#the notebook au

[butmakeitgayblog]

If Costia is Lexa’s wife and reading her the story in your Notebook AU in the end, what’s happened to Clarke by that point? Is Lexa ever lucid at any point when she’s listening to the story? Is Clarke still her bird? So many questions, so many possibilites and heartache 👀

Clarke is always her bird.

Even when she is married, even when she is celebrating anniversaries, even when she is eating Christmas dinner with her in-laws and sharing exasperated smiles over mutterings of when they're going to finally kids.

Even when she can't remember her own name.

Even when she can't recognize her own face.

Clarke has always been her bird.

By the time Lexa has more bad days than good, Clarke has lived out her own losses. Finn died from a heart attack in their late 60s (a few years before the story would take place) and after that she was never really interested in trying again. She'd given too many pieces of her heart away as it was. Most of it to Lexa and her children, but Finn too. He was a good husband. As good as anyone could ask for. Forgiving, considering everything Clarke and Lexa had put their spouses through over the years. But they never had the fire that she had with Lexa, and he never understood her on that deep, spiritual and emotional level like Lexa did. But he tried, and that was good enough. So after he passed, she decided that was also enough. Every bit of love she had already belonged to someone. There just... wasn't anymore pieces of her broken heart left to give away.

[permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88]

Okay, so hear me out. Or call me out if another author has already done this so I don't look like a fool or worse, a plagiarizer (eep!) But apparently my brain thinks the logical thing to do when encountering writer's block on one fic is to watch random movies and just zone out on the couch. All well and good, right?

Maybe not.

I'm watching The Notebook, like I have at least a hundred other times before, and it hits me. Top Gun/Notebook AU? Picture it with me (pretty please?)

Jake as Noah. Bradley as Lon? Or vice versa, I haven't quite nailed that down yet. And then either I hijack Casey from one of my other TG stories to represent Allie, or come up with a brand new OC altogether.

Yeah. Great plan, pigeon. Concoct an entirely new story when you've got two active ones already, and another AU for Top Gun on the backburner. Brilliant plan! (lol). But it just kind of came up out of nowhere, and now it won't leave me alone.

Help?

[theresugar]

TW: homophobia, dementia, toxic family, death

So I just finished watching The Notebook (yes, I cried like a little baby). So, to add to the list of fics that I will never write, I present:

Dreamling: The Notebook AU (with a spark of homophobia, because this is the '40s)

Dream Oneiros Endless comes from a large rich family. Robert (Hob) Gadling comes from the complete opposite and works at a mill. They meet through mutual friends. Hob continuously asks Dream out, which he responds to negatively each time (let's just say that they both managed to find friend groups that are also secretly queer, so they don't care). Eventually, Hob does the "hangs from the ferris wheel" scene, gets a promise from Dream to go on a date with him, the movie scene happens, etc. They finally go on that walk and Dream falls for him. Yay, happy scenes as they fall further in love.

And then Dream mentions that he has to go to New York for college (they can be American in this AU or there can be another reason for this). They go to the abandoned house, where they talk about fixing up the house. Things are heating up when Matthew, Hob's friend, tells them that Dream's parents have the police out looking for him. They go back to his house, the whole argument with the parents happen (perhaps with the siblings looking on or overhearing from another room. Destiny and Death, whatever their names happen to be in this AU, are probably moved out at this point, but maybe they could be visiting for some reason or they find out about this whole thing another way). The argument between Hob and Dream happens and he leaves.

The next day, Dream is informed that they are leaving. He tries to go to the mill to talk to Hob, but he's not there, so they miss each other. Hob writes a letter to Dream every day for a year, but Dream's mother throws them out. Death somehow finds them and saves them all, but something stops her from giving them to Dream.

Hob enlists in the army. Perhaps Dream has some form of condition that prevents him from enlisting, but he works as a nurse instead. There, he meets Calliope, a fellow nurse. They begin to get to know each other and Dream goes back to school once he is able to. His parents approve of Calliope, as she comes from old money and is a (respectable) woman. He proposes and they are engaged.

Hob, meanwhile, returns and finally gets the house that they talked about. When going to get materials to fix it up, he spots Dream and runs to talk to him but ends up seeing him with Calliope instead. He returns to the house and focuses wholeheartedly on that. Once he's finished with it, he lists it as for sale but no buyer seems good enough. He gets involved with Eleanor, but they both know that she's not who he really wants.

Calliope is buying a wedding dress and someone brings her a newspaper, where there is information about the wedding printed. Someone leaves it on a table and Dream ends up coming across it. He unfolds it and sees the ad about Hob and the house. He contemplates for a while and then informs Calliope that he needs to return to Seabrook (or whatever the town is) to settle some things.

He finds the house and Hob. He freezes up and Dream goes to leave, but, being a horrendous driver, he drives right into the fences and the car stalls. Hob invites him in and they catch up and have dinner. Dream leaves and Hob asks him to come again tomorrow.

They have the day out on the lake and it begins to rain. Dream finds out about the letters. Things heat up quickly after that and they finally have sex. Dream and Eleanor meet.

The next morning, Hob is gone but has left a note. Dream follows the arrows and paints, with only a blanket around him, on the porch. Someone arrives and he hurries down to greet them. It's his sister.

Death (or whatever her name is in this) informs him that Calliope is coming. He asks if she knew about the letters and she tells him what happened and then asks him to drive with her. She takes him into town, where she points out a woman who she says that she had been in love with and had tried to run away with but had been caught, but that she sometimes goes there to watch her and think about how life might have been.

She drives him back and tells him that she hopes that he makes the right decision and gives him the letters. Hob and Dream fight again and then he goes back to the hotel, where he and Calliope talk.

Finally, Dream returns to the house and he and Hob remain together.

Years later, Dream is diagnosed with dementia. He writes their story in a notebook together and writes a note in it, asking Hob to read it to him and promising that he will come back if he does. Hob continuously reads it to him, getting him to remember before he soon forgets again.

The most recent time is too much for Hob and he breaks down and is found unconscious in bed the next morning. After being rushed to the hospital, he returns and tells the nurse that he wants to see Dream ("Mr. Endless"). The nurse pretends to insist that he return to his room.

Hob goes to Dream's room and he remembers him. The two talk of miracles and the next morning, the nurse finds them in the bed, having passed away together.

[americanoddysey]

they should argue far more often than I portray, but I choose to omit it so we don't have divorced couple simulator: the fanfiction

[starry-bi-sky]

Danyal Al Ghul: Incorrect Quotes and Miscellaneous Thoughts

Incorrect quotes-style snippets specifically for my danyal al ghul au here (which i really need to come up with a unique au name for atp). Because I thought it'd be funny. And also some miscellaneous headcanons thrown into the mix. Some context for the au: - Danyal is 5 years older than Damian (so 10 and 15) - Danny faked his death when he was 10. Talia knows and helped him with it. - Jazz, Sam, and Tucker do not know he's an ex-assassin.

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Danny, dryly tapping his temple: I have, as the Americans say, irreparable psychological damage, right here.

Jazz, an older sibling first and foremost: well, it's good that you're self-aware.

-------- Snippet 2

Danny, aged 10, in the American foster planning to just age out of the system: *emanating Bad Vibes. Pure, Little Orphan Tom Riddle Energy*

Jazz, aged 12, coming in to adopt a new sibling with her parents: Him. This is my brother now :)

Danny: ...what

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Lilo and Stitch is Danny's favorite Disney movie. He watched it when he was 11 with Jazz when she was attempting to connect with him, and by this point Danny was becoming receptive to her efforts. They had a movie marathon in the living room one night.

Safe to say? It resonated with his little 11 year old heart strongly, and he related very strongly with both Nani and Stitch. He got unexpectedly emotional and hid in his room for the rest of the night. Jazz felt really bad, but it had the intended (but kinda unexpected) effect of him trying to be nicer to her afterwards.

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Dash, aged 12, causing trouble again and getting intercepted by Danny: *scaling up a desk* AHHHHH! GET YOUR LITTLE FREAK, FOLEY!

Tucker: Hey! Danny is not a freak!

Dash: GET HIM TO BACK OFF

Tucker, was the kid Dash was messing with: ....whats in it for me

-------- Snippet 4

Danny, saying some questionably immoral shit: What. Why are you looking at me like that.

Tucker: Bro. I mean this as kindly as possible; what the fuck?

Sam: yeah, I'm with Tuck on this one.

-------- Snippet 5

Danny, ranting about Vlad: if it weren't for the laws of this land, I would have slaughtered him

Sam, painting his nails black: I'm pretty sure you'd slaughter him regardless of the laws of the land -- and quit moving, you're gonna mess me up.

Tucker: we've literally seen you debate yourself about this, Dan

Danny: ...you are correct, but it is the principle of things.

-------- Snippet 6

Vlad: I have experience my child, and the money and power attained through using those powers for personal gain, you say. I could train you, teach you everything I know! And all you have to do is renounce that idiot adoptive father of yours.

Danny, was already contemplating committing a Violence: ....

Danny, internally: I'm going to stab him *turns into Phantom*

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Funny contrast I realized between Danyal and Vlad that iirc I haven't pointed out yet is that imo, Danyal doesn't rely on his powers nearly half as much as canon Danny does. He falls back instinctually on his League training, and thus sometimes forgets to use his powers in battle. This was prevalent especially early on when he was still getting used to the whole 'halfa' thing.

He incorporates them more often after a year, but still for the most part relies on his own physical hand-to-hand combat. He trusts those skills much more than he does his powers. I'm not sure where he is on a technical level compared to canon, but just to stay safe I'll say he's similar in power skill as canon Danny. Perhaps a little more finessed than him because his League training would probably have him trying to figure out his powers as soon as possible.

But in summary? Danny is strong in hand-to-hand combat, weak in powerset.

Meanwhile Vlad is the opposite. I can't recall if he even knows hand-to-hand in canon, but it makes total sense to me that Vlad Masters wouldn't because he's so confident in his monetary influence and ghost abilities that he sees no need for it.

And he's kinda got some merit behind it. He's very powerful and has 20 years of experience to experiment and fine tune his powers. He's got bite to follow up his bark. He's perfected long-range combat and his ability to phase through walls makes it impossible to corner him, but if you can manage it, then one good hit could probably knock him on his ass.

So in summary, Vlad is strong in powerset, weak in hand-to-hand combat.

And it casts a good contrast between the two of them in that regard. Danny, as a fellow halfa, can follow Vlad when he phases through walls and is fast enough to land a hit on him. His league training as an assassin, albeit rusty, is still deep ingrained enough in him that he can hold up as a rather veritable threat against Vlad without needing his powers.

But Vlad can force Danny to use his powers more often through use of his own. The duplication is the first thing to come to mind: Danny's fast enough to dispel them on his own without powers, and smart enough that he could figure out who the real one is if given a few minute. But that's not always efficient enough.

Good foils for each other that way. Also Vlad's Plasmius design mimics Ra's juuust enough that he looks like Ra's knockoff loser second cousin no one talks about, which only fuels Danny's hatred.

-------- Snippet 7

Danny, ranting about Vlad for the first time: --and it's only made worse by the fact that the little ingrate resembles a cheap knock-off of my grandfather!--

Sam, choking on her water: he what--

Tucker, doing a spittake: HE DOES?

[ryuki-draws]

That's all that's left. Fifty-seven pages of research, two bottles of morphine and one ticket back to the Capital. The train departs at dusk.

An illustration for a Patho AU inspired by Bulgakov I'll probably never write properly but it's been worming in my brain for over two years now.

[igotthis-egg]

Uzi doodles from class? It’s more likely than you’d think

I’m seriously so bored out of my mind during lecture so I use the time to draw since I can listen and draw simultaneously. It really helps those horrible, snail-paced 2 1/2 hour lectures to chug by a little faster. I have more but they’re more general and this is fandom-specific, so I’ll post some life drawings and some mlb doodles in a sec!

[the-artist-grimm]

Crimson Angel AU - Narinder’s Betrayal

(Text updated as of Nov 8th, 2024)

Been editing and working on the AU and changing just what makes Narinder go from being the lamb’s friend to commanding them to sacrifice themself to him after all the Bishops are dead

Originally the idea was more just him not understanding his feelings towards them, then after overhearing part of a conversation about them planning on proposing to someone (not knowing its him) his heartbreak/confusion leads him to think they’re leaving him behind and thus sacrificing them is killing his feelings, but now tying it more into what’s becoming the main theme of the AU-how it’s important to communicate your feelings. (read more cause we got a lot of lore for this one!)

Narinder's Side

Narinder was imprisoned because he and his siblings didn’t talk to each other. They didn't ask how he felt about being death, and he in turn didn't tell them his frustrations regarding it/their treatment of him for being death. He was always the child Shamura never had to worry about-while his siblings needed attention left and right, he was the one Shamura could depend on being 'ok'.

Even if it meant hiding whenever he needed help. Even if it meant being the scapegoat. So long as Shamura still loved him, still looked at him and said he was their favorite for being easy, he was fine.

Yet as the other four’s domains all connected/dealt with life, they got closer as the years went on, whilst he in contrast remained the odd one out by being the sole one centered on death, with a side domain of sleep most usually forgot about. It felt isolating, even more than when he was a kid, but he tried to push it back.

But then the others started getting mad at him. Leshy, Heket, and Kallamar started blaming him for ‘taking’ a favorite friend, follower, or lover through death. He could handle it. They didn't know his domain was the Dead not Death. They didn't know he was the shepherd rather than executioner. It was fine. It was fine...

It wasn't fine.

He tried once. Just once to tell Shamura. To go to them for guidance, ask for their help. To ask if the others hated him-and yet...Shamura got angry at him, yelled at him for complaining, they had enough on their plate with the others and now him? Work it out himself, he can do that, right?

He returned to his domain swiftly after that. He returned, and slowly, figured out a plan.

Resurrection was his last-ditch effort to please them. If their anger was over him 'taking' people away, then he'd just give them back. Leshy had Order and Chaos, Heket Famine and Harvest-his secondary was sleep, but that's just death you can awake from-he could try being Life.

His followers became the experimental batch in hopes that he'd be able to perfect it for the real thing. He'd then resurrect his siblings' fallen and maybe, just maybe, that'd get them to love him again.

The Siblings' Betrayal

To the bishops, Narinder's distance was at first...normal.

He always kept to himself after all. He disliked the bustle of the mortal realm. Hated the noise of parties. Typically would hurry away the second their group meetings would end. They just thought he preferred his space since he'd never said otherwise-he'd always been like that. They never had to worry about him.

Him being Death was frustrating, but he never seemed to not mind the 'rightful' upset it caused. Yet here he was, suddenly gaining mass amounts of followers and them having no idea why or how. So Shamura decided to look into things, but as he would neither answer their letters to meet nor open his domain, they decide to use their future sight instead. (Though if they recalled...he had stopped by their office last, hadn't he? Shamura hardly remembered what he'd wanted-Heket had needed to borrow their army last minute while Kallamar had spent half the night wailing to them about a fight with his spouse. They hadn't meant to snap but...they just didn't need another thing to worry about-he'd forgive them surely)

Yet the vision they saw was blood on Narinder’s claws as he was dragged down by chains into the Afterlife, and the wailing of their other siblings in the distance.  

A fight-a betrayal?

Shamura couldn't understand. Narinder loved their family-loved them, he would never...they could not remember what he'd stopped by for last time, but oh he'd been...angry after, right? He had looked angry? They were too afraid to try and look deeper-to try and see the context. They just gathered the others and convinced them that they had to enchain him before he had a chance to destroy them. They summon him to their domain with one last vague letter stressing the importance of him visiting, and Narinder, with his now completed ritual notes in hand, eagerly went thinking this was his chance to present what he'd discovered.

He arrived and at first things seemed fine. He looked...happy. Oddly happy-more that Shamura had seen him in years. They couldn't falter. They decreed him traitor the moment the door to their chambers slammed shut, telling him that they knew of his plan, and that his ploy for power ended right there. His other siblings appeared and restrained him from the shadows, and during his panic, his claws met godly flesh in his struggle, with his notes scattering across the floor as sigils flared to life and chains surged to drag him down into the Afterlife. This look of pure sorrow on his face being the last Shamura saw-

This look that suddenly looked like the one he'd had when he'd fled their office that day...

...the...vision played out the exact same as what had just occurred. They had made a mistake. Narinder hadn't planned a betrayal, he wasn't going to hurt them. As their shattered skull pulses pieces of that day come back...he thought they'd hated him.

The others picked up his notes, and now all of them realized what they'd done.

The betrayal was from them, not him.

Yet to Narinder as he came to in the static, lifeless void of the Afterlife? His siblings knew of his plan somehow-they knew of his ressurections, and yet...it wasn't enought. He'd tried everything and it wasn't enought. He was now trapped in the Afterlife all alone, and right there decided that trying to please people didn't matter anymore. That no one would ever like him so why should he bother hoping for something he'll never have?  

1000 Years...

After a thousand years Narinder had gone through many stages of grief. Sorrow, anger, regret, though since the twins came to him-little three day old kits with their hearts carved out, all he could focus on was being freed so they'd no longer suffer. He was tired and just wanted it to be over. The boys had softened him, did somewhat ease that wound his siblings had left, but they were there not because they had choosen to, but because they were made to.

He was their master rather than their dad. He loved them so much, wished to call them his-but he had no right now, did he?

But then the Lamb appeared. He hadn't thought much of them at first, they were already devot to him prior to dying, that was a plus. They were eager, a tad lax, but overall appeared capable. What he didn't anticipate, however, was how kind they could be.

They would talk to him out of nowhere throughout the day, whenever in the gateway they would ask if he was in pain, bring him gifts, treated the boys with just as much kindness and more where so many vessels had ignored the two...they were teaching the boys to read, bringing them toys...even using the crown to show all three of them the most simple things from the world above.

So unused to it as he was, Narinder had questioned them. Did they desire a boon, was this a ploy? And yet the lamb had only laughed and said they simply wanted to see him and the boys happy-to ease their struggle within the Gate. He hesitated still but...over time...it felt nice. It was nice to be taken care of, to be seen. His walls dropped without even realizing, and even the most fragile of admissions still being hurt over his siblings' actions were met with nothing but understanding and a gentle touch to his hands.

This little lamb who saw someone as worthless as him and treated him like something precious...who he gradually began to see also hid their own pain, called them out because he wanted to make things even, they listened to him so he'd listen to them. They became his friend, and before Narinder knew it, he'd fallen so deeply in love he could've drowned in it.

Thus when ���accompanying’ them via the crown to the remains of their childhood village on the anniversary of their family’s death, and upon hearing the lamb finally break down from their survivor's guilt and swear that they’ll free him regardless of the cost to themself, he couldn't stop himself from telling them no.

The final hidden chain was to be broken via the sacrifice of the devout heart which freed him-that’s what the prophecy said. The lamb doesn't know this, but he did. And while he wouldn't tell them that-he feared they might try and go through with the death, what he did tell them is that he either left the Afterlife with them by his side or not at all. He'd prolong his imprisonment for them.

He wanted them to live. He wanted them to live beside him

Everything seemed fine, but then the lamb started getting distant. They stopped 'calling' him at night before bed, started asking for more privacy. Long talks until they fell asleep stopped. And though during the day they'd still visit and talk and bring gifts...something was different. At night they would go silent.

His siblings had grown distant too, way back when. When 'Death' began to mean more than just that their playthings had broken. When they'd started realizing he wasn't worth it to be near.

But busy as he was trying to find a way to break the spell without killing the lamb, he choose to ignore it. They were still his friend, right?

But as Shamura’s death drew near one night when the twins were off exploring and he was all alone, Narinder just couldn't take it anymore and listened in. He swore to respect the lamb's privacy if signaled for it, but he couldn't wait anymore, he was alone, stressed, scared.

The crown's eye showed the wall of Ratau's hut, but he could hear what was happening inside, and it was busy. Chattering old men and clattering dice, the clinks of glass drinks, and an odd mechanical like sound? Someone sharpening a weapon perhaps, he wasn't sure. What he was sure of though, was that someone suddenly asked if he suspected anything, and he froze.

The Lamb, cheerful as ever, said no, and he heard that mechanical sound again so it must've been from something they were doing. Ratau asked if the lamb had told Forneus yet and they replied that they had and that she'd wished them the best-another former crown bearer who was in on whatever this is, and the Lamb said that if all went to plan then they needed Ratau to distract the twins should Forneus be unavailable the night after the three were freed, and that the rest of the group was to make sure no one followed the lamb as they took him for a walk off the grounds. 

Narinder didn't stay to hear the rest. He couldn't breathe suddenly, and the moment the connection is cut all he could remember is Shamura inviting him to their domain, and the feeling of his siblings forcing him into chains. All he could remember is how badly a heart can break, as his own shattered in his chest.

He...he'd been a fool again...

What he didn't get to hear however was the final sound of a loom shuttle flying through wool, then the sound of the Lamb tapping the last threads of a long, beautiful sash into place. Ratau and the others came over, and though they teased the Lamb relentlessly, all Anthea could think of is of their own parents’ sashes-beautifully hand-woven gifts given upon their engagement  to one another which within sheep culture represented the gifter’s devotion and oath of commitment to the receiver. That day their god comforted them and declared that they were to be by his side was the day Anthea realized they’d fallen in love, and regardless of the form of love he felt for them, Anthea had wanted to give him something to tell both him and themself that they finally wanted to live, and to live with him. 

Yet Narinder doesn't hear that. He doesn’t think to ask the lamb about what he heard because he was too afraid of the answer, he didn't even tell the twins what he heard, just lets them think he finally found a way to spare the lamb. It was only when Shamura was dead and the lamb arrive to, as Anthea put it, ‘Bring him and the twins home’ that he declared them traitor and commanded that they die, said he knows of their plan to usurp power, and refuses to let them win. 

He couldn't be chained again-the boys needed to get out. He couldn't be betrayed again-he feared being alone

The cycle repeated.

The twins died by trying to use their battles with the lamb to snap him out of it, Narinder fell regardless, and when he awoke on the dais to a furious, heartbroken lamb who was not only hurt by his ignoring of their privacy but also in assuming the worst of them that he realized his mistake.

It was easier to assume the worst, than to ask and risk seeing it confirmed. It was easier to hide how you felt, than to let it show. And yet because of that, reality was realized too late.

And alone again he was, he felt he deserved it

Boarders are by @lambouillet

[ask-the-6-souls]

Ask the 6 human souls!

Clover and the other 5 humans are open for asks!

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[bigswitchenergyy]

I'm terrible about remembering to post my AO3 links to Tumblr so here's a thread of firstprince fics

and I know now that i'm so down

Singer Henry x Actor Alex AU - explicit

you're so gorgeous, it actually hurts (honey it hurts)

Alex workout thirst - explicit

back against the wall (tripping when you're gone)

Polo player Henry x Journalist Alex - E

you could be my perfect disaster; I could be your ever after and my hand was the one you reached for

Firstprince x Kingsman AU - E

you know how to ball, I know aristotle

Roommates AU - E

i want all of you. forever. you and me.

Firstprince x The Notebook AU - E, complete

(I have more, I'll add them as a reply later 🫶🏽)

[butmakeitgayblog]

you’re telling me you have a Notebook AU lying around?

Are you kidding me?

Oh I have the whole fic sitting in my head 😬

It follows the basic beats of the movie more or less

Two old ladies in a retirement home together. One reading to the other from a book the beautiful love story between two women; this 'Clarke and Lexa'. She's convinced she's listening to some great love story for the ages as it takes her through their story of a young, giddy couple whose love grows deeper and more intense. It feels so real. Every word of it. Like she can almost reach out and touch these characters if she wanted to. It takes her through their years of childish breakups and all the bickering, though the years apart that follow. The time wasted when they stubbornly chose to seperate and how it all devastatingly leads them to seperate engagements.

Lexa to a sweet and simple woman named Costia, Clarke to an easy-going man named Finn.

The poor woman can only shake her head with sorrow for the lovers at the idiocy of their willfulness. Their youth. Their heartbroken pride.

And yet she raptly listens on to the parts when just the sight of the other proves explosive for them even after those years apart. Like they could never truly stop it. Like those feelings were always there, waiting and burning just below the surface no matter how hard they'd tried to bury them. She listens and she aches and practically feels her belly swoop in sympathy and heat when the pair couldn't keep their hands off each other the second they were given the chance, no matter what any ring on their fingers may have said. Fiances be damned, they fall back into each other. Because through all their butting heads and gnashing teeth and all the tear stained reasons why it would never work - why they couldn't be - that love always, always remained.

And when Lexa has a moment of clarity just as the lovers finally, finally find each other again, she realizes the person reading her the story

is her wife, Costia 😔

Enjoy thinkin about that

[sforzesco]

TRIPLE THREAT, BABY!

aka modern AU Cicero, Caelius, Crassus! I originally planned on doing this set in the Late Republic, but I forgot I had a stack of reading to do on Caelius and decided to set it in the modern day because I’m confident in my ability to draw a shirt collar but if I try reading anything Cicero wrote before I drink my morning coffee, I will simply turn to dust

(also the buttons for Cicero’s vest are on the wrong side, I’m aware, I flipped the canvas to ink it as one does and realized I liked it better this way & didn’t feel fixing it etc)

⭐ places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app / tip jar!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

this is probably one of my favorite outfits that i've ever put together! and it's all for one of my top five fav character designs, like... Ever!

rambles:

i would like to note that my dear beloved Jaime (@/awkwardalphajay here on our very own hellsite<3 check em out <3) helped out a Ton by sending inspiration photos and providing insightful commentary on details and vibes!

overall i wanted Sally to have fancy vibes! while i was originally going to have her fit very much based on her canon one, i wound up veering off course and - while still keeping some elements - mostly went for Medieval Entertainer and Her House insp! continuing with the day/night theme, and leaning heavily into the fire aspect - she's a literal star fallen to earth, after all!

it was suggested that she should have dragonscale used in the making of her clothes since she's, you know, kind of made of fire! and it was genius! I imagine she has extra fire charms on this fit and also the rest of her clothes, since dragonscale is hard to come by and is a finite resource once Gathered. she gets better at Not burning everything she wears over time, thankfully!

i think that, like Frank, she'd have One (1) Dagger. for emergencies! it's likely very ornate, and she'd hate to scuff up the gleaming blade. Probably. plus, why would she need it? she's got firepower, babey!

there isn't quite as much to say about this as usual... mostly because this one was more Vibes than strategic "ok this and this and this because this and also-" i was just! makin a fun outfit!

[deadclockghost]

Have a Sunny Smile

Had no physical or mental energy for days but today I finally made something! Two since I couldn't choose. Now let's see how long this energy lasts :')

[qprpbj]

ponyboy would be such an ao3 warrior

[raccoonwxrks]

Hello guys, may I info dumb about my skk demon au? 🫶

Ok so, in this au I decided to use vibes a lot similar to The vvitch and similar movies: in fact, I wanted Chuuya to look more like a demon from European folklore.

Chuuya was sacrificed when he was a little kid by his village to use him as a container for the God of destruction, Arahabaki, as a way to somehow control misfortune. They succeed, making a new personality with no memories to Chuuya that is now the vessel that contains this God.

The village adored him as a sacral figure for some years, but when Chuuya found out about his real origins and wanted to leave, the people of the village at first tricked him and then tried to kill him. They don't succeed, because Chuuya leaves the control to Arahabaki in an attempt to survive, and the God ends up killing all the people of the village.

Here some concept of Chuuya's design when Arahabaki takes over him :)

So Chuuya ends up wandering in the forest near his original village for some years. And it's here that Dazai pops up ;)

Dazai is a desperate man whose only wish is to die and find peace from a life that hurts and scares him. So one night, while he's under drugs to off himself, he ends up in the forest, meeting Chuuya some moments before losing senses. When Dazai wakes up, he's been cured by this vessel and like boom he falls for him instantly.

The relationship that installs between the two is a strange (and kinda doomed) one: Dazai will do everything Chuuya asks just to stay with him, while Chuuya doesn't really trust him (even if he wants to) and tests Dazai's feelings by asking him to offer human sacrifice to Arahabaki. And Dazai does it because he's fucked up 👁️👁️

Plus Chuuya suspects that Dazai is more attracted by the power of destruction of Arahabaki than him, and even tho Dazai says that he loves the vessel only... Who knows... 👀

For now that's it, I'm stopping info dumping ya 🫠