WIP(s) Update #I
A/N: Hello everybody! As promised, this post is a little peek into what I’ve been working on as of late.
It’ll be divided into two parts: drafts I’ve been intermittently working on from 2022 and earlier (some may be all the way back from 2020 as well, YIKES), and then more recent works that have popped up within the last five to six months.
More under the cut because this got . . . very long.
Old(er) Works/WIP(s) [from 2022 and before]:
Fics I owe/want to give people [three to five in total]
Expansion of AUs Written / Noted
Modern
possible modern AU of Bảo being a gamer as a teenager like some Youtubers, but he’s small-time indie kinda guy
Reversal [within my cast of OCs] (i.e. Apprentice!Bảo and Auntie!Liên)
Celestial Sanctum
Actor AU(?) [at least Lucio’s part]
Apprenticember—DAY(s) II & III (Part II)
Main 6 LI route stories with Apprentice and/or Librarian Lyra
Maybe??? Even??? Librarian Lyra Route???
Expansion on time spent with the various in-laws for both Apprentice / Librarian Lyra and her LI(s)
All Apprentice!Lyras interacting with one another [The Observation Room]
May be a series, or it may be a set of one-shots that interconnect somehow
Finish Devil!Lyra’s Ascension [lucio x apprentice]
OC Backstories
Lyra [slight reboot/rewriting of her past, present and future within the world of The Arcana
Lyra’s extended family
Rồngkarst (village)/Leysương (country) aesthetics [parts of Fantasyland Vietnam]
specific details and whatnot
Sekani/Walt/James/Bảo/Neha
Walterine’s Parents
How Walt is related to Sekani
James’s Parents [two] and Siblings [five of them]
The Banbha [James’s tribe in The South]
The Olde Deer God
Connections / Interactions with the Heart of the Forest
Tarot [Major and/or Minor] Card Associations
Annnnnnnnd just THIS chunk is written out in about 60 or so one sentence ideas in a notebook of mine that I’ll need to break down or combine in order to make any coherence.
[Oof]
WIP(s) [from Jan 2023 to now]:
Ceci and Thomas
Details how they’re connected to Lyra and her family
May or may not tie in with The Observation Room shenanigans
Also Ceci and Thomas’s siren / mermaid / undine(?) background / lineage
More stories about the fan kids
Tarot [Major and/or Minor] Card Associations
Familiars
Whether or not they’re aware of the canon / in-game events that their family and loved ones have gone through.
Whether or not they’re aware of THOMAS’s background as not being entirely human
Pictures of Crochet!Nook [thanks go to @fire-fira for this bit. I’m still overjoyed this could happen]
In Conclusion:
This writer’s brain is very full of ideas and I wish I had more time in the day to work on all of these.
If you made it this far, thank you so, so much for your time and patience to read all of this.
Have a good rest of your day / night!
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Moonflower #12
Masterpost
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It wasn’t like a revel. Kit knew it wouldn’t be, especially after Iris’s brief etiquette lesson, but he didn’t really have anything else to compare it to.
He should really stop comparing human customs to his own.
The music was slow and soft, stringed instruments in the background as people milled about.
Servants in smart black suits carried trays of tall narrow glasses, all full of fizzy wine.
Iris delicately plucked a glass off a tray, but she didn’t take a sip.
“The trick is not to drink,” she whispered with a smile, “but to look like you are.”
She handed him the glass and took another.
“Good evening, your majesty,” greeted a woman in a blue-green dress. Her makeup was garish, in Kit’s opinion.
“Hello, Lady Selina. How is your cousin, Mark? Recovering well?”
Lady Selina tossed her blonde hair a bit, and the twitch of Iris’s mouth told him this was both an annoyance and an amusement.
“Our cousin is doing just fine.”
“Wonderful. Have you met Kit yet?” Iris gestured to him, and Selina’s haughty gaze looked him up and down.
“I haven’t. I’ve just heard rumors. Does it speak?”
“Yes, ma’am, I do,” said Kit, and Iris covered her laugh with a delicate cough.
“How novel,” said Selina to Iris, completely dismissing him. “Speaking of novel, your dress is… interesting. It took me a moment to realize it was meant to be the colors of a sunset. Did your seamstress’s apprentice make it?”
Kit internally bristled. He liked Mira; who was straightforward but not rude with how she ordered him to move and stand. She was kind under her gruffness, and her work was excellent.
Selina was just being difficult.
“Mm, isn’t it lovely? Mira’s work is truly beautiful,” airily replied Iris, deliberately maneuvering around the insults.
“Your dress is so pretty too, ma’am,” said Kit, his voice innocent and his eyes big and dumb. He cocked his head, looking Selina’s outfit up and down. “I didn’t know humans could make faux silk. It surely looks almost like the real thing!”
Selina blinked, bewildered and offended, and Iris smiled with condescension.
Kit was very pleased with himself. He did not say anything untrue (he was unaware if fake silk did exist, but surely it would look real if it did). His words were carefully chosen to clearly appear as an unintentional insult, and Selina fell for it.
“Isn’t he adorable?” Iris playfully ruffled his hair, like he was a particularly cute animal that didn’t know what it was saying. “So sweet.”
“Uh- yes-,” stammered Selina. “So cute. If you’ll excuse me, your grace.”
Selina fled, in as much as slowly walking away could be fleeing, to a group of other nobles. She was flushed, and Kit could hear her whispering to her new companions about the conversation.
“How upset is she?” murmured Iris to him as she waved to a Lord.
“Very,” he whispered back.
Iris smiled, and Kit decided to boldly make fun of Selina.
“Does this look like fake silk to you?” he whined, in a copy of her voice.
Iris glanced over her shoulder, and sure enough, Selina was clutching the fabric of her dress, desperately showing it to another Lady. Her lips moved just out of sync with Kit’s mimicry.
Iris couldn’t help but laugh. “You sound just like her,” she giggled.
Kit smiled. “I can do more, if you like.” As a fae, mimicry came easy to him, and if it made Iris laugh he was happy fool around with it.
“Not here,” she said, still grinning. “But maybe later.”
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Kit was getting used to the rhythm of the party when Mistress sent him over to the dessert table to get her some of the miniature tarts.
Unfortunately for him, a gaggle of young women were interested in chatting.
“Hello,” said one, who looked like she was putting on a brave face. “Are you really a faerie?”
It was an unnecessary question. Anyone who looked at him could see he was not human.
“Yes,” he said, a bit confused.
The girls giggled with each other.
“Can you do magic?” another piped up.
“Uh, yes.” Kit knew what question was coming next, and his mind whirled to list what he could do in his condition that would please them.
The last legs of sunlight still streamed through the nearby windows, amber and glowing.
“Would you like to see?” he offered.
The girls nodded eagerly, and Kit put down the plate he was carrying.
“Just a moment,” he said, watching the beams of light fall.
He shot out a hand to catch a sunbeam, and the girls gasped as the light filled his cupped hands.
Catching a sunbeam was child’s play, but it looked impressive enough to the young women.
They ooh-ed and ahh-ed at the light winding around his hand as he turned the beam over and over in his palm.
“Can I touch it?” asked the brave one, her face in awe.
“It will shatter,” he explained. “They’re delicate. But you can feel how warm it is if you hold your hand above it.”
He held it out to the group, and they took turns feeling the heat and cooing.
“Are you girls having fun?” asked Iris from behind, and the young women turned and curtsied.
“Oh yes,” said one of them, “Kit was showing us magic.”
“Was he?” Iris’s gaze turned on him.
“Um, yes.” Kit let the sunbeam drop and it made a tiny sound like broken glass on the floor as it dispersed.
The girls giggled again, and Kit felt more like the butt of a joke he didn’t understand. An innocent one, probably, but still.
The women walked off together, whispering to each other and laughing, and Iris fondly watched them go.
“I think they were trying to flirt with you,” she said.
“You think so?” He didn’t get that impression, but Kit wasn’t exactly around younger humans often.
Iris shrugged.
Kit handed her the plate of treats he’d picked out for her. “I thought they might be making fun, at the end,” he muttered.
“I doubt it, but maybe.” She took a small bite of a strawberry tart. “I didn’t have many friends when I was a teenager, so I can’t say for sure.” Iris hummed, enjoying the tart. “I'm pretty sure they think you’re cute, though.”
Kit felt weird about a bunch of adolescents finding him attractive. “I’m an adult,” he said. “Isn’t that obvious?”
“Of course it is. It’s just a teenager thing, I suppose. Having crushes on grownups. I wouldn’t think anything of it.”
“As you say, Mistress,” he agreed. He picked up a chocolate tart from the table, tasting it. A faint burn of salt lingered on his tongue, but it felt more like a hint of spice than pain. It paired well with the sweetness and faint bitterness of the dessert.
“At least your magic is coming back, Right?”
Kit hesitated. “Catching sunbeams is barely magic,” he mumbled.
“Oh.”
He didn’t feel tired, which was a good sign.
Maybe… maybe after the party he could practice. Try and push his limit.
Kit ate the rest of the tart, joining Iris back into the crowd.
His magic could surely only get better from here. At least, until winter came again.
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