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pluviophile-bookworm · 4 years

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AWAE 1x4 rewatch: thoughts and reactions

By popular demand of no more and no less than 14 people (which is quite enough to convince me), I’m back with another AWAE rewatch - reaction. Today, we’re diving into 1x4, which I don’t really remember anymore so it should be interesting to return to it after all this time. Without further ado, let’s get started:

First of all, I will never stop wondering ( especially now that I’ve seen season 3) why the first season was so dull and grey in terms of lighting. I mean, it’s almost black and white. I think I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again anyway - it was probably because the first two seasons were filmed in winter and the third one in summer, but still - there’s editing to fix that, and some editing was probably done, so it must be a creative choice. It makes some sense considering how bad Anne’s past was and how unhappy the last few days have been, at least from her point of view, but I still find it rather depressing.

Anne’s little song is so cute, and I love her singing - it’s simple and clear and it sounds just like the child Anne’s supposed to be, but it’s also kind of a reflection of what’s going through her mind - she’s still holding on to her imaginary self, Cordelia, but is now accepting herself for what she thinks she is - “strange and plain”. Well, she sure is strange, but there’s nothing wrong with that - it’s beautiful, and she’s certainly anything but plain.

Anne means well, but we all know she’s easily distracted, so I wouldn’t make a promise I couldn’t guarantee if I were her.

For once, Rachel is not really annoying me and she actually has good advice. The best part is, this is straight from the book, and I love me some accuracy to source material. Of course, it won’t be long before Anne’s back in school, and (almost) everything will have changed when she goes back.

“How awful it would be to be in service of those who neglect you or treat you unkindly”... oh gosh, Anne’s dark past is creeping into her fantasies. I don’t like this, I don’t like it at all. She does need school to distract her from her trauma.

The one time Rachel had good advice for Marilla, she isn’t going to follow it. Why do things have to be like this? This episode is depressing. I want Anne out of the house and back in school now. I don’t know why, but I do. It’s like I’m putting myself in her shoes, and, sure, what happened back at school was humiliating enough for her not to want to ever go back, but walking around a little room, stuck within its four walls, gets really depressing after some time, no matter how enjoyable it might be at first.

Yes, Matthew is a kindred spirit, and yes, he knows better than to force Anne to go back to school before she’s ready, but I bet my life he’d never want her to miss out on her education when she has so much potential and has the chance to fulfil it. Especially because he didn’t have the chance to finish his own education and he obviously regrets it.

Anne’s trauma as shown in this episode is too much for me. It should come with a trigger warning. But there is no trigger warning for Anne, and there is no escape. Not when she’s stuck at home, wallowing in her humiliation. She has to get out of there, and her imagination is just not enough anymore because it keeps going back to the worst moments of her life, and those are really bad.

I honestly love Matthew so much. He is the first true kindred spirit. He understands. He understands the most important thing - Anne is not like the others. She needs to do things at her own pace. And right now she’s just not ready to face school again. But she does need company, otherwise she’ll drive herself crazy miserable, like she’s already started to in the scene where she calls out to her imaginary friend Katie Morris. And no, I don’t think Matthew is being too soft with her - I do think, however, that Marilla is being too hard on her. But she’ll get better. We know she does.

As heartbreaking as it was to learn (in a later scene which I remembered just now from my first watch) that Anne hasn’t really been going back to school, I have to give it to her - she does a pretty good job of pretending she went and that she’s going there again.

And there it goes - first, dear little Jerry realises Anne is staying late “at school”, and then who should come by but Diana and Ruby (who is still not on the friendliest terms with Anne, but she’ll come around as soon as Anne decides to try interacting with her again). I mean, Anne must really have thought that even Diana wouldn’t care about her at all, or else it would have been really foolish to believe she wouldn’t ask after her when she didn’t come back to school for so long. Having a caring new friend spoiled Anne’s pretty little plan, didn’t it? How ironic. But it just wasn’t healthy for Anne to isolate herself so completely. And this is coming from me, an introvert who would really have liked to homeschool herself and never see another person outside of family members again after a number of humiliating moments at school. I’m old enough now to realise how detrimental total isolation can be. But Anne is not yet and she’ll have to go through a couple more traumatising moments before she finds joy in school again.

Jerry fixing up his hat and jacket before greeting Diana and Ruby and then being all confident/ sassy/ might I say even slightly flirty with his simple “Hello, ladies”... the sight of it gives me life. The shipper in me would say this is the first tiny glimpse of Derry, but the protective older sister instinct in me, who has witnessed and will never forget the events of 3x8, can only see this as a glimpse of what Jerry has always really been like until Diana’s unjust treatment broke him. He was happy. He was confident. He never thought it was above him to speak to Diana before. He never thought of himself as unworthy of respect and love. What Diana did to him, even if she didn’t mean it, broke him and we’ll never get to see him fully recovered because of some stupid people who decided to cut the series short whenever they felt like it. It’s just unfair. If not to us viewers, then at the very least to Jerry. And that should be enough. #renewawae

“Anne’s too sensitive for this world” - Well, that certainly is true, but maybe it’s actually the other way around. Maybe the world is too insensitive to her. Honestly, why?

Marilla has the face of a parent who has just found out their child has been doing something behind their back... honestly, that face is so scary when you’re the kid, I don’t even want to think about it. Now Anne will definitely be going back to school, whether she likes it or not.

Anne talking about Native names reminds me of her conversations with Ka’kwet in season 3. Yes, she might not be a Cordelia or anything fancy, but just plain Anne, but thanks to who she is, the name Anne now sounds so much more colourful and magical to me. It is not the name what makes you who you are, it is who you are that gives your name its meaning. I firmly believe in that, and I wish Anne would, too. I know she’ll realise that in due time, but it just pains me to watch her speak ill of herself because of what she’s been hearing so many awful people say throughout her life.

Melkita’ulamun. A strong and brave heart. This is what your Native name would be, Anne dearest, at least if Ka’kwet was an elder and had a say in it. And I fully agree with her.

The minister’s visit, and his words that are less than respectful to women, just have to be enough to lead her back to school. So, you can say that, in a way, he did his job well even if he’s not the most admirable kind of person.

And if the minister’s misogynist take on the Bible wasn’t enough to convince Anne that her place really is in school, then Jerry is sure to finish the job. “Boys can do anything they want”, is that what you think, Anne? Well, this boy would much rather go to school than work his butt off to provide for his family, but he’s anything but “lucky” that way. I understand Anne is traumatised by her past, but the last few days that she’s spent outside of school she’s been thinking of nobody but herself, as much as it pains me to say it. She has a lot to learn, and not just from books. Has she never thought about why she could never get a proper education and had to work instead? Jerry’s situation is no better. Well, arguably, he’s a lot better off mentally and psychologically, but Anne is only a couple years behind her peers. Jerry never even had the chance to learn the alphabet. He’s forced to be illiterate in both languages he speaks, and that is so tragic, honestly. But it is about to change, as soon as Anne realises how lucky she is and starts extending her fortune to him as her found little brother.

“I never thought that a wife is what I would be” But you will be, Anne, and not only a wife, but also one that is her husband’s intellectual equal and also “the fond object of [his] affection and desire”. But you can never be that unless you go right back to school and get a proper education, not an education in propriety. Because you can. Jerry was spot on in saying that.

Oh, great. Now Marilla has an identity crisis - an identity crisis at her age! I didn’t even know that was possible. But the minister’s words seem to have made a stronger impression on her than they have on Anne. I hope at least the conversation with Jerry, which is by far my favourite moment from this rather depressing episode, sweeps her in the right direction.

My, is that the fire at Ruby’s house? Now that will definitely shake things up. I had forgotten this episode is the mid-season mark, and the fire happens, of course, around the middle of it. It’s like a new beginning. A phoenix that will rise from the ashes of the Gillis house, changing everyone’s perception of Anne for the better, giving her her second best friend, changing Miss Gillis into the Ruby I know and love with all my heart, getting Anne to go back to school after Marilla, the minister, and Jerry didn’t quite succeed. This is a disaster, but one that was, in the grand scheme of things, for the better.

Gosh, Anne, you’re going to give poor Diana a stroke. But you look like you know what you’re doing, and that’s important.

For about a minute, the most intense minute in the lives of everybody present, everybody is worried about Anne to the point of insanity, but then she emerges from the burning house and tells everybody she’s ok - and as soon as she explains why she ran inside an empty burning house, Jerry makes sure everyone knows what Anne did and that she is a hero.

Diana, for one, thinks Anne is marvellous and brave - and I agree with her. Ruby will learn soon enough. She might not have the best attitude right now, but she will learn. She will get better.

Look at Ruby, crying like a baby about a dress, when Anne only has two of her own and is ready to lend one to a girl who doesn’t even want anything to do with her. Within a single episode, Anne has gone from the selfish one who needs to be taught a lesson in how lucky she is to have what she has, to the one who will teach the selfish one that same lesson. And I know Ruby will learn it soon, too.

“I shall never be dissuaded from my low opinion of him”. Well, a lot of opinions changed after that night. This is one of them, only it will take a little longer than most other things.

Very funny, Billy! Ruby has fallen on her face and all he can do is laugh at her dismay, even though she’s bringing him biscuits. And then we get several layers in this scene. We have Ruby, the damsel in distress, the traditional girly girl; Billy, the misogynistic, “boys are superior, girls belong in the kitchen” type of guy, perpetuating toxic masculinity; Anne, the feminist who could get the job done as well as any boy and better than some; and Gilbert, the gentleman, the embodiment of healthy masculinity. I can see why Ruby is in love with him. Who wouldn’t be? Oh, right, Anne. She’s going out of her way not to meet his eye while he’s doing his best to discreetly look at her without offending Ruby. I see the Shirbert tension is strong from the first episodes on.

“If you were a boy, it would have ended up in fisticuffs.” Oh, it will, soon enough. Billy can’t get away with his behaviour forever. There are, and always will be, enough boys who agree with Anne (not that she needs boys to fight her battles for her), and one day, one of them will snap. I can’t wait to get to that moment. I mean, I am very much an advocate for non-violence, but Billy Andrews deserves some righteous violence directed at him every once in a while.

Oh, this is it! The founding of the Story Club! The beginning of something so beautiful, it’s almost like magic. What am I saying, “almost like”? It is magic. Too bad it, too, will meet its end, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

Oh, I see the minister’s words - possibly combined with Billy’s “stay in the kitchen” remarks - have finally reached Anne in the right way. She’s going back to school and the other kids are more than happy to see her. Well, most of them, anyway. I think she was right, though, and if she had gone back the day she was supposed to, she wouldn’t have been received quite so warmly. But what does it matter now? Things are looking up.

To sum up what we saw in this episode: a miserable Anne staying home from school; Anne’s PTSD acting up when she has no education to take her mind off of her horrible past; Matthew is a true kindred spirit #InMatthewWeTrust; Anne homeschools herself away from home, the way education was done in ancient times - surrounded by nature; Jerry’s first on-screen interaction with Diana (and Ruby); some thoughts on Native North American names; a misogynist minister; the tragedy of Jerry having no chance of a proper education; a fire in the Gillis house; a literal fire-forged friendship; the alignment chart of misogynist vs. feminist; the founding of the Story Club; Anne goes back to school to a warm welcome.

#anne with an e #awae #awae season 1 #jnk watches awae #anne shirley cuthbert #marilla cuthbert #matthew cuthbert #in matthew we trust #jerry baynard #rachel lynde #diana barry #ruby gillis #gilbert blythe #billy andrews #moody spurgeon

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mariamancini · 4 years

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i’ve never dreamed of nobody like you (a christmas story)

Hello @annessnowqueen! I’m your secret Santa! I want to wish you a very happy Christmas with your family and loved ones. First, I want to say how much I loved our talks, discussing the episodes and everything that happened in the fandom. You’re really a talented person with your words and I only can wish I made a one-shot worthy of what you asked me to. Let’s hope you like your gift, here it is:

Read it on ao3

Anne still didn’t know how she had convinced Marilla to come to Four Winds for Christmas. She herself was a witness she didn’t like to go anywhere that far away and especially to eat outside home. However, she was on her way now and Anne had already prepared the geese for supper and the sweets Marilla had taught her to do all those Christmas ago in Avonlea.

She had cooked some as well of dear Mary’s dishes, even if she doubted Miss Cornelia would ever try something so “exotic” and outside of her little bubble. Either way, she wasn’t alone in the kitchen. Gilbert did his share of work, maybe not as much as he wanted for Anne was always ready to prevent any culinary disaster.

Now that she thought of it, maybe it was the little mentions of tiredness and morning sickness on her letters that made Marilla bring Mrs Lynde with her to Anne’s home. She knew what she had, not a sickness of any kind, but she preferred to give the happy news in person. However, Anne was Anne and she couldn’t contain her words especially when happiness was the reason for it.

She even tried to make the announcement a Christmas’ present to Gilbert, but he was too smart and well, a doctor, so he found out at the same time as she did. He was overjoyed and it was with tears on his eyes that he picked her up and danced with her all around the house. The next day, he tried to talk her out of doing anything heavy or overdue herself. It was unnecessary for they both knew Anne wouldn’t stop her long walks with Leslie or stop running her own kitchen. She knew her limits and she was definitely not that sick to let Gilbert ruin her ginger cookies!

Marilla arrived in the afternoon with Rachel occupying her kitchen and examining every centimetre of her house. The conclusion was she was a good housewife (whatever that meant for Mrs Lynde) and she had to thank everything she knew about keeping a house to Marilla. Anne smiled awkwardly as Gilbert tried to cover his laugh hiding his face in Anne’s red and ever beautiful hair.

When Miss Cornelia arrived with dear Captain Jim, Anne feared an argument between her and Rachel but all was well for they avoided each other, the first stayed next to Captain Jim discussing old stories from the town and the other at the kitchen helping Anne with the final details.

Supper went fine as it could be and there was nothing but laughs at the table. Anne was a little bit emotional as they stared at the beautiful tree Gilbert had brought last week. She missed Matthew terribly for he didn’t have a chance to see her like this, in her own home so happy as he wished for her since the beginning.

It was late at night; everyone had gone to bed and the visitors back home. Anne was sitting at her favourite chair with a book abandoned in her lap. She didn’t have enough imagination for tonight, so she pretended to read as she thought back to her childhood.

For every happy Christmas at Green Gables and now at her home, she had a terrible one at the orphanage or any house she worked at. She didn’t know what it meant to trade presents at midnight or tell little stories to the family before she knew Marilla and Matthew. And now with Gil, there were so many new traditions to make. Still, her Christmases with children were not a fond memory. She shivered just with the thought of it.

Anne was so distracted with old memories that she didn’t notice Gilbert was watching her until he came closer, kissing her forehead before taking the seat next to her. She smiled fondly at him, intertwining her hand with his.

‘Where are you wandering, Anne o’ mine?’ He asked while stroking her hair. He had noticed her discomfort at dinner, but he thought it was all because of the food. He had waited and waited for her to announce their little happiness, but it was all in vain. It didn’t bother him to hide their secret for a while, but he knew his Anne wasn’t that way. She glowed by telling everything to everyone and she could never keep a secret for too long.

‘Do you think I’m going to be a good mother?’ She said while focusing on everywhere but his eyes. The question caught him by surprise and then his heart shrunk. All those years ago, he saw how tenderly she took care of Delphine. He was so happy to have her at his home for more than a few seconds, he didn’t even think why she was so good with babies. When he praised Anne to Mary, she smiled but sadly. She reminded him then of all the unhappiness Anne had to endure by taking care of so many children while she was a child herself. Gilbert cursed himself for his stupidity at the time and through the years, he always tried to know more about Anne’s past.

She told him some things but the worst moments she hid it in her heart. He hadn’t figure out how to get to her darkest nightmares even when he held her after a disturbed night. She told him nothing about it except superficial details that didn’t matter much in the bigger picture.

‘Of course, darling. Why would you think otherwise?’ He asked more afraid of what she refused to tell him than what he already knew she would say.

‘I think I’m nervous, that’s all.’ Her smile was unconvincing even to those who didn’t know her well. However, Gilbert knew every little expression of hers from the hidden tears to the earnest of smiles.

‘We both know that isn’t why you are like this, Anne-girl. You didn’t tell our news to Marilla either.’ She avoided his gaze then, distancing herself from him as physically as emotionally. She couldn’t fool herself to think he didn’t know something was wrong with her. Even before marriage, they were so close, kindred spirits, one didn’t need to speak for the other to know what was going on in the first’s mind. With marriage, intimacy came, and nothing could be hidden from Gil anymore.

She wanted to tell him. Anne was desperate, had been desperate to find someone to whom she could tell her worst memories and still be accepted. Maybe she had found the perfect way to be socially approved and that never left her. Not even with dear Phil or dear Diana. She preferred to keep it hidden for maybe it was all her fault.

‘At the orphanage, the girls teased me so. They were cruel and made me feel as if I was the most horrendous creature in the world. I had no friends until I came to Green Gables. My only refuge was the books I stole from the library. I could imagine then to be someone else and to be somewhere else.’ She paused for a while, trying to compose herself and not let the tears stop her from telling the truth.

‘At the homes I was sent to, things weren’t different. I was forced to take care of more than five children at once sometimes and I couldn’t care for any of them. I saw how children made marriages difficult, how the mother didn’t bother to see if they were well and the father came home so drunk that- I believe beating me was the only way to alleviate- ‘

‘Nothing that they did was your fault. They were monsters and neither you nor their children deserved such faith.’ Gilbert hugged her then as tightly as he could so she could feel his love somehow. He was never never going to leave her, no matter what. ‘What happened to you was awful but in no way made you a melancholy person. You are the brightest woman I’ve ever met, you changed everyone’s world at Green Gables. You are loved, don’t ever forget that, my north star.’

The tears fell freely in her face, but it didn’t stop her to understand how lucky she was to have this man in her life for the rest of days. The most awful things had happened to her but also the best of things. She had found Matthew, Marilla and Gilbert – dearest Gilbert! He made her the blithest woman of all.

‘I’m afraid everything I lived will make me unable to nourish our child without it being work to me. What if I can’t love him or her because it will remember me of every child I had to take care of?’

‘My darling, you took care of those children as best as you could. You were a child yourself. This is going to be our baby and we aren’t going to take care of him together. I will train with every little patient I have if I must, but you won’t ever be alone in this.’

Anne straightened herself next to Gil and her sobs stopped after a while. Gilbert held her close while he thought again about what she had told him. It broke his heart hearing all of it. If he could only protect her then…if he could have met her somehow when they were nothing but little children. His brain wasn’t being very rational at that moment. He could only hope for happier Christmas’ days with their children around the tree, opening presents. Yes, he thought as he laid his hand on the growing belly of his wife, one day they would be a family, and all would be well.

#secret santa 19 #shirbert ff #shirbert #anne with an e #happy christmas everyone!

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sterek · 6 years

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Hey! So I’m new to the fandom I watched Teen wolf seasons 1-6 within 4 days lmao, but I was just wondering could you recommend the best sterek au fics? Your blog is amazing btw!

Sorry it took me a while, but here you go! These are my favorite AU fics in no particular order :) (and thank you boo

A Crooked Way to Fly by andavs [14k G]

“We can’t just leave him here to die.”

“He’s an emissary, Scott.” Derek tried to make his tone empathetic, but Scott’s tendency to fight back on everything always grated on his nerves. “His pack is gone, he won’t survive more than a day or two either way.”

“Then we should stay with him.”

Derek sighed as he studied the man for a moment; he was too pale against the fur rim of his hood, almost grey from lying out in the snow, and his cloak was stained with dark dried blood around a protruding arrow shaft. It was unlikely he would even last the night. They would probably be able to carry on in the morning with little time lost, if any.

It wasn’t a horrible idea, Derek decided reluctantly. They hadn’t been able to set up a real camp for a few weeks in the open foothills, and they were all on edge from sleeping in exposed areas. A defensible place to sleep would be good for them, even if they were surrounded by death. They would be able to give the pack proper burials, at the very least.

“Fine. One night,” Derek relented, already moving away to check on Isaac. “He’s your responsibility.”

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs [203k, M]

“Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.”

“I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning.

“This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it.

When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.

Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

Cupboard Love by mklutz [32k, G]

He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain.

If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.

One life stand by Vendelin [84k, E]

Stiles is used to selling himself to make ends meet. But it's getting harder to keep those ends meeting, and there's only so much of Stiles to go around. Until a too-fancy car shows up in his neighborhood, and he meets Derek Hale.

All Derek wants is Stiles's time, someone to stay on his arm for events and smile for the cameras. It's the easiest job Stiles has ever had, the best-paying one he's ever had, and he's more than happy to sign up.

Derek is everything and nothing Stiles expects him to be, with his tailored suits, sharp mind and his quiet way of caring. But it's just a job and Stiles never meant to fall in love.

In Other Words, Baby, Kiss Me by primroseshows [61k, E]

Stiles has simple goals in life. To successfully complete his secret radar project without getting fired, to get a cottage on the Moon, and to untangle his mess of feelings for Moon Station 3 deputy, Derek Hale. Heck, he'll even settle for two of the three.

The Circus at the End of the World by mikkimouse [91k, E]

Three hundred years ago, the world ended not with a bang or a whimper, but with magic.

Since then, magic has been outlawed, and the world has clawed its way back to some kind of stability, with people and shifters alike divided between living within the walled safety of the Havens, or the small, less protected outposts dotting the frontier.

Derek Hale and his sisters, Laura and Cora, are the proprietors of Hale's Circus of Magic, Monsters, and Mystical Wonders, known colloquially as the Circus at the End of the World. They and their ragtag pack ride the rails between the outposts and the Havens, performing for those who can pay (and some who can't). Their circus is a small haven in and of itself, a place of safety for those who have nowhere else to go.

It's a quiet life...until Stiles Stilinski joins the crew.

The circus has something Stiles needs—a ticket into the Haven of Santa Francesca. His father has been abducted, and Stiles is determined to get him back no matter what he has to do.

But Stiles has another secret, one that puts him and every member of the circus in danger. And if he's not careful, it could get them all killed.

The Silent Fury by andavs, rosepetals42 [31k, M]

Derek is about to leave, content with the smell of blood as proof that the Fury is dead when he hears it.

A heartbeat.

It’s faint and uneven and even with its help, it takes Derek a full minute of scanning the clearing before he finally spots the small heap that must be the human. It’s down on the far side of the canyon, almost completely hidden by a tall oak tree and–Derek jumps down before he thinks about it.

He knows what he has to do. Furies are dangerous. Furies are fire and smoke and a funeral he barely remembers. He lands almost silently and makes sure his hands are fully shifted into claws and then slowly moves forward.

Or, a How to Train Your Dragon AU

Kindred Spirits by Stoney [104k, E]

Anne of Green Gables/Teen Wolf AU.Stiles is the adopted son of the Sheriff, brought to Beacon Hills to hopefully stay for good. A family, a best friend, school, Jackson as Josie Pye (because who else could he be?) and the mystery of a dark haired, green-eyed boy which leads Stiles to discovering a secret within himself.

Sell Your Body to the Night by Dira Sudis (dsudis) [121k, E]

"No," he repeated impatiently. "I'm not a cop. I'm someone who wants to exchange my money for your sexual services. I was told you were in that line of work."

"I, uh, yeah, sorry," Stiles said. He glanced around again and then up--the full moon was almost directly overhead. Just one of those nights, maybe. "Yeah, I am. I do that."

But Then What... by Stoney [24k, E]

Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favor, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douchecanoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He's someone Stiles totally hates. Totally. Like, doesn't like him even a little bit. DEFINITELY isn't attracted to him.

Except that is a total lie. Fuck his life, seriously.Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favor, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douchecanoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He's someone Stiles totally hates. Totally. Like, doesn't like him even a little bit. DEFINITELY isn't attracted to him.Except that is a total lie. Fuck his life, seriously.

Little Wild Animal by DiscontentedWinter [61k, E]

Derek Hale finds a feral human on his pack's property.Humans are supposed to be extinct.But then, Stiles is full of surprises.

(also read the other work in the series, it’s more original fic than sterek but i adore it!)

I Know Where Babies Come From, Derek by DiscontentedWinter [51k, M]

Stiles finds a baby on the porch.

It looks exactly like him.

Well, this is awkward.

Don't Speak by fatale [68k, T]

The Alpha pack has systematically attacked Stiles and his friends for months, testing their strengths and weaknesses. When one of the Alphas goes after Stiles, he awakens in the hospital and realizes that something's wrong. Very wrong. All sounds seem to hurt him, he can't understand what anyone is saying, and when he tries to speak, it's gibberish. How is he supposed to deal with the fact that he's lost the ability to communicate with his dad and his friends?

Without his ability to talk, his sarcasm, and his wit, what does Stiles even have left? Enter Derek, the only one who seems to make it better.

Occam's Razor by MissAnnThropic [49k, E] [and also read the sequel!!]

When Stiles goes to sleep, he’s a junior in high school. He wakes up in a world where he’s twenty-four and married to Derek Hale. Stiles just can’t seem to catch a break.

Specialized Technical Intelligence and Logistics for Earth and Space (S.T.I.L.E.S) by Yiichi [63k, NR]

“What the hell kind of a name is Stiles?” he asked.

“You know, a series of sounds spoken in a particular sequence that represent my identity, primarily, referring to me?“ the AI – Stiles – answered cheekily, crossing his own arms in front of his chest, mirroring Derek’s position.

“Ooh, this one’s feisty,” Peter smirked.

Tiny Houses by ohmyjetsabel ]77k, E]

"So this is what Stiles does. He lies in Scott’s bed and waits for Melissa to say she’s found someone to get it out of him, to cure him of the wrongness and the bad, and he dreams.

God, he dreams.

He dreams of fire and swollen bellies and that scene in Alien, of giving birth to jackals through his urethra, the whole horrific nine yards. His head is a terrible place to be, he can’t imagine his stomach is much better, why anyone would want to put a thing inside of it."

Stilinski's Home for Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain [35k, T]

“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.”

“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly.

Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding:

DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him

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Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.

The entire Bodice Ripper 'Verse byStoney!!!

Fly a Little Faster by mirrorkill [32k, T]

Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn't step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?

Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That's easy as pie, right? Right?

Enemy Lines by qhuinn (tekla) [149k, E]

This is the story of werewolf Derek Hale and human Stiles Stilinski: two people who grew up in the same town but completely different worlds, their realities split by the war between men and wolves.

Years later when Derek returns to Beacon Hills, he does it as Alpha of a military pack on a mission to capture those responsible for the region’s resistance. With his main objective, Sheriff Stilinski, out of sight, he settles for the next best thing: his son, Stiles.

Neither of them suspects they’ll need to trust each other if they want to make it out this alive.

an exaltation of larks by llassah [25k, E]

There are times when he feels as if they could fall into bed together, easy as breathing. If Stiles were not highborn, if he were an omega without connections, Derek would be sorely tempted. As it is, he resists. Derek wants, he yearns, but he resists. Still, the sight of Stiles in his cot is enough to test him, even now that it is familiar. At the end of each lambing season, he sleeps for a week, worn down by months of hard work, of relentless struggle. He doesn’t know how he’ll feel by the time Stiles leaves, how he’ll feel after long days and longer nights spent resisting the insistent tug of Stiles’s scent and the inclinations of his own foolish heart.

All Derek wants is to get through the lambing season with his body and spirit intact. He had thought that the blizzards would be the main danger, not a highborn omega with beautiful eyes and a stubborn streak.

Move A Mountain by ZainClaw [69k, E]

Stiles goes camping with his friends in New Mexico after graduation where they befriend a biker gang led by Derek: a guy whom Stiles can’t decide if he will be either relieved or devastated to never see again once their week is up.

The Importance of Turning Around Three Times Before Lying Down by otter [31k, M]

It’s like this dog has walked out of all of Stiles’ childhood dreams and into the real world just because Stiles wanted it hard enough. He is the most awesome dog ever, and he and Stiles have a bond. A deep, unbreakable bond because this animal is his soul mate, obviously. Now he just has to convince the dog of that.

Stiles's Story Time by trilliath [125k, E]

Where Stiles is a librarian who is in charge of the kids' reading hour and such. And Derek is 6-year-old Scott's adoptive dad. And Stiles has his own take on Stories and Scott loves wolves and Derek tries not to admit that he likes the way Stiles's face looks in those glasses.Or something like that.

Not Your Disney Romance by Rawren (Zimothy) [42k, M]

After a long-forgotten agreement of an arranged marriage between Derek and the daughter of another pack's alpha resurfaces, Stiles takes it upon himself to become the most amazing fake fiancé that a clueless, desperate alpha werewolf could wish for.

There is a Brotherhood by minusoneday [21k, E]

So far, college has taught Stiles three things:

1) Eight am classes are cruel and unusual and should be avoided at all costs, even if it means having to enroll in something truly hideous instead, like Econ 101.

2) Dorm security is just as tight as Stiles’ orientation leader had promised it would be, and the dude guarding Scott’s dorm in particular does not respond well to bribes.

3) Mrs. McCall clearly had no clue what she was talking about when she’d insisted that Scott and Stiles needed to branch out and room with strangers, so it’s all her fault that Scott ended up with a total dick of a roommate and Stiles got stuck all the way across campus with some guy who has a girlfriend two towns over and is thus never around.

Or, the one where pledge brothers Stiles and Scott start a prank war with Derek Hale's fraternity.

Prince Among Wolves by Rawren (Zimothy) [101k, E]

Looking for full day/evening sitter. 2 twin boys age 4. Must have exp. w/werewolves. Must be human. No pedophiles. No teenage girls. Pay negotiable.

What I Did On My Summer Vacation by grimm [118k, E]

There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.

There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

Cornerstone by Vendelin [83k, E]

Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

[Not!Fic] Random Craigslist Missed Connections Derek/Stiles Not!Fic of Doom by fire_juggler_writes (fire_juggler) [17k, T]

An AU in which Stiles is lonely and addicted to the Missed Connections page on Craigslist, Derek is a hermit with a persistant sister, Scott gives unexpectedly good relationship advice, and it all ends happily-ever-after.

Trust Fall by Stoney [144k, T]

Stiles is fairly certain that a case could be made for every bad thing in his life coming back to Peter Hale. This time it's pissing off a powerful witch, who retaliated by swapping Stiles and Derek a la Freaky Friday, because sure. That makes sense. Um, there are GPAs on the line, not to mention the whole thing where his dad wants to shoot Derek on sight. Except who he sees as Derek is actually Stiles, and Stiles did not sign up for filicide.

Great. Wait...does this mean he's the Alpha until they figure this out? Holy. Shit.****

Derek had stood in front of the bathroom mirror for a few minutes trying to control the panic as he saw himself as Stiles. As the loud mouthed human friend of the pack. He was going to kill Peter. He was going to kill the witch, then he was going to kill Peter. Maybe even resurrect him again just to kill him all over.

They were going to have to play this cool. They would have to stay calm and focused. Which is of course why the universe threw him into this situation with someone who physically couldn't be calm and focused.

Of course.

Stand Fast in Your Enchantments by DevilDoll, Rahciach [76k, E]

"Stiles knew damn well what a pissed-off wolf sounded like, and every hair on the back of his neck was telling him that somewhere in this room was a very pissed-off werewolf." An AU in which Derek is feral, Stiles is magical, and they eat a lot of fast food.

Safety in Silence by Survivah [66k, M]

It's perfectly understandable. Even Derek wouldn't want to be Derek's soulmate.

Where The Inevitable Isn't by Survivah [41k, M]

Stiles has a magical thingamajig that's supposed to get him out of danger. Trouble is, it took him really, really far out of danger. Like, to the point where he isn't in the same universe anymore.

"A part of Stiles had been thinking that he’d come home, and just go, 'hey, Derek, are we mates and you just haven’t said anything about it?' and Derek would reply, 'now you mention it, we are indeed! Now come to my bedchamber, where we will have super hot sex and then cuddle after!'"

"Pretend this is our den, kay?" by Survivah [16k, M]

In which Stiles is raised by (were)wolves, and he and Derek are childhood sweethearts that never stopped. Also, Kate Argent is a homicidal maniac but a very helpful plot device.

The Boy and the Beast by Dira Sudis (dsudis) [116k, M]

In which events in Beacon Hills go rather differently from the start, and a Beauty and the Beast (ish) story ensues. (Scott is not a teacup and no one sings about their feelings.)

#sterek #eternalsterek #recs #rec list #i'm missing some that sadly were deleted but!#Anonymous #asks

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i-w-p-chan · 6 years

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Looking for: a Wardrobe

Summary: Thief outfit? What Thief outfit?

Note: Hi, who wants some trashy self-indulgent fic that’s just about the clothes? I did this to stop thinking about my finals.

Alt. title: “Wardrobe Roulette Ver 2.0”

Warnings: At Least 10% Of This Fic Is The Word ‘Outfit’, PT In Various Costumes, I Wrote This Just For The Pretty, 1.5K Words Of Nothing But Babble About Clothes, Ryuji I’m Sorry, Ryuji Has No Luck With The Clothes, Ryuji Is Surrounded By Traitors And Asshole-Kindred Souls, Ryuji Wants To Rage Quit, Akechi Ogling Akira One Too Many Times, Akechi Is A Model (Not A Detective Prince AU).

Disclaimer: Don’t own P5.

“We’re going back in,” Ryuji had said.

Both he and Akira had gone back in to that strange castle with the strange suit-clad, talking cat, using that strange phone app.

And that was when things went downhill.

Ryuji screamed as he looked down at himself; why the ever loving fuck was he wearing a bikini?!

He whipped his head to the side to take a look at Akira and see if he too was wearing a bikini.

He wasn’t.

“And why are you wearing a maid outfit?”

Akira merely shrugged as his eyes roved up and down Ryuji’s body, causing Ryuji to wrap his arms around himself and snap with a blush on his face, “H-hey! Where do you think you’re looking?!”

“I’m looking at you,” Akira responded blandly, and Ryuji bristled.

“Don’t just say things like that!”

“Like what?” Akira cocked his head to the side.

Ryuji made a strangled sound at the back of his throat and contemplated screaming again; it was very tempting.

When Ryuji thought the situation couldn’t get any worse, it got worse.

“Quiet down!” A new voice snapped at him from the direction of one of the alleyways, “Do you want the Shadows to hear you?”

Both Akira and Ryuji turned to look in the direction of the voice, only to see-

Oh, boy.

Hoo, boy.

There, standing in a short summer dress with a very low cut at the front, was none other than Akechi Goro, Ann’s fellow model, with an impressive frown on his face twisting his pink-painted lips, and a hand propped on his hip.

Well, fuck.

Awakening to a Persona was nice and all, but did his outfit have to change again?

At least this time it wasn’t something as uncomfortable as a bikini, even if it was Shujin’s girl uniform. Akira himself was out of the maid outfit and in some sort of weird female punishment cop get-up. An outfit that Akechi, in his own backless, party dress with a slit going up one of its sides, was resolutely avoiding staring at, face aflame in an impressive blush.

Heck, even the cat was in a kimono now.

“What is going on here? What is this place? And Ryuji? Is that you?” Ryuji heard Ann’s voice from behind him and inwardly cursed.

“Why! Why does Ann get the best outfit right off the bat while I’m stuck with- with- THIS!” Ryuji gestured to his outfit, a corset with a flowing skirt and a pair of glittery heels, as he stared at Ann, who was wearing a pair of combat boots, ripped jeans, a plain white top and biker jacket with a pair of fingerless leather gloves.

“I must admit that I am envious as well,” Akechi muttered as smoothed a hand down his feminine Greek dress.

“You look gorgeous, Lady Ann.” Morgana sighed, seemingly not caring about his own maid outfit.

Meanwhile, Akira didn’t seem to care that he was in a bikini with a sheer sash wrapped around his waist.

For once, Akechi wasn’t ogling hi- oh, wait, Ryuji had spoken too soon, there went the Daily Ogling.

Ann tugged at her gloves, “I like it.”

Ryuji would like to say that he got used to the random outfit changes, but sadly, he hadn’t.

At least he was no longer screaming when he ended up in something very revealing.

Like now, going into Madarame’s Palace with Yusuke on their team for the first time, wearing what basically amounted to bikini armor.

Next to him was Yusuke, who didn’t pay much attention to his skimpy ninja outfit and was focused on Ann, in her long, bellowing witch robes and witch hat, with Morgana next to her dressed to look like a demon appearing like he was an accessory for her.

Behind them was Akira dressed like a sexy witch, with Akechi dressed like an angel and, as always, ogling Akira.

Ryuji was not surprised.

“What is this?” Makoto wondered, observing her butler outfit.

“This is hell,” Akechi intoned as he stood next to her in a matching maid outfit.

“Well, I can’t exactly deny that.” Ryuji sighed as he looked down at his leather dominatrix outfit.

“Personally,” Yusuke started, tracing the patterns on the long sleeve of the very short kimono he was wearing, “I like the constant change, it provides wonderful stimulation.”

“Wonderful stimulation?” Ann repeated, looking amused while she stood there in her business dress suit.

“Do I want to know?” Morgana muttered as he trudged to stand next to Ryuji, one paw fiddling with the trailing scarf attached to his puffed dress.

“Yes.” Yusuke nodded before he gestured broadly in Akira’s direction, “Just look at him.”

Ryuji grumbled, “I don’t need to look at him.”

“You don’t have to do that, Yusuke, everyone knows Akechi-senpai is always staring at Akira.”

“I am not!” Akechi denied, but he was a filthy, filthy liar, and his eyes were glued to Akira’s form.

“Why is Kurusu-kun wearing a wedding dress?” Makoto asked, confused.

Ryuji made a strangled sound, “It’s not like we can pick what we end up wearing.”

“I have this feeling,” Akechi ground out, “That somehow, someway, Kurusu is picking what he ends up wearing.”

That, Ryuji had no trouble believing.

“Wish I could operate a camera in the Metaverse,” Futaba lamented as she observed the group around her standing around in Okumura’s Palace in a variety of interesting outfits. She herself was wearing a moogle bodysuit.

“God, no, don’t.” Ryuji sighed in defeat as he fiddled with the low cut of his cocktail dress, lamenting the slits going up both of its sides. But hey, at least he was wearing fishnets underneath. It was better than nothing.

“Agreed.” Akechi, the kindred soul (even though he was an asshole), nodded, staring balefully down his skimpy nurse outfit.

“Uh. I agree as well.” Morgana, another asshole-kindred spirit combination in the team, huffed in annoyance, putting his paws on his hips. Ryuji figured the catsuit he was wearing wasn’t comfortable.

(Heh. Catsuit. He smothered a snort, and Morgana glared at him.)

“I won’t mind taking pictures.” Ann’s eyes sparkled. Of course she wouldn’t mind, she had the best luck with outfits and Ryuji wondered how she did it. At the moment, she was dressed in a pair of pants, a waist coat, and a long over coat paired with heels and bright red gloves. Ryuji would kill to wear that (but without the heels, he wasn’t insane).

“Well… I guess?” Makoto looked conflicted, and Ryuji figured she didn’t know what to think about her pirate outfit.

“It would make for great reference photos.” Yusuke looked deep in thought, hands itching to get his sketch book out.

“Maybe if we switch, Kitagawa-kun.” Akechi smiled sickeningly sweet at Yusuke, and yeah, he definitely wanted to wear the ridiculous princely get-up Yusuke was wearing at the moment.

“Immortalize the moment, as it were.” Akira interjected.

“Not while you’re wearing that sexy bunny outfit, we won’t be taking any pictures.” Ryuji crossed his arms.

Akira merely cocked his hip to the side and sent him a wink. Asshole. Why was Ryuji friends with him again?

Maybe. Maybe. Maybe wearing just an open shirt and briefs was better than anything else he ever wore in the Metaverse. Combined.

Ryuji had long since resigned himself to a fate full of a rotating, cursed wardrobe at the mercy of a cognitive world.

“My, oh my.” Haru blinked at them all from under the brim of her wide hat. Damn, why did she get to look so badass in a pair of simple pants, a pink shirt with puffy sleeves, a wide belt across her hips and boots? “You all look gorgeous.”

“Th-thank you,” Makoto stuttered, her glowing blush matching the red of the suit jacket draped over her loose shirt and pants.

“You’re flattering us, senpai.” Ann chuckled as she fiddled with one of her pigtails, clearly feeling awkward in her cowboy outfit.

Akechi was off to the side, face buried in his hands and radiating displeasure as he looked like someone pulled him out of Sailor Moon’s magical girl cast. Next to him was Futaba, posing dramatically in her Phoenix Ranger Featherman R outfit and further fueling his despair, that Phoenix Ranger fanboy.

Morgana, the traitor, was basically flaunting his cat-sized Shujin boy uniform. Another traitor was Yusuke, dressed in Ryuji’s casual wear out of the Metaverse. And boy did Ryuji want to throw a tantrum over that fact.

And not to forget the greatest traitor of them all, the group’s esteemed leader, Kurusu Akira, leaning against a wall with one foot bracing him against the wall, and dressed in a belly dancer’s outfit.

Sometimes, Ryuji wanted to rage quit, but he’d been going too long for that.

Besides, that was what friends who were just like family for: frustrate him to the ends of the world and back.

“Ready?” Akira called out, and the group stood at attention, “Let’s go, we have a Heart to steal.”

End

#persona 5 #p5 #sakamoto ryuji #kurusu akira #akechi goro #morgana #p5 morgana #takamaki ann #kitagawa yusuke #niijima makoto #sakura futaba #okumura haru #looking for: a wardrobe

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whitequeenasitbgan · 4 years

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The House of Smoke and Fog Cap 9.

April 24th, 1917

-Mrs Blake said her son is coming home- Mary was surrounded by all the girl in the class. Since her finals, Erin kept attending class, to help Miss Stacey with the lessons, providing assistance to all the students for homework. Her best friend Anne was very helpful. She was her age and should have been in college already, but her parents didn’t like the idea: ‘if you really want to go, a year will be nothing’, they said, hoping she would reconsider, maybe meet a boy and stay home, like everyone else. What boy? They were all in France. Erin and Anne were kindred spirits, they were lucky to have each other at such a hard moment. When one of them was tired, all they had to do was to look at each other. Anne could give Erin one of her ’We’re going to go to college together’ look and it was enough to keep going for her, and give Anne a ‘Everything will be all right’ look, in return. That gloomy afternoon, after a morning spent with the Limmeridge Women Committee at the library, preparing tea for the elder women, who had decided to organise a fundraising for the war widows, Erin looked at her friend across the classroom. Anne looked terrified. Erin looked like she was about to throe up. -Which one?- Prissy Davies asked, concerned about her sister. She was now happily married, but she was sure Emmeline would have always loved Joe Blake. Such a pity Joe Blake never did. Poor boy, he was not to be blamed: Emmeline was the most snob girl he had ever known. -I don’t know. I hope it’s Tom- Mary answered. Anne stared at the girl from across the room, then at Erin, not listening to the 6th grader she was helping with maths. Her eyes meant ‘what did she just say?’. -He’s free now, I’ve heard- Mary whispered, giggling. -Shhhhh! Miss Evans will hear you!- someone said -That pacifist. She’s a disgrace: she abandoned him at the time of need. She should be ashamed of herself. -I bet you have plans when he comes home. Are you going to take care of his broken heart? -It’s not broken. Cracked, maybe. But yes, I am burdened with glorious purposes. Anne was staring at the girl with her mouth wide opened. She stood up and came across the room to talk to Erin, who was cleaning the blackboard, pretending she didn’t hear a thing. -It’s all alright, Anne. Really. Maybe it’s Joe. -Maybe Anne stood there silently for a while: Erin knew she had feelings for Joe, but she never confessed. it was he secret. And she respected it. All of a sudden Anne said - You know what? After vote for women, feminism should start working so that women can, as well as men, have the right to punch each other without going to jail. Boxe for women. -Who would you sparring partner be? -Mary, of course After school, Anne followed Erin home for tea. They both didn’t want to be alone. -I don’t know how could I go through all this without you, Erin - Anne said, walking towards her best friend’s home. -I’d die lonely and depressed without you- Erin answered, her head on Anne’s shoulder. -Should we start digging our graves? Cause I kinda feel one of us is going to have a seizure by tomorrow and the other will follow. -We definitely should Anne and Erin were entertaining Erin’s parents with one of their theatrical performances. They were laughing. Happy. Mrs Blake felt cruel as she watched them from outside. Cruel, cause what she was about to say would have ended all that happiness. Anne was the first to notice her, while turning around the room in a clumsy waltz with Erin. She froze when she saw she was wearing a black dress. -What, what is it?- Erin asked, still laughing, looking at her friend Mrs Evans rushed at the door. Mrs Blake whispered something to her, then she turned to look at her daughter, not knowing what to do. She then exchanged a quick look with Anne and closed the door behind her, hugging Mrs Blake. -No… Mom, no! -Erin screamed.

All Erin remembered of what came next was confused. She learned her mother accompanied Mrs Blake back home: there she found Mr Blake sobbing. Mrs Blake was like a ghost, as if she wasn’t even there. Like a boxer who had just got hit in the head, she hanged around the house in semiconsciousness: still standing but finished inside. she crumbled down later, in the kitchen. Mrs Evans stayed at the Blake’s until dawn, by her friend’s side, just like Anne did. She met Mrs Evans at the door, as she was leaving. -Thank you, Anne -Oh, Mrs Evans… How is Mrs Blake? -Anne asked -Not well. You look tired, dear… Erin? -Not well. She will never forget herself… Erin heard her friend’s words, finally half asleep after a whole night of tears. Then she drifted off, thinking of Tom.

Cap 10

https://whitequeenasitbgan.tumblr.com/post/612402408993292288/the-house-of-smoke-and-fog-cap-10

#1917 film #tom blake #blake x reader #william schofield #ww1 #dean charles chapman

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alethiometry · 3 years

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kassandra, connor, edward

answered edward here! 😊

First impression

kassandra: loved loved LOOOOOVED her from the start! i saw a couple screenshots in a polygon review before i bought the game and thought she was just the prettiest damn jock i’d ever laid eyes on... and she still is. and from the very first line of the game (leonidas prologue notwithstanding) - the cyclops’ thugs yelling “HEY! SHITFACE!” to her while she’s just vibing on her roof - i was in looooooveeeee. her Scrappy Punk Energy is impeccable.

connor: i actually was kind of ambivalent towards him in the beginning! this was ofc coming off the way-too-long-and-boring haytham sequences, so although i was impatient to get to connor, i was also a little annoyed that there STILL seemed to be so much story before we could run around and be assassin-y. so although i liked him, it was hard not to be annoyed at the slow start of his story. i think it took until like sequence 5 or something for him to get a hidden blade. which, considering there’s only about 12 sequences in ac3, was kind of annoying.

Impression now

kassandra: i still adore her, but for even more reasons! i will never not love the feisty misthios with the conflict deescalation skills of a molotov cocktail side of her, but equally i love her devotion to her family in the main storyline, her justified rage and love for her son in the legacy of the first blade dlc, and even her exhaustion but eventual commitment to her (awful, no-good, horrible) destiny in the fate of atlantis dlc. it’s a little difficult to characterize kassandra definitively, because i think her development/arc is far more loosely constructed than other assassin’s creed protagonists, but in general she is presented as somebody who is humorous and loving and cocky and formidable and charismatic, and doesn’t buckle under the weight of all the responsibility she has taken on, or that has been thrust upon her. she rises to every challenge thrown in her way and comes out of it more resilient and always with that sardonic twinkle in her eye and a smartass comment at the tip of her tongue.

connor: WE STAN A CHARACTER WHO NEVER LOSES HOPE EVEN IN THE FACE OF LOSING HIS MOTHER, HIS HOME, HIS BEST FRIEND, HIS FATHER, HIS PEOPLE, AND HIS MENTOR. WE STAN A CHARACTER WHO SURROUNDS HIMSELF WITH PEOPLE HE LOVES AND WHO LOVE HIM IN RETURN, WHO DOES EVERYTHING FOR OTHER PEOPLE OUT OF THE KINDNESS OF HIS HEART AND BECAUSE IT IS THE RIGHT THING TO DO, WHO DEFENDS THOSE WHO CAN’T DEFEND THEMSELVES. WE STAN A CHARACTER WHO, WHEN BETRAYED BY PEOPLE HE THOUGHT WERE ALLIES TO HIS CAUSE, SEVERS HIS TIES WITH THEM BUT RATHER THAN SUCCUMBING TO CYNICISM CONTINUES TO DO GOOD AND FIGHT FOR JUSTICE AND FREEDOM FOR EVERYONE. WE STAN A CHARACTER WHO IS ANGRY AND STUBBORN AND CONFRONTATIONAL AND BRUTALLY EFFICIENT AT TAKING DOWN HIS ENEMIES, BUT IS ALSO BLUNT AND HONEST AND SELFLESS AND KIND AND COMPASSIONATE AND UNWAVERINGLY LOYAL TO HIS LOVED ONES.

Favorite moment

kassandra: i can’t just choose one are you fucking kidding me they’re all so good she is so good she is perfect and has literally never done anything wrong ever in her life and we know this and we love her

but her monologue/voiceover to elpidios at the end of legacy of the first blade as she sends him away for his own protection always breaks my fucking heart so maybe let’s go with that 😭

connor: there are once again so many to choose from, but if i had to pick just one... i’m really feeling that haytham-washington-connor scene rn. where haytham exposes that washington was behind the shelling of connor’s village and the death of his mother - clearly with the goal of getting connor to turn on the revolutionaries and see the world for the twisted, cynical place that haytham sees it as (he even says as much in his journal in ac forsaken). but instead of taking the bait, connor responds in his own way: he shows that he is not blind to the fact that washington has been using him this whole time, but also that he knows that haytham is trying to do just the same thing to him now. he immediately recognizes that haytham was waiting to spring this information on him and calls him out on it, and reminds both haytham and washington that he is not stupid, that his loyalty is borne out of his sense of right and wrong rather than naivete, and that his people come first. his people ALWAYS come first.

and maybe i’m just a sucker for monologues but the ac forsaken monologue that was recorded but never added into the game for some unknown godforsaken bullshit reason was so so so fucking good and if it had been included in the game i am sure it would be my favorite. “FOR AT MY SIDE WALKS HOPE??????????? T H A T IS MY COMPROMISE???????????/” ✨🔥😲🌟🙌 ⁉ ⭐💯🙏‼😭👏😭🔥✨ BITCH WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!

Idea for a story

kassandra: i basically stuffed all my angsty kassandra ideas into one wip that i’m not sure if i’ll ever finish but love to daydream about. obviously endgame kassidas because, like, that’s my brand, but i also want to take the time to explore her relationship with natakas the way that ubisoft sure as shit fucking didn’t. it’s kind of an amphipolis fix-it and a legacy of the first blade fix-it all in one, if i can ever manage that. probably the most ambitious wip i’ve ever attempted. oh, and also she gets to raise her goddamn son and doesn’t get saddled with any of that keeper-of-memories bullshit. so in a way it’s just a fix-it for the entire goddamn game because kassandra deserved SO much better and i’ll never not be mad about it.

connor: in continuing the tradition of haytham leaving his journal for connor, i think it would be neat if connor kept a journal for io:nhiote. and i’ve rambled before about a connor sequel but you know what the more i talk about it the more i can maybe will it into existence. i think it would be neat if it was framed in a epistolic way where connor is preserving their family’s legacy as he discovers more and more about edward’s life, writing it all down for his daughter, similar to the way revelations was told through ezio’s letters to claudia. it would start in 1791 with connor traveling to the caribbean to aid the haitian brotherhood in the revolution, and it would take him all across the islands - to cuba, to new providence, to jamaica, to greater inagua. to all the places where edward had been. maybe there would be scraps of journals or message bottles with edward’s memories in them? and when the revolution has been won and connor has learned all he can about edward’s life, he travels to england to visit edward and tessa’s graves and to meet his last living relative: his aunt jenny. she’s old and dying at this point but she’s back at the kenway manor in queen anne’s square and after a little bit of trepidation (and maybe he shows her haytham’s journal or his hidden blade as proof that he’s not just some random dude) she lets him in. she tells him about her life and about haytham as a child, and the more she talks the more at peace she seems to be, and connor smiles and takes her hand and thanks her for letting him in, and she passes away quietly and painlessly. and the last thing he does in england before he heads back to his own family is visit his father’s childhood bedroom. he sees the same edward-ghost (like the altair-ghost at the beginning of acr) that he’s been following through animus-memory or eagle vision or whatever: only this time, it’s not some deep insight into assassin-ing or anything like that. all he sees is edward tucking haytham into bed on the night of his tenth birthday. UBISOFT FUCKING HIRE ME.

i also wouldn’t be opposed to a meet-cute type story for how connor meets his future wife, although it’s a story i would prefer someone else to write (to my exacting specifications ofc lol), rather than write it myself.

Unpopular opinion

kassandra: idk how popular/unpopular this is but i did find myself choosing a lot of the meaner dialogue options because although i think she does have a kind heart and feels genuine compassion for people, i think she is by nature a very blunt and often harsh person. i mentioned in the edward post that i think he and kass are kindred spirits, by which i mean i think they both have rough-and-tumble exteriors that they present to the world, and hold their loyalties and loved ones very close to their heart. they’re both exuberant and extroverted people who thrive as mercenaries but in their most vulnerable moments strive for something more long-lasting and stable and quiet. but where i think they differ is that kassandra is... just a little meaner/more abrasive?

connor: i don’t think i have any? i genuinely can’t think of any right now. connor is perfect and everyone knows it. nothing but respect to the king.

Favorite relationship

kassandra: romantically, obiviously it’s brasidas and/or roxana. i don’t think i need to go more into that. battle couples my beloveds 😍😘🥰

platonically, i of course love her relationship with her family. i would kill to have more endgame content with any surviving family members. i’d love a scene between kass and deimos and nikolaos, and a scene between kass and stentor and deimos. there is so much potential there and the game is so goddamn anticlimactic. and while i understand that some of that is because it’s already a long damn game and it’s difficult to program so many branching narratives and storylines and endings, i also... idk i just wish there was deeper relationship-building in the game

connor: i shipped him with miriam for a hot second until that french dude came along and swept her off her feet 😅 but mostly, as with edward, i don’t really him him romantically with anybody because i know he gets hitched later on in life and we don’t know anything about his wife. besides, there’s not a lot of hot singles in his area (rip). and he even says himself that he’s too busy to settle down just yet.

non-romantically, my favorite relationship/interaction is connor and haytham. they’re such a hot mess and i love it. i love how at odds they are ideologically, and yet despite the constant bickering and snapping at each other they still manage to work well enough together. and the fact that haytham can’t even define how he feels about the son he didn’t know he had and who seems to reject him at every turn, while connor continues to hold out hope that he can reconcile with his father.... but they’re both too goddamn stubborn to voice it... i should be angry with These Idiot Men for bottling up their feelings like this, but with these two, i get it. i get why they are the way they are, and i’m just here for the ride. they’re not passive-aggressive about it (well - haytham kinda is), they’re just aggressive. and i love that. the scene on the rooftop where haytham tells him “the only different - the only difference between myself and those you aid, is that i do not feign affection” is SO good. (i almost listed it as my favorite scene but i think i like the washington scene better bc it’s more indicative of connor’s character, whereas this one is more indicative of haytham’s)

Favorite headcanon

kassandra: can barely cook. it just wasn’t something myrrine taught her growing up, because as spartan nobles/royalty they probably had helots doing the cookiing (i think there’s at least one helot you see in one of the family flashback scenes), and she would have been way more interested in combat training with nikolaos anyway. and by the time she’s on kephallonia, i highly doubt markos would know how to cook much more than just the bare minimum for them to both survive. and she wouldn’t have access to the meats and spices that she probably grew up eating in sparta - just bread and cheeses, and fish if she can catch them. simple stuff that she can either prepare fairly easily, or that she can steal. essentially, my headcanon is that kassandra can prepare food just enough that she can feed herself (and eventually phoibe). but if you gave her like a chicken or a pig or some other animal and said “make it tasty” she would have no fucking clue what to do.

connor: i like to think that after achilles’ passing, he started taking in stray animals. the mansion is so big and lonely when it’s just him; he’s always lived in close quarters with other people, and as introverted as he is i think the solitude of the empty mansion is just way too fucking bleak. so obviously the solution is that he just starts bringing strays home. maybe it starts with an injured critter that he nurses back to health, or a dog or a cat that keeps following him around when he’s in boston/nyc. but much like how eivor eventually winds up with like 80 pets inside the longhouse, i like to imagine that at some point there’s like 3 dogs, and 2 cats that curl up in/around his bed at night, birds that repeatedly come and nest in the beams of the mansion roof year after year, deer that come by and nibble at the weeds/bushes by the cliffs, because connor may or may not go to great lengths to ensure that their favorite nibblin’ plants grow there year-round.

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