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you can also read my piece at AO3 (locked for account members only) Nom de plume ~ "Name of the Feather"

I miss this fandom so much. I was originally invited to the Unbirthday Zine in 2022 and with the release of the zine, I'm now posting this story for everyone to enjoy. Thank you to the Unbirthday team for prevailing against the odds, and for having me be a part of this project!

I'm sure you've been seeing articles floating around about how chatbots like Chat-GPT and other Large Language Models have been scraping fanfiction sites and using stories to train their programs (basically plagiarism). Here's a great article from Gizmodo explaining this all. I admit, I've been a fanfic writer since I was a teenager. According to this article, there is high possibility that all of the fic I've written in the past 12 years -- ones that I've been most proud of, that have showed my evolution as a writer -- have been scraped. It's really disheartening how Silicon tech bros have taken advantage of our creativity and goodwill. As a precaution, I've switched my works on Ao3 to be registered users only. I really value the readers who follow and connect, but this is the best way to protect my creative energy. Thanks for understanding!! <3

1) Trust / Bond - can be enjoyed as a standalone 2) Wait for Sleep - takes place shortly after the events of Trust/Bond, but you don't need to read that in order to understand this. 3) Lucid Dreamers  - the "main story" currently being written 4) The Life and Times of Lord Frederic Wolfgang Nightray This started off as a sideblog for his character and is a collection of vignettes based on prompts readers sent. Mostly handcanons. No big spoilers for the series, but a fun exercise and character study. Really appreciate you asking, and please feel free to leave comments & kudos if you enjoy! <3

Updated June 4, 2023: Happy Pride for those who celebrate! This chapter turned out longer than expected–and may this be worth the wait since the last update. :) Please note the new tags added to this story: dissociation, PTSD trauma processing, canon-level violence. Everyone take care of themselves, and thank you for all of your lovely kudos and comments. They have been really sustaining. <3

The brothers unite the night before the dignitary ball. Confessions are made and long-buried truths come to light. Gilbert makes a deal.

Author’s Note: Updated Sept 5, 2022. Happy Labor Day to the US! A treat for y’all after my 2+ year hiatus.  The rest of the story is plotted out, but I’m not going to give myself a deadline for chapters. As you can tell, I’m pretty determined to finish this out. Kudos and comments are greatly appreciated. Stay safe, hydrated, and keep your vaxx updated. <3 to you all for putting up with my weird gothic angst fest. *** Description: At Lord Frederic’s estate, Gilbert encounters a dreadful luncheon, a beloved friend, and an eavesdropped conversation that reveals dark intentions.  Content warnings for the series: For those new to the fic. Psychological horror/ suspense, obsession, unhealthy relationships, premise is Gilbert dealing with the aftermath of a sexual assault, etc. Plus demons who only understand power. Mind the A03 tags. One-sided(?) Vincent/Gilbert. You're been warned! Read on Ao3.

Drop a character and a word prompt into my asks and I'll write a drabble or head canon I have about the character! *** The first day at the Nightray manor was one of most bewildering of Leo's life so far. He brought nothing from the orphanage but a stack of books. Nothing else was required -- not even clothes, for the Nightray family got him spares from the servant's quarters until the family tailor could outfit a wardrobe to fit his station as Eliot Nightray's new manservant. Neither was he required to handle any duties. Or responsibilities. When Leo asked Elliot what was expected, he shrugged. "Read those. I love talking about books. Oh, and try some lemonade and cake from the kitchen! I'll have Cook bring them out." And so he read, uncomfortably, in the garden, feeling like the entire staff eyed him with envy. When the head butler inquired after Elliot's schedule, Elliot had simply scoffed, "Why would Leo be in charge of that?" "Why wouldn't I?" Leo asked later, after dinner as they sat in the library. He had watched the other servants and maids bustle about the manor all day. It left him feeling extraneous. Elliot brought down a chessboard from the shelf. "Care for a game?" "Is this a game?" Leo snapped. He pushed up his glasses. The nobleman looked crestfallen. "I also have checkers, if that's what you'd prefer." "Why would you care what I'd like? Aren't I supposed to be, I don't know, polishing your boots or doing your laundry? Manservant stuff?" "But this is manservant stuff." He grinned and now it was Leo's turn to envy that carefree expression. The power to dictate a household to do anything, and for him to do nothing. Envy and a twinge of something else, a light, fluttering realization that Leo wouldn't be able to name until weeks later. He felt seen.