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(some) fanart (there’s more it’s just not done yet. i made the mistake of working on 3 things simultaneously)

the accessories they gave each other match the other’s colours :]

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Does anyone remember that weird netflix show about the the werewolves from at least arrooounddd... I think 2014. The one where they did the really dramatic transformation scene by going through the bloodstream. And there was a scene where the girl mc was running in the forest and ran circles around trees to throw off her scent from her classmate dude love interest whatever. the show itself was.. okay at best. It was kinda like My babysitters a vampire or something in thar vein. but then it just randomly dissapeared what was up with that

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me when i go walking on sunny days and end up on a tree lined street and look up at the gaps of sunlight and miss you more than anything

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@ilikeflowey

evil and intimidating horse

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still busy thinking about butch. i think after a while, a year or so after the two of them skipped town and butch started stealthing as a Super Normal Cis Man in Super Normal Straight Love with his wife, she starts getting gender dysphoric in the other direction. she's never minded wearing men's clothes and she's never minded being mistaken as one, even reveled in it sometimes, but being forced to hide her femininity and the queer nature of her love for so long, it starts to wear on her. and one day maybe they've got a party to attend later that evening, to mingle and socialize and totally not gather intel on how to rob the local bank, and butch dreads going out into public as a man yet again, and she has a minor breakdown. and so after talking it out and getting at the root of her upset, annabelle offers to go as the husband today. she doesn't really get anything out of wearing men's clothes. but seeing butch put on a dress and gloves and her favourite six inch heels and finally smile at herself in the mirror again, is more than worth it

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you think youre so funny and cool huh. well you are. i love you

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the path to security is through fear

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Alexa and Janusz my babiess <33

Drawing based on the final scene of this fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/66108634

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"..and the way she's always there like my partner in crime" 💞

(Spoilers for IMPROVISED PLAY #55 "Never Give Annabelle A Gun")

Soooooo.... them.... haha. It's 2:10 AM, I wish I could ramble right now but I NEED to get some sleep, I gotta be up early tomorrow! But look, I made a thing!! :-)) Baby's first (proper? still short?) animatic/edit! Take THAT, DIWives! That storyboard's crying in my sketchbook. I hope you like it, I sure had fun! I considered using 2 other SPG songs (Latum Alterum and Shattered Stars) but this worked too well!! <333

I know Tumblr videos are super loud (for me at least) so I tried to optimize the audio for that. Shouuuld be fine.

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"..and the way she's always there like my partner in crime" 💞

(Spoilers for IMPROVISED PLAY #55 "Never Give Annabelle A Gun")

Soooooo.... them.... haha. It's 2:10 AM, I wish I could ramble right now but I NEED to get some sleep, I gotta be up early tomorrow! But look, I made a thing!! :-)) Baby's first (proper? still short?) animatic/edit! Take THAT, DIWives! That storyboard's crying in my sketchbook. I hope you like it, I sure had fun! I considered using 2 other SPG songs (Latum Alterum and Shattered Stars) but this worked too well!! <333

I know Tumblr videos are super loud (for me at least) so I tried to optimize the audio for that. Shouuuld be fine.

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I can't stop

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in my perfect world annabutch don’t face any consequences for killing henry bc everyone in the town’s opinion on him was some degree of “fuck that guy”

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"..and the way she's always there like my partner in crime" 💞

(Spoilers for IMPROVISED PLAY #55 "Never Give Annabelle A Gun")

Soooooo.... them.... haha. It's 2:10 AM, I wish I could ramble right now but I NEED to get some sleep, I gotta be up early tomorrow! But look, I made a thing!! :-)) Baby's first (proper? still short?) animatic/edit! Take THAT, DIWives! That storyboard's crying in my sketchbook. I hope you like it, I sure had fun! I considered using 2 other SPG songs (Latum Alterum and Shattered Stars) but this worked too well!! <333

I know Tumblr videos are super loud (for me at least) so I tried to optimize the audio for that. Shouuuld be fine.

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For the Family-Ch.1

Grandmother's Gift

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Summary: Maria Clarissio has a secret: the women in her family have always had a gift, and her grandmother made her promise to use that gift to protect their family, no matter the cost. And the cost is certainly high, as Maria's life is thrown into disarray again and again. Will she have the strength to do what needs to be done to keep her family together?

Word Count: 1,704

Read on AO3: HERE

CW: Minor Character Death

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When Maria Clarissio is ten years old, her grandmother falls ill and summons her to her room. The late afternoon sun pokes through a gap in the curtains, casting a golden beam of light across the room and throwing the old woman's face into shadow as Maria cautiously approaches the bedside. 

"Ahhhh, Maria," she says, her voice raspy and weak from her latest coughing fit. "Come in, come and sit beside me. I have something to discuss with you." 

Maria pulls up a stool next to the bed and her grandmother looks her up and down, a calculating glint in her eye.

"What is it you want to tell me, ava?" Maria asks, and her grandmother takes her hand in hers.

"The women in our family have a gift, mia nipote," she says. "And it is time that I passed the knowledge of this on to you."

"A gift? What kind of gift?" 

Her grandmother reaches up with her other hand and taps Maria on the forehead, right between the eyes.

"The gift of Sight, child. We can see things other humans cannot see. Beyond this simple, material plane lies other realms: the realm of the mind, the realm of the spirit, the realm of the fate...we can see past the mortal veil and harness what lies beyond."

Maria frowns, and her grandmother chuckles. 

"I see in your eyes that you do not believe me. Perhaps you think me a rambling old fool, addled by age or by fever? No, mia nipote. Close your eyes, and I will show you." 

Maria obeys, and as her eyelids flutter shut she feels a warmth spread from their joined hands and through her entire body. Her grandmother does not speak aloud, but somehow Maria still hears her voice in her mind, as though she is speaking directly into her thoughts.

"Look, Maria. Look deep into the void and tell me what you see." 

At first there is nothing but darkness behind her eyes, but as she casts her mind outward, shapes begin to materialize, blurry and indistinct and yet instantly familiar to her. 

"I see...I see Mamma and Papá," Maria says, and she feels a pulse of positive emotion from her grandmother. 

"Good. And where are they? What are they doing?" 

Maria focuses, and the blurry figures become clearer, their forms more precise and their voices audible. 

"Papá is in his workshop," Maria says, tilting her head as she listens. "Mamma has just come in from the vineyard...she is teasing him for spending all his time cooped up inside...Papá is showing her the dolly that he is carving and she is smiling at it and he is smiling at her." 

Maria gasps and her eyes fly open, and her grandmother nods in approval. 

"You see now?" she says. "My mother had the Sight, and her mother before her, and her mother before her."

"And I have it now too?" asks Maria. 

"Sì, mia nipote. You know I have no daughters of my own, only sons. At first I thought that my piece of the power would die with me, but when your mother gave birth to you and my Geppetto placed you in my arms, I could sense that you also had the gift." 

"So it's like magic? What else does it do? Can it–"

"This is serious, Maria Clarissio!" her grandmother snaps, and her grip on Maria's hand turns vice-like as she glares at the girl. "This is not some frivolous thing to be used for cheap tricks or idle fancies. We live in a world full of darkness, and it is our responsibility to use this gift to protect the family from malevolent forces!" 

"Mi dispiace, ava," Maria says, tears welling in her eyes. "Mi dispiace...please let me go, you're hurting me!"

Her grandmother sighs and releases her grip, and Maria pulls her hand away, trembling slightly.

"Listen, Maria," her grandmother says. "Ordinarily, I would not tell you of this now; you are still far too young. I myself did not begin to train until I was sixteen. It takes a strong mind to hone this power and use it wisely. However, my time on this earth is drawing near its end, so the knowledge must be passed on now, before I am gone." 

"What do you mean?" Maria asks, her eyes widening. "Papá says that you will be better soon..."

Her grandmother chuckles, and shakes her head.

"Your papá is a good man, but he is also a fool," she says. "He thinks that by sparing you the truth, he is protecting you from the harshness of this world. But in doing so, he is leaving you unprepared for what is to come. Besides, he cannot see what I can see."

"What...what you can see?" Maria repeats in a shaky voice.

"The Sight comes differently to each of us," her grandmother says. "You can train to see more clearly, the way you can learn to make a better minestra di pane by practicing over and over, but a part of the power will always come naturally to you, the way some are born with a beautiful voice to sing. And the thing that I have always been able to see most clearly is time, Maria. I do not have long left with you, and so you must begin to develop your Sight now. Soon it will be your responsibility to protect the family." 

"Protect it from what, ava?" Maria asks, and her grandmother reaches forward and cups her face. 

Her hands are thin and bony, but there is still strength behind them, despite her age and illness. Maria can feel the years full of labor and hardship the woman has lived in the roughness of her skin as she strokes her cheek.

"From the world, mia nipote. Protect them from the world."

Every day from that moment onward, her grandmother trains her to use her Sight. Maria spends hours sitting beside her and clasping her hand, opening her mind to the power she carries within. She learns to let her awareness of the physical world fall away and to look with her mind's eye at the unseen world beyond the veil. Sometimes her grandmother guides her, but most of the time she acts only as an anchor and leaves Maria to navigate the visions alone. 

"I will not always be here to help you, mia nipote. You must learn to do this on your own, you understand?" 

It is on one of her unguided attempts that Maria first sees her. 

At first she cannot tell that it is a “her” at all, she merely senses a presence that she's never felt before. She focuses on the presence the way her grandmother has taught her, trying to see the shape of it, but the vision does not appear fully formed the way that people in the present or moments from the past do. It is more like the one time her grandmother showed her how to look into the future: vague flashes of sensation and vision all fighting for dominance in her mind's eye.  

The first thing she sees is just color, an impression in her mind of blues and silvers twisting and blending together. Then, out of that swirl of color and light she catches a glimpse of a delicate crown, a curled lock of hair, a gossamer wing like that of a dragonfly. She hears a laugh floating in the air, then feels a cool touch against her cheek. 

"Go back, little one. You are not ready." 

Maria gasps and opens her eyes, dropping her grandmother's hands. 

"Why did you stop?" her grandmother asks sharply.

Maria describes as best she can the unfamiliar presence, and her grandmother leans back against her pillows, stapling her fingers together. 

"Ahhh...you have seen into the realm of the fate. It could be that this is what your Sight is most inclined to show you."

"Why did the voice say I wasn't ready?" Maria asks. 

"The realm of the fate is not like that of the mind or the spirit," her grandmother says. "While most people do not realize it, humanity is still intrinsically tied to those realms. However, the realm of the fate is something else entirely, and what beings you see there have a power far greater than our own. They can be very dangerous, and must be dealt with delicately. You should not attempt to go there again for now."

"But if this is the realm my Sight is trying to show me–" 

"You need more practice, mia nipote. I will hear no more of this. Come now, close your eyes and tell me what your father is doing right now."

Maria sighs but obeys, closing her eyes and clearing her mind. 

"He is with Mamma in the vineyard," she says after a moment. "They are talking about..." she pauses, and feels her grandmother's grip on her hand tighten.

"Go on," the old woman says, and Maria swallows.

"They...they are talking about how I spend so much time here with you these days. Mamma is worried, she says that it is not good for me to be cooped up inside all day without any other children to play with, but Papá says...Papá says that you just want to spend time with me before the end." 

When Maria Clarissio is ten years old, her grandmother dies in the middle of the night and she is the first to know. She bolts awake with a headache so intense that for a moment she cannot even see, and then she feels the absence. A presence that had once been an ever-present cocoon around her is gone, forever out of her reach. She runs to her grandmother’s room, and even though she knows what she will find, her screams still wake the whole house. 

When Maria Clarissio is ten years old, her grandmother is buried under the fig tree at the edge of their vineyard. She clutches her papá's hand and stands at the freshly dug mound of earth, a tear sliding down her cheek as she reads the words on the gravestone. 

A benevolent soul in a malevolent world.

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AN: This started as a concept for something post Grape Depression, but then I got way too into Maria's backstory and character and now it's a full character study of pre, during, AND post Grape Depression, whoops. I promise we'll get to the original point after a few chapters, haha.

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genderfluid she/they/he lesbian butch bc that’s what i am and i say so