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@mooncello / mooncello.tumblr.com

they/he | ao3 but we've will to carry on transcend with our scars and contusions
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more than a footnote — read on ao3

DeNiall. 40k words. 6/9 chapters. M. Canon-divergent AU.

"Wistful you say?" "Fucking moony, Niall." "Think he'll be at dinner tonight? We can ask him about it." "Oh," Dev says, and leans towards me until I can smell his warm, spicy cologne, his dark eyes a scheming fire. "I have a much better idea."

Four boys, two sets of roommates. One matchmaking plan that keeps going off the rails. Feelings will get pushed to the surface. Hearts will be exposed.

Or, Dev and Niall suspect Baz is secretly in love with Simon. They decide to do something about it. Falling for each other was never part of the plan.

🖤 Chapter 6 is posted: read on ao3. 🖤

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Thank you for the tags today @thewholelemon, @monbons and @fiend-for-culture. I wasn't going to post today, but I'm running on five hours of sleep, was in meetings all day, and I could use some joy. What is more joyous than these two staring at me while I work?

And I realized: I've finally reached the chapter where they wear these outfits! These dolls are, of course, @monbons creations. I know she already shared them on tumblr, but they are brilliant and precious and worth re-sharing. I LOVE THEM.

Here is a little snippet from chapter 6 that features Niall's fit. This one is for all my fellow fashion nerds. 🩵

Dev POV

I look over at Niall who is examining his outfit in the mirror on the back of the door, adjusting his collar and smoothing fabric over shoulders. He’s wearing a white turtleneck under a heavyweight, long-sleeve polo with thick blue and white rugby stripes. It has a hand stitched crest of some non-magical boarding school’s crew team on the right side. The shirt is another one of his charity shop finds. It’s posh as fuck. But on him, it looks fresh and sporty and unexpectedly subversive. The juxtaposition of Niall’s lanky, bony limbs in the preppy style unlocks something wild and ravenous inside of me. It alters my brain chemistry. I can’t stop staring. Tonight he’s tucked the layered shirts into a pair of white shorts that show off the length of his legs, and matched with white crew socks and white canvas high tops. His hair is a mess of copper waves, and he’s been sipping off my bottle of bourbon, so faint stripes of pink curve along his cheekbones.

Dev so thirsty.

Okay, but please appreciate the exquisite sewing details of this shirt. @monbons made each stripe individually! And the stripes perfectly line up. Sometimes, when I'm feeling really stressed, I'll just stare at the perfect lines of this shirt because it's so gd soothing. Also, his hair.

catch up on the fic here.

(in addition to the BEST DEV & NIALL DOLLS ever, @monbons also recently started a new fic. it's so very beautiful. you can read it on ao3.)

hellos and tags under the cut!

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I'm making progress on chapter 6 of more than a footnote! Figured out some plot points and got quite a bit drafted the past couple days. This chapter is sponsored by the song The Heart is a Muscle by Gang of Youths. I've had it on repeat while daydreaming scenes and writing. (The whole album, really. But this song in particular.)

Placing a snippet below the cut. It's not exactly spoilery, but doing so for those that haven't read the prev chapters.

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Hi friends. I posted chapter 5 of more than a footnote last Sunday. It's over on ao3.

I'm working through some beats for chapter 6. Unlike some of you magnificent plotters, I hate outlines. They feel constricting to me. And the story shifts and evolves as I write. Characters reveal stuff to me as we spend more time together, and sometimes that necessitates plot changes or deeper subplots. It's also my greedy curious distractable brain. Like: Oh, but what if this happens? What if he did this instead? Truly, squirrel brain. But y'know those lil bushy-tailed fuckers can unintentionally plant oak trees so ... I will follow those acorn trails and play with a new thought or question, even if it wasn't originally plotted, to see whether it has a place in the story. It's kinda like having an ongoing conversation with the story as it's being written. It's humbling af and takes twice as long, I'm sure, than if I wrote an outline and stuck with it. But I've tried the detailed plotting thing, and it just doesn't work for me.

So I don't have anything from chapter 6 to share just yet. But I do have something else. It almost feels like a tease, because I don't know when I'll actually sit down and write the rest of this fic, but I finally figured out what direction lost boys is going. (Sometimes you follow the squirrel, and sometimes you let a story rest to see what emerges from quiet stasis.) I'm excited about it again. Which feels amazing. Here are way more than six sentences from chapter 3, Baz POV:

“How old were you,” I ask softly, “when you first came here?” “Eight.” He switches his hands behind his head and moves his shoulder blades against the earth, like he’s trying to get more comfortable. I have a sudden bolt of reckless courage. “Here,” I say and sit up fully. I scoot closer, angle my body, and wrap my palm around the curve of his head. Thankfully, he understands what I’m communicating and shifts until his head is resting in my lap. I suddenly find Simon staring directly up at me. An easy smile slopes across his face. “Hey,” he says. “Hi.”  I feel my own mouth stretch into a responding smile. There’s a delightful tumble of butterflies in my stomach. Without giving it any thought, my fingers thread through his hair, nails skimming his skull and then pulling away with curls between knuckles. The slightest of tugs. Release. Then I repeat the sequence over and over again. Simon melts against my thigh, and his eyes flutter closed. A tiny, contented moan leaves him, and I grow momentarily dizzy because I did that. That sound was because of me. “Feel good?” I murmur. “Mmph.” I’m glad his eyes are closed and can’t see me smirking. I’m so goddamn pleased. And he looks incredible like this. Relaxed and untroubled, draped over my lap.

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more than a footnote — read on ao3

DeNiall. 34k words. 5/8 chapters. M. Canon-divergent AU.

"Wistful you say?" "Fucking moony, Niall." "Think he'll be at dinner tonight? We can ask him about it." "Oh," Dev says, and leans towards me until I can smell his warm, spicy cologne, his dark eyes a scheming fire. "I have a much better idea."

Four boys, two sets of roommates. One matchmaking plan that keeps going off the rails. Feelings will get pushed to the surface. Hearts will be exposed.

Or, Dev and Niall suspect Baz is secretly in love with Simon. They decide to do something about it. Falling for each other was never part of the plan.

DEV AND NIALL ARE BACK, BABY.

chapter 5 is now live! read on ao3.

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Somehow it's already Sunday night, and I figured I'd share something with y'all. Thank you for the tags today @run-for-chamo-miles, @drowninginships, @thewholelemon and @whatevertheweather and everyone else who has tagged me the past few weeks. Things continue to be rough, and writing is a little sanctuary I can sink into when night falls and everything gets quieter and darker.

I'm making progress on more than a footnote. Chapter 5 is almost very nearly done, and I'm drafting chapter 6. I'm daydreaming about chapter 7. It's fun to be playing with three different phases of the writing process at the same time.

Here's something fun: I accidentally created an OC in chapter 5, and I love him. He shows up for one scene, and I've got this entire backstory for him lol. I now want to write something for him. Something of his own.

I know it's a DeNiall fic, but today I'm sharing way more than six sentences of Snowbaz. Below the cut to avoid potential spoilers.

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hello, friends, it's been a minute. thank you to every single one of you who sent me kind words and digital hugs the past couple weeks. the dark is still spiky and I'm grumpy and tired but also grateful. for the dramatic thunderstorm last night that smelled so good, and the sunlight currently pouring through my kitchen windows. curls of steam from my tea, and the crooked tail of my clumsy cat. gorgeous drarry writing and stunning snowbaz art and delicious hockey romance (thanks to @fatalfangirl) and total davy brainrot (your fault @valeffelees, I cannot start a new wip I cannot).

I've managed to keep writing here and there, and I'm very nearly done drafting chapter 5 of more than a footnote. this chap is work, and I'm not entirely sure why. but sometimes writing is like that, and after hating and fighting with words for several weeks, I'm really starting to like how this chapter is shaping up. it's got serious feels, and my favorite Baz-Dev moment so far.

anyway, putting seven sentences under the cut, to avoid spoilers for those that haven't read chap 4 yet.

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"Dev’s dark hair is swept away from his face, his ivory shirt has this massive collar folded over a deconstructed suit jacket the colour of sand, and his striped silk tie isn’t even tied."
"Baz looks incredible, too. Where Dev is slouchy angles and messy glamour, Baz’s suit is sharp and perfectly tailored. The deepest, darkest blue; colour so dense it looks like it could hold stars. He’s left the top two buttons of his crisp, white shirt open, which just adds extra flair, and his hair is down in loose waves around his face."
"Like how Niall looked under the gold and pink lights tonight. How they reflected off his pale skin, a milky canvas for strobing rainbows of colour. The shadows cast by his eyelashes. The drapey collared shirt he tucked into pleated pants, cuffed to show pale green socks and chunky, cognac brogues."
-more than a footnote, Chapter 3

I got up to a little bit of drawing while on vacation! I haven't been able to get the spring dance scene from @mooncello's more than a footnote out of my head! The descriptions of the boys' outfits were so delicious that I had to give them life. This fic has made me fall deeper and deeper in love with Dev & Niall

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more than a footnote — read on ao3

DeNiall. 22k words. 4/8 chapters. M. Canon-divergent AU.

"Wistful you say?" "Fucking moony, Niall." "Think he'll be at dinner tonight? We can ask him about it." "Oh," Dev says, and leans towards me until I can smell his warm, spicy cologne, his dark eyes a scheming fire. "I have a much better idea."

Four boys, two sets of roommates. One matchmaking plan that keeps going off the rails. Feelings will get pushed to the surface. Hearts will be exposed.

Or, Dev and Niall suspect Baz is secretly in love with Simon. They decide to do something about it. Falling for each other was never part of the plan.

chapter 4 is now up! 🖤

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It's Wednesday night, and the migraine I've been under since yesterday evening is finally lifting. Fingers crossed it stays away. So many updates today! I look forward to catching up on them all. Thank you for the tags @rimeswithpurple, @monbons, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @hushed-chorus

I'll be posting chapter 4 of more than a footnote sometime over the next couple days. I'm the most excited to share this chapter, and the most nervous. We get to learn more about Dev's backstory in this chap, and ngl it's a bit nervewracking to fill out and present a char to you all that isn't detailed in canon. I don't know why but it feels extra vulnerable. Even so, I'm excited. Because I adore him. When I thought about which snippet to share in advance of chap 4, I knew I wanted to share this bit about Dev. So here he is. 🖤

Dev POV

My father makes Malcolm Grimm look like a deadass softie. My mother cares for nothing except her tennis whites, Christie’s acquisitions, and organising extravagant parties. (Sorry, soirées.) And my brother and sister … I have a few sun-flared memories of strawberry jam on toast, ringlets of inky hair tickling my cheek during naptime, bare toes while searching for tadpoles along the country estate’s creek … and then my siblings got older and left me behind and, well, honestly, fuck them, too. With their perfect jobs and perfect partners and perfect teeth. Didn’t take them long before they were parroting our parents on everything. Too little focus, Dev. Too many boyfriends and girlfriends, Dev. Those shorts are too short, Dev. You never take anything seriously, Dev. I learned very early on that the best way to survive my family is to not care. They can’t hurt you, if you don’t have any shame. 

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It's COBB season! My tbr is piling up, and I couldn't be happier about it. Thanks for the tags today @thewholelemon @monbons @orange-peony @artsyunderstudy and @shrekgogurt. Love love love what you're all working on. 🩵🩵

@shemakesmeforget and I have been working on something pretty cool for COBB, and I'm excited to share later this week. It's a celebrity AU with skateboarder Simon and model + media personality Baz. Here's a little from chapter 1, Baz POV:

I’ve opened the car door, one foot on the pavement, when Niall's hand grasps my arm. “Hey, Baz, don’t go online tonight.” His eyes are molten gold in the gathering dusk, and serious. My stomach drops. “What? Why?” “Just ... avoid Twitter, Insta, Tiktok. Celebrity sites. K?” “You know you’ve just guaranteed me scrolling the second I get inside, right?” My fingers have gone cold. Or, colder than normal. What’s happened? What have I done now? “Bazzy.” Niall’s eyes soften again, and okay maybe there are two people he does that for. “It’s not about you, okay? It’s just ...” He turns to face forward, and I watch an entire cycle of emotions tumble across his face. And then I know. This is about Snow.

Also! Chapter 4 of more than a footnote is finally with betas. This one has been an editing nightmare, so I'm relieved it's in a place to receive feedback. I hope to publish next week but we'll see how it goes! I have no idea what constitutes a spoiler anymore, but something from chapter 3 is referenced in today's snippet, so I'll place under the cut.

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Short update today! Thanks so much to @monbons, @rimeswithpurple, and @artsyunderstudy for the tags.

Chapter 3 of more than a footnote goes live this week. Maybe tomorrow once ao3 is back up, or maybe Tuesday, we'll see. Until then ...

Dev's got a playlist. 🖤

I'm working on a fic playlist, too. And a studying playlist for Niall.

Seven sentences below! Enjoy some pining Dev.

He’s gonna make a fucking epic boyfriend someday. I actually can’t think about it too much because the thought makes me feel like I’m gonna combust. He dated someone briefly this past summer—some barista in central London with super dramatic, dark academia vibes—and I nearly chewed off my tongue whenever Niall mentioned her. The only reason I kept my sanity is ’cos it never really took off. It never got serious.   I want him to be happy, I really do.   I don’t know how I’m gonna survive watching it happen.

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My heart is so dang full from seeing some fandom friends this past weekend. I'm still catching up on sleep but, y'know, worth it.

Chapter 3 of more than a footnote will be posted next week. Here's some fun Dev/Niall/Baz banter from that. I love their friendship so much.

Niall POV

Baz lowers himself into a chair and snatches one of the cups with his long fingers. “I don’t need any of whatever alcohol you’ve smuggled in here,” he says. “Yeah, you do.” Dev withdraws a flask from his jacket’s inner pocket and sloshes it back and forth. “This is a school-sanctioned dance. Booze makes it 110% better. ’Member the winter ball in sixth year?” Baz rolls his eyes, but a smile whispers across his lips. “When Niall and I had to carry you back to Mummers? You sang the whole way across the courtyard. Forever ruined Paramore for me.” “You,” Dev points a finger at Baz, eyebrow notching up, “sang with me.” “And I still firmly state you imagined that.” Dev slides his eyes to me. “Ni, mate, back me up. You heard him.” Now both Pitch cousins are staring at me. I grin behind my cup and wink at Baz. “My own memory is pretty fuzzy.” I’m rewarded with a wicked smile and approving nod from Baz, Good man.  I hold my cup out to Dev. “I do remember you singing in our room that night. Though you had graduated to My Chemical Romance by that point.” “Classic,” Baz says, sing-song. Dev sticks his tongue out at both of us, metal bar glinting neon under the dance floor lights, and then pours a generous amount of vodka into my ginger beer. “We are young,” he says. “We are hot. Why not have as much fun while we can?” Baz lifts a perfect eyebrow at Dev, and accuses, “You started early.” “Fuck yeah I did.” Dev adds the alcohol to his drink and raises the flask once more at Baz. “Fuuuun,” he says, drawing out the word, and waggles his eyebrows.  We both grin when Baz hands over his cup with a shake of his head. “Just this one,” he says. “Of course, cuz.” Vodka is poured, and the flask disappears into Dev’s jacket. “Wouldn’t want to impugn your angsty, brooding vibes.” “That’s not how you use that word,” Baz says with a dainty sip of his drink. “What, vibes?” I snort into my cup.

love love and more love to you all. I'd write more, maybe something charming and eloquent about art and story and community, but I'm truly well-zombified at the moment. y'all rock. mwah. 🖤

thank you for the tag today @rimeswithpurple! np tags under the cut:

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more than a footnote — read on ao3

DeNiall. 6.7k words. 2/8 chapters. M. Canon-divergent AU.

"Wistful you say?" "Fucking moony, Niall." "Think he'll be at dinner tonight? We can ask him about it." "Oh," Dev says, and leans towards me until I can smell his warm, spicy cologne, his dark eyes a scheming fire. "I have a much better idea."

Four boys, two sets of roommates. One matchmaking plan that keeps going off the rails. Feelings will get pushed to the surface. Hearts will be exposed.

Or, Dev and Niall suspect Baz is secretly in love with Simon. They decide to do something about it. Falling for each other was never part of the plan.

it's time for some Dev POV.

chapter 2 is up! read on ao3.

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THANK YOU to everyone that has read, cheered or commented on the first chapter of more than a footnote. It's so much fun to geek over Dev and Niall with you. I'm currently editing chapter 4 and writing chapter 5, so I hope I can publish every two weeks. Fingers crossed!

How about some Dev POV, from chapter 2?

“Extra intel would be nice,” I say. I scan the library tables around us, and my eyes catch on a cloud of indigo hair. “We should ask Bunce.” Niall’s eyes widen. “What? No. Dev, don’t say any— ” “Hey, Bunce!” I call across three tables, ignoring the ten or so people who glare at me. A few even shush. Cute. Bunce’s face goes red, but she makes no move to respond or walk over. “Bunce,” I call again. This time the head librarian frowns and clears his throat. A prim ahem sound. I roll my eyes. He’s a satyr. His hooves make more noise walking around the stacks than any conversation, shouted or otherwise.

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

sending love + wishing you some good this sunday. np tags under the cut:

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