Deep Dive Scream

Verso, a Parisian eccentric painter, arrives to Lumiere, a hidden Alpine village near Durance to heal his melancholia and acedia. He makes acquaintance with Reverend Father Noah, a respected and well-loved by local community priest with mysterious past, and two men form a genuine connection. But the village is not what it seems, and neither are its residents. On the Night of Blooming Moon Verso gets a taste of something dark and ancient as he participates in an annual fertility ritual under watchful eye of Father Noah. Nothing is ever the same after this night, and Verso is possessed by desire to seduce the priest — or at the very least to know more about him. First, he learns Father’s real name. It’s Gustave, and it tastes sweeter than wine on Verso’s lips.

Read chapter 3 (but actually 2) on AO3

Oh hi! Sooner than later, I hope 😂

Jesus, why so loud, @zombiearmor, you could have just gently whispered in my ear 😂

I am... notoriously fast to burn with new AUs and have lifestyle where one day it's all boredom and free time and another it's time to WORK RESEARCH WRITE FINANCIAL PLANS DO MORE RESEARCH DEAL WITH WORK DRAMA OH LOOK IT IS NOW TIME TO DEAL WITH BILLS soooo I don't have a lot of WIPs, but the ones I have are massive and I am fully dedicated to finish them.

Juxtaposition, fix-it fic with canon divergence right before final fight with Renoir. Writer Gustave is real life person too, finds evidence that Verso is in fact alive and needs to be found and saved, rushes to Dessendre manor, gets punched by Clea and pulled into Canvas just as Alicia attacks Renoir and then all of them leave the Canvas. Everything is very messed up and there are more creative factions. I stopped right before Final Conclusion With Epic Fight and really sad, because there has been several deadlines to meet, both fandom and IRL. I promised to deliver some well-deserved violent justice. Also, they are both tops, it just happened

A Life To Dream, Verstave Visual novel. There are few bugs to fix and features to add before moving on to the expansion. Wink-wink, more news in September, wink-wink, Sandfall, don't sue us, it's free and no profit was made. Expect for good friends and Renoir dating sim memes.

Tergiversi a praetus suis, Priest AU with priest Gustave and burnout Parisian painter Verso pine for each other over XX chapters, mess up in the worst ways and getting involved into supernatural shenanigans before having sacrilegious sex in church, bathtub, priest's bed and then bed again, all over one night. And because it started as trashy bodice-ripper romance idea with virgin priest and sinful harlot, you could guess who is alpha male in here. Bonus points: Scielune touching breasts in water and Clea/Emma/Simon throuple that I did expect to ship so hard. Oh, and it's very self-indulgent, so there is a lot of smut and symbolism while angsting.

Zodiacal Verstave AU, where all the characters are astrological signs. Verso is Pieces with scaly arms and legs and I will die on a hill that Gustave must be Aries with his stubborness and passion, so very obviously he has rams horn and hooves. Anyways, they spend 6 days in the skies together travelling, because there is Pieces-Aries cusp, and it's all mischief and fun.

Building Strong Foundation, because this baby needs to be revived and there has been a lot of cooking in DMs.

Listen, timezones are hard, me brainy hurty hurt, let's pretend it's Wednesday, time is a construct after all.

Anyways, @zombiearmor tagged me and I am sharing tiny WIP for Juxtaposition with Verso, Alicia and painted Verso. I promise unhealthy amount of exquisite angst.

“Maelle?” muttered the other Verso, letting the girl bump into him and wrap her arms around his waist. “But you left Canvas for good, didn’t you? Why are you back?” The Painter cleared his throat to get attention, and his doppelgänger looked up at him. “Family affairs, I assure you.” He folded his arms across his chest and narrowed his eyes, inspecting his fake self in every detail. He knew from Clea and Alicia what had happened and how his copy came to be, but he couldn’t stop feeling a sense of hostility towards him. This creation had replaced Aline’s own dead son, even if he wasn’t truly dead. “We’ve come here to kill the one responsible for what happened.” His sister released the copy from her embrace and turned, placing her hands on her hips.  “Don’t be mean to Verso, mon cher frère.” She tilted her head to one side and began to look very much like their mother in those moments when she was preparing for a long lecture on the improper behaviour of her children. “Thanks to him, our mother is now strolling along the Barcelona waterfront, rather than starving herself in front of the Canvas.” “Thanks to him, our mother started starving herself in the first place,” Verso snapped. Alicia said nothing, but her gaze grew heavy and her fists clenched. A tense silence hung in the air.