#tailor made for two

[aziraphalianfangirl]

Hello everyone. I don't even know if it's right for me to post this and I'm sorry if it's not, but I am just concerned and I don't know where else to say this.

One of my favourite authors on ao3, macbethsfool1511, has deleted their account and stories. They had written a very well known Mycroft x Original Female Character fanfic called "Between Bloods" featuring the florist Noreen and of course Mycroft. They were also in the middle of writing a new fic called "Tailor Made for Two" which was equally amazing. To my knowledge, they had nothing but positive comments from many fans. I was checking ao3 for updates and noticed they deleted their account and I was quite shocked and found it very strange, specially because they were active and currently writing a story.

Does anyone know what might have happened? I am quite sad and worried not only as a fan who deeply enjoyed their stories but also just as a person. if anyone knows anything please dm me. I hate to think something might have happened but I know people have a right to their privacy. I am not in any way trying to be nosy or pry into people's personal lives, I just want to know if everything is alright and if there's anything I can do to help. I'm tagging this with the fandom tags so it reaches more people.

Happy Holidays and take care everyone <3

[tuinendraws]

M N O

[callmehide]

vashwood truly is on another level. yeah the yaoi is good enough to justify all the renaissance art. there's something in those two that makes me ill.

[3liza]

im going to be honest with you, most of the victorian era was one of the worst single periods of womens fashion in europe. like if you lose your layman's innocence and really start looking at the fashion plates and civilian photographs from the period you will eventually start to notice that basically everyone looks like dogshit. there are hits but they are few and far between

[aroaceleovaldez]

♫ NOW NOT A TRACE OF YOUR LIVES REMAIN ♫

[petricorah]

finally collected all my notes scattered places about my oc fic and now my outline and character info pages are more words than what i have written on the story itself 💀

[spookythesillyfella]

"You're not ashamed of only doing unnecessary things – far from it, you're proud of it ; you must be feeling GREAT!"

★ alt verzionz under cut :

★ song : "Eh? You're serious? Wait!" – Dobu no Awa

[lival23]

I made this illustration back when the DLC came out, and I'm still proud of it, she's so cool....

[tj-crochets]

Another very vague question for y'all! Puppets. If I am thinking of making them, do you have any recommendations on like...techniques? Foams to use for structure? Glue? I gotta admit I am mildly apprehensive about using adhesives for asthma reasons but I think I want to make a puppet (I'm leaning towards the faux fur monster kind of puppet, not the fleece human-ish kinda puppet) I also don't want to use a puppet. Be a puppeteer? Idk the verb but like...I don't want to use one I just want to make one. I could make my sister a puppet, she's used them professionally in clown gigs before, but her aesthetic preferences and mine are uh...very different. So like...what does one do with a puppet they do not want?

[aq2003]

i saw a post saying boom was good bc it feels like it could be done with any doctor/companion duo and honestly that was one of the things i felt was wrong with it

[as-in-petrichor]

Desperately trying to convince myself I love farming relics and talent materials.

It's failing.

[heatherfield]

I stumbled upon the book "The Unmaking of June Farrow" by Adrienne Young through my library and I'm about a quarter of the way through the audiobook and it's just hit me that the vibes are very "Practical Magic" meets "Outlander". Now I'm kind of mad that I haven't thought of that combination before.

[kapacb413]

so so normal rn

[kanerallels]

AHA YOU DID PUT THE ASK GAME BACK UP

I humbly request something with Saville and Galen because my beloveds 🤲

I DID and took so long to respond to this lol. But! Since you didn't specify an AU I decided to explore a concept I came up with in the shower the other day: Valiant Cinderella au (featuring Ever After vibes, The Flight Of Swan characters, and one subtle reference to my liveblog)

I’d only taken my eyes off of Will for a second. We were in the market— he and I and Corbin, my stepbrother who hadn’t been convinced to hate me, despite my stepmother’s best efforts.

Will was family too, after a fashion. I’d found him, just a street urchin fighting dogs for food, and brought him home under the guise of a servant. Really, I’d just wanted to keep him safe, even if I couldn’t protect myself.

He was a hard worker, but too eager to rush ahead. I’d only looked away to barter for bread for a minute— one minute! And then I heard his voice shouting my name, and turned to see soldiers dragging him away.

King Eldin was supposedly a weak king, weaker than his hard-headed brother had been. He wasn’t a bad man— but he was easily manipulated, a fact that had been taken advantage of by Lord Leymonn, one of the top advisors in the castle. And Lord Leymonn had little tolerance for the parentless urchins wandering the streets. Which Will wasn’t— but clearly the soldiers didn’t know that.

Dropping my basket, I bolted towards the soldiers, ignoring Corbin shouting for me to be careful. I couldn’t let them take Will. I couldn’t.

The soldiers were shoving him into a cart as I approached, heart pounding with terror. I hated being scared, and that fueled me enough to shout, “Stop! What are you doing?”

The two soldiers paused, one still keeping a firm grasp on Will’s arm as the two of them looked at me. The older of the two, brown eyed with a beard, lifted an eyebrow at me. “Arresting this thief.”

“He is not a thief,” I protested, glaring at them. “Do you arrest all children you see because you suspect they may be thieves? He’s a servant in my stepmother’s household. Let him go.”

“Lord Leymonn has ordered that street urchins—”

“Hang your Lord Leymonn,” I spat out, and was surprised to see a look of amusement cross the older man’s face. The younger looked affronted, and was opening his mouth to respond when a third voice cut through our conversation.

“Orion, Hayden, what’s going on here?”

I turned, ready to fight— and the words shriveled up in my mouth.

Fine Coat. Sky above, it was Fine Coat— the noble who I’d met six months earlier on the road to Reggen, traveling back home with my father. Before he’d remarried a witch woman and then fallen ill, leaving me in her hands.

He wouldn’t remember me. He couldn’t. No matter how much I may have annoyed him at the time.

“Lord Verras,” the younger man said, straightening a little. “We’re arresting this street urchin. Lord Leymonn’s orders— we’re to keep the streets as free of thieves as possible, sir.”

“He’s not a thief,” I broke in, my fear for Will overwhelming my fear that Fine Coat would know who I was. “He’s a servant in my stepmother’s household, and he wouldn’t steal anything.”

“He’s a street rat,” the younger guard said.

“He’s a child,” I snapped, glaring at him. “Or is that an instant sign of guilt in the eyes of your precious Lord Leymonn?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lord Verras and the older man exchange a look that I couldn’t read. Hardening my heart against fear, I turned towards him. “He’s just a child. He hasn’t done anything, you can’t arrest him. Or have the nobles already forgotten what justice is?”

The younger guard gaped at me, as shocked by my audacity as my pounding heart was. Lord Verras regarded me, with eyes that almost seemed to look through me. I held myself straight, refusing to look away. I wouldn’t back down.

“You have such a low opinion of our royalty?” His voice was calm, curious.

“I have a low opinion of anyone who would lock up a child,” I told him, and he nodded.

“Fair enough. Release the boy.”

“But Lord Leymonn will—”

“I will deal with Leymonn,” Lord Verras said, and I didn’t miss the look the two guards exchanged. The older one nodded to his companion, who let go of Will’s arm.

He scrambled free, tumbling into my arms, and I pulled him close, trying to hide my trembling. “Thank you,” I told Lord Verras.

“You were right,” he said simply. “If the boy hasn’t done anything wrong, he deserves to go free.” He paused, frowning a little. “It’s rare to see someone around these days who’s so willing to speak up against one of the king’s advisors. Particularly among the nobility.”

I almost snorted. “I’m no noble.”

He didn’t seem surprised, just curious. “Really? You mentioned your stepmother’s household.”

Internally, I cursed. I was supposed to be a nameless servant, not the daughter that witch didn’t want. If I let anything slip about her, or her plan, Will and I were done for, to say nothing of my father. And despite our differences, it was my responsibility to protect him.

Though if it came down between him and Will, I’d hand him over in a heartbeat.

Lord Verras was still watching me with those keen eyes, waiting for an answer I didn’t know how to give. “Um. I—”

“Saville!”

Corbin was heading my way, holding the basket I’d dropped, his frown deep. For a brother who wasn’t blood, he was plenty protective, and his scowl deepened at the sight of Lord Verras. Glancing between me, him, the guards, and Will, he seemed to put together the pieces. “We should get home,” he told me. “Mother won’t be pleased if we’re out too late.”

“Saville?” Lord Verras’s voice was quizzical, and I saw a furrow appear between his brows. He’d realized something was off, or familiar, and my heart lurched.

Time to go.

Grabbing Will’s arm, I said, “Thank you for your help,” and forced myself to walk away, not run. Despite the urge to do so, twisting in my chest. It was time to get away from this nobleman and his eyes that saw far too much.

I didn’t breathe easy until there were several yards and a few turned corners between me and him, and Corbin gave me a confused look. “Who was that?”

“Someone who met me on the way here,” I told him. “Someone who could find out who I am, and destroy your mother’s plan.”

Scowling, Corbin muttered, “If only he would.” A heartbeat later, remorse smoothed away the scowl, and he shot me an apologetic look. “Sorry. I know you’re as stuck as I am.”

“At least I don’t have to marry any princess.” Breathing deeply, I glanced at Will. “Are you alright?”

Nodding, Will said, “Are we in trouble, Sir?”

Shaking my head, I said, “I don’t think so.” As long as we don’t bump into Lord Verras again. With any luck, that would be the last I saw of him.

[artbyblastweave]

Holy Moly I should have played Bioshock all the way through years ago

[thegingerjedi]

I’ve never experienced the dragon age fandom in real time before

I am… Afraid™️