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writingwithcolor · 2 years
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Wealthy Black character in historical romance, written by white author
@confusedcrowcaws asked:
Dear Team,
Apologies in advance if this comes off as a really navel-gazy question, I’m genuinely not sure if I should start writing this book. I’m a white woman writing paranormal fiction set in late Victorian England. The male lead is a young Black gentleman scholar. His role is to solve the mystery and be the ‘voice of reason’, and his race doesn’t come into play at all in the main plot, and only a little in his sub-plot romance with the (white) female lead. Even there, it’s not a major obstacle, and their relationship will proceed smoothly and happily. Being Black in England during that time, he has been exposed to racism and prejudice which has affected his character in various ways, but while this will be touched on as part of his general background, but won’t be a theme. The book is set in a remote location and he socially outranks everyone he meets there, except the female lead, who is his social equal. Everyone takes his position of ‘gentleman’ at face value and treats him accordingly, which he accepts from them as a matter of course as his due. There is no slavery in his or his family’s backgrounds. His grandparents were well-to-do in their countries of origin, and decided to move to England to be well-to-do here because it suited them to do so (this part is based on research and I believe that the family history I have constructed is historically plausible).
The reason I am writing is that I keep getting stuck on the idea that the whole thing falls into the ‘nobody asked for this’ category. I’ve gone over my plans and character concepts in some detail with a sensitivity reader, who came back with the verdict that the character/story was 'perfectly appropriate’ for me to write. If I do write it, I will obviously continue to work with them, but right now I’m really stuck on the thought that just because it’s technically okay for me to write the character, doesn’t mean anybody actually wants to read it. I mean, there’s literally no reason for the character to be Black, other than that he is. I can’t justify it, I am not trying to 'say’ anything by or about it. He came about because I had the whole rest of the story and characters ready to go, but just couldn’t 'get’ the male lead, who I assumed at the time to be white. Then I saw something about trying out characters as other races or genders, and suddenly there he was, fully formed.  
To be completely honest, if I’m wandering around a bookshop and see a new historical novel with Black leads, the first thing I look at is the author page. So far (in my actual experience of walking around bookshops), the authors have always been Black themselves, at which point I get excited and usually buy the book*. Honestly, if I saw a smiling white lady who looked like me on the back page, I would almost certainly go 'pfft, what does she know/who does she think she is’ and put it back down, which is pretty much the same reaction I have when I think about this prospective book of my own. On the other hand, I’m super attached to this character now and really want to write him!
*Also, I note that the characters in those books usually (always, in my actual physical 'walking around bookshops’ experience) have their roots in slavery one way or another, and now I feel weird that mine doesn’t, like I’m ignoring something I shouldn’t be?
Write the story! 
Given the popularity of books and shows like Bridgerton, there is clearly an audience for it. I’ve also heard of a similar book and show release called Mr. Malcolm’s List.
Black characters in history don’t need an excuse to exist. Unfortunately, the average reader may call for an explanation, especially if the character is not a slave or servant. For this reason, it’s helpful to give them a background that “explains the why.” No need to dwell on it, but you can just “place it there.” without making a big fuss on their existence. The background you depicted, for example, is enough.
This is to get it out of the way due to the racial bias-embedded questioning that suspends some readers' belief (bleh). It’s too bad, but reality at the moment.  
If Jane Austen could write a Black woman heiress in 1817, why can’t authors do this today without folks bumbling and mumbling about “historical accuracy”? 
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Georgiana Lambe, Black West Indian heiress in Jane Austin’s unfinished novel turned television series, Sandition 
For similar reasons, it’s good to describe characters physically and to do it early, as characters that are not described are often defaulted to being white.
All that being said: 
This does not mean you need to give in to giving them a slavery-based history. That’s where accommodations for reader bias ends. We. do. not. always. gotta be slaves! Please explore the rich and varied history of the African diaspora. Black history doesn’t need to begin or end with slavery. These are important stories and important history, but not the only, single story, not the only, single history.
Romance 
Some things to keep in mind: Black men / white women relationships shouldn’t have to be the default. 
From a representation standpoint, there’s a lack of:
Black men in (healthy, equal) relationships with dark skinned women, particularly Black women
Black women in (healthy, equal) relationships with any race (Black, interracial or no)
Other Black, Indigenous, People of Color in historical stories and romances overall
Including some more of those groups could be a great idea. You could always give your character a sister, brother, cousins, BIPOC friends, etc.
As for you being a white author
This puts you under higher scrutiny of getting things right. You may also have people who will question and ignore the book for that reason alone. I’m personally not one of those people, and I know a lot of other people just want a good story that is inclusive and well-written. Remain open to constructive criticism and feedback, but do not feel as if you’re not “allowed” to write BIPOC protagonists and love interests. Build it, and they will come!
Still, whenever you get a chance, please do boost and support your fellow Authors of Color, as their stories are often overlooked by publishers in favor of those by white authors. 
~Mod Colette
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alexa-santi-author · 1 year
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If you want to read some thinly-veiled Tom/Loki and Zawe fanfic in respectable Kindle book form, I gotchu, fam, for the low price of $2.99 AND! It includes a host of fairytale retellings from my fellow anthology authors as well.
The Blurb:
To Lady Mirade, it seems a simple task: abduct the sorcerer son of her clan’s greatest enemy and persuade him to teach her the magic she needs to defend her family and her keep. She never expects her greatest battle to be against the forbidden desire that burns between them.
The Lord Sorcerer Lorien’s task is to escape and return to his own clan so they can resume their feud. But even as he remains Mirade’s prisoner, he finds himself enchanted by her determination and passion to protect her people.
As they grow ever closer, finding a way to resolve the feud so they can be together may prove to be the most impossible task of all.
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seilon · 10 months
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by no means do i regret cutting off my dad but. sometimes i remember experiences with him that are so novel i wouldnt ever replace them. specifically i am thinking about how he’d play this country song sometimes that i have no idea how he found about gay interracial cowboys in love. i never asked him about it. i think about it often
#kibumblabs#chorus was like ‘interracial cowboyyy homo kinda love’ or something like that#my dad’s music taste was like. the most unpredictable thing on earth. in the most autistic way possible. it’s so hard to explain#and I still have no idea how he came across 90% of the music he’d listen to#I know when most people think of listening to music Autistically they think of an extremely predictable music taste where you listen to one#thing/band/genre/etc on repeat for however long and nothing else#but. the thing is. my dad didn’t NOT do that. his music taste was weird as hell and all over the place but it came in waves where he’d#listen to solely the same few songs or same artist or whatever for a few weeks and then eventually his focus would switch to something else#and he’d only listen to THAT for a few weeks and so on and so on. sometimes old stuff would come up again in a wave as well and#yeah you get it. occasionally he’d REALLY like a song and then he’d legit play it over and over again#specifically thinking of one time he got like. obsessed with moon river (the breakfast at tiffanys version I think?) and would play it#quite literally on a continuous loop on the house living room/kitchen speaker system and i think I was doing homework at the kitchen table#(wasn’t allowed to do it in my room cause my parents didn’t trust me) ​and was like. uh. dad. this is getting kind of annoying#and now that I think about it. I don’t think he stopped. at least not because of Me. i don’t remember when he stopped or if I just went#upstairs eventually if I finished my work. but yeah good god is my father autistic. he may not want to admit it but im pretty sure he knows#he is at least to SOME degree (my mother is a psychologist. i don’t think he could avoid it being pointed out at least a few times)#(he’s just prideful and stubborn and likes thinking that’s just the way he is and it’s not Pathological or blah blah blah idk. he knows.)#anywho. on the topic of things my dad would do that in hindsight ive realized are Very Autistic of him- he’d get annoyed sometimes if I sang#along to songs he’d play in the car because he wanted to ‘actually hear the song’ and yes first of all: dickish thing to say to a kid. but#the fact he didn’t realize that + now putting together that it probably had to do with having two sounds overtop one another in a#possibly irritating way… yeah. sounds like an autism thing. which I guess is kinda redeeming cause it means he wasn’t just being a TOTAL#asshole. still an asshole nonetheless but at least I sort of get it and get the feeling#cant blame him for having Autism Moments. can blame him for avoiding diagnosis or at least acknowledgement of it and never even remotely#attempting to keep his more maladaptive behaviors in check
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literaryspinster · 3 months
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I hear a lot of talk about how Hollywood isn't comfortable with showing romantic relationships, interracial or otherwise, without a white person involved. But I'm not sure that fans are actually comfortable with that either? And I don't think they're comfortable without a significant white (white male specifically) presence in their favorite genre shows.
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greycaelum · 5 months
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Ok im gonna drop this here for u to write it whenever u want,cause its been hunting me
Royalty au where gojo and reader are living happily,that is until someone poisons his queen when they're having dinner together.
She drinks the wine,and suddenly falls to the ground while throwing up blood and blood running from her eyes. Shoko manages to save her and geto holds gojo back so he doesnt do anything stupid. But when his queen wakes up she's really weak so shoko tells gojo about a flower that'll heal her up,so gojo leaves in order to search for it.
But when he's back,geto leads him to the flower garden the queen loves and he finds her among the flowers,a little better and seeing her not on deadbed has him running toward her,lifting her up and spinning while both of them laugh and kiss
Happy ending
Scribbles & Doodles—Lotus Tears
—Elven Emperor Gojo Satoru X Human Empress Reader
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𑁍 Synopsis:
His azure orbs stare as you reach to cup his cheeks with a slight understanding frown painting your brows. It doesn't help that you are wearing the other pair of purple robes. It made his belly warm, and his chest swelled with pride. You are pairing... He was the only one who could wear the purple robes since he was born, a lone star, but not anymore. And that was enough to make his heart skip a beat. "Will you be back for dinner?" Your tone carried hope and joy into his day. He doesn't understand why he has to part with you every day... He heaved a sigh hoping the day turns to dusk soon so he can hold you again to his heart's content. "For you, always, My Flower."
𑁍 Genre: historical fantasy, elves/faes, dark magic if you squint, interracial marriage
𑁍 WC/CW/TW: (4.3k)— poison, mad Satoru, elven traditions and cultures, fluff, angst, comfort, implication of major character death, mating bonds, talks of rebirth
𑁍 ✒️☕: Hi to the person who sent this ask. Pardon the very long wait, but I loved writing this one, I just need to say your ask is one of my fave ideas for elf Satoru so I tweaked some things, fantasy tropes are my favorite to write to escape canon~ Grey,
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At night when you lay in their bed, your head atop his chest, he cannot sleep a wink for he has forever to spare and only a lifetime with you in his arms. For such a fragile flower, even a man who has grown bleak and untouched over the long passage of time, Satoru cannot help but stroke your head gently, scaring the pixies who would try to sneak in to soak with his mate's presence. He doesn't know if it's a good thing or bad that his mate is loved by the small faes. But one thing is for sure, he doesn't delight that they are trying to pry you awake from his arms. It's no secret he doesn't like sharing... especially when it's about you.
For a human to become the Empress of the High Courts is an unheard thing. Improbable would be the word. And you do not need to know what methods Satoru used to make this happen. Because you already knew that behind his delicate beauty, lies the prickly thorns that wield the absolute power over nature. There is a reason why he was able to rule undisputedly in the indifferent flow of nature over the passage of time.
When he married you, he knew he would uproot the earth and supplant it again and again to give whatever you desired. He is the supreme ruler and Emperor of the High Courts and would only sheath his indifference in the presence of his Empress. He has broken down the millennial walls covering his heart and found himself enthralled by the maiden who never feared the Dark Woods. She found beauty in the mystery of the borders, and he found solace in her presence. She has grown to be his beloved Flower.
Fortunately for you, even as a born human, you have adapted to the faes far quicker. Learning their language and making up for your lack of magic, you learned diplomacy. It was not easy to learn such an intricate affair, but fortune has smiled upon you, with Satoru, who has boundless knowledge of the matter to be your tutor.
"Is this adequate enough?" Satoru hopefully looked at you in the mirror and the craft he had finished for a satisfactory answer.
"Satoru, we are not going to any gathering, are we?" You chuckled as you sat in front of the golden mirror while Satoru stood behind, holding an ivory comb in his hand as he carefully brushed your silky tresses. Small flowers adorned your hair like trinkets as he wove them skillfully into a braid. At this point, your handmaidens have lost their job, with your mate attending to almost everything you need unless he is away for the court.
"At least let me do this before I leave for my duties." He brought the tip of your hair to his lips, kissing it as he stared at you, a longing look on his face. This prompt you to turn the chair and face the elven emperor.
His azure orbs stare as you reach to cup his cheeks with a slight understanding frown painting your brows. It doesn't help that you are wearing the other pair of purple robes. It made his belly warm, and his chest swelled with pride. You are pairing... He was the only one who could wear the purple robes since he was born, a lone star, but not anymore. And that was enough to make his heart skip a beat.
"Will you be back for dinner?" Your tone carried hope and joy into his day.
He doesn't understand why he has to part with you every day... He heaved a sigh hoping the day turns to dusk soon so he can hold you again to his heart's content.
"For you, always, My Flower." Satoru tilted your chin and pressed a kiss on your forehead. "I do not wish to leave." He grumbled and connected your forehead, staring right into your eyes.
Your soft chuckle fluttered through his ears as you reached to cup his cheeks and stare into his eyes. A sense of tranquility floated in your orbs bringing his heart into a puddle of cotton.
"I will wait for you at dinner, Satoru. So the earlier you finish the earlier we see each other. Alright?"
"Alright, as you wish." Satoru sighed and kissed the tip of your nose. "The things you make me do..."
He never thought he would one day sit under the shade of foliage with his Empress on his lap, reading through some parchments while he pilfered some wildflowers to braid her hair. Or to walk while gently pulling the reins of his equine, leading the elk through safe passages whilst you ride on the back. Things he never imagined and things he never thought he would do. But the second you came it all seemed natural for him to indulge you in every way possible.
You are like a brittle glass flower to him that he cannot help but wrap you in the most flawless silks and softest ermine furs. You evoke in him a firm sense of fierce protectiveness.
So imagine the horror and derangement inside him when you were still smiling and talking with him at the dinner table but suddenly blood flowed down your nose, followed by a series of coughs drawing blood from your throat as you dropped to the floor, desperately gasping for air.
If it wasn't for his friend Suguru, a Dragon Lord who he has grown with, who happened to visit the very same day only to pin him down in his rampage of killing the perpetrators hiding in the imperial kitchen staff, perhaps one-fourth of the castle must've already been slaughtered.
All he could see was red. The burning flames consuming the imperial castle and the wilting forest mirrored the despair in his heart. He couldn't hear that his people were wailing for him. All he could ever see was his mate dying each second from the potent poison coursing in her bloodstream.
"Don't touch her!"
He snarled with pure frenzy when Shoko tried to reach out to your unmoving body in his arms.
"Satoru, Shoko is only going to heal her. Your mate needs help." Suguru tried to reason with the livid, elven emperor cradling the unmoving body of his bleeding empress. "She would not do anything to her, only help her."
Suguru could see how unfocused and distraught the dark blue eyes of his friend were, so far from his usual calm and regal sense. Satoru's eyes were bloodshot red. Thankfully, he didn't move when Shoko reached out again to heal his mate. 
A faint color of life returned to your face, but you were still as pale as alabaster, still unconscious. The fire consuming the woods slowly died down... A slight sense of sanity returned to Satoru, who held you close, ready to hide you from the world if not for Shoko's words.
"She's in moratorium state... I've only managed to stabilize her body and freeze the poison to stop it from spreading further. Right now, we need to find an antidote... Or else she will only have seven days to live. For now, let's take the Empress to a safe place." Shoko pinched the bridge of her nose as she looked back to the fire slowly dying down, leaving shared trees and ashes. "And fix the chaos you have ignited, Your Majesty, the Emperor."
There are, but severely few times he let his emotions overcome him. He could count it in his hand. But ever since that sight of your throwing up blood, Satoru experienced a myriad of emotions he thought he was never capable of.
Fear... Despair... Uselessness... and most of all heartbreak...
You don't know how many millions of times his soul has shattered in every second he held your cold hand whilst he channeled all healing spell he knows into your body as you sleep on the cradle of the sacred tree cushioned by wildflowers and vines dangling down the archaic branches of the colossal wood. It seems you're merely asleep, but it feels like it's been forever since he last saw your eyes. The reality is that day by day, you are losing your life while all he can do is sit here, rooted in place, too afraid that if he steps away, he might not see you again.
"Your Majesty..." Shoko came forward. The Emperor has been sitting here for three days straight beside his dying mate in silence holding her hand, unmoving, and would attack anyone who dares to step one foot closer to the lying Empress. The court matters have been neglected, with only the elders holding the court together in his absence. The woodlands are closely related to the essence of the Emperor. The depression of his heart manifested in the woods, which gradually lost the green leaves and were replaced by withered branches...
"I have found a possible cure for the Empress."
Shoko had never felt strong empathy, but she did feel a bit of ache for her friend when he raised his head at her, almost pleading with his bloodshot eyes.
"Speak."
"Do you remember the Sacred Tombs of Tvar?"
The sacred burial grounds of the late Empresses. It's deep-seated in the heart of the Mountain of Hanging Tombs, guarded by the mythical beasts his forefathers have created to protect the resting place of the late Imperial Rulers.
"What about it?" Satoru has only been there once when his Imperial Father has taken him to visit his late Mother. It's a mystical mountain filled with ancient elements, from the creatures to the plants, that can only be heard in folklore.
"For high faes like us, the poison the Empress has induced was nothing serious. But to humans, it is lethal." Shoko sighed. "The spell I cast was only a valve to keep the poison at bay until we can find an antidote. On the seventh day, when the sun rises, the spell will cease to exist, and the poison will corrode her bo—"
"Tell me, what should I do? Anything Shoko. I would kill if I had to." The bones on his knuckles protruded with his clenched fists. The Emperor cut her off. He would not hear her say such ominous words about his mate's life.
He would uproot the earth to find anything that can cure you. Anything.
"Killing might be going too far, but it's not impossible." Shoko took out from her robe a parchment containing a sketch of what seemed like a flower and handed it to her Emperor. She never slept over the three days in a desperate search for any cure. "There's a flower that can only be seen in the Sacred Tombs of Tvar that may be able to save the Empress. As we all know, only the direct descendant of the Imperial Family can enter the Mountain of Hanging Tombs."
The Mountain of Hanging Tombs is as ominous as the name implies. It's a mountain range covered with black mist and ferocious mythical animals and exotic plants. It's not that only the direct descendants of the Imperial Elven Bloodline can enter the mountains, but the lower beasts residing on the foot of the mountains refrain from attacking an imperial descendant since they are born from the first Emperor's blood as well. No ordinary fae can survive these mythical beasts, and could only result in death. Thus, it has become known not to venture deep into the mountains.
Satoru, however, wasted no time to cross the valleys leading to the burial grounds. He needs to find that flower.
Lotus Tears...
It is said that the flower can heal any illness. However, it's impossible to scour for the elusive flower, which roots deep only in the burial grounds of the Empresses and leave unscathed from the toxic plants and mythical animals on top of the Mountain of Hanging Tombs that will attack him at any given second.
"Why do you always put the flower on my left ear? I'm not yet married." You asked him during one of the days he stayed longer to watch over you as you searched for some wild, beautiful flowers in the woods.
Satoru stared at the magenta lilacs he conjured from his hands and tucked them into your left ear.
"You look beautiful in any shade of purple..." It matches the color of his robe.
You pursed your lips and huffed clearly not satisfied by his vague answer.
"You didn't answer my question, Satoru."
He chuckled at your angry face, bopping your nose, making you annoyed as you tried to punch him clumsily. The little girl still has the same pout even as she bloomed into a prim and proper lady. It was too adorable even to be called 'angry.' He jumps down the tree and walks up to you, bringing the tip of your hair to his lips for a soft parting salutation.
"Next time... I will tell you, My Precious Flower." With that, he took you to the borders of the human village and the dark woods, as your Mother was already looking for you. He watches you run into the light while slowly walking back into the shadows.
Maybe... He should have never forced this fate on you. You may have called on him in desperation to flee from the humans chasing after you, but he, being the one who knew better, should have returned you to your realm rather than letting his selfishness devour him and claim you as his mate. If he had done so, then you wouldn't have met this predicament.
You wouldn't have been lying in your blood, cold like a corpse...
"Where is she?" Satoru's heart felt like it was dying when he saw that your body was gone from the bed of the sacred tree. "Where is my mate?! Shoko!"
Did he lose you? Did he come too late?
He stared at the blue lotus he so carefully dug out of the perilous mountain despite the throbbing pain on his shoulders after a chimera managed to bite him before he could slay it.
No, you cannot leave him like this... Oxygen left his lungs, and his feet staggered, unable to support the weight of heaven, crushing his soul. His vision is going black, not like this. He barely got to dote on you. Barely got to drown you with the love he has secretly hidden all these years. No, no, no. Satoru's throat ran dry. He wants to scream as if the tearing of his heart wasn't enough to shout his despair.
The forest closely linked to his essence slowly wilted as if joining their Emperor in his mourning. The leaves slowly dried up. The flowers closed, and the vines started shrinking to twigs. His sorrow is mirrored by nature.
His mind went black, his heart slowly crumbled in every passing second that his eyes could not see you. Why did the gods despise him to tear apart the only joy he has ever touched for what seems like an eternity?
"Satoru!" Suguru found him in haste after the forest slowly grew darker and darker.
Who knew that his apathetic friend could have this vast amount of emotions to turn the lush evergreen forest into a barren land? Suguru wasted no time to drag what seemed to be a lifeless Satoru into a maze-like garden.
Shoko was there. She immediately snatched the mystical lotus from the Emperor. Satoru could care. All things pale in comparison to his mate... All things. He dropped to his knees, holding onto your hand.
"Y-Y/n?" Satoru's throat was parched as he saw your sleeping body, with the wilting grass around, as if you were truly taken away into the underworld... This was your favorite garden... All flowers in here, he has grown with his own hands. Not it seems like he has planted those flowers only to send you off to the afterlife. "No, you can't do this to me, My Flower... I would lose my mind." He muttered like a madman, bringing your cold hands to rub against his cheeks, desperately searching for any signs of warmth but finding nothing...
Suguru tried to pry him away from your frail body, but his malevolence met those who tried to separate you from him until the Dragon Lord had no choice but to use all means to knock Satoru out...
The last thing he saw was your sleeping face as he desperately begged his eyes not to close... He needs to see you, to be beside you... to hold you...
"Satoru...?" You were both sitting under the shade of a magnolia tree with his head on your lap, eyes closed from the glaring sun, meanwhile, you intertwined his lustrous hair into a loose braid, tucking little flowers in your masterpiece.
"Hmm?" It was one of the days when he had enough time to traverse the hills with you and meet other fae tribes so you may have time away from the Imperial Courts.
"Promise me that if the memories we have together start to hurt... you will forget me."
His eyes opened in a split second, and he looked back with furrowed brows only to meet your small smile.
"That is nonsense. I would never wish to forget you. You are my mate." Satoru sat straight and took your hand in his. "What led you to this ominous thought, My Flower? Do not think of such things, we are bonded for eternity."
You gently shake your head.
"You're an elf... I'm a human. Our life span runs differently. Some day... You will have to remember me longer than you have held me..." The bitterness of your eyes was quickly concealed as you closed them. "That's simply the order of nature..."
Satoru was tongue-tied... He cannot face that reality yet... Not yet... If ever the Lady of Light is listening to him, he prays that the sun and moon slow down... Forever never seems to be enough...
Forever will never be enough...
"Satoru...?" 
He wishes never to wake up. If you're not in the world he opens his eyes to, he may as well live in this fantasy. He has lived such a long time in solitude. So even if it's just a fragment of imagination or make-believe, he would choose that sweet lie rather than face the cold reality you're gone...
"Satoru..."
Your voice... It's sweeter than the sirens and softer than the small faes singing with the birds in early dawn...
A soft touch brushed off the fringes on his temples, shielding his eyes from the blinding sun. Unable to bear the brightness, his eyes opened and looked up to the blue sky...
Slowly, his blurry eyes met your worried ones as you tucked your hair behind your ear while staring at him with his head laying on your lap.
"You're finally awake... Thank goodness!" You sighed and smiled. "Welcome home, Satoru..."
Your hair... It's not the same color as it was... It shone a bright silver like his under the sunlight, which only the imperial descendants can inherit... But he knew it was you... His soul tells him so.
"Y-Y/n?" He reaches out to touch your cheeks that have grown prominent... more elf-like... "This isn't a dream?"
Your sweet chuckle filled his ears as your warm palms held his and pressed it to your cheeks, kissing his wrist.
"I must've worried you so... I'm sorry, but I'm fine now... because of you."
You're really warm... So warm, you melted the millennial thorny wall he built around his heart. Your palms are so dainty compared to him, but they have always been able to soothe him more than anything else.
"You... You look like me..." Satoru slowly sat up as he took in your features. "My Flower... you look like a fae..." Satoru is a bit confused about the sudden transformation. You look just as you are, but the silver hair, pointy ears, and sharper features... 
"It must've been because of the flower's healing attributes," Shoko explained, taking a step forward to assess the changes on you, who indeed looks like an elf now. 
"Explain, Shoko." Satoru looked at the woman as he was adamant about answers.
"The flowers had healing attributes; it's just a speculation, but aside from healing, we all know that lotus also signifies rebirth. The flower may have deemed it necessary to change the human blood running in the Empress's veins into elven blood for her to heal from the poison fully... As for the silver hair, I can only think that since the Lotus Tears came from the sacred buriel grounds of the late Empresses, it must have absorbed most of their remaining energy and passed it on to the Empress through the flower's healing attributes..."
"Does that mean my Mate is now an elf?" Satoru cannot believe how these events have turned out for you and him. He took your hand and studied your features... You are still you, but indeed, there swirls a more mystical air around you, and only a faint scent of human blood is left lingering in you.
"The Empress is not yet fully an elf at the moment, but I am sure before the fortnight ends, her transformation will be complete, and she will truly be a full-fledged fae, like us." Shoko nodded.
You stared at Satoru... The once wilting forest which you woke up to slowly regained life.
For a man so stoic, he is an open book... You can't help but chuckle as the smaller faes slowly creep out of their homes and rejoice at the blossoming life enveloping the woods again. Shoko and Suguru have left, leaving you and your mate some privacy in the garden.
"I..." Satoru cannot confess enough what he had done out of rage and sorrow when he thought you were gone.
"I know..." You shake your head telling him to speak no more as you took him in your arms... This time, you could feel him ever closer, hear his thoughts louder, and see him clearer. Everything he has done and he has said, you knew and felt in each passing second... But no words were uttered, as you can feel the remorse coursing in his being. What he needs the most is your embrace...
Nature can renew itself as long as it is given care and time...
The trees are once again full of luscious foliage, the grass is back to its evergreen hue, and the different faes have returned to their homes and gone through their duties as usual. Satoru is somehow a bit busier with the court matters, while you, the Empress, needed a little more recuperation before you come back to your court duties.
"Your Majesty... We always knew you smelled sweet even before you became like us."
The smaller sprites sat on your finger as they flapped around you, more drawn than ever. It seems that your new form has made you more captivating to their instincts, just like how they are drawn to the presence of their Emperor.
"Really? Though, I know you just want more sugary treats." You played with their cheeks until they perked up and bowed to someone. "See you tomorrow, Your Majesty!"
You didn't have to guess who made the little sprites flee in haste.
You turned around, and sure enough, you were swept off your feet as a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you off the ground. His sweet sandalwood scent filled your senses, soothing your racing heart.
"I missed you, My Flower... What did my mate get for me?" Satoru looked at the basket you're holding, filled with several flowers from the garden he built for you.
"It's nothing much... It's too loose to be called a crown." You showed him the crown you clumsily made with some lilacs. But Satoru guided your hand to put it on his head, indulging you with anything. You have now fully turned into an elf. Bright silver hair, lucid eyes, and the sweet scent of jasmine and orchid around you with the purple robes that only the Imperial Rulers can wear. Anyone who sees you will immediately recognize you as an Imperial Fae and their Empress.
"I would take anything you offer me, Y/n." Satoru softly kissed her forehead... his lips slowly kissed his way down your nose until he found your lips. "Can I ask for a kiss?"
"What if I say my kisses are not offered?" You raised a brow.
Satoru merely shrugged it off with a smirk.
"I'm pretty sure you can make exceptions for your husband, no?" Satoru chuckled. "Can I have my kiss now?"
Your sweet smile and soft giggle drowned in as he captured your lips for a gentle but passionate kiss.
If the lotus has tears, he will shed it only and only for you...
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the-crooked-library · 2 months
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"You and I Have Begun to Blur"
This is eating my brain from inside, so here's the thing: one of my favourite aspects of Hannigram as a ship is their balance - the way they mirror and complete each other, functionally two halves of the same whole; but what is even more fascinating is that, in a literary sense, Hannibal and Will are, in fact, inspired by two opposing aspects of the same man.
It all begins (like many other things) with Lord Byron; specifically, the summer he spent with a group of friends at Villa Diodati in Geneva, and the dare, that each member of the group would write a ghost story - one of which was Dr. Polidori's The Vampyre. This novella, which introduced the vampire legend to Western popular culture, defined its archetypes for centuries to come; and as such, Polidori's Lord Ruthven, who was based on Lord Byron, became a blueprint.
He is dark, foreign, seductive, dangerous, hypnotizing, hedonistic, possessive; his relationship with the main character, Aubrey, is markedly homoerotic - and these qualities endure as the archetype is passed down the generations. From Ruthven, we get Carmilla, Dracula, Lestat - and, indeed, Hannibal Lecter.
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he is still, recognizably, a Byronic villain. Whether he operates within an overtly supernatural genre, or a psychological thriller, he is still confident, dominant, manipulative, and always representative of forbidden (queer, interracial, extramarital, etc) desire and temptation.
However, The Vampyre was not the only piece written for the same dare, not the only piece that left a legacy within popular horror, and, most importantly for this context, not the only piece that featured a Byronic character. Mary Shelley's Frankenstein introduced a second such archetype into the gothic genre - inspired by her own understanding of Lord Byron; so, while her Victor Frankenstein shares the same dark hair and pallor as Polidori's Ruthven, there is an ocean of differences between the two.
Victor Frankenstein is a Tortured Genius. He is odd and wild, passionate, prone to isolation; a misfit from the start, always lonely despite the few connections he has, and never truly understood. His intellect is both a gift and the source of his ruin, and he is plagued, in equal measure, by both pride and guilt.
In both looks and character, he passes almost unchanged - from this:
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Even centuries later, he is still the smartest man in the room, he is always tormented, and his counterpart is always a Monster. We see him pop up throughout horror media - as poets, composers, detectives - reflected in Edgar Allan Poe's Roderick Usher, Lovecraft's Henry Wilcox, or Spencer Reid of Criminal Minds. Unlike those of Ruthven's lineage, these people are usually either frail or sickly, socially awkward, uncertain of themselves except for a specific area of expertise, and their sanity commonly tends to be in question.
Despite such differences, though, all these characters are Lord Byron's legacy, weaving their way through history - on the page, on the stage, on the screen, it matters not. By the time they meet again in NBC's Hannibal, they are as separate as two entities can be - yet entwined more closely than any other genre would allow.
Frankly, it drives me feral.
There is so much here to unpack - they are a whole, and yet separate, each with his own archetypal history. Does something within Will Graham's bones remember Frankenstein when he stands in the forensic lab, surrounded by corpses?.. On the Doylist level, does that inform the acting - however subconsciously - in any way?.. Does Count Hannibal Lecter have Lord Ruthven's smile - or Lord Byron's?.. Does he know?
How much is reality?
How much is fiction?
How much is lost through interpretation? How much is remembered? How much does anyone ever really Know us, truly, when two of Byron's closest friends saw entirely different people in him?
I don't know. We can never know. What is evident, though, is that Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham are two halves of the same soul - and that this soul aches to be complete.
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mylancap1 · 1 year
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DEWI REMAJA ACADEMY GANGBANG & SEX PARTY (Part 2)
Sambung lagi review pasal finalist yang akan sertai sex academy. Yang akan pamerkan semua sex skills dorang. Hari tu aku dah bagi 4 orang. Kali ni aku teruskan lagi dgn chicks baru.
5. DINA
Tak banyak ulasan yang aku boleh bagi dekat Dina ni sebab aku rasa dia masih kekok dalam dunia sex. Aku tau dia try hard nak master semua skills mcm teasing, flirting even mcm mana nak HJ & BJ. Tapi personally aku rasa Dina ni agak tak natural. Kalau utk porn, Dina ni tak boleh nak letak dia dalam genre mcm gonzo atau POV, amateur sex tape ke. Dia jenis yg agak fake bagi aku. Tapi fucking tetap fucking. Dina ni alternative bagi girls lain jgk especially siapa yg suka body jenis kurus tapi tetek & bontot jenis ada. Tak besar tapi bukan papan. Dina ni jenis kurus, tetek & bontot baru nak berkembang. Sbb dia muda lagi. Fappers yg suka gigi braces pun boleh turn on dgn Dina. Atau sapa yg suka cikaro style or clubbing girl. Dina ni aura & mood dia ke arah tu. So dia mmg ada wild side cuma aku kurang sikit sbb dia tak natural. Tapi kalau fuck, aku gerenti pacak lambung mmg yg main position. Manipulasi petite body dia. Kalau gangbang, aku pastikan Dina ni mcm 1st touch aku utk foreplay sampai dick aku tegang dan aku akan fucking girls lain.
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6. MELISSA
Melissa ni bagi aku dah next level sebab dia dah masuk dunia yg kalau la di Malaysia ni boleh publish porn, dia dah jadi porn star. Macam tu la level dia. Amoi yang ada balance body. Body yg perfect utk fucking lah senang cerita. Bayangkan umur dia muda gila lagi. Baru lepas habis sekolah menengah jugak tapi dia dah terus expose dunia sexual ni. Tak ada malu malu atau rasa nerdy dah. Melissa mmg matured awal. Sekolah rendah lagi dah period awal, lepas tu sekolah rendah lagi dah pandai masturbate. Sekolah menengah mmg dah advanced fucking. So nak cakap apa lagi? Rambut, tetek, bontot, muka semua dah cukup perfect. Cuma akan ada fappers tak suka Melissa ni kalau yg taste jenis suka Muslimah style, suka boobs di sebalik tudung. Melissa ni maybe dorang akan turn off. Tapi sapa yg layan sexiness world mmg akan turn on. Sbb Melissa tak ada selindung apa apa. Direct sexy. Pakai bikini, show off boobs, kalau ada nude photoshoot pun dia akan layan. Part dia tayang tali bra tu fucking hot. Tali bra besar gila nak tampung boobs. Dan nak fucking Melissa mmg bukan calang calang. Dia dah tahap advanced. Dia pun layan lessy scene. So kena ada new girl yg dia akan guide 1st. Melissa sendiri yg akan buat girl tu cum. Lepas tu baru jantan puaskan Melissa. Mesti rough sex dan dia suka kalau ada slap, choke, pull... benda benda yg sakit tapi nikmat. Anal, DP, interracial batang 8, 9 inch baru la menepati selera. Teringat aku porn star Malaysia dulu Nyomi Zen. Melissa maybe pelapis dia akan datang. Damnnn Melissa.
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7. HYELEY
Hyeley ni type girl yang akan diburu producer movie or drama akan datang. Lepas tu rating naik sikit akan ada la Dato’ or businessman yang teringin nak lenjan dia. Hyeley akan menarik minat fappers yg suka muslimah style. Pakai tudung, muka lawa stok padu cumtribute, kalau terselak tudung nampak selambak boobs padu. Memang ni pakej Hyeley. Hyeley ni bukan jenis slut murahan. Dia introvert kalau bab sexual. Nafsu dia tinggi. Taste dia bukan main main. Tapi dia tak show off benda tu. Hanya bff dia je tau masa pillow talk. Orang terdekat je tau yg dia addict dgn sex ni lepas kena fuck dgn ex bf. Lepas tu terus dia ketagih masturbate. Dah banyak collection vibrator & dildo. Kalau horny dah tak tertahan lagi, memang dia akan layan sampai cum berkali kali. Hyeley jenis yg adore dgn body sendiri. Dia akan naked depan cermin, posing lepas tu gayakan bra & lingerie paling dia suka. 1 wardrobe besar tak muat nak isi bra lawa dia. Dia memang jenis jual mahal sembang dirty dgn orang tak kenal tapi sapa yg rapat dgn dia akan tau nafsu tinggi dia. Taste dia jenis exclusive. Nak make love dlm suasana romantic, suka kinky stuff mcm 50 Shades of Grey tu. Suka kena ikat ikat, handcuff, blindfold... roleplay... damnnn hot. Body dia pun agak hot. Nak kata terlalu perfect maybe ada lagi yg boleh tandingi dia. Tapi bagi aku dah memenuhi selera fapping. Nak nak kalau tudung terselak dan nampak boobs pejal dia.
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8. MALLE
Shit. Sumandak ni betul betul mengundang. Betul la orang cakap sumandak ni kalau tengok auto batang yg lembik pun boleh tegak dan keras sekerasnya serta merta. Aku tak tau nak describe Malle ni macam mana sebab very nice & hot. Maybe level sumandak yg pure ni aku boleh samakan dgn chicks from Russia. Jenis yg exclusive, skin dia, body language semua 1st class. Malle ni kategori yg sekali tengok je pun dah notty gila. Tetek dia tengah nak mekar dan setahun dua lagi akan betul betul ranum. Memang kalau fucking dgn Malle ni boobs dia dulu akan kena aim. Situ dulu attack. Lepas tu memang akan lick 1 body. Body & skin dia padu wey. Ketiak dia licin. Memang akan jilat 1 body. Semua lubang, semua area mmg tak terkecuali utk kena jilat. Malle ni susah nak orgasm kalau tak kena cara. Dia jenis suka slow motion & foreplay lama. Lepas dah turn on baru lah dick kena dayung laju & ganas. Bontot dia mmg stok doggy. Macam macam style doggy boleh buat. Kalau dah lama lama boleh try anal. Malle memang stok gangbang yg sangat nice. Kalau lessy scene, dia akan jadi dominan. Kat tengah tengah fuck tu, aku nak stop jap pastu masukkan tangan dan nak tengok dia squirt for the 1st time. Fuck!
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Trauma Porn vs Representing Black Struggle in IWTV
TW: Domestic Violence (Focus) Rape (mentioned 1x)
Spoilers for the IWTV AMC Series
I think a lot of the distraught or incredibly positive reactions to Episode 5 of IWTV’s ending from black fans is because of the noticeable lack of genuine representation of black IPV let alone black queer people facing IPV at all. So not only was the scene without a trigger warning and absolutely out of nowhere (with of course the obvious foreshadowing and Lestat’s abusive behavior setting it up) but it was something that has barely been done for mainstream genre TV.
So as a black fan, seeing violence towards black people (trauma porn) is certainly not new to me... but seeing black queer people’s stories focus on IPV is something that I haven’t seen. It leaves me incredibly conflicted in ways that cannot be transcribed.
Genre TV, media in general, and even reality has an obsession with whitewashing (pun unintended) IPV towards black people unless it’s specifically meant to degrade us and utilize racist stereotypes. Rarely ever does IPV towards queer black people get spoken about in real life, let alone in fiction. So for a story to just be for real for a hot minute about that topic is both disturbing and jaw dropping.
I oscillate between “I can’t believe they would ever put this on TV” and “I’m so glad that they made this a plotline because nobody talks about this,”. IPV perpetrated by white people towards their black partners especially from a historical context is not talked about. And it certainly is not the focus of period pieces or literature as often as it should be.
This is even being taken away from us TODAY in history books; centuries of rape and domestic violence from the slave trade to Jim Crow is being censored RIGHT NOW. This is not isolated behavior.
And to see white IWTV fans sidestep this entirely back during the final stretch of season one to complain that having Lestat (who canonically abused Louis in other ways) assault Louis somehow ruined LESTAT’S character and THEIR SHIP. While completely sidestepping what themes they were intending and got across (you know like genuine media literacy) and the onscreen brutalization that happened without warning is disgusting.
Being able to cherry pick quotes and argue about whether or not slapping is “DV” is not only gross but it’s just not media literacy. That’s literacy... like good job bestie you can read! But it’s certainly doesn’t mean you have the range or comprehension to understand the intended themes of Episode 5 at all. And until white people begin to understand the nuances of being a black person being abused by a white person who holds power over you, it’s going to continue being out of reach.
It’s one thing to dislike it’s inclusion, because I also agree. But I’ve noticed that The Great Lestat Discourse TM has become the discussion rather than the perspective of how white supremacy aided in perpetuating domestic violence and the choice to show gory and unflinching physical abuse without a trigger warning.
White fans being disingenuous and asking Louis to fade into the background until Lestat (the white character) becomes the focus for TVL. While constantly mocking and ignoring the concept of IPV towards black people makes the point for me as to why this was an interesting and purposeful direction to head in. IPV is so ignored that when IWTV includes it, fans went out of their way to argue whether or not their favorite white boy would DARE TO DO THIS, and not why the writers did this and what they were attempting to say. IPV and queer victims of abuse are so ignored that after this happened people started making posts talking about APOLOGIZING TO A FICTIONAL LESTAT for writers “slandering” him! Discussions about abuse in interracial relationships during Jim Crow are so far ignored that people started to publicly doubt that actual domestic violence in interracial relationships existed at all! So badly that the writers had to come out and say that they wouldn’t make Louis “not the victim” when recontextualizing episode 5.
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Synopsis: enha and their Indonesian soulmate.
PAIRING: OT7
GENRE: fluff, established relationship
WARNINGS: none, maybe inaccurate translations?
WORD COUNT: 700+
NOTE: if something is incorrect then I sorrie didn't mean it. Tbh I had to research before writing and though I'm not exactly satisfied, I hope it's what you wanted. I divided the paragraghs because they looked chunky...though I'm not sure if it's better it looks odd to me hmm.
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★ HEESEUNG
he would be no stranger to the cultural differences in your relationship but rather than focusing on those, he'd divert his attention to the mutual aspects- even if they were small. "Wow, you like rice? I like rice too, that's so crazy". Focusing on the similarities would help make him feel close to you. This is ultimately how Heeseung moulds himself to compliment you and learn your thinking pattern. He's able to know more about you, able to predict your reactions and instincts and he believes it brings you two closer as he understands you.
★ JAY
overused but undeniably the truth because Jay's love language is acts of service! Have you seen how peaceful that man looks when he cooks? The joy that graces his face when he watches people eat his cooking? The only difference is that this time, Jay would be cooking dishes for your cuisine.
He'd casually ask you about a favourite dish and try to perfect it behind your back, cooking it repetitively and using enha as taste testers. They might not know how it's supposed to taste but can give him a basic overview. Don't be surprised when you come home and can smell your childhood memories because he's prepared food and set the table for dinner.
★ JAKE
as much as he loves to be introduced to your favourite meals, he's a picky eater, very sceptical when he sees something unfamiliar on the plate. But he would be more open to trying out sweet treats or your cooking because that can never go wrong. Like Sunghoon, he doesn't make your interracial aspect the personality of your relationship. He does use random Indonesian words he googled in conversations. "Have you eaten yet?" The rare times he ignores his gramma laws just to see your shocked face. Sometimes even memorises long phrases to impress you and is so willing to learn the language so he can impress your parents as well.
★ SUNGHOON
He's a paradox of being unaffected by your identity and associating everything Indonesian with you. Most of the time he's very nonchalant about it because why would the topic of ethnicity even be brought up in a conversation? But then, as your relationship progresses, Sunghoon notices small things that differentiate the two of you. Rather than being discouraged, he chooses to see it as an opportunity to be closer to you, to become your second home.
When random Indonesian words slip out, he'll remember them and later try to mimic them with wobbly hesitant pronunciation which makes you giggle at his efforts. The guy who would learn the language so its easier for you to communicate but at an emotional level…he feels speaking the same tongue would bring more understanding in the relationship.
★ SUNOO
He loves to watch Indonesian dramas and movies with you. It gets so serious for him because if you're busy, he'll watch them alone and give you uncalled-for spoilers, and you're like, "Were we going to finish it together??" And hes like, "Not my fault. Joe called me," and you're like, "Why are you on a first-name basis with him?" No response. He'll indulge in Indonesian news so much that each time he's on his phone, you know he's reading the latest scoop. Loves giving you updates and easily finishes your watch list before you because he's excited to discover more.
★ JUNGWON
He's always googling facts about Indonesia. But not because he's curious at a macro level, no he becomes obsessed with learning about the tiny details and customs that exist in cities you haven't even travelled to. It turns into a fun hobby for him.
And he loves to bring them up in normal conversations- usually because he thinks you'd be aware of them, so while you do the general topography of your country, Jungwon digs deeper. He asks you if you've ever been to Nias Island and you're like "No I haven't". And when Jungwon smiles at you, you expect him to say something romantic like 'lets's visit it together someday" and not the history of the island along with its location in the chain of islands.
★ NIKI 
He'll google normal conversation phrases and memorise them so he can write them in your diary for you to discover later. Sometimes, when he's confident, he'll go, "Did you makan?" And you smile, "Tidak saya tidak punya," and he just stands there with an awkward, polite smile because he has no clue what you replied with. His efforts are thoughtful and sweet, either way. He wears a silver necklace of your initials because he can, and he begs you to bring back souvenirs when you take a trip back home. He will not go with you until he's 100% confident in the language. Also loves watching vlogs and messages you food recipes so he can make them with you.
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Now I'm curious, how would you adapt a modern version of Mash?
Oh man thank you for giving me pretext to ramble about this. I have too many thoughts about Cursed Hypothetical MASH Reboot.
Genre Change MASH is from the golden age of sitcom and is one of the best examples of the genre. Tragically, really good sitcoms don't get made, and the shorter lengths commissioned mean we wouldn't get space for the sillier or more experimental episodes that make MASH so charming and memorable. This is also why any remake or reimagining could never replace the original. There's also less "suspension of disbelief" with modern audiences, so I think modern MASH would have to have a more grounded setting and consistent time line, so RIP time loop. I think the modern genre that would best fit MASH is dramedy. Classico MASH already had elements of "get 'em laughing so they cry harder" and Hypothetical Remake MASH would play that up. Basically, we're gonna "Better Call Saul" this bitch.
In writing out my ideas below, I realized hitting the main plot beats I imagine makes this sound like. Depressing. Which it kind of would be! But I want to emphasize that in my mind's eye this would still tonally be a comedy right up until It Isn't. Similar to BCS, characters encounter obstacles, handle them in very funny ways, but things Keep Happening and compounding and at the end you realize all those funny things have added up to something horrific and inevitable.
General Thoughts In my beautiful mind, this is five twelve episode seasons, each corresponding to a roughly six month period- the first two seasons are 1951, climaxing with Henry's death, first episode or two of season 3 is Trapper leaving/BJ arriving and then 3/4 is 1952, and the final season is 1953 and the ceasefire. Fortunately, because the characters in MASH are pretty well fleshed out with a lot of traits I think they could be turned into dramedy characters pretty easily, and you can take the Big Things that happen to them and play them straight/expand on them into proper arcs. Also, pulling in more historical details could be really interesting, and an opportunity to unpack how Fully Evil the war in Korea was. In reading more memoirs from doctors who served in MASH units, I was struck by how much contact with international forces they had, and the surprising amount of contact with their Chinese/Korean counter-parts. I think more of both of those things would be fun to incorporate into Hypothetical Remake.
Expanded Roles for Nurses We need more women. And fortunately, we got them! Even though there is Not A Lot of existing canon, I really do think we have enough on the recurring nurses to act as seeds for fuller characters. I would love to see Kellye developed as a supporting character from the start. Struggling to articulate this, but I think a deeper perspective on anti-Asian sentiment could be explored through her, possibly with some connections to the history of colonialism in Korea in particular. The character was described as Chinese and Hawaiian, but given her credited surnames of Yamato and Nakamura getting a little into her Japanese heritage and the resentment of Koreans towards the Japanese could be interesting as well. I also think "Dish" Schneider's conflict, torn between loyalty to her husband/fiancee and her attraction to the handsome funny guy who relentlessly flirts with her, could be a source of drama. I also really like Ginger's recurring "thing" with Trapper in canon, and expanding that into an actual friendship and digging into the racism and taboos against interracial relationships of the period would be interesting. You can take Margie Cutler as a young and inexperienced nurse and give her a little coming of age arc. I would also love for Knocko McCarthy to be a foil for Margaret- as the second most senior nurse, she chafes under Margaret's command and kind of collaborates with the Swampmen to subvert her, culminating in Margaret calling her out that if she didn't side with them against her, they'd hate Knocko too, and them growing closer over the series.
Ho-Jon and Expanded Roles for Korean Characters Many have written about the shitty representation of Koreans in MASH, and Hypothetical Remake could remediate that significantly. I think giving Ho-Jon (or a similar new character) an expanded role would be good, with more ties to his family out of camp and conflict over whether or not supporting the occupying American forces and the south is the right thing to do or the expedient thing. I also think there's some dark comedy to be mined from a slightly subversive Ho-Jon taking advantage of racism and being seen as ignorant or interchangeable to get away with shit. Would love for Black Market Guy to be a recurring character. There's also a great real life story I read where a MASH surgeon formed a bond with a Chinese doctor after accidentally connecting to a PLA radio channel, and I think that could be adapted into a really fun source of comedy (bonding with "the enemy" over shared indignities, surprising similarities, etc) and ultimately drama (Hawkeye finds out about a US or ROK attack that will cripple that doctor's unit or put him in danger- does he say nothing, knowing hundreds will be injured or killed including maybe his new friend, or does he commit treason and risk prison or death to warn him- and how does he live with not knowing what happened when he has to choose inaction?) Any of the Very Special episodes could be adapted and expanded. And of course, Hypothetical Remake would have Korean writers, or consultants, or at the very least a goddamn baby name book so we don't end up with a dozen characters just named Kim, or worse random syllables.
Radar I would love to keep Radar as one of the main POV character throughout the whole series and use his unique position to bridge between different storylines- he's an enlisted man so he has that perspective, he's close with Hawkeye and the surgeons, he's assisting Henry/Potter so he has ties to command, give him a friendship with a nurse and you're set. Given the comedy-to-tragedy arc of dramadys, I would love to take the book detail that he enlisted with dreams of glory and becoming a general and lean fully into that. He starts out season 1 as a sweet naive farm kid flying by the seat of his pants to figure out his job, he gets more and more enmeshed with the military over the course of the series, currying favor with the brass to pull strings to help the unit/his friends/himself, and it ends with Potter giving him a recommendation for officer school- an outcome fully framed as a tragic loss of self to a corrupt institution.
Hawkeye I think Seasons 1 and 2 in particular could be driven by the Hawkeye and Trapper committing outrages and crimes in the name of justice/not giving a shit, and then having to spend the rest of the season engaging in more outrages and crimes to Bugs Bunny their way out of consequences. The central tragedy arcing through the series is the Destruction of Hawkeye Pierce. He starts out determined to stay himself, stick to his principles, and not let the army change him. The glimmer of hope at the end is that he has survived and gets to go home, but At What Cost. I also think making him bipolar makes the most sense- early season Hawkeye hints he's had highs and lows before, but always managed to cope, but under the increasing stress his mental health gets worse. Insomnia due to overwork triggers a manic episode (adapting Dr Pierce and Mr Hyde) about halfway through S1, with a major change in his relationship with Trapper associated with that, and his first on screen depressive episode triggered by Henry's death, which gets him his week of R&R he goes AWOL from. He holds it together through S3 with increasing amounts of self-medication for BJ's sake, and S4's overarching storyline for him is a fully Catch-22 expansion of The Late Captain Pierce with increasing levels of franticness to resolve it, and S5 is a full blown "I'M NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE HERE" crisis culminating in the equivalent of GFA, and a brief psychotic episode triggered by his mood dysregulation and moral injury. An expansion of The Late Captain Pierce would be a great source of absurdity and drama, the ultimate consequence of his alienation of Everyone In Bureaucracy or Command (they all dislike/hate him for his antics and disrespect in S1-3 and no one wants to help him in his predicament, with a few spitefully refusing to help outright), and necessary to explain his presence in Korea in 1953 since his enlistment should've ended by then (since key members of the bureaucracy Hate him they refuse to count the months he was "dead" as part of his service, and his father is in too poor of health/financially strained from his cancer scare to advocate for him successfully stateside). I also think "playing straight" all the nurses breaking up with him after Ceasefire could be interesting. Like, S1 Hawkeye is a ladies man who's saying all the right things and juggling multiple relationships, but after they realize he doesn't Capital L Love any of them they start to distance from him- not unfriendly, but less a source of support. That alienation from others, first with the nurses at the end of S1 then others in camp, causing a vicious cycle of increasingly erratic behavior leading to less support etc culminates in his breakdown towards the end of the series.
Trapper My beloved boy ♥️ who has less of an arc and more of a vibe in existing canon, so we get to make some shit up whole cloth. Either keep the book/movie canon they were friendly in college, or make them childhood friends- not close, but some kind of pre-existing relationship. First episode is them stealing a jeep and bonding as they get into Shenanigans and Danger on their way to camp. Some people have the headcanon that Trapper lost a brother in WWII because of Wayne Rogers' acting choices, and I think a backstory like that could be interesting. He starts out a little ambivalent about the war, not wanting to be there and very aware of the human costs, but also feeling he has a duty. As he and Hawkeye get into more and more Situations trying to expose war crimes or fix injustices and even basic supply issues and are met by indifference or incompetence, he gets disillusioned. After Hawkeye's manic episode, he decided the one Actually Good thing he can accomplish is keeping his friend sane until they can get back home, since he starts to increasingly see his medical work as futile and the UN intervention as hopeless/harmful. They get closer and rely on each other more and more in S2, and in my based and gay pilled vision this is explicitly romantic and sexual, albeit with serious ambiguity if they would've had this relationship outside the trauma of war. Towards the end of S2, Trapper starts to get sick, and it turns out stress and increased alcohol & tobacco use contributed to an ulcer- it almost seems like he'll be sent home, but as in Classico MASH he begins treatment at the 4077th- and then Henry dies. Hawkeye spirals and they have to send him away, and then Trapper has to help pick up the increased work load. His symptoms get worse and he tries to cope and hide it, and develops peritonitis. When he realizes he's going to be evacced to Tokyo and then back to the States, he has a bit of a fucking meltdown. Mission Failed, he can't be there for his friend, and he blames himself because it was partly caused by his alcohol abuse. This is not just me being a Trapper simp, he has to go home before his enlistment is up for plot reasons since we no longer get the benefit of fuzzy timeline, and the genre convention of dramedy is you always Reap The Whirlwind at the worst possible moment.
BJ Ironically, I don't need to change anything about BJ to turn him into a dramedy character. He already has a "negative character arc", and you just take the major beats of that, set them in a linear escalation, and tighten them up. He starts out bright eyed and idealistic, determined to keep his head up, do his duty, and get out. Hawkeye meets him at the air field, having missed Trapper. Hawkeye blames himself for Trapper's health problems, and wants to do better by the new guy, offering him support and guidance. BJ bonds with him through the craziness, but as stress increases he starts acting out in small petty stochastic pranks, and then Peg's letters and missing his family build his anger, and he lashes out at Hawkeye because he suspects (in that "he's not right but he isn't wrong either" way) that Hawkeye's friendship isn't really because of BJ himself but because BJ is Trapper's Replacement. He suspects Hawkeye and Trapper were more than friends and he's simultaneously jealous and repulsed- he wants to totally replace Trapper and for Hawkeye to like him best, but he also loves Peg and misses her terribly and resents Hawkeye for "making" him want him. His chaotic unhinged repression is funny until it's briefly terrifying, then sad. As Hawkeye's mental health deteriorates, he tries to be supportive, but is ultimately overwhelmed by the intensity of Hawkeye's crisis and pulls back, though they mend things somewhat at the end.
The Hawkeye/Trapper/BJ Nexus In summary, our core duos are codependent trainwrecks, but while TrapHawk are more of an enabling and felonious "Thelma and Louise" style folie a deux, BJ and Hawkeye are more of an epic highs and lows "if you can't be with the one you love love the one your with" "hand in unlovable hand" mess.
Margaret Don't have nearly as much to say about our girl because I suck and have been writing this for almost 2 hours now because I'm insane but she has one of the best character arcs in MASH and Hypothetical Remake would really just intentionally start laying out her conflicts and growth from episode 1. She would also have more independent story arcs of trying to manage the nurses, and navigating advancing her career in the face of sexism. I would love to see her messy and complicated relationships with powerful men explored more fully. She bonds with Frank first to have a relationship where she's more in control than with her superiors, then as an ally to push back against the TrapHawk Chaos, then as she grows more confident (and TrapHawk get in over their heads) she is able to let go of the cloak of power military pretensions give her and be more herself.
Henry and Potter Henry remains a lovable incompetent. The one headcanon I have I'd like to use in Hypothetical Remake is that he's pretty severely dyslexic- I base that off his mispronunciations and malapropisms and canonical issues with reading (in Classico MASH doing things like holding a paper upside down or not being able to read maps and the words on them). He got through med school by having his wife read his textbooks out loud and type his papers, and brute force memorization. This is part of why he over relies on Radar to manage his paperwork and is easily scammed into signing off on things- he really can't tell what he's signing unless he uses all of his focus to decipher the text, and he's a trusting person so he rarely does. @marley-manson I LOVE your take that your ideal Potter is the exact same character in the show but the narrative treats him as an antagonist, and that is the vibe Hypothetical Remake would have.
Frank and Charles Again not a lot to say here, secondary characters and minor antagonists, but they would remain big sources of commentary but their pathos would be played up more in a dramedy.
Mulcahy Again, not too much different from canon, just more intentional building of a tragic arc. A smart sensitive guy who grew up poor and thought the church would be a path to respect or maybe even greatness got told to be a math teacher by his diocese, enlisted as a chaplain when the war broke out as part of his personal quest for meaning and significance, is confronted by the horrors and damage to innocent lives but still tries to believe in a greater purpose and good to what's happening, struggles with feelings of powerlessness and futility, and when he's finally able to do something heroic loses his hearing, which costs him his vocation- he's permanently disabled and would be unable to return to his old role as a parish priest/school teacher.
Recurring Characters Sidney my beloved ♥️ We bring back Sam Pak as a returning character. Also General Hammond and other members of the brass. I think Oliver could work really well as a recurring character.
Klinger Whole bundle of thoughts on this guy I wanted to save till the end. Because I adore Klinger, he's incredibly funny and one of the kindest and most principled characters on the show, and he's also incredibly 70s and I don't think could work as he was in a 21st century dramedy. I can see three potential paths to adapting him. A) Lean into the young, brash, hustler side of his personality, and he's a straight guy who thinks the craziest thing someone could do is wear a dress. B) An explicitly gay character who refuses to admit to being gay for a discharge because he finds the idea of being judged less than or broken for his sexuality incredibly offensive, but did drag back in Toledo and also refuses to stop being himself just because he got drafted. C) Principled pacifist serving as an orderly because of the draft who refuses to wear the uniform and started wearing dresses as a protest against bullying/abuse- oh, your gonna call me a sissy and steal my clothes because I refuse to use a gun? I will not only wear a dress, I will zhuzh it up into something amazing, because I would rather wear this outfit you intend to humiliate me with than that damn uniform.
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Quick rant but i‘m struggling with the bear fandom and cast/show runners response to sydcarmy or in general romance? why is everyone so pretentious i saw someone on twt say people who ship sydcarmy need to get out because this is not riverdale and it pissed me off so much what’s with this assumption of two main characters falling in love makes the show less serious or something. Ayo‘s interviews are also still a bad taste in my mouth because i feel bad openly shipping them now idk i don’t want this to be one of those shows were the actors/creators hate their fans/fandom :/
Firstly confession I never watched an episode of Riverdale I tapped out that YA genre when I stopped watching PLL, TVD and the originals, so I don’t get the reference.
With fans of the show who hate the ship it’s layered: apparently people hate love, the romance genre, interracial love, Carmy being in love, Sud being the one he’s in love with and much more lmao. Some of these people have intersecting thoughts on this.
The articles from the cast and crew it’s a catch 22 situation, I’m a cynic so my approach to life is ‘expect the worst and be prepared for the best’. What they’re saying does not align with what I’m seeing and I’m aware that what I’m seeing is not say a stereotypical Redditor is seeing and that’s fine. I’m also aware that show runners need to keep viewer’s attention and want for more, hence cliffhangers and plot twists; they aren’t going to give us a play by play of the stories progression.
My suggestion is to do whatever you think is best for you and your mental health! That might be avoiding certain platforms where they engage in those conversations that might enrage you or it might be silent shipping.
For me it’s knowing what I’ll yet from each platform so if I go look I now what to expect
Twitter: is mostly a good time if you stay to the fandom tags, idk what anyone else is doing. I do know Twitter was fighting on the frontlines of the anti ship battle at one point and god bless them for their service.
TikTok: is great at helping you be delulu with all the fanedits lol but I know the algorithm is suggesting is anyone who is remotely interested in the show the the comments while mostly pro ship have some anti ship viewers as well.
Instagram: idk anything besides the official instagram for the show so you’ll get everyone’s opinions on everything.
Tumblr: is a safe space, all the ships have their own tags and mind their own business 🤍 that but also after having interacted with people who ship sydrichie / sydmarcus there wasn’t any animosity so great.
It’s a show, we’re experiencing escaping reality don’t let anyone ruin the fun for you. Be unbothered and delulu!
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Hello! Do you have any favorite romance novels to recommend that are not YA? Thanks!
OH THE PANDORAS BOX YOUVE OPENED ANON ehem a not so exhaustive list
historical romance (this is my main genre so there's more books here)
bringing down the duke and a rogue of one's own by evie dunmore - part of a series but both can be read as stand-alones. victorian period ft suffragettes. the second one in particular is my absolute favorite. it's very Gender with an insouciant dandy and an ambitious activist leader, both lonely and stubborn.
the brothers sinister series (especially the countess conspiracy) and the turner trilogy by courtney milan - will admit i read these books a bit ago so i don't remember much of the details only to say that courtney is a brilliant romance writer so i automatically trust her any time i read her books. she makes the unromantic very romantic in a very grounded way. for example in one of the brothers sinister books, the couple has sex for the first time and it turns out to be understandably mediocre. but this becomes a starting off point that actually brings them closer together. i just love the touch of realism and imperfection she brings in a genre that's built off of heightened emotions and almost fantastical perfection in relationships.
the devil comes courting by courtney milan - separate rec because this is part of another series which i haven't fully read yet. but i just had to add this because i find it remarkably unique among the genre. the events span years (rather than the shortened time frame of most romance novels) and a large part of the courtship is epistolary. it's also interracial and does not feature a white person! (heroine is chinese and hero is black.) one of those hr books that is equally historical fiction as it is romance and explores a period that i think hasn't been touched upon as much yet.
a week to be wicked by tessa dare - the best romcom-y hr ive read! it's a zany road trip with a romance that happens so gradually it really does sneak up on you which is the best kind.
the belle of belgrave square by mimi matthews - marriage of convenience. read this recently and every plot beat was absolutely perfect. the reveals, the commitment between them, everything just made sense. nothing was extraneous.
convergence of desire by felicity niven - also marriage of convenience. I LOVE THIS HEROINE. she's on the spectrum and he has a toxic relationship to sex. he is absolutely not attracted to her in the beginning but the honesty she gives to him while she pursues her own ambitions has him absolutely at her feet by the end.
my deceitful duchess by aydra richards - nerdy virgin ass hero which is a breath of fresh air from all these alpha males. has one of the best grovels over a misunderstanding that absolutely makes sense and isn't contrived 👌👌👌
when beauty tamed the beast by eloisa james - read this a long time ago but this is the first romance book i read so i have a lot of fondness over it. a kind-of retelling of beauty and the beast. top notch banter.
suddenly you by lisa kleypas - older heroine and younger hero! virgin spinster and novelist starts a fwb relationship with her publisher. a bit dated but still a fun read.
devil in winter by lisa kleypas - oh very dated but a classic amongst the romance community. marriage of convenience. the hero sebastian is both loved and reviled (and rightfully so i think) by his readers but i just have so much fondness for evie and the way she absolutely does not give a shit about how intimidating he is.
a rogue by any other name by sarah maclean - childhood friends reunite years later. read this a loooong time ago and i don't remember much except he does the absolute most to push her away because of Revenge reasons and the fallout from that is delicious
a lady's guide to fortune hunting by sophie irwin - MY CURRENT LOVE. enemies to lovers with my favorite heroine. she is cunning and scheming and absolutely shameless without being a complete asshole. the hero is also equally savvy enough to match her wit and catch onto her grift. the interplay between them of trying to outscheme the other is hilarious and delightful.
contemporary:
georgie, all along by kate clayborn - sweet, slow romance where the drama happens around the couple rather than between them except for the very end and even that is handled pretty maturely. not a big fan of third act breakups in general unless it's for a very good reason so this one sidesteps that by not prolonging it.
against a wall by cate c. wells - small town enemies to lovers. one of those read with your pussy books. hero is kind of a dumb brick but he knows it and owns it and i admire him for it. heroine is the town pariah and spoilers he literally fights the whole town for her sake. get you a man!
the kiss quotient and the bride test by helen hoang - both feature leads on the spectrum. i've seen criticism regarding how she handles neurodivergent characters but reading her author's note, i can tell she definitely pulls a lot from her own experiences being on the spectrum herself so i don't really understand the crit tbh. kind of veers to melodrama a little at the very end but i eat that shit up
the hating game by sally thorne - overexposed now in the rec circles but still a mainstay for a reason. enemies to lovers workplace romance with two leads that are kind of deranged which i love. great prose, great banter.
the billionaire's wake-up call girl by annika martin - billionaires have no rights but just suspend your head for a sec. they could have made him a millionaire and functionally nothing would've changed. anyway also a yummy enemies to lovers with a case of mistaken identity.
well met by jen deluca - kind of like georgie, all along in that the heart of it is just two very normal people falling in love in a very normal way that feels true to life. setting is a renaissance fair which is delightful.
kiss an angel by susan elizabeth phillips - dated as all hell and has some troubling parts with a batshit premise. but the last several chapters honestly make the book and i reread it from time to time so im obligated to include it on this list.
bass-ackwards by eris adderly - okay TW on workplace harassment BUT JUST READ PAST CHAPTER TWO I PROMISE. if it's still not your cup of tea totally understand but anyway... er, workplace romance.
people we meet on vacation by emily henry - ive described this book before as when harry meets sally if harry and sally were making a travelogue. the best friends to lovers pining is actually painful.
other/kinda out there:
radiance by grace draven - arranged marriage interspecies romance! i love this one because both of them thinks the other is actually very ugly so they fall in love purely through their friendship.
transcendence by shay savage - OK LMAO hear me out: caveman and a modern human sent back in time due to shenanigans all from the caveman's pov. the premise is batshit and it's obvious which fandom this was originally a fanfic for if you think about it for more than a second but this author makes it work???? have no fucking clue how she did it but by god she absolutely did
last light by claire kent - apocalypse romance. kind of road trip with survival elements. again i just love unlikely romances where the couple isn't that attracted to each other from the start and having that gradually change through time in a way thats not signposting to the audience.
ghost walk by cassandra gannon - funniest shit ever. ghost who died in the revolutionary era meets a psychic who works as a walking tour guide and recovering from a nervous breakdown. absolutely ridiculous and over the top. insta love which i normally dont like but this was so campy and fun i didn't even care
all cishet but you can find my queer recs here
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so i know ive talked about kit x elora before bc of the tension and that last scene that can be read romantic (to me its honestly just a good ole crack ship or maybe the posibility for a throuple but yeh, nothing can get between tanthamore. but thats for another post), but to be honest i just really want to take a moment to recognize it as a friendship because it is just so rare to find a female friendship, more so at the center of a show, and even more so a fantasy show - fantasy being a genre were most of the characters are always male and, if you get a woman, its usually just someone's love interest.
but in this show we got two women whose friendship is so powerful they manage to complete the quest and find airk because of it. and they still have their rivarly!! but its not a petty catfight!! and its not over some boy!!! and even beyond that theyre both so complex, they have other struggles aside from their rivalry and their trauma, they even have love interests of their own!! like, honestly, this show is so amazing in so many ways (interracial wlw relationship being respected and developed and given a place in all of it without either of the women being reduced to just a love interest???) but i just think we should take a moment to apreciate the realness of these women, and the platonic relationship thats built between them, between kit and elora, and how they overcame everything, together, to become pivotal to the plot. without the trust they develop between them, without elora coming into herself and persisting in her helping kit, and kit letting go of her resentment and jealousy to believe in her, the whole crew would have never found the immemorial city and would have probably ended up dead in the shattered sea trying to find a way back
i just- female friendships, man. theyre so good and powerful and important
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pocminiseries · 1 year
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Condemned.
➵♜Type: Purely Fiction/Halloween Special ➵♜Pairing: Kim Taehyung, Cha Eunwoo & Jung Wooyoung x OC ➵♜Warnings: Mature, Adult Content, Drama, Explicit Language, Intense Themes, Reverse Harem ➵♜Genre: Romance, Fanfiction, Smut, Interracial, Urban, Non-Music Related ➵♜Summary: In which she discovers the men in 4B aren't quite who they claim to be.
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☠|Halloween & Chaos
Riley couldn't remember much as she held her aching, bloody knuckles under a flow of cool water in silence.
But what she could recall was her fist repeatedly hitting a woman she barely knew and then being roughly pulled away by her cousin. Everything seemed to happen fast yet in slow motion at the same time that it left her mind hazy.
Her soft sniffles filled her ears making her realize that she had been crying. Looking in the mirror, she watched as a few tears fell from her eyes and down her face, as memories of what happened started to come back.
Since this morning when she had stepped foot on campus, she had felt eyes on her. Although she would catch people staring at her curiously, the glares and mean mugs definitely didn't go unnoticed, still she ignored them all as she always did.
Riley was aware of what today was and what it represented beside it being Halloween.
It was a day she knew she should've stayed hidden away in her apartment.
Even when her cousin, Brandy, dragged her to a random Halloween party the looks never stopped.
However, it was when Riley was approached by some random female with her ex close behind that changed everything.
It was the words the girl spoke that caused Riley to snap. Words that she hated hearing.
Now here she stood, cleaning her hand of blood that didn't belong to her.
"I'm fine Brandy, I promise," Riley says out loud, placing her phone on the sink countertop once she answered. Turning off the faucet, she grabbed a few paper towels wiping her hands clean then her face as she pulled herself together.
"Are you sure? I can take you back home if you want. Matter of fact, where are you?" Riley could barely make out Brandy's words over the loud music in the background, even with her being on speakerphone.
"I'm in one of the bathrooms upstairs. Don't worry about me. I'll be back down in a few minutes,"
The party was being held in a house big as hell. In her attempt to separate herself from everyone, she made so many different turns until she found a bathroom to hide in and she knew getting back would be a challenge.
"Are you positive you're ok Riley? Don't be fucking lying either,"
A soft smile formed across Riley's face at her cousin's concern. "Yes. I'm positive. I'll see you in a minute,"
"Text me when you make it back. I can barely hear you," Brandy advises before she hung up, leaving Riley to her thoughts.
Letting out a deep breath, Riley turned her attention towards the mirror to look herself over. She was surprised her white and gold goddess costume remained intact and blood free as she examined the material carefully.
Although physically she looked fine, mentally she needed a break.
As soon as Riley stepped out into the hallway, she felt it. A chill went up her spine causing her to shiver as a sense of uneasiness filled her veins. Her dark eyes darted around her surroundings, searching for any indication of danger but she quickly realized that she was alone....and everything was eerily silent.
"Yeah aight," Riley mumbles to herself, assuming that she was probably overthinking things. Considering the massive size of the house, she thought the silence was because she was probably on the other side of the house away from the party itself. She couldn't even feel the thump of the bass much less hear people talking.
It was just her and for some reason, it made Riley nervous. So much so that even the hair on the back of her neck stood up.
Each step she took, it felt as though the hallway seemed to never end, or at least in her mind it didn't.
And that was when she heard it.
A slight ding of what sounded like a bell. Similar to the ones Riley heard around Christmas time.
Her feet picked up speed without her even realizing it and she soon found herself powerwalking and turning a random corner, no longer caring if she knew where the fuck she was going.
However, when the sound of the bell met Riley's ears again, only much closer this time, she knew she was no longer alone. Someone was following her and she could sense it.
Her fight and flight senses were kicking in and while she was scared, she was mad as hell too cause who the hell was playing games with her?
"Whoever you are, you need to stop before I-"
"Before you what?"
In an instant, Riley stopped dead in her tracks as fear consumed her. That voice...it was the type of voice that was silken yet so malevolent that it made her knees weak.
Riley barely turned her head when out of the corner of her eye she saw a shadow whisk by. She wanted to believe that it was just her imagination fuckin with her but she knew better,
In her scared state, she barely felt the warm hand grab her shoulder causing her to turn around only to see nothing. Her eyes darted around every inch of the empty hallway in fear all while Riley was doing her best to keep herself from screaming like an idiot.
This was some scary movie type of shit and she was not feeling it one bit.
"Stop messin with me!" She demanded, still too afraid to move. Whoever was taunting her was doing a good ass job. She understood that it was Halloween but this was too much.
They were trying to scare her and it was working.
Closing her eyes for a second, Riley took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her raging nerves. Thinking that maybe she was tripping and letting her mind get the best of her.
Unfourtnely, the thought seemed to evaporate as soon as she opened her eyes and turned around.
"Boo!"
On instinct, Riley swung only to have her already sore fist caught with ease by the man standing in front of her. A whimper fell past her lips as they gave it a slight squeeze much to her discomfort.
Their eyes were penetrating and dark, so black that Riley could see her reflection in them. "Don't move," The man advised, holding her wrist tightly.
"Excuse me?" Riley replied with disbelief. It was like the air around them grew cold. The only warmth she felt was from his gloved hand.
The man watched with emotionless eyes as she finally took all of him in.
He stood tall in a black and white costume with his face painted mimicking an evil jester to match. But what Riley noticed the most were the bells that dangled from his headpiece.
As if he could read her mind, the man moved his head slightly, causing one of the bells to ring. Riley instantly took a step back, only to feel something hard behind her.
"You want to run with nowhere to hide...that's cute," Spoke a smooth, husky voice right behind her. Riley involuntarily shivered, feeling a pair of lips brush against her earlobe.
Snapping her head towards the voice, Riley was met with another pair of dark eyes except for one being covered by a whitened contact lens. Just like the man in front of her, he too wore a jester costume but in black and red.
"What is this? Some kind of a joke?" Riley croaks out, looking at the man who still had a death grip on her wrist.
She watched as his head turned a bit at her question. "Not at all princess. In fact, we want you terrified," He smirks, looking evil as hell. "You're almost there,"
His response made Riley's head hurt. The fuck were these people on?
"Let go of me," She fussed, attempting to pull free from him but the man barely seemed to budge. Not at all fazed by her trying to break free.
"Never," Said the one behind her, placing soft kisses along her exposed shoulder. Riley moved away from him, ignoring his low chuckles.
"Besides, we're here to celebrate with you," The man in front of her tells her, catching her attention. "Today is a special day is it not?" He questions, briefly making eye contact with the man behind her.
It didn't take Riley long to know what he meant. "You're sick,"
"What did they call your dad again?" He questions mockingly, snapping his fingers as if he was trying to think of the name. The very name everyone labeled her father as. The very name she loathed.
"The Se-"
"Stop!" Riley blurts out, feeling her tears prickle in the corners of her eyes. "Let go of me!" She demanded once more. This wasn't funny and she was getting angry the longer she stood there trapped between these men she didn't even know.
"Don't worry princess, that will change sooner than you think,"
"Real soon," The black and red Jester confirms, twirling a piece of Riley's hair with his fingers. "You can thank your beloved father for that,"
Riley snapped her gaze towards him, confused by their words. "What are you talking about?"
The man behind her simply smiled causing a shiver to run down her spine. How could something so beautiful look so deadly? It confused her. And the way he looked at her...
"You'll see," He reassures her, softly caressing her cheek. He found himself mesmerized by her beauty just as he was when he first laid eyes on her after so many years.
They all were so fascinated by her.
Riley could only stare at him, feeling conflicted by her situation. "But fair warning though princess," The black and white jester speaks up, grabbing her attention once more. "You have approximately six minutes to get out of this house before it's burned to the ground,"
She watched him lean down until their nose practically were touching. She begins to wonder if either one of them knew the meaning of personal space. "You won't remember us but we'll leave you with this,"
Before Riley could ask what he meant, he leaned closer brushing his lips against hers just as she felt another pair on her neck. She barely had time to react when he kissed her. All the confusion, fear and anger she felt were wiped away by a wave of bliss and pure temptation.
But just as soon as it started, it was over and there Riley stood alone once more.
The cold air that once surrounded her was now hot and muggy with the smell of smoke instantly filling her nose. Riley found herself coughing more roughly the closer she seemed to get to where the party was being held.
'I Put a Spell On You' blasted through the speakers along with screams of agony and fear as she watched people running for any exit they could find, trampling over each other and pushing anyone in their way. With very few helping those in need. Flames seemed to have engulfed almost everything in every direction Riley looked. The heat and smoke became unbearable.
Her eyes burned as she squinted, trying to see if she could spot Brandy in the chaos, all while avoiding stepping on the bodies that were scattered around her.
This was sickening. And the smell. It made her stomach turn.
Spotting the opened front doors, Riley ran towards it with a few people following behind her. But just as she made it through, the doors slammed shut leaving the others trapped inside. With no hesitation, Riley reached for the handle to open the door, only to immediately snatch her hand back from pain as the doorknobs glowed a bright red.
Holding her burned hand close to her chest, Riley moved down the steps and further away from the house as she watched in disbelief the scene before her.
It was something out of a horror film.
Darkness surrounded her in the midst of turmoil.
A feeling that she was all too familiar with.
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rhea-of-kaylie · 3 months
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Just so we're clear - because I've seen this way too much recently - not all reylos are implicitly racist? Not sure why this is hard to grasp for y'all.
The misbelief comes from the assertion that because reylos don't want Finn and Rey to be romantically endgame, they're racist because they don't want a white heroine involved with a black hero. On the surface, I understand these concerns. Rey is the morally pure white heroine. For her to be anything but Finn's friend complicates the comforts of traditional, conservative American society. However, I am not trying to undermine the validity of interracial relationships in storytelling or in real life by finding the reylo dynamic more appealing. We can and should include more representation of interracial couples in all storytelling mediums and genres.
Personally, the mythicality and balance between Rey and Ben is simply more exciting than the possible strangers to friends to lovers dynamic Rey and Finn could have had.
I've also seen criticisms of reylo as it relates to Kylo Ren being essentially an active agent for the First Order, the newest iteration of Star Wars space Nazis. Rest assured, internet, I also hate the First Order and what they stand for. Additionally, I hate what Ben Solo did when he was called Kylo Ren. Most, if not all, reylos will condemn the actions and ideologies of Kylo Ren. Reylo is and always has been about Ben Solo's inevitable redemption. He couldn't be with Rey until he reconciled his evil choices. (And most of us are wholly dissatisfied with how TROS inadequately addressed Kylo Ren's redemption).
We do also know that there's a very large overlap between stormpilot shippers and reylos right??? (ie reylos are the same people who want a gay relationship between a black man and a hispanic man, both of whom are fervent believers in violent revolution against a white supremacy-coded regime. Cathartic as hell and a 'fuck you' to the real basement-dweller racist Star Wars fans if you ask me.)
Anyway, hope this helps.
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Standing Right Here Ch 1 | M.YG
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Pairing: Business Management Major!Yoongi x Business Management Major!Reader Warnings: NSFW, Fluff, Kissing, Use of Alcohol, Body Shots, Hidden Relationship, Rich Boy!Yoongi, Interracial Realationship Genre: College AU, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Angst Rating: 16+ Word Count: 2.9K Summary: One look, that’s all it took for Nashiea to get on Min Yoongi’s radar.
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​a/n 1: The wonderful banner above was made by the extremally talented @outromoni​
a/n 2: Written for the Composition of the Century Collab 
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‘Cause honestly you’re so desperately trying to fit in. You don’t even know who you are. you can’t compromise when there’s nothing left inside. - you’ll find in somewhere, just not here by aristo
It was raining hard. The sky was dark with heavy clouds and Yoongi was very thankful that the college decided to cancel classes for the rest of the day. The courtyard was already starting to flood, and Yoongi made a run for it, his backpack clutched tightly to his chest as he booked it to his car. Unlocking it from a good distance away, Yoongi quickly jumped into the car and groaned as he slammed the door. He was wet, not soaked but he wasn’t damp either. It was uncomfortable and Yoongi just wanted to get home to change into a pair of sweats. If his professors were cool enough and didn’t assign any self-study, Yoongi would use the free time to make a few new beats on his laptop.
On his way home, Yoongi passes by a playground that has a stop sign at the corner. He comes to a rolling stop and looks out his window, surprised to see someone sitting in the rain. Yoongi laughs to himself and shakes his head as he nibbles on the skin of his thumb. Is that person okay? It’s a stupid thought to have. Yoongi doesn’t know the person and it’s really none of his business, but he can’t help but wonder if they are okay. Sighing, Yoongi pulls over and puts his hazers on before he gets out of his car.
“Hey!” Yoongi shouts over the rain and the person can’t hear him. “Hey, you!” Yoongi cups his hands over his mouth as he shouts, the rain drowning out his voice and body. Sucking his teeth, Yoongi jogs over to the person that is hidden away in the large grey tunnel. “Hey, you, okay?” Yoongi reaches out and taps the person on their shoulder making the person jump with a choked scream. “Sorry! Sorry, my bat!” Yoongi holds his hands up as the person pulls their headphones from their ears and stares up at him with wide eyes.
“Yoongi?”
“Nashiea?” Yoongi stares at the girl from his business class in shock. “What are you doing out in this weather?”
“Me? What about you?” Nashiea frowns and pulls Yoongi to sit in the tunnel with her, out of the rain. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
“I saw you from the corner and just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Yoongi pushes his wet hair from his face and wipes the rain from his eyes. “Why aren’t you inside?”
Nashiea pulls her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around herself as she rests her chin on her knees. “I like the rain.”
Yoongi frowns as he stares at Nashiea taking in her soaked clothing. “You’re going to get sick if you stay out here like this. I can give you a ride home.”
Nashiea turns her head slightly to look at Yoongi and squints her eyes. The mint green twists in her hair fall from behind her ears and cover her face. “Five more minutes?” Nashiea’s voice is soft, vulnerable with a tone that Yoongi has never heard from her before and without a second through Yoongi finds himself agreeing to stay outside for a little while longer. The two sit in silence just staring out at the rain until Nashiea finally speaks up. “I’m thinking of switching my major. I don’t really enjoy business.”
Yoongi folds his legs like a pretzel and leans back on his hands, “What would you switch to?”
“Children’s psychology. It’s what I always wanted to do but I let my mom talk me into business…you know it’s something that will always be around.” Nashiea shrugs her shoulders and Yoongi raises an eyebrow. Nashiea laughs pitifully. “My mom doesn’t believe in psychology. She doesn’t think children have problems other than scraped knees and attitudes.”
Yoongi snorts, “You mom would get along great with mine.”
“You think?” Nashiea turns her body so that she is leaning back against the tunnel, keeping her knees close to her chest. “Did you also want to be a businessman?” Yoongi doesn’t answer and Nashiea bites her lips. “Sorry. You don’t have to answer.”
Yoongi licks his lips and pushes himself up to a sitting position before he stands up and offers Nashiea his hand. “Come on. My car is still running.”
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Over the next few weeks, Nashiea and Yoongi get closer as friends. They sit in class together and work on assignments together, usually at the library on campus, the little café that’s in between their apartments or at Nashiea’s apartment. Nashiea doesn’t really mind that she’s never been to Yoongi’s place, she’s heard the rumors on campus. Yoongi is from a very wealthy family, and he keeps his private life just that, private. Nashiea has learned a little about Yoongi, she knows that he’s the baby of his family, he likes sweets, and he has a soft spot for animals. She also found out that Yoongi loves music, and he has a pretty decent voice.
The night before class, Nashiea gets a text from Yoongi letting her know that his car is in the shop, and she will have to get a ride to school. Nashiea tells Yoongi not to worry and the two continue to talk a little past one in the morning before they decide to sleep. In the morning, Nashiea catches a ride with her friend Hoseok from the psychology department and the whole ride to school Hoseok goes on and on about his current hookup, the campus flirt Kim Taehyung. Hoseok pulls into the parking lot and Nashiea gets out of the car, slinging her backpack over her left shoulder, before she fixes her orange sundress that has small white daisies on it. The mint green twists have been replaced by her natural black hair, coiled tightly as the strands defy gravity and frame her face and ears.
“Text me and let me know if Yoongi-ah will be joining us for lunch. Taehyungie got us a table at the new café that opened.” Hoseok pulls Nashiea into a tight hug and kisses her cheek before he hurries off to the first class of the day. Nashiea rolls her eyes at her hyper friend and pulls her phone from the hidden pocket of her dress. She doesn’t see any texts from Yoongi and frowns. She hopes that he made it to school okay. Shooting Yoongi, a quick text to check on him, Nashiea makes her way to her first class and prays that she will see Yoongi before lunch.
Lunch time rolls around, and Nashiea hasn’t seen any sign of Yoongi. Walking towards the courtyard to meet up with Hoseok and Taehyung, Nashiea is surprised when she sees Yoongi sitting at the fountain laughing at something some tall guy with wide shoulders is saying. Yoongi sees Nashiea coming and he jumps to his feet, “Nashiea! Took you long enough.” Yoongi throws his arm around Nashiea’s shoulders and introduces her to the stranger. “Nashiea Wise, this is Kim Seokjin. Seokjin hyung, this is my friend, Nashiea Wise.”
Nashiea and Seokjin shake hands before Nashiea turns her attention to Yoongi. “Where were you all day?”
“I’ll tell you about it later. Come on, Hyung is gonna join us at the café.” Yoongi slides his arm from around her shoulders and grabs hold of Nashiea’s hand making heat attack her face. Yoongi has never been this open with his affection and it’s making Nashiea’s heart pound harshly in her chest. Letting Yoongi pull her along, Nashiea gets into the backseat of Seokjin’s car, and she stares out the window as he drives to the new café. Once there, Yoongi opens the door for Nashiea and helps her out of the car, placing his hand in front of the metal so that she won’t bump her head getting out.
The three of them step into the café and Seokjin points out where Hoseok and Taehyung are sitting. Hoseok sees Nashiea and waves her over before he scoots in closer to his boyfriend. Everyone exchanges greetings and Nashiea is shocked to see that Seokjin knows her friends. Yoongi sits beside her and leans in while everyone is looking over the menu.
“What are you going to get?” Yoongi asks and Nashiea glances over at him. She really stares at him, and she can see that something is different, his eyes aren’t as dark as they once were, and his face isn’t as dull. “Something on my face?” Yoongi lifts his hand to wipe at his face, but she shakes her head.
“No, you look-” Nashiea thinks of the word she wants to use and shakes her head. “You look alive.”
Yoongi’s lips stretch into a smile and Nashiea can feel her heart skip a beat, she has never seen such a pretty gummy smile from Yoongi before.
“I feel alive…for once in my life I finally feel free.” Yoongi’s eyes are bright as he speaks, and Nashiea just stares unsure of what he means. She opens her mouth to ask, but Yoongi speaks before she can. “What are you going to eat?”
“I’m a little short on funds this month, so the chicken wrap is fine with me.”
Yoongi shakes his head, “What do you want? My treat today, so pick whatever.”
“Me too, Hyung?” Taehyung begs with wide eyes and Yoongi rolls his eyes but nods his head, nonetheless.
“Yeah. Lunch is on me, go wild.”
Lunch is amazing, the food is delicious and so fresh. It easily blows the school cafés food out of the water. After lunch, everyone heads back to campus and Nashiea can feel all eyes on her as Yoongi and her walk to class hand in hand.
“Yoongi.”
“Humm?” Yoongi doesn’t notice everyone looking, honestly, he is so used to being watched that he learned to just ignore everyone.
“Can I have my hand back?”
Yoongi glances down at Nashiea’s hand and laces their fingers together, “Nope.” Yoongi tugs her closer to him and bumps her hip with his. “I want to tell you something and you can’t freak out, promise?” Nashiea nods her head as the two of them come to the front of the lecture hall. “I dropped business.”
Nashiea sees the way Yoongi’s lips move but no. No, there is no way Yoongi just said what she thinks she heard. “Come again?” Nashiea stares at Yoongi and he chuckles, reaching for her other hand and lacing their fingers together again.
“I dropped business. I dropped it over the weekend, that’s why I wasn’t in class today.” Yoongi keeps his voice soft as he speaks. “Spending time with you, getting to know you more and sharing my life with you,” Yoongi licks his lips as he smiles. “It made me see just how miserable I really was. I hate business and I don’t want to be anything like my father.”
“Yoongi-”
“I joined the music program.” Nashiea’s mouth drops at Yoongi’s words and Yoongi laughs, the pure excitement of his freedom seeping into her skin. “We’re having a show at the end of the semester, and I want you to be there…in the front row.” Yoongi reaches up and cups the side of Nashiea’s face, his thumb brushing against the apple of her cheek as he smiles. “Nashiea?” Yoongi’s smile starts to fall as she just stares at him and his grip on her hand loosens. “Hey, what’s wrong? I thought you would be happy for me.”
Nashiea throws her arms around Yoongi and hugs him tightly. “You asshat! I am happy for you…but who is gonna keep me from falling asleep in class now?”
Yoongi sighs deeply, his body relaxing in Nashiea’s hold as he wraps his arms around her waist to hug her back. “I think you should switch majors too. You shouldn’t be doing business just to make your mother happy. It’s your life, not hers.”
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“Cheers!”
“To Nashiea!”
Yoongi’s apartment is filled with loud music and laughter as everyone celebrates Nashiea’s successful transition into a double major with child psychology under her belt. The workload is crazy, but the way Nashiea sees it she will be able to open her own clinic with Hoseok and not have to worry about anyone else coming in trying to scam them. Nashiea downs the shot in her hand and her face twists up in disgust at the burn from the tequila.
“Who’s doing body shots?!” Some freshmen named Jimin comes into the living room with a bottle of liquor in his hand followed by an equally excited Kihyun. Everyone pushes Nashiea towards the pair and Jimin grins wickedly. “Ohhh noona! This is gonna be fun!”
Nashiea is a little past tipsy, so she easily agrees to do the body shot pulling her shirt over her head making everyone hoot and holler at her exposed lacey yellow bra. From his spot against the wall, Yoongi spits out his drink at the sight of Nashiea’s bare skin and he grinds his teeth seeing Kihyun helping her get all set up on the coffee table while Jimin licks his lips hungrily.
“Wow, you might want to hurry over and claim your girl before Jiminie takes her Hyung. I heard the ladies love his tongue.” Kim Namjoon, another one of Yoongi’s classmates’ states as he eyes the scene unfolding in front of him. Yoongi shoves his cup into Namjoon’s hand and storms over to the small crowd that is gathered, pushing Jimin out of the way just as the younger male was about to step forward.
“Oh! Yoongi-ah you’re gonna take the shot?” Hoseok teases from his spot in Taehyung’s lap and Yoongi just grunts as he settles himself between Nashiea’s legs. The two lock eyes for a moment and Nashiea grins as she takes the lime between her lips that Kihyun holds for her.
“Ready, Hyung?” Kihyun giggles and Yoongi nods his head. Kihyun sprinkles a little bit of salt in the dip of Nashiea’s collarbone and slowly pours the shot of tequila into her navel before he tells Yoongi to start. Yoongi places light kisses starting from the waistband of Nashiea’s jeans up to her navel and he slurps up the liquor before he trails his nose up the length of her torso, feeling the goosebumps rise on her skin as he goes. Yoongi’s tongue laps at the salt on Nashiea’s collarbone, and Nashiea moans softly when Yoongi nips at the delicate skin before he hovers over her mouth and smashes his lips into hers. The lime wedge cleverly peeled so that the final act of the body shot can turn hot and heavy quickly.
Everyone cheers when Yoongi and Nashiea start to make out, Yoongi’s hands easily pulling her into his arms while she quickly straddles his lap on the coffee table. Jimin pouts and walks away looking for someone else to play with and Hoseok laughs. ‘Fucking finally!’ He thinks to himself and Taehyung smiles, now they can go on double dates.
The courtyard is starting to flood with how hard the downpour is coming. The college canceled classes midday, advising all students and staff to leave before the inclement weather gets any worse. Having just left her marking class, Nashiea stares at the flooded courtyard and curses under her breath, she isn’t not wearing the right shoes for this nor did she bring an umbrella. Nashiea groans, she’s going to ruin her new sneakers that Yoongi got her. Hyping herself up to make a run for it, Nashiea hears someone shout her name from behind. Turning around confused, she smiles when she sees her boyfriend, Yoongi jogging her way with a large umbrella over his head.
Once Yoongi is within reaching distance, Nashiea throws herself into his arms and buries her face in his neck. Yoongi chuckles and wraps his free arm around her waist, “Come on, I’ll give you a ride home.”
“I thought your car was still in the shop.”
Yoongi nods his head at Nashiea’s words, “It is…m-my driver can drop you off.” Nashiea raises an eyebrow at Yoongi, and he fiddles with the charm on her backpack. “It will be fine. Promise.” Nashiea sighs and Yoongi kisses the middle of her forehead before he cups her cheek, “Come on. I’ll give you a lift home.” Nodding her head, Nashiea steps away from Yoongi as he drops his hands to his side and together under the umbrella, they walk to a sleek black car waiting at the front of the campus.
The driver gets out of the car and stays silent as he opens the back door for Nashiea and Yoongi. Yoongi lets her get in first and he turns his attention to the driver, “Drop my friend off first and then we’ll head to my parent’s.” The driver nods his head and Yoongi closes the large umbrella and tosses it onto the floor before he jumps in. In the car, Yoongi ignores the need to hold Nashiea’s hand and he glances at the driver, noticing that the partition is down. Wanting to put it up, but knowing that will give himself away, Yoongi clenches his fists and stares out the window.
Nashiea leans back in her seat and sighs, choosing to look out the window and watch the world go by in silence. Yoongi speaks up, giving the driver Nashiea’s address and soon after they arrive in front of her apartment building. The driver moves to unbuckle his seatbelt, but Yoongi stops him. Yoongi hands Nashiea the large umbrella and smiles, “I’ll text you later, okay?”
Nashiea nods her head and thanks the driver before Yoongi opens the car door and lets her out. Yoongi watches her rush into the apartment building, and it isn’t until the front door shuts that he tells the driver to leave.
“Young master-”
“I know, Wooyoung. I know.”
“I am happy for you. She seems like a lovely young woman.”
Yoongi nods his head with a small smile. “I just hope my parents feel the same.”
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