hello hihi I'd love to hear about any of your flintlock fortress wips
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Outfits is a longrunning struggle project based on This image by @chiropteracupola in which samuel is forced to borrow some of julien's clothing for the sake of attending a High Society Party undercover to do some Light murdering. it is a story i am infinitely fond of and also Intimidated By
When he awoke once more, it was to a rapid pounding echoing round his head.
“Foutre le camp!” he snapped into his pillow, shooing the noise with a limp hand. When the noise refused to cease, Julien groaned, prying himself upward, aching back cracking down its length.
“Are you deaf?” Storming toward the entrance to his bedroom, Julien was more than prepared to accost his unwanted visitor either verbally or physically, depending on who the poor soul happened to be, but when he flung the door open, snarling, “It is much too early for this kind of abuse, so would you kindly make yourself fucking scarce?” an annoyingly unflappable Miss Pauling was standing on the other side, looking as well put together and serene as ever.
“Bonjour, Monsieur Laurent,” she chirped, seemingly unaware of the early hour. “If you would follow me?”
Julien could not help gawking.
“Mademoiselle, I am not even dressed.” Gesturing at his clothing—or rather, lack thereof—did not seem to help his cause, as Miss Pauling merely blinked, unperturbed.
“Well,” she said, adjusting her spectacles, “best be quick about it then, shouldn’t we?”
since i already talked about Carriage and i truly don't have that much written about it i shall simply refer you to this post
and Insomnia is the beginnings of the jeremiah/ansel romance! laying the foundation, as 'twere. basic gist is that jeremiah is having trouble sleeping and comes to ansel because ansel is usually Awake At Odd Hours and requests to sleep in his bed so there's company in the room. it's charming and sweet and wow i do miss writing these funny little guys
“Did you… need something?” Ansel asked, opening the door a little wider.
For his part, Jeremiah smiled somewhat sheepishly. “Um, maybe, I guess. Uh… Do you have a minute?”
“Of course.”
Ushering Jeremiah inside, he quickly settled on the edge of the bed, fidgeting with his knuckles. Still, he would not look Ansel in the eye, only scanned the room, the desk, the wardrobe, the windows. Crossing his arms, Ansel leaned against the doorframe, studying his newfound guest.
Jeremiah was a nervous sort, despite his cultivated braggadocio, and set here, against the backdrop of a stranger’s bedroom, it was like all the air had gone out of him. He slumped forward, listless, staring at nothing, and Ansel found himself beginning to worry.
“Are you hurt?” he said, reaching for Jeremiah’s arm, which he quickly pulled away. “Is everything alright?”
“Yeah, yeah, sure, I just…” Jeremiah seemed to be fishing around for the right words. “Couldn’t sleep, y’know.”
Ansel chuckled. “Well, you are in good company, mein Freund.”
Although it was not really a joke, Jeremiah snorted nonetheless, rolling his eyes. “I can see that.”
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