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[missjanjie]

The Greatest Show | Nymphia x Sapphira

Title: The Greatest Show Summary: Nymphia is an anxious new art teacher. Sapphira is a well-established and well-loved history teacher who takes her under her wing. But after an inter-subject project has them spending a lot more time together, even the students take notice of the sparks between them. (this is a commission for @derpyavocado) Word Count: 1707 Relationship(s): Nymphia Wind/Sapphira Cristal Rating: T Commission Info | Past Commissions

“You lucked out this year, Ms. Wind,” Sasha hummed as they rounded the corner, “you couldn’t have gotten a better classroom neighbor,” she said as she brought them both to a halt and gestured to the door that connected her classroom to another. “In the ten years she’s been here, there hasn’t been a single person that’s had a genuinely bad thing to say about Ms. Cristal.”

“Careful, Sasha,” Sapphira chuckled as she leaned against the door frame, “you’re gonna make that sound like a challenge, you’re playing with fire, gassin’ me up like that.”

Nymphia smiled at that, feeling immediately put at ease by Sapphira’s presence. She couldn’t quite explain it, but it felt like there was a calm aura surrounding the history teacher like she would never judge her for asking a ‘dumb’ question or mispronouncing an ‘easy’ word. “Rest assured, I didn’t come here to make enemies, especially not with someone apparently so beloved.” 

“I’ll leave you two to get acquainted,” Sasha hummed and left the two of them in the art studio. 

“Don’t you worry, honey, if any of them kids give you a hard time, you just send them next door and I’ll set them straight. I don’t tolerate the hazing of students, teachers, or anyone else that finds their way into my territory, and if they have to learn the hard way, so be it,” Sapphira assured. “And don’t let Ms. Plane scare you, math teachers are all bark and no bite.”

The new teacher exhaled deeply, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief, realizing then how desperately she needed an ally – a friend – in this new environment. It was her first solo teaching job after receiving her Master’s degree. She’d dealt with a wide array of attitudes and personalities, but this one was utterly refreshing. “You have no idea how much I appreciate it,” she replied earnestly.

She waved it off. “It’s my job, baby. We were all new and wet behind the ears once. And teachers have it rough enough as it is. The best thing we can do is support and uplift each other.”

—

“You got a minute?” Sapphira asked as she let herself into Nymphia’s classroom. “I have an academic proposition for you, an interdisciplinary project, if you will.”

Nymphia looked up from the sink, still holding a handful of paintbrushes with a rainbow of colors splattered up her arms. “Oh?” she tilted her head curiously, quickly rinsing and drying herself off before perching herself on top of her desk. “Do tell, I’ll take any help with lesson planning that I can get.” As far as she was concerned, teaching was the easy part – it was figuring out the whats and the hows that had her up at odd hours of the night.

“I had a feeling,” she chuckled. “The class took a vote on what historical facet they wanted to focus on, and fashion won by an overwhelming majority. So, here’s my thought: Historical Fashion Show. I figure we can let them pick which period, have them type some blurbs on the different clothing items, and then you come in to help them modify whatever pieces they find to fit the look. Once it’s all in place, they can have a runway in the auditorium.” 

Her eyes lit up at the idea, the dark brown glistening with enthusiasm. “Oh my god, that’s genius!” She quickly grabbed her notebook and started scribbling rapidly, fast enough for Sapphira to think smoke was about to come off the pages. “Now, are we focusing on a general fashion era or do they have free range as long as they follow the prompts?”

“Nineteenth century and earlier. The last thing I need is some wiseass asking to borrow some clothes for historical accuracy.” 

“Modern history is its own entity anyway. I want to see these kids try to get more creative than a poodle skirt or zoot suit,” Nymphia assured without looking up from her book. “Oh!” She suddenly set the notebook down and looked back at her. “Do you think we can convince Sasha to let us do a field trip? There’s a thrift shop in the West Village that specializes in costume clothing, there’s always tons of historical stuff marked down.” 

Sapphira grinned in approval and, more subtly, affection. “Looks like I’m not the only genius here. I’ll pitch it to the boss after my extra-help session.”

—

Luckily, Sasha decided to give the teaching duo carte blanche for whatever they wanted to do for the project, even making sure they secured the auditorium for the fashion show. She had even suggested taking pictures of the process and the show to submit to the yearbook. 

“Can I please, please, please be in charge of taking the pictures? I’m already in Yearbook so it’s basically saving you guys a step!” Dawn asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet, her myriad of earrings jingling from the movement. 

Sapphira laughed, just happy that her students were this excited for the project. “Sure thing, but if you come back with fifty photos of Amanda, you’re getting a zero.” 

“It’s okay, I know how to ‘diversify my portfolio’,” she assured, adding, “I’ll make sure to get a nice shot of Ms. Wind for your desk,” with a wink.

She pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head. “Chile, if you don’t get out of my field of vision and on that damn bus before I count to three–” But Dawn had scurried away before she could finish her threat, let alone begin the countdown. 

Once the students had taken their seats and everyone was present and accounted for, the bus pulled out of the parking lot, allowing the teachers a moment to breathe. “Do you think we should’ve put a spending limit?” Nymphia asked, “you know, so the kids with fewer resources aren’t at a disadvantage? I mean, I plan on buying some pieces too, to help fill in the blanks, but I didn’t consider it.”

Sapphira smiled fondly and gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “I love how much you care for these kids, but what it comes down to is how well they executed the assignment. They could buy all the crap they want, but no one gets away with bullshitting a project on my watch.” 

Nymphia was instantly relaxed by her touch, taking a deep breath to calm down further. “You’re right, as always.”

—

“No, listen, guys,” Plasma insisted, “we can totally figure out how to play matchmaker without them realizing it’s us.”

Amanda and Dawn exchanged doubtful glances before looking back at their friend. “And how, exactly, do you suggest we do that? You know no one has gotten on Ms. Cristal’s bad side and lived to tell the tale,” Amanda warned. 

“I haven’t gotten that far,” she admitted. 

Dawn couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, a positive attitude gets us… somewhere, probably.”

Before the trio could further develop their inevitably half-baked scheme, the bell rang, signaling the end of the first period. Since it was the day of the fashion show, the following three periods would be spent in the auditorium, and they were quick to make their way into Nymphia’s classroom to get their garments, doing a theatre-style quick change that Plasma had taught them, so they didn’t have to cram into the bathroom with the rest of the girls. 

“Wow, you guys look incredible,” Nymphia praised as she carefully took out the rest of the garments – some students had taken them home and brought them in, but she’d kept guard of the rest. 

“You know who else looks incredible?”

“Subtlety, Plasma,” Dawn chastised. 

Nymphia arched her brow, but let it go in favor of setting up, eventually ending up in the auditorium with Sapphira and forty uniquely dressed twelfth graders. 

“Okay, let’s run through the plan one last time,” Sapphira said into the microphone, “we’re doing alphabetical order both times, first my class, then Nymphia’s. Y’all are gonna line up ten at a time, walk from one end of the stage to the other, then to the mic where you’ll read your blurb. If I hear any rude comments, you’re getting thrown out and ten points off of your grade for the project. Have I made myself clear?” 

After a chorus of “Yes, Ms. Cristal,” the first set of students lined up, and the rest sat in the audience.

“These are all rather impressive,” Sapphira remarked, the two of them a few rows back from the students so they could take notes uninterrupted. “How much help did you give them on the tailoring and stuff?”

“Honestly, I just made sure everything fit them properly. We’ve got a talented group of kids. Though I think a lot of them are just trying to impress their favorite teacher,” she mused with a wink.

She laughed, “Who, me or you?” 

Nymphia rolled her eyes and shook her head fondly. “Oh, don’t play coy, Ms. Teacher of the Year. You’re like the patron saint of students.”

Sapphira quirked a brow. “Are you even Christian?”

“No, but my point remains.” 

Sapphira gazed at her softly, glancing back at the stage when the next student began speaking. “You’re selling yourself short, Nymphia. You’re as wildly talented of a teacher as you are an artist. Not a lot of first-years get as warm of a reception as you, and it’s not just because they’re scared of me.” 

Nymphia blushed and looked down at her notebook. “Well, I still consider you my guardian angel… Is that a Christian thing, too?”

“Yes,” she chuckled before focusing back on the show, the entirety of which went off without a hitch. She waited until the students dispersed to get changed into their regular clothes before turning to her fellow teacher. “Forgive me if I’m being too forward, but would you like to get drinks or something tonight? Celebrate a successful project before a weekend of tedious grading?”

Her eyes lit up and a broad smile spread across her face. “I would love that.”

Amanda, Dawn, and Plasma peered over the back row of seats, cheering as quietly as they could. Sure, they couldn’t take credit for the date, but they still considered it to be a mission accomplished.

[brokenharlem]

Welcome to the Anniversary Tour! Your one shot to see iconic Ru Girls from every season back together! Where will it lead? Well, it looks like it's leading to love, career rejuvenation via new seasons of Drag Race, fighting The Man, and a whole lotta strife.

You ready? You guys having a good time? Great, great, please welcome to the stage:

"Trixya Coming to Terms with Their Feelings" up first.

Then "Shalaska Finding Their Back to Each Other" after her! Stick around for Shalaska's second and third acts: a Heroes vs Villains season and the beginning of a WoW takedown!

To round us out, we'll have "Violet's Search for Love at Fashion week"!

(Five fics: one Trixya, three Shalaska, and one Violet.)

[roxy206]

prompt idea for you! One where one of them dreams about the other. Take this wherever you want to go. but one thought I had was telling the other about the crazy dream they had, but struggling to omit the part where they held hands the whole time… or kissed… etc.

Trixie had made his way downstairs, his phone and a graphic novel in hand, after the bunks had grown more than quiet. After the whispered chatter turned to silence and the silence turned to long, deep breaths. It was a sound he had grown accustomed to, not only during tours but long before that — in a trailer in Wisconsin. He never could seem to outgrow the habit, the sound of others sleeping around him signaling that he was in the clear. That he could sneak out, or more often that he could sneak in, finding comfort finally in a main living space with no eyes over his shoulder.

So night after night, it wasn’t unusual for Trixie to find himself sitting at the table or in one of the lounge seats. Depending on his mood there might be a notebook or spare piece of paper in front of him, a book in his hand, or the glow from his phone screen. Sometimes his eyes might close, the almost undetectable forward motion of the bus lulling him.

That night he had been surprised to find Katya in one of the seats as he shut the door behind him.

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[winderlylandchime]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @lostcol and @madsworld15 thank you friends!

How many works do you have on ao3? 49

What's your total ao3 word count? 505,173

What fandoms do you write for? Currently Queer As Folk. In the past I've also written for CMBYN and CMBYN RPF.

Top five fics by kudos:

tied to a night they never met (CMBYN RPF)

I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules (CMBYN RPF)

Flo's Shows (CMBYN RPF)

you're like a tattoo (something I can't undo) (QAF)

'cause all I'll ever by is your dirty computer (CMBYN RPF)

Do you respond to comments? I do. Especially because I write for a smaller fandom, most of the commenters are my friends.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Ya girl wrote MCD so that's pretty angsty: love is so short (forgetting is so long) (QAF)

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most of my recent fics have happy endings (usually at a party, call it my signature move). I'll link carried me with you (QAF) because people said the ending made them cry (in a happy way). And it's not at a party!

Do you get hate on fics? Not hate but some people were unhappy with I crossed all the lines (linked above) because I left the couple non-monogamous and I got negative comments in the bookmark of my series Exposure (QAF) because it is similar to a friend's series (never mind me mentioning her by name in my author's notes and having her blessing and encouragement to write the series) and because it has an open ending (not with regards to the couple but with regards mental health stuff... which is realistic)

Do you write smut? Yes. I enjoy reading it so I figure I should write what I enjoy. One of the drawbacks of writing in a small fandom where so many of my readers are friends is that I do sometimes hold back on the smutty filth I would write because I can literally picture my readers' faces and that's a bit uncomfortable.

Craziest crossover: I'm writing a QAF / RPDR crossover fic right now ("writing" in the very loosest definition of the word).

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of.

Have you ever had a fic translated? No, but I would love that. What an honor.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Er. Yes. I wrote [redacted] with [redacted] but then [redacted] happened and yada yada yada my name isn't on that fic anymore. I'm not anti-co-writing. But, I would need to know my co-writer much better in advance if I were to agree to it again in the future.

All time favorite ship? Brian/Justin aka Britin from QAF. I also LOVE reading Aziraphale/Crowley from GO but haven't really written for them (one drabble and one ficlet).

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I've Loved Her in Secret, I've Loved Her Out Loud WILL GET FINISHED (manifesting) soooo not that. And there's a CMBYN RPF fic that is unfinished and will remain that way and I'm okay with that (ie I don't want to finish it)

What are your writing strengths? FEELINGS. My bread and butter.

What are your writing weaknesses? I think I'm getting better at dialogue, I used to really struggle with it. So I'm going to say... plot? That's such a weird thing to say, but I am shit at doing complex plots.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? If it makes sense, do it! Or even words in another language - I know I often slip Italian and Yiddish into conversation here and there if the other language captures a certain je ne sais quoi that english doesn't. (see what I did there?)

First fandom you wrote in? Ya girl was writing Lois/Clark | Superman fic (het fic? by this queer? more likely than you think!) for Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman in the 90s on yahoo listservs.

Favorite fic you've written? I'm very proud of you're like a tattoo (linked above). I'm also proud of beautiful like the darkness between the fireflies some post-canon, modern setting, exes-to-lovers, soft QAF goodness. And I'm also ridiculously happy with Chasing Dragons which is a fanfic of a fanfic but I think stands alone. I feel like I captured the way one of my all-time favorite fic writers writes my all-time favorite characters and I made her ridiculously happy with it and yeah.

I'm no pressure tagging: @sheisraging @bartbarthelme and anyone else who wants to!

[fellshish]

I don't think it's cool to write fics of a real person, no matter how much you think it's not offensive, it still can be offensive. I suggest you take it down..

Thanks for your suggestion! I don’t think it’s “cool”, just funny. Like the rpdr snatch game is rpf, a lot of snl sketches are rpf, etc etc

[georgierre]

tagged by @carronyaflowers ! thank you :D

rules: post the names of the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have wips.

this is the same since the last i've updated this but with more georgierre >:)

manananggal au george

f1ronpa

f1 aa au

f1 simulator

rpdr f1 i think

new and improved britcedes fic

ruszhou genderrrr

britcedes summer camp

eden au lol

eden au bc i have no self control

lagot si pierre kay lewis

eden au whatever

eden au outline

eden au punch

idk that much people so ermmm @butonsilyo @mickbetsch (i forgot ur rpf blog but just respond there) @russilton @thatsmemate @interlvgos !!!

[angelmotifs]

the nature of posting abt rpdr on tumblr is that one of my posts was just liked by an rpdr rpf blog with “minors dni mommy posts about fucky wucky things” in their bio

Erm 😦

[hairup-squareup]

Cupid’s Kiss| Chapter 1: A French Phenomenon

Title: Cupid’s Kiss

Summary: True love is something hard to find. That’s why at Cupid’s Kiss Matchmaking they strive to find you your soulmate and get you your happily ever after, no matter the cost is.

Word count: ~3.3k (this chapter)/~3.3k the whole book

Ships: HallDoll (Jaida Essence Hall/Nicky Doll), Gottlux (GottMik/Olivia Lux), CrystalAvalon (Symone/Gigi Goode/Crystal Methyd), Jankie (Jackie Cox/Jan sport), Rosenali (Rose/ Denali Foxx)

Tw: mentions of death, divorce and rehab

  “Welcome to New York City, The current time is 1:32 am, and the temperature is 19 degrees Celsius for my Europeans on the flight and 66 Fahrenheit for my Americans. Maybe one day you’ll smarten up and use Celsius like the rest of the world.” This sarcastic response from the pilot brought a chuckle and smile to Nicky’s face, as she packed up her sketchbook into her carry-on. With a sigh, she sat back waiting for the rest of the plane to disembark.

  “Is she ever going to get off the fucking plane!” Mik rested his head on the handrail, pouting like some little kid. He kept watching as person after person left the arrivals gate and reconnected with their people. WHY WAS NICKY TAKING FOREVER?!

  “Well so you don’t die of boredom Mik, She just arrived at security.” Brooke looked up from her phone at the young boy sitting in front of her on the ground. She let out a soft laugh before sitting down beside him, “ Raja and Liv are probably on their way back with coffees.” Brooke smiled as she spun the young boy’s hair in her fingers. 

  “Why did I have to come again? I am an adult.” Mik huffed as he looked the Canadian in the eyes. Brooke gave him a slight shove before standing up and going back to the bench she was on, Mik following a few steps behind.

  “Because last time Raja and I went to go pick up an associate, We came back to the office a wreck and you and Olivia half-naked.” Brooke didn’t look up from the email she was writing. Mik opened his mouth to go say something but closed it realizing that Brooke had a point. Though he did love his girlfriend a lot, the two just had miraculous bad timing. 

  And Speaking of said girlfriend coming around the corner emerged the perky auburn-haired girl Brooke had mentioned, along with Brooke’s tired silver-haired business partner. Raja smirked handing Brooke one of the two coffees in her hand. “Remind me not to let you bring people in from out of the country again.”

  “Didn’t you tell Manila that when she put my name on the table?”

  “Yes, But you weren’t over seven hours away. Plus I brought you on as a replacement when Manila left anyways.” Raja smirked looking at Brooke, who was still focused on her phone. “As well as the fact you are so much better at the finance stuff than me.”

  This caused Brooke to look up from her phone, kind of puzzled. “That’s because I am one of the few people you’ve hired that can actually do fucking math. If you didn’t have me you would probably be running around hooking people up for fucking free Raja.” She smacked the older woman’s chest as she let out a chuckle.

  “I’ve offered to hook you up multiple times.” Raja smiled as she took a sip of her coffee “I have a 100% success rate, and I can find you the perfect girl. I mean look at the two down here.” She motioned to the two making out in front of them. Brooke broke out laughing at the two younger adults in front of her hitting Mik on the back of the head. This didn’t stop the two from making out, it just caused Mik to flip off Brooke.

  “Madame Hytes?” a voice came from the entrance of arrivals causing all four to turn their heads to face the arrival’s gate. Standing there was a blonde thin girl with a bright red shoulder bag tossed over her shoulder. Brooke smiled as she went over to her friend and smiled as she wrapped her arms around the French girl in front of her.

  “Mlle Nicky Doll, je suis content que votre vol se soit bien passé. (Ms. Nicky doll, I am happy your flight was safe.)” Brooke smiled as she took her friend’s hand. The two exchanged a laugh before Nicky handed her suitcase to Brooke.

  “Brooke, dois-je parler la langue de merde (Brooke, do I need to speak the shit language)” Nicky stopped before turning to her friend, who was currently trying to stop herself from laughing too much. She just kept looking at all the people passing her as Brooke was leaning on the suitcase. “Brooke?”

  “Yes. Yes. Nicky, you’ll need to speak English. I am the only one who knows french.” Brooke barely got out before taking a few moments to regain her breath. She adjusted herself turning to Nicky giving her the nod that she was all good to go, linking hands with the French model. Nicky nodded kinda shy to meet the other three at the bench, but willing to follow her friend’s lead. Brooke leaned over right before they reached the trio at the bench and whispered “The younger ones have a lot of energy I’d like to warn you on that.”

  Nicky nodded in response as both Mik and Olivia rushed u like eager puppies to her, they both seemed speechless. “You look amazing!” Olivia’s eyes were like stars at the sight of Nicky, who just smiled and nodded, giving awkward glances back at Brooke.

  “Guys, This is my friend Nicky Doll from Paris. She’s going to be here to help you all out with the love scene.” Brooke smiled at the trio as she stepped aside to showcase her friend.

  “Bonjour. Thank you all for having me, I’ll be happy to work with you all.” Nicky smiled at the group. Raja stepped out from the group to stand in front of Nicky and taking a look at her new hire up and down.

  “Well, Ms. Doll. We are happy to have you join the cupid’s kiss matchmaking family” Raja smiled as she opened her arms to the French model in front of her. A genuine smile appeared on Nicky’s face as she hugged the older woman tight. For once she felt like she belonged.

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  The next morning came like a bullet train. No one in the office was prepared to come into work. “Man people are getting desperate, how can we find matches for some of these?” Gigi entered the office looking at a folder in her hands before sitting down at her desk, sprawling the open folder across her keyboard. “I mean Symone, come take a look at this one.” She motioned for Symone to come and join her at her desk.

  Symone pulled her coffee mug out from under the machine and took her time heading to her childhood best friend’s desk. “Crystal Methyd, what kinda name is that?” Symone chuckled as she rested her chin on Gigi’s head. She flipped through the folder or at least tried to, stumbling on a photo of this said culprit. “No!” Her hand flew to cover her mouth at the sight before her.

  “SHE HAS A MULLET!” Gigi’s jaw was touching the floor at this sight of an androgynous being with a full El DeBarge still mullet giving a quirky smile. Gigi looked the photo up and down. “ I mean they are kinda cute.”

  Symone stopped for a second before looking at her friend, trying to comprehend what she just said, “Gi, you are not falling for the person with the mullet. Are you?”

  “No! I just said they were cute! It’s like the comment you made about Joey last month!”

  “Everyone thought that twink was cute! Well everyone except you, but that’s ‘cause you’re a femme who’s not attracted to other twinks.”

  With that comment, Gigi took the folder and whacked her friend in the stomach. Causing Symone to laugh as she walked away back to the staff room.

  Jaida looked at the other girl as she entered the staff room. “Gigi simping for a client?” She chuckled, handing Symone a sugar packet.  Symone gave a slight sigh before pouring said sugar packet into her coffee.

  “It was going to happen to the best of us. It always does” She smiled looking at the young girl at the desk through the giant glass window. Gigi was still going through the file and seeing if she could find anything on Crystal Methyd. This caused the two in the staff room to simultaneously take sips of their coffee, with soft smiles emerging. “Speaking of love, how are you and-”

  “Rock? Didn’t work out. She moved back to San Francisco for work and we both agreed a long-distance relationship wouldn’t be the best for our mental health.  We both agreed to stay friends though!” Jaida smiled at her friend who put a hand on her shoulder.

  “Shall I start adopting you a cat? So you can start your long life as a crazy cat lady?” this exact comment is what made Jaida leave the staff room and go start heading to work.

  Symone chugged the last of her coffee before sitting down at her desk and logging in on her computer. As much as she loved working at a matchmaking office, helping people get their happily ever after, it kinda made her see how lonely she truly is.  Maybe she should put her application in to find someone, that could easily be a solution.

  “Head in the clouds hun?” The sweet voice of Olivia Lux whistled through Symone’s ears breaking her trance. She turned to face her coworker, a smirk on her face as she was met with a naïve joyful smile. “Mik and I picked up donuts before work and I just wanted to offer you one.” Olivia stuck the pink box in her hand out to Symone. 

  Maybe a donut will help clear her head, She smiled as she grabbed a Boston crème out of the box. “Thanks, Liv, I don’t know how you can stay so happy all the time.” Symone chuckled as she took a bite of the donut, turning her focus back up to the girl in front of her.

  “Well I know it’s the fact we’ve got someone new joining the team today.” This exact comment is what caused Symone to almost choke on her donut, as well as catching the attention of the whole office. Everyone flocked to Symone’s desk like a bunch of seagulls around a piece of bread.

  “Someone new?” Jackie emerged from her executive office, approaching the small group that’s now crowded around Symone’s desk “Raja didn’t say anything about someone new.”

  “Well, Raja, Mik, Brooke, and I picked her up from the airport last night or this morning. Time is very confusing.”  Olivia looked around at everyone surrounding her. “Donut?” She lifted the box, offering it to those around her.

  Everyone started whispering about the new hire; it was rare to get a new hire at Cupid’s Kiss, so everyone was naturally curious. Olivia turned to Mik, who gave her an encouraging thumbs-up. “All I know is her name is Nicky and she’s from France.” 

  “She’s like a model, some friend of Brooke,” Mik spoke up to be the focus off of his girlfriend. 

  “Who’s a model? Cause I don’t remember paying you all to stand around to chat about some model” A voice came from the back of the group causing almost everyone to jump facing the owner of Cupid’s Kiss, Raja Gemini. “Come on guys, we’ve got happily ever after's to make.” She laughed as everyone dispersed from Symone’s desk to their desks or the staff room.

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  “Nicky, we’ll be late.” Brooke reapplied her red lip as she watched the other girl stumble out of the other bathroom in her apartment. She sighed before adjusting Nicky’s cardigan. “I told you that you didn’t have to dress fancy.” 

  “Yes, you did. But I want to make a good impression.” She looked up at the Canadian before reaching over her grabbing the car keys from behind Brooke. Nicky quickly spun around as she left the apartment “come on, I’m driving.”

  “In hell, you aren’t!” Brooke chased after her friend. “You don’t even have your American driver’s license. I’m driving Salope.” She laughed as she motioned for her friend to drop her keys in her hands.

  Reluctantly Nicky hands the jeep’s keys back to Brooke. “I’m surprised you have yours, Chienne.” She huffed as the two entered the elevator.

  “I came here after we graduated from Visages. Worked with the New York City Ballet for three years, that’s where I met Sahara. Then we had an accident in the theatre, which crushed my ankle. And then Sahara’s ex-fiancé got me this job.” Brooke’s tone was kinda embarrassed and serious. She never really felt comfortable talking about ballet with anyone except Nicky, who noticed the posture shift. “ A lot of people died…. I got out lucky. I miss Sahara, I miss Kennedy, I miss all the girls.” 

  The rest of the elevator ride was dead silent. Nicky didn’t know how to respond, she just put a hand on Brooke’s shoulder. “But you’ve got me. And that’s not changing, I promise.” Brooke gave a soft smile to her friend, Nicky surprisingly knew what to say to make her feel better.

  She chuckled as Nicky squeezed her hand letting her know it was okay. “That comment isn’t going to get me to allow you to drive my car.” She laughed as they entered the parkade 

  “Va te faire foutre, connasse (Fuck you, bitch)” Nicky smiled as she flipped Brooke off, chasing her to the jeep.

  “You know you Europeans drive on the wrong side of the road!”

  “And? You Americans use the wrong temperature.”

  “I’m Canadian!”

  “You are living in America, so you are American.” Nicky laughed as she watched Brooke start to drive the jeep out of the parkade. She hadn’t felt this relaxed in years, her best friend made her feel like that. 

  The car ride was interesting, definitely not like Paris. Very much a slower and angrier drive, Brooke cursed the taxis around them at least ten times in the first five minutes they were on the road. When Nicky said the car ride was slower than Paris, she meant as slow as a snail in molasses in -40 degrees temperatures. 

  So when traffic came to the 4th stall in ten minutes, she thought it would be a good spot to ask Brooke something. And to possibly stop Brooke from ramming the taxi in front of them. “Brooke?”

  Trying to hide her obvious road rage, Brooke slapped a smile on before turning to her friend in the passenger seat. “Yes, my dear?” Her tone was though still sweet, was still filled with anger.

  “Do you think the others will like me?” This question almost made her laugh. Was Nicky serious? Of course, the others would like her, this group was the most accepting group Brooke knew. She knew for certain they’d like her.

  “Ms. Nicolette Doll,” Nicky cringed at the use of her full first name. Brooke knew only to use it when she was either mad at Nicky or teasing Nicky. “You are a gorgeous French model with a heart of fucking gold. you wish for everyone you meet to succeed, even if you have a fucking hard shell. Trust me, they’ll love you.” She smiled as she cupped Nicky’s face “I mean look at Liv and Mik, they adored you when they first saw you. Hell Raja even let me fly you in just so you could work with us. So if anyone has an issue with you, they can suck my ice-cold Canadian ass.”

  Nicky was almost brought to tears, with how protective her friend was. The words of confidence resonated with her, as a soft smile fell on her face. She was kind of a loss of words so she just squeezed Brooke’s hand, letting her know thank you. Brooke understood the sign and gave a soft squeeze back, “now I gotta make a call, looks like we’re going to be running late because SOMEONE DRIVES SLOWER THAN A MOOSE IN -40 DEGREES IN NUNAVUT!” And with that Brooke went back to cursing out traffic.

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  “Look if we can get the mom in rehab before the trial next month it’ll look like she’s willing to fix herself without any court-mandated therapy.” Lagoona huffed as she tossed two files on her legal partners’ desks. Jan stopped spinning in her to get a look at the papers, she looked up at Lagoona slightly confused.

  “You think she’ll willingly do that?” Jan asked as she flipped through the file, she was meant with a shrug in return. Lagoona was about to open her mouth before she was cut off.

  “It’s the only way she’ll get any form of  fucking custody over the kids.” Rosé said as she entered the main office three coffees in hand, passing them out to the other two girls before sitting down at her desk. “Jan, you’re still in contact with Brita?” She asked with a tone as if she already knew the answer. The brunette nodded still slightly confused, looking between the blonde and redhead.

  “Good, give her a call. I’m sure she and Ms. Widow should be able to take the mom.” Lagoona nodded before starting to type a number in her desk phone as well, “I’ll call the mom. See if she can come down so we can explain the situation. Rosie-“ 

  “I’ll get the paperwork done as usual.” Rosé smiled as she cut her friend off giving a small salute to her friend across the room. The three shared a nod before splitting up to do their separate tasks. 

  Rosé knew the routine, get the paperwork ready for when the client agreed. She had it down to a science at this point, she could almost get it done in 2 minutes, depending on if the printer wanted to jam or not. She quickly logged into the computer and had the file selected ready to click print till her phone scared the shit out of her “Fuck!” She watched as the file started to duplicate and duplicate and duplicate. 

  Begrudgingly she grabbed the phone off the desk placing it on her shoulder and under one ear. So she could fight the computer while taking the phone call. “Bloo Sport and McCorkell family law. Hope to bring a voice to the voiceless, I’m Rosé how can I help you….Brooke, please tell me you didn’t total another taxi….Because it’s happened at least seven times now… don’t you have your boss’s phone number so you can call her yourself?… there’s something called voice mail… NO, I AM NOT GOING OVER TO YOUR SCAM AGENCY!… it is and you know it… throw in an actual picture of a fucking moose this time AND NOT one you found online, then I’ll do it… you owe me Hytes. Bye.” Rosé huffed as she hung up the phone turning to the other two, both very confused by the conversation. 

  “Rosie, everything okay?” Jan tilted her as she approached her friend. She grabbed the chocolates on her desk and placed them on Rosé’s desk before backing away cautiously, almost like she had just placed food in front of a dangerous animal.

  Rosé pulled her head out of her hands locking eyes with Jan, whose smile turned to fear. “Jan, you wanna go across the hall and let them know Brooke and Nicky got stuck in traffic?” Rosé watched as her friend nodded excitedly already writing down what Rosé had said getting ready to leave the office. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  And within seconds Jan was out of the office. Lagoona placed an arm on Rosé’s monitor as they watched the door swing, “you know she just wants an excuse to see the cute girls.” She looked down at the now smirking Rosé.

  “Exactly that’s why I sent her.” She let out a soft laugh before turning back to the blonde beside her. “I’ll get you that paperwork in just a sec”

[puppywritesthings]

Here We Are, Back Again (Frozen in Place)

Here’s that hurt/comfort sequel to that reunion inspired angst.

Title comes from "Stay" from the London Cast Recording of Amelie.

ao3 link

Daya stayed leaning against the door for a while. She wasn’t sure whether it was to keep Jasmine inside or to prevent herself from blowing up at her further. She stayed with her head in her hands, like a frog sitting in a boiling pot of regret. “You’re gonna come out eventually…” She called, only to get a response of more tears.

She knew it was serious when Jasmine didn’t even come outside to feed the cats. Granted, she was still sitting in front of the door, but she couldn’t hear footsteps All she wanted to do was go back in her room and pull a pillow over her head to drown out the cacophonic meowing. “Alright, FINE. If you can’t come out to take care of your cats,” Daya reluctantly stood up and sauntered down the hallway, trudging her feet over to the nearly empty automatic feeder.

“Okay, so... which one of you likes dry food and who likes the canned stuff…” She wondered aloud as she fills one side of the feeder with dry food. She swore she could hear her roommate chastising her from across the house the second she opened it. If you were home more often, you’d know these things, Daya… 

Daya closed her eyes, trying to blink that thought out of her head. “It’d be nice if you told me this before you had your pity party, Jaz…” She grabbed some tuna from the fridge and placed it in both cats’ bowls. “And I’m the one who can’t communicate, Jesus…”

“Screw it, you both are getting Fancy Feast. Merry Christmas.” After opening – and nearly cutting herself on – the cans of wet food, she set the bowls down as she took the near-empty water bowl to refill it, but not before sneaking a treat on top of both Theo and Aveyah’s bowls. “Meow meow, little guys…” She giggled, seeing how they both devoured the food; those cats probably thought Daya was the best person in the world right now, but she couldn’t stay for long. She fell right back down to that regretful state that alcohol could only make worse.

The punk girl sat back outside Jasmine’s room, her head leaning against the door. She could just bash it over and over right there, but she didn’t want her roommate to be more upset than she already had been. If there was one thing she remembered in that moment, it was that sudden loud noises and her roommate didn’t mix.

“I fed the cats… in case you cared.” Daya gently knocked on the door, only for there to be no response. “I gave them both treats... They probably thought I was the second coming of Jesus… Cat Jesus.” She bragged. Still no response. “Jasmine?” She knocked again, silently praying for an answer this time. “Look, I’m sorry, okay?”

Suddenly, a rush of footsteps came towards the door, but it still didn’t open. “Oh. Never thought I’d hear the day the great Daya Betty apologized first.” Jasmine sniffled from the other side.

“You don’t have to rub it in…” She only wondered how her roommate could bite that bad, having cried her eyes out. “Listen… We both said things we didn’t mean. I said more things I didn’t mean, but—”

“At least you’re admitting that much.”

“Is that a yes? A no…”

“I guess it’s a yes if you want it to be.”

Daya couldn’t’ believe what she was hearing, but Jasmine was just coming off from a crying fit. Making coherent sense didn’t exactly come easy. “Why can’t you just take my fucking apology at face value? What do I have to do to get you to forgive me? Do I have to kiss at your feet or… I don’t know, buy you a smoothie?” She lightly banged her head against the door as she realized she was sounding desperate seeking forgiveness from someone she didn’t deserve. “Two smoothies?”

“You really don’t have to do anything like that,” Jasmine reassured. “Just… stay where you are.” It seemed like her request was ignored because before she knew it, she felt the door handle jiggling. “No! Don’t come in… but don’t leave…”

Daya tried to stand up but wasn’t given much of a choice to do so. Her attempt to one-up her roommate resulted in both cats falling in love with her and cuddling in her lap when she wasn’t looking. She should have been able to tell from their claws digging into her ripped denim, but it was still a shock. “Not like I can leave anyway…” She tried to laugh off the situation. “I’m stuck.”

“No no no… I like you right there.” It didn’t seem like that much of a request, but Jasmine knew what that would to. If Daya opened the door, this process would start all over again. Sure, she had good intentions, but Jasmine knew how this would go.

It was Zeno’s paradox. The closer either of them would try to get, the closer they would get to a halfway point. Jasmine spent so much of her life taking half of half and halving that in attempts to get closer, but it never worked. The more she tried, the less she felt like she made progress. 

“It…” Jasmine stammered, trying to still blink back tears. “I don't know if making much sense, but it feels like I don’t know anything about you! I’ve known you for so long, yet… we’re practically strangers.”

“Well, let’s start now. Hi, my name is Daya Elisabeth Methyd, but I go by Daya Betty because that sounds better and fits on a business card. Yes, I have the same middle name as my sister because my parents were lazy and thought they were being funny. I’m studying music, specifically recording and production, so I could both perform and produce my own shit. My favorite color is yellow, and I once downed pickle juice like a shot.”

“I knew all that!” That was a half-truth. It took her a bit to realize that Betty came from Elisabeth. “But if you wanna play like that, Hi. I’m Jasmine like the princess, Rose like the flower, Kennedie—”

“Like the president?”

“No!”

“Well, I’ll tell you something you probably don’t know,” She tried to think of something to one-up Jasmine, twiddling her foot in a way to not shake Theodore off. “Daya’s… short for Diane.”

“So, you’re Diane Elisabeth Methyd…”

“Don’t you fucking laugh!”

“I’m not laughing!” Jasmine said, trying to hold back her laughter.

Daya could just feel the blonde smirking from the other side of the door. “Not even Bosco knows about this. There, are you happy?”

“Glad.”

For the next few minutes, the two of them just talked: something that they were naturals at. Daya wouldn’t admit it, but she was about as much of a chatterbox as the girl she complained so much about. When they stopped, she gently scooped the cats into her arms and gently knocked on the door with a free enough elbow.

After taking a few deep breaths, Jasmine slowly turned the door handle as she made direct eye contact with Daya.

“May I come in?” The scene kid asked, gently placing the cats down. They scampered around the room, unbothered by any of the conversation. There were more important things on their minds. For a moment, the only things that made noise were the lightning-fast movement of furry blurs.  “Are… we okay?” Daya broke the silence.

"You know what?" Jasmine gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a hug and, by extension, the room. She could just continue to cry into her closer friend’s chest. Just to let everything out… be as vulnerable as she could.

“I think we’re gonna be fine.”

[brokenharlem]

ugh, i can't believe i'm overly attached to my oc. i never care about ocs in my fics. BUT HERE WE ARE.

(do you read drag race fanfic want to swoon over claude, too? do you think violet deserves love? here.)

[roxy206]

Could you write something with them at an amusement park pls🥺 the thought was inspired by the events of todayyyy and the fact that trixie missed the first time she was supposed to go to an amusement park together

This prompt from April was the perfect thing to pair with Trixie’s birthday

“Get in, loser, we’re going to the amusement park,” Katya called out of the open passenger window as he came to a stop.

“What, are you trying to be a cool mom, not a regular mom?” Trixie asked as he opened the door, eyes rolling at the sight of the grin on Katya’s face. Turning, he tucked his bag into the backseat. “Weren’t you already out of college when that fil-um came out?”

“Are you insinuating that I’m old?” Katya swatted at Trixie’s arm as Trixie righted himself, searching for the seatbelt.

“No, bitch, I’m telling you that you’re old.”

read on ao3 | The Playlist

[chaoskatya]

Chamomiles, Chrysanthemums, and Everything In Between

read on AO3 here “Nu uh. You don’t deserve this. ‘Sides, it was totally half melted from how long you were spacing out there. What’s on your mind, girl?” “Nothing! I’m just. Distracted, that’s all,” Gigi sighs, and can't help but flicker her eyes out towards Wallflower’s storefront. Jaida doesn’t miss it. She follows Gigi’s eyes out the window, and raises her eyebrows in understanding. “Mmhm… I’m sure you are,” she smirks and walks away, sipping Gigi’s coffee loudly for punctuation, “Make sure you finish your orders for pickup today before you chase your french fantasy, ma cheri.” In which Gigi's a florist, and she'd like to think she usually has a pretty good head on her shoulders. That is until a new tattoo artist starts shifts in the studio opposite and well, now Gigi's not quite sure what's going on with herself anymore. Everyone else seems to know, but Gigi sure doesn't.

[rosenallies]

my sin, my soul ch6

A collection of one shots and drabbles from the ‘light of my life, fire of my loins’ universe.

Ch 6: like a cupcake

That one time in the shower but make it lesbians.

Link to all chapters.

🌸🌸

[fannyatrollop]

Big Fat Fic Review: Galactica

Hello, my name is Nya and I have something to say. I love to talk and have been wanting to do fic reviews, like my friend and inspiration @lulufeca. Seriously, this girl is a saint among us, she reads and reviews almost everything. She’s even done some of my work!

I have a couple of things to clarify before I get to my first victim, which is Galactica by @theartificialdane and @veronicasanders. I very much have it in me to tear things apart wantonly and just be a huge bitch, I’m a very fussy reader and an even fussier writer. That being said, I won’t be indulging in that kind of behaviour here. If I truly hate something, I won’t bother writing multiple paragraphs of it. I think that anyone who can take a fic from beginning to end has, at the very least, a good first draft that can be improved with some extra love and care. And it’s so much easier to pick on others than it is to actually write. Before I started writing my own stuff, I would say that even the shittiest fanfic author is doing something my hoity-toity self can’t manage: sitting down and bringing a vision to life. It wasn’t until very recently that I could say I was doing that much.

Also I must stress that I hold my own ass to a very high standard when it comes to writing. I keep editing even after I post chapters. I recently did a pretty thorough edit of a something I posted several months ago because I lay awake at night thinking it could be better. Not everyone is like this, and we’re all here for fun, but this is the perspective I bring to my critiques.

Now, let’s talk Galactica. Specifically, the main story, I have not really read the follow ups.

(I will add a cut when I get in my laptop.)

My overall impression, and the hill I will die on if I have my way, is that this story ought to get the Fifty Shades treatment so it can become the shlocky TV drama it deserves to be. It would be perfection on the screen, right at home with the likes of Dynasty and Sex and the City. The clothes alone sell it for me. It’s long enough that you can mine a few seasons out of the main story, perfect for American television.

There are many things about the fic that didn’t work for me, but even factoring those in I remained firm in the opinion that if it was possible to make it so, adapting the story into a visual medium would really make it shine. I was very impressed by the knowledge of fashion in this story, the way it read like it was written by someone with a lot of knowledge about the world they’d set it in. Seriously, can you imagine the costumes? And being able to actually see Violet’s painstakingly hand beaded garments after watching her greet dawns working on them? I’d tune the fuck in, that I would.

For me, though, the biggest area of work would be editing. I read it on ao3 and there are parts where I would advise the authors to do a wee read through and look for chapters where they’ve accidentally repeated entire scenes while chopping it up from its original format. (I’m aware that it was longer on Tumblr chapters-wise, and have no idea how it was divided up here exactly.) The million characters and plotlines give us a lot to enjoy in this world, but it’s my personal opinion that the camera had a tendency to linger a bit too long on players that weren’t as compelling. It starts stronger than it ends in this sense; the first chapters were a bit more focused, the line between “lead” and “supporting” more clearly drawn. That being said there’s a scene where characters with bit parts talk about feeling like they’re extras in someone else’s story… clever move.

Also about the ending… I like where it ended, it shows a great narrative instinct, but I feel like it dropped off a cliff a little. It ended, but it raised enough additional drama that I didn’t feel like the story concluded. As a sequel hook, I guess that’s not a terrible way to go about it, but it makes for a weak ending.

Even so, the story had me hooked. I have a lot of respect for the amount of effort and stamina it must have taken to write it. I like the variety of characters that were included, and even though some of the ships weren’t quite to my tastes, I liked the fact that they were there because they were different. I’m always crying out for something different, and Galactica delivered. One of my favourite relationships was the friendship between Betty and Violet. I skipped through a lot of scenes, but if it involved the two of them hanging out I would always read it.

(Victor Hugo saw fit to write at length about the Parisian sewage system and I skipped the fuck outta that, double Dutch.)

Also really loved Trixie and Katya in this. They were the most natural couple for me. I especially loved it when Katya would read textbooks to help Trixie sleep.

I pretty much grew to like… love to hate Raven too. She pissed me off so much at times and could come across as borderline sociopathic but I felt like the narrative knows she cray, which made her a lot of fun. She swung from being a toddler, to a giant bitch, to a saint with such violence that I kept my eyes peeled for what she’d do next.

What kept me hooked, though, was Violet’s professional journey, and all the fashion drama involved. My favourite parts were watching Violet have client meetings for her commissions and just blow them out of the water. I loved the company drama. My favourite part of the later chapters were the little gossip rag; whoever V was gave me everything I needed.

Galactica is one of the most fanficky fanfics I’ve read in recent times. It’s a masterpiece in dedication, and honestly guys, change the names and sell it to the CW. It would be amazing television.

Don’t know where exactly to read it on here, but on ao3 it’s here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/9180625/chapters/20837683

[groovebunker]

Chapter 2: trixie’s a fucking dork

Y’all ready for this? 

It’s got some of your favourite tropes, it’s got a coffeeshop element, Dela out of nowhere, zany librarian Katya, moony Trixie...enjoy!! 

[fulltimehabibti]

just saw a fic premise that were "they were both ladies in waiting to one of henry VIII's wives" and my god that is such a good premise!!!