#and i have to bc i know how much time i'd waste making a script to perform my experiments and trying to optimize it

[vermillioncrown]

snippet of tpac ch 11

who wants to see bruce being bullied? doesn't matter, here you go

...

“—per my last missive, Sir: if you want this equation to exist, then the principles of linear algebra must necessarily exist.” Korvin waves a thin stack of ruled paper—covered with sprawling formulas, symbols, bullet lists, and patchwork paragraphs on both sides—like he’s trying to banish a demon. That demon, in this instance, is “Batman being stubborn.”

Bruce looks taken aback, like something is happening outside of his set parameters. From how Dick tried to explain it: apparently, Bruce and Korvin have a whole “pen pals” routine going on, and it’s still thriving despite them sharing the same living quarters for the past few months?

Do they actually waste stamps on this? Where do they hide the envelopes?

(Dick raised his hands in surrender at that line of questioning.)

Tim knows Bruce is a creature of habit and standards of operation—of which he completely respects because it’s efficient—but his staunch adherence to routine is next-level neurotic. Normally, he'd be furious about being sidetracked.

Yet, Korvin’s thrown caution to the wind and got so mad over math, like the fussy nerd that he tries to hide being, that he’s directly confronting Bruce—full “David vs Goliath” vibes here. And he's winning.

“I trust your work,” Bruce finally says, holding his hand out for the papers.

That only makes Korvin’s face twitch harder. “Sure. Why not. Everyone needs a bit of make-believe. Escapism in these trying times and shitass economy.”

“‘Shitass economy,’” Cass murmurs, of course latching onto the bit that everyone reacts to.

Babs sighs in disgust.

...

#verm bits #on tpac #phd-verse #i'm running my exprs i swear ok #literally logging my results like an old-timey scientist #and i have to bc i know how much time i'd waste making a script to perform my experiments and trying to optimize it #now is not the time #^^i also want to make it clear: tbf to bruce korvin would normally not yell at him (he'd be too terrified to) #(nor did korvin realize he was being condescending to bruce after the batplane incident) #but pen pals bruce&korvin are very different from actual interaction bc it's usually so far removed #think of the cognitive dissonance to actually receive an apology letter from fucking bruce wayne like wth lol #(and the whole experience is so surreal that the both of them just. keep going. bc why not.) #so they just start writing about whatever or digging into topics following up on a previous letter #and the last few letters bruce was pestering korvin about the anti-life equation and why he thinks it's dumb #to which korvin says ''may i refer you to prof gilbert strang who can maybe show you an intro to lin alg for free online. he is qualified'' #but bruce is v stubborn and tackles other comments korvin made about the eq #until korvin's just done and here we are #after this they'll start talking about ytube video essays or something

[sircarebearalot]

WIP

this has been sitting in my drafts and maybe putting it out will help make it spark more of my creative juices

the idea is that there are a string of AU fics but they all act as Tamaki's dreams, which he later uses as fodder/ideas for host club themes/events.

potential tite: for the first time

(bc of the song by the script)

Here is what I got so far:

"This is ridiculous," Kyoya fumed, eyes flaring. "They are going to give the inheritance to Yuuichi and I'm to wed a girl with a sizeable dowry."

Tamaki felt something akin to panic flutter in his throat. "Are you? What's her name?"

"I believe you know the blasted girl. She's French, because that is where the money is apparently. Her name is Renge—."

"Has everything been finalized already?" He asked hoarsely.

"No, it's still early. It's been decided but we just sent the letter to her family last night. We aren't expecting a reply till at least tommorow." Kyoya looked at his gloved hands miserably, "After an affirmative it all depends on how eager Renge is to tie the knot."

Tamaki grimly remembers their last encounter. Where Renge all but declared her undying love

"Do you not wish to marry her?"

"You already know I find her tiresome. Besides even if I was fond of her I'd still be repelled by the thought. The indignity of it all.... They did not heed any of my arguments and Akito had the audacity to say I covet. As if! What is there to covet? A washed up noble title and a mountain of debt? No, I don't think I do. At this point I'd rather run off and forget it all!"

"Well, then why don't you?"

Kyoya laughed, as if Tamaki was joking. He definitely assumed he was though he really wasn't. The notion of running away from all his troubles were all that kept him going at night sometimes. They weren't just fantasies, they were his dreams. Except in his dreams he was running away hand in hand with Kyoya, who loved him. Which made his ambition more of a fantasy. Even if Kyoya loved him he would never leave with him.

Wouldn’t never even joke of it.

Except now he would.

“No, really. Why should you stay? They hardly appreciate you the way you deserve: you’re wasted here. If you were a commoner you’d be double the success your family is. Your wits are sharper than any noble blade your family could try to show off. Your brilliance, well Kyoya, you could give the Ootori name a new meaning.”

Kyoya grabbed his flying wrists, “Alright, I get it. Your words are sweet and my spirits are raised, now please lower your voice or someone might take you seriously.”

Tamaki ripped his wrists free, stung. “I wasn’t flattering you. I meant it.”

“You think I should run off like a thief in the night. Like a slovenly coward? Like some sort of ingrate?”

This was why Tamaki never shared this particular dream with Kyoya. He could be purposefully cruel, but worse was when he struck by accident. Tamaki considered retreating, slapping Kyoya’s back and letting it go. Licking his wounds in silence but change was imminent, he might lose Kyoya if he tried but he definitely would if he didn’t. He rather have tried his best than to let this opportunity pass him by.

“I don’t like thinking about it like that. The way I see it, and you can call me more dastardly things if you like, is that before my duty to my family I have a duty to myself. Furthermore, my family never fulfilled it’s duty to my mother nor to me. My mother rightfully ran, if I were to take flight I’d also be correct. Before the abandonment I have withstood unnecessary and unwarranted pains. And so have you. Why should you spend your life fulfilling someone else’s expectations? When you could spend it making yourself and the people you actually love happy?”

Kyoya stared at him, as if he was seeing him for the first time. He looked terrified as much as he did mystified.

“You’re serious.”

“It’s a rare occasion, I’m afraid but you cannot doubt my certainty.”

Kyoya turned, as if to walk away and Tamaki felt frustrate tears build behind his eyes. To his massive relief, Kyoya only turned to accept the tea from the maid who had arrived as soon as he reached the doors and the lock the door behind himself.

He set the tea, arranging it as he spoke. “You seem to have forgotten that dreams belong with sleep.”

“Don’t be cruel,” Tamaki reprimanded. “You know I’m being true.”

Kyoya whipped around to face him, eyes bright with distress. “How can i leave?”

Tamaki met his gaze

“How can you stay?”

Kyoya looked him in the eye. “Say, I run away, what then? Would we be beggars? Servants? Misfits? What of the people we've ran business with?"

Tamaki smiled wide. Kyoya's scowl slackened with suprise. "What?"

"You said 'we'. You would run away with me." Kyoya's cheeks reddens once he realizes that Tamaki never suggested they run away together. "That," Tamaki laughs breathlessly, "That makes me so unbelievably happy."

#kyotama #ouran high school host club #current wip #victorian era #alternate universe #someone recently said that my characterization of kyoya sucks #but ive been doing this for so long i can't imagine writing him any different #rip

[chonidale]

rewatching and the scene of Cheryl admitting to herself and to Toni that she likes girls, mads f***ing kills it.

And then probably their most honest & open conversation in 7x10. Their emotions are so palpable in that scene. I esp love what vanessa was doing.

It makes wish so hard that they had written just one more honest scene like that for when they got their memories back or said ily again bc you just know vanessa and madelaine would've eaten that up.

I thought I'd made peace with it but rewatching just reminds me, it was such a frustrating waste of talent & chemistry to sideline them like that in the finale episodes when the build up was excellent.

there's no version of the season where they were ever going to talk about their memories to resolve their s6 story so i don't even bother wasting energy on being bitter or disappointed by that anymore. emotional fallout was never anything riverdale was ever interested in exploring and we all should have known that. we were definitely robbed of an ILY scene though, and it would have been really beautiful if their 7a convos was anything to go by. we should have gotten them discussing writing their story in 717 or reacting to their story when betty got her published book in 719. those would have been perfect times to do it and didn't even require a whole new plot. but it is what is it, who knows what would have been different if they could have edited scripts knowing how much they always did, but at this point, just be glad they got them done just under the wire since it's been basically confirmed that the show would have been left unfinished forever otherwise.