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sofwrites · 2 years

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I know what Greg did last summer

The time Lady and Lord Whistledown showed Gregory that there’s nothing they do better than revenge. A humorous (and partially mysterious) Bridgerton family fic.

Part 2 of A Tasty Snack

Themes: Bridgertons being Bridgertons, even more family shenanigans | Length: 3.7k

Dedicated to @jake-amy, the undoubtably #1 most persistent investigator of knowing what Gregory did that summer.

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A few months later, once the season was over and the summer sun had begun to set a bit earlier, the Bridgerton clan found themselves all at Aubrey Hall. There were a few changes to the numbers, as there always seemed to be with their family. A new addition, in the name of Isabelle St. Clair, was present and smiley. A few absences, in the Stirlings, who had returned to their home in Scotland after the christening of the former.

Everyone else, though, with a bit of compelling encouragement from Violet Bridgerton (the first), had agreed to the visit. The only true holdup in the family had been Colin, whose wife had reached her third trimester.

This pregnancy had left Penelope more lethargic than her prior two, therefore allowing her with far more time to just sit and think. But a simple rest would not do for the former Lady Whistledown.

Penelope Bridgerton loved and respected her family, but she was still very much Penelope. And Penelope did not miss a chance for revenge.

So, when Colin came into their bedroom and told her about the trip, Penelope insisted. It wasn’t a long carriage ride, and the doctor assured her that other than some additional rest, the baby was fine. She could do it. She wanted to do it.

So, they did. And the day after they arrived, every member of the family [above the age of sixteen- (best not to distress any more children)] received a crisp copy of Lady Whistledown’s Return.

Anthony Bridgerton, who enjoyed waking up at the crack of dawn to check in on his children first-thing, was the first to see the column.

Well, actually, Michael Stirling had been the first to see it. Penelope had taken special care to mail a copy to Francesca early, and Francesca happened to be taking a walk when it arrived.

But returning to Anthony, the eldest Bridgerton sibling squinted at the paper that had been slid under the door, unable to read it in the dim light without his glasses. There was a moment when he considered waking up Kate for the sole reason of having her read the paper, but he just put it into his pocket and left to go to the nursery.

Because of this, the first person to actually read the column was Hyacinth, who had woken up early for some morning exercise. Coincidentally, Gareth was also awake, a sleepy smile on his face as he watched his wife.

“Lady Whistledown,” Hyacinth muttered, picking up the paper with the delicacy of which she held her children. Her eyes widened as her lips curved, opening the drapes to read under the peeks of sunshine. There was a snort, then a gasp, then a few words read under her breath until Gareth came to read over her shoulder.

Dear Members of the Bridgerton Family,

It has come to This Author’s attention that much of our party does not know the full goings-on of one, Gregory Bridgerton, during the summer of 1827. The whereabouts and activities of Mr. Bridgerton (the third Mr. Bridgerton, that is) were not made aware to This Author purely through the convenience of conversation, but rather through research. Research and letters and whispered words.

Now, all of that work is put to the forefront giving you, dear reader, the wonderous opportunity to sit down, eat a pastry, and find out the true reasons one should never cross Lady Whistledown. Last April, you were given a taste; now, you get the full meal.

First in our timeline comes the delay of Gregory Bridgerton’s arrival to Aubrey Hall. As many know, Mr. Bridgerton was meant to attend a party hosted by the lovely Lady Kate Bridgerton, though he came only after supper. Why exactly was he late, you ask?

Oh, he stopped at the races.

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Gregory wasn’t much of a betting man.

He dabbled with the occasional card game, sometimes stopped at a boxing match to pick his favorite, but rarely did he place significant money on the line. He wasn’t a fan of gambling and typically thought the habit was picked up by only the dull and unimaginative.

But, on this instance, he thought to make a bet with himself.

The truth was that he was meant to leave for Aubrey Hall that morning, but Gregory was quite certain of what awaited him upon his arrival. Anthony, as he was keen to do, would take the opportunity to lecture his youngest brother about his future. Whether it be clergyman, militant, or married man, Anthony expected him to have a plan.

Upon preference, Gregory would choose the third.

And even though his three brothers had married at ages far older than him, he was being rushed.

Gregory wouldn’t mind marrying young; he would have married at the age his father had been had he met his match. But he hadn’t- met his match, that is.

So, he was betting on General Folius. On the line were five pounds and his heart; if his horse won, he’d find love this season. If he lost, well, no worry, then. He’d convince Anthony to give him more time, give him a reason why neither war nor faith were right for him…

Surprisingly, General Folius won his first race. And though someone was clapping him on the back, Gregory could feel the time ticking by. He’d planned to leave London after the first race, where, presumably, his pick would lose.

He could just leave and read about it in the papers, right? He didn’t mind the money. But the other…

With a glance at his watch, Gregory calculated that he could stay for another hour, maybe two. He’d miss tea, but he could make it to supper.

Damn. General Folius won his second race.

Just one more race, though. It wouldn’t take long. He’d have his valet bring him a sandwich on the trip, so he wouldn’t waste anymore time. Surely, he couldn’t miss out on the very last race, not when he was winning so unexpectedly. Kate won’t mind, and Anthony will go along with whatever his wife thinks.

With an eagerness he didn’t notice, Gregory gripped the edge of his coat as he watched the riders line up. General Folius was third down the line, swishing his tail as he readied himself. And right before the gun went off, he seemed to look at Gregory and smile. A wide, reassuring grin. He was going to win.

He did not win; he actually came second to last. And Gregory was three hours late and out five pounds.

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“I thought you didn’t gamble,” was the first greeting Gregory received when he arrived at the breakfast room that morning.

Inspecting the half-full plate of kippers on the table, he glanced up to squint at his sister. “I don’t.”

The corners of Eloise’s mouth quirked. “Are you sure? Never?”

Ooh, some very nice bacon; someone had must have hidden that plate from the earlier crowd. He’d have to take a few pieces to bring to Lucy. “I suppose once in a while, but not since I married.”

This time, Benedict jumped in. “Then right before you married? Just a few months before?”

Sitting down with his full plate, Gregory sighed, rolling his head to look at them. “What it is?”

He was met with a paper in his face and frowned. Before he could reach over and take it, though, Eloise pulled it away and started reading.

“According to the latest edition of Lady Whistledown, you were late to Kate’s house party last summer because you stayed in London to bet on horses.”

“And you lost, rather substantially, if gossip serves correct,” Benedict added with a toothy grin.

Without a comment, Gregory reached across and snatched the paper in Eloise’s hands with the speed and precision only a younger sibling can possess. With every line, Gregory’s mouth opened wider. “Where did this come from?”

Sophie, who had been quietly reading her own copy as the siblings teased, said, “It was slid under all of our doors this morning.”

“I didn’t get a copy,” Gregory huffed, cringing as he turned to see the other side covered in ink.

“Yes, well-”

“Gregory.”

The aforementioned gentleman almost groaned on the spot, shutting his eyes for a moment as his older brother’s steps neared him. “Morning, Anthony.”

Anthony looked down at him, a fist resting on his hip. “Were you drunk around my children?”

That house party, where our young Mr. Bridgerton met his future wife, was quite eventful, indeed. According to witnesses, not only was there a brawl between our favorite youngest brother and his future brother-in-law (over the hand of his brother-in-law’s future wife, no less!), there was also a bottle of brandy that went missing from Lord Bridgerton’s office.

The suspect? Unclear. However Mr. Bridgerton was awoken the next morning by Charlotte Bridgerton and her nanny. He was found asleep in the hallway, clutching a stuffy.

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Poke. Poke. Pulled eyelid.

“Uncle Greggy? Are you still sleeping?”

Gregory groaned, feeling the crack in his back as he rolled onto it. With a peek, he caught a glimpse of his niece’s wide eyes extremely close to his face. “Lottie? What are you doing awake?”

“I woke up Leah, we’re going on a walk!” the girl smiled, taking the hand of her nanny. “Why are you holding Mr. Stuffins?”

He blinked a few times, glancing down to see the small teddy he was holding. With a shake of his head, he handed it to Leah, giving her a sheepish smile. “I went to find you in the nursery, but you were asleep.” He nodded at Charlotte dramatically. “So, I had to take the next best thing.”

Charlotte returned his nod, but frowned all the same. “And why are you on the floor?”

“Erm,” Gregory swallowed, last night coming back into view. He hadn’t been drunk, not quite. But the events of the evening had affected him enough that he hadn’t been able to make it back to his room. “So, I could see you, of course.”

“Oh.” His niece seemed to digest his answer, glancing between him and her nanny. Leah smiled encouragingly, though when Charlotte turned away, it was clear she was just as confused. Gregory could see the adorable gap in her teeth when Charlotte grinned at him. “Would you like to join us on our walk? We’re going to count the pink flowers!”

“Oh? That’s nice,” he nodded, and something within him flipped. He didn’t think he was too overcome by last night’s brandy, but he’d best get to a washroom to be sure. “Not this morning, I don’t think. Perhaps tomorrow, or later today? I can take you and your brothers to play a game.”

That was sufficient for the five-year-old, who very much wanted to see the flowers before the ladies woke up and began “pom-enading”.

There was something, something about last night that Gregory needed to remember. Something that really explained why he’d slept in the hallway, why he’d gone to the nursery in the first place. And he had a feeling it wasn’t because of Anthony’s brandy.

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“I was not drunk, I was-”

“No, you were just suffering the aftereffects, I suppose.”

A snort came from the other side of the table; Gregory ignored it. “It’s not as though Lottie could tell.”

That was, evidentially, not the right answer. But as Anthony mumbled something about pulling his hair out, Gregory slipped from the breakfast room, carrying an extra plate for his wife.

He needed to find Lucy, Colin, and Penelope. Preferably, in that order.

He might also have to apologise to Kate. And his mother? Oh, damn, maybe-

“Morning, Uncle Greg,” Edmund said, sharing a grin with Belinda as they passed. “Are you looking for the nursery?”

“Shouldn’t you be at Eton?” Gregory asked, trying to ignore the heat on his face.

“Next week.”

Gregory sighed. “Fine. Shouldn’t you be in the nursery yourselves, then?”

Belinda gave him a shining smile. “We just needed something from Uncle Anthony’s study.”

“You really taught us a great lesson, about finding things in father’s desk.” Edmund and Belinda shared a serious nod, hands clasped behind their backs.

Gregory swallowed, considering his options. “Five pounds and you give me the paper?”

“Sorry, Papa told us taking money from family is wrong,” Belinda said, making a great effort to look sorry.

With a forceful blink, Gregory decided to just let it go. “Just don’t show it to any of the children.”

“Only Amelia and Caroline,” Belinda promised, looking delighted.

Gregory just nodded and carried on, hearing “Well, then we have to tell Oliver and Amanda, as well.”

“And Miles and David, they won’t want to miss this!”

Gregory let out a forceful breath, making his way toward the garden as he muttered something about Penelope and getting it.

He then let out a little prayer when he located the gardens, finding Lucy alone with Daphne.

“Here,” he said, rather unceremoniously handing his wife the plate. “I thought you might have missed the bacon.”

Lucy gave him a bright smile. “That I did, thank you.” Her belly had only just begun to show, but Lucy’s already impressive appetite had increased rather exponentially.

None of the three said a word as Gregory sat down, pulling his arms into his chest. Really, what could he do now? His sister-in-law had clearly sought revenge, now it was his turn to return the revenge. That’s how the Bridgerton family worked.

“Gregory?” Daphne asked, leaning over to tap the table near him. “Are you mumbling to yourself?

“I dunno,” he mumbled in response.

His oldest sister shared a look with Lucy in a way that was not unlike how Belinda had looked at Edmund. “And how are you feeling this morning?”

“Oh, very good,” Lucy answered, reaching for Gregory’s arm with the hand not holding a piece of bacon. “Hungry.”

Gregory blinked at her. One, two, three (he’d gotten into the habit of counting when he was with his wife)- “And?”

She looked at him, mimicking his blinks. “And what?”

“Aren’t you irritated? Angry? Full of ire?”

Lucy stared at him for a moment, taking a slow bite of toast he had also picked up. And then, seeing the seriousness on his face, let out a snort.

“Lucy,” Gregory said (and though he’d never admit it, not without a whine).

“Honestly, I find it quite exciting to be featured in a Lady Whistledown column. Especially after what you shared with me.” She glanced good-naturedly at Daphne, who was wearing a rather smug smile.

Gregory huffed at his wife’s positivity, sending a glare his sister’s way. “And I suppose you helped?”

Daphne shrugged innocently. “I suppose you did seek to embarrass my husband.”

“But neither you nor your husband was embarrassed.”

Daphne smiled. “Well, I did say seek, not that you accomplished anything.”

“It’s alright, Gregory,” Lucy said, giving his hand a squeeze. “From what Colin told me, there was much worse she could have included.”

“What do you-” he cut himself off at Lucy’s knowing look. “When did you speak to Colin?”

“Over breakfast, we were first ones down. Trust me, Penelope went easy on us.”

Gregory rolled his eyes. “Tell that to Anthony. Or Mum, for that matter. Has she read it?”

“She got a revised copy,” Daphne answered with a bit too much expertise on the subject. “One a tad less scandalous.”

“Speaking of your mother,” Lucy whispered, looking slightly beyond him.

Turning, Gregory saw Violet making her way toward them, carrying one of her many (many grandchildren). It didn’t take long for him to realize she was carrying his own daughter.

And though the joy at seeing baby Kate’s fingers up in the air was incomparable, the words his mother said did do something to diminish it.

“Well, if it isn’t my son: the gambler, the stealer, and the liar.”

The last of which I will tell you, my dear readers, is the story of post-marital bliss for Mr. Bridgerton and his Lady Lucinda.

Now, in a family such as this one, most everyone knows the pull of love. That undeniable and -might I say- “salacious” draw to that person. Our young couple certainly knows of this.

Which is why, presumably, they skipped their honeymoon to Ireland without telling anyone.

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The newlyweds had been visiting Aubrey Hall when it happened. They’d only just been married, and Lucy had insisted on staying in England a bit longer to get to know her new family.

“I need to win them over,” she’d told him, nervously biting a lip. “Prove to them I’m so happy to be a part of your family.”

“Our family,” Gregory had said on instinct, wrapping his arms around her. “And you have nothing to prove to anyone.”

That was, certainly, a lie. Several members of the family (mostly Hyacinth) had been weary. But Gregory didn’t care.

The trip itself had gone well. Lucy had memorized every member’s name, birthday, favourite colour… It was a truly impressive feat.

But the best part had been one of their last evenings there.

“Gregory,” Lucy whispered late into the night.

“Lucy, Lucy, Lucy,” he whispered back, a hand running through her hair.

He could tell she was smiling, even in the dark. “I think I’m pregnant.”

He’d bolted upright, somehow hitting his head against the bedframe. Then he’d cried- not from pain.

The next week, they’d decided to cancel their trip and not tell anyone. And though they hadn't had any qualms about it then, there was a part of Gregory who now considered why that hadn't been the best plan of action.

Even as the present Gregory grimaced, his mother smiled, placing his giggling daughter into his arms. “Gregory, I do not care that you didn’t go on a honeymoon.”

“Oh, good-”

She sent him a look. “Why, however, did you feel the need to pretend?”

Giving baby Kate his finger to play with, Gregory glanced apologetically at Lucy. It had been his idea to lie, even to send a letter pretending as if they’d spent the month in Ireland.

He hesitated for a moment before softly answering, “We just wanted to stay in England. It was still a honeymoon, it was just here, rather than somewhere else.”

Violet nodded, though there was a knowing look in her eye as she glanced down at her granddaughter. “Right.”

Gregory bit the inside of his cheek. “Well, where is Lady Whistledown? I’d surely like to thank her for such a nice column.”

“She’s in their bedroom,” Daphne answered. “Bedridden, I’m afraid.”

“How convenient for me.”

Giving a kiss on the cheek to his wife and mother, Gregory carefully placed Kate in Lucy’s arms and set off.

For an estate as large as Aubrey Hall, he seemed to pass everyone on his way. Simon and Phillip avoided eye contact as they walked by, though he heard a laugh down the hall. Amelia and Caroline giggled when they saw him, quickly ducking into the library. Gareth gave him a clap on the back, reassuring that it wasn’t really that bad. And Kate, thankfully, hadn’t seen Gregory as he hopped past her office.

He considered just forcing the door open, but with a family like the Bridgertons, that was rarely a safe option. Instead, he knocked. Loudly.

Colin opened the door in less than a second, a wide grin on his face. “Hello, Little Brother. Nice to see you.”

Gregory glared; arms crossed. He glanced toward the bed, where Penelope was sitting, a book laid open on her belly. With a serene smile on her face, she nodded at it. “It seems like a lovely day outside.”

Without a word, he stepped in, brows still knitted together in a glare. Unfortunately, now that he was here, he wasn’t quite sure what he could do. In the past, he would have caught a frog and let it loose under their covers. Maybe even a slug if he was really upset. But he was a grown man now, surely, he couldn’t go looking for frogs.

Hmm. Miles, though. Miles liked frogs.

“Don’t even think about it,” Colin said, sitting on the bed and crossing his legs. “We are even.”

Gregory blinked, first at Colin and then at Penelope. “Even? All I did was read a column- you wrote an entire column! Just about me!”

Penelope squinted her eyes. “It wasn’t that bad.”

He gaped at her. “Not that bad? Our mother just called me a gambler, stealer, and liar!”

She smiled, not unkindly. And despite himself, Gregory almost smiled too. It was, unfortunately, rather funny. “I could have said much more.”

“Like what?”

Penelope glanced at Colin, who gave her a lopsided grin as he stretched his arms behind his head, getting comfortable.

“I didn’t mention the roses you ruined at Fennsworth House.” Gregory frowned. “The ones incidentally located just below Lucy’s childhood bedroom.”

Gregory swallowed. “Who told you that?”

Penelope smiled. “I have my ways. I fooled the ton for more than a decade, if you remember.”

“Cleverest woman in all of London,” Colin nodded appreciatively, giving her a pat on the stomach.

When Gregory didn’t answer, Penelope continued. “There’s also the story of you drinking a bit too much the week before your wedding. When you, what was it?” She glanced at Colin as if to ask him.

Readily, he supplied, “When you decided to sing opera below Lucy’s window, quite badly, I recall.”

“Unrelated to the roses story, of course,” Penelope added with a nod.

“I didn’t-”

“And how could I have forgotten? How you accidentally ripped Lucy’s wedding dress the morning of and had to have a maid repair it before she found out.”

Gregory gaped at her before sticking his chin up stubbornly. “I actually told Lucy about that one; she laughed.”

Penelope nodded knowingly; her lips twisted in a rather evil smile. “I know, where else could I have heard that from?”

And so, dear readers, you have it. The many secrets of one Mr. Gregory Bridgerton, all revealed to you on this paper.

I suggest you all take this as a warning. Lady Whistledown is retired and put away in boxes, but she can always make a return when necessary. Especially, when she is bedridden.

Lady Whistledown’s Familial Papers, July 24th, 1828

#this fic went up on ao3 2 entire months ago and i never edited it sdnfjsndfk #but here it is now #bridgerton fic #my fic #gregory bridgerton #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #lucy abernathy #honestly everyone in the family's here but i won't be tagging them #anyway it's just a lil fun fic!

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firenati0n · 2 months

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who truly stuck the knife in first

by firenati0n on ao3

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tags: spy au, partners to lovers, banter, getting together, sexuaIIy charged wrestling, first kiss, protective henry, alex pov

“Did I say I wanted you to touch me? Maybe Vincent and Charles have a dead bedroom. Who wants to kiss a face like yours, anyway?” Patently false, considering Alex has wanted to do it forever. But he shelves that thought for a different day. Henry raises an eyebrow as he smooths down the lines of his suit. “Hm. You think you'll get to kiss me with a smart mouth like that?” “Okay, Foxy. Don’t expect my tongue anywhere near yours tonight if things get sticky.” Henry smiles, soft and secretive. “Sure, Alex. No tongues, if you insist.”

xoxo roop

also tagging some folks who expressed interest in this pls don't mind me <3 ilysm xoxo

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smokbeast · 5 months

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Spitballs another ref complete, soma!! She is the one I ship mainly with fang in Regular undertale setting and in her Canon og setting with Makoto. Shes just a lovely lil siren out to have a good time :D and she love her hubband and wife allot.

About soma below!

- she's a fire demon/siren hybrid. She's not meant to look like that for a siren. So she's considered "ugly" to siren standards and thata why her had is broken, sirens tried to bash her head when she was a baby to kill her, thinking she was a bad omen.

- she can turn ablaze like fire, and spit oil like ink that increases the intensity of it to a point that she can make fire happen underwater and it is difficult to put out. If she inks, and sets it ablaze. Consider that an explosion waiting to happen.

- Soma doesn't like using her fire powers as they hurt her allot due to her sensitive skin, her hybrid powers sadly are not stable.

- she used to have horns! But those opened cracks on her cranium are the result of them being gone :,)

- her father is the king of firedemons, and she has no idea what that even means LMAO

-Soma was raised by Orca sirens, hence her mimicing their colors. She can click and whistle like an Orca and dolphin and does this frequently to lure dolphins to kill and eat them.

- she is extremely aggressive to male sirens and prefers they stay away due to past experiences, unless they show an ounce of kindness to her. She will take that as mate worthy and try to court with them (the mistake fang did.). However she has a immense curiosity of the land beasts and humans, finding them very interesting.

-Soma is really clingy and sweet once she's out of her shell. She does like making friends and will do her best to learn their mannerisms to not make them uncomfortable! She knows her customs are different to those on land.

-her tentacles can shift to legs when she's on land, she's a little wobbly but it works PFNG

-Soma has a beak like teeth and three tongues. Her venom is similar to that of a blue ringed octopus but multiplied to her size, she can take down even the largest sirens with it and tear their throats or stomachs open with her mouth. She's genuinly horrifying and WILL make example of someone that tries to hurt her partners or babies

-Soma has two babies with makoto and fang! But in undertale au, it's only one baby with fang.

-in undertale au, soma is simply a siren monster that lives in the surface, most stories where she meets folks is because they either went to the surface or she accidentally fell to the underground through a stream that led her there.

#she was very much inspired from a siren au fic with skull #and just became her own thing and i love her sm shes my lil sea princess babygirl #shes very sweet and gentle despite the cannibal situation but she learns to eat regular food instead of other sirens HRKDM #but for context fire demons are the skeleton monsters in my og story like my oc lewis #i made them to basically make sense of having skeleton ocs in my og stuff cause lewis was the first oc and i made him JRKDKFK FOR FUN NOT #EVEN for undertale so i was like “i want him in my shit” so this race exisrs now #and they have a king called hades #aorry im rambling i just get excited about ocs wah..#ANYWAY #art #my art #my ocs #soma #siren #monster #monster oc #siren oc #creature design

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 8 months

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Hey, you remember all those vague asks about someone angrily writing a Sans x Barnaby fanfic?

Yeah, well, I did it.

I'm working on the rest of the fic, gonna have at least 10 chapters with a bunch of lore sprinkled in between, but here, have this snippet for now:

All was peaceful in Home, as it always was. That's what Barnaby loved most about it. Everyone was friendly, playful, always willing to listen to his jokes (even if some of them were bad, and he got a tomato or two thrown at him in response.) He especially enjoyed spending time with Wally and Howdy, always willing to teach Wally a new joke or two, before using those new jokes in Howdy's Bugdega.

This particular afternoon, however, Barnaby was lazily lounging under a shady tree. Howdy was busy with some new stock in the shop, and Wally was playing a new complex game with an excitable Julie and a reluctant Frank. As for the others, Eddie was busy delivering mail, and Poppy was helping Sally with a new playscript. So, here Barnaby was, alone and letting out a loud yawn while coming up with some new comedy acts.

“Hm… maybe an airplane joke? Nah, nah, I've already made plenty of those. Something about bones? That could work, but how would I include the topic into an act…?” He mumbled to himself, putting a paw up to his chin in thought.

Then he felt the ground under him… shift.

Sink.

Slowly sinking deeper beneath him.

“What the..?” Barnaby looked down, confused as to why the grass seemed to be growing higher around him.

The sinking began to grow faster now, panicking the big beagle.

“W-Woah, woah, what's going on?!” Barnaby tried to scramble off the ground, but before he could, the grassy ground fell under him all at once. He yelped as he fell beneath the tree's roots, falling down a tight twisted tunnel. Barnaby reached his arms out, in the hopes of latching onto a stray root to climb his way out, but to no avail. He let out a grunt as his head harshly hit a rock on the way down, and his vision went black.

Barnaby didn’t know how long he was out for. However, he did know that, instead of waking up at the bottom of a dirt tunnel like he expected, he woke up in… a snowy forest?

“Ugh…” Barnaby groaned, wincing as he slowly sat up, rubbing the back of his head. With another wounded groan, he looked around in his new environment. The sky seemed to be replaced with a rocky roof, indicating that he was still underground, but… that doesn't explain the evergreen trees or the snow that seemingly fell from nowhere.

“… the hell..?” He mumbled, confused and unsure what to do.

“Hey, buddy.”

Barnaby stiffened at the sudden voice, turning around slowly. There stood a… a skeleton?

“I think you dropped this.” The skeleton spoke in a lazy voice, wearing a blue hooded jacket and a seemingly-permanent toothy smile on his face. In his left hand, he held Barnaby's hat, tilting it out to the beagle. Barnaby must have dropped it when he fell down here.

“Uh… thanks.” Barnaby hesitantly took the hat from the strange skeleton, trying to offer a friendly smile in response, before putting his hat back on.

“No problem,” the skeleton replied simply, putting his hands back in his pockets. “The name's Sans. Sans the Skeleton. What's yours?”

“… Barnaby. Barnaby B Beagle.”

“Nice to meet ya, Beagle. So, what were you doing on the ground? Didn’t look like you were making snow-dogs or anything.”

#alternatively i was going to insert the meme 'you did it. you crazy son of a bitch you did it'#but this gif perfectly encapsulates my reading experience #at first i was like 'oh god. oh no'#but you know what? ill read it.#what is fanfic for if not crack pairings and random fun b.s yk yk #You Better Make Me Laugh. This Is A Threat #im jesting im jesting <3 #i have a feeling itll be funny...#i feel like im 12 again reading my first crack fics and that is a Compliment!#Listen listen. listen. if you complete the fic ill scribble up a lil 'cover' for it #deal? deal.#fuck me ill have to learn how to draw sans #well i need skeleton practice anyway. even if the bones are cartoony anyway #rambles from the bog #ten chapter fic ooo boy #well wait. whats the chapter sizes? are they short?#is it like... ten 1k (or less) chapters #or is it Sizeable like ten solid 3k chapters #questions that you Do Not have to answer! im just curious! i will be reading this either way!

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ghost-proofbaby · 5 months

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happy winter solstice y’all!!! (or summer solstice to any friends south of the equator)

may your long nights (or days) be filled with so much love and happiness 🖤

#yule!!! has begun!!!! wahoo!!#im late to all this but i spent my day in a mini daze 😅#i’ll be burning my yule log tonight and just did a started up for one of my fun lil traditions #doing it differently this year so we’ll see how it goes!!!#i also left my vape on my altar as i gathered my supplies and when i realized i gasped in horror #like… sorry besties! that ain’t for yall! i’ll be taking that back!#only i get this kind of smoke take the candles burning or leave it #anyways #wishing you all so much goodness and happiness and blessed times 🖤🖤🖤#lowkey wanna write a fic about showing eddie these lil traditions 😭 but i don’t think i’d finish and get it out on time #we’ll see

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nintendont2502 · 3 months

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tutors made the mistake of teaching me the basics of c today and of course i immediately made it homestuck

#just to kill time while i was waiting for my tutor to matk my shit but hey #its fun #im proud of it #im already having Ideas #fake sburb.exe loading screen...... lil interactive (semi anyway) hal fic....#many thoughts #none of them related to my coursework #me.txt #homestuck

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gambeque · 7 months

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i wanna write a fanfic i think

#saying this as if i dont have a patchwork fic in my google notes rn lol #i just think about agent 8 a lot..#her story is so cool to me #i focking adore stories that explore character development ok #but idk if ppl would care much for it?? its not really shipping just story beats #like lil scenes i have in my head before n after OE #especially with iso padre #and like how she learns to Deal after everything #idk #plus i like thinking about comparing her journey to agent 3 and how they handle shit differently #theyre v alike but agent 3 explodes and agent 8 implodes if that makes any fuckin sense outta context #i also think her relationship with OTH would be so fun to have and play with #anyways #rambles #tbh i would love to make a long comic out of 8's stuff but the way i wanna tell the story would start with Side Order #and unfortunately um i wont have that story until '24 lol

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cloudyskies25 · 1 year

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My modern Four design inspired by the heist au by @cerame

#ok so here’s a lil tidbit about this design #I was originally on the discord when we created the au #like the whole series of fics was inspired by a like 3 hour long conversation between a bunch of peeps in the discord back in 2020 #and I was one of the people in that convo talking abt the au #so I’ve been trying to draw hacker four for THREE YEARS #and every time I tried to draw it it just didn’t work #it never looked right #so I finally did it!#three years later!!#modern four is really hard to me #cause his outfit is so ridiculous #it’s like how do you make it look fashionable #so I gave him a slutty lil tracksuit #anyway thanks cerame for writing the au!!#it’s so fun to read and look back on the wonder that was the 2020 discord #linked universe #lu four #linkeduniverse #my art #Rosewing speaks

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soldier-poet-king · 2 months

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I have too many emotions in too quick a succession with periods of severe emptiness in between I just. I don't have time to PROCESS any of them. It's like I've been incurring an emotional 'debt' for 27 years.

#this is insane ik as the hyperemotional 24/7 guy but also like #all the work stuff. the move stuff.#r&g last night. time change giving me mood swings. PATHFINDER TONIGHT WAS INSANE #soooo good and such fun rp #but also OUCH MY EMOTIONS. i wouldn't trade it for the world but i sure am experiencing SMTHN #given the whole manipulative mentor people pleasing sense of self woth thing #PLUS A COOL GF??? I WANT A COOL GF #and then just this last bit of an astarion fic that made me cry #in terms of just. emptiness. gentleness. how do you move on. how do you build a life #when you didn't expect there to be an after?#how do you free yourself when everything you are was shaped by that person #how do i free myself when everything i am was shaped by my parents #and its just constantly this bitter ache and anger #the upcoming move its like. im in the same city how can i get a clean break #i feel guilty for wanting it but also. fuck i need it #how can i build a life for myself. yknow?#anyway. im uhhh. a lil fragile. a lot stressed abt work stuff. joints been hurting a lot lately too.#i am so hungry. ever hungry. for the unnamed thing.#the duality of fran #anyway. shits wild and that is both good and bad and also neither??? maybe???#i am trying to find meaning and purpose in it all. or to create it.#i am a skittish stray but i am also kissing you all gently on the forehead. idk. i can be both things at once maybe

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irregularbillcipher · 9 months

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woe! cringy absolutely-not-canon-to-my-fic fankid be upon ye

(aka, i'm still going through old art files, found a character design experiment from like a year back and decided to touch her up)

#anyway i truly don't believe bill would purposefully have kids-- even in the silly screwball mlp au she was a complete magic accident #and it took a while for him to get truly attached to her and even longer to get attached in a way that wasn't “she's an extension of me :)”#he's completely uninterested in that sort of thing and has no desire to step into that sort of role. no rules no responsibilities after all #and kryptos at most had super vague “maybe it'd be nice” feelings about being a dad in the second dimension #and then post 2nd dimension burning partying with bill 'till the end of time seemed like so much more fun #so yeah. very much not fic canon in any way shape or form. pun intended #but i think the design is cute and i'm just a sucker for making fankid designs-- especially with nonhuman characters-- so... vernie!#you'll notice that this is the same name i gave the “daughter of a tumblr sexyman” meme design i did and a very similar “flatland form”#i just decided to touch her up a lil because she was leaning way too much into looking like kryptos #my art

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bitepilled · 13 days

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I just wantned to say recently I looked at Medpoc lore like 3 weeks ago for the first time and then reflected on your art and suddenly, you giving Medpoc mommy issues (homoerotic) by pairing them with characters with maternal traits is actually MORBIDLY canon in a kind of sad and deep way and I don't know where on the coincidental to intentional scale this lies anymore

OH YEAH I AM 100% BEING INTENTIONAL ABOUT THIS THANKS FOR BEING THE FIRST(?) ONE TO NOTICE???

(it started as a coincidence, elaboration in tags)

#i initially just ship medpoc w mommies cuz im a medpoc kinnie with a mommy KINK #i didnt even know their lore at the time LMAO #it started coincidental but then intentional #like rn i am writing/scrapping a fic abt their backstory as a second generation chindo immigrant with mommy issues and religious trauma #it used to be me making shit up with no basis other than personal ideas but now i make shit up with personal projections + canon lore crumb #anyways yeah #mommy issues/kink/both BEAM #fine ill bite #no cuz LMAO it took a WHILE for someone to say this to me #ive discussed w my partner abt medpoc's mommy issues and comfort/angst dynamics with r99's motherly figures a lotta times #shoutout to my partner for bearing with allat #i can project whatever i want to this lil bozo. its fun.

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opens-up-4-nobody · 9 months

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#me @ my youngest sister at 6.30 this morning: yooooooo can u draw me a fishy so i can get it tattooed on me?#i drew her some flowers so i want a paralell tattoo with her initials bc she has my initials on her #but i literally have not spoken to her since like may bc i do not talk to my sisters unless we r in the same room. no hate we just dont hav #a lot in common. it makes me a lil sad tho bc im curious abt them. my youngest sister is at least nice to me 😭#ive been thinking abt asking her for ages and last night i was asked abt my sisters so i was like. the time is now #while im still a bit elevated #which has been to my advantage bc i was able to stay v chatty and energetic while talking to ppl. and i think i made some friends #we bonded over fic reading. so theyre a bit. ya kno. girls gays and theys of science #we make the world go round. but its so interesting to hear them talk abt coming to school here bc they both liked where they were and r #leaving their support systems. and im like bruh if i didn't leave the southwest i was gonna die. im so happy to b here #support system? whats that. i talk to my parents once a month and that's it lol. but im gonna try to establish one here #and try to actually make actual friends. this school is way better abt making grad students interact #my last school was not at all like that. but anyway i had fun #and i mean im only at the start of the semester. and im in a good mood. and i kno things will get stressful #but im just really happy i got accepted here #and the longer im here the more clearly i can see how much i was suffering #the funny thing is tho that i wrote this last night and only hours later i was squirming in frustration bc the fact that im back in therapy #means i feel a greater obligation to not b actively self destructive. evil coping mechanisms my beloved #this is y my mum wanted me back in therapy bc im a goodie 2 shoes and when my counselor is like: did u do X the next time i see her. ill b #honest and itll b annoying >:-[ ugh #its just hard for me to b around ppl a lot bc i get stuck in mental loops bc ocd. which is exhausting. and i want it to stop #and i want to do bad things to make it stop but i wont bc im trying to b better #its just funny to me that ill go from everythings awful to everythings great i shoukd talk to my sisters and make friends and do this and #this and this. to oh god i cant do this anymore in such short time frames with certainty that how im feeling is how ive always felt #ive also noticed that my peaks of high energy do come before stressful events. which does make me worry for future stressful events. like #defending. i mean ive never gone fully off the tracks but its a lil alarming when it feels like the train is going at a million miles an hr #unrelated #meanwhile my other sister is apparently in Colorado but when i saw the pics is was like: YOU BITCH #R U CLOSE TO ME RN??? but no. Colorado is far away

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todayisafridaynight · 10 months

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i think ichi would still go into work while suffering from *gameritis and hes so brave for that he's so committed

#snap chats #*aka playing videogames too much to the point of his wrist hurting from pushing the buttons so much #aka. me LMAOO OWWW OWIE OUCH VIDEOGAMES ARE SUPPOSED TO BE FUN NOT PAIN #the alternative is him calling arakawa at like 8AM in pain and shit all 'boss... im real sorry... i wont be able to make it today...'#and then instead of ichi like. Dying it's just cause dragon quest 6 came out and he binged all of it over the weekend #CRYING at the thought arakawa keeping up with videogame releases just to know when to esp look after ichi #like Hey Totally Unrelated Don't Think About It But I Got Someone To Cover You This Weekend.... that kinda b ☠️☠️#and then its like Oh Wow New Game Coming Out Friday What Luck :))) ☠️☠️☠️#sometimes he'll put his foot down dont worry.... theres SOME limits to how lenient arakawa can be....#n e way. i cant feel my thumb and my tendon feels funky.. so i am no longer playing games and i am Doing My Job....#luckily my drawing wrist isnt affected but still.. lmao..#im almost done with the sketches for them so then i can just send those off to my commissioners and then ima do a quick lil doodle #either that or ill sketch a comic... tho whenever i do that i end up never doing them..#might convert it to a fic but anyway back to work

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dollsuguru · 2 months

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hi hi! you can ignore this but i was really curious about your writing process?? you just write so well and i’m curious to see how your work starts from an idea all the way to the finished product!!!

the way my jaw DROPPED rn like omfg are you talking to ME??? I’M SHOOK PLEASE YOU ARE WAY TOO KIND AND SO GENEROUS 😭 my writing sucks ASS but thank you SO much you’re so sweet <333 i can try & let you know my process but tbh baby i do NOT have one 😭 but i’ll try to think of something 😭 also i’ll try to be as thorough/concise as possible but i’m sorry if i tangent! ALSO this’ll be long bc i’m a yapper so forgive me <3

1) everyone is different but in my case i have a tendency to ALWAYS think of new ideas for writing (at least for geto!) find a character that you can consistently think of ideas for bc they’ll serve as practice! also i JUST started writing a month or two ago so i, myself, am STILL practicing with every fic & i am always willing to learn!

most importantly, i write based off my whim! whatever idea has me in its clutches is the idea i’m writing for, even if that means i’m leaving other fic ideas in the dust at the moment! i recommend creating a list of fic ideas and save it as a draft (can be a wip list or literally just a random list depending on how many ideas you have!) — for those i tend to jot down random dialogue, vibes i wanna express, plot points i really wanna show, the personality of geto or reader, & whatever randomly comes to mind pertaining to that fic! i write it all down!

2) it honestly changes between fic to fic but i recommend asking for requests in the beginning — even writing just ONE thing will give you practice/an idea! so here are some examples of what i’ve written so far:

- the first thing i wrote was a request for suguru being obsessed w satoru’s girlfriend. the way i started that fic was thinking of the feeling that suguru would ultimately feel which was “guilt, shame, & desire.” and then i… personified? each thing! at first i personified guilt as an arachnid crawling in suguru’s throat but it didn’t work as well for me… and then i thought, “how about a serpent?” and it flowed much better -> slithering down his throat, embedding his fangs into his flesh leaving it raw, mangled, & bloody -> roaming across his heart/ribcage. and for that, and this may sound silly but i SWEAR by it, look up SYNONYMS for words on google! “dances along his bones -> pirouetting across his bones” i think little nods like that can help you not sound too similar all the time or like you’re constantly repeating yourself! shame was expressed in alcohol (amber whiskey ties into his amber eyes as well) & desire was expressed within the flicker of a lighter reader gave him which he holds in his hands (he imagines the cold metal as reader’s hands, which he ends up holding in his warm ones at the end)

- second fic “black is the color of my true love’s hair” was my first time writing a fic and that was because i wanted to write something for v-day & i really love this song! music can be a great inspiration — same w song lyrics! but for that one i had a few ideas i KNEW i wanted to use (knuckle kisses, stargazing, depressive suguru who reader gives a bath to/has a heart to heart with, and reader making a scrapbook for suguru!) he may be ooc but also i’m not afraid of making suguru be soft and quirky, i think that makes him fun! have FUN w different facets of your favorite characters personalities! also personally, i hate when readers don’t have personality/are always too shy/can’t banter/are too serious so i try to make my readers have a personality that align w the fic!

now for the knuckle kisses i knew what i wanted to do and i think that part came pretty easy! just a bit of revising as i was writing so i could be more descriptive in certain areas, change my wording around so it’d be less clunky in others! stargazing idea was incredibly hard & so was the scrapbook… so here’s advice i have for you that SAVED my ass. now. if you just wrote random writing in your drafts, whether it was just stream of consciousness that has nothing to do with the fic or was just a random piece of dialogue you jotted down — DO NOT DELETE IT. two parts of my fics were from RANDOM writing i wrote that had NOTHING to do w a romance fic and with a BIT of tweaking it gave so many ideas/serviced my story perfectly!

ex: i had zero idea of how to start the stargazing part so i just wrote the part i knew i wanted, which would’ve been in the middle of the story! aka reader buying the star for suguru and him being Shook To The Core. i was wondering how the hell i think of the events leading up to that, and one day i randomly just wrote “you zig-zag around the counter like a bumbling fawn” bc i was brainstorming ideas for the fic but was like… this has no place in my story BUT i didn’t delete it i just kept the draft. THEN i was like… wait this can work… so i used it as my beginning to the stargazing section and it flowed wonderfully! same w the scrapbook section! i wrote a series of dialogue that i ACTUALLY intended to use in an angst where reader despises suguru in their relationship, but with a bit of tweaking and deleting parts of reader being apathetic and suguru being toxic, it ended up being a great series of showing suguru’s overthinking nature/his genuine love for reader!

also maybe i do this unintentionally but i usually have a focus into suguru’s thought processes more in my fics… maybe bc i’m just curious abt him more than anything LMAO so that can be useful i think! if you’re like wow i have no idea how to write for my reader, write for suguru!

- third story was a request (shoutout bestie rem 🤝🤭) who gave such a cool idea of twisted suguru watching reader grieve him for leaving. now it wasn’t an actual haunting bc reader & geto are both alive, but i still used words of that nature to express them haunting e/o’s thoughts (mourning, ghost, corporeal phantom, living rigor-mortis etc…) the first thing i wrote for this fic was “prostrate yourself” — a tie-in to cult leader geto & also his confusing feelings about/towards reader. i also wanted to show bleakness so i mentioned suguru likening himself to a plague & a calamity. also don’t be afraid to show the ugly parts of a character — suguru is a bit callous in this but he’s still human and has a push & pull w/in himself! this fic i really tried my hardest to do a “show not tell” for certain paragraphs (bc i personally have trouble with that/dialogue/imagery/descriptions/engaging writing) — so i would constantly go into my “writing tips” tag and try and heed the advice they give!

sorry i don’t think i was of much help bc honestly i do NOT have a process 😭 even when writing my current fic about curator!geto — i just outlined OOOOOH WAIT OKAY HOLD ON YUP MIDTHOUGHT AND NOW I’M JUST PROPERLY ANSWERING YOUR QUESTION 😭

BITCHXHXHBXBX I FORGOT. OUTLINE!!!!!!! THAT’S WHAT YOU WERE LOOKING FOR THIS WHOLE TIME AND I WAS JUST YAPPING AWAY FOR NO REASON I’M SOOOOOOOOOO SORRY OMFGGGGGGG OKAY SO 😭

curator!geto is the FIRST time i’m PROPERLY outlining a fic (so actually i didn’t do anything wrong pleek don’t beat my ass for yapping 😪) so basically since this is the first time i’m outlining i made sure to write the premise of the fic, characters & their jobs, their personalities, their place of work/interactions/relationships there and then also how they would meet! so i wrote how i wanted suguru & reader to meet, a few pieces of random dialogue, and then i also wrote about how they would later on be more romantic (in what way). i’m currently trying to think of a conflict and just now thought of an idea that i may or may not use but i wrote it down anyways! and this is the first fic where i’m properly paying attention to “show not tell” and trying to describe words/paragraphs with more imagery! (esp since it’s an artsy/visual fic!) tbh the “writing tips” tag on my blog will help you more than anything i can say 😭

also! i recommend looking up writing tips and also reading a bunch of fics that you like! my mutuals have some of the BEST fics i have EVER read and reading them is honestly a masterclass in itself of amazing writing/prose/how to flow a story wonderfully! i’m just a beginner so i have lots to learn still about fic-writing BUT just think of each fic as a stepping stone to getting better! write, post, but don’t overwhelm yourself/force yourself to finish a fic you have no ideas for. it’s okay if it takes time but also remember that it won’t ever be perfect so don’t let “perfectionism” stop you from posting your fics! someone will always read it — whether they rb, like, comment, or are a silent reader — someone will take the time out of their day to read your fic! and honestly don’t get caught up on numbers! i’m soooooo thankful that people read my fics & leave tags even if i think my writing sucks! it’s all in good fun at the end of the day! enjoy it however you can and i’m sure you yourself are an amazing writer! good luck bestie! <3

#asks #anon #but yeah so BASICALLY. idea -> random tidbits -> outline -> rawdog -> revise -> writing tips -> edit -> post #sorry if this was of no help omfg i hope i didn’t forget anything 😭#tbh i have no process and just rawdog every fic 😭#i listen to music — write suguru all sexily — and then call it a DAY!#tbh making your fic look cute could maybe help you too! have fun w font colors & choosing a fic pic!#lil things like that can help service your story too!#i just like to play w personalities & random prose and HOPE it sticks LMFAOOOOOO #tbh i rec looking up writing tips / i have my own tag & so do other people! look through those they’ll help out WAY more!#i recommend asking seasoned writers tbh 😭 i just started recently but thank you for liking my fics!#and if you like someone’s fic — take note of what you like and why you like it! maybe that can help you too!#if you have any more questions PLEASE feel free to ask! i don’t think i was of any help BUT you were very kind 2 ask me anyways jdndndndnd #anyways. GOOD LUCK! i’m sure you’ll kill it <3

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becauseplot · 5 months

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im normally a very slow writer (like VERY slow, even with one-shots) but man i have been grinding trying to finish up this one-shot by tonight because i need to maintain my personal tradition of posting fanfic on christmas eve. this will be the fourth year in a row and by god i will not miss it. I CANT BREAK MY STREAK.

#this fic is a gift to myself first and a 'good' fic second #a lil treat for surviving my finals and making it home #it's been a hot minute since ive had so much fun writing :D #anyway back to the google docs see yall tonight hopefully o7 #dont mind me im just rambling

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safyresky · 4 months

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Happy January 13th on the 15th Monday! Frostmas: Year One is now LIVE on ao3

Give Year One a read on ao3 HERE!

Year One

Jack becomes Santa; Jacqueline becomes Jack Frost. Then the trouble really begins.

And a Frostmas Summary for you as well, in case you missed it:

The Twelve Years of Frostmas

Nobody but he and I knew the truth. Jack wasn't supposed to be Santa; I wasn't supposed to be Jack Frost. He thought being Santa would fix everything. He was horribly, horribly mistaken. [My take on Jack's reign as Santa during the Escape Clause. MAJOR OC involvement AND First Person POV from said OC. Finally cross posting THIS behemoth! Enjoy!]

Take her from the top (Prologue) HERE (ao3) or HERE (ff dot net)

So my thing this year is crossposting Frostmas every 13th of the month bc I like symbolism, lol, and the vibe is very unlucky days haha.

I meant to have this up Saturday but had yet to read through the final scene, and also. The bigger thing. Went to a friend's bday party on the town and had a LOT of drinks and did Karaoke and it was LOTS of fun and I deffs needed it but this led to me spending the 13th on the couch half asleep most of the day, only moving for food and grabbing my joycons for some Stardew Valley 😅😅😅

(finally got the community centre DONE! FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER! My poor neglected desktop saves, lol)

ANYWAY. Year One is very short; it always has been. Jacqueline will tell us about Jack's official first Christmas out in Year Two, so hang tight for that! For now, check out Year One HERE on ao3...and I suppose HERE on blue site, though this ain't about her!!!

NOW THEN! Back I go to Finishing up CS, and off you go to click "read more" and get a fun little preview of Y2 of the Twelve Years of Frostmas below!

“Bernard, truly. I was devastated. It took so much courage to do what I did next, with the, the grief I felt! What I had to do next, mind you.”

“Hmm, let me guess! Take Santa’s jacket since nobody else was around to do so?”

“Exactly! It was for the greater good, Bernie! The greater good!”

Reaching the top of the steps, Bernard stopped by the cookies, looking down at Jack as he ran up the stairs to catch up.

“Oh, don’t give me that look, Bernard! The greater good? Have you not been listening? I’m more than happy to tell you my tale of, of woe once more—”

“Something about this is not right.”

Jack paled, watching Bernard turn abruptly on his heel and cross the top landing, heading towards the doors to Santa’s quarters. “No, this is all as it should be! Would you slow down there, Bernard? I can’t keep up with all you elves.” Bernard ignored him. Pushing open the doors, he burst into Santa’s living space, eyes sharp as he looked around at the massive amounts of toys and knick-knacks littering the space. Jack flew in shortly after. “What are you doing?!” "There are so many things wrong with this picture. Right here. This one," Bernard said, stopping his rummaging and framing his view of Jack with his index finger and thumb. A frosty sprite pouted, the red jacket five sizes too big, hanging off of his lanky frame. “No there’s not!” Jack answered a bit too fast. Clearing his throat, he composed himself. “This is all just as it should be. I mean, who better to be the next Santa than me? Why, I herald the season! It makes perfect sense." “No, it does not.” He rummaged through he drawers on Santa’s desk. “This isn't right. A Legendary can't take another Legendary Figure's place!” There was a jingle as Bernard pulled something out of the desk drawer, kicking it shut as he glared at Jack. A small bell sat in his hands, the silver glinting in the light. “I'm calling an emergency Council meeting right this second.” Jack scoffed. “Like that’ll do anything.” Making his way around Bernard, he took a seat at the desk, leaning back and throwing up his feet. “Real confident for someone in your position to say, Jack.” “You mean Santa. I have the jacket now, Bernie! I’m Santa.” “No! Absolutely not! This isn’t right. This can’t be right. The council will know what to do,” he thought out loud, hopping that this wasn’t happening, that this couldn’t be happening, and ringing the bell.

Think Bernard's right? Think the Council can do something about this? Is Jack gonna get away with it? Check out Year One HERE on ao3 to find out!

We'll see you February 13th for Year Two >:)

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