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mewmurdock · 2 months ago

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the gloaming; chapter 1

Pairing: Eudaemon!Matt Murdock x Mortal!Reader

The Gloaming Masterlist

Author’s Note: Thank you to everyone who has stayed with me for the past year while I wrote pretty much nothing. I have a few updates for you:

I have graduated college with my Bachelor’s Degree in English Education for grades 7-12, and gotten NYS certified in that area.

I am working two jobs so I am super busy.

I am (unofficially, but basically) engaged 💍🌹

So that’s why I haven’t written much recently. But watching “Daredevil: Born Again” and the fantasy anime “The Ancient Magus’ Bride” has really inspired me. So that is why I have this new story for you. I hope you like it.

The first thing that you become aware of when you achieve consciousness is that you are cold, freezing. Your thin, white, ceremonial nightgown does not cover much, nor does it do a good job at warming you.

The next thing you are aware of is the feeling of sensation on your skin. Prickly things, painful things, crawly things — branches, pinecones, and bugs are all around you, as you seemingly lay in a forest clearing.

You do not have the energy to move any of your limbs or open your eyes. Your head and eyelids are heavy. You compare it to waking up after an operation, where the healers felt it necessary to give you a sleeping, numbing tonic.

Your fingers twitch. The sounds of night owls and crickets and cicadas surround you. The moonlight creates a white effect behind your eyelids.

I am not in my bed. I am not in my room.

Your thoughts come slowly.

I didn’t sleep.

If I didn’t go to sleep, I thought that maybe I wouldn’t be taken.

The witching hour. The gloaming.

The shadows grew and spread across the room, across me. I hid under the covers, trying not to breathe too loudly.

The sound was sucked out of the room. Even my heartbeat was silent.

A pair of invisible hands lifted me from my bed as easily as you’d lift a kitten.

I was weightless. Thought-less. I was nothing.

Now I am here.

You open your eyes ever so slowly, breathing low — swallowing and cringing at the lack of saliva in your mouth to soothe your dry throat — expecting to see the full moon and a purple black sky full of stars.

Instead, you are face to face with a monster.

In the shadows, the monster on top of you is not exactly visible. You can see silver dots where its eyes would be, a fanged set of teeth. You see horns, small black devilish horns protruding from a head of brown hair. Claws that protrude from his fingers and grasp at your chin.

And wings.

Sweeping, humongous black wings, like an angel’s. They make your monster look even more towering, large, predatory.

YOU ARE MINE, it says, in a voice that only vaguely resembles a human male’s.

Only his mouth does not move.

It is difficult to describe how you feel at this moment, but I will try. In an instant, your stomach drops through you. Tears spring to your eyes lightning fast. You feel faint, realizing that never in your life have you ever felt true Fear before, only what you thought was fear. No, this is true Fear, the kind of Fear that makes you lose your bowels and your bile, the Fear that, if you are standing, makes you crumble to the ground, wet yourself, and freeze in peril.

You know what you are supposed to say in this instant: O Guardian, Lover and Protector of my Form and Soul, I am yours for ever. Do with me what You wish, as I become your Apprentice to serve you always. You had practiced it for years, knowing that you would need to say it at some point.

You try to speak, but the noise gets caught in your throat. Your mouth betrays your mind, or vice versa. Your hands are shaking, grasping at the dirt below you in an attempt to keep yourself grounded.

“G-G-Guardian—?” you wheeze.

The monster blinks, sniffs the air. Its expression remains neutral. There’s an agonizing moment in which you know that it is thinking, deciding, what to do with you.

You can’t decide now, in your frightened, delirious state, to either be terrified that this being is your Guardian, or hopeful that your real Guardian is on His way to save you.

You try something, as best as you can. “If you… are m-my Guardian, you can’t hurt me.”

You know this to be true. The stories that your parents told you about Guardians said that they are beautiful, heroic creatures that hunger and thirst for righteousness, like angels. They were assigned to you before you existed, and so know you just as well as if not more than you know yourself. They are physically not able to hurt you, even if they want to.

Only this one is not exactly beautiful — in the traditional sense, anyway. You had never heard any rumors of devilish angels, monstrous Guardians, ones that immediately place Fear into your innermost soul and make you mute.

You wait, painstakingly, for an answer.

It speaks.

“I do not…” it starts, its mouth moving this time, in a more human voice, “... intend to hurt you, lady.” Its voice is soft but gravelly.

Confusion sets in. “You—”

“I apologize,” it says, getting off of you, “it caught me off guard. You didn’t recite your prayer.”

It — or, he — takes your hands in his before you can respond and hoists you upward to a standing position. Your limbs ache and your legs are weak. In this new position, you can see him more clearly:

He actually looks more… normal, than before, more human in appearance. His wings are — nowhere to be found… His teeth are less fanged, and his voice is less, dare you say eldritch than before. With the exception of his horns and silver eyes, he would look… almost like a regular person. But the Fear is still there, just enough for you to be cautious.

“So you are Him,” you say weakly. “My Guardian.”

“Yes, lady.”

He, without another word, walks with you to somewhere only he knows. He places an arm around you, holding your weak body upright. His hands are warm, firm, and they hold tight to you, keeping you close to him.

The two of you walk silently, with only the sounds of cicadas and owls greeting you.

“It’s not that far of a walk to my house,” he says. “We’ll get you cleaned up.”

A beat.

“You were scared,” he says. “Scared of me.”

“Yes.”

“I did not wish for that, but I couldn’t help it. This is the form that the Holy Giver burdened me with when He created me for you.”

“I was told that Guardians would be…” and then you stop, afraid that if you finished your thought, he would become offended.

“Comely? Me too,” he says curtly.

You stay silent, not wanting to say anything that would offend him. That train of thought leads in a different direction, one that has your head spinning.

You have heard legends about eldest daughters — they are not only taken from their homes to live in a Different Place with their Guardians, but they are also betrothed to them. In these tales, your Guardian, when He was created, was assigned to be your life partner, your husband, until the end of time. Normally, that would not be an issue. Some girls would even eagerly anticipate their twenty-first birthday, for they knew that they would be set up with a beautiful protector for a husband…

So what about you?

You could say that you were scared, maybe a little anxious. Mostly the former. You had caught your parents one night talking at the supper table about what presence they felt around you, growing more and more each year as if it were a reminder of your eventual destination — they said it was a scary, dark, almost evil presence that they couldn’t do anything about, nothing like the legends and tales of a kind, warm aura that they had ever heard.

You were doomed before you were even born.

“What do I call you?” you ask softly.

“Matthew,” he says. “My name is Matthew.”

“What does it mean?” All Guardians’ names have meaning, about their Purpose or Function.

“It means, ‘gift from God,’” Matt says sarcastically.

You say nothing to this. All you do is allow yourself to be led by him, this Matthew, to his house… your house. As you walk, the sky above you gets lighter, more light blue and orange than black. The sun rises and its rays penetrate the branches and leaves of the trees above you. It’s quite a lovely sight.

“Happy birthday,” Matthew says, and you cannot tell if he’s being sarcastic. The way you look at him — confused, bewildered — makes him grin. “I’m being serious. It’s your birthday. I still…” He pauses, his smile fading just a little. “I’m sorry.”

Five minutes go by without anything being said. As you walk, you look down at the weeds and flowers at your feet.

“Oh, here we are. My house.”

You look up.

It’s a small wood cottage made of wood and thatch, with a small garden for crops and flowers off to one side of the yard. The natural sunlight pours through the trees and makes the cottage look very cozy. It reminds you of the houses back home.

“It’s nice,” you say blankly, meaning what you say even if your tone would suggest otherwise.

“Shall we go in?” says Matthew. “You can change your clothes, have a good meal… I have rabbit meat I could cook?”

“I’m not hungry.”

Matt leads you into the cottage. “You’ll need to eat sometime. I’ll get it ready and leave it out for you whenever you want, okay?”

“Mm.”

Your limbs are heavy. Your mind is only consumed by thoughts of confusion and dread, and as the cottage door closes behind you, you cannot stop the shudder that goes down your back.

#the gloaming #daredevil #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #daredevil born again #matt murdock x reader smut #eudaemon!matt murdock x mortal!reader #fantasy AU

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forsakenwitchery · 3 months ago

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Aemond: ElvenDen Helaena & ph by me

...and since some people seem to be so concerned about Helaemonds, I also remembered I haven't posted this photo here. which is criminal, because it's possibly my favorite photo. I actually did both variations of photo correction for it, the one I started editing the costest with, and the one I settled on later on, so both versions deserve to be seen somewhere. xD

My cosplay tags:

Photos, gifs, videos from costests/cos shoots/cons

Inprogresses (costumes, 3d printing etc)

Kinda sorta maybe an update on the state of full cosplay if anyone's interested

I still unfortunately have some health problems occasionally striking out of the blue, but overall I do hope I'll be ready for convention season to take Helaemond out. I've got a jacket and a new wig for Aemond. It needs bleaching to match the color of mine, the one in the costest photos is my friend's, so I can't do anything to it, plus it's too dense and we all know the wigs in the show are shit and have the density of zero.

Still need to paint the crowns since I could't do it with sinusitis, and now that it's winter it's too cold to do it until spring. :( Probably gonna do two versions of Hel's crown, show's and my variation with some green&gold beads and possibly the inner side of sword-y pieces green as well, since at first my model printed without the strips inside and I've got enough parts for 2, if not 3, crowns. But basically everything is sanded and waiting for painting and assembling...

FINALLY found and ordered a bunch of lace for Hel's dress PRETTY

like sure, I kinda went overboard with it, but since I suck at sewing, better safe than sorry. I actually found an even better fabric, but it was sold out in green, soooooo... Still think below are pretty decent options with beads and sewing & not sequins which imho usually look bad

Our Alicent from the costest is also gonna do a full Alicent, so I'm really hoping to have everything in order at worst mid-summer since it's when the outdoors con I really want to take all of this to is taking place. But like, hopefully even before that, because if anything, this fandom and some vocal people in it make me wanna do things lol. I'm a spiteful btch, what can I say. We can't all be perfect-do-no-wrong ladies like the HOTD women for some reason are. 🌚

Oh also I've ordered the Dark Sister. Because if Rhae can have a sword, so can Hel. And if Condal & Hess can shit all over canon and characters, so can I. Gimme the Dark Sister. Literally no one can stop me well unless my taobao agent doesn't receive it, 'cause it's been almost two weeks since the order was placed and they still haven't, buuuut it's a Chinese NY so hopefully it works out I NEED HELAENA WITH A SWORD

#helaemond #aemond targaryen #helaena targaryen #aemond one eye #hotd aemond #prince aemond #helaena the dreamer #queen helaena #hotd #house of the dragon #hotd cosplay #got cosplay #game of thrones cosplay #cosplay photos and videos #cosplay inprogress

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doorp · 2 years ago

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What started out as theories abt when the main cast died but got silly

Annabel + Lenore ✨

This one is pretty straightforward, there’s these Barbie movie redraws flynn did that shows Annabel and Lenore being caught by “NMPD nevermore police department” , with the year 1901 in the corner, implying that’s when they died and got sent to nevermore

This little 1901 in the corner is interesting on like a meta level to me bc 1. in the original Barbie meme theres no date on the slate thingies, so flynn decided to add that piece of info on her own, and 2. this was just after episode 67 came out (on fp I think) and uh little tidbit, before that episode there was a theory that Theo died in like the 1860s or something based on the logo in the newspaper abt his death, the ny daily tribune, and after episode 67 came out and ira mentioned a ship that wasn’t available for public use until 1899 on the discord we were trying to do mental gymnastics to make the 2 dates work but then red came on like “please we accidentally grabbed the wrong logo it’s meant to read new York tribune not New York daily tribune its fixed now we fixed it please” and then a few days later they streamed doing this piece

Anyway, ira talks about the oceanic, which was “the finest ocean liner in the world” the *largest ocean liner in the world* until 1901

The RMS oceanic had its maiden voyage in September of 1899, at the beginning of fall. Annabel says she arrived in New York a fortnight before meeting Lenore, presumably during the spring. Annabel arrives at lenores house in april/may of 1900, spends six months there, and then leaves around the fall, probably somewhere around September or October. Lenore then spends a few months doing her thing and then arrives at her family’s home in either December 1900 or January 1901, during the winter. HERES where it gets interesting. We can assume that Annabel died in the cold, from her spectres chilling atmosphere and all together appearance of corpse in a freezer. She even has frostbite on her fingers and toes, as well as snowflake like glitter in her veil. We can also assume she died on her wedding day, the way she wears her rings on different hands and her wedding dress in spectre form. So if she died in the cold and on her wedding day, then when was her wedding, and how could it be in winter?

heres my 2 theories

1. Lenore beats Annabel at chess just for funsies fairly quickly after arriving, then they try to elope and get caught by their dads

2. Lenore courts Annabel, wins her hand, and they get engaged. Since engagements usually lasted around 6 months to 2 years, their engagement could have been anywhere from however long it takes Lenore to win at chess to December 1901. If their wedding day was in November/December, that means Lenore got away with pretending to be a man for a whole YEAR and they spent that year just being gay and shit/doing schemes.

I personally like option 2 more bc its just sadder that they did get away w it for a while then ultimately got caught - it would also explain why Annabel is just SO into Lenore, if all she remembers is that year they spent being all sneaky and gay and shit, it would explain how she’s just used to flirting and holding onto Lenore in secret. It would also explain why Annabel assumes Lenore is up to scheming at nevermore. if they eloped a few weeks after they reunited it would still be like yeah that makes sense they are such u haul lesbians, but them becoming sneaky codependent gays ripped from each other on their wedding day just hurts more and makes more sense time/character wise

Duke - 1912, maybe even 1912 specifically, idk

Duke has a coin that’s dated to 1912, and Eulalie says it looks brand new. There’s been arguments about wether or not the coin is actually newly minted, but I don’t think we can say for sure. It might not matter either way- I have a theory that the suit cases the students carry aren’t actually random personal items of interest, but a suitcase they packed right before a pivotal event in their lives. Perhaps Duke does have newly minted coins in his suitcase, but he didn’t actually die in 1912. Also! Duke is implied to be a Houdini like figure, so I imagine he’s not later than the 20s.

Pluto - 1914 ish

Plutos spectre wears a British ww1 military uniform, its debated wether or not the jacket was his dads or his, but regardless he couldn’t have died earlier than 1914. Pluto is named after the cat in the short story called The Black Cat by Edgar Allan poe. In the story a cat named Pluto gets its eye slashed out by its drunken owner, eventually getting hung from a tree by the man. Theres obvious references to the story in Plutos design and shit overall, when he manifests a belt snaps around his neck implying he died from strangulation, his spectre has like, a pluming collar/leash of smoke around its neck, his spectre looks like it’s made of ash kinda (someone described him as a burnt rabbit to me once) which is probably a reference to the part in the story where the man’s house burns down, only 1 wall remaining erect, with the image of a black cat scorched into it. Plutos eye is covered by his hair, he walks into a door frame, he’s got spectre abilities called “blink” and “evil eye” so w Pluto until we get more info it’s no earlier than 1914 if you subscribe to the Pluto went to war theory or no earlier than like, say the 20s? if you subscribe to the Plutos dad was a vet theory

Berenice - 1920s

Shes a flapper, cmon. shes from the 1920s. Look at her. We already know she was run over by a cop car after running from some guy, and I tried to look into where the cop car was from but i didn’t have much luck. mostly just confirmed the era, when I searched cop cars of the 1920s pretty similar images to the one that killed bee show up. A few others I think have looked into it more? but im not completely sure. There’s been a lot of theories about where Berenice is from, I’ve seen Louisiana, Chicago, Harlem (Harlem renaissance specifically) but there’s not a lot of conclusive info about Berenice. we know her pearls were real, in the way they scattered, so she had so have some means of affording them. Pearls are held together on a string, but only real pearls have pieces of metal between the pearls to keep them from rubbing against each other. Bees pearls scatter in long strings, not completely all over the place like fake pearls without that structure would.

Eulalie - 1935

The song Eula sings in her death flashback is a Japanese lullaby that was rediscovered in 1935. Its a popular theory that Eulalies death was a hate crime, a fire started because of hate towards Japanese Americans during ww2. She probably died in the forties in america, I don’t think she died in Hiroshima or Nagasaki, the fire that killed her isnt how atomic bombs would have killed her. The kid she sings to asks if someone started the fire on purpose, so imo it was likely a hate crime.

Morella - 1950s - 70s??

Okay so, Morella. we know the least about her. with will we can guess that he was lower class and stuff, but all we know abt Morella is that she’s Irish. Shepards pie and Guinness is pretty timeless. The reason I say 50s to 70s is bc according to Remigoesinsane the clasp to her locket started to be used around that time! that’s all I have on her tbh, a theory of mine is that she died in a factory accident trying to save someone when the machinery went crazy, but that’s mostly it.

Ada - 1930s

Ada’s clothes in her death flashback match those worn by maids in the 1930s, and the lingerie she wears in the manor also matches lingerie worn in the 30s. It would also make sense for Ada’s character to be from the 30s. That decade was called the “somber thirties” bc of how fucked up the economy was after the stock market crash. It was a major time of economic disparity, and Ada’s obsession with trying to seem upper class elite could stem from not having much when she died. She probably sees nevermore as a blank slate, a place where people will see her as more than just “the help” would also make sense that the man that killed her was a rich guy using his power to take advantage of her and get away with the crime. Especially since the poem, Tamerlane, was from the pov of a rich guy lamenting a relationship he had with a lower class girl named Ada.

Prospero ✨

PROSPERO! prospero drinks espresso with his chosen last meal, which was invented in 1901. I think he died from tuberculosis. For a long time a major cause of death has been tuberculosis. So much so that Victorians made it a beauty standard. A major inspiration of Poe himself was tuberculosis, in the masque of red death, along with the grief he was left with after his wife died from it. It rots your lungs, makes you cough up your bloodied respiratory system until you suffocate in it. In the maze, prospero says he felt queasy, like something was crawling under his skin when he died. When prospero cuts his hand, he says he’s going to be sick, and tells Annabel that he’s afraid of blood. (Probably specifically his own blood bc u know he was feeding people to rats like minutes before that) This, coupled with the imagery of blood pouring out from his plague mask when he says the “queasy, like something was crawling under my skin” line, makes me think his death involved a lot of blood! And as I said before tuberculosis was like really gross and bloody and gory. Furthermore, this quote from the writer is SO interesting

In the poem prosperos namesake is in, the masque of red death, the prince prospero, hiding and ignoring a sickness ravaging his country, decides to host a huge party! Everyone’s having a grand old time, the festivities only pausing when the clock strikes, leaving everyone in a dread filled silence, the party picking up almost immediately after and brushing it off. Eventually the plague does get in though and kill them all because they ignored the feeling of dread.

The prince and the party goers die because the prince is blissfully and willfully ignorant of the disease. Bc their hubris didn’t allow them to see the threat of it. Nevermores prospero, however, is obsessed with staying healthy/hygienic as possible. He wears his gloves even when he eats, hates being touched, almost throws up when he cuts his hand. He hallucinates a thousand dirty hands grabbing him and trying to perform an operation on him with disgusting germy tools. He sees the hand he cut amputated, imagining that the wound got so infected that it had to be removed. He stares in horror at his hand before Ada even makes eye contact with him. My theory is Prospero grew up hearing terrible stories of people dying from infection, disease. He heard of people slowly drowning in their own blood. He decided to take every precaution, he simply wouldn’t allow that to be his fate. After Ada attacks him he tells Annabel “you must think me neurotic” for being so upset over the blood on his hand. This feels, so specific and intentional to me. Not just because Annabel dealt with her anxiety and her dad treating her panic attacks like he did, and this is a whole “omg look they’re bonding” moment, but bc, immediately after he tries to assure her that “im not, you know, im perfectly sane” like shit like this has happened before, where ppl called him neurotic for being that sick at the sight of his own blood, or that obsessed with hygiene. The irony being that, he spent his life obsessing over staying healthy, so much so that people called him neurotic, only to die that slow gory death anyway.

That whole, prospero dying from tb tangent aside tho, how it correlates to the time of his death. He probably died in the early 1900s, the earliest being 1901-1906ish, bc again, that’s when espresso started gaining popularity. My guess is he died around the 20s, ik the tb vaccine came out around the 20s, but people still died of it after and are still dying/contracting it today, and in the 20s there were a lot of Italians emigrating to America, and prospero is so aggressively Italian American (eating espresso and cannoli with chocolate chips for his last meal) that it’d make sense. So woo!

Monty - 1910s

Monty is a cowwwwboyyyyyy. The Wild West pretty much tapered out around the early 1900s. He can’t be that recent. He also mentions calamity Jane so that definitely puts him past the 1800s. He seemed to have a pretty wild life, kicked in the head by a horse, tooth knocked out by a human, tied to train tracks and left for dead after calling the pastors daughter loose. crazy guy crazy time

Will ???

Will is so plain i cannot get a read on where hes from im sorry

obligatory thank you for making it to the end, I barely made it myself, this was sitting in my drafts for weeks before I decided to just get it over with. <<333

#nevermore webtoon #lenore nevermore #annabel lee nevermore #white raven #ada nevermore #duke nevermore #morella nevermore #prospero nevermore #berenice nevermore #will nevermore #pluto nevermore #eulalie nevermore

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have-you-been-here · 6 months ago

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The Whaling Museum

Cold Spring Harbor, NY, USA

#have you been here #poll #usa

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aryburn-trains · 11 months ago

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Conrail FL9 5039 heads up a Poughkeepsie to Croton-Harmon shuttle southbound along the Hudson at Cold Spring, NY. The FL9/coach/coach/FL9 set represented the standard off peak consist at the time. Conrail was the contract operator of this service with Metro North still in the future. July 3, 1978

#commuter train #cr #conrail #mta #metropolitan transportation authority #1978 #new york city #trains #passenger train #history #cold spring #new york

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bitbybitwrites · 1 year ago

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WIP ASK ME GAME

I was tagged by @wordsofhoneydew and @itsmaybitheway. Thank you so much for thinking of me! Sorry for the delay - it took me longer than usual to think of descriptions of all the WIP I've got in the works 😂

So here are some Klaine and RWRB fics I'm working on that anyone can feel free to ask me about if you'd like:)

A long WIP list can be found under the break!

***P.S. I'll keep updating this as I keep cranking out WIP/ finishing fics. 😉

**LIST UPDATED - 1/31/25

Partially published WIP:

(Klaine) If I Can Make Your Heart My Home - (Klaine Reverse Bang 2023) Life in New York City and working in the restaurant industry wasn’t exactly what Kurt Hummel had expected it would be. He’s lonely, stressed out and miserable. He’s almost ready to throw in the towel and return home to Ohio when a chance meeting with a musician in Central Park changes everything. (Warning: an angsty rollercoaster of a ride. Soooo many cameos from Glee characters! 😉)

(RWRB) Puppy Love - (RWRB NYE gift exchange 2023) The cold snowy day that Henry Fox discovers an abandoned beagle puppy in an alley brings handsome, flirty veterinarian, Alex Claremont-Diaz into his life. Alex is a single dad, recently moved to NY with his young son who Henry hasn't met yet - or so Alex thought. (Fluffy kid!fic)

(Klaine) Sanctuary - (Klaine Word Scramble 2023) Crown Prince Blaine has stumbled into a secluded glade, trying to escape the horrors of the bloody war his father had brought upon their kingdom. Mourning his beloved older brother and faced with the burden of taking his place in the kingdom, Blaine yearns for a place to hid from the world to deal with the issues weighing on his heavy heart. He encounters a mysterious elf, the guardian of the magical spring that Blaine has mistakenly defiled, whose growing connection to his life the young prince can't ignore. (Inspired by an idea/ artwork by @datshitrandom and @justgleekout)

(Klaine) missed connecitons - (Klaine Secret Santa 2024)

It is 1893. Vogue Magazine is in its second year of publication.

One of its most popular writers, Kurt Hummel, is both worshipped and feared by his readers - his ability to cut down or to uplift those yearning for social acceptance and acknowledgment rivals the influence that even those of the illustrious Four Hundred had.

When Kurt is assigned a new illustrator for his column, he is not pleased. In fact, he despises Blaine Anderson on sight. How could he not, after how their previous first encounter had ended . . .

Not published yet WIP :

(these are in various states of readiness: some outlined, some partially written, some still in the brainstorming/research phase)

(RWRB) I approach, and I withdraw (tentative title) - Historical fic - Alejandro Diaz was still a boy when he followed his father into the thick of the fight for Mexico's independence. A series of unfortunate events, however, led him and his family to flee his home and to adopt new identities for their own safety. Years later, after he finds himself well ensconced in his new life as an attaché to the office of the new American ambassador to England, Alexander Claremont soon finds his past catching up to him. (Inspired by these historical paintings by @stormtrooperjeff17004 as well as artwork from @artofobsession seen here and here.)

(RWRB) Shaken, Not Stirred (Spy!AU) - CIA Officer Alex Claremont Diaz is not new to working on joint operations with other foreign agencies. He does it often and he does it well, which is why his superior, Zahra Bankston, never hesitates to assign them to him. What he wasn't expecting that morning was to be put on a new assignment with his least favorite MI6 operative, Henry Fox - and that they had to use being a newly married couple as their cover to get the job done. (Inspired by this drawing by @noodles-and-tea )

(Klaine) Cuffed (a D/s and soulmate story and prequel to my first ever fic, Trick or Treat) - - Musician Blaine Anderson has always been lonely sub, yearning for a place to belong and someone to belong to. Kurt Hummel is the an overworked and high in demand designer - a Dom with no time to sit and relax and focus on what his needs are. When an old friend hires Kurt to revamp his new club, Kurt's life becomes intertwined with Blaine's in a way neither of them could ignore.

(Klaine) Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weenie (Day 2 /Bikini - Klaine Advent 2023/ PWP) - A casual little fashion critique while the boys are on a well needed vacation, leads to a little outdoor fun. (Set in my Trick or Treat AU)

(RWRB) how ardently i admire and love you (online auction!AU) - Alex is desperate to find the perfect birthday gift for Henry, and eventually finds himself in an online bidding war for the one unique item that he knows his boyfriend would just adore.

(Klaine) I Know You Wanna Take Me Home (tentative title) (Klaine Valentines Challenge 2024/Pretty Woman!AU) Well established business man, Kurt Hummel never thought he could find anyone of substance among the escorts at Dalton House. But after being convinced to visit the upscale club by his friend, Kurt's mind is quickly changed once he sets his eyes on a beautiful boy in a gilded cage who was up for auction that night.

(Klaine) Untitled Klaine fic (Klaine Advent 2022) - Set in my Klaine superhero AU - Under The Cover of Darkness) Blaine decides to go home with Kurt for the holidays and doesn't make the best first impression with Kurt's parents.

(Klaine) Untitled Klaine fic (Feudal Japan!AU) - based off of novel The Tokaido Road - On a personal mission to avenge the murder of his father, Kurt travels the Tokaido , braving its dangers and interesting characters on the way. As the son of a nobleman, Kurt travels in disguise, unaware that the person who sanctioned his father's murderer has also sent Blaine, a talented and deadly ronin, to find and kill Kurt as well.

(RWRB)- the phantom touch of your hand (tentative title) - (Fantasy/cursed tattoo fic!AU) Two young swordsmen are determined to vanquish a sorcerer who has laid a tragic curse on them both. The problem is, the curse keeps them from being together at the same time, doomed to travel alone, one by day, the other by night - the only reminder of the other being the cursed tattoo burned into their skin.

(Klaine) - Untitled Klaine fic (While You were Sleeping!AU) - Kurt Hummel always wanted to live in NYC - his dreams were to be on Broadway. Being on the Broadway stage that is. Not working on the corner of Broadway and 44th in one of those coffee/food carts parked out on the street. Things for him change the day that Cooper Anderson, Kurt's gorgeous repeat customer whom he secretly fantasizes about, nearly gets hit by a bus. After following him to the hospital, Kurt gets mistaken for being his crush's fiancee which should have been his dream come true - until he meets Cooper's sweet down to earth brother, Blaine.

(Sebklaine) Let you put your hands on me (College threesome AU) - heavily influenced by "one of those movies" - wink, wink . . - Kurt's frustrated ( in more ways than one) and his good friends and new roomates, Blaine and Sebastian, find a way to help him out.

(Klaine/RWRB) - Untitled fic (Scheherazade/ 1001 Arabian Nights !AU) - A lone traveler gets captured by a band of sex slavers in the desert. After being subjected to the horrors of slavery, the young man gets rescued by a desert prince in disguise, chosen to be his sole consort. Every evening, the consort tells his prince a story for him amusement. - planning a series of probably shorts all in the same style. Maybe it'll be a collection to do with other writers? Not sure yet. Might alternate with either Henry/Alex being the Prince and Consort and Blaine/Kurt being the characters in the bedtime tales or vice versa. Or maybe create 2 OC to be the Prince/Consort and have the other four boys be the characters in the shorter stories. I'm assuming it would be alot of mature/explicit shorts - but wouldn't mind a mix of other ratings in between as well.

(RWRB) burn baby burn (magical/fantasy AU) - Based off of this Tumblr prompt - When royalty calls, Alex knows, as a swordsman for hire, that the payout is going to be lucrative. So all he has to do is face a dragon and save a princesss from it and he should be rolling in gold for the next few months. Right? Alex finds out quickly that there is no princess to save. . .but there is a dragon. A dragon named Henry.

(Klaine) Baby Won't You Light My Fire (magical/ fantasy AU) - Based off of this Tumblr prompt- Blaine had assumed his latest quest would be an easy, run-of-the-mill job. Seemed like it was going to be an easy protection detail for the son of a blacksmith. What Blaine soon realizes is that this job was NOT what it said on the tin.

(Klaine) Blood, Sweat and Tears (a mythical/magical/supernatural beings AU ) ( Klainetober 2024) - Blaine Anderson finds out after stumbling into upperclassman Kurt Hummel during a NYADA Halloween party that there is a whole other magical world of beings existing along side everyone else.

(Klaine) It Came Upon A Midnight Clear ( a Nutcracker/ Historical AU) - Inspired by a gorgeous Klaine Secret Santa 2024 gift I recieved from @kurtwarbler. You can see the artwork here. - It is Christmas. Kurt Hummel is still mourning the death of his father when he receives an unexpected gift: a nutcracker passed down from his mother that will lead him on the most amazing adventure.

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@gleefuldarrencrissfan, @onthewaytosomewhere, @sarkyblueeyes, @madas-ahatters-world @rougedraconteur,

@yadivagirl @lilinas, @forabeatofadrum, @kiwiana-writes, @spaceorphan18,

@special-bc-ur-part-of-it, @fallevs @daisyishedwig @annepi-blog @wowbright

@backslashdelta @kurtsascot @coffeegleek @14carrotghoul @rockitmans

@teilo @iboatedhere, @orchidscript @welcometololaland

. . oh hell and anyone else who sees this and wants to share their WIP - go for it!

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Short little stardew valley fic about ny self insert and the 1.6 update~

Footsteps clapped softly against the aincent stone staircase leading up to the tower, an announcement before the door creaked open with the arrival of a man who carried himself like an old friend, who walked across the threshold like the tower was his own.

“You’re back.” Greeted the wizard, not turning from where his fingertips glided across the spines of aincent books. “Welcome.”

“You recognize me?” Asked the monster disguised as a man, an amused tilt to his voice.

“Don’t act surprised.” Gruffed the violet haired man, shooting a glare over his shoulder. “It’s spring again when it was fall yesterday. Your farm is back to its decayed state so I figured you’d be coming to visit soon, though I can’t imagine why.”

“You know I lose their language every time the jump happens.” Smiled the creature, eyeing the green liqued that churned within the cauldron, reaching out to absently run a finger along its rim.

“Then just drink it already, you should know I cant stop you.”

“Always so hostile.” Huffed the man with a click of his tongue as he produced a cup, dipping it into the deep, bubbling broth, entirely unafraid of the burn as the illusion of flesh faded away for a moment among the magic to reveal slender, skeletal claws wrapped tight around the handle of the mug. “You know I mean no harm.”

“Doesn’t make it any less freaky.” We’re in a time loop for fucks sake because of you.”

“Yes but, there’s something different this time, can’t you tell?”

Beady, sapphire eyes that seemed to glow in the dim light of the tower stared ever forward at the wizard as the reaper took a sip from the cup, the fire of the cauldron casting his inhuman shadow against the wall in an eeriee display of grotesque monstrosity that almost felt like a threat.

“Perhaps, perhaps not.” Rasmodius sighed, long and heavy as he rubbed at his temple. “Why should it matter? You’ll just build your farm as you always do before leaving and freezing us, resetting the loop again. Who knows how long it will be in your time? For us its merely a night.”

“Mh, so you don’t know how different it is today. Facinating.” The creature smiled, his cup now empty and cold. “Well, thank you for the translation, as always. I’ll bring you some void essences once I get low enough, as always.”

“A gift for keeping my mouth shut.”

“Oh it matters not if people know the truth. They’ll all just forget again anyways.”

And with that, it left. A mystery of the town and a nightmare for the wizard.

#stardew valley #stardew self insert #stardew wizard #magnus rasmodius #self insert fic #hes so tired of having this eldritch god use his town as a videogame

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