasa is less than impressed with the current state of the run-down stage and lack of an audience. He tries giving Emu his autograph before leaving, but Emu tackles him instead, saying she had made a promise to do shows at this stage specifically. Suddenly, the stage projector switched on to reveal Miku. When trying to call and resign, Emu finds Untitled and clicks it, sending the both of them to SEKAI.

Chapter 3: Tsukasa encounters Mikudayo, who soon reveals herself to be the actual Miku. She pushes him into the show tent, where KAITO and Emu are preparing for a show. The Virtual Singers explain the concept of SEKAI. Tsukasa insists he knows what his true feelings are, but the Virtual Singer's aren't so convinced. Usa-chan, a talking stuffed rabbit, also introduces herself. Tsukasa panics and passes out.

Chapter 4: After regaining consciousness, Tsukasa demands to leave the SEKAI. Emu promises to help find Tsukasa's phone only if he promises to do shows at the Wonder Stage with her, to which he reluctantly agrees. Back in the real world, Kigurumi attacks Tsukasa for "kidnapping" Emu, intimidating him to the point where he fears going back on his word to help her out. Tsukasa and Emu then set off to find more cast members. They find some small robots, who lead the pair to Rui's performance.

Chapter 5: Rui begins telling the tale of an alchemist who loves theater. However, his story is cut short by Security chasing him out. The next day, Tsukasa learned the strange performer is a new transfer to his school. Rui had been waiting for him on the rooftop, following his movements with a drone. Impressed, Tsukasa offers him a spot in his new troupe as director. Rui declines.

Chapter 6: Rui explains that he wants to do the shows he wants to do, ones that exist to make the audience happy. Tsukasa affirms that he'd perform any role given to him "to 12,000% satisfaction". Rui catches a glimpse of Nene walking down below. He decides to accept the offer, if and only if Tsukasa would take one other member. Later, Tsukasa takes Rui to the Wonder Stage and introduces him to Emu. The two instantly hit it off.

Chapter 7: Rui introduces the other two to Robonene. Tsukasa is hesitant on the concept, but after Nene's display of skill, he reluctantly agrees to accept her in (though he's more worried of losing the limelight than anything else). Afterwards, Rui and Nene chat about the new adventure in front of them.

Chapter 8: Tsukasa and Saki chat. When things take a melancholy turn, Tsukasa begins reciting script lines to cheer her up. Saki thanks him and talks about how he always used to do shows like this when they were little, especially with a small bunny plushie. The next day, Tsukasa brings the rest of the troupe the newly completed show script, along with a proposal for a troupe name. It was bad and immediately shot down. Through Emu's ramblings, Rui suggests naming their troupe after the different worlds the stage can become through showtime. Emu adds an x to represent the multiplying wonderlands, giving birth to Wonderlands x Showtime.

Chapter 9: Rui runs over the script with everyone and suggests some extreme stunt ideas, much to Tsukasa's horror. Nene tells Emu about Rui's history with this, and how most people avoided him afterwards. Despite the outlandish ideas, Tsukasa and Emu warm up to them. Later, Nene comments on how much happier Rui looks now. The next day, the troupe works together on the show. Emu suggests going to "that place" to look for inspiration and sends the four of them to SEKAI.

Chapter 10: Rui immediately begins analyzing the SEKAI and wanders off. KAITO gives Tsukasa and Emu advice while Miku greets the real Nene hiding somewhere else. Nene's too shy to have a conversation, however. Before the four leave SEKAI, Miku again questions what being a star means to Tsukasa, who's true feelings are still unknown.

Chapter 11: Wonderlands x Showtime finishes rehearsals for their show. Emu thanks Tsukasa and the others for performing shows with her here at this stage. Rui and Nene stay late to rehearse a little longer. The next day arrives, and the show begins.

Chapter 12: The play starts off as a hit! Halfway through Nene's song, however, Robonene loses power and crashes into Tsukasa. They try their best to recover, but any momentum they had gained was lost. The play was ruined.

Chapter 13: Tsukasa lashes out at Nene for the mistake. Rui tries taking the blame instead, while Emu desperately tries keeping the peace. Despite Rui's insistence, Tsukasa continues his outrage. Nene runs off. Rui tells Tsukasa that "you can't stage great shows alone", and that Tsukasa's selfishness means he will never become a star. Rui officially quits the troupe. Later, Rui goes to apologize to Nene for making her join the troupe. Tsukasa goes to the SEKAI for advice.

Chapter 14: Tsukasa runs into Usa-chan crying. Though his dance only made things worse, he managed to distract her by immitating Emu's wonderhoy. He spins it to form an improv play and invites Usa-chan to join along, to which she happily agrees. After playing for some time, Tsukasa notices the name "Saki" written under her foot. Tsukasa finally realizes the SEKAI is full of things from his memories, and a memory of him cheering up a sick Saki in a hospital room. Tsukasa finally remembers his true wish to make others happy, and how grateful he is to have met the other members of Wonderlands x Showtime. Tsukasa resolves to set things right with them.

Chapter 15: Tsukasa finds Emu by the ferris wheel, so they ride together. Emu tells Tsukasa about how her grandfather had built Phoenix Wonderland and the Wonder Stage specifically, but had sadly passed away a year prior. Emu's family would save the Wonder Stage if Emu managed to attract enough visitors by the end of spring break, but since their show only made everyone sad, she'll have to say goodbye to it. Tsukasa tells Emu that she's a part of everyone needing to be happy and asks if they can try to save the stage one more time. Back at the Wonder Stage, Nene went to retrieve Robonene and reminisces on how much she'll miss theater again.

Chapter 16: Emu and Tsukasa find Nene singing on the stage. Nene runs away, causing the two to chase her around the park. After Emu catches her by jumping from a gate, Tsukasa formally apologizes for what he said and asks if she would want to rejoin the troupe. Nene tells the two about how she had messed up the lines of her performance when she was young and became too anxious to stand on the stage anymore. Tsukasa tells her that making mistakes is how we get better, and that he's truly sorry for yelling at her for trying to learn. Nene officially rejoins the troupe.

Chapter 17: Nene reveals she and Rui are neighbors and takes the two to meet him. They find him continuing the story of the alchemist on the street: the alchemist had found acceptance through their shows, though short-lived. The townsfolk and alchemist simply thought differently, so they left, leaving the alchemist all alone once again. Tsukasa tries to apologize to Rui, but he doesn't believe he's changed yet and leaves. Emu and Nene don't want to give up on him, either.

Chapter 18: Rui walks around the streets, remembering the fear and harsh words of his past classmates over his show ideas. Suddenly, Emu, Tsukasa, and Nene ambush him and send them all to SEKAI. They begin a play made specially for him. A traveling troupe consisting of an arrogant showman, stubborn clown, and shy songstress meet a lonely alchemist and invite him to the troupe. The alchemist builds a doll for the songstress to sing behind and other inventions. However, when the doll broke during a show, the showman lashed out and broke apart the troupe. A cute fairy had reminded the showman of his true desire to make people happy through shows, driving him to make ammends with the rest of his troupe. Though the clown and songstress agreed to come back, the alchemist didn't believe him. The three decided to make a play to show him their true feelings. KAITO asks Rui what he thinks will happen next, to which he questions if they thought this would really work through just a monologue. Fortunately, the alchemist is now here to help them improve.

Chapter 19: Suddenly, Tsukasa's phone flashes as Untitled changes into a song: The World Hasn't Even Started Yet. Tsukasa asks if the others would sing it with him, since the song is just as much theirs as it is his own. Afterwards, he thanks Miku and KAITO for their help before returning to the real world. Emu finally tells the others about the fate of the Wonder Stage, but they realize there's still hope to save it. They put their show back together and begin saving the stage once again with an enthusiastic wonderhoy!

Chapter 20: All of their remaining shows went spectacularly, even though they had to do so many in a row. Their efforts had paid off, however; the Wonder Stage was officially saved! Wonderlands x Showtime decides to keep putting on shows there, too. The story ends with Emu and Tsukasa's laughter echoing in the distance, all the way into SEKAI.

Card Stories: Tsukasa / Emu / Nene / Rui

Virtual Singer Chapter 1 (Pre-Chapter 0): Miku, KAITO, and the plushies prepare a show to help Tsukasa remember his true feelings. Miku runs off to put on the Mikudayo costume to match with the plushies. There's one of KAITO, too, but he refuses to put it on. Tsukasa finally arrives in the SEKAI, but Miku is now stuck in the Mikudayo costume.

Virtual Singer Chapter 2 (After Chapter 4): Miku is disappointed she couldn't put on a show with Tsukasa and Emu, so to cheer her up, KAITO puts on a magic show for her. KAITO teaches Miku some magic tricks after. Miku is a bit sad that the show has to end, but KAITO reminds her that without an ending, there can be no beginning.

Virtual Singer Chapter 3 (Concurrent with Chapter 14): Usa-chan is upset Tsukasa didn't remember her. Miku and KAITO decide to put on a show to cheer her up, but it doesn't work to well. Tsukasa arrives in the SEKAI halfway through, but before the Virtual Singers can greet him, they find a crying Usa-chan already talking to him. Miku goes to help, but KAITO stops her, opting to watch things play out instead.

Virtual Singer Chapter 4 (After Chapter 20): Wonderlands x Showtime goes to SEKAI to thank the Virtual Singers for their help, and to ask if they could watch one of their shows for inspiration. They decide to put one on in the flying train. Emu and Miku fall out the window, so Tsukasa, KAITO, Rui, and Nenerobo save them.

[nathanbellamy]

House of Dadneto Checkpoint 2 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

@house-of-dadneto | my ao3

Since I already previewed my 5+1 Things fic here, I figured I'd use this checkpoint as a chance to reveal some excerpts from my other (as of now untitled) fic for the “Outsider POV” prompt.

[For context: Erik stumbles upon Peter and Kurt kissing, and promptly arrives at the conclusion that the secret Peter has been keeping from him is that Peter's gay. And, like, Peter is gay, but Erik couldn't be more wrong.]

Passages under the cut:

...

Erik knew that Peter was getting close enough that he’d soon be in earshot, so he completely disregarded Raven’s words, staring at her with laser focus. “All love is love,” Erik said abruptly, forcing himself not to cast a glance towards Peter.

“What?” Raven spluttered, but her confusion was unimportant.

“All love is valid,” Erik continued loudly, and in his periphery, he could see that Peter was staring at him as the young man walked by. “We are all a family. I fully support the love you just mentioned, Mystique, because loving anyone is okay.”

...

“Is that seriously a rainbow pin on his flannel?” Jean said in a low voice, exchanging a shocked glance with Scott. “And a rainbow scarf?”

“He is expressing himself,” Ororo said with a shrug, taking a bite of her toast. “I see nothing wrong with that.”

“We’ve seen him in a full cape, chestplate, helmet, and boots,” Peter began, watching Erik as the man took a seat at the table. He turned back to his friends, shaking his head. “But somehow this is the most deranged fashion statement I’ve seen from him yet.”

...

(Needless to say, I've been really enjoying writing this one.)

[ladysomething]

honey, I'm homeee!

1. maddie I physically cannot wait for the untitled fic because it seems like it's gonna be good. (let's be honest, if it's yours, is gonna be good. weekly dose of me sending you love 😘)

2. the snippet made me feel a little bit like acting insane, you know?

3. I just now remembered that I, in fact, did not send my ask/rant/yapping session about last chapter. tumblr hates me I think. but, it's coming right up, because we're about to re- read. I do remember that I wanted to hit someone with a pan or something like that. although that happens quite often. regardless of whose face would be on the flat surface of the pan.

+1. brother asks: I do not want to jinx anyone, of course, but can you ask Lady if she believes in the ao3 writer curse and if she has ever experienced or something like it? he's been investigating, next thing you know, he'll be sending you asks himself. /jk

+2. my roommie also, has been investigating. though to a bigger level. he has turned our living room into a giant base of operations. we even have this funny whiteboard with the red thread and a damn lot of random drabbles he makes in the middle of the night only about your fic. If I could I would send you a picture but, as stated beforehand, tumblr hates me. so I can't. yes, he does have a job. a serious, strict and well-paid one at that. his question is: how did Max found Kelly? did he knew her from before, was she in the paddock before? was the recontratripletetrahijueputa carepicha malnacido desgraciado (idk if there's a translation for that insult, so we'll settle for wretch motherfucker) that hurt her was from there? and when will we see more of that Mercedes guy?

have a nice day sweetie! I'll come back in a while with our report. 🫡

blesssss! I won't respond to your first few because I have another ask waiting for me about the new fic, so I'll talk about all that there!!

so for the other stuff:

+1. serious answer: no I don't believe, because if somebody is writing long enough, then obviously something big will happen in their life! non-serious answer ... it's a thing. literally last night I posted the ao3 an hour after our brand new puppy was rushed to the vet after swallowing a bee and going into anaphylactic shock. I posted it to make myself feel better while waiting for news about whether she was going to live. so yes!!! its a thing!!! and well ... you could say I've experienced it, but tbh my life is literally just drama - writing fic - drama - writing fic. so like. ya know.

+2. I WANT TO SEE THE BASE OF OPERATIONS SO BADLY. DM ME??? DISCORD DM ME??? IDC!!

for his questions - can't tell you how Max found Kelly. it will be revealed soon!

can't tell you if he knew her before ... also about to be revealed!

can't tell you where her abuser is from - where about to find out who it is.

I CAN tell you that we will see of the Mercedes guy, his proper purpose will be served within the next ten or so chapters. probably less.

[the-writer1988]

As we come to the end of one year and the start of another, I thought it would be a great idea to look ahead at what fanfictions I've got planned. Whether they all debut in 2024, I do not know!

To start with:

Tangled: Between the Kisses is an ongoing collaborative project between myself and @tangledbea and we will continue to work on this project in 2024. My hope by year's end is that we have reached the end of writing Season 2. There are a lot of fantastic storylines coming up with our S2 gang of Rapunzel, Eugene, Varian, Lance, the Captain of Corona, and Queen Arianna!

The Lost Prince is my current WIP exploring the idea of Eugene being kidnapped by Mother Gothel and used for his Moon powers. Rapunzel grew up a Princess without the sundrop with her best friend, Cassandra, who just so happens to be Eugene's hidden twin sister! Shenanigans ensue when all three meet up and secrets and lies are discovered! This fic should be finished by the end of January 2024.

Twinned Destiny is a AU spin-off of The Lost Prince. More of this prosect will be revealed once TLP is finished.

Darkest Intentions is an S3 AU. After gaining the Mind Trap, Cassandra decides to attempt to ensnare Eugere under its control after her ghost friend suggested they could use him to get the Sundrop from Rapunzel. Little does Cassandra know that her "friend" has her own plans afoot. This fic will focus heavily on the friendship of Cassandra and Eugene. I am hoping to start posting this fic early 2024...

Our Undying Dream is a callobarative project between myself and the amazing @twotangledsisters All I will say is this fic is a twist on the modern idea of Tangled and we are both really excited to share this fic with everyone! Stay tuned... for it is coming soon ...

Uprising is part one of two part duology exploring the idea of what if Old Corona had risen up against the Royal family? It is primarily a fic about Eugene and Varian. If you enjoy Eugene hurt/angst there will be plenty of it in this duology! I am hoping I can start posting this sometime in mid 2024.

The Royal Wedding is a 5-chaptered fic centered around New Dream's engagement, planning of a wedding, and their wedding day. It is going to be romantic fluff! I hope to post in February 2024 but it does depend if I've ever written it or not!

Team Awesome Adventure (untitled) is a 3-chaptered comping trip fic centered around Eugene and Varian. I hope to post this fic in March 2024!

A Queen's Story is a multi-chaptered story dealing with Arianna's grief at losing her daughter and then reuniting with the child she never saw grow up. Late 2024.

I think that is it for now...

Happy New Year everyone! See you all in 2024!

[mrs-lockley]

WIP Game

Tagged by the lovely @soft-girl-musings!

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagging: @v4mpires0ap @writefightandflightclub @wint3r-h3art @starryeyedstories @themarcusmoreno but only if you want to!

List of WIPs and their summaries are under the cut!

Current WIPs:

Reach for the Moon: Sabrina AU Pairing: Romantic Jake Lockley x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader, Platonic Steven Grant x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader, Unrequited/Platonic Marc Spector x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader To heal your broken heart and move on from your unrequited crush on Marc Spector, your family sends you to help establish your cousin's bakery in Singapore for two years. You return to New York as a more confident woman, but you find yourself picking up the pieces of your broken heart (again) after meeting Marc as he continues to heal from his divorce. Sensing the pain and heartbreak between you and Marc, Jake steps in to create some distance to help both of you heal, but things don't go according to plan. No Moon Knight AU.

We'll Always Have New York: Roman Holiday/Casablanca AU Pairing: Jake Lockley x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader Wanting to get out of California, you temporarily move to live with your aunt in New York to help take care of her after her fall. Not wanting you to spend your time looking after her, she suggests setting a blind date between you and one of her old coworkers, only for him to stand you up at the restaurant. Mortified and heartbroken, you seek refuge at a nearby coffee shop where you meet a taxicab driver, Jake Lockley. Takes place before the events of Moon Knight.

A Thousand Cuts Pairing: Marc Spector x WOC!Reader Heartbreak is something you and your friend, Marc Spector, are familiar with. After one night of drinking and tears, you and Marc make a promises to each other to never fall in love again, but you soon find yourself breaking that promise. But you'll be alright, it's just a thousand cuts

Your Roots in My Dreamland Pairing: Namor/K'uk'ulkan x Filipina (Kapampangan)Sirena!Fem!Reader Part 2 of Where the Spirit Meets the Bones. After reuniting with his Sirena, the King of Talokan returns to Asia's Pearl of the Orient to see her again, only to learn that his Sirena is not what she seems (aka her human backstory revealed).

As You Wish Pairing: Santiago "Pope" Garcia x WOC!Reader The three times Santiago almost tells you he loves you, and the one time you realize he was in love with you. Loosely based on the Princess Bride. Slight Triple Frontier AU where you are Yovanna's best friend and Santiago is her neighbor.

General ideas with no details (yet)

Once Upon a December, Hades & Persphone AU First Order!Poe Dameron Miguel O'Hara x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader

Untitled, Noir AU Jake Lockley x Femme Fatale!Reader

Where There is Love, There Will Be Light, Swan Lake AU Santiago "Pope" Garcia x WOC!Reader

Untitled, Hephaestus & Aphrodite AU Din Djarin x WOC!Reader

[3pirouette]

Preview of a Currently Untitled Steggy Work

So, I'm a little bit bummed that I didn't get to do what I wanted to do for Day 7 of Steggy Week. Between my wrist and a CEU course this weekend I paid WAY too much money for, the odds were stacked against me. Especially since I basically only had an outline.

So, I'm a little late, but I'm going to post a preview of the story. This would probably be chapter 1 or the prologue if I was going to do it in chapters, but in my brain it's absolutely a one shot.

This way, my brain feels like I've managed Day 7 (even if I'm late... oops) but I'm still going to eventually be able to write the whole story in a way I feel like it needs to be written (because I'm absolutely not going to post WIPs at this time. Sorry)

Oh, And I'm not revealing what this is an AU of... I'd love to see if you can guess. ;)

Title: Untitled Steggy AU Preview

By: TriplePirouette/3Pirouette

Disclaimer: They're not mine.

Distribution: Tumblr Only Preview, not beta'd

~*~

Peggy got this feeling, sometimes, that things weren’t quite right. 

Standing over the stove, stirring the noodles as they softened in the boiling water, the sauce bubbling in the pot next to them, she suddenly got the feeling something wasn’t right. Things felt… fuzzy. Soft. Just out of focus. For a second, she couldn’t feel the heat of the steam or smell the tang of the tomato sauce. For a second, there was nothing. 

Then it all came rushing back. Her face was warm and the sauce burbled next to her and the timer was ringing just to her side to remind her to take the garlic bread out of the oven. 

With a sigh she shook her head, pulling the spoon from the pot and opening the oven below, the fragrant cloud of garlic and oregano overtaking her as she carefully wrapped her apron around the edge of the pan and pulled it out. 

Steve would be home soon. She needed to be ready. 

~*~

He pulled into the driveway just like every night. She watched as he cut the lights and waved to Bucky as he stepped out of his own car just next door. The base housing was cookie cutter and mass produced. It was so similar it depressed her some days, but sometimes the symmetry of it, the way the men all pulled in at the same time and the lines the manicured lawns made up and down the streets surrounding the Lehigh Camp, made her feel safe. 

Feeling safe was a novelty. After years on the front in Europe, she still felt every day like there was someone around the corner, sneaking up on her. She couldn’t get over the feeling of being watched, being hunted. 

The base psychiatrist said it was normal, that all the men, and some of their wives, felt it. Dr. Werner had offered her a little vial of pills with a smile that sat, untouched, in her bedside drawer. 

She looked at Steve, and she felt safe, even if the rest of the time she felt like she was in terrible danger. 

~*~

Peggy sighed, looking over the rollers before picking one up. She nearly jumped when she saw Steve’s face in the mirror. “I forget how quiet you can be,” she smiled at him in the mirror when his smile dropped when he saw her startle. 

“Didn’t mean to sneak up on you,” he replied, leaning against the doorway. 

She swiftly pulled a section of hair away from her face and rolled it around the soft material of her rag rollers before pinning it to her head. “On an observation mission?” she asked, eyeing him in the mirror. From her vantage point in the reflection, all she could see were his broad arms popping from his military issued undershirt. She knew he still had his slacks on, knew he liked to pull the stuffy collared shirt off as soon as dinner was over. It was a look she loved. 

Steve ran a hand through his hair and ducked his head, suddenly shy. “Am I that obvious?”

Peggy picked up another curler and repeated the process, smiling. “You are staring at me.”

He licked his lips, huffing out a light chuckle. “Can’t get anything past you.” He moved away from the frame, coming oh so close to touching her but not. Her hands stilled as he took the roller from her fingers. “Don’t,” he said softly, putting it back in its spot in the bag on the counter. His hands moved back up as he met her gaze in the mirror, softly undoing the two curls she’d already done. “Not tonight.” 

Peggy didn’t say anything as his fingers undid her curls. There was a sharp retort on her tongue about the women’s club tomorrow and being presentable in public that never formed, the words slipping away as she tried to keep her breathing even. 

“I missed you today,” he started as he set the last curler down, his attention turning back to smoothing the two ringlet’s he’d left into the waves of her hair. 

She let her eyes slip shut, lips curving of their own accord into a smile as he combed his fingers through her hair. “Did you now?”

He hummed, sweeping her locks to the side and pressing his lips to her neck. “I miss you every day.”

She let her hand weave up, wrapping around his head, holding him to her as his hands slipped around her waist. She leaned back into him, a retort forming on her lips that pulled her from the softness of the moment. The words she wanted to say, they felt rough and it snapped her eyes open. She looked at him in the mirror, watching as he intently ran his lips up the side of her neck, focused only on her. 

She needed the comfort of his arms more than she needed to say the words, and something about that scared her. 

She didn’t say them out loud, couldn’t find a way to let them form, but she mouthed them to herself in the mirror, anyway, desperate for them to escape her being. 

I should be there, though.