#I draw the other men first time easy but he has to be difficult

[daveyfvckingjacobs]

I deserve a medal for surviving redesign hell

#the stress this man has put me through over the last five months #I draw the other men first time easy but he has to be difficult #genuinely haven’t been happy w his design in months and the differences are subtle but I’m pleased w it #also an art style thing but I haven’t posted the five month old og drawings here so dw about them #jack alston #lord hawthorn #tanner draws #the last binding #the last binding trilogy #freya marske #a power unbound

[shitolodise]

Hii peeps, i've made some TF2 morning routine headcanons, bc i'm obesesed with this game and i can never stop thinking about all of the mercs

keep in mind eng isn't my first language so there could be some stuff wrong haha (cries in brazilian)

Scout

One of the last to wake up, usually leaves the room already dressed, his social energy already replenished, having more energy than the others to talk. He starts the day with cereal and milk, and as soon as he's done Scout invites, anyone who has time, to play baseball with him.

Mostly cheerful, Scout tends to crack jokes in the morning, trying to make conversation and asking how everyone's night went, always talking about the dreams he had, if Miss Pauling isn't involved, of course.

Soldier

very punctual, every day he wakes up at 7 am, has a hearty breakfast (bacon and eggs with orange juice, American stuff), and already leaves to put on his uniform, his time outside varies between target shooting, unnecessarily running for hours without stop, break the necks of criminals for America, taking care of the raccoons in Merasmus' house, go back and wake up the others who are still sleeping.

He already wakes up in a good mood and energized, talking loudly in the morning resulting in sometimes waking up the other men. If it's not Scout who is bringing up the subject or telling stories, that role is Soldier’s, that is if he comes back home during the others' breakfast.

Pyro

Wakes up around 8 am, his mood usually already being high up. He likes apple juice and pancakes for breakfast or sweeter things in general. After eating, Pyro goes from setting small things on fire or drawing and watching cartoons on TV.

Always cheerful, he rarely wakes up angry. He comes out of his room already hopping and waving to the other mercenaries.

Demoman

It varies on how he slept last night, depending on how drunk he was. Demo gets out of bed looking in the fridge for anything that has alcohol in it, going so far as to pour vodka into his coffee cup. It is normal to find him walking dizzy through the halls of the house, or sleeping in a random corner of the backyard. He is usually the one who agrees to play baseball with Scout, even though most of the time he has to stop playing because he is too dizzy.

Demoman goes between babbling shit when he wakes up / talking in his sleep (yes, in the middle of the breakfast table), or laughing along with Soldier / Scout. Aside from being drunk, it's hard to see the Demoman wake up in a bad mood or sad unless he doesn't find anything alcoholic in the fridge.

Heavy

he is already up around 8/9 in the morning, a chamomile tea is what he normally drinks in the morning accompanied by his sandwich. He likes to spend his free time reading a book or just sitting in front of the base enjoying the morning breeze, if possible talking to Medic.

Heavy isn't much of a talker when he first wakes up, answering others shortly and quickly, Soldier and Scout’s stories helping him wake up faster, eliciting a few laughs from him. Despite this, Heavy wakes up with a neutral personality, what will happen throughout the morning decides how his mood will be.

Engineer

What time he wakes up depends on how much sleep he had last night as he has a habit of having brainstorms at ⅔ in the morning. When he wakes up, he already takes coffee from the coffee maker, adding milk depending on how much energy he needs in the morning. After eating anything easy he finds in the cupboard, he goes straight to his workshop to finish what he started the previous morning.

Difficult to wake up in a bad mood, he always leaves the room with a smile on his face and greets others, it takes a few moments to become talkative, but after a cup of coffee, he starts to interact better.

Medic

Due to insomnia, Medic tends to wake up very early, already up at 6 am. His first idea is to look at the things he was doing before going to sleep in an attempt to bring his sleepiness back, if that fails, after a few hours, Medic leaves his lab and goes straight to the kitchen to eat something, going about his day as usual. Most of the time his choice is tea (especially when he can't get back to sleep) and something simple to go with it like biscuits, then go back to work on what he was doing before going to the kitchen.

It takes time to "wake up". His mood most times is not the best, easily irritated by too much noise in the morning. He tends to give others dry good mornings, paying more attention to the thoughts running through his head and after a few minutes he finally snaps back to reality. Usually, it's Heavy who can talk to him best.

Sniper

Between the last and the first to wake up since he sleeps outside the base / in his van, it depends on how good his night of sleep was. Starts the day with a strong black coffee, not too much sugar, a slice of bread with butter being a good enough breakfast, and when with patience a fried egg. He gets dressed when he wakes up if he hasn't already slept in his clothes. When he leaves the van, his first hobby, if not seeing the others, is target shooting or watching a program recorded on a cassette tape.

Always looking tired, his social battery is usually very low in the morning and it's even hard to see him out of the van shortly after waking up, but that doesn't stop him from laughing at Scout's jokes or missing the chance to make fun of Spy at the first opportunity that arises.

Spy

He wakes up around 6 am (the first one to wake up) since he likes the silence and his alone time. Usually, he has breakfast, does some kind of exercise or stretching, and gets dressed, staying in his smoking room reading some magazines or books until the others wake up.

His mood starts good when he wakes up, normally calm and with a smile on his face, that is until the others wake up, causing him to revert to his ordinary serious personality.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #ramble #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #long post

[murdermepeacefully]

Brahms Heelshire Headcanons

Honestly I'm not sure why it took me so long to do Brahms, given I've been writing him since mid 2022. But I've been really vibing Slasher Headcanon posts lately, and today, it's his turn!

As always, these are of course my own personal opinion, but feel free to reblog, add onto them, ask questions about them, or add them to the ones you accept yourself! I absolutely love hearing from others on their thoughts.

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Headcanons from the Movie:

The Greta doll [Or the Nanny doll, for fics or content where the nanny is an OC or the reader] was never intended as anything dark/kinky/etc. It was simply Brahms mirroring how he'd seen affection shown towards him. I went into this in more detail on this post, if you're interested.

While he doesn't have the ability/time to do things like take care of his hair or shave, he does shower when the nanny is outside doing the rat traps.

When he can risk it, he'll sneak his clothes in with the laundry, but that became more difficult once his parents left. He's sometimes able to manage it by putting a few things in with sheets/blankets, but more often than not he'll simply use the clothes his dad left behind when he needs something clean to wear.

Def a clingy boy. Likes being able to have some form of physical contact with his partner, or at least be able to see/hear them if he can't do that.

Sometimes doesn't understand things that one would expect an adult to know, simply because his parents didn't teach him. The best way to address moments like this is to correct any mistakes gently, and teach him what he needs to know. [This does not mean to treat him like a child, just be patient and don't use a judgmental tone.

Occasionally has trouble processing emotions, especially negative ones, due to his father having a 'men don't cry' mindset.

Headcanons from Fanfic or Fandom Interactions:

Once he's ready to do so, he's okay with being seen without his mask. Respecting the boundary of letting him decide when that happens is a great way to show you care/trust/love him.

Definitely nervous about leaving the property, but he can manage if he's not alone at first. Once he's been out with someone he trusts enough to adjust to things like the crowds, levels of noise, and the environments, he's ok with splitting up for short periods of time.

When he goes out, he wears a cloth mask to cover the lower half of his face, so that the scarring will draw less attention.

Random Headcanons:

He's 100% the big spoon, regardless of a partner's size. While he does enjoy being held, he prefers to do so when he's holding his partner at the same time.

Really loves having his hair played with, especially if combined with kisses or cuddles.

Dog person [Cats are too aloof, and he enjoys the energy dogs can have. They're also a good way to get him going outside in the fresh air again]

18+ Headcanons🌶️🔞:

Spicy Headcanons:

This man does not know his own strength, so do not be surprised at all if you have bruises in the shape of his hands.

Definitely a switch, because he can enjoy both being the one in control and the one being controlled.

Age Regression Headcanons: NOTE: I am not intending to say that age regression on it's own is spicy or kink. However, I feel it best to keep it under the 18+ cut.

One of his favorite modern children's shows is Bluey. This is partially due to the characters being dogs, partially because of the parenting dynamics shown, and partially because there are heavier/more adult topics addressed in a way that's easy to process/understand.

To add onto the above, if a nanny/partner sees him upset and prompts 'Checklist', he will recite off Chilli's checklist from the episode The Show, while allowing himself to do the items on it. It started as a way to help him address his emotions in a healthy way, but soon became something that helps both him and his nanny/partner, as he can do the same thing with them.

The checklist is as follows: ✓ Have a Cry ✓ Pick Myself Off ✓ Dust Myself Off ✓And keep going.

Likes doing coloring pages or other simple crafts, and will often proudly present his partner with the end result.

Loves it when they put it on the fridge where it can be on display.

They turn his childhood room into a 'Littlespace' room for him to go to whenever he like. This means painting the walls a soft, comforting color, putting soft rugs on the floor, adding prism window clings to the window to cast rainbows all about the room, a permanent pillow fort, and a TV with a DVD player and VHS player on a wheeled table that can be moved anywhere in the room, with a bookshelf full of movies from their childhood, as well as more modern ones.

One of their shared favorites is Quest For Camelot.

#Brahms Heelshire #Brahms #The Boy #The Boy (2016) #More may be added!

[clowndotgay]

Hiii!! it's me again :))

(smiles cutely and bats eyelashes) (I SWEAR IT'S MY LAST REQUEST) So I was wondering if uhm it would be possible to get more renders of thomas... Whenever I see him or his brother I get a serotonin boost (I have the most normal ttcc blog ever hahaha ha ha ha)

I've seen that you started to receive more request recently, so once again, if you don't want to do it, don't force yourself!

oh yeah absolutely here's A Bunch Of Him:

inspiration for the style of the first one was drawn from @/applekitty's renders, which look absolutely amazing and have a great vibe to them. there's more specific origins for each of these images, so there's that + rambling + a doodle below the cut

more specifically the first image is inspired by someone in the clash discord who was hypothesizing about boardbot hq boss fight just being a fight vs the chairmans whole family, which i think would be. A Time. (hence Crystalline being there, but i don't have a design for her, personally, so, y'know.) the gif was requested by a friend because i find it really funny that he really is just an ottoman if you angle the camera away from his face??? third image i made as a desktop background, fourth image is thomas sleeping in his office. i think he ends up sleeping overnight frequently, he just has too much work to do to commute, honestly.

^ quick doodle, transcript of the text is in the alt text because i know its difficult to read. conversation takes place several years before events of the game.

OKAY SORRY FOR THE LONG POST AGAIN... THERES A LOT I WANT TO SAY ABOUT THIS ASK ASIDE FROM POSTING THOMAS!!! (BUT I LOVE POSTING THOMAS!!!!!!)

first of all the image you attached is absolutely amazing! secondly you are free to send requests any time!!! i do not actually get (that) many, after i respond to this one there'll only be another in the backlog to do, and i've only been putting off that one because it's got a cog that i don't have the model for yet (though it's not like that's a hassle, really) rest assured sending me a request is not bothering me or forcing me. if i don't want to do a request i'll just ignore it or say nah. i am a very bored unemployed person who likes toontown and likes making stuff of other peoples blorbos!

i read all of the comics on the clash site the other day, so i've been meaning to do renders/draw thomas and robert anyhow... they're both such sillies. silly old men. this isn't related but roberts model is. super expressive! like, i can only really get him to look angry, but damn is it easy to make him look a bunch of different shades of angry. i think its mostly the excessive eyelid bones. that last sentence sucked actually, banning myself from posting about fictional eyelids

#also i have a bobby jr model now i guess i didnt mention that in the post. huh #its a super work in progress but hes. hes there #bobby jr #toontown #ttcc #toontown corporate clash #corporate clash #chairman #robert cyger #coo #thomas saggs #cdg render

[buck-yyyy]

what do you think of boris’ sexuality? do you think he externalizes his internalized homophobia? this is a goldfinch ask !!

ohhhhh this is interesting. so sorry for answering this a couple weeks late!!

first of all—boris is 100% bisexual. he absolutely expresses attraction to both men and women throughout the book, that boy is BI.

the second part is wayyy harder. i think that it's really difficult to tell from what we know of him—since the book is obviously from theo's perspective, we can't quite get inside his head the same way we can with theo, so i'm just gonna list out some examples of his,,, varying queerness tolerance level, i guess lmao.

he's casual about suggesting that hobie may be gay, and has a very calm reaction compared to theo's immediate discomfort.

similar to theo, as a teenager, he never brings up the times they've had sex.

he's flippant about mentioning that theo is "the only boy [he's] ever been in bed with", and brushes it off as "[they] both needed girls".

that's.... it, i think. at least off the top of my head. so my conclusion, to be honest, isn't based on a whole lot of proof, as opposed simply to drawing from other aspects of his character.

from his casual usage of the N-word after spending time with kotku, who was "cool"; his conversion to islam, not because he believed in allah, but because the muslim people around him were good to him; and finally, his attempt to pretend to be jewish in order to work for mr. silver, it's really easy to point out that boris conforms to various environments with ease, something that he's had to be able to do because of how much he's moved around. he's not doing these things because of personal beliefs, ideas, or opinions, he's doing them because he's trying to blend in, or in some cases, seem "cool", whether it's intentional or not (depends on the situation). that doesn't mean that his actions are automatically morally good or even neutral, but it gives us an understanding of why he is the way he is, and why he's so different depending on where he is and what point of his life he's at.

i think from that, it would be easy to argue that perhaps boris himself has no personal issue with gay people, but he would most certainly display the same homophobia that was so typical at the time it was written: ie. he would be casual about someone he knows being gay, but he's also definitely described things as gay, or said the word faggot in a derogatory context.

i'm not entirely sure how to relate all of that back to his internalized homophobia, simply because we don't get to see what that's like for him, or if that's even a thought on his mind. i think i'd argue that, what with everything else that's happened/currently happening in his life, he doesn't care all that much. i doubt he would ever call himself bisexual, or pansexual, or any of that; we can assign those words to him because he's a book character, but it's also important to recognize that those weren't words he would've grown up using, and that would likely stick with him in ways that some younger people would interpret as queerphobic. he's simply boris, and if boris wants to kiss a man then boris wants to kiss a man and that's all the thought he'd devote to it.

so yeah. i suppose i believe that he's homophobic, but not because he hates gay people or himself for being gay. i also think that he would not devote any particularly meaningful amount of time to dissecting who he is in regards to his sexuality, simply because it's never been a particularly important part of his life or survival.

#the goldfinch #boreo #boris pavlikovsky #asks!!! #fave

[cinamun]

Hi Cin. Long time reader who typically just quietly reads and likes your wonderful story telling posts. (Mostly I just come on Tumblr to save my cc read some posts and go lol.) But I wanted to step in and defend Jayce and Hope's relationship a bit if you don't mind.

First, I don't think he's too perfect. I think he has flaws just like Hope and all your other characters because you make round characters who have depth and dimensions. He has a host of baggage with his family issues and he is prone to pull away when things are difficult. We haven't even seen how this baggage will completely play out in the long run. I was so afraid in the post with Elliot sitting on the bench that it was actually going to be Bishop at first before I scrolled down. (Those black forces could have meant any unhinged man tbh) Second, sometimes you meet the one early on. Hope never sought out to find some magical love. She found that in Jayce almost completely by accident.

Moreover, for the purpose of the entire story I love the dichotomy. Indya went through several men (especially in the OG story before she arrived in San My) before finding the one. It tells of story of what it is like to grow up in a loving stable environment. How Hope was able to easily recognize Jayce's love in a way that Indya couldn't when she was Hope's age. I don't see a purpose for Hope waiting to be with Jayce except waiting for the sake of waiting. Their love was so strong and pure early on and I don't think there is anything wrong with that. I say this as someone who believes that every young woman should be out in the streets. LOL But at the same time why let something so good go just because? Love doesn't always have to be a struggle. Relationships, even good, easy, non-toxic ones come with a host of issues. Communication issues, outside family issues, hell even a bad day at work (as you so beautifully illustrated) can bring problems to a relationship. Hope and Jayce are surviving it all together. Respectfully, I don't think they need more issues to make it real.

Personally, I know someone who met their husband on a blind date and had a month long romance before they eloped. They have been married for 40 years now. I also know people who married and divorced their high school sweethearts finding a better love later. Love isn't one size fits all and I don't think an easy love means unrealistic. It's just the luck of the draw. Anyway, thank you for sharing your pixels with us. Your story is so beautiful to me even in the sad moments.

COME ON LONG TIME FRIEND WITH THE HISTORICAL ANALYSIS!

#i love how black af1s will always = any unhinged man lmfaoooooooo #story stuff

[phyllisthefirst]

[Masterlist] [on ao3]

George Luz x OC

Summary: Phyllis Baker is with the 506th to do her job, nothing more, nothing less. But between men like her superior officers, who don't believe she should be there at all, and men like George Luz, who keeps distracting her with those damn puppy eyes of his, that might be easier said than done.

Warnings: Depictions of war, mentions of injury and death.

Tagging: @next-autopsy - I'm finally back with George and Phyllis' story! I really struggled with this chapter, but at the end of the day, we moved the plot along a teenie tiny little bit and that's all that matters.

As always, this fic is entirely about the fictionalized representations of the men of Easy Company that we see on the show. I mean no disrespect to the real men by writing this.

No tired sigh, no rolling eye, no irony - Part 5

Normandy is a blur, jumping into fire and landing in wet marshland and then walking, walking for miles and miles in the dark without seeing a single soul he knows. Sometimes he hears voices, but he hides in the hedgerows until they pass and it always turns out to be German patrols. Eventually, after hours and hours, George finally spots a sign pointing towards a town whose name he recognizes. He almost cries when the little town finally comes into view and he spots nothing but American uniforms. 

Most of his friends have already made it to the town; some have been here long enough to take out a whole cluster of German machine gun nests. Some aren’t accounted for yet, Lieutenant Meehan included. It’s still chaos, but George gets to sit down and rest for a little while at least. 

After that, there’s more walking and then the chaos and terror of taking Carentan, under fire from what feels like every direction. It’s the first time George has to apply what they’ve trained for in practice, and it’s nothing he feels at all prepared for. He doesn’t have time to linger on that observation before they’re already moving on, more walking through flooded fields and more being shot at and digging improvised foxholes into the hedgerows. 

And now he’s sitting in the dark once again, listening to the occasional bouts of gunfire, the whistle of German mortars. The waiting is nerve-wracking but at least he’s not alone. With his brothers around to keep watch, he once again allows himself a rare pleasure that he’s indulged in only when it felt too difficult to stay awake and keep trudging on: He thinks of Phyllis, and of that kiss on the airfield, and the things she said before it. 

It was unexpected, and something in her expression tells him it wasn’t just a surprise for him but for her as well. He could bet she hadn’t planned on kissing him. He isn’t even sure if she’d planned out the words she said to him - they, like the kiss, sounded like they were ripped from her by some deeper impulse. And that impulse is the most important thing, really, proof that she cares for him, enough to sneak onto the airfield to make sure he knows. 

That’s what he should be focusing on, but in moments like this, half-asleep in a foxhole, it’s still too tempting to linger on the memory of that kiss: Brief and harsh, an act of defiance in the face of their hooting audience. From what he’s come to know of Phyllis so far, he knows she’s a private person, mortified at the idea of drawing attention by a show of emotion. He can only imagine how much of an effort it must have cost her to come up and kiss him. 

It makes it all the more precious, despite how brief it was, and it makes hope soar within him whenever he allows himself to remember it. On nights like this, that hope translates easily into imagined scenes of their next meeting, whenever he makes it back to Aldbourne. Perhaps they’ll meet at the pub, perhaps run into each other on the street. Perhaps he’ll go look for her at battalion HQ or at her billet (he doesn’t know exactly where it is, but Aldbourne is small and she’s mentioned the old lady she lives with, he’ll figure it out). Perhaps she’ll seek him out again, use that HQ knowledge to anticipate his return and wait for him at their barracks. Perhaps, now that she’s managed one public display, she’ll find it easier to do, and he’ll be greeted with another kiss. Perhaps she’ll run and throw herself into his arms for a passionate embrace, like an actress in a movie. He entertains the thought for a moment, imagines how he’ll close his arms around her and lift her off her feet…

Alright, it probably won’t play out like that, but he allows himself the thought while the night slowly wanes away.   

It doesn’t matter how it will happen exactly - what matters is that he sees her again. 

***

Phyllis wasn’t prepared for Normandy. There was a vague notion that she might be following the 506th to the European mainland once the coastline was secured, but no concrete plans had been made for her - she’s too far down the line of essential personnel, somewhere after the troops themselves, the engineers, the medical officers and nurses, the chaplains and mortuary teams. She wasn't even sure if she'd be going here at all, let alone a few days after the invasion. But then Lieutenant Meehan’s plane crashed with a good chunk of battalion staff on it, and suddenly there aren’t enough people over there who know what to get where and when and how, everything they’ve meticulously planned out for weeks. 

And just like that, she’s on a troop carrier across the channel, along with nurses and mechanics and other noncombatants, and after barely managing not to throw up on the choppy trip, she’s disembarking on a beach that is stained red. For a moment, she suspects some strange geological quirk, then it hits her: The beach is red with blood, the blood of all the men that died here mere days ago. 

She's led to one of the the tents that have been set up in the dunes, a little inland but still close enough to the beach to be within walking distance of the transport ships landing daily with supplies - weapons and tanks for on-site assembly and food and medical supplies she and the other orderlies and supply officers send in different directions. She's in charge of getting the 506th their designated supplies, which is more than anticipated since apparently, most of the supplies the men were supposed to carry with them have been lost during the jump. Unfortunately, it’s not exactly easy to get her hands on everything she needs, let alone more than expected. The medical supplies in particular are being fought over tooth and nail, with hundreds of injured men still being treated on and near the beaches while they wait to be shipped back to England. 

As expected, Phyllis is woefully unprepared for actually being on the front lines, beginning with the fact that she came here in her regular uniform and leather shoes - sensible ones, yes, but still not suitable for traipsing through mud and wet sand. She barely manages a few hours before she twists her ankle and goes down rather spectacularly. To her luck, it happens right in front of an infirmary tent that just had most of its patients evacuated, and the nurse sitting outside for a cigarette break takes pity and helps her over. 

She looks at Phyllis’ shoes and tuts disapprovingly. 

“Did no one tell you what things are like over here?”

Phyllis shakes her head, embarrassed. 

“It was a bit of a spontaneous decision, sending me here.” 

The nurse’s expression softens minutely.

“Wait here,” she orders and disappears into the aid station tent. Phyllis doesn't protest. The woman’s take-charge attitude reminds her of her friend Millicent, the hardware store owner turned nurse she met in Aldbourne. Not for the first time, Phyllis wonders where her friends are right now. Her group of friends among the nurses has been sent over here two days ago and are moving inland just behind the men as they secure ever more ground. She’s been hearing a little about how the landings have been coming along, more than the general public has been told in the radio broadcast, but even around headquarters, little more is known than that most of the men missed their designated drop zones and struggled to converge again. 

Her morose thoughts are interrupted by the return of the nurse, holding out a pair of boots - worn-in but in good condition, apart from the splatters of mud and other things she doesn’t want to think about. Actually, she doesn’t want to think about the history of the boots at all, she decides. 

“They’ll still be too big, but if you stuff some rags into the front, they should be better than what you have on now.” She hands her some of the rags in question, and Phyllis takes boots and rags gratefully. 

Sitting down on the crate the woman had rested on earlier, she starts taking off her heeled shoes, grateful that her ankle seems to have escaped her fall with nothing more than a faint twinge and won’t require medical attention. 

“So, how long have you been here?”, she asks, hoping that some conversation will distract her from the awkwardness of trying to change shoes while sitting in the open wearing a tight uniform skirt. Then again, looking at the soldiers either resting or working around the aid station, she doubts anyone will pay her any attention. 

“Two days.” The nurse takes a long drag of her cigarette while Phyllis waits for her to elaborate. She doesn’t. 

“I hear the casualties were fairly severe, here on Omaha.” 

The nurse laughs humorlessly. 

“Fairly severe… It was absolute carnage. We’ve only just finished moving out the most serious cases. The ones that lasted long enough, that is.” She breaks off to take another long draught. When Phyllis glances over, she can see the woman’s hands shaking, her eyes turned towards the horizon with an empty stare that she’s seen on too many men on this beach. Then she turns her head and meets Phyllis’ eyes, roaming over her curiously. “What are you doing here? You’re not a nurse.” 

“I’m assisting the 506th with logistics and clerical duties. I was supposed to stay behind in Aldbourne but…”, she can’t bring herself to casually mention how many people had to die for her to find herself here. The woman has probably seen and heard enough death these past two days. “Well, things changed, and now I’m here.” 

The woman nods. Taking one last drag of her cigarette, she drops the short bud and stamps it out on the sand. 

“Welcome to the war.” She holds out her hand, and Phyllis shakes it, trying to ignore the reddish tint of blood that won’t quite scrub off. If she wants to do her job well, she’s going to have to get a lot less squeamish, and quickly. “I’m Mary Wilson.” 

“Phyllis Baker.” 

“Well, Phyllis, it’s been nice meeting you. Keep us medical personnel in mind while you see to your logistics duties, will you?” 

“I will. Thank you for the boots.” 

Mary nods. 

“Nothing to thank me for. I have to get back to work. It’s been nice meeting you, Phyllis.” 

Phyllis starts on a polite reply, but Mary has already turned to walk back into the tent, and Phyllis figures it’s time for her to get back to work as well. 

She gets up and takes a few tentative steps in her new boots. Even stuffed, they're a little wide and they clash horribly with her skirt, but the ground feels a lot steadier under her.

*** 

It’s several more days until she spots her first familiar face: Colonel Sink arrives in a jeep riddled with bullet holes and stops right in front of one of the tents used to gather and sort supplies. By now, Phyllis has managed to scrounge quite the pile for the 506th, which she now proudly presents. 

The Colonel looks pleased indeed, asking some more questions about what kind of supplies she’s been able to procure and which have proven difficult, and once she’s answered all his questions to his satisfaction, Phyllis decides that this might be a good moment to address something that’s been weighing on her mind. 

“Sir?” 

He looks up from the clipboard he was inspecting, raising an inquiring eyebrow, and she takes a deep breath for courage. 

“I know it’s not my place to ask, but I’ve made some friends in Aldbourne, particularly among Easy Company. Is there any news about how they’re doing?”

The Colonel’s eyes narrow suspiciously, and Phyllis’ stomach sinks - she may have just made a big mistake. 

“Miss Baker, are you aware of the risk I took sending you here? You’re a good worker and a hell of a logistics specialist, and you did a solid job stepping into a role you weren’t trained for. But if word gets around that I took a young woman with no military or nursing background to the front lines of the European invasion, I’ll have some explaining to do. If it turns out that that woman conducted herself in any way improperly with the men, perhaps ended up finding herself in a bad situation…” He pauses for effect, and Phyllis blanches at the implication. “Well, I’ll be lucky if I ever get to lead a man in this campaign again, let alone a woman. So, if I hear so much as a rumor about your behavior here, you will be shipped home faster than you can say transatlantic passage. Is that clear?”

“Crystal clear, Sir. I won’t forget my position here, or your trust in me.” 

His expression softens again. 

“As for Easy, they suffered some casualties, like the rest of the Airborne, but most of the men have found their units. A few Easy squadrons destroyed a German artillery battery, and by now, they should be securing our hold on Carentan.” He pauses. “Now, I’ve made an exception and gave you intel above your clearance just this once. It will not happen again. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you.” 

He nods briskly. 

“Good. Back to work then. The mortuary team has made some headway identifying bodies, and someone needs to go over the lists and see to it that supplies are adjusted accordingly. Reports from further inland should be coming in over the next few days, so we’ll get a clearer picture. I’ll have all casualty lists sent straight through you.” 

Despite the gruff tone, Phyllis recognizes it as the gift it is: Colonel Sink is giving her a chance to follow up on the fate of the men fighting out there without having to tell her anything himself. She has to suppress the urge to launch forward and hug him - she’s sure that would not go over well. 

“I’ll get to it right away, Sir.”

For the next few days, she sees nothing but the inside of her tent and long lists of names, which she studies intently. For every list that doesn’t hold a name she recognizes, she sends a prayer heavenward, and every night she repeats it: Lord, let my friends be alive. Keep them safe, and return them to me. 

*** 

For all the ways George has imagined being reunited with Phyllis, nothing could have prepared him for the way it actually happens. 

He's already made it almost back to England, sitting on a beach in Normandy and trying to ignore the debris and suspiciously rust-coloured patches of sand all around. They've been pulled off the line two days ago, and apart from a little bit of walking, they’ve since spent the time sitting around waiting to be shuffled onto a carrier, except there never seems to be one ready to take them. So they sit, increasingly bored and irritated, and the only thing keeping George from going fully mad are his sappy fantasies of a grand reunion with Phyllis. Which is why he first thinks she's a figment of his overtired imagination when he suddenly spots her on the beach, following Colonel Sink down a row of Easy and Fox company soldiers. He's just wondering if he should be worried about how realistic his fantasies are becoming when Perconte elbows him in the side. 

“Hey, isn't that Phyllis? The hell’s she doing here?”

George shakes his head. It isn't Phyllis, it can't be, because Phyllis is all the way across the channel, safe and sound in England. 

“No, it definitely is.” Perconte, unaware of his friend’s turmoil, starts waving at her enthusiastically, followed by several others of their friends. But Phyllis looks straight ahead as she stalks past them, eyes fixed on Colonel Sink’s head.

George's stomach drops. He doesn't like this one bit. On this beach it may feel like Normandy is firmly in Allied hands, but George knows that, a mere day's walk from here they were still taking shelter from German artillery. They may have clawed their hands into this slim stretch of coastline, but the Germans are far from defeated. 

“What is she doing here?”, he mutters to himself. Briefly, he considers getting up and going after her to ask. But Colonel Sink is speaking to her and she's busy taking notes, and he knows better than to interrupt her when she’s working. He’ll have to wait for a better time, as much as it sets him on edge.

That better time almost doesn't arrive before they're loaded onto their ship, with Phyllis quickly disappearing again to take care of something or other. Eventually, he gets desperate. 

Despite their orders to stay near the tent they've been set up in and wait to ship out, he slips away to start searching for her, orders be damned. 

He finds her in the cluster of tents serving as battalion HQ, making her way from one tent to another with her ever-present clipboard in hand. 

Before she's spotted him, he's grabbed her hand and pulled her behind one of the tents, shielded from view by the dark canvas and a steep rise in the dunes. 

“What on earth…”, she only seems to register now who abducted her, and her face brightens immediately. “George!”

She moves toward him, and he wonders if this is the moment of their passionate reunion - but she catches herself and draws back again.  

“How are you here?”, he blurts out, not very intelligently. 

“I was sent over to help out after Lieutenant Meehan's plane went down. There were several men from battalion HQ on it and they needed everyone who knew at least some of their plans.” The mention of Lieutenant Meehan's fate, the fate he shared with so many other men, is enough to chase off all lingering hope for a romantic moment. 

“What the hell were they thinking, sending you here?” It comes out sharper than he intended, and her eyes flash in anger. 

“They were probably thinking that they need every person doing their job, wherever it needs doing. And that's what I'm doing, believe it or not.”

He deflates again, too tired to fight. 

“I’m sorry. It's just…” I thought you were safe, he wants to blurt out. I need you to be safe. But this isn’t just about what he needs. “I didn’t mean to imply that you shouldn't be here.”

Her face softens, slowly.

“Like I said, it wasn't exactly planned this way. Colonel Sink has already given me a lecture on how much he's risking taking me here and how I have to watch my conduct.”

There's something like pleading on her face, and he wonders frantically what she's trying to tell him. Is it her attempt to explain why she didn't acknowledge him this morning? Sure, it stung in the moment, but he doesn't even care right now, not when the most pressing issue is her safety, and how much danger she's in and how much he wishes she wasn't. 

“Just… be careful, alright? I’m not saying you can’t handle yourself, but we're still very close to enemy territory and you haven’t exactly been trained to fight.” 

“I know, and I will be careful. Battalion HQ is supposed to stay back a ways behind the line, anyway.” 

He wants to point out what he’s quickly come to learn in his time here: That “the line” is not as fixed a concept as she seems to think, that everything can still shift in a heartbeat. But he doesn't know how she'd take it, if she'd think he was patronizing her again. Before he can make up his mind if he should say something more, there are voices rising from a nearby tent, and she looks around nervously.

“I should go. Colonel Sink is expecting these papers.”

She’s already turning, getting ready to rush off, when she throws one more cautious glance around, turns back to him and grabs his hand. 

“I'm glad you're okay, George.”

She holds his eyes for a moment, her expression filled with such genuine warmth and relief that it's almost overwhelming. Then she strides off, but the impression of her skin on his, warm and soft, seems to linger as George watches her walk away.

It's only almost as good as her kiss on the airfield, but it's better than all his imagined scenes of reunion. And right now, it's enough. 

#george luz #george luz/oc #george luz x oc #band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #my writing

[rwrbmovie]

RE: Prince Henry

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From Wonderland Magazine

"Hopefully when the movie comes out, I can prove them wrong. I really put everything into this role. It's challenging and a blessing to play a character so emotionally vulnerable, flawed and scared, but also full of hope and love."

From Glamour

“When I read the script, I thought it was a very interesting, very topical character,” Galitzine says of his character. “Henry felt like an emotional, sensitive, guarded person, and I find people like that very interesting to play.”

From GQ

Galitzine’s own Prince Henry manifests as a sort of murky fictional blend between the real-life princes William and Harry—a stoic people’s prince who eventually fights against the system he was born into. “One of my great fears is being misunderstood,” says Galitzine. “Henry has to live with that every day…. It just felt like a beautiful story: someone who’s largely pretended to be someone else their whole life, and then this other person completely obliterates their worldview.”

From Entertainment Weekly

Galitzine’s own Prince Henry manifests as a sort of murky fictional blend between the real-life princes William and Harry—a stoic people’s prince who eventually fights against the system he was born into. “One of my great fears is being misunderstood,” says Galitzine. “Henry has to live with that every day…. It just felt like a beautiful story: someone who’s largely pretended to be someone else their whole life, and then this other person completely obliterates their worldview.” This isn't Galitzine's first time playing a prince. He also portrayed a charming royal, Prince Robert, in 2021's Cinderella starring Camila Cabello. But he notes that Henry was a lot more down-to-earth and grounded than Robert. "Robert is much more happy-go-lucky. He's much more playful," he explains. "Whereas with Prince Henry, there are definitely comedic aspects and it's such a fun, light movie in a lot of ways. But Henry is definitely more emotional and internalized with how he expresses himself. Much more in line with how people see royals." Galitzine relished the challenge of portraying Henry's vulnerabilities and his own struggles in sharing them with Alex. "As men, we find it hard to express ourselves and express our feelings," he says. "But that was a fun thing to explore from an acting perspective. [I was] trying to understand that this person is entirely trapped by his upbringing and his family. And the wedge being placed between his family and the person he loves is a very difficult thing to contend with. That was probably the most challenging, trying to make that authentic and real."

From TV Times

‘I think Henry completely misunderstands Alex in a lot of ways,’ says Nicholas, 28. ‘But then “cake-gate” happens and they’re forced to spend time with each other, and he starts to see who this person is.’

From Tatler

It's hard not to draw comparisons between Prince Henry and the IRL Windsor princes, William and Harry. Indeed, Prince Henry has lost a parent (his parent, however), he's not bad at polo and he loves to party – one is reminded of Prince Harry's Vegas years when Prince Henry is shown knocking back shots in a bar in Casablanca, peaked cap pulled low. 'There is something probably borrowed from each of them that Casey put into the character [of Prince Henry],' says López. 'I think Harry's inherent rebelliousness and William's inherent sense of duty.' 'What's interesting too,' he continues, 'is the third piece that's missing from the real-life princes is the fact that Henry is gay. So it's easy for Harry to be rebellious because he's straight. And it's easy for William to be dutiful... he doesn't have to tell a lie in order to be dutiful. But Henry does have to tell a lie in order to be dutiful. Because of that lie, he also can't be too rebellious. That's what sets [Henry] apart from the two.'

From TV & Satellite Week

For Galitzine, another part of the appeal of the project was the chance to portray a character who was experiencing such an intense internal conflict. ‘Henry feels a very strong sense of duty, but he’s completely in denial of his own feelings,’ he says. ‘There’s something very selfless, if not really heartbreaking, about that. He’s in this totally solitary position of this role he was born into.’

#rwrb movie #red white and royal blue #rwrb #henry #henry fox mountchristen windsor #prince henry #nicholas galitzine

[wonderhoy-dump]

a shousuke otori oneshot that no one asked for

It’s dark in the office but Shousuke Otori can’t be bothered to turn on the light. 

The report he’s looking for should not be this difficult to find. He’s rifling through his filing cabinets using his phone light, increasingly annoyed by how his neatly tucked away files could be such an organizational crapshoot when he actually needs to pull something. 

Why are we still printing everything out instead of just using the cloud???

He yanks out a whole stack of folders and throws them on his desk. 

Garbage. Garbage. Old memos. Garbage. 

A whole mess of Phenniland promotional brochures are mixed in with the old financial reports for some reason.

God that’s annoying. 

He moves to throw the whole pile away when a heavier cardstock falls out from the stack. It’s not a brochure, he realizes as he picks it up by the taped up edges. 

It’s a…thank you card? His youngest sister’s familiar gel pen doodles glitter on the front of the tropical-themed art. 

Emu and her troupe friends surprised him with this after their yacht trip turned shipwreck, he remembers. That was over a year ago. He’s not sure if he even opened it at the time, he was so busy wondering how the hell they got into his office before he did. 

(The purple one probably had something to do with it.) 

He throws it in his laptop bag to take home with him. 

I gotta clear out all the trivial crap in this office. 

He finds his missing financial report in the remaining pile and also stuffs it in the bag. He locks up his office, the 'PXL Deputy Director' plaque glinting off the door. 

The hallways of the Otori Corporate building are dark minus the emergency lighting strips along the walls. They used to keep the motion-activated lights on at all hours but now they all shut off firmly after 9 p.m. Some sort of green initiative from the CEO and corporate Governing Board. He’s not a fan. 

The darkness does make it easy to see another light at the end of the hallway though. 

Shousuke knocks on the open door of the Director’s office. 

Keisuke Otori looks up from the binder of papers he was highlighting by hand. 

(Oh right. He’s the reason they still print everything out.) 

The Director nods when his brother tells him the custodial staff will be here soon to close up. Grabbing his own items, Keisuke turns off his lamplight. 

———

It’s a long elevator ride down from the second highest floor of the Otori Corporate building. 

“How did the dinner go with Mr. Yung?”

“Fine enough,” Shousuke sighs. “He questioned the quarterly returns on the last renovated rides so I came back to get last year’s reports to draw the comparisons.” 

“You’ll be working late then.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“I was reviewing some supplementary proposals. But I don’t plan on working more at home—In fact, it’s best if I rest early.”

Keisuke pauses.

“My first meeting with Miss Yue is tomorrow.”

Oh. Right. 

That’s happening. 

It’s not like. A big deal. Not compared to any other corporate operation at least. That’s what Keisuke had said to him the first time it came up. 

His brother is at the age where men like them get married and Miss Yue is the daughter and COO of a major media conglomerate. Taiwanese, so international.

It’s a match up that makes sense. Especially for people like them who don’t lead sociable lives and never have. (Never will.) 

They haven’t really talked about it since. 

Keisuke claims he has nothing to say. Shousuke has tried to come up with anything to say.

But all he can think about, whenever he gets a chance to mention it, are their own parents: sitting quietly at opposite ends of the dining room table, their four children in between them, not looking at each other and only speaking to anyone with the most surface level inquiries.

That family dinner was three years ago. He’s not sure they’ve even been in the same building together since. 

It’s not really an inspiring topic of conversation. 

Shousuke looks at his older brother in the reflection of the mirrored elevator walls.

I wish I knew the right thing to say to you but I don’t.

“Do you have an appointment to get your roots done before your meeting?” 

Instinctively, Keisuke touches his jet black hair. 

“Are my grays showing already?” 

Shousuke shrugs tiredly. “Maybe it’s better she sees them upfront. A 32-year-old man already stressed into a head full of gray hair: it really lets her know what she’s getting into.”

Keisuke chuckles which may as well be uproarious laughter coming from him. Shousuke cracks a smile too.  

Not many people can read the feelings of the oldest Otori sibling. Not many people can recognize that he has them, actually. 

But when Shousuke casts a glance at Keisuke—the actual Keisuke, not the reflection—he can see the tightness in his jaw and the dullness in his purple eyes and know exactly what it all means. 

It’s too bad he’s not someone who can do anything useful with that information. He’s merely someone who stands by his older brother's side. Always by his side.

———

A foam ball hits Shousuke between the eyes the second he walks in the front door. 

“Geez Tsukasa! Watch where you’re pointing that thing!” Kamishiro shouts while blatantly shoving the foam ball gun into the other boy’s hands. 

“What were you even aiming for?” says Kusanagi from behind the couch. 

“I DIDN'T SHOOT THAT!” Tenma yells, as easily riled up as ever. 

Keisuke walks in behind him.  “Ah, Wonderland x Showtime. Nice to see you all here tonight.”

It's Emu’s bimonthly slumber party weekend. How could Shousuke forget? That explains why all the lights are on and their typically quiet house is a cacophonous mess of colorful blankets and stuffed animals. 

Shousuke takes a deep breath, the troupe’s loud voices triggering that tired ache behind his ears.

“Why are you all in the living room?” he asks before he can help it. “Don’t you usually set up in Emu’s room?”

Summoned by her name, his youngest, though still high-school-aged sister pops out from the pile of pillows. 

“We were doing crafts in the kitchen and then we wanted to play fort defender!—but we can move to my room if you and Keisuke need space to talk!” 

“It’s okay, Emu,” Keisuke responds. “We were just going to our rooms. You four enjoy yourselves.” 

“Oh! If you’re not busy with work, do you want dessert!? I can show you the cupcakes we decorated for you!” 

Shousuke isn’t in the mood for sweets but Keisuke agrees and Emu is pulling them into the kitchen before he can protest. (He still does protest though.) Before Emu leaves, she designates Kusanagi with defending their fort and Shousuke can hear the boys screaming behind them from her foam slaughter. 

Hinata is in the kitchen when they enter. She had come down for a glass of water to take a break from her studying, and she greets them in that same tender way she always speaks.

She helps Emu bring out the platter of cupcakes she and her friends decorated. They’re slathered in their troupe colors, PXL references, a Kigurumi face, and several with vocaloid themed cookie toppers. The four of them must have decorated over three dozen cupcakes.

Emu hums happily in her phenny-patterned PJs, bouncing on her toes to grab plates and making her pink pigtails bounce with her.

Emu presents Keisuke a vanilla cupcake with fruit slices nicely arranged in a succulent shape on top. She gives Hinata a pink cupcake with a rose-shaped cookie topper. And finally, she hands Shousuke a chocolate cupcake with a round green cookie topper. 

Shousuke looks at it warily. 

“What is this?”

“It’s a cactus!”

“Why is it smiling?”

“So you know it’s safe to eat!”

“Why wouldn’t it be safe to eat?” 

“Because of the spikes!” Emu explains, as if the sugar sprinkles adorning the green cookie surface could possibly be mistaken for real needles. “Tsukasa found this guide online about making plant-looking cupcakes so we tried making a batch of those but with our own twist!” 

“They turned out nicely,” Keisuke says. 

“Very cute!” Hinata encourages. 

Shousuke turns the happy cactus around in his hand. “Yeah. Sure. It works.” 

They thank Emu for the desserts. Hinata and Keisuke decide to eat theirs in the kitchen before going to bed but Shousuke would prefer to go to his room. He has a long night ahead. 

“Do you want an extra cupcake for extra nighttime zoom energy?” 

“No, I’m fine. I just have to update and retime a presentation for tomorrow morning.”

“Ooo a presentation? What’s it about??” Emu asks with eagerness. 

“Nothing exciting. I’m meeting with our investors about funding for the next round of ride renovations.” 

“Is it for the fishy boats and the carousel?”

That surprises Shousuke because he doesn’t think he’s mentioned this to Emu before.

“Um. Yes?”  

“Yay yay! Those are the last ones still on the old system maintenance! The less shutdown time they need, the more super sunny-fun for all the little ones, and lots of adults can have a chance to refresh the memories they grew from riding them when they were young too!” Emu chirps. “I’m so excited!” 

Despite her very Emu-way of saying it, her analysis is disturbingly accurate. 

(Shousuke’s not sure why it’s disturbing. It just. Is.)

“…Right. Well. First we need the money,” he ends up saying. 

“I’m sure the investors will agree!” Emu beams at him again. “Do you need any help with your presentation?”

“Uh no. I think it will be fine. It’s not really something I expect you to help with, Emu.” 

Shouldn’t you be getting back to your friends? 

Their youngest casts her eyes down for a second. It’s a familiar look that strikes Shousuke, to his chagrin. 

(Has she looked like this before? (He knows she has. (He’s tried to forget.))) 

But then she looks back up at him with renewed vigor and he’s even more caught off guard. 

“I know I don’t know the big cha-ching cha-ching numbers or anything, but I still want to help you, Shousuke! Maybe me and my troupe can watch you practice your slides?” 

“Watch me…practice my slides?”

Emu nods eagerly. “We’ll be staying up late anyways!” 

Shousuke glances at his other siblings who are busy slicing up their cupcakes with Hinata complimenting the cream filling inside. Keisuke spares him a look and an eyebrow raise. 

‘It’s your presentation,’ he seems to say. 

Shousuke’s not sure if it’s the long day or the bright lights or whatever but—

“Fine, Emu. If you and your friends want to spend part of your party listening to me present on ROI and the margins of our core competencies, then sure. You can listen to me do my run-through later.”

“Yay yay!” she chirps at a surprisingly reasonable volume. “I can pencil you in between plushie party tea time and the DOOM Eternal tournament, so be ready by midnight, okay? Yahohoy!” 

“Fine but if you all fall asleep during this, don’t blame m—” 

Shousuke grunts as Emu tackle-hugs him. 

Every. Damn. Time. 

She giggles as he shoves her little pink head off of him and she darts away back into the living room. 

He turns to see Hinata and Keisuke looking at him. 

“What?” he snaps. 

“Nothing.” Hinata smiles. “Don’t forget your cupcake.” 

Shousuke grabs the thing and goes. 

———

The living room is viewable from the railing of the second floor and Shousuke finds himself looking down at the brightly lit sleepover below.

It seems like the fort defender game has turned into a ‘smack each other as hard as you can with couch cushions’ game—of which Emu is winning very handily. 

He watches as Emu leaps from surface to surface, chasing down a screaming Tenma. She shrieks when Kamishiro biffs her over the head with a pillow only for her to clear him over the table with one swing the very next second. (Not to be a petty man, but Shousuke finds that mildly satisfying.) Kusanagi is laughing at all this until Emu barrels into her with unapologetic glee and all four of them end up in a pajama’d pile on the floor, sending their laughter echoing against the high ceilings. 

That looks…

…dangerous 

…painful

…chaotic 

…

…like they’re having a good time. 

Shousuke doesn’t “get” Emu. He never has. Surprise surprise. 

His tiny shock of a baby sister, always so loud and smiley against all reason. She’s the one who was raised by their oddball grandpa instead of their austere father; the one with her head in the clouds and no one to pull her down; the one who treasures her namesake like a destiny and a promise; the one who grew up under such nonexistent expectations that she rises to them by merely seeking any; and the one who was given zero responsibilities all her life yet still devotes herself to Wonder Stage and PXL and her family all the same. 

After all these years, Shousuke still finds his youngest sister incomprehensible in many ways. But more and more, he’s willing to admit, in the solitude of a darkened hallway, that he would like to understand. 

——

Shousuke turns on the lamp at his home office desk. 

He pulls out the report and his laptop, but before he can begin, something else slides out of his case onto the desk: that thank you card from WxS. 

The exterior looks even more colorful under the lamplight, and Shousuke thinks now is as good a time as any to finally read it. He slits open the paper stickers holding it closed, and the card pops open on its own. 

“THANK YOU FOR A WONDERHOY TIME!!!” jumps out at him in pop up letters. Emu’s art style again adorns the surface of the card, a drawing of the five of them on the island sitting by the bonfire. All four members of the troupe signed it. 

Shousuke smiles. 

It’s nice. 

He places it next to the cupcake with a bite taken out of the cactus head—the only nonfunctional items on his desk—and he gets back to work. 

#idk why i wrote this #his character is just begging to be poked with a knife i think #might do ones for keisuke and hinata too #dreamer changed my brain chemistry and i simply cannot thrive with this lack of otori family content in this fandom #otori family #glissando’s prosekai brainrot #fanfic #emu otori #shousuke otori #project sekai #wxs

[immren]

4 and 10 for ambrose 15 for immren + a and g (about both of them) for yewwww

How easy is it to earn their trust?

not easy at all. he's extremely paranoid, but he's very easy to talk to and work with despite that. like he doesn't Seem that he's always on edge, but he is. even more so after he becomes prince, because he has a different mindset about the camarilla and anarchs compared to the primogen, who REALLY don't like him, but appointed him as prince since he's naive and easy to control. then they send him across the country once he starts rebelling and being difficult.

the only one person he genuinely trusts is iver. that's why he offered the mutual blood bond lol. and then they divorce every other week. sorry this is unrelated . there's lucien also but they grew apart once ambrose became "more important."

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

ambrose lies so much. even when he's telling the truth, he will usually keep the parts of it to himself if it means getting things to work in his favor. that sort of thing, if that makes sense ?

there are lies he's told that DO actually haunt him. idk if you remember, but that comic i drew of him and his brother, gabriel. like ambrose's sire wiped gabe's memory of him. ambrose meets him again years later and catches gabe's attention bc hes just Staring. so he has to act like he doesn't know him. that hurt him a lot. (brief ambrose lore, his parents died before he was turned, and gabe is his only remaining family member. who's basically dead to him now since andrew mindwiped him and forbids ambrose from speaking to him ever again.)

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

for immren's voice claim, i'm really drawn to jamie bower I think. [Im really sorry for the strangers thing clip, i don't see immren having a british accent 😭] but the way jamie speaks here is really really accurate to how i imagine immren's cadence though. also since his voice also isn't as deep as the voice i used in bg3 (i still love you Voice 3 ).

immren is soft spoken in a normal conversation, almost whispering half the time. every word he says, it's like he says it with purpose. he speaks so eloquently in a way that makes most people Want to listen to him. super easy for him to be manipulative. Looks at his in-game charisma stat.....

also he NEVER uses fillers during his sentences like "um" "uh" "er" etc etc, if that makes sense. though i guess that goes along with "every word he says is said with purpose." lol.. he rarely rehearses because he doesn't need to. he will stay silent if he absolutely needs to think over a response to something. (ex. Gortash asking him to come with him to steal the crown of karsus from mephistopheles, and immren just staring at him for a good twenty seconds before verbally replying.)

he does struggle to speak with emotion, and if he tries, it sounds forced and unnatural. the characters that get to know him on a more personal level can understand his genuine feelings since he's so Direct anyways.

SORRY . I REALLY RAMBLED i hope this makes sense

Why are you excited about this character?

ambrose has a lot of fun connections in his world i love thinking about and would like to eventually draw more interactions of! iver, lucien, his sire, the random human men he won't ghoul but plays with their lives anyways, his former coterie, his new coterie. he's also a fashion model so that gives me an excuse to dress him up like a barbie with fun clothes i find on pinterest. Also vtm in general makes me excited and happy, and not to be biased but i really like my dumbass ventrue lol

immren has a lot of interesting traits to him i like to talk about! not only does he experience the horrors of being a bhaalspawn, he also has that cosmic horror aspect about him too with his eldritch patron. im excited to draw more horror related things with him if im ever feeling brave enough, there are some painting ideas i do have in mind already. there are also things in bg3 i haven't really touched on yet with art so im excited to get around to those too with him

What trait of theirs bothers you the most?

ambrose is really difficult for me to characterize a lot of the time. he's a hypocrite. he's kind. he's twisted. he wants to protect humans yet plays with their lives like they're his toys. he's manipulative. he seeks out the best for his coterie members. im afraid he reads off as inconsistent but maybe that's his charm? 😭

immren is supposed to be a really evil and dark character but sometimes i feel like im woobifying on accident. . does this count . LMFAOO

#ask #oc: ambrose #oc: immren #THANKuu i wrote so many words oops #Guys if theres another spot i forgot to finish a sentence at . . well..

[heraldofcrow]

ALSO I think I've developed a disease where I can't simp for another idiot long enough and then end up switching on a person he wronged somehow (directly or not) ;-; Like I started out as Seluvis simp but moved onto Sellen soon enough, then I started liking Petrus (shut up you are nobody to judge ME!!!) but I move onto Reah at this point 💀💀💀 I think I am an idiot falling for the same trap of not being able to analyze a guy without analyzing all his relationship with other characters, including his incelmates, and that's how I discover that ACTUALLYYYY....... As someone who did NOT make Henriett your blorbo despite subscribing to the idea that Bloody Crow killed her, can you give me an advice how to stop this loop???? I want to simp for TERRIBLE and DISGUSTING MEN like the big girls ;-;

Oh my lord, no wait…I think I have the same problem expect in reverse???

Well, first off….my aroace ass does not “simp” in the way literally everyone means it, because there are rarely any genuine like…”crush” type feelings for The Blorbos, even if that was maybe…idk the initial leaning? But I am apparently one of God’s strongest soldiers because it’s very easy for me to look past just a character’s appearance eventually, no matter how objectively drop-dead gorgeous they are.

Like I draw Bloody Crow very pretty, but I feel nothing close to attraction when I look at him. I am sitting there like, “Look guys it’s the son boy” or some shit lmao, so I am WORTHLESS when it comes to the romantic feelings department. (Nobody believes this when I tell them though and I think that’s hilarious but anyway, MOVING ON).

I have the horrible habit of taking interest in the characters that “wrong” or “torment” my favs like 90% of the time. It depends on how it’s portrayed and said characters have to be well-written, and genuinely worthy rivals, but like…

Annalise and Logarius. Annalise was my girl first. I would gladly die for her. I wrote her an elaborate story. I feel very protective of her character…but um…somehow….Logarius became my fav when I started imagining him as Annalise’s obsessive, deranged political rival?

This happened in FF7 land too, which I won’t go into here because different fandom, but it was the same damn concept. Same with Arcane recently.

Somehow my blorbo’s rivals are also very appealing for me? Every single time? No matter how badly they mess with my fav right in front of my salad?

But I think it has to do with the writing, and mixed feelings absolutely have to be involved. The “rival” or “nemesis” character can’t be horrible for no reason or a cowardly backstabber. They have to be humanized and sympathetic to some degree, with perhaps some type of longing admiration or love for the other character mixed in, even if twisted. They have to equally stand out and be every bit as charismatic.

So, it’s different, but the psychology might be the same! You are drawn to the characters that are notoriously evil in that scheming, petulant sort of way and probably because they have a lot of humorous potential (you do like comedy after all and I am the tragedy junkie. Your fav villains are usually pretty funny and mine are tragic fallen angels). Your lads also tend to have perverse, deranged psyches and are full of nasty emotions. This shit is interesting, let’s not lie, and they are fun to psychoanalyze.

Their victims are usually sweet or well-meaning people who get royally screwed over, and the relationship between them and their tormentors is often fucked up or stricken with tension. Again, that’s all juicy stuff. The villain’s feelings towards their victims, the victim’s response, etc., all of this builds some fascinating relationships—and it’s absurdly difficult to not obsess over the various emotional connections your favorite villains have.

It’s how you learn more about them and the way they think, and you tend to grow to appreciate the other characters in the scenario just as much. This is fun and you shouldn’t stop! I do the same thing even if it’s in reverse!

Sometimes our villains favs are gateways to liking other characters.

#your blorbos and the victim blorbos are valid #we approach them differently but the concept is the same #it’s about the drama of the relationships #so like #enjoy it #have fun #it’s honestly pretty normal and you are “one of the big girls” lmao #there are variations #asks #mutuals #character analysis #fandom stuff

[accidentalharrie]

What I get from the Shia LaBeouf drama…

Olivia, a director with 1 film with bad box office as her resume, is handed the opportunity to do a big budget film with a big distributor and a star studded cast (as opposed to Booksmart where she had to get actors from out of freaking nowhere).

Her first choice is Harry Styles, a man willing to accommodate both to the female lead AND to the studio. Who will come prepared. Who will respect everyone. Who has no problems being second fiddle to a woman, despite knowing he’s the bigger name and box office draw (at that point, in 2019, Florence was just the Midsommar girl!)

Harry has to step down because of tour, so she has to scour Hollywood for a man who can be a box office draw AND also be willing to step back and let a woman take center stage. Look around, not an easy feat. Honey Boy was released in January 2019 and earned Shia a ton of respect and redeemed him in the eyes of the industry for a window of time, and the time happens to be when he’s hired for the role of Jack.

When time for filming approaches, it turns out that Shia is very much not easy to work with, zero percent accommodating, impossible to schedule. At this point, they’re 2 months away from principal photography, in the middle of a pandemic, and Olivia is seeing her big shot as a director slipping away because of this man. But she can’t get mad at him — they don’t have time to find a replacement while keeping their scheduled time. And Florence has other movies lined up, if they don’t film now they might never film. So Olivia is overly nice, super complimentary, does what she can to cater his every whim. Until it becomes ridiculous enough that she has to choose between Florence and Shia, and she clearly chooses Florence.

As Shia steps away, Olivia doesn’t have the luxury of saying “god you’re a fucking NIGHTMARE”, because he’s a respected and adored actor and she’s a filmmaker with 1 movie under her belt. If he starts badmouthing her behind the scenes… SHE becomes the difficult to work diva, so she has to be overly nice, even while he completely crushes her soul and possibly her dreams.

In the end, she does find Harry, and things work out. With Shia’s true colors coming to light once again, Olivia can say what she thought as it all was happening: that ultimately she had to choose her leading woman because Shia was impossible. She didn’t lie. She didn’t say “I fired Shia” but choosing Florence’s side at the threat of him quitting is… the exact same thing as firing him!

And now he’s using the fact that she *had* to be overly nice to him as a way to turn things on her. He didn’t do it in 2020, even though Olivia said the same thing she said now back then. He’s doing it now because he sees the environment created by the misogyny her ex and the fact that she’s dating a younger man surrounded her with.

He’s projecting what he’s doing on her. The worst part is that I’m not even sure he realizes he’s doing it, because he probably thought his nightmarish behavior was completely justified. Men do be like that.

What gives this whole thing away are the dates that he so helpfully provider. He exited the project August 25… the movie was set to start rolling October 26, pre production started late September/early October. I can only imagine how desperate and scared she was.

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#i still have not been able to formulate all my thoughts #but it is so depressing to see so many people take his word as gospel #(or his context-lacking videos for the children in the back) #while yelling about olivia forcing fp to work with him #it all just sucks #worryalittledarling #asks

[bookio]

To Be Me (2015) by Anna Höglund

Rosa is on the edge of becoming a teenager and shares her thoughts of boys, periods, jealousy, body image and sexualization of young girls by older men. She spends her time making a comic about women's history. I don't have much to say beside relating a lot to this kind of thoughts from when i was that age. The drawings are brighter than this author's other books, and the handwritten text is thankfully easy to comprehend and read! 3/5 stars

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Life in a Shoebox (2018) by Liv Marit Weberg

I really liked this book!! It reminds me so so much of one of my favorite animes "Watamote", where a girl tries to fit in with her peers and society only to try so hard she get completely weird. The second hand embarrassment is funny, relatable and deliciously awkward.

Rose just moved to another city to study at a university. Running 10 minutes late to the very first class, she falls into a loop kinda like "well they're gonna be mad at me for being late that last time so.. now when i overslept again might as well try next time .. and oh now it's gone too long to even show my face at all, wow going to class is really difficult puh". I was also like this!! 👏

Instead she goes full NEET on student loan (how long til they realize she isn't attending class?) and starts dating the first guy to ever talk to her on campus. Him thinking they had a moment and asks her later to be his gf. She's however only kinda waiting the relationship to run it's course, funny enough at Christmas she can't think of any gifts to get him so she pulls out — a heckin envelope with 500 SEK in it, and a non personalized note saying "Merry Christmas :)". She tries to save the situation by hitting him between the shoulders, saying "Get yourself something nice!" like a grandparent omg. He ofc breaks up with her.

After the breakup and failed study attempt, the parents are worried and suggest a monthly pay to help her back on her feet. When her parents asks what Rose's plan is, she honestly tells them that she's gonna live out the student loan and then live on their monthly "help". The parents go livid so she quickly lies that she has another class ongoing which calms them down.

Rose follows her plan by living on the student loan while barely leaving the apartment for months. Til the last month arrive and she has miscalculated, student loans are only transferred for 10 months, not 11. She has to call her parents for help to be able to buy food.

The mother noticing her daughter is actually following up the plan she presented them, decides to financially cut her off completely. Rose has to go look for a job, which is really really difficult since she lacks any skills, hate social interactions and is unmotivated.

Somehow, she lands a job at a station pub. Which might seem odd because those are always buzzing with social activities BUT this pub is basically a dead fish in the water. There's no customers (and if there were, the pub has literally nothing to offer) so it's perfect for Rose to just stand around, pretending to work.

The boss however decides to "follow his writing dreams" and hires another girl. And they are planning to start some sort of art magazine. Suddenly there's a lot of people in there and Rose has to actually DO WORK, and her anxiety is completely visible & understandable.

The magazine people have a beer party at the pub, Rose gets drunk. Her ex is there, and he's having a baby with the newly hired girl (they're all 20). The new girl calls Rose a "r*tard" and is baffled to found out her bf was with such a monotone person. Rose checks out and connects with one of the magazine people, a shy guy with glasses. Turns out he's also her neighbor - and have 38 baby rats. They connect over the rats and other things, and soon antisocial Rose visits him daily.

One day, glasses guy informs her he's quitting the magazine to work at his aunt's pet store, in the town over, so he has to move. Rose gets really upset about this, but glasses guy suggest she go with him? And she's like, heck yea! And her parents are happy for her. But at the last chapter, Rose takes a moment to tell herself not to get too comfortable because the "ball of life" will keep on rolling, that there'll definitely be bumps along the way, but nonetheless the "ball will keep rolling". 5/5 stars

[incorrectbandofbrothersquotes]

13, 18, 26 and 27🥰

Thank you, Francy!

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

The hardest is mundane stuff like how a character crosses a room or puts down a book. There's only so many ways to describe it, and I hate sounding repetitive. Easiest for me is dialogue. That flows so freely from my brain and it's how most of my scenes start.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

The scene in Dear Heart where Dick and Melanie confess to each other and make love was actually the very first scene I wrote in the fic. The fic was born because of the idea that I had for a big moment after that scene in the show where Dick looks back at all the memories with the men while interviewing for the transfer. I'd been developing Melanie for a while at that point (but this was about 4 years ago so I'm kinda fuzzy on details). In the first draft, Dick didn't actually throw the interview, he just left it knowing he had to tell her his true feelings. But after talking it over with @mercurygray who suggested that a change in canon can make more of an impact, I felt like it came together a lot better and did have the effect I was looking for. And making him a little more...nervous, I guess? In the first draft, he was way too chill about it, when it feels more in character to have him a little frazzled. It's a big moment! They should be nervous and breathless and all that stuff! It was their big, rom-com moment, and I'm really pleased with how it turned out in the end.

26. How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?

This really depends on the character. To write someone like Dick, for example, I feel like he's not all that complex. Not to say that he lacks depth, by he's not exactly a mystery. But for a lot of his and Mel's chapters, there is more introspection because these are two reserved people. As opposed to say, Juliet and Ron. Juliet is very external, so her fic has a lot of dialogue, especially with Ron. Ron is tricky because he's reserved normally, so his POV chapters were heavier on the internal stuff as well, but Juliet draws something out of him. He behaves differently around his subordinates than he would around a woman he's involved with (not the case for Dick, who is extremely rooted in who he is, which is what Melanie admires most about him). The only time I've regretted going into a character's headspace was when I was writing my Ted Lasso fic and had to write dialogue for James Tartt Sr because I had to come up with mean things to say about my own OC and it was uncomfy lol

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

As far as my OCs go, it's Juliet. She's a lot smarter than me, so some of her remarks took some time to come up with. But that's the beauty of writing - I have the time, and can make her more sharp-witted with every edit. Not that Melanie and Poppy aren't clever, but neither of them are as quick. As far as canon characters, I was very stressed writing Ted Lasso. He's so distinct in his characterization and voice, so it's blaringly obvious when fic writers get it wrong. Thankfully, the feedback has been kind on that one.

#ask game #tvserie-s-worl

[deathdxnces]

He’s probably getting too comfortable, on that him and the Darkin can agree. Still, the knowledge that Kayn’s far too relaxed with his current position with the dancer does little to deter his actions— his head placed in her lap, curious gaze focused on the soft curve of her lips, a picture-perfect display of casual indifference.

“How do you move them…?” he asks, curiosity getting the better of him as his mind wanders. “The blades, I mean. And where is it why come from?”

— @deathfxnds

The very first time he had laid his head upon her lap, exhausted and vulnerable, seemed now a distant thing. It took no extreme situation for Kayn to make himself comfortable this time, undisturbed by tension for once; Irelia inevitably appreciates it each time, rarity that it seems to be for the assassin to have any moment of peace, content to provide him that.

Absentmindedly her fingers brush the loose part of his long locks, gentle as the dancer always is toward him. The initial question draws her attention to the assassin, confusion as to what exactly he means lasting but a second before the explanation it is the blades he refers to. Not a simple question to answer, both for the lack of clear reason and for the tale that accompanied her weapons. A pattern made all too evident by each curious question seeking to know more of her: most of her tales are tragedies, in one way or another, and this is the one that started it all.

"I'm not entirely sure," A sincere confession, in reply to his first inquiry. "As to the how, I mean. It wasn't a power I always had — it only manifested when I needed it most." The shallow graves in what had once been a garden, the armored men occupying her home as if it belonged to them; a death sentence turned against those who would kill her. The memories come easy, even now. Her gaze strays from his, wanders somewhere else she pays no real attention to, and Irelia tries not to seem as grim as she feels. "There is some sort of connection to the Spirit of Ionia — I can't hear it as Karma does, but I can feel it. Somehow, that's where my power comes from. But there was never anyone who could explain what I do and how."

"My grandmother used to say our family's dances were connected to the Spirit — I didn't believe her before, but I wonder if it's somehow related. She was dead before I could ask, though," While a hand continues its task, softly playing with his hair, the other moves away, a fluid gesture enough to make the blades float. Irelia has done it enough times before it takes no effort at all to reform her family crest as it had been once. Whole, if not for the visible marks of where it had been broken. "And that is where they come from."

"It's my family's crest. Used to be on a wall in our house. I wasn't there when the noxians arrived — I had been learning from Zinneia in the Placidium, and it was the rumors of the invasion that brought me back. But they were already dead when I arrived." Killed not long before, she imagines, the earth freshly turned, the house still being pillaged by the soldiers. Another smooth gesture and the crest is undone, blades carefully returned to their former resting place. "It was recent. The soldiers were still throwing away anything they had no use for, before occupying the house."

"One of them was carrying the crest. I took it from his hands," The story spills easily, easier than it should. Easier than ever before. Had she even told anyone else the entire tale? The pause, longer than it ought to be, is accompanied by intense dread, air difficult to breathe. Restlessness almost makes her want to get up, move away, speak not one word more. How much can she give away so easily, unafraid of the damage she gives him the power to do?

Why does she choose to push against it and continue, conscious that it is once again placing the knife in his hands, pointing at her heart, and hope he will not use it?

"I don't know why that was the thing I reached for," Her voice is quieter when she speaks again, trying to breathe, trying to press on. Irelia trusts him; they wouldn't be there if she didn't. Now that she had started to tell, she would finish the story. "But I managed to take it, I think because he didn't expect an eleven-year-old to even try," It is one of the details she remembers best, the surprise on the man's face, dumbfounded by what she did. "His superior didn't appreciate my defiance. So the admiral told his men to shatter the crest, then kill me."

"I wasn't strong enough to do anything when they took it back. One of them used an iron maul to break it — and when it was in pieces, I felt it for the first time, that connection to Ionia, to the blades." Only then does the dancer realize she had stopped playing with his hair at some point, her hands colder than before, nails pressed against her palms. Irelia looks at Kayn again, then, softspoken in closing the tale. "That's how I got them. It's the only reason I survived."

It does not take explaining, she believes, to understand how. She lived — two of the noxians did not. This time Irelia allows silence to follow, the words no longer easily spilled. There is no expectation for him to break it, for any demonstration of sympathy; it had been a long time ago, now, and she had grown tired of empty words years before, commiseration and condolences alike never making any difference.

Carefully her hand returns to his hair, the contact somehow soothing despite being given instead of received. There is no expectation, but neither is there any suggestion he ought to uphold the silence, her own not the sullen sort. What sorrow the tale elicits in her manifests only as distant melancholy; tragic though the story may be, it had been willingly shared.

An odd feeling, still, to lower every wall and make herself vulnerable, to allow another to be so close in face of a mere question. At times Irelia wonders if there is anything he might ask that she would not answer, any part of her she would not give, if only Kayn made the request.

#» in character — ⌜the blade dancer.⌟ #deathfxnds #congratulations he unlocked the tragic backstory #i don't think she'd ever have told it in as much detail to anyone else :/ #it was probably always just 'noxians killed my family during the war' c':

[smol-feralgremlin]

Hello! May I ask these for Wren and Theo (and anyone else you think has interesting answers!!), please?

44, 24, 13, 4

~Morri🗡 (@memento-morri-writes)

Looking at this ask game made me remember that this was one of the original source materials for my Mega OC Questions List, adjksajda. No wonder some of the questions looked familiar! (and get my stamp of approval.)

jkdasjdahdhakjsd Morri I want you to know Wren and Theo are a romantic duo and that this makes it all so very fun.

4) Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

Wren was the only survivor of a war band wiping out her village because it was on the border between Praika and Elenstris during the worst of the war between the two countries. She was 7 and her memory is rather hazy beyond her mother shoving her into a wardrobe with her blanket and piling things in front of her. She heard the screams and she doesn't like to talk about what she found when she finally got out of the wardrobe.

Xiren, her adoptive father, knows of the event because he's the one that found her wandering around the village and crying. And he was the one who directly caused the second event of taking her in and changing her into a dragon-shifter.

Theo witnessed men in womens clothing, and women in mens clothing in a country wide gathering of circuses when he was younger. And it changed him because he didn't know that was something that could happen. It did lead to him sneaking into that particular circus's ground to ask question and some of the men even let him try on things before he had to go back to his parents circus. No one else outside of those men he briefly met knows about it, but for that brief time he felt more right than he had before, and he kept it locked inside because he knew his parents would never allow it to happen.

13) Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?

Wren is not bothered in the slightest. Which is good considering part of her job includes killing humans and non-humans alike.

Theo is bothered by it only because he'd really rather not see people die. Still follows Wren into dangerous situations because "Wren don't scowl at me like that, the people love bloody stories- Okay you put an arrow through his skull, that's :( You said you'd warn me first."

24) How quick is your character to trust someone else?

Neither of them are quick to trust.

Wren is part of the Wandering Order, which is entirely reliant on secrecy of a sort and keeping a sort of peace between humans and non-humans.

Theo grew up in a circus, which is not great for learning how to trust those who aren't circus people, and then his parents enlisted him in the army. Which he deserted but then found himself on the wrong side of the border in Praika and has been hiding the fact he's Thiran as he travels the country as a bard.

44) How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

Wren, it can be a little difficult for her to say it depending on who it is, but overall it's not all that difficult. Hypothetically she could say it without meaning it, but she just doesn't want to.

For Theo, supremely easy. And he can do it without meaning it. Man knows how to draw out those extra few coins in tips.

I might add others a little later!

#thanks for the ask! #ask game #i love these two #gremlin writing