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[your-local-granny]

So excited to finally share my full piece for the @curtaincallzine!!! I had sosososo much fun making this piece!!! the drama of 3-5 and the drama of Mozart operas, together at last <3

(details/ analysis under the cut!)

This was inspired by the final scene of the 2001 zurich production of don giovanni! the thought was Dahlia (Don Giovanni) being cast into hell by the returned ghost of Mia (the Commendatore)-- it works too well!! Also Don Giovanni/ Dahlia as the seducer is just perfect!

I included the thinker statue because it represents the statue of the Commendatore/ Mia that speaks to Don Giovanni/ Dahlia asking them to repent and then casting them into hell! Mia is on the dinner table because of the dinner table Don Giovanni sets when he defiles the statue which actually works pretty well with the gravy/ dinner that the aa cast had the night of the murder! And the rope bridge was meant to parallel the ladder that Don Giovanni casts himself off of in the Zurich 2001 production

Also!! Not only is evidence from the case falling into the river-- I included paper with the final words of the show written on it!! why??? because I'm insane!!

I never quite nailed down 1-to-1 parallels for the rest of the cast but I always saw Iris as Leporello (servant who got in over their head) and Phoenix and Edgeworth as Donna Anna and Don Ottavio (seeking vengeance for the murder/ boyfriend of the person seeking vengeance). I think Pearls and Godot could work as Zerlina and Donna Elvira but it's more about being tricked than being seduced obv. So i guess that makes Maya..... Masetto? There is also a world in which Maya and Franziska are Zerlina and Masetto if only to make "batti batti" absolutely hysterical djhshdjh. Misty Fey could also work as the Commedatore but I feel like this game as a whole is more about Mia? That's just cause i like her more tho tbh

[waitingondaisies]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 11/11 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger Additional Tags: Female Harry Potter, Female Draco Malfoy, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, Femslash, Enemies to Lovers, Harry Potter was Raised by Other(s), 'others' are jily, Alternate Universe - Dance, Humor, Drama, based on american schools/sports, Oral Sex Series: Part 2 of Non-Hogwarts f/f fics Summary:

When Harry and Draco meet as freshmen in high school, it's enemies at first sight. The intervening years only serve to deepen their divide as they compete against each other—while still performing on the same dance team. Their senior year, they discover, to their mutual displeasure, that they've committed to going to the same college.

Are they doomed to sabotage each other to the end of time, or will a forced duet lead them to finally resolving their differences in the only way that they know how: dance.

[gottlem]

six sentence sunday

we're getting fluffy folks, real fluffy. here's a bit off the treehouse fic, as an apology for the slight rosénali angst (tho, it did come with gottrosé fluff, so don't say i never give u anything)

She doesn’t really know why her friendship with Denali is starting to feel different. All she wants is to spend more and more time with her, and to get to know her even more than she already does. Denali is just her person, she thinks. They’re destined to be friends forever, and Rosé can’t be more grateful for her saving grace. Whenever she feels homesick about Scotland, all she has to do is climb back into their treehouse, give a knock on Denali’s window, and she’s reminded of why she belongs here, why it’s better for her here. She doesn’t remember having someone like Denali back in Scotland.

[snorffle]

Of Nightmares and Good Friends

Don’t mind the godawful title. Here’s a short Ace Attorney fic! It takes place the night that Bridge to the Turnabout wraps up. No major spoilers, but it does revolve around an event that happens early in the case. 

I hope you enjoy it!

Fire. Everything was on fire. 

Phoenix frantically looked for a familiar figure, squinting against the blazing heat. The flames were slowly creeping up his pant leg, searing his flesh, and he was wheezing for breath in the thick, heavy cloud of smoke, but he ignored it. All he cared about was finding her.

“Nick! Help!” 

Phoenix whirled around to see Maya, her robes ablaze. The panic in her eyes was amplified by the flickering light of the fire. She took a step towards him and immediately collapsed, disappearing from sight. 

Phoenix cried out, reaching for Maya, and ran forwards. With a sharp crack, the burning floor, now somehow a long, rickety bridge, gave way beneath his feet, and he was falling, plummeting towards the icy waters below–

With a sharp gasp, Phoenix sat up. He was trembling, he noticed, and when he dragged a hand over his face, it came away slick with sweat. His heartbeat was pounding in his ears, and his head pounded along with it. 

Taking a few deep breaths, Phoenix shakily untangled his legs from the blankets and stumbled his way to the kitchen. He tried to pour himself a glass of water but missed the rim of the glass. Sighing, Phoenix grabbed a dish towel and wiped up the puddle before successfully filling a cup with water. 

Maya appeared in the doorway, yawning and rubbing her eyes. “Hey, Nick, what’s up?”

Phoenix gave a tiny wave in response. “Hey. Sorry, did I wake you?”

Maya shook her head. “Nah, I came out here to get some water.” She pulled out a glass for herself, squinting at it to make sure it was clean. “Why’re you up?”

Phoenix sighed and slumped over the counter he was leaning on, propping his face up with one hand. “...Nightmare,” he finally admitted.

Maya threw him a sympathetic look. “Wanna talk about it?” 

He shrugged in response. “It’s nothing, really. Just…” he waved a hand in a vague gesture. “...memories.” 

“Mm.” He heard the tap shut off as she finished filling her glass. “Mind if I sit here with you for a bit?” 

“No, not at all.” 

Maya pulled a chair up from the nearby table and sat across from him. “You know… I don’t think I’ve gotten to say this enough. Thanks, Nick.”

He suppressed a shudder as the chill of the night air caught up to him. “I’m just sorry you had to go through all that.” 

“Yeah.” Maya looked down into her water, staring at the distorted lines of the tile countertop through the bottom of her glass. “It was hard for everyone. Especially Pearl. You too, you know.” He gave a slight nod in agreement, curling in on himself as he shivered again.

 “I’m just glad we’re all oka– woah, Nick, are you okay?” He glanced up to see concern written over her features. “You’re all red and sweaty. And you’re shaking. Are you feeling alright?”

He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Yeah, I’m fine. It was just a nightmare.”

She shook her head. “No, seriously, you look like you’re about to keel over. Physically, are you feeling alright?”

“Oh… I guess my fever might have spiked again.” That would explain the headache and chills. 

“Ah. Yeah–Wait. Fever? Again?” Phoenix cringed at her shrill tone, glancing towards the room where Pearl was sleeping. She paused, then continued in a softer voice. “Sorry. But what?”

“Edgeworth and Ms. von Karma mentioned it to you, didn’t they? I caught a cold while you were still… still at the Inner Temple.” 

Maya nodded slowly. “I remember them saying something about that. Still, you look pretty bad for a cold. Is it alright if I…?” She held her hand up towards his face, waiting for approval. 

“Yeah. It’s fine.” 

He felt a cool palm press up against his forehead, but it was jerked away before he had time to enjoy the relief. “Yikes, Nick! You’re boiling! Sit down, I’m gonna go get a thermometer. ” 

As Maya rooted through his bathroom cabinet, Phoenix followed her advice and sat down at his table. After a moment, the promise of relief became too much for him to resist, and he rested his head on the cool wood beneath him. 

A short while later, he heard a soft “Aha!” and Maya reappeared in front of him. She handed him his thermometer triumphantly. He sat up to stick it under his tongue, and Maya went to go fetch something behind him, muttering, “Pearly must not know about his medicine cabinet yet, she’d never have let it stay such a mess. I’ll have to sic her on it tomorrow.” He smiled a little at the thought. 

Suddenly, Phoenix felt a blanket fall around his soldiers. He murmured a “thank you,” around the thermometer. When it beeped, he pulled it out and blinked slowly at the numbers on the display. 

“103… that’s kinda high.” 

He shrugged slightly. “It’s not too bad. At least I won’t have to go back to the hospital.”

Maya’s eyes widened. “H-Hospital?!” 

Phoenix winced. “Ah. I guess we didn’t tell you about that part.” 

She gave him a look that was part unimpressed, part worried. “What happened? The whole truth, this time.”

He focused on the lint balls on his blanket, unable to meet her eyes. “I… fell off Dusky Bridge into Eagle River.” 

“What?”

“...while it was on fire.”

“WHAT?!” 

“I don’t remember any of what happened beyond that. I lost consciousness when I hit the water.” Thankfully. Otherwise, he suspected he’d have that memory to add to his list of recurring nightmares. “Larry and the others found me and took me to a hospital.”

He took a deep breath before continuing. “Everyone was pretty scared, I guess. Eagle River doesn’t have a high survival rate. That’s actually why Edgeworth is here. Apparently Larry called him and told him I was dead.”

Maya snorted. “Sounds like Larry. So Edgeworth came for you?”

“Yeah, I guess. He defended Iris on that first day, too, like he said back at the courthouse. I owe him a lot.”

“Wow.” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you all this sooner. I didn’t want to upset you after everything that happened.”

She patted his arm lightly. “It’s ok, I get it. Thanks for telling me. Uh...maybe we should keep this between us for now, though.”

He winced. Pearls’ slaps were reminiscent of Franziska’s whip at times. The longer he could put that off, the better. “Agreed.” 

They sat in silence for a moment. 

“Was that what your nightmare was about?” 

“...yeah.”

“Oh.” Silence fell over them again until Phoenix coughed. “Hey… why don’t we get you back to bed, Nick?”

“That sounds good.” 

A few minutes later, Maya had successfully convinced him to take the couch in her place. Phoenix settled under the blankets, swallowing the fever reducer she had given him and set the water glass on the coffee table. 

She made her own nest of clean blankets on the floor a little ways away, where she could keep an eye on him and an ear out for Pearl. Her eyes drooped as she curled up under a fluffy comforter. “‘Night, Nick,” she murmured sleepily.

“Good night, Maya. Thanks.” 

“Y’r welc’me…” She trailed off, her breaths evening out. 

A small smile curled the corner of Phoenix’s lips as he closed his eyes, and he drifted off into a peaceful, dreamless sleep. 

[lamhamilton]

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[broughttothetable-blog]

New Episode: Is Kevin Back?

To celebrate one year of podcast making, Ian, Scott and Diana take a walk down memory lane and out favorite episodes to be a part of.

Listen in on Itunes, Spotify, Stitcher or our website!

[gottlem]

wip wednesday

so i saw a prompt about a treehouse, and then i remembered this conan gray song exists. so now we have a childhood friends to strangers to lovers songfic thats being written? yeah this is evening out the amount of pure angst (that i did contribute to thank u very much)

When Rosé has to move to Scotland with her parents, she doesn’t understand why. All she knows is she has to say goodbye to all her friends from nursery and reception and will have to start all over again. She doesn't want to. She doesn’t really know what is so special about America, or why it’s so important that they’re moving there, but her parents tell her that it will be fine, and she trusts them, so she’s sure it will - but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t go down without a fight. In the grand scheme of things, a few tantrums from a five year old won’t change her parents' minds, especially since this is a huge job offer for her father, but they let their child have her moments. It’s a big change, and they understand she’s too young to come to terms with that.

Rosé cries on her last day of reception. She’s not old enough to have a phone, and she has no idea how she can stay friends with them, so she’s sure this is it. She doesn’t quite know what to do about that. Her parents tell her that if they’re destined to be friends, then they’ll meet again, because the universe always finds a way of bringing the people who belong with each other together, no matter where they find themselves. They tell her she’ll make new friends too, but she’s not so sure.

Her new bedroom feels wrong. The mattress is harder, the sheets get tangled easier, and she doesn’t like the way the pillows smell of a different laundry detergent. But she guesses she likes the weather, because she gets to wear her summer dresses more often than not, instead of just the annual two-week heatwave that rolls around in the early summer and is accompanied by thunderstorms on either side.

But she still doesn’t like it here.

Well, until she meets Denali.

[lamhamilton]

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