aroace carmy berzatto. if you even care.

The Last Hurrah

*Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.* ---------------------- It's not easy, rising from the dead. I mean, it's been done.  The carpenter's kid did it, the one in the Big Storybook -- the infamous King of the Jews.   Of course, he had a little help from the Big Cheese.  I had to do it all by myself. It also took me a little longer than three days. And my re-entry wasn’t quite as glamorous -- no tomb in a garden, no stone rolled back, no adoring masses hailing the miracle.  Just a dirty concrete stoop in Plainsboro, New Jersey, and an audience of one.

Hey guys, remember that silly "Foxes go Floof" one shot I wrote about Sonic & Tails?

I'm turning it into a comic 😎

Here's a sneak peak WIP of the first page

This also has me wanting to turn ALL my one shots into comics because hey I don't think I've seen anyone write a whole thing and then DRAW the whole thing maybe I could start a thing and that way I would pretty much never have a shortage of stuff to draw. Or at least, I wouldn't for the next three years. 😎

Excerpt - The Hands That Wield the Sword

Link steps over to the wide doors that open to the balcony and opens them. Just as his foot crosses the threshold, he hears behind him:

“I show you a secret tunnel out of and into my chambers and you still choose to leave through the window? It is good that you choose to be a hero, if you had been an assassin instead, I doubt there is any way you would be as accomplished.” The deep voice behind him freezes Link in his tracks. He turns around and sees the very person he was “trying” to avoid standing in the middle of the room, a hand on his hip, a teasing smile on his face.

“I was just going to stand outside, maybe go for a swim,” Link signs, the tips of his ears hot.

“Yes, of course you were, with all your gear on your person and tiptoeing through doorways. Is the thought of running into someone outside so laborious to you that you would rather leap into the waters from over 10 meters above?” His tone was light, but it pricked at something peculiar in Link’s chest that made him worry that the prince wasn’t asking about just anyone. “Surely there must be another way, my friend.”

“The only other way would be directly through the city center and I’m not really up for congratulatory Zora shaking my hands and giving me babies to kiss and bless.” He shrugs and a short laugh bubbles from Sidon’s mouth unexpectedly.

“Wherever did you come up with that scenario?”

“I read it in one of the library books! Some old Zoran story, where the hero gets stuck blessing children instead of going to rest!”

“I can assure you, Link, that no one will be handing over their pups to you anytime soon, no matter what Divine Beast you bring down.” Link grins.

“Good. One less thing to worry about for me.”

@fallenlondonficswap @alexis-royce I had a lot of fun writing up this fic for your secret swap!! I also had to trim it for the word limit

Mr Pages takes the Ex-Disgraced Academic out for a night at the theatre. Something is being planned.

Rating: Teen

No Warnings

Word count: 2,016(fic) + 398(oc credits) AO3 Link

It was later than typical when the letter arrived at the door. Mr. Cards had just changed out of its robe, and back into the Ex-Disgraced Academic. They were preparing to work on their Correspondence when it had slid through their mail slot. 

If neither the distinctive seal, nor name, had not indicated the sender, the address would. It was sent from the tower apartments directly above their own. Those which belonged to Mr Pages, Cards' greatest rival. The Academic broke the seal on the overstuffed envelope eagerly. Their good eye flew over the dense verbage contained therein. It posed no challenge to them, and they quickly deciphered the meaning of the letter. It was an invitation to a play. And yet, did the Academic not recall Mahogany Hall being closed that evening? Oh, something clicked. Rumors had been circulating in Bohemian circles for many years about a forbidden play, performed only with explicit permission from Mr. Wines, against direct order from the Ministry of Public Decency. So why would the Master of censorship, the very one who, if rumors were to be believed, tried to stamp this play out at every possibility, decide to take them along?

The best way to find out was to go. They would send confirmation in the morning, but through the night they would prepare for any likely schemes.

~

They agreed to arrive seperatly to avoid being seen together in public. A theatre box far above most was... still public, yes, but easier to mistake features in, or to not notice at all. So when the Academic arrived at their reserved box, Pages was already waiting. At least, they recognized it as Pages as soon as it opened its mouth to wish them an "Enjoyluminating" evening. The loquacious master was not wearing its usual ink-stained robes. It seemed to have even ditched its bandolier of pens and inks. Or, judging on the suspicious way the oversized robe fell, perhaps it was simple under the cloak. The cloak which, based on style and size alone, clearly did not belong to it. In fact, it looked as though it had stolen a spare robe from Mr Apples. It was ill-fitting on the current Master. Pages looked about to burst when the Academic did not immediately ask why it had shunned its typical robe. They took a seat to one side, and then took the bait.

"So, my eloquent acommpanyment, why the change in attire?"

Pages arranged its own chair. "You are possilikely aware of my disgustred for this... play. Thus, you are also aware of my multinumerous attemps to blot it from the history books. As such, the only actors that would perform in it at those with ireverice towards me."

"Ah, so if it were known that is was you... you would be rather unpopular for the night.

"Precisorrectly."

The red curtains raised up, and the audience turned their attentions towards the stage. 

An actor strutted onto the stage. Their costume was composed of deep blue and black feathers, contrasting nicely with hair the color of dark cinnamon. Flickering candles lit the stage. The light danced along the costume's wings to bring the iridescence to life. This was the role of the Raven.

Pages leaned over to whisper to its companion. "Jamie Awnings, a Poet-Laureate who writes the most horrendful poetry. How they were chosen I do not know, but I have had to step in many times to keep their work from the public."

The academic raised an eyebrow. One did not typically become Poet-Laureate while being horredful at the art. 

The actor's talent with words and meter became evident quickly however. The round Raven began to sing an aria, but the words had not matched entirely with the Academic's research. If it weren't for the research, they wouldn't know that any of the words had been changed. They had, however, but it was well keeping with the original intent, and far better suited to the rhythm and rhyme of the piece. 

Pages' attention was rapt and fixated. Pages was also clearly becoming inebriated by the music. Even the Academic was being affected. Still, now was the perfect opportunity to enact their plan. From a hidden pocket of a sleeve, they carefully slipped out a notepad, and a fountain pen preloaded with violant ink. The Academic has chosen their seat strategically, putting their writing side as far from Pages as they could, to hide their work. It was known for forbidding this play, and it was likely to try something tonight. Naturally, they could not be blamed for taking a transcript in shorthand.

The Raven continued their aria, setting the scene to fill in the minimal scenery. Something, however, caught the Academic's notice. Their box provided a good view of the stage, and importantly, the lightest of views into the wings to the side of the stage. The absence of visible stage crew told the steward that there was either a stage crew composed of only the actors, or that what crew there was knew well enough where to avoid walking to be seen. Perhaps both. So when someone in the Ministry uniform nearly stumbled onto stage partway through the song, it was an immediate tip off. Something was indeed going on behind scenes, something Pages had been planning. The rest of the song was performed without a hitch however. In fact, the Official seemed to be avoiding messing anything up as much as possible. Shouldn't he be trying to stop things? Still, perhaps the Academic's plans were compatible with Pages'. The music was working in their favor. It would addle the Curator's thinking, making it less likely to notice the gentle, soft scratching of pen on paper. They were a minute or so behind, but the Raven's personality had imprinted the details onto their mind quite nicely. It would make reconstruction easier later. A new character enters, their costume black and ragged. Tattered strips of cloth are woven into the spokes of their chair, and a shredded train follows behind them. Their stubble and bun were both intentionally left messy and unkempt. The overall effect was reminiscent of a wedding dress that has been dashed upon the zhoreline. A sense of love-sick duty weighed them down. The Messenger's sadness laid like Lacre on the stage. The Raven had been bragging about their singing not a moment ago, but as the raggedy Messenger approached, Raven deferred to the song of the Messenger. Pages scoffed. "That one has never been fond of me, always mooning for another. They have... circumvented my plans on multiple occasions." ~ The scene changed, with no sign of interference. ~ The play progressed, with no one noticing what had transpired, save one. Pages continued to interject comments at odd moments. The Academic continued to respond as well as they could while paying attention to the play and writing it all down. Suffice to say that it was rather difficult, and there were many unfortunate moments lost to Pages’ chattering. They wondered if it was deliberate, but that would require it to know what the Academic was hiding.

The Messenger, now played by a tall actress with manicured facial hair and a tattered groom’s suit, was holding council with the Owls. The Principal Owl had pale, tawny feathers that stood out from his dark brown skin. His head covering had baubles and trinkets that made a light sound as he trembled with fear.

Pages seemed particularly incensed by this scene.

“What do you do among my spires?” questioned the Messenger.

“Why, great master, we watch, we wait, we consume” he responded. “You watch, and wait, and consume, you say. And yet, is there not one who will consume you as prey?” On cue, another Owl stalks out from the shadows.Their hair is stark as fresh blood, the beak of the mask sharp. Their cane makes little noise as it lurks around the others. Their large feather tufts reveal their true nature. They are a Great Horned Owl Hunter. “Great Master, protect us so we will be free from their shrieks always, and we will serve you loyally the rest of our days!” She adjusts uncomfortably. There are many beats of conflicted silence, until she speaks again with a sigh “oh, were it only my unfettered choice. But alas, I owe them their hunts and the joys of their voice.” She left, and the Owls were left alone with the Hunter, who grinned behind their mask. Most of the actors were on stage at this point, distracted by the hunt. Another enforcer! Behind the curtains, nearly tripping on something, and carrying a large stack of papers. The Academic could not get a closer look however, for when they tried to shift closer, an ink-stained talon came to rest on their thigh. The intermission began, the curtain smothering any other chance. With its other hand, the Master made a sweeping gesture to the stage. Ice blue eyes turned towards their box from across the auditorium. Wines, who had bribed the Ministry to allow the play for the night. Their attention snapped back to Pages. “-these actors perform this play as an act of rebellion against me. They revel in this illegalbidden display. It is done to spite me, and undermine my authority”. It spat the sentence with less-than-figurative venom. “I will ensure they acknowledge my position as Paramost Poet and Auteur. And you” it turned towards them with luminescent eyes. They slid their writing out of sight. “You shall bow as well, Mr. Cards”. Was the blood rising to their face from anger? Or from the darker, more intense emotions that often defined the two of them. Those emotions had become so entangled of late. The Academic had been thinking of a clever retort when the brief intermission ended. With a personality that filled the stage and beyond, the Phoenix would not permit distraction from their soliloquy. The reflection of candle flames danced across their round lenses. Instead of the Phoenix's typical dress, this one opted for a tuxedo with the train of a peacock and the color of their fiery hair. “I am so very tired of flames, I will drown myself in snow and emerge in perfect serenity. Or not at all”. “What’s that? You have no more use for flame?” the Messenger reappeared and rolled towards the Phoenix. The scene went without hindrance. Even the final ‘immolation’ of the Phoenix in ice went as planned. It aroused the Academic’s suspicions. ~ When his cane made contact with the stage, it cracked like thunder, and reverberated against the proscenium arch. The gray streaks of his bright hair conjured to mind the storm clouds of the surface. His expression held little pity for the Messenger. Though she was taller by far, her presence was miniscule next to the Dragon. “You again,” she whimpered. “Yes. I remain the servant of you Master, as must you. He awaits the delivery.” “Do not! I beg you, do not! He cannot hear the message yet, he cannot hear what i have to say!” her voice turned frantic, fervent. The Dragon’s voice had little care. “You have a little time yet. Should this place fall, two will remain”. The booming of his cane grew distant as he left. She fell to her knees with a wail. ~

The play ended as it always must, message undelivered, crimes judged, and with Time devoured. The curtain fell, and then rose again for the final applause. “So, why did you invite me to see this play? Should you not have stopped it?” Pages stood to loom over them. It swayed slightly. “Have I not already stopped it? It would be rather difficult to perform without a script!” “The cast could perform-” “Oh certainly! Alone in their cells of New Newgate!” With gritted teeth, the academic stormed off. ~ They found Mr. Wines, and with pulled string, favours, and promises, convinced it to stop the Neddy Men from making arrests. The scripts however, were still missing. ~ Weeks later, new scripts of the Seventh Letter entered circulation. Lines and music had to be reconstructed from memory and missing gaps, but it was rather accurate. Most importantly though, Mr. Pages had not managed a score over Mr. Cards. ~~~~ OC CREDITS.

CURTAIN RISES. The last to ENTER is the PRINCIPAL OWL, with the MINOR OWLS FLOCKING behind him. He has dark brown skin, and near-black hair. He is still wearing his head covering. He is short and slight. He is The Theological Caregiver, created by @moonstruck-stormy. He bows with pride, then MOVES STAGE RIGHT.

The HUNTER ENTERS next. A step forward, ready to extend and ki- a pause. They had forgotten to leave character. A shift, and it is once more Harper Faraday. Light-olive skinned, with spectacles, and hazelnut shell hair. Their cane is light and practical. They were created by @the-insouciant-scientist. They bow, sheepish, MOVE STAGE LEFT. The PRINCIPAL DRAGON ENTERS with the presence of a rumbling Storm. His cane clicks are distinct and pronounced. He hais fair skin, large round glasses, and hair like a cloud rimmed sunset. The PRINCIPAL DRAGON is played by Orsinio Elderwood. He was created by @house-of-mirrors. The MINOR DRAGONS EMERGE from the WINGS to FLANK him. They bow together, then MOVE STAGE RIGHT.

The PHOENIX ENTERS from the East. At first look, they are similar to Orsinio. They share glasses and skin tone and hair color. On second look, they are different. The Partial Performer is taller, and has no cane. They were created by @thedandy-detective. Their bow has been practiced, with calculated flair. They MOVE STAGE LEFT. ENTER the RAVEN. Tonight, he is a stocky actor with russet hair and many freckles. They are short and fair-skinned. This is Poet-Laureate Jamie Awnings, created by @thedeafprophet. He makes a grand, sweeping bow, and MOVES STAGE RIGHT. The two halves of the MESSENGER STEP and ROLL to CENTER STAGE. They clasp hands. The MASCULINE HALF is tall, thin, and pale, with a well maintained mustache and goatee. Her hair is dark and short, and she wears glasses. She is Irving Merritt, created by @the-insouciant-scientist. The FEMININE HALF uses an elegant wheelchair. They have long hair, dark but greying, in a bun. They have stubble, and small glasses. They have fair skin, and are plump. They are Elias Leroux, created by @the-dye-stained-socialite. They bow with much drama. The CAST MOVES towards CENTER STAGE and form a solid line. They JOIN HANDS where possible, and raise them together. They swing forward into a final bow, then slowly raise back up to applause. CURTAIN FALLS.

Kim, Kylie come get y’all juice. Chapter two of Peace Frog from the this is me trying series.

Up now!

Enjoy if you please despite the angst (and there is angst be forewarned).

Be careful, be safe and be awesome!

Maybe, just maybe, enjoy yourself along the way.

Title: Chapter 2 - To Live and Die in L.A

Summary: "He came back to himself in increments.

After he muttered those final words to Maverick, the last words he ever wanted to speak to the guy if he was really honest with himself, he moved the ten paces to the door of Nick’s hospital room.

He’s not quite sure when he started breathing again, just that he did.

He’s not quite sure when the tremor in his hand started, just that when he lifted it to grip at the door handle and actually turn the damn thing he felt weak. Like he didn’t have enough strength to actually do it.

How was he supposed to face Maverick again?

Shit how was he supposed to face Nick again when he felt more than a little like a fraud because Maverick’s words had hit home in a way he wasn’t comfortable examining too closely.”

Alternatively: Ron deals with the fallout of Maverick's words, Nick finally asks Ron just what happened in the hospital and the boys get a little closer to reconciliation.

Featuring: More Brad and Ron being cute, Nick and Ron being cuter and more than a little self-flagellation from everyone involved.

currently writing part 3 of a tragic string of disasters

am I also currently at work?

maybe

also fair warning it is like way darker and more intense then I was originally planning soooooo yeah (I will include a full list of TW and CW when I upload it)

and here's links for part 1 and part 2 if you want to check those out as well

Chapters: 12/19 Fandom: Twisted-Wonderland (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Vil Schoenheit/Reader, Rook Hunt/Reader, Epel Felmier/Reader Characters: Vil Schoenheit, Reader, Rook Hunt, Epel Felmier, Leona Kingscholar, Dire Crowley, Sam (Twisted-Wonderland), Heartslabyul Dorm Students, Savanaclaw Dorm Students, Octavinelle Dorm Students, Scarabia Dorm Students, Pomefiore Dorm Students, Ignihyde Dorm Students, Diasomnia Dorm Students, Vampire!Vil - Character Additional Tags: Vampires, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Vampire Hunters, Reader-Insert, Alternate Universe, gender neutral reader, Vampire Vil Schoenheit, Soft Vil Schoenheit, Romance, Fluff, Slow Burn, Some angst, Fluff and Angst, Drama, Comedy Series: Part 1 of Hours in the Moonlight Summary:

It’s been approximately a year since vampire’s had first taken a shine to you around last Halloween. Since then, you’ve become more prepared for handling your undead admirers and have acquired a certain talent for avoiding them. Save for the one you have befriended. Changes can happen quickly though. Who knows how long this peaceful time will last for something such as yourself when your hours in the moonlight with your vampiric friend are constantly ticking by. Life as someone who attracts vampires is never easy, and apparently the world has decided it’s time that your life take a turn from its peaceful dullness to something more chaotic.

Can u link your separate au bc Ao3 is shit if someone doesn't link it, I've tried searching for other fics it never works so can please link the fic petty please

The reason you can't find it is because it has not been posted yet lol

I'm still working on chapter 1, but hopefully I should have it finished soon! I've been a bit busy with finishing chapter 13 of Hide and Seek and making the artwork for it too, as well as other art projects I have, plus my part-time job as an art instructor and private tutor... *takes in a deep breath* so yeah. Chapter 1 is still cooking.

As soon as it is posted, I'll share the link! If you'd like me to tag you so you can immediately get a notification about it, then please let me know!

Chapter 5 is finally up! In this chapter, Teri teaches Saaltar about butterflies and apples while he breaks in his human form some more. They're on their way to the campus cafeteria during this chapter and after they get there, Saaltar meets the sweet lunch lady, Sylvie and gets bombarded by Galatea and Penelope. 

It's a pretty quirky, cute, fun, and fluffy chapter. 

Stay tuned for Chapter 6 when Teri sees where Saaltar's been staying, The Stargazer Inn and meets the eccentric innkeeper, Minos Alistair. She also takes him shopping at a local boutique before moving him into her house.

Taglist: @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky, @eclecticwildflowers​, @emilynightshade89​

Guess who posted a new wip instead of working on literally anything else? That's right: me!

maybe i should just make a yakuza sideblog... i feel like ive kinda comitted to keeping it on main though w/ the amount of tag and post rambles I've done already. hmmm

New Oneshot Coming Tomorrow!

Come Back…Be Here

Jughead had been deployed for a year. He hadn’t been able to see his fiancé, Betty, in this time and each day that passed by took a piece of him with it. When he’s finally able to return home, he decides to keep the act a secret to surprise her with his return.

This will be available to read on Archive of Our Own and Wattpad on 12/1/22!

Writing a sort of fic about running being Sonic's therapy and even though it doesn't feel like a story as much as a self analysis on Sonic's part just going through his head, I'm loving it

Kinktober

Well hello! I know some of you might look here to see where the rest of Kinktober is. And to be flatly honest.

I burnt myself out. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I was in school and foolishly started it too late into the month. From the chart, I worked up for myself. I started on the seventh. And my latest was published in November. Didn't help I went through a hell of a breakup. And as everyone knows, those aren't good for writing.

But fret no more little heathens. I am currently working on getting them all finished and worked up pretty on AO3.

I did delete some of the ones I had done, but the first two days will stay since they seemed to be well received. I will be posting a completed kinktober list once they are all done over here so you can jump around if you want.

Anyways. Thank you so so SO much for all the love on my Fatgum post! Means a lot to know some people really enjoy my writing or portrayal of him. Mwah!

Hope to see you soon with maybe some new stuff popping up here.

Bye for now lil monsters.

<3

Luke:The monster starts banging on the door! Everyone has one last action before he comes in and the battle starts.

Isol:You said some amount of metagaming is allowed on this campaign, right? How much?

Luke:What do you want to do?

Isol:How much sanity does everyone have?

Luke:I’ll let you roll Diplomacy, and depending on how well you do, I’ll see what I can let you know.

Isol:All right. (He rolls dice.) 17.

Luke:You can tell him within a range of ten. Ten to twenty, twenty to thirty.

Hyejin:Forty to fifty.

Hyunwoo:Ten to twenty.

Nicky:Twenty to thirty.

Eleven:Ten to twenty.

Isol:I want to prepare an action. This monster’s probably going to deal some sanity damage when we see him, and when Hyunwoo goes insane I’m gonna Calm him so we don’t lose damage uptime through him going insane.

Hyunwoo:WHEN I go insane??