let's gather feathers.

Seemed worth doing, with fandom starting to wake up again.

The Wellspring Trilogy - Post S2 AU

Wellspring || Trephacard || Mature || 80,768 words || complete [[Wellspring (n): Where something begins. Trevor’s been throwing rocks and coins and shit into wells for most of his life, without any expectation of getting wishes granted or anything stupid like that. All he really wants is to know there's something down there.]]

Taproot || Trephacard || Mature || 167,812 words || complete [[Taproot (n): The oldest, most central root; that from which all else arises. Every family has its roots, diving down into the shadowy, secretive earth--and there's no such thing as a bloodless inheritance.]]

Polestar || Trephacard || Mature || 0 words || not yet started! [[Polestar (n) : The north star; a guiding principle; that which around all else turns. It's hard, finding your orbit around something larger than yourself. But in every night sky there is a light that guides, and eventually, gravity will have its way.]]

Other short Wellspring-verse stories

Careless || Trephacard || Teen || 850 words || complete [[So, Sypha’s the one who’d said it, however long ago—maybe in the market, maybe in the library, maybe in the bed the three of them share, sheltering against the cold and dark and all the truths that lurk around the edges of those things. She’d told him: watch your mouth, Belmont, or you will say something you regret, later.]]

Never || Trephacard || Teen || 610 words || complete [[“I swear to god,” he says, the god he barely believes in, though at the moment he’s considering it just to have one more person to rage at. “Of all the idiotic, selfish, reckless things the two of you have done—”]]

Pick You Up || Trephacard || Gen || 1658 words || complete [[Alucard's different forms each have advantages and disadvantages. Like, being a bat? Pretty cool! You can fly! Who cares if you have tiny hollow bones and no real mass at all and you're basically made of glass; that would NEVER COME UP, right?]]

Post S4

Four of Swords || Early Trephacard || Teen || 5987 words || complete [[From the Tarot Minor Arcana: The four of swords. The knight lies upon his own tomb, in rest and contemplation--rest to recover from his ordeal, and contemplation to understand how close he came to not surviving it. It is a time of recuperation, of peace, of repairing what was broken and strengthening what remains. Trevor doesn't realize, when he first comes home, how badly he'd been missed. He figures it out.]]

That other weird story

I'm tired and sad and feeling nostalgic and there's something I need help with. I have been trying to figure this out for absolute ages but I've had no luck.

When I was maybe eight (so, around 1988) I was taken to a... A museum, I guess? An interactive indoor space with tons of displays, most of which appeared to be made of glossy painted paper mache. This would have been in either new jersey or Pennsylvania.

The thing that made it interesting was that the displays all did things - played sounds, spun around, opened and closed hatches, etc - and the way you made them do that was by finding hidden little holes and pressing a magnet ring into the holes to trigger the action. They gave you the ring when you went in. It looked something like this:

Cheap red plastic, little magnet nub. The only other specifics I remember was that one of the displays was a big suspended cocoon that you could sit inside of and it would spin you around.