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phantriicks · 9 months
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Gotta ask, is your queue tag perhaps a reference to a certain detective? or is that coincidence?
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trickofheart · 1 year
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yonpote · 2 months
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I'm relatively new to the phandom and have recently starting reading fanfics and it's so incredibly fascinating. Like, in my opinion more than anything else it's a reflection of the phandom itself at any given moment of time.
What were the popular tropes? How did people write them as individuals and their dynamic? What did people know? What didn't they know? What did the writers rightly or wrongly assume? How "ooc" do dnp feel from today's perspective? Which people are picked as "villains" or friends? (funfact about that: the first time I came across a "charlie" mention was very recently after that gamingmas collab with pj and charlie so i assumed they were referring to charlieissocoollike and was so offended on her behalf. took me a while until it clicked)
I've noticed that to be able really understand the fics and not get utterly confused, it's almost always vital to check the date the fics were uploaded and kind of put it into historical context, literary analysis style.
yeah i think fanfic in general will always end up reflecting more on the mindset of the person writing than of the people/characters it's based on. i think whats interesting is that in recent years, now that we have a bit more context with what's going on and perhaps fics being written by grown adults with new life experiences lol, the way people have written dnp has very much changed! i know im the bottomphil rant guy but actually in fic you see a lot more variety wrt positions as well as D/s roles in smut. (shout out to dombottom flatmates!phil) or for a less horny example, you'll see people write dnp in both modern au's and "canon compliant" fics as like, struggling students or living in shit apartments with shit jobs, with mental health problems that ARENT fixed with the power of true love lmao as well as just generally exploring neurodivergence and their dynamic beyond friendship and beyond romance.
honestly whenever i talk abt the tropey stereotypes of days past its not like its something that JUST happened with phan, the Aggressive Masc and the Soft UWU Femme goes as far back as people have been writing about romance. so i think all the relatively recent changes is like, fic writers growing up and having new experiences as well as generally improving at writing, general fandom culture changing as well as Phandom culture specifically changing, dnp changing quite a bit and opening up to their audience, prob other stuff im forgetting but YEAH its all really interesting stuff!
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maddenedbythesstars · 7 months
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just watched love never dies in its entirety (yeah i know. long-time phan and yet i never bothered to watch the whole thing, though obviously i already knew the plot and most of the songs) and omg it's as ridiculous as i expected but not in a ~this makes me so fucking mad~ kind of way. i genuinely had a blast watching this because i couldn't take it seriously and just laughed for half the time. i mean, the music is great (... for the most part), the set and costumes are gorgeous, the cast is talented (anna o'byrne's christine is so ridiculously beautiful and a wonderful singer), the characters are all ooc, the plot resembles a bad wattpad fic written by a 14-year-old, but GOD. the finale. how is the phantom (a mentally unstable and notoriously ruthless man whose beloved has just died in his arms) going to raise gustave??? is raoul (here a gambling addicted alcoholic and probably depressed too - and i can't blame him, his girlfriend had cheated on him with the man who almost killed him and got pregnant with his child, before their marriage!!) going to help somehow or just disappear? like ngl i'd watch the shit out of a "Gustave and his Two Daddies" sitcom. it'd redeem the entirety of lnd
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eisukevint · 2 years
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Fragile
‘He’s not the man you know him to be.’
Pairing: Mitsunari Baba x Reader
Genre: Yandere, Angst
Warnings: mild violence and ig baba ooc?
a/n: @cupidocherie is my saviour. and my favourite proof reader and i love her. and hello im back from the dead people. this idea randomly popped into my head one day and its long asf so here ya go.
tags: @leoamber66 @flatsuke @magicalmagehimiko @neerons @/my phans
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“Is that really what you want?”
The petrified female watched as the scene of the psychological horror turned ghastly and the greenhouse was set on fire. She was aware that she wasn’t in the right state of mind to watch such things but she needed something to get her mind off things, rather someone.
A distant bang in the quiet night freaked her a little and she jumped in her seat on the couch. She swung her head away from the movie she was watching, a movie that was supposed to be a distraction. She gazed out of the large windows in her solemn house to find the source of the sound but the only thing she could see were the dark, towering trees. Her house, her parent’s vacation house, was stranded from life, far in the deepest woods. Hearing noises was not unusual, but this was different, and it sparked curiosity in her. She wanted to find out but it was like her body wasn’t obeying her despite her mind reasoning logically to make sure she was safe. 
Just as she thought against it, she noticed the forgotten coffee mug, previously warm, in her hand. Heaving a sigh, she got up and made her way to the kitchen when she heard it again. This time, however, it was closer than before. She felt something that she hadn’t felt in a while, pure fear. She peeked through the drawn blinds and then she saw it. The silhouette of a man. She immediately felt a sense of deja vu. 
Stumbling backwards, the mug slipped from her hand and broke into several sharp fragments when it made contact with the maple wood floor. 
An audible gasp escaped her mouth. ‘This isn’t really happening, is it?’ 
Just as she was debating with herself, the doorbell rang, like the very first time she met him.
Paying no mind to the shards of broken mug on the floor, she tiptoed to the front door, eyes bloodshot and hands sweaty. What she didn’t expect was the vacant porch when she peered through the peephole.
“I know you’re here, (Y/N). I just wanna see my precious girl, won’t you let me in?” The voice was no more than a familiar whisper to her and she recognised it instantly. There’s no way she wouldn’t. She felt her blood run cold. Frozen to the spot, she blankly stared at the door when a knock was heard. Not the door, but the window. Another wave of shivers swirled through her body, then again a moment of silence.
“You won’t just leave me hanging like this, now would you? Come on, let me in,” But he was already in. The voice was close - dangerously close. She knew it was coming from inside the house.
Something in her hazy mind snapped and she dashed to the safety of her room. She climbed up the stairs hastily, taking three steps at a time. Tears of frustration, humility, uncertainty and woe dripped down her flushed cheeks as she slammed the door behind her and locked it. 
“My dear, lovely (Y/N), hiding won’t do you any good…” The man pronounced again as he took the first step of the stairs, a sinister grin playing on his chiselled face.
There she was, in the closet, clutching a multifunction knife in her trembling hands. The knife he gave her.
“Listen to me, (Y/N). I’m aware I can’t be with you at all times and because of me, your life is constantly in danger. I can’t stand to see you hurt, my love. So please, promise me, if you ever feel like someone’s threatening you and I'm not there, ask the guys for help. They’ll be more than happy to help out. You’re their favourite maid, you know?” Winking, he grabbed the frail girl’s hand.
“Mitsu, I know, I believe you and I love you so much. No matter what happens, I'll always love you. Now and forever.” They shared a kiss under the moonlight and all of a sudden, Baba pulled out something from his jacket pocket. A multifunction knife to be precise and placed it in her hands. “What am I gonna do with this? Stab Erika?” 
“I mean, no one said you couldn’t. Anyway, it’s for you to fend off bad guys. No stabbing Erika if you don’t want to spend a good few years in jail. And besides, I've had this on me for as long as I can remember. It’s one of my most prized possessions and it’s yours now.” 
She never thought that she’d ever use it against Mitsunari himself. It was too much for her to handle. That’s when she heard a bang. 
“Come out come out, (Y/N)! You can’t hide from me forever,”
Despite the hot stuffiness inside the closet, cold sweat trickled down her back. She hoped that it was just a bad dream. That she would wake up in her bed, birds chirping in the broad daylight as the day brings about a streak of happiness in her dreary life. But it was happening and she was sure she wouldn’t be able to escape this. 
She flinched when she heard the door of her room slam open. 
“There you are!” The fedora wearing man said cheerfully upon entering the room and clicked his tongue when his ex-girlfriend was nowhere in sight.
“Come on, (Y/N). You know I'm not in the mood to play hide and seek with you.” She could hear him pacing around the room in search of her, the familiar clacking of his leather shoes on the wooden floor. He used to do that quite often when he was lost in thought, pace around his penthouse suite when something troubled him. However the footsteps got closer and she knew he was in the bathroom when she heard another doorknob being turned. She shuddered, keeping her breathing at a minimum in fear of him finding out her hiding location.
“Hm, not here either. Guess I'll see in the opposite room.” 
She released a sigh of relief when she thought the male was gone, but jerked when the door of the vanity unit was opened violently. 
“Aw, I didn’t know you’re so petite! How did you manage to fit in there, my love?” 
She couldn’t reply, all she could hear was the thumping of her heart against her chest, afraid it’ll burst right out. 
“Are you so happy to see me that you’re at a loss for words?” There it was, that smirk. “Come on out, you’ll hurt your head in there.” He said as he got up from his crouching position on the bathroom floor. 
She didn’t want to, so why did her body comply to his words and not her own? The pocket knife was still tightly clutched in her slender hands, her eyes wide and breathing ragged. Mitsunari gazed at her petrified face, expectantly.
“Wh-Why are you here, Baba?” She managed to choke out those words and raised her eyes to his face. The face she loved waking up to every morning. It felt so foreign to her now.
“Damn, the last time I checked, we were on first name basis.” He feigned mock innocence and clutched his jacket where his heart was pulsating.
“Why are you here?” She asked again, with a bit more stability to her tone.
He chuckled despite himself and swiftly grabbed a fist full of the young female’s hair on the back of her head.
“‘Why’, you ask? I know you know I love you too much to be away from you. You made me so lonely for the past three months, (Y/N). Do you realise how worried I was when I couldn't find you anywhere? Who knew you’d be here of all places. You managed to hide really well from me!” His forceful grip tightened and she closed her eyes in pain.
“Who told you I'm here, Baba?” She was sure that no one except Ota knew of her location. So how did he-
“Ah, you underestimate me, my love. Besides, Lupin knows everything.” With that, he winked at her. His signature wink. If she wasn’t in this perilous situation, she would’ve admitted that she missed his teasing wink. But she was more curious about how he got here. There was no way he could’ve known even if he was a master thief and Ota wouldn’t rat her out.
“But how- I mean, that’s not possible.”
“I’m offended that you would rather depend on Ota than me, pretty lady. He wouldn’t even budge and refused to tell me about your whereabouts even when he knew I was distraught with you. Alas, he was a very good man. I genuinely considered him my best friend.” Considered?
“Wh-What do you mean, Baba?” The crack in my voice was painfully obvious and I noticed something on Baba’s off-white neck tie that I didn’t before. A patch of red.
Blood.
No. She refused to believe it. He didn’t- he couldn’t.
“He had the audacity to call my girlfriend his koro. But he’s not an obstacle in our lives anymore. It’s been settled. No one can bother us now.” His face took on a more satisfied form.
What is he saying- Ota can’t be dead. He just can’t. But the look in Baba’s eyes said otherwise and for the second time in the past five years, she didn’t recognise the man in front of her. That’s when a familiar memory played in her mind,
“Baba’s not the man you know him to be.” The petite woman turned to look at Eisuke when he addressed her after she finished telling the auction managers about a date Mitsunari took her on the day before.
“What do you mean, Mr. Ichinomiya?” Confused, she cocked her head to the side.
“Do you really believe a man like that would genuinely care? Baba knows how to deceive someone better than any man in this room. He’s constantly wearing a mask, a facade.” This time, it was Soryu who spoke up. “We’ve known him longer than you have. We’re not saying this to ruin your relationship with him or something, but be wary. He’s a nightmare dressed like a daydream,” That was the most amount of words she had Soryu speak at a time but she realised that no one denied his statement.
Is this what Eisuke and Soryu meant? Was it her that let it get this far?
Another stream of fresh, hot tears flowed down her cheeks.
“What happened to us, Baba? When did we become like this?” She wasn’t sure if she’s asking herself or the manic man in front of her. At that moment, she saw it. Every single moment she spent with him. Him making her pasta when she was tired. Kissing each other goodbye when she left for her work. Holding each other when either of them felt insecure. The list was never-ending.
She kept zoning in and out of reality when she thought about him gradually changing. Coming home late, speaking rather harshly with her, frequent mood swings. Hell, she even smelled another woman’s scent on him. She only kept quiet about it for the sake of her relationship with the said man. It wasn’t that bad when he started calling her names. Sure, she was surprised that Baba of all people would do that. Dismissing it as him just having a bad day. But that’s when it started getting worse. Toxic possession ignited in Baba. Controlling what she could wear and what she couldn’t. Friends she was allowed to meet, what she could eat, to the point where she wasn’t even allowed to see the bidders. That wasn’t the Baba she knew.
She had confronted him about it one night, eerily similar to this one. Baba had just gotten to the penthouse from God knows where. She wanted- no, needed to know why he was being this way. Maybe it was impulsive, but Baba found the woman, his girlfriend, severely annoying when she questioned him about his behaviour for the past four months and he did what she never in a million years imagined he would do. He raised his hand and it clashed with (Y/N)’s left cheek, causing her to reel back and fall flat on her butt. But that’s not what appalled her. It was Baba’s blank face with not a trace of remorse on it. And he left. He left her there bawling her eyes out which led her to seek help from Ota — the second closest person to her after Baba.
“Shh, don’t cry. I know how you must feel. It’ll be alright. It will be just us from now on. You don’t need to worry about anything. Just let it go, my love.” Strange, in that moment, his voice was soft. It was the same voice he used to lull her to sleep. She would be lying if she said she hadn’t missed it. She recalled the first time she met. It was in this very house.
“Hold up, I'm coming! Jeez, it’s like 2 a.m. right now, who the hell is so impatient?” She grumbled as she peeked through the peephole and sceptically opened the front door.
“Um, who are you?” She queried the stranger as he turned around, his silky brown hair tousled by the wind. His leg appeared to be wounded, his pants wet with his own blood as he sat there on the step.
“Do you happen to have a first aid box?”
This was it. She couldn’t take it anymore. She needed answers. The past three months tormented her enough.
“Why?” She raised her head properly for the first time that night and gazed into his auburn eyes.
“Hm?”
“Why did you hit me that night? Why did you stop talking about things with me? You knew how much I cared about you. How much I loved you! Do you have any idea how devastated I was when you raised your hand against me? That wasn’t the Baba I knew! The Baba I knew was kind, sweet, clumsy and the biggest dork. Please, tell me. Where did it all go awry?” Tears continued to roll down her cheeks like hot streams.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you, pretty lady. Why would a gentleman do that? You know I love you! I was just having a bad night, that’s all.” The man in front of her provided explanations but that’s not what she wanted to know.
“I saw your face that night, Baba. You looked at me as if I was a pest. You called me a whore, a stupid maid. You bastard, for all I know, you cheated on me too!” The words echoed off the bathroom walls. She was struggling to catch her breath when she realised it had gotten eerily quiet. She didn’t expect the face she was met with when she looked up.
Baba’s face was devoid of any emotion. However his eyes had a sinister glint in them. Something she came to fear in the course of a few months. He savagely grabbed her hair again and pushed her head back, staring intensely into her eyes.
“Bastard, huh? When did you learn to talk back like that? If you hadn’t been such a meddlesome bitch, I never would have hit you. I knew leaving you alone with the other guys was a mistake. Seems like they had a really bad influence on you. I will settle scores with them when I take you back and claim you as mine again, my love.”
She felt like her hair would be ripped off from her head. All she could do was helplessly stare back into his eyes as he caressed her cheek. This was it. Her strength left her body, the incidents of the night came crashing on her body and her body threatened to give up on her. She was done running away when the outcome was gonna be the same no matter what she did. Her mind was shutting down as she succumbed to his touch.
If I keep running away I'm gonna hurt the people around me.
Giving into temptation, her eyes fluttered close.
This is gonna be an endless cycle so I might as well stop it.
She felt a pair of firm arms wrap around her frail limp body right before she hit the ground and she heard the thief say in the softest, most soothing voice she had never heard before,
“It’s okay, we’ll be together from now on forever. No one will be able to seek us out. We’ll live without any restraints. Who do we even need besides each other anyway, right, my love?”
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bish-plz-haha · 1 month
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WRITING PROMPTS (FAIR GAME)
I have so many writing prompts just kinda sitting around that I'm probably never going to get to.
SO
I've decided I'm going to post them on here and let ya'll have your way with them. (I'll add to this post on the bottom the links of all the prompts I post—which might be the ship or just a number or something. I cant decide yet.)
INSIGHT: They range from anime (Haikyuu and Bungou Stray Dogs, and Attack On Titan being the main ones) to Harry Potter and The Maze Runner to even Good Omens. Some are also original stories.
The fandom ones (which is most) are shipfics and more likely than not OOC, so if you don't like it: kindly move along.
But, as previously stated, I know I'm probably never going to use them or get around to them, so I thought I'd help out my fellow fanfic community (and even if I do, it's not going to be the same as someone else's story more likely than not so I dont see any harm 🤷‍♂️ plus, sharing is caring right? Lmao). I might also post them on AO3 too. I'm debating.
ANYWAY
I have, like, whole stories kinda (= being halfway/barely) planned out and some that are just like, pieces of a story or like a paragraph of something, so those are the kinds of prompts I got. Not the usual kind but, hey, if you wanna use it the way it is, cool. If you wanna change it up, also cool. You do you.
DISCLAIMER: I only ask that you reblog or like a post if you use a prompt AND that you tag me in whatever you post (Tumblr [user: bish-plz-haha] or AO3 [user: Myneighbourtodoro_ki] or wattpad [user: phan-dom]) so I can read the marvellous things you create (bc I couldn't do it myself).
Am I setting myself up for jealousy and envy? Yep. Do I care? No. Will I care later? Probably not.
An example (WHICH IS ALSO FAIR GAME):
Dazai and Chuuya are in the port mafia, and they do gay and be crimes. And they get into a shootout with the police (they get fed up with the port mafia), and dazai gets shot and killed. "So, dazai," Chuuya thought, "you finally get your wish. You are finally at the brink of death. So why don't you just slip over that edge. Why hold on?" With his last breath, Dazai whispers, "I love you forever." He finally goes limp in Chuuya's arms.
HAPPY WRITING!
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takecver · 4 years
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//-Time to finally sit down and figure out my tags. Really should’ve done that sooner ajbsckasxa. Tag dump!
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the-institute-rpg · 2 years
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➤ MEET EVRAN: 771, PROFESSOR, MIMIC
Full Name: Evran Kadri Sahip Nickname(s): None Pronouns: He/Him Birthday: March 15, 1250 Age: 771 Status: Professor Subject: Language Studies, English, Arabic Species: Mimic Special Powers: Telekinesis Sexuality: Heterosexual I am a: Dominant I want a: Any Turn-Ons: TPE, sensory play, dirty talk, orgasm control and denial, edging, high protocol Turn-Offs: Non-con, bathroom play, children
➤ BIOGRAPHY
The Ides of March. An inauspicious day in history marked by blood and betrayal. And in a way, those very same ideals were what ushered Evran into the world. As with most traditional Mimic communes, Evran had to fight with his podmates for survival, going so far as to eat one of them within days of his birth. This trend continued until Evran developed his first persona and was sent away to learn what he could about being a Mimic and gaining control over his abilities. During this time Evran discovered he was telekinetic, accidentally hurling the furniture across the room during what equated to a teenage tantrum. He was sent to a different family to better learn how to control his newly developed abilities as well. This new family was unique in another way however; they did not adhere to the cutthroat way that traditional Mimic families raised and taught children. While he was there, Evran learned to temper his natural tendencies with a gentler; creating something like an iron fist sheathed in a satin glove.
While living with his new family Evran discovered he had both a passion and a talent for learning languages. This passion first pushed him to go to school and get his degrees first in linguistics and then every language they offered. Taking his degrees out into the world, he often stayed in remote places for decades at a time, learning the local languages until he could pass for a native speaker. Settling down in Moscow for a while, Evran was approached to guide a young Mimic who had a telekinetic gift herself. Thus began Evran's first foray into teaching, mentoring the young Sofiya as she learned to use her gifts. Once satisfied that she could control herself, they began to travel, eventually settling in Germany for a time. This placed them in the middle of a conflict between local Mimic and Witch communities. Evran was no stranger to conflict, not with his upbringing, but after the war had ended he needed to get out on his own for a while.
During his travels, Evran continued his habit of learning the languages of the locals, becoming utterly fascinated with each new society he met. When he was traveling earlier in his life, he often heard stories from the communities about how their sacred objects and artifacts were stolen from them. Feeling for their plight, Evran became something of a Robin Hood art thief, using his abilities to steal the items back and return them to their proper owners. This habit eventually caused Evran to run afoul of a particularly persistent criminal organization that was determined to make him pay, chasing him for decades.
Looking for a place to hide out, Evran came to the attention of another criminal ringleader, Edward Doung Phan. For the two of them, the enemy of my enemy was my friend. In exchange for using his expertise in languages to tutor his daughters, Edward would give Evran somewhere to hide. This brought him into contact with Isabel and Carmen, where he tutored them for about 20 years. After Carmen's passing, Edward asked Evran to go to the Institute to keep an eye on Isabel while she gained vital life experience.
➤ PERSONALITY
✚ Empathetic, intelligent, adventurous ▬ Impulsive, prideful, self-indulgent
➤ ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS
Sofiya Voeikov
Isabel Hai Phan
➤ FACE CLAIM & OOC INFO
Evran's faceclaims are Can Yaman & Henry Simmons. // Frank, 36, He/Him, CST
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brckenscvls · 4 years
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𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙨'𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧! 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧, 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚! 𝙃𝙄𝘼𝙒𝘼𝙏𝙃𝘼 !
for the first timers or for the ones coming back, camp hiawatha is happy to welcome you for the summer ! 
please refers to our cabin assignments to check where you will spend for the next few weeks and after unpacking join us at the bonfire to start our first night celebrations !
camp hiawatha can’t wait to make this a summer full of happy memories for our campers and counselors ! so lets leave the problems at the door and start having fun and never forget, when you’re feeling down 𝘾𝘼𝙈𝙋 𝙃𝙄𝘼𝙒𝘼𝙏𝙃𝘼 is here for you !
𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬. 
a chill discord / tumblr  group verse about a group of people who in this summer decided to become a camp hiawatha counselor. the verse follows these characters in hopes of development and focuses on their relationships with the other counselors. there will be different events to keep things interesting but the main point of this verse is having fun with your muses.
𝗚𝗨𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦. 
your usual no godmodding and no ooc drama, even if ic drama is highly encouraged, muns and muses should be +18 considering this a group about camp counselors ! please be as active as you can be, either on discord or tumblr !!
you are allowed to take up to two muses, but make sure to keep them diverse !
and for the time being this is a mutuals only group, thank you !
𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡.
( fc, gender, pronouns ) oh my, is that NAME LASTNAME that i saw walking in a cabin this morning? i heard that’s the NUMBER time they are a counselor and that they are very TRAIT ! the AGE IN LETTERS years old is known to be constantly FAVE CAMP ACTIVITY, can’t wait to see what the LABEL will do this summer. ( mun name/alias. tmz. @url )
𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗦. ( 16 / 18 muns )
( sabrina carpenter, cis female, she/her ) oh my, is that ANDI BAKER that i saw walking in a cabin this morning? i heard that’s the SECOND time they are a counselor and that they are very ECCENTRIC ! the TWENTY-TWO years old is known to be constantly DRAWING AT THE CRAFTS CABIN, can’t wait to see what the BOHEMIAN will do this summer. ( jules. gmt-3. @brckenscvls ) 
( madelyn cline, cis female, she / her ) oh my, is that LYLA BAILEY that i saw walking in a cabin this morning? i heard that’s the THIRD time they are a counselor and that they are very SOCIABLE ! the TWENTY-ONE years old is known to be constantly PADDLE BOARDING, can’t wait to see what the CONTINGENT will do this summer. ( nora. est. @glcssed )
( cindy kimberly, cisfemale, she / her ) oh my, is that VALERIA RAVANI that i saw walking in a cabin this morning? i heard that’s the THIRD time they are a counselor and that they are very VIVACIOUS ! the TWENTY-ONE years old is known to be constantly MAKING MACARONI NECKLACES, can’t wait to see what the BENEVOLENT will do this summer.  ( leesh. pst. @wearyhands​ )
( jacob elordi, cismale, he / him ) oh my, is that THEODORE RICHARDS that i saw walking in a cabin this morning? i heard that’s the FOURTH time they are a counselor and that they are very DEBONAIR ! the TWENTY-TWO years old is known to be constantly CANON-BALLING INTO THE LAKE, can’t wait to see what the CONCILIATORY will do this summer. ( leesh. pst. @wearyhands )
( kennedy walsh, cis female, she/her ) oh my, is that JOHANNA MARX that i saw walking in a cabin this morning? i heard that’s the THIRD time they are a counselor and that they are very CONSIDERATE ! the TWENTY year old is known to be constantly SWIMMING IN THE LAKE, can’t wait to see what the PHILANTHROPIST will do this summer. ( ava. pst. @rosewatcrs​ )
( madison iseman, cisfemale, she / her ) oh my, is that SUTTON RHODES that i saw walking in a cabin this morning? i heard that’s the INFINITITH time they are a counselor and that they are very C00L ! the IMMORTAL years old is known to be constantly CAMPING, can’t wait to see what the GIRL will do this summer. ( kelpy. pst. @foolsongs )
( jack gilinsky , cismale , he/him ) oh my, is that ROWLAND FORD that i saw walking in a cabin this morning? i heard that’s the SECOND time they are a counselor and that they are very FLIRTATIOUS ! he TWENTY – TWO year old is known to be constantly PULLING PRANKS ON THE OTHER COUNSELORS , can’t wait to see what the DIRTBAG will do this summer. ( chey. pst. @mclodrma )
( savannah montano, cisfemlae , she/her ) oh my, is that LILIANE DOVECOTE that i saw walking in a cabin this morning? i heard that’s the THIRD time they are a counselor and that they are very FLIGHTY ! the TWENTY – ONE year old is known to be constantly PADDLEBOARDING ON THE LAKE , can’t wait to see what the SACCHARINE will do this summer. ( chey. pst. @mclodrma )
( isabella mathers, cisfemale, she/her ) oh my, is that MARISSA VANDERBILT that i saw walking in a cabin this morning? i heard that’s the FIRST time they are a counselor and that they are very HIGH MAINTENANCE ! the TWENTY - ONE years old is known to be constantly MAKING FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS, can’t wait to see what the PRINCESS will do this summer. ( gracie. cst. @heavensighed. )
( lana condor, cis female, she/her ) oh my, is that KEELY PHAN that i saw walking in a cabin this morning? i heard that’s the SECOND time they are a counselor and that they are very BUBBLY ! the TWENTY ONE year old is known to be constantly MAKING FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS, can’t wait to see what the MAGNET will do this summer. ( del. pst. @hctknife )
( wolfgang novogratz, cis male, he / him ) oh my, is that GENTRY MORRIS that i saw walking in a cabin this morning? i heard that’s the THIRD time they are a counselor and that they are very WINSOME ! the TWENTY-TWO years old is known to be constantly SNEAKING OUT AFTER LIGHTS OUT, can’t wait to see what the REVELER will do this summer. ( a. mst. @ladygenie )
( michael evans behling, cis male, he/him ) oh my, is that VICTOR SANDERS that i saw walking in a cabin this morning? i heard that’s the SECOND time they are a counselor and that they are very VENTURESOME ! the TWENTY-TWO years old is known to be constantly TELLING SPOOKY STORIES BY THE CAMPFIRE, can’t wait to see what the ICARIAN will do this summer. ( ron. gmt -3. @mythvlogie )
( addison rae, cisfemale, she/her ) oh my, is that KENNEDY FLORES that i saw walking in a cabin this morning? i heard that’s the THIRD time they are a counselor and that they are very EXUBERANT ! the TWENTY ONE year old is known to be constantly doing ARTS AND CRAFTS, can’t wait to see what the SACCHARINE will do this summer. ( lauryn. cst. @shjningstars ) 
( harry styles, cis male, he/him ) oh my, is that ALFIE FOLKWORTH that i saw walking in a cabin this morning? i heard that’s the THIRD time they are a counselor and that they are very DIPLOMATIC ! the TWENTY-ONE years old is known to be constantly WRITING LITTLE NOTES FOR EVERYONE ON THE LAST DAY, can’t wait to see what the SALUBRIOUS will do this summer.  ( barbie. gmt-3. @sncflwers​ ) 
( bruna marquezine, cis female, she/her ) oh my, is that CLARA DOS SANTOS that i saw walking in a cabin this morning? i heard that’s the FOURTH time they are a counselor and that they are very METICULOUS ! the TWENTY-TWO years old is known to be constantly TEACHING DANCE CLASSES, can’t wait to see what the HELLCAT will do this summer. ( barbie. gmt-3. @sncflwers​ )
( charles melton, cismale, he/him ) oh my, is that REECE WOLFE that i saw walking in a cabin this morning? i heard that’s the FIRST time they are a counselor and that they are very FELICIFIC ! the TWENTY ONE year old is known to be constantly doing RELAY RACES , can’t wait to see what the GREGARIOUS will do this summer. ( hanna. est. @stainedful ) 
( olivia o’brien, cis female, she/her ) oh my, is that JAMIELYN FRAZIER that i saw walking in a cabin this morning? i heard that’s the THIRD time they are a counselor and that they are very ADVENTUROUS! the TWENTY ONE year old is known to be constantly SINGING BY THE CAMPFIRE, can’t wait to see what the HALCYON will do this summer. ( ivy. gmt. @swcctpeas )
( rudy pankow, cismale, he/him ) oh my, is that CREW COLLINS that i saw walking in a cabin this morning? i heard that’s the THIRD time they are a counselor and that they are very PERSUASIVE ! the TWENTY - ONE years old is known to be constantly SNEAKING INTO THE WOODS TO GET HIGH, can’t wait to see what the MISCREANT will do this summer. ( gracie. cst. heavensighed. )
( scarlett leithold, cis female, she/her ) oh my, is that ROSALIE JENKINS that i saw walking in a cabin this morning? i heard that’s the SECOND time they are a counselor and that they are very PASSIONATE ! the TWENTY TWO years old is known to be constantly MAKING S’MORES BY THE CAMPFIRE, can’t wait to see what the FERVOUR will do this summer. ( bela. gmt-3. @drunkenloved )
( emilija baranac, cisfemale, she/her ) oh my, is that SERRA LEWIS that i saw walking in a cabin this morning? i heard that’s the THIRD time they are a counselor and that they are very CANDID ! the TWENTY-TWO years old is known to be constantly HANGING BY THE LAKE WITH TOES DIPPED INTO THE WATER, can’t wait to see what the DILIGENT will do this summer. ( holly, gmt+8, @frgilebones )
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shadowfallshqs · 4 years
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(lana condor, 23, cisgendered female, pansexual, human) Oh, look, (LYLA PHAN) finally showed up in Shadowfalls. (SHE) has lived here (ONE MONTH) and works as a/an (PHOTOJOURNALISM STUDENT/FIRE AND BRIMSTONE WAITRESS). Everyone says they are (RELIABLE & PATIENT), but if you cross them they can be (SOFT-SPOKEN & INTROVERTED). When you think of (LYLA), you think of (CHIPPED NAIL POLISH, OVERSIZED SWEATERS, and EMPTY STARBUCKS CUPS). (ooc: penny, 25, she/her, est, n/a)
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Welcome to Shadowfalls, LYLA PHAN! I’m sure you’ll fit right in. Make sure to complete the checklist once all of your bags are unpacked. Don’t take too long or you’ll miss out on everything the city has to offer. 
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thevoilinauttheory · 5 years
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Very OOC
( and unless you’re looking for restaurants in Orlando, you should probably keep scrolling. In response to you @fair-fae - here is a list, as the reply box would probably scream at me if I tried to type this all there  sorry for the late response as well, I had to finish up my roulettes /cry )
My favorite, by far, is Soupa Saiyan - a DBZ themed noodle shop. It’s super small, with somewhat limited seating, but you don’t have to call in advanced or anything. It’s just a little cramped. But everyone is incredibly nice, the food is amazing, and really large portions too (so I’d recommend bringing someone to share with if you don’t think you can finish it yourself ). 5689 Vineland Rd, Orlando, FL 32819 - Their hours are a little wonky too. They open at noon each day, but I think they take an hour break around 2 or 3 for lunch. 
The Cloak and Blaster is a nerdy pub with some pretty good bar food, and amazing drinks - if that’s your thing. At around... 7? Every Thursday, is a trivia night (so I guess that’s something to do, too!). It’s 18+ only after 8pm, but they have a lounge full of board games and video games for everyone to share and play. They have events lined up as well! But they are closed on Mondays, just a forewarn. 875 Woodbury Rd, Ste 108, Orlando, FL 32828
Cafe Tu Tu Tango is like a... Spanish and Greek fusion? That’s like, the best description I have for it. They’ve got live entertainment and support local artists by allowing the artists to both sell and display their artwork in the building. (And hey, if you’ve ever wanted to try gator, it’s on the menu). The meals are like... shareable appetizer-styles, so you don’t have to worry too much about big portions. 8625 International Drive, Orlando, Florida 32819 - They’re open pretty late, and also have brunches, so if you’re an early bird or a night owl, they’ll likely be open for you.
Sweet tooth? Better Than Sex is a dessert restaurant, literally all they serve are desserts and alcohol. It’s mostly a date night attraction, but look, if you’re craving a good cheesecake or espresso and ladyfingers, it doesn’t matter. Get a fuckin’ cake my dude, it’s good. Also their entire menu are innuendos and sex puns, and for an immature mind like mine, it’s fun to look at. 1905 N. Orange Ave, Orlando, FL 32804  - They’re closed Mondays and Tuesdays, and they open at 6pm until midnight every other night. Reservations are heavily suggested, especially on weekends. But I’d say it’s pretty worth it. It is an 18+ only establishment, as probably guessed.
Keke’s is a Florida only business chain, that serves breakfast and brunch. If you’re familiar with places like that, you’ll know they open pretty early around 6 or 7am, and close in the early afternoon around 2pm. But their pancakes are amazing, and I’d highly recommend going at least once. There are a lot of them in Orlando, so the link will have the hours of every location - just to find the closest one to you.
Okay, okay... it’s not a restaurant. But if you haven’t been to Twistee Treat, you need to go now. It’s like one of those ice cream places that once you have a taste, you’ll probably end up going back every fuckin day until you leave - then crave for ice cream as good as it, and never finding it wherever you live. (It was the same for me and Dutch Bros. here - once you have their coffee, there’s no going back to any other place). It’s literally just an outdoor ice cream stand - and if you don’t know what to get, you honestly cannot go wrong with a chocolate-vanilla twist in a cake cone. This is also one with a lot of locations around Florida (and while they have some in Houston, it’s a FL business). So the link to their website will have the locations closest to where you are.
If you’re in Universal - the Universal Studios City Walk has a lot of unique restaurants for you to visit. Granted, they’ll be a bit pricier, but there’s a few there you shouldn’t miss out on.  And if you’re in Disney, Disney Springs (once known as Downtown Disney), has *a lot* of restaurants, things to do, and stores. Cirque du Soleil is there as well, if you haven’t seen it yet. It’ll be a little bit confusing to just jump in, so I recommend a map first before going.
There’s probably a lot of others to see, but these are the ones I can recommend off the top of my head. @yiff-yiff-for-phan maaayy have more? Frendo, if you recall anything from Orlando that I don’t, that’d be helpful.
Now if you need help for Tampa, Sarasota, Jacksonville, St. Augustine, Ocala, or Fort Myers/Cape Coral - I am your guy! So if you don’t mind travel outside of Orlando, I can definitely help there!
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phantriicks · 1 year
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LETSSSSS GOOOOO WE WINNING HERE FOLKS can't wait to replay ghost trick
OOC. Anon this was my exact reaction to seeing the news
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Hey Tay, I would love it if you wrote a fic of Royality and the prompt "Your safe here because the sun never sets here
Hey Damion! I shall do my very best. Patton and Roman are the two most difficult sides for me to write so I apologize if this is OOC! Also, sorry this is so late!
The Sun Never Sets
Pairing: Royality (can be read as platonic or romantic)
Warnings: Talk of nightmares, panic attack (if there are any others that I missed, please let me know)
Summary: Patton has a nightmare, and who better to protect him from the dangers that lurk in the dark than a dashing prince?
Moonlight filtered through the blinds covering Roman’s open window, spilling onto the floor in a pool of shimmering silver. The gentlest of breezes blew through the room and brushed across the sleeping creative side’s cheek. His face twitched ever so slightly but the man remained asleep. Serenity coated his features as vivid images danced through his never-stilling mind. His brow furrowed, however, when he sensed a darkness clouding the edges of his unconscious. Fierce brown eyes snapped open and the prince summoned his sword as he leapt from his bed. There was a foe somewhere within the mindscape. Somewhere within the dreams of his companions. As the keeper of Thomas’ dreams, it was his responsibility to slay the beasts that corrupted the whimsical fantasies he crafted. There would be no nightmares this evening. Not on his watch.
Roman stalked down the hallway, his sword at the ready. His first stop, Virgil’s bedroom. More often than not, when there were nightmares, they originated from the emo’s room. But when he silently pushed open the door, there Virgil was. His bangs were plastered messily across his face as he lay in what looked like an incredibly uncomfortable position, but he was indeed sleeping quite peacefully for once. The ghost of a smile tugged at Roman’s lips as he gently closed the door and resumed his search. Next up, Patton. A short while ago, he wouldn’t have even considered that their perpetual ray of sunshine could ever spark a nightmare but after their exploration of the father figure’s room, his eyes were opened to just how much Patton hid.
Roman needed to show him that he never had to hide ever again.
As he approached the moral side’s door, he nearly froze in his tracks at the sound of muffled sobbing. Newly motivated, he rushed toward the room, his sword vanishing as he did so. This was not a situation where bursting through the door swinging a sword would do much good. Ignoring the ice that was seemingly flowing through his veins, pushing through the fear that pulsed through his body, Roman twisted his hand and flung the door open.
Stepping into Patton’s room, the prince was shocked to find himself enveloped in a darkness so complete that the dim light from the hallway seemed to evaporate once it passed the doorframe.
“Patton?” Roman called into the void, unsure of how much the nightmare was distorting the dimensions of the room. The sobbing, which had abruptly stopped when the door opened, began again.
“Ro-roman?” Patton’s whimper came from somewhere to the prince’s right. Roman made his way farther into the room, his boots clicking loudly against the seemingly wooden floors. It wasn’t like he could see them anyway.
“Patton, I need you to keep talking darling, I cannot see in here. Where are you?”
“I-I’m on my bed, I think you’re to my left? Keep-um, keep…” the fatherly figure paused momentarily, a shaky breath echoing through the silence, “keep walking forward.”
Roman pressed onwards, following the sound of Patton’s frightened voice. Suddenly, his knee struck a soft surface and he stumbled, collapsing onto the moral side’s bed. Patton gasped at the sudden movement and the prince struggled to right himself.
“Hey Padre, can I touch you?” He asked softly. After a moment, the frightened side gave a noise of assent. Roman slowly reached out and brushed his fingers against his companion’s arm. The uncontrollable trembling of the man next to him struck concern into his very core. Patton quickly flung himself into Roman’s arms, tears streaming down his face and soaking the prince’s clothes. Roman knew that Patton could not stay in this room at this particular moment and, gathering the shaking man into his arms, sunk the two of them out of the darkness.
Sunshine struck his eyes, creating patches of brilliant light that danced across his vision. Blinking against the sudden brightness, he looked around at their new surroundings within his realm. Rolling hills covered in lush grass stretched as far as the eye could see. Patches of stunning flowers dotted the hillsides with splashes of bright red and pale blue. The sun was directly overhead, unmoving in the neverending sky. The gentle breeze rustling through the grass was the only sound.
It was beautiful.
“Patton? Do you want to talk about what happened?” Roman interrupted the near-silence, his voice low as he continued to cradle the other man in his arms.
“It was so dark Roman. I couldn’t-I couldn’t see anything and…and…I hated it so much Roman I was so scared! I could feel a presence in the dark but no matter what I did…I couldn’t see them and I’m still so scared.” The moral side sobbed, his breath coming in short, quick gasps. The prince remained silent, slowly running his hand up and down Patton’s back while they sat in the grass. After a long moment of comfortable silence, during which Patton’s breathing began to even out, Roman spoke.
“Patton, you’re safe. I promise you. You’re safe here because here, the sun never sets. You never have to be in the dark again. Not if I have anything to say about it.”
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General Writing Taglist: @virgil-my-diamond @ajdraws0430
Fanders Blog: @fandersfic-royality
Romantic Royality Taglist: 
@pandagirl0730
@nyxwordsmith@starlightlogan@logan-exe@potterlover394@logically-sided@kentato-kenart@deathbyvenusftw@siriuswhiskers@milomeepit@thepusheenqueen@funsizedgremlin@katesattic@johnnyboylaurens@multi-fandom-trash-x9000@trashypansexual@poundland-twoface@deadinsidebutliving@purpleshipper@saphirestrike@inkwasalwaysherere@allthemetalsoftherainbow@ashbash-the-trashcash@minamishipsit@catsandrandomness@too-precious-to-process@depressed-alone@silversunshine2012@k9cat@romanssippycup@paxtonlovestea@voices-and-stardust@starry-eyed-haiku-dreamer@asalwayss@angeliclogan@AskolotlQuestions@vulnerablevirgil@micha-like-you-find-in-rocks@urtrashhq@katatles-the-fish@migraine-marathon@skylagamingfea@kurna-kovite@emovirgil@candiukas@XxxxWitlee@nymphaedoratonks@evilmuffin@minshinxx@cashmeredragon@clueingforblogs@too-random-for-me@cinderlunarcyborg@thecrimsoncodex@cinquefoilelove@theanxietyofbeinganxious@sanderssides-deathangel@musicphanpie-b@pansexual-cat@ive-given-up-on-it@planetsanders@robanilla@thestoryofme13@virgil-has-a-houseplant@mollycassmith@the-feels-are-coming@faacethefacts@rptheturk@theshipqueenarrives@lana–22@muontsy2@shadow-walker-1201@the-prince-and-the-emo@prplzorua@shygirl4991@pearls-of-patton@rose-gold-roman@thats-so-crash@hamster-corn @dementeddracon@mercythemermaid@jade-dragon226-fan@pansexual-cat@pieces-of-annedrew@artistictaurean@faithhopefelony@superintrovertfangirl@jughead-is-canonically-aroace@sanders-trash-4ever@ocotopushugs@heythereprincey@thomas-must-get-to-sleep@grey-lysander@savingshae@nightly-illustrator@yourhappypappypatton@lei-brokeit@treblesanders@musicsavedmefromdeath@redundant-statements-for-400@storytellerofuntoldlegends@magicmapleleaf@fandergecko@aph-roma@trashfireiplier@violetmcl@confinesofpersonalknowledge@pinkeasteregg@proudhufflepuff@reba-andthesides@strangerthings-and-phan@ill-interested@sanders-sides-things@patchworkofstars@all-these-trees-stealing-mah-o2@radioactivebread@purplepatton@thesilentbluesparrow@ono-its-ryane@cripplingchips@theworldismysupernova@baileystarsketches@strangerthings-and-phan@thegreyacefromspace@do-rey-me@notveryglittery@sanders-fam-ily@spacenerrrd@unknownsandersfan@on-lock-like-attica@tree4life25@angered-turtle@a-blog-just-for-sanders@theworldismysupernova@asterias-confused-writings@toujours-fidele@karmicmayhem@the-optimism-of-the-ostriches@hanramz-the-fander@ace-v-p-d@anonymouseandkeyboard@captain-loki-xavier@thought-u-said-dragon-queen@smokeyrutilequartz@thisisshien@justmyshitandmoreshit
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@royallyanxious@tree4life25@acrobaticcatfeline@emovirgil@muontsy2@aph-roma@unknownsandersfan@yourmomsafalsehood@v-blue-writer@lei-brokeit@the-optimism-of-the-ostriches@nymphaedoratonks@lowkey-logicality@artistictaurean@starlightlogan@completelyclevername@urtrashhq@ive-given-up-on-it@dementeddracon@kickthenavi@virgilisaneternalmood@ladynikitablack@theworldismysupernova@hikariyukino@multi-fandom-trash-x9000@kentato-kenart@sandersfanders@yourhappypappypatton@thisisshien@thought-u-said-dragon-queen@paxtonlovestea@magicmapleleaf@thesilentbluesparrow@pinkeasteregg@reba-andthesides@ill-interested@emokittenlikesgore@jughead-is-canonically-aroace@theroyalramen@ace-v-p-d@pattykrabbies@ocotopushugs@a-blog-just-for-sanders@happypappypatton@anony-phangirl@saphirestrike@theworldismysupernova@grey-lysander@mercythemermaid@justmyshitandmoreshit
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timebird84 · 6 years
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Could you describe the premise of your German fanfics?
Sure! Thank you for your interest.
My biggest project is “Die Braut des Falltürfachmanns” (The Bride of the Trapdoor Lover”), which sadly is paused now for almost a year already :’( . I put so much energy into it for almost two years and suddenly it was gone and since then I could never find it again. I really hope I will be able to get back to that story some day. The story is about Christine who chooses to marry Erik to save Raoul’s life in the end of the original story and basically is all about the interactions between her and Erik and their thoughts and feelings. Really only stuff for a hardcore phan, I guess. Because there doesn’t really happen that much and the plot is veeeery slow burning (there is no word to describe how slow XD). I had a few chapters posted on fanfiction.net in English, but I deleted them recently, doubting that I would ever be able to post further translated chapters.
Then there are two E/C smut phics. “The Price To Pay” and “Zur späten Stunde”.
“The Price To Pay” starts during the scene where Raoul and the Persian are caught in the torture chamber and Erik expects an answer of Christine if she marries him or not. She decides (quite ooc like) to try to seduce Erik to get out of that situation, but it ends different than she expected ^^.
The scenario of “Zur späten Stunde” is that Christine has decided to marry Erik willingly, because she actually loves him. She lives together with him beneath the opera house. But though he cares for her lovingly in every imaginable way, he doesn’t touch her. Never. And one night she can’t stand that anymore.
“Saisonende” is about a young Erik during his time as an attraction of the circus, locked in a cage, who makes a friend. But it was written as a dark phic for Halloween, so you may can imagine that there is no happy end.
Another REALLY DARK phic I wrote for another Halloween is “Vom Begleichen der Schuld”, where Erik lures Christine, who is married to Raoul, down to his lair after the events of the Leroux book have taken place with the infomaration in the newspaper “Erik is dead”. She had promised to bury him when she had left with Raoul, so of course she goes down to his home to fulfil her last promise … and is caught by a not so dead Erik.
There are some unfinished fics more, but I will probably never finish them, so I won’t list them here.
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monotype-on-phantom · 6 years
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I never got the fandom idea of DxS being a bad thing because it makes Tucker "a third wheel", like, that's not how it works irl?? If 2 friends start dating it doesn't mean the other is no longer important. And Tucker shipped THE HELL out of those two in the show, so seeing him portrayed as all sad & mopey about them being dating feels so OOC to me. It's also why I don't like Everlasting Trio, it makes Tucker look hella clingy and desperate :/ what's wrong with him having his own love life?
I do agree with you. There are a lot of arguments against Danny/Sam that I just don’t understand. Things like the claims that Sam is abusive or that the relationship was forced, and turning Tucker into a third wheel is another one. Tucker would be ecstatic about the two of them dating, and they’d never leave him out.
I don’t think people who ship Everlasting Trio are doing so for that reason, though. People who don’t like Danny/Sam would probably not ship that at all and instead either ship Tucker with just one of them or something else entirely (like Gray Ghost, Shallow Sapphire, Swagger Bishie, etc.)
People who actively ship something do so because they enjoy the relationship between two characters for whatever reason. Either they find it cute or interesting or relatable or just like the chemistry the characters share, ships that last are the ones that make people happy.
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Any ship combination of the trio that includes Tucker doesn’t have anything to do with “not wanting to leave him out.” It’s more about the fact that the phans think Tucker has good chemistry with Danny or Sam or both.
I’m sure there are some people out there who list Tucker being excluded as a reason, but that’s not all it boils down to. You’re free to dislike whatever ships, of course. People like what they like. I think it’s a bit unfair to say that it makes Tucker look desperate, though.
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phanarchy-blog · 6 years
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Back In The Day it was veeeery easy to edit a reblog so it looks like someone commented something they didn't really. people did it a lot and ran john green off the website for a while until he complained and had the developers fix it so you can't edit reblogs anymore. all of this sounds wild but it really did happen fjghkrjghrj
Yeah, somewhere in the back of my head I knew that! And then as soon as I reblogged the thing I checked in the replies and someone had pointed that out in reference to Phil’s reblog. I felt pretty silly. Lol. To be clear, for the short moments that I believed Phil said that, I didn’t take it as him coming out with phan or anything, just that he made a very OOC joke! Thank you for reminding me though! Sometimes I really need help keeping my feet on the ground with these two!
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