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wolves-in-the-world · 8 months

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Goran Višnjić as Nikola Tesla in Doctor Who 12.4, Nikola Tesla's Night of Terror.

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[1] A still from an episode of Doctor Who, showing Goran as Nikola Tesla in front of Niagara Falls with an audience of men in suits and top hats, only their backs shown to us. Nikola is gesturing towards the waterfall as he speaks. He's a tall, slim man of about fifty in an old-fashioned suit with a tailcoat, pinstriped trousers, a waistcoat and watch-chain. He has a moustache, and brown hair parted in the middle, a few inches long and styled neatly with a bit of a wave.

[2] Goran as Nikola Tesla gesturing towards a device I don't understand well enough to even describe except that it's two corrugated metal cylinders and electricity is arcing between them, blue and dramatic, while he gestures like a magician. His other hand is on a lever, his face obscured by a starburst of blue light.

[3] A close-up of Goran as Nikola Tesla with a lightbulb in the foreground gleaming with warm light. He's looking off-screen and smiling slightly, eyes large and grey-blue, eyebrows raised, creases in his forehead and around his mouth. He's wearing a butterscotch-yellow tie with a wing or tuxedo shirt collar.

[4] A side-on view of Goran as Nikola Tesla bent over a workbench doing something with a tool we only see as a faint gleam of metal. He's bent almost double, intent on his work, a curl of hair falling down above his forehead, his coat gone and his shirt sleeves rucked up to the elbow so that his arms are bare and evidently hairy. The scene's dark, lit only by a candle lamp.

[5] A view of Goran as Nikola Tesla looking at a figure mostly out of view, visible to us only as blonde hair at the side of the screen. Nikola's eyes are a little wide, his mouth slightly open, making him look bewildered, and perhaps wary - I thought of it as his "okay, either you or this situation is bonkers" face. His thumb is just visible at the bottom of the screen, suggesting he's gesturing or fidgeting with his hands.

[6] A view of Goran in a crowded street, no coat, standing almost a head taller than everyone else and gesturing with one hand in a way that signals frustration or defensiveness, his eyes closed, mouth open as he speaks. A few bowler hats are visible around him, and a few of Nikola's companions - Dorothy, a serious-faced woman of thirty or so with tightly curly hair and smart clothing; the Doctor, currently a woman with straight blonde hair looking curiously past Dorothy; and just a glimpse of Yasmin in the background in a flat blue hat.

[7] A side-on view of Jodie Whittaker as the Doctor and Goran as Nikola both paying rapt attention to a glowing green mechanical-looking ball in a dish, with the Doctor pointing her sonic screwdriver at it and Nikola bending down to watch at the opposite side of the desk, hands folded together as if he's fidgeting, intent on her work. The Doctor's in a long light grey coat with a hood, incongruous for the era, and it's clear she'd be a lot shorter than him if he weren't currently courting back pain.

[8] The same scene as before, minutes later - the Doctor only visible as blonde hair in the foreground, Nikola's face transformed like he's realised something wonderful, eyes on the Doctor and leaning forward slightly, or still leaning on the desk. His mouth is open as he talks, his eyes bright, skin creasing faintly at the corners with a real smile.

[9] The same scene as before, seconds later. Goran as Nikola is looking to the side, no longer smiling but serious and thoughtful.

[10] The same scene as before, seconds later. Nikola is looking back at the Doctor and raising his eyebrows in a question at something she said, his forehead creasing, his expression perhaps a little doubtful.

[11] A close-up of Goran as Nikola in a room with warmer and dimmer lighting, his hair coming loose a bit as short curls on his forehead, frowning as he talks to someone off-screen. The angle exaggerates his nose, emphasises the lines around his mouth.

[12] A different view of the scene, zoomed out. Nikola is bent over a worktable beside Yasmin, a young woman with curled hair and a smart navy-blue jacket, and they're looking at each other as though discussing a problem, Nikola folding or rubbing his hands together. The desk of a mess of wires and oddments, lit bulbs in metal cages and what might be the odd green ball from earlier.

[13] Nikola and Yasmin in a very different location, dimly lit, with strange red lights in the background and a green light over their faces. (They're on an alien spaceship.) Yasmin is looking down at the floor like she's stunned, mouth open, and Nikola is holding her arm like he's just pulled her back, but his eyes are on something or someone else we can't see. His eyes are wide, his expression startled and openly afraid.

[14] Nikola and Yasmin still on the spaceship, blurry machinery behind them, but Nikola is almost level with Yasmin now and they're standing close, both looking at a third party off-screen. Yasmin's expression is one of distaste and a little anger, and Nikola's eyebrows are drawn down, expression somewhere between bewildered and worried.

[15] A different scene, different lighting - deep blue in the background, warm light on Nikola's face. It's an odd angle, his head ducked as though looking at something, his expression serious.

[16] A different scene, perhaps daytime with electric lighting, Nikola in conversation with someone off-screen who's clearly shorter than him. His hair's a little disarrayed, eyebrows raised and forehead creased, but there's something of a smile to his eyes and his mouth that gentles it.

[17] The same scene, seconds later, slightly zoomed in. Nikola's eyebrows are lower, forehead still creased and eyes a little scrunched, like he doesn't understand yet what the other person means. There's something tender about it still.

[18] A different room, darker, Nikola grinning while the Doctor is mostly off-screen, just a little of her hair visible, except she's raising a hand for a high-five that he isn't reciprocating. Creases are splayed out from his eyes, deep ones around his mouth, his nose sharp from this angle.

[19] A different view of the high-five moment, focusing on the Doctor as she realises he doesn't know to reciprocate - the high-five wasn't invented yet - and starts to lower her hand. Her mouth is wide open, teeth showing, somewhere between a grin and talking, and her body language is open exuberance. The creases around Nikola's eyes are still very visible from this angle, though most of his face isn't.

[20] A view of Goran as Nikola with his eyes closed as if he's blocking something out, and a look of forbearance and faint frustration on his face.

[21] A side-on view of Goran as Nikola, a shorter man in the background and the TARDIS behind them both, its windows glowing white. Nikola's expression is determined and a little grim, more hair curling messily against his forehead.

[22] A view of Goran as Nikola outside, trees in the background, a blurry blue-white sky and what might be yellowish grass. He's wearing old-fashioned aviator goggles on his forehead, where they're pushing his hair up so it's even messier, and he's looking down at something with a troubled expression.

[23] A view of the Doctor and Goran as Nikola in the TARDIS, the scene awash in electric blue and peach-pink, and no other lighting. The Doctor's leant over the TARDIS controls doing something there and looking back at Nikola, who has picked up some sort of contraption and is looking down at it, expression either troubled or focused. The light on his face is blue, throwing his features into sharp and unflattering relief.

[24] A view of Goran as Nikola in the TARDIS still, the lighting blue, the angle of his shoulders suggesting his hands are on his hips, and his expression now one of open joy. His eyes are large, his mouth open and smiling slightly, soft creases on either side.

[25] A view of Goran as Nikola on the street, looking with his head tilted at someone in the foreground - barely visible, except for the bowler hat. Nikola's expression is tolerant, a restrained smile with narrow eyes, and his hands are probably clasped behind his back.

[26] A view of Goran as Nikola on the street, now talking to the Doctor, only the back of her head visible. Nikola's in the same pose as before, hands behind his back, only leaning slightly towards her now, his expression warm as he talks to her. The creases around his eyes are back, and it's another angle that emphasises his nose.

[27] The same view as before, only now Nikola's ducked his head, almost like he's shy, or needs a moment to collect himself. The creases have gone from his eyes, but the smile's still there at his mouth.

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#Goran Višnjić #Goran Visnjic #doctor who #nikola tesla's night of terror #orig #genuinely just a screenshot dump please excuse the various lighting crimes #this was my exposure to the actor playing a genuinely nice guy and it turned my entire brain on its head thank you #he does such a great job with this I'm just thrilled he gets to play sweet characters too #also slightly offended the doctor didn't adopt him. c'mon doctor you need a nerd friend and he needs to be reminded he's brilliant c'mon #timeline shmimeline you could at least be penpals #anyway tumblr increasing the maximum number of images per post to thirty was dangerous and this is why #I should have to pare it down further but that's not happening. enjoy!#note that I do image descrips like this because I've found alt text doesn't always work on mobile. maybe only 'cos I say so much though.#also image descrips remain a mortifying experience. now all of tumblr knows I'm not normal about this man.#I didn't know it before either ffs

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cillyscribbles · 2 years

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i love you broken speech i love you heavy accents i love you regional dialects i love you pidgins i love you sociolinguistics i love you beginner speakers i love you interjections i love you language

#learning language is genuinely such a magical thing #(ie absolute hell while you're doing it but god it feels so GOOD afterwards)#kinda like art. guess that's why i like it haha #cilly.txt #i'm just. man! thinking today #thinking about how my friends keep enduring me rambling on and on about lithuanian registers near daily because i find them so fascinating #thinking about how i sometimes say a phrase i translated in my head and get a weird look because it's not a thing in english #thinking about how nice it is to be taught by people who can tell just how GARBAGE you are right now but theyre genuinely thrilled #that youre trying and making an effort #thinking about how my teacher fr just told me to stick my tongue out so i could pronounce the danish 'dd' easier #thinking about how some kids had to spell out their names 3 times to me in lithuanian sign language because it was my first time there #but god were they thrilled when i finally got it #man #humans #learning #it's all so incredible isn't it #just #what an experience my god

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spushii · 10 months

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why are leftists on this website unironically complaining about Feminist Killjoys gently reminding everyone that a movie on a corporate IP is trying to sell you something. The movie being good or fun does not mean that it's primary purpose is not to create or increase cultural awareness and good will with consumers so that they can sell something to you

#these people always try and Pretend to have feminist values at heart by saying shit like “do you have the same complaints about boy's toys?”#and its like. yeah man. i think hyperaggressive marketing to children is bad actually. like always.#plus i think it's kind of terrible the way so many boy's or 'gender neutral' toylines really lean into the narrative of Evil Criminal Stop #-The Bad Guy ! this guy is robbing the bank ! We have to Help The Police stop him !#or are just literally selling the thrill of Guns and War #like man no one is telling you that you can't watch the movie. i'm going to watch the movie. i'm probably going to like it a lot #that doesn't change the fact that it's very existence is a symptom of something i think is genuinely very wrong with society

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scribbledquillz · 1 year

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Your Fire Burns in My Veins

A Dragon Age: Origins Fanfic - Updated April 14th, 2023

Chapter 5 - An Unexpected Outcome

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"This was not the end meant for him. Life, stubborn and heedless as it was, had not seen fit to set him free despite his best efforts of escape, and damn him a coward but he did not have the strength to fight back against its grasp again."

When best laid plans go awry, both Zevran and Revka find themselves in the beginning of a tenuous alliance.

Oblivion ebbed away slowly, its embrace a tide drawn back in a gradual, unrelenting retreat. One by one Zevran’s senses floated back from the depths, only to catch haphazardly in his thoughts like scattered shells and bits of broken glass in the sand. Pain rose fastest from the darkness. A throbbing ache pulsing through the tangled web of sensation and weight he assumed to be his body. He pressed out through it, willed his mind back to some semblance of order through the fog in search of where and what and how.

He had not died, of that much he was certain. There was no paradise waiting for him alongside the Maker, but this hurt felt entirely too banal for it to be the work of some divine punishment, and he doubted very much that such things would come paired with the scent of mud and manure. Unconsciousness then, blunt and graceless as the blow which had sent him tumbling into it. He prodded along the edges of the pain, tasting iron as he traced back to its roots at the back of his head, along the curve of his jaw up into his nose. The needling made his mind swim, fresh agony sparking a roll of nausea deep in his gut as his last moments began to form in a muddied, disjointed string of images. Bared teeth and brilliant light. Steel claws. Death looming like a lover above him, his skin burning at their touch.

Rinna.

His mind seized the memory, clarity breaking through the cracks and splitting them wide in sudden violence. Her voice was barely an echo now, but it had come so easily to him then. As though she had been there, standing at his back with anger and anguish carving a scowl across her face, her disgust more cutting than any blade.

Is that truly what you want, Zev?

His hands were his own again, feeling returned enough to sense the damp earth beneath his fingers when they curled toward his fist. Blood surged, rushing through his head and ringing in his ears as realization sank in. This was not the end meant for him. Life, stubborn and heedless as it was, had not seen fit to set him free despite his best efforts of escape, and damn him a coward but he did not have the strength to fight back against its grasp again. Not yet. The wounds Rinna’s words had left behind were too raw. Whether because of the Maker’s will, the dead’s demand for greater penance or the simple, chaotic irony of chance, death had given its answer when it spat him back out from the Void. And he would not make the mistake of challenging it further this day.

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#dragon age origins #dragon age: origins #dragon age #dragon age fanfiction #zevran arainai #revka tabris #zevwarden #zevka #your fire burns in my veins #lilou writes #i've been waiting for so long to get to this point in their story #and i'm so so genuinely thrilled to be here #and excited for what's in the future for them #thank you all for those of you who read my silly story about my silly favorites #it means the world <3

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memoriescut · 7 months

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fandom calling pudding selfish for what she did at the end of wci don't understand the nuances of being an absolute gaslight gatekeep girlboss who can't help but be messy to further the plot

#she's a gray morality character OF COURSE she was gonna so something absolutely unhinged like erase the narrative #like have you seen who she has to deal with lmao what person mentally stable would say #“hey these couple days were so much fun i'm glad you were my fiancée” to which pudding is ??? bc WHAT ABOUT THE MURDERS #and sure sanji only thinks about the good moments blah blah blah BUT pudding's “evil side” is realistic af #the past few days were a complete shitshow BUT pudding (who didn't want to get married) made sure to cooperate and turn things in her favor #SHE GOT WHAT SHE WANTED IN THE END. she's free from the act and go back to her everyday life even tho it feels stale now #oda said something interesting aka that the most important romance we'll see is the love for an adventure #and that's the point really everything sucked but somehow despite the attempted murders the chaotic side adventure brought joy #but she's not gonna leave that door open of course bc it turns her world upside down and she can't allow that #genuinely think she's gonna be the crew's cheshire cat in the future in the sense that she's gonna aid them on their quest #bc she loves the thrill of the adventure but also be an absolute bastard about how she helps bc it's fun 💖

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giggly-squiggily · 9 months

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AHHHHUSGAPAAJSGAOAKSBS!

Thank you for writing my Mikey and Draken fic! Fussy Mikey is literally my favorite ❤️❤️

Hope you're doing well!

kjlerkjaejkreajrjejr thank you so much, anon! I appreciate it! :3 Fussy Mikey is just so dang adorable ajkreakrekajrj

I'm kicking butt, taking names! I hope the same for you!

#squiggily speaks #ask #anon #kind anons #I'm thrilled to bits!#thank you so much for the kind words #i genuinely appreciate it :3

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iniziare · 1 year

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A lil end of the year secret to share with you. I never thought of zack and tifa in my life ever until this month and now they live rent free in my head. i love the potential of these two so much??? wtf I have known of these games for so long and here i am with this new world. thank you to you and sicsemper for giving me this xmas present

I don't know who you are, but this is the best secret (bar none) that you could have shared with me at the end of 2022 like this. Rest assured that I shared this with @sicsemper the moment I saw it, because my heart is so warm, it's unreal. Mika, people love our ship 😭 I mean I say 'ours' but, thankfully have been some out there who shipped it prior to us, but they mostly seem safely tucked away on Twitter. Any way, I digress— it's never too late for people to join us on this little bandwagon of Zifa, it's been my favourite thing since Mika opened my eyes to it and it has skyrocketed to levels of my love for Clerith within days, it makes that much sense. The fact that others seem to see and agree with it, well, that's one hell of an extra Christmas present for me too.

Stay tuned, because I hope to be writing these for a long time to come and ship them still from the grave one day. Hope you had a wonderful Christmas, non, thank you for this. <3

#[ saved. ] i don't want to harp on this but did you like the custom rabbit? / ... did i like it? / nailed it. right?#[ inquiries: out of character. ] you can call me anytime. i'll put you on hold. i like to watch the line blink.#[ you guys make me emotional; it's fine. ]#[ ... i can't see the tags that i'm typing because i'm for once answering this directly from my askbox. ]#[ so we'll see how this goes-- but hi yes. ]#[ thank you so much for this. seriously. my heart is genuinely warmed. ]#[ i have such a thoroughly amazing time responding to these threads with mika. ]#[ and it makes me so happy that others seem to like them as well. ]#[ means a world and then some. ]#[ so thank you. /thank you/. ]#[ and i truly hope you have the most wonderful day! and of course; had the most thrilling holidays. ]

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unproduciblesmackdown · 1 year

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truly fitting re: billions to have the lose-lose that if winston is written out i get to be disappointed for obvious reasons and if winston isn't written out i get to be disappointed for being denied ever knowing peace

#winston billions #winston rotation is evidently not contingent on ''is there new & recent canon material''#taking it back to the original [showing up for season four] days like i got to be mad abt like what; having to wait until may & june???#having More to wait on at all???? like Win in theory absolutely. in practice like at least once a half yr i have to reckon w/mortality like #or even the [suppose i'm alive though] precarity of like ughhh if i can't Readily know Of new billions material?? gonna be so mad fr....#think winston's been treated as pretty disposable the whole time so if they just actually do kick him out ever it'd be perfectly in line...#annoying & disappointing too but that also applies re like. The Limits Re Approaching Your Autistic Character That You Could Easily Surpass #i Don't give billions a lot of benefit of the doubt regarding whether its writing sees winston so much more differently than characters do #however it does see him as a funny little guy who adds flair & flavor and will can so readily wrangle & crush even this material thrown out #talking to michael greif about it all again. an edit of him in that one deh video #just substitute in some ''taylor mason''s and ''scintillating dynamic'' and etc like yeah it all still applies so hard #Not Thrilled abt the plausibility they write him off early or sm shit but also just like sigh yeah they would. if i'd be upset abt it more #then i guess that's just something to find out if it happens lol. did some work on being deeply bothered out of the way back w/s5 even....#anyways i'm half sort of humorous abt all this half sort of serious all [humor isn't Unserious anyways. it's not not a framework that #allows for and is even all the more capacious for completely genuine matters] and the nuance & granularity betwixt them is a secret.#really what it is is simply I'm Having My Very Exact Experiences and the internal philosopher symposium has it all covered #like sighing & invariably facing disappointment from billions? regardless does not mean in general complaining abt billions lol #profound differences in complaining probably. got things covered like i'm Liking & [Smh]ing in my exact & thorough ways thank you #like the completely self contained [winston billions] times....#anyways it Will be more of a direct disappointment if he's banished in ep two or some shit of course.#just also as usual: it wouldn't be the middle of billions production / anticipating the next season if it didn't seem perfectly possible #at least by this point i'll upgrade expectations to ''yeah i don't think they'd simply write him off offscreen between seasons'' but eh.#that's still a ''Probably not'' scenario....but writing him out at all? giving it a generous 50/50

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icehot13 · 1 year

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lolol i got that california DOJ newsletter and there’s a picture of the google building in it and i was so!!! “I BUILT THAT!!! that’s us!!!” and then i saw the headline is ‘suing google for unfair monopoly’ so this isn’t about how cool the building we built them is, huh, that’s fine, i get it, it’s cool you don’t have to say anything about it

like they lifted the roof with cranes and stuff, but like, it’s fine. we don’t have to make a big deal out of it.

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elizabethrobertajones · 2 years

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Hmmm, I no longer know how long I've even had covid but somewhere since then I made my dear Ratty as comfort alt, and he's just arrived in Ishgard, road to 80 boosted all the way to level 69 and ready to hit 70 as soon as he hands in any quests... ppffttt. What an over achiever.

#every time I play an video game character named from the story he comes from I end up writing it #Ratty was my main WoW character for like my early 20s :')#I literally never talk about the Melly Mythos here even though it's 90% of my emotional energy #when it comes to writing #I have easily 40 drafts of this novel dating back to when I was 14 #A ton of my IRL friends call me Melly #I was known as Melly online for my entire teens and 20s #then I get to tumblr and I'm like oh Melly's name is taken I'll be Lizzy #and no one here knows a thing about this #and I have just posted a picture of a genuine celebrity XD #You guys if you knew who Ratty was you would be SO THRILLED okay

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ell-vellan · 1 year

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I like how you portray Bull in your fic, especially his POV sections. Do you find Bull to be a difficult character to write? He definitely is for me -_- he’s just too complicated. How do you do it?

Oh wow thanks so much! He is so complicated and I love delving into that, but he is absolutely a tricky character to understand - and on purpose, too, just like he is for the companions in the game. I think I lean more heavily into his disillusionment with war, his PTSD, and his spy training because it's the part I understand and relate to better (moreso than his wilder mercenary life), having known and worked with a lot of old retired soldiers and hearing them talk for years and years.

I definitely have to sit on his chapters for a while and go back and forth wondering what he would think about this or that. He does not like revealing his secrets 😅

This got long so more under the cut!

His sense of himself as a mindless tool for violence, his identity as Hissrad and as a liar, wars with what I think is an innate desire to help people and a deep love for his friends. It fascinates me. I obsessively read all his banters, watched YouTube playthroughs (the way he responds with bitterness when Gatt calls him Hissrad informed how I think he feels about that identity), and his history from the Wiki and just go from there. I’ve also read fanfics and fan meta about him that make me go “oh wow” and shed light on an aspect of his character I wouldn’t have come to on my own.

But a lot of his mindset, in the fresh after becoming Tal Vashoth time period like he is in the fic, is figuring out who he is now that he gets to choose, which is also something a lot of young soldiers deal with when they leave the military. A lot of them join up young, either fresh after high school or even in high school with JROTC, before they've really developed a solid, independent sense of self. And then they have this culture of violence and strict obedience molding their minds for a few years, they're dependent on the military for housing and feeding them, can really only rely on each other, and are sent off to kill people - or at least train and mentally prepare to kill people.

But unless they're lifers, they'll leave eventually. Sometimes they're kind of lost and bitter and disillusioned with how they feel they were betrayed by the system. Sometimes they have lifelong injuries. And they might have trouble adjusting - like what do I do now with all this violence in my head, all these horrible memories? What do I do without the rigid structure and hierarchy telling me how to live?

I grew up in that culture and as a teen read a lot of war biographies like Band of Brothers, so that's the lens I see Bull through, and probably informs my take on him the most. I really love writing him and especially the transformation in his head we didn't get in the games, where he has to deal with that loss of structure, struggle mentally with it, and then slowly gets to develop a personal sense of self-determination for the first time.

It definitely depends on the “type” of Bull you want to portray - he has so many layers and I don’t necessarily think it’s wrong to write him in any one of those faces he shows to the world. I write him like this because it’s the aspect of him I best understand. You may notice how I don’t really write the “flirty mercenary chief with the vulgar jokes” version of him in very much detail because for some reason that just is way harder for me to do, lol.

I’m also consciously trying to show the Venn diagram of what he and a mage Lavellan might have in common. They’re SO different, so I like kind of teasing apart their religions and cultures and figure out how these two people might relate to each other. I spend probably too much time thinking about it tbh.

#thank you so much for asking i was genuinely thrilled to type this out #sorry it got long #totally just my personal take on him and the military in general #i hope this helped some anon!#i love this question #i just hope it makes sense because i'm currently sick and sleep deprived lol #asks

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drunktuesdays · 1 year

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everyone is fucking but no one is horny

one of my twitter friends recently said that if she could order up a fic it would be a story written by someone who has only ever read the classics, 1.5 star trek novelizations, and their mother's romance novels from 1970, written about two people are so out of their minds horny for each other it causes them to make the absolute worst choices anyone's ever made.

and i almost lost my mind laughing because i do know exactly what she means. there is a weird vibe i can sometimes sense within the first few paragraphs a fic that really bums me out. it's almost like i can tell the author is thinking way too much about what i'm thinking about their id and it's suddenly like we're all suddenly wondering how riding a bicycle works when we're mid-ride. when you start worrying too much audience interpretation or how a fic is going to do or play or ugh marketability, it genuinely adds some weird self-conscious distance to whatever you're doing. and it's the pits from the reader side because it removes so much horniness from your story even if the idea you have is genuinely good! i know this is not a niche complaint--you find it literally everywhere as every sector of the creative internet gets #content-ed and people can't escape the stats of how any given creative outlet does.

but god there's literally nothing better than sitting down and reading some freaknasty person's art where they do not give a single shit if you like it. they had something to say and my god they were gonna say it. i've accidentally acquired so many kinks by clicking on a story where someone took me on the most insane ride of my life and i thrilled about it. i don't wanna read about polite normal regular love. i don't wanna read about people using therapy-speak on each other. i wanna read about two people feeling the biggest craziest feelings of their entire life and they cannot do anything about it except bang it out. what else are we doing here? if they're not fucking down an entire house, well jed i don't even wanna read it.

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queenofthearchipelago · 8 months

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What gets me the most about the wwdits finale is that while Nandor didn't know that Guillermo had Derek turn him into a vampire, he literally knew everything else.

He knew that the Van Helsing blood would fight the vampire cells and he knew that the only way to fix that was to drink human blood. He knew that Guillermo wouldn't do well as a vampire, at least that he wasn't ready and he didn't even hesitate to try and fix it for him. He instantly reached for the Djinn, and when that didn't work, he very intelligently made up a vampire tradition that would allow Guillermo to have a choice.

And when Guillermo couldn't go through with what was required to make that choice, Nandor essentially said, I know you. I know you can't kill him, not like this, and I know you want me to do it for you because you need me to do it for you.

And after it's done, Nandor tells him he knows it was hard but he thinks Guillermo made the right decision for himself. It's been 13 years, but he isn't ready. And then Nandor walks away to give Guillermo the space he needs to process all of that.

In this episode Nandor proved beyond all doubt that he is the smartest vampire here. He's the oldest and he's not been careless about his choices with Guillermo. He kept telling him that "He was getting around to it." But that was clearly to avoid saying that Guillermo wasn't ready yet.

And despite that, he's clearly been thinking about it. That, hey, when I do eventually turn him, because we both want that (Nandor doesn't want to lose Guillermo to old age and Guillermo does ultimately want to be a vampire), I'm gonna have to figure out how to combat the Van Helsing blood with the vampire cells.

And when it came down to it, he knew just what to do to make Guillermo human again. He knew that killing Derek would only age Guillermo by a month, not kill him.

Nandor has been paying attention this whole time. He's smart. He knows a lot more than he ever let onto before. And despite his anger at first, he did the kind thing.

I look forward to where this relationship goes from here. Because it isn't going back to how it was before. Guillermo can't just go back to being a frustrated familiar. Nandor can't go back to pretending his protectiveness is dismissal. Nandor proved here just how much he cares by throwing out all vampire tradition (as he's done before, but never like this). And Guillermo was at the mercy of a community he so desperately wanted to join but simply couldn't do it.

I don't know who they are after this, but I hope it's more honest and emotional. I hope they actually talk about what it is to be a vampire, and how does Nandor do it. I hope they talk about why Guillermo wants this so badly. I want them to talk about why does Guillermo want this with Nandor so badly, because it's clear to everyone this is more than a regular familiar and master relationship. I want them to talk about what Nandor is hoping for after all of this. To know that Guillermo isn't ready, and maybe he'll never be ready, but he doesn't want to lose him. So what does he want?

They subverted all the tropes so hard that I genuinely don't know where we go from here. Somewhere new, I suppose. What a thrill

#wwdits #wwdits spoilers #nandor #Guillermo #nandermo #nandor the relentless #thoughtsfromthequeen

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Moment's respite

the boys react to you being really sleepy around them 💤

characters: zayne, xavier, rafayel x gn reader content: established relationship, comfort a/n: this was from an anon who requested a sleepy m/c! i'm sorry it took a bit, but to the lovely anon i hope i did your idea justice! shoutout to all my constantly sleepy folks out there as well

𝒁𝑨𝒀𝑵𝑬

It was only midday when you and Zayne boarded the train from Snowcrest back to Linkon, but your head was already lolling to the side. The homey, wintery town had an atmosphere that was too relaxing. Especially during those late afternoons after you and Zayne had gone cafe hopping, you wanted nothing more than to bask in the sun and fall asleep.

As you settled into your seat by the window, Zayne pushed his and your luggage in the above storage compartment. Seeing his partner’s head bob towards the glass window, Zayne smiled to himself.

“I've never seen a person so sleepy before.” Zayne remarked, taking his place in the seat beside you.

“It’s not my fault,” you mumbled groggily, “it’s the town.”

You began to rub your eyes, attempting to bring some life back into them.

“I didn’t realise a town could have sedative properties.” He said, dryly.

“You don’t understand, it’s too cosy. I feel like all my defences are down.”

Zayne was entertained at the way you spun that into a complaint. A renowned hunter who finally takes a well-needed break feels too comforted by their holiday getaway.

He rested a hand on his chin in mock thought. “Should we have added combat training in the itinerary to have you be more alert, then?”

You laughed, knowing that if that had actually happened you would have hated it. The relaxation you experienced on this trip was a genuine good thing for the both of you. You continued to rub your eyes, trying to remove the build-up from when you last slept. Your movements were halted as Zayne gently held your wrists in place. You looked over at him, curiously.

“I may not be an ophthalmologist, but I know rubbing your eyes too hard can damage the lens.” He leaned closer to examine them. They were slightly red from all the pressure you had put on them.

“Forcing yourself awake won’t do you any favours.” He gently brushed a thumb over your eyelids. “You should sleep.”

He relaxed his shoulders, bumping them against yours in wordless invitation. You felt your protest fizzle away at the thought of resting on Zayne right this second. Some argument about how he would be bored without his number 1 conversation partner on the commute disappeared when you tilted your head and fell on his shoulder.

“Don’t forget to wake me up when we get there…” Your voice trailed off as you nuzzled in place, trying to find a good spot to sleep.

Zayne combed his fingers through your hair, tidying it up from your head wiggling. You were unresponsive to his touch. Your steady breathing signalled that you had already passed out. He stared fondly at your peaceful face. Inwardly, he admitted that the ride would be much less fun without your chatter, but he was more than content with just your presence alone.

Succumbing to temptation, he lightly poked your cheek. He mused to himself about how you were somewhat correct — your defences were down, but it was to his benefit. He could finally do things like this without your teasing.

𝑿𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑬𝑹

Xavier moved his hand, ready to turn over to the next page of the book. He looked at you, expectantly.

“Have you finished this page?”

You hummed affirmatively, and he eagerly flipped to the next chapter.

You and Xavier had begun the habit of reading in bed together in the evenings. The book of choice was Xavier's pick — an old-school mystery novel. Someone is found murdered in their private quarters on a train, and the detective must find the culprit before they strike again. The plot was thrilling, and you were enthralled from the beginning. However, between being weighted under plush quilts, propped up by fluffy pillows, and the body warmth of Xavier, you felt the words of the page slipping away from you.

“Xavier, could you read aloud for me?”

His eyes turned wide like a surprised bunny. “Why the sudden request? Is everything okay?” He immediately covered your forehead with his hand, checking your temperature.

Chuckling, you swatted his hand away. “I’m alright. I just want to hear your voice, please.” You looped your arm around him and Xavier softened.

He couldn’t argue against your wishes. He cleared his throat and read the words out loud. Though Xavier didn’t have the most performative voice, he still tried to be a good storyteller — acting out the dialogue for each different character and steadying his pacing. The gentleness of his voice enveloped you. It quickly sounded less like an intense crime novel, and more like a children’s storybook.

You closed your eyes, attempting to keep an attentive ear to what Xavier was saying.

“Are you still with me?” He asked, sensing how you had relaxed against his side.

“Yes, yes, I’m still listening.” Your eyes remained shut, words slightly slurring together. “Keep going. I think the case is-” A yawn you tried to stifle came out. “About to be cracked wide open.”

Xavier continued, taking note of your growing drowsiness. He read out loud this time in a more hushed voice, “‘The detective gathered everyone in the train’s shared compartment space. Pacing across the carpet, he had finally figured out the killer’s identity.’”

There was a slight thud against the headboard.

Turning to the source of the sound, Xavier found you fast asleep.

He shook his head, laughing quietly to himself. Even when the culprit is about to be revealed, you still decide to fall asleep.

To be honest, he was beginning to get sleepy himself, so perhaps it was perfect timing. The two of you were cutely similar in that regard. In fact, Xavier had done the exact same thing a few days ago. Chastising you about it would only backfire on himself.

He carefully removed your arm loosely looped around his own and quietly stood up to tuck you in. Laying you in a more comfortable position, he readjusted the blanket to cover your body, admiring how snuggled deeper into the sheets. He joined you in bed. The warm glow of the night light behind him on the bedside table faintly illuminated your serene expression.

“Sweet dreams,” he whispered, before placing a light kiss on your forehead and switching off the light.

𝑹𝑨𝑭𝑨𝒀𝑬𝑳

It was a hot day in Linkon, and Whitesand Beach was the perfect respite for the artist and his bodyguard. The sand gleamed silvery-white under the sun, with crystalline waves crashing against the shore. There were many others here who had also pitched beach canopies to provide a shield against the heat. You and Rafayel had tried your best to create a comfortable interior with your rented outdoor lounge chairs and mini portable fans. You were lying on one of the chairs, relishing in the fresh air (a definite contrast from the city) whilst you waited for Rafayel.

He soon returned holding up two drinks, both decorated with little umbrellas and even small skewers with fruit.

You took the glass from him in amused shock. “Raf, did you make a special request for more decorations?”

Rafayel took a sip of the drink before placing it down on the table. “Nope, the employee recognised me and wanted to add a bit more pizazz to the drinks.” He plopped in his seat and flashed a smile. “Don’t worry, I tipped them extra for their efforts.”

You sipped the cool drink and gazed out at the beach, mesmerised by the waves. It’s repetitive ebb and flow almost lulled you somehow.

The day hasn't even started! How can you even think about sleeping?! You scolded yourself. You patted both your cheeks to snap out of this tiredness.

You turned your attention to something else. A couple were playing volleyball nearby. You watched the ball be tossed back-and-forth, back-and-forth… Your eyelids began to fall on their accord.

Rafayel's voice pulled you from your drowsiness, and you realised he had been observing you this whole time. “Didn’t sleep well last night?” He cocked his head to the side in concern.

“I did, but-” You turned to your side to face him properly. “Being out here just makes me feel sleepy, that’s all.”

Too adorable. He thought to himself, seeing the small pout on your face as you rubbed your eyes.

“I can’t think of a better place to rest than next to the ocean. It’s nature’s own background noise.” He proclaimed.

Though that sounded enticing, you still hesitated. Wouldn’t it make you a bad partner if you slept for most of the time you two were outside? Sensing your reluctance, Rafayel continued.

“And how are you going to be a good bodyguard for me if you’re not well rested? Didn’t they teach you that in Bodyguard 101?”

“‘Bodyguard 101’?” You repeated in disbelief at Rafayel’s ability to dramatise. “I must have skipped that introductory course in university.”

“Well then, you can make up for the lost study with experience, starting right now.” His humorous tone waned, as he brought out his sketchpad. “Don’t worry about me, I was planning on doing some drawings anyway. I won’t leave your side.” The softness of his words reassured you.

The mixture of crashing waves and light chatter from other beach goers had you sleeping almost immediately.

Rafayel had intended to do some drawings of the scenery, but he fixed his artistic eye on you, now finding a much better source of inspiration to fill his pages.

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