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Thank you so much for the prompt, Nyoom! And thank you for putting up with my own "Tales from The DM's Chair". This is for the writing game over here.

The table was set. The map was rolled out. The figurines for his monsters were fully painted and ready. The 3D-printed model of The Monolith was in its box, ready for its big reveal mid-session.

Verso was as prepped as he was going to get.

Nervously, he picked up another handful of chips and shoved them in his mouth.

"You'll be fine," Gustave promised him as he walked into the room with another handful of snack-supplies to place on the table.

A Gustave sandwich!! What a delightful sandwich indeed! Thank you so much for this request!! This is for the writing game over here. This is mostly OG!Verso/Gustave/P!Verso filth, so it's all going beneath the cut. :3

what a fun and cute prompt please enjoy this little bit of slow and soft Verstave

Verso could never have guessed his life would be like this.

The world had gone dark for a moment, for his body was finally at peace. Then a light opened up in front of him. The smell of paint took over his nose with a hint of turpentine that seemed to lessen the weight on him, keeping him down.

There was something strange, for it was calling to him… on voices he recognised in an instant - line and Sciel calling to him, Monoco's staff coming through the light with the bell ringing to guide him, and finally, a hand - a mechanical reached out. He had seen it only once or twice before this.

He gripped with all his might and allowed himself to be pulled out. His friends had come to get him a new canvas, one without the need for a paintress to be inside.

He came out of the light pretty fast and with such force that he couldn't control the way his body landed on something, or rather someone. As Verso first met those deep pools of brown, wide eyes filled with life and content and the way the man's hair, those curls that framed his face with ease.

This is how he, Verso Dessendre, literally fell in love with Gustave.

Verso was known for his ability to flirt but not for his ability to court something into a long-term relationship, after weeks of visits to Gustave Workshop and finally asking the girls for help.

He was able to get Gustave out of the workshop and into a nearby restaurant. The invite he had sent was specifically for fancy attire. Verso stopped working the moment Gustave walked in with that white suit with the red flower tucked into his hair. The same one Sciel said to put in his own. The girls had clearly schemed behind his back, but he was… thankful. It was a nice talking point for them, and now they could enjoy their time. the food, the wine and each other's company, followed by a walk along the harbour. where they walked side by side, hands brushing gently next to each other.

It wasn't long before the next date, then their first kiss and eventually, after months of discussing, their first night tonight. No one knows what happened behind closed doors, but it solidified them.

Verso awoke, he woke up feeling rested, his hand moved across the bed to where his partner should be… but when his hand only felt the soft fabric of the mattress, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and noticed he woke up alone in his apartment. part of him thought it was all a dream, their dates and more, but then, looking across the room to the desk that housed Verso's sheet music and some of Gustave's blueprints, he, sneakily, brought home with him from work. He saw Gustave's clothes on the chair and finally their photographs that hung on the wall.

The man lay back down on the pillow, turning more to Gustave's side of the bed; he could still smell him. The scent of his lover, his partner, made him relax instantly.

He started his daydream, his hands taking a grab of the duvet and taking it in his arms as if Gustave was there.

He was pulled out when he heard the bedroom door being knocked. It was light but against the wood, slightly echoed.

Verso sat back. He quickly ran his hand through his hair, trying to neaten it up, as if Gustave had never seen him in his sleep with no care in the world.

The smile that appeared on his face as his fresh-faced boyfriend walked in with a tray of food. Verso adjusted himself by placing a few of the pillows he had just behind his back for a better position.

Gustave waltzed into the room. He danced slightly as he carefully carried the tray over to the bed and gently placed it on the bed sheets, on top of Verso's legs.

Verso's eyes widened at the variety of food he was presented with, the large glass of orange juice, and, finally, he felt the soft warmth of lips kissing his forehead. "Bonjour, Mon ange, did you sleep well?" "Gustave, what's… what the occasion?… oh, oh god… I missed something important… I…" Verso just spiralled, for the fear started to well in his eyes. His first actual relationship, and he truly messed it up.

"Shhhh, Mon Ange, you've not messed up nor have you missed anything." Gustave smiled, placing a finger under Verso's chin and kissing him, knowing that the only way to shut him up was by kissing him. It was slow, sweet and soft as Verso melted to the touch.

They gently released, and Gustave took a soft breath in relief. "I wanted to do something nice for you, and I think you would like being treated like royalty for the morning… however…" Gustave looked to the side, looking away with guilt across his face.

"What did you do, Mon tresor?… don't tell me… oh no." Verso knew it instantly. "… my poor kitchen."

"Well, I've given you something to do after a hearty breakfast and some time in bed." Gustave leaned forward and stole a strawberry from atop the crepe. biting into the fruit and letting the juice drip down.

"Oh, you minx, teasing me that so that afterwards I'm not going to be so angry about how messy my lovely kitchen is…

Gustave laughed and ate the strawberry, licking his fingers seductively, "Well, it works… doesn't it…."

After a few months on board the Verstave ship, I think it’s time that I share a handful of my favourite fics (to be further expanded in the future, of course):

Painted Heart by Diari

Rating: Mature Words: 88,708 [Chapter 11/13] Summary: "A boy from the Writers’ Guild? Really, son?" Their mother's voice almost cracked at the final word. My, this must be bad. She couldn't hear Renoir, but her soft-spoken father was most likely beside Aline and holding her by the side right now. He would not intervene until Aline would relent, or explode. "He is not a writer, Maman. How many times do I have to tell you? He's an engineer—" Or: I can't help but wonder... what if there was a real Gustave outside the canvas? Notes: My first Verstave fic and therefore one that is very dear to my heart. It is masterfully written and beautifully heart-crushing. Don’t let the delightfully romantic atmosphere fool you, you’ll cry real tears by the end.

Baiser Volé by Diari

Rating: Explicit Words: 102,688[Chapter 9/11] Summary: Verso's smile widened, and Gustave knew with crystal clarity that the universe had a sick sense of humor. His Friday night blues had just become his Monday morning colleague. "We've met," Verso said easily, still watching Gustave with those piercing eyes. "Haven't we, Gustave?" The use of his full name was deliberate. Not a question, not a tease. A claim. It landed in Gustave’s gut like a stone, heavy and cold, followed by the slow bloom of heat at his throat where the bruises still ached. He was so, so fucked. Notes: A fic by Diari, again. Yet, the mood here is very different from Painted Heart. It’s one of the filthiest (affectionate) Verstave fic I’ve read so far. Verso here is a kinky fucked-up train wreck of a man and Gustave the sweetest dude in all of Paris. There’s also some very intense drama that will keep you on your toes… Beware though, the fic does not hold anything back. It's not for the faint of heart.

Pentimento by reina_randwulf

Rating: Mature Words: 95,674 [Chapter 14/?] Summary: Life is slow in Lumiere, a small coastal city not far from the Continent. Gustave is content with his life here, working as a power plant lead technician despite his disability. He has his sister, who is making her career on the Continent. He has his foster sister Maelle, whom he dotes on. Life is good until someone moves into the empty room below his. Verso might be the answer to all his problems or the one that will destroy his life. Notes: This is a very sweet and wholesome Verstave fic. Like the Lumière from this world, it’s cozy and fluffy like a nice pastry. Still, there’s no Vestave without some angst and you also get your fair share here: Verso has a tragic past, Gustave some traumas and Maelle’s origins are shrouded in mystery.

Âme-sœurs by Irisen

Rating: Mature Words: 191,270 [Chapter 30/35] Summary: Verso didn't expect to meet his soulmate in a bakery. He also didn't expect said soulmate to be the only man in the capital unable to recognize the crown prince by name. He isn't complaining, this is the first time in years he's been able to exist as himself and not as an extension of his family. Surely, it won't hurt to keep up the pretense for a little while? Notes: This fic is what happens when you mix all my favourite tropes (soul mates, royalty) in a blender and spice things up with Verstave drama. This is a fucked up as Verso can get, and still Gustave finds in himself the will and the patience to love that wreck of a man.

The Long Track Home by Renlukun

Rating: Explicit Words: 58,602 [Chapter 8/ ?] Summary: After Maelle takes over the canvas, Verso struggles to find meaning in the new Lumière. At least, until Gustave offers him to participate in a project together. Slowly, Verso starts to see the man he left to die in a different light, as he also struggles with the guilt of knowing that he's slowly falling in love with him. Notes: Guilty Verso at his best, though for once Gustave bears some of the blame. If only these two idiots could communicate a bit instead of pine and make dumb assumptions. At least this makes for a lovely fic with nice chunks of steamy smut inside. And feels, a lot of feels.

Run with Me by porgthespacepenguin

Rating: Explicit Words: 5,843 [Chapter 1/9] Summary: "I'm leaving Paris," Verso says brusquely, by way of a greeting. He's never been very good with words; that has always been Papa's strength, not his. Gustave inhales sharply, watching him in silence, his hands clutching his notebook so hard the spine begins to twist. "You want me to come with you," he says finally, looking at Verso as though he's entirely lost his mind. Or: Time is running out. With war looming over Belle Epoque Paris, Verso must make a choice between his duty to his family and the young Writer who has unknowingly stolen his heart. He chooses Gustave. Notes: This one is fresh out of the oven, but I have had the privilege of having a peek at the baking process, and the first chapter is so delightfully well-written that the rest can hardly be disappointing.

If you are in the mood for one-shots, I can recommend you:

Chaud lapin (Horny Bunny) by ThatPersonWhoLikes

Rating: Explicit Words: 7,471 Summary: "Hello?" A deep voice said as a man opened the door. Gustave stood frozen like a deer in headlights. At this moment several thoughts crossed his mind at the same time. One, that had to be the hottest guy he had ever seen in his life. Two, this was decidedly not Alicia's apartment. And three... Gustave was still wearing a baby pink bunny suit, with fishnets and a too-deep neckline. Fuck his life. Notes: One of my favourite one-shots. Do you like it sexy, funny and a comically absurd? This one is for you.

comfort me in my time of need by erenjoson5

Rating: Not Rated Words: 4,959 Summary:  Gustave gets injured after protecting Verso from a Nevron attack and Verso has to make sure Gustave doesn't die before he gets them back to camp. Notes: A short one-shot but a delightful one. It’s fluffy, a bit angsty and very well written. Sit down and enjoy the ride.

☆ Verstave ☆

Run With Me (88k words)

"I'm leaving Paris," Verso says brusquely, by way of a greeting. "You want me to come with you," Gustave says finally, looking at Verso as though he's entirely lost his mind.

Butterfly Effect (104k words)

"In hindsight, Gustave probably should have seen it coming. It all starts on a cold February morning. A cold, foggy, horribly dreary February morning, to be precise; the sort of morning best spent hiding under a thick duvet, book in hand and a steaming cup of freshly-brewed coffee within easy reach. His morning, in rather stark contrast, is an unmitigated disaster."

protect me (from what I want) (6k words)

"He wants, and yet he doesn't know quite what he wants, not anymore. Only that whatever it is, he can never have it."

Safe in My Hands (36k words)

"The first time it happens, it's a complete accident."

Alone With You (3.6k words)

"Verso doesn't mind being alone. Even with two sisters, he'd grown up an only child. Boys don't play with girls, after all, and the Dessendre heir doesn't play at all."

Related fanworks

Verso and Gustave dancing (fanart by darkcreamz95)

☆ Qcard ☆

No Easy Way to the Stars (a Qcard novel)

Five months after saving the Alpha Quadrant, Jean-Luc and his crew find themselves pulled into a new adventure that will forever change the course of their lives — and, perhaps, the fate of the galaxy itself.

Main story (184k words, chapters 23-24 NSFW) Related fanworks

5 wonderful covers (fanart by zehstern) sublimis ab unda (fanart by VoiidVagabond) Glowing Dawn/North Star (poem by VoiidVagabond) Nachev, Sera and Naegi moodboards by LordLexion

The North Star series

It’s easy to get lost without a guiding star. In spite of everything that separates them, Q and Jean-Luc find their way to each other -- and their destiny.

The North Star main story (71k words) The North Star epilogue (15.1k words) barking mad, a North Star story (9.2k words) the idol of discord, a North Star story (1k words)

Other stories

we’re not coincidence, we’re fate (15k words)

"He opened his eyes, then instantly wished he hadn’t."

The Fated Sky (28.1k words, part 3 NSFW)

"The summer sun is already high in the cloudless sky when Jean-Luc finally manages to escape Deanna and beam down from the ship."

all that's left (is a ghost of you) (2k words)

"Sitting on the outer hull of the starship Voyager, alone and weary, a lone figure flips a heavy silver coin."

make a wish (2.4k words)

"You’ve never actually been to the ruins at Tagus III, have you?” Q says knowingly, looking down at Jean-Luc with pity he doesn’t even have to fake."

the broken threads that bind us (5.6k words)

"Just like every morning since solving the anomaly, Jean-Luc had woken up from a refreshing night's sleep almost buzzing with life, energy running under his skin like a live current."

King Walk (10.6k words, NSFW)

"The door slides shut behind him. Jean-Luc leans against it, closing his eyes. Adrenaline courses in his veins and his body fairly trembles with tension."

non, rien de rien (2.4k words)

"'Get in, losers, we're going to save the timeline,' Q said, leaning back against the leather seat of the Bentley convertible."

The Picard Conjecture (Q =∑∞) (3.6k words, NSFW)

"'Go ahead,' Q said. Jean-Luc hesitated, his hand hovering over the airlock release."

☆ Emmrook ☆

these hallowed bones

As long-buried secrets are uncovered and a tapestry of lies begin to unravel, threatening all that he holds dear, Emmrich must make a choice that will forever change the course of his life — and Rook’s.

Ahh thank you! and you had good start already, Restoration is like one of my favourite fics <3

I would recommend anything written from hoodedmiho , vannral and walrusface . They are my favourite Verstave writers ❤

As for other favourite fics, here are some!

This new century by redcigar

Encore by thevalesofanduin

Grisaille by InkBubble

Panissimo by drunknpylades

Comprendre l'amour by MelissaSz89

L'etranger de Lumiere by Yoruai (yoruai)

Pentimento by reina_randwulf

Ma Meilleure Ennemie by yurikazen

The Long Track Home by Renlukun

We Who Come After by Arumattie

Ghosts by VerenaKauer

Another Chance, Another Life by Einradi

The Chroma We Share by didhero

Belle Epoque series by vegarin

And here are some that are nor really Verstave but really worth checking out!

Children of the Canvas by vailkagami

god and men by rhibbet

And those are only few. This fandom is really talented so I recommend checking the tag by yourself to find anything you will like too :D (I definitely forgot some of my fav fics here, especially the ongoing ones)

                           The Restlessness of the Spirit  (Series 1)

1. Li Huayi B. 1948 “Pines in the Pureland mist”

3-4 Huang Gongwang, Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains , Shen Zhou “Snowy Landscape”

5-6 Dai Jin-Dropping a Fishing Line on the Bank of the Wei River - Jiang Ziya,  Shen Zhou (1427-1509) Lofty Mount Lou

7-8 Qiu Ying: Fishermen in Reclusion at the Lotus Stream,  Pavilions in the Mountains of the Immortals - Qiu Ying

9-10 “Tao Lengyue (1895 - 1988) Pavillon Solitaire Au Clair De Lune, Li Xiongcai (1910-2002) “Waterfall in the Mountains”

I’M- 

 So You Want to Name a Sino: A Guide to Not Making a Fucking Fool of Yourself

Note: this will be long and very, very extensive because god I am so sick of this shit 2k16 I just want absolution and I don’t think that’s too much to ask, and even if it is I’m asking it, I’m not asking it emptyhanded I’m asking it with a WHOLE GUIDE FOR YOUR PERUSAL, because I’ve found that Wiki’s great if you want to know why and how we use names and not really great for when you actually want a name.

A theme of this blog seems to be my long suffering, and I want it known, recorded, carved in stone that as of almost 1:00AM on Thursday, December 22nd, 2016, I am officially Fed Up with the way Sino characters are named in fiction.

Let us be clear: this is first and foremost An Attack™* on all the white authors whose imaginations can only extend so far to provide us with a glut of Lings and Linglings and Ailings (not that those aren’t beautiful names) and Peonies and Pearls and, god forbid they start getting creative with their Sachas and their Wai-maes, but this is also for the Sino authors who can’t seem to do it either. And like, I get it. It’s not easy. Sinos are a disparate bunch with varying degrees of fluency in varying dialects of Chinese. Romanisation and naming customs are weird.

But also can we leave the idea of the inscrutable mysterious unknowable East in the 20th century please? There are resources. This is one of them. Let’s start before I steep for too long in my own bitterness and annoyance.