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shellshocklove · 9 months

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Ooh what about a pre-epilogue blurb where prince!tom takes care of y/n when she’s suffering from her period or sick or smth like that?? Idk I just thought about it and how cute he would be, ik it’s like a common theme for a blurb so like you don’t have to write it if you’re not into it, just a thought 😊

pairing/au: university AU - modern prince!tom holland x female!reader

warnings: swearing, fluff, mentions of being sick (obviously lol)

word count: 3.6k

a/n: this blurb is set between chapter three and four! thank you for your request. i hope you like it, and i'm sorry this is so uninspired! i tried my best. i know i said i was open to write pre-epilogue blurbs for this series, but i've decided that this will be the last thing i write for them. the pre-epilogue blurbs need to fit with the rest of the story, and i don't want to mess it up. so i'm leaving it as is!

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“Hi, my darling! Can you hear me?” Tom whispered.

His face had immediately lit up when you answered his Facetime call. He was propped up against fluffy pillows, airpods in his ears, face illuminated by the light coming from his phone. A soft but tired smile pulled at his lips.

“I can hear you!” you whispered back with a smile.

It was Christmas Eve – or more accurately Christmas Day – it was well past midnight. You hadn’t seen Tom in person since your party. The autumn semester had ended, and he’d been whisked away to the palace. Royal duties his new top priority, and he was busy. You’d felt your head spin as he’d told you his schedule for the end of December.

But even with his new, extremely busy, schedule, he’d made time for you. He’d texted you every day since you’d seen him last, and you always Facetimed before bed. A new routine for the both of you. And even when his texts were far and few between – he was always excited to talk to you at night.

And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t just as excited. Ever since you’d travelled back home to your family for the holidays – it was the one thing you looked forward to every day. You loved your family, of course you did, but being back again made you appreciate moving out of your childhood bedroom, a little more. They were starting to drive you crazy. But talking to Tom made you forget all about them. It was the highlight of your day.

“How was your day?” he asked you, moving a little against his pillows, getting comfortable.

It always made you smile when he asked you that. You knew your day, compared to his, had been less than eventful – but still he wanted to know. “Oh,” you sighed, “kinda boring to be honest. I feel like I’m in this trance when I’m here– like I’m not really myself… like I’m trapped by the walls of my childhood bedroom”.

When the words left your mouth, you regretted them. Maybe you shouldn’t have been so honest with him.

“I get it,” he said, a sad smile on his lips, “I feel the same way. Like you’re just walking around putting on an act all day– it’s exhausting”.

And suddenly you didn’t regret it anymore. “I’m sorry, Tom” you whispered.

“I’m sorry too, darling” he whispered back, “I’m sorry I’ve been so slow texting you– it’s been…” he trailed off with a sigh.

“It’s okay, Tom– I know you’re busy! How was your day? You’re still at Sandringham House, right?” you asked, sinking a little deeper into your pillows.

“Yeah, we’ll be here until after New Year’s” he said, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand, “But it’s just a lot right now– we had that dinner I told you about today– fucking black tie– lots of guests” he sighed, “and earlier today my grandma said I had to be the one to hold the speech before the dinner. And like I wasn’t prepared for that, so then I was scrambling for something to say, and… I just made a fool of myself”.

“Nooo, Tom! I’m sure you didn’t!” you tried to comfort him the way he always comforted you, “I don’t think you’re able to make a fool of yourself– you’re way too charming for that!”.

He hid a shy smile behind a breathy laugh, “Thank you, darling!”.

“I’m only telling you the truth” you told him, making his smile even bigger and more bashful.

“Shut up!”,

“It’s true!”.

He laughed again, looking away from his phone, “You’re making me blush” he mumbled.

“Well, that’s only fair– you make me blush all the time” you told him.

“I do?” his eyes were back on you, quizzical.

“Are you serious right now?” you narrowed your eyes at him.

“As a heart attack”,

You chortled, “Who even says that?”.

“Um… I do” he faked offence, making you giggle, which then made him giggle.

“Fuck, I miss you” he confessed after your giggles died down, “I wish you were here– or I was there”.

“Me too…”, you gave him a bittersweet smile, “what would we do, you think, if we were together right now?” you asked him, ready to disappear into a fantasy where you weren’t miles apart.

“What we would do, if I were in your bed right now?” he asked with a mischievous smile pulling at his lips.

“Tom…” you warned with a laugh.

“If I were with you right now, I’d wanna… make out” he said matter-of-factly, “Why? Did you have something else in mind?” he teased.

“What! No!” you lied. Of course you wanted to do a little more than kiss, but you respected Tom when he told you he wanted to take it slow.

“You said that way too quickly” he teased, “I thought you missed me”.

“No! I do! I just–”,

He cut you off, “Relax, darling– I’m pulling your leg”.

With a pout on your lips, you narrowed your eyes at him, “I’m not sure you deserve any kisses right now” you teased.

“Love, don’t pout at me like that,” he whined, “just makes me want to kiss you even more”.

“Nah-ah!” you shook your head, pout still on your lips, “No kisses for you”.

“Are you serious right now?” he asked you, a hint of hurt in his voice.

“As a heart attack” you teased, making him let out a cackle. “The only man I’ll be kissing tonight is Mr. Harry Styles” you tilted your phone, showing him the old One Direction posters over your bed.

“What does he have that I don’t?” he wondered with a sigh, playing along.

You tilted your head to get a good look at your posters. They were old. You had a couple of group photo posters, probably taken in 2011, and then a few solo ones of each member. You’d gotten them from magazines back when you were a tween, and you’d proudly decorated your walls. Now they were just memories, displaying your old self. You’d never bothered to take them down, and after you moved out, your parents never did either. The only poster you’d brought with you was the Sex Pistols poster your dad had gotten you.

“Hm,” you let a finger graze your chin, “A mop of the softest brown curls, eyes you can drown in… and… the cutest bowtie”.

“Don’t I have all those things already?” he pondered.

You looked back at him with a smile.

“I got the curls” he put up a finger, “I will argue I have the eyes–” he put up another finger.

You cut him off, teasingly refuting with a shrug, “No cute bowtie though”.

“Let me send you a picture of my outfit today” he countered. Then the screen got blurry. Not even a second later your phone dinged with a text message from him. You tapped the notification to a picture of him in a simple black smoking with a bowtie. He looked extremely handsome, like criminally handsome.

“So?” you heard him ask, “Do I meet your standards, or not?”.

You took another look at the picture he sent you, before you clicked back to your Facetime call again. Faking a roll of your eyes, you told him, “I guess”.

“You’re looking at Prince Charming, I’d argue” he quipped.

“Ok, Mr. Humble” you chortled, “You’ve got the prince thing right, but the charming… I don’t know” you teased.

“Um excuse me!” he faked offence, “Didn’t you say I was charming earlier?”.

“Ok, you got me there,” you giggled, “you’re my Prince Charming”.

You talked for another hour. Arguably, you talked for too long. Even if it were the holidays, it was way past your bedtimes when you finally hung up. You’d talked more about your day. He’d told you about Sandringham House, how pretty it was, and how he wanted you to come visit sometime so you could see it for yourself. Then he told you about his brothers who he said was driving him nuts. At least that’s what he told you, but you could see in his eyes when he talked about them, that he’d missed them, even if he denied it.

When you finally hung up, you promised to talk tomorrow. The last thing you heard him say was a whisper of “Merry Christmas, darling”.

Tom almost left John behind by the car, that’s how excited he was to see you. It was finally January. Christmas was over. The new year welcomed, and the old one left behind. He can’t remember if he’s ever been this happy for it to be January. January always dragged its feet, the days short but also somehow way too long. Now, he never wanted them to end. Not if he could spend them with you.

The café bell announced his arrival, behind him he could hear the low panting of John catching his breath. Tom didn’t need to search for you, he knew just where you’d sit. At you and Tom’s table in the corner. He couldn’t fight the smile from spilling when he locked eyes with you.

Finally.

With long strides he crossed the café floor. You were still wearing your winter coat, and around your neck you’d wrapped a big wool scarf. But on your lips, a toothy smile matched his own.

“Hi, darling” he greeted you with an arm open, just waiting to pull you in for a hug.

“Hi!” you sniffled, staying seated.

It was like he’d been punched in the gut. He knew he was in public. Being affectionate with anyone, let alone a woman was strictly against everything he’s been taught throughout his life. Someone could snap a photo at the wrong time, and in the next moment there was an outrageous and untrue story plastered across the front pages of Daily Mail and The Sun. But… he always hugged you hello. As chaste and as friendly the hugs could be, he always cherished the opportunity he had to touch you.

You didn’t get up from your seat.

His hand dropped like dead weight. His disappointment a sinking rock in water. Trying to shake it off he moved to sit down on the bench beside you.

“No!” you cried, hands coming up to stop him from sitting down.

He jumped up. Confusion and hurt blending together, while the sorry look you were wearing, stirred the pot.

“I’m sorry…” you started, and Tom felt his heart pick up its pace.

Were you about to break up with him? You weren’t even together, but he’d argue you were definitely dating. Maybe you’d realised after some time apart, that you actually didn’t like him that much, and that you’d only hung out with him because you had to. Now that you weren’t partners for history anymore, you didn’t need to be his friend.

Shit!

Had he come off too strong? Or maybe not strong enough? Tom liked you so much it scared him. But he knew he was complicated. He came with rules, and duty, and secrecy. He couldn’t blame you for not liking what you saw. He knew you didn’t.

“I’m just feeling a little under the weather,” you explained with a sniffle, “Can you sit over there instead? I don’t want you to get sick!”.

A breath escaped him in relief, which then turned into a chuckle. He sat down in the chair opposite you, hands resting on the table, “You know…” he smiled, “I don’t really care if I get sick”.

“But I do” you stressed. He could hear it now – in your voice – scratchy and hoarse. “You get sick because of me– and next thing I know the Royal Police are at my door arresting me for making you sick”.

His grin grew toothy, “No one’s gonna arrest you, darling”. He was about to reach out across the table, take your hand in his, but then he caught himself. He couldn’t do that.

“You sure?” you bit your lip in uncertainty. You leaned in a little closer, a quick glance at John as he stood guard. “Because I’m not so sure”.

Tom thought you were being silly, but he was enamoured by your concern, it made you look extremely cute. “Yes, I’m sure, darling! And if you were to get arrested, I’d tell them off and have them release you– they can’t say no to me” he grinned.

You gave him a meek smile, and his heart squeezed. He held your gaze for a second, and suddenly he felt himself relax. In you Tom had found shelter. A home away from the expectations everyone had about who he was supposed to be. A home away from all the rules. A home away from the pedestal he was constantly put on. You treated him with grace. Slowly, he’d started to understand that what he had with you, was sacred – but he couldn’t tell you that, not yet. He had to be sure first.

With a dry cough into your scarf, the moment was broken. He hated seeing you like this, and he hated that you’d left your house in this condition just to see him.

“Love, I’m taking you home– you should be in bed” he decided, already getting up from his seat. You started to protest, telling him you weren’t that sick, but he didn’t want to hear it.

“John has the car– we’ll drive you home”,

“Tom! I can’t make you do that” you protested again.

“You’re not making me do anything, darling! I’m offering” he held out his hand. Your eyes flicked from his gaze to his hand. You bit your lip again.

He flexed his hand, “Please”.

When Tom had told you he was taking you home, what he’d meant was: he was taking you to his home. When you’d realised you weren’t going back to your flat, you’d sunk a little deeper into the leather seat of the car.

You’d been dying to see Tom, cursing yourself for getting sick. A bug had spread from family member to family member all throughout the holidays. They’d been falling like flies, but you, you’d been unphased. As healthy as a horse. You now regretted how smug you’d been about not getting sick.

Now you felt like shit. You were shivering and sweating simultaneously. Head killing you with a pressing headache. Your scratchy throat hurt, and every time you swallowed it got worse. Waking up this morning, only one nostril was blocked, but now, you’d started having a hard time breathing through your nose. You felt like actual shit.

With an unnecessary arm around your waist, Tom helped you up the stairs to his flat. Finally at the top, he stepped towards the only door on this floor. The lock clicked, and soon he was guiding you inside with a hand at the small of your back.

You’d never seen his flat before.

The hallway opened up to an open planned living room. A big sofa was placed in the middle of the room, facing big floor-to-ceiling windows. All the walls were painted in a harsh white colour, contrasting the black metal frames of the windows overlooking a cloudy, but busy London.

Tom helped you remove your winter coat, hanging it neatly besides his own coat. A shiver travelled through your body. A prickling feeling, gnawing at your bones. You really didn’t feel well.

Leaving Tom behind by the door, you stepped inside the living room. The ceilings were tall and got even taller as you reached the back of his sofa. The ceiling curved over you, held up by strong beams connecting to a landing above your head. That’s when you realised this flat had a second floor.

“Darling?” Tom spoke softly.

You turned around at his voice, noticing him standing by the stairs with his hand reaching out for you. Quietly, you padded your way over to him, intertwining your hand in his.

He guided you up the stairs, down towards the end of a hallway where he opened the door to his room. He helped you sit at the end of his bed before he turned around to fish out some clothes for you from his closet.

“Do you need help changing, or do you want me to turn around?” Tom asked as he put down a pair of dark plaid pyjama pants and a soft looking lilac hoodie on the bed next to you.

“I don’t think I need help, but you don’t have to turn around” you said, already shedding your knitted sweater. Goosebumps prickled your naked skin, sending a feverish ache throughout your body.

“Okay,” he said with a soft smile. “I’ll go make you some tea, ok? Want you to be changed and under the covers when I get back” he winked.

“You barking orders now? Using your prince privilege?” you teased, slipping his hoodie over your head.

He chortled, “Yes, and you can’t disobey me– that’s treason!” he joked.

“Damnit!” you cursed, letting your head fall.

Cupping your cheeks, he tilted your head upwards. He smiled down at you, eyes crinkling with eyelashes kissing in the corners. Shit! He was so handsome. A beat passed before he bent down, pressing the softest kiss to your forehead. Your eyes fell shut at the action.

“You’re hot, love” he said when he pulled away, thumbs haphazardly rubbing your skin.

“Thanks” you whispered, which made him laugh.

“I meant you’re hot, literally,” he placed the back of his hand on your forehead, “you’re burning up”.

“Oh!” you opened your eyes.

He chuckled again before he leaned down to place another kiss to your forehead, “I think you have a fever– maybe we should take your temperature?”.

“I don’t think we’re there yet,” you said with a scrunch of your nose.

His eyebrows met in a furrow, “What do you mean?”.

“I’m not letting you stick anything up my ass!”.

A deep belly laugh erupted from Tom, “Love,” he tried, “I’ve got one of those fancy ones with the laser you point on your forehead”.

“Oh!” you sniffled.

“Yeah,” he laughed, “now get under the covers!”.

You did as you were told, slipping under his duvet, and waited for him to come back with your tea. When he came back, he was balancing a steaming cup in one hand, and a bowl in the other. You scooted a little closer to the middle of the bed, making room for him to sit at the edge. He placed the cup down on his bedside table before he moved an old glass of water and his phone charger out of the way, and carefully sat down the bowl.

“Ok!” he announced, “Ginger tea for you, my love, with some honey and lemon in it,” he pointed to the cup, “I also put paracetamol in it to help with your fever– my friend Kat taught me that!” he smiled, “And here’s some chicken soup” he picked up the bowl.

You sat up a little against his pillows as he handed you the bowl of soup. “How did you make that so fast? You were gone for like five minutes”.

“I asked John to order you some when we got back here” he smiled.

Your gaze dropped to the steaming soup in your hands. You felt bad. It wasn’t John’s job to drive you home or get you soup – his job was to keep Tom safe.

“Tom…” you sighed, circling the soup with your spoon, “You didn’t need to do all this for me!”.

“I know I don’t need to, darling– I do it because I want to! It’s awful being sick without anyone taking care of you, I don’t want you to be alone” he found your leg under the duvet, thumb rubbing soft circles into the doughy flesh of your thigh. “Now eat your soup!” he ordered.

“You and all your orders!” you teased, tasting the soup.

He sat with you as you ate your soup. He did most of the talking, handing you the cup of tea so you could take a sip every once in a while. When you’d finished your soup, he asked you if you wanted more, but you just shook your head. He handed you your tea again before he walked back downstairs with your empty bowl. You’d scooted back down under the covers again when he reappeared in the doorway.

“How are you feeling?” he asked you, sitting back down at the edge of his bed.

“Honestly?” you sighed, “Pretty awful!”.

“Poor baby” he cupped your cheek, thumbing your skin. Then his face lit up, “Turn around” he told you.

With furrowed brows you turned around. Behind you, you felt the bed dip as Tom got under the covers with you. Swinging an arm around your middle, he pulled you towards his chest.

“Tom!” you tried to turn around, “You’ll get sick!”.

He held you in place; his nose brushing against the back of your neck as he got comfortable behind you.

“I really don’t care, my love” he said, placing soft kisses to your neck.

You melted in his hold. Savoured the closeness you’d longed for since your party. You’d missed him. Missed him a lot. You wanted him to hold you. To take care of you. If he didn’t care if he got sick, then you didn’t care either.

You turned your head to look at him. Your prince.

“Okay…” you said softly, “Thank you for taking care of me, Tom!”.

“No need to thank me, my darling!” he said before he leaned forward and brushed his lips over yours.

His kiss was soft and tender and everything you needed.

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tackytigerfic · 5 months

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hiiii tacky!!! idk if you're comfortable sharing, but if your are... what is your writing process like? are you a more like linear narrative person where you come up with an idea followed by a plot line or do you come up with like a piece of dialogue first and then write around that? do you use music, shows, other fics, real life for inspo or is it all kinda just ur imagination? lol i personally just adore your fics so i would love to hear how they come about :))

hello Anon! First of all, thanks so much for sending this ask. I always love reading other people's posts about their process so this was a really interesting one for me to think about. And I'd be delighted to share, though I can't promise it'll be anything profound!

I'm the opposite of a linear narrative planner type tbh. Whenever I try that approach, it always feels really flat and uninspired. I have a WIP at the moment that came to me in quite a plotty, formal way—it's a fic where there's an emergency at Hogwarts and Albus and Scorpius go missing, and Harry and Draco go there together and have to get their sons back (and fight the Giant Squid). I had an overarching idea, and a flashback/flashforward format with all the scenes I needed. But when I went to write it, it dragged and dragged. I hope to go back to it but I think it really needs to be shaken up!

Normally however, every fic I write begins with an idea for one particular moment or scene. It's almost like a camera flash, like an illumination, a moment of clarity where I can just grasp the mood of this tiny snapshot within the narrative. So everything I write becomes about getting to that moment and capturing the feel of it as truly as I can. It's hard because sometimes, as I write, there's a slippage between what I have in my head and what comes out on paper. My best fics (in my opinion) are the ones where the finished piece matches up with the vision/feel I had in my head.

So in Modern Love, that scene was the kiss in the church. Which, if you've read the fic you'll know, comes almost at the very end. So i basically wrote 60k to get to that: "Draco presses into him, and Harry can feel the answering press of the altar rail behind his thighs, and Draco bends him backwards so his body is a tightly-strung bow, and Draco is leaning over him, holding him up, and they’re still kissing, kissing, kissing."

In Unpin, it was the scene where Harry and Draco are getting into their uniforms in the changing room, and Draco can hear Harry unbuttoning his robes: "The buttons are tiny, impossibly delicate-looking, but he tells me they’re virtually indestructible. I can actually hear the whisper of the buttons as he nudges them shut, that gentle sussurating scratch of the edge of each one as he eases them through the buttonholes.'The kirin horn has protective properties, Malfoy,' he told me smugly when he bought them. 'And,' he added, like the sanctimonious prick he is, 'they look great.'"

In Power Lines, it was the scene with Draco floating in the sea: "They swam every afternoon, Harry mostly floating, blinking up at the flat blue sky, Malfoy with his shoulders pink and peeling and his wet hair bleached like bone from the sun. His Mark had faded over the years, though it was still ugly, and he had a ropey, reddened scar curling around the bracket of his left ribcage right up to the hollow below his Adam’s apple. Harry determinedly didn’t think about how odd it was that he suddenly knew Malfoy’s body like this, so casually and easily."

In Lick, it was Harry with his hand on the Hogwarts wall, talking to the building (and that scene comes right at the start, so in a way that was easier because I had the whole fic to play with afterwards!): "As he touches the wood, leans his forehead against the wall, he whispers under his breath, "Please." And as easily as that, at just one word from him, there's a click—the shockingly mundane sound of a lock turning."

In Our Little Life, it was Draco in a toga: "Harry’s fingers went to the fibula at Malfoy’s shoulder, but Malfoy murmured something about how he should leave it unless he was prepared to redrape it, and anyway Harry found he could get at almost all of Malfoy’s skin by going in from the hem up, and when the dream started to fade, Harry woke with the memory of Malfoy’s ribcage shuddering beneath his fingers."

In Howl, it was an almost jokey recreation of the rain scene in the newer Pride and Prejudice film: "“It worked out okay in the end,” Harry said, voice rough under the patter of the rain that had crept up on them, moving in sheets across the wide bowl of the valley below, wrinkling the surface of the lake. “You’re here, aren’t you? You came to get me.”"

In Countdown to a Life it was Harry thinking he'd enjoy being tied up and realising he didn't like it: ""I think," Harry says, so much later that Draco thought he was already asleep. "I think I'd prefer if it was just you. Keeping me still, I mean. I'd be so good for you. I wouldn't move at all, if you told me not to.""

in Take the Moon, it was Harry bringing Scorpius to the supermarket in the middle of the night and seeing his own reflection in the freezer doors: "Sometimes Harry could hardly see how three years had passed, could barely remember a time before Scorpius, definitely couldn’t count how many nights he had spent here in this particular Sainsbury’s, first with Scorpius in the sling, then as he got bigger, the trolley seat, walking up and down the aisles under the artificial lights that made it feel as though it could be any time of the day or night, Harry’s own warped reflection flickering back at him from the foggy glass doors of the freezer cabinets, rows and rows of chilly ghosts."

You get the idea! This is just a selection from random fics, I could probably go through every single fic and pinpoint that moment/scene that prompted me to start writing. Some are more successful than others in the way they turn out, of course—and I do think it's one of the reasons I think my microfics/oneshots are my best writing. It's because they usually are the essence of that one scene, distilled! So I can really indulge that purity of vision.

I'm not inspired by media like films/songs/books at all really, though I do greedily consume a lot of those (books in particular) and of course every single thing I read/watch has an impact in some way. I definitely write better when I've been reading really good books. This year, reading things like The Bee Sting or Close to Home or Open Water... they all really inspired me to think about craft and style and tone in a very considered way.

And on a final note, I've been writing a lot of original work this year and i've learned that I find it even harder to capture the feel of that one moment when I'm also trying to juggle characterisation and plot!

Thanks so much again for the ask and for giving me a chance to chat about my fics. Was lovely to revist them. Would also love to hear other people talking about their own processes if anyone fancies sharing.

#drarry #drarry fic #rowing and chatting #this fandom life

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fhrlclln · 2 months

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i know i go on hiatuses due to me being so incredibly uninspired after having writing my best ideas 🙉 butttt…. i am inspired today and very inspired because the guy i’ve been liking for a year now just gave me multiple ideas (not so happy ones.) so idk what comeback should i make for an eddie munson x reader fic (a oneshot or a series?) cuz it’s been a hectic year for me this 2023 and the guy left me with a bang on christmas and new year.

like context i made the first move (i chatted him) and everything was going well until i was busy on a monday and somehow IG decided to ruin my chances and didn’t rely the messages he sent me, and i replied the day after panicking and apologizing that i replied so late. and he never replied back. (i think i hurt his ego)

(and after ghosting me he still is playing with my feelings by interacting with my social medias) SO… yes im so incredibly inspired. 😊

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson

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mariana-oconnor · 9 months

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The Golden Pince-Nez pt 2

Oooh map! We have the map. I love maps.

This is a really weird looking house, though. I mean, those two corridors just go from that 1 room directly to either the outside or to the guy's bedroom? That's an unusual layout.

Love that we have a little x to show us exactly where in the room Smith's body was. O Willoughby, Willoughby, Willoughby Smith. We didn't know you and now you're a stiff. O Willoughby, Willoughby, Willoughby, say, From whom did they come, those golden pince-nez?

Apparently a very visually impaired woman whose eyes are remarkably close together and whose nose is rather wide, according to Holmes' assessment anyway.

We saw the cold winter sun rise over the dreary marshes of the Thames and the long, sullen reaches of the river, which I shall ever associate with our pursuit of the Andaman Islander in the earlier days of our career.

Do we know about the Andaman Islander? Am I forgetting something? Is that from one of the novels rather than the short stories, because it's been a long time since I've read those. Also, Watson is clearly feeling uninspired this morning. This is probable because he was up until stupid o'clock last night and then had to be up on time to catch the morning train before breakfast. Poor life choices.

I saw an intent look pass over Holmes's face. “You say that she must have come back this way?” “Yes, sir; there is no other.” “On this strip of grass?” “Certainly, Mr. Holmes.”

Alright... so there's something off about the marks in the grass. The grass is only bent in one direction, perhaps? Idk how tracking in grass works. You know who you need?

"This garden door is usually kept open, I suppose? Then this visitor had nothing to do but to walk in."

I like locked doors. The idea that anyone could just walk into my house at any moment is very upsetting to me. It is the role of the door to prevent that from happening. I could not live like this.

(I literally just tried to undo something and deleted more than half of this post, wtf Tumblr? I will try to reconstruct it from memory)

"Halloa! what is that scratch upon the face of it? Just hold a match, Watson. Why did you not tell me of this, Hopkins?” The mark which he was examining began upon the brass work on the right-hand side of the keyhole, and extended for about four inches, where it had scratched the varnish from the surface. “I noticed it, Mr. Holmes. But you'll always find scratches round a keyhole.”

I was going to defend Hopkins at this point, but then I read that the scratch was 4 inches long and presumable fresh, so nope, sorry, can't help you there. That's kind of a key piece of evidence.

I wonder if the professor is an alcoholic...

Sorry, couldn't resist that one.

"Halloa, Hopkins! this is very important, very important indeed. The Professor's corridor is also lined with cocoanut matting.” “Well, sir, what of that?” “Don't you see any bearing upon the case?"

So many Halloas in this part.

I expect the bearing is that it means the murderer could also have left down this passageway without their footsteps being heard. Which raises suspicion of the Professor.

It was a very large chamber, lined with innumerable volumes, which had overflowed from the shelves and lay in piles in the corners, or were stacked all round at the base of the cases.

Interior decor goals. I mean, I almost live like this already, but still, goals.

The bed was in the centre of the room...

(From This Tumblr Post)

Clearly the Professor is evil. No one else could sleep in a bed like that, unmoored from the world, surrounded by space, adrift from good reason and sanity.

I have seldom seen a more remarkable-looking person. It was a gaunt, aquiline face which was turned towards us, with piercing dark eyes, which lurked in deep hollows under overhung and tufted brows. His hair and beard were white, save that the latter was curiously stained with yellow around his mouth. A cigarette glowed amid the tangle of white hair, and the air of the room was fetid with stale tobacco-smoke. As he held out his hand to Holmes I perceived that it also was stained yellow with nicotine.

'Curiously stained with yellow' > proceeds to immediately explain why it is stained with yellow.

"I can recommend them, for I have them especially prepared by Ionides of Alexandria. He sends me a thousand at a time, and I grieve to say that I have to arrange for a fresh supply every fortnight. Bad, sir, very bad, but an old man has few pleasures."

This guy... this guy imports 1000 cigarettes a fortnight. 1000 a fortnight. That's over 70 a day. That's 3 an hour if he doesn't sleep. 4.5 an hour if he gets 8 hours a night. Sure, the internet tells me it takes about 5 minutes to smoke a cigarette, so he isn't actually chain smoking. He could totally smoke more. Really the take away from this is that he needs to work harder at this and stop his reliance on such unnecessary things as oxygen.

70 a day... yikes.

And he knows it's bad for him, too. What? 40 years before the first study in the US saying the same thing? 60 years before it became big news? The tobacco companies really messed with our understanding of things, huh?

Also, the fact that he can afford to import 1000 cigarettes every two weeks and still has the money to have servants, a nice house, and a secretary. This guy has way more money than any academic I've ever met, that's for sure.

“Alas! what a fatal interruption! Who could have foreseen such a terrible catastrophe? So estimable a young man! I assure you that after a few months' training he was an admirable assistant."

Maybe it's because of how unpleasant his introductory description was. Maybe it's because it was preceded by the implication that the murderer could have got into his room unheard. Or maybe it's just that he asks a rhetorical question here and I can never hear a person in this sort of a situation say 'Who could have forseen such a thing?' without my brain automatically answering 'You, I bet.' But Professor seems sus.

Or maybe it's just his bed.

“I shall indeed be indebted to you if you can throw a light where all is so dark to us. To a poor bookworm and invalid like myself such a blow is paralyzing. I seem to have lost the faculty of thought. But you are a man of action—you are a man of affairs. It is part of the everyday routine of your life. You can preserve your balance in every emergency. We are fortunate indeed in having you at our side.”

Yep, super sus. That's way too much complimenting of Sherlock and way too much insistence upon his own infirmity.

I observed that he was smoking with extraordinary rapidity. It was evident that he shared our host's liking for the fresh Alexandrian cigarettes.

I suspect that this is for a different reason from the one Watson is thinking, but also NO HOLMES, do not be sucked into the 70 imported cigarettes a day pipeline.

“That is my magnum opus—the pile of papers on the side table yonder. It is my analysis of the documents found in the Coptic monasteries of Syria and Egypt, a work which will cut deep at the very foundations of revealed religion. With my enfeebled health I do not know whether I shall ever be able to complete it now that my assistant has been taken from me."

okayokayokay Tentative theory:

The professor's research is based on a lie. Everything he's worked on is based on some incorrect fact about a historical 'she' being somewhere or not being somewhere, and he has (or had) evidence that it was incorrect in his desk. WIlloughby worked it out and was breaking into the desk to get the evidence when the professor snuck up behind him and stabbed him in the neck, then scarpered back up the passage-way as fast as his tar-filled lungs would let him.

“I am a connoisseur,” said he, taking another cigarette from the box—his fourth—and lighting it from the stub of that which he had finished.

OK, now that is chain smoking. I really hope there's a reason for this and it isn't just a weird thing ACD put in for no reason.

"What do you imagine that this poor fellow meant by his last words: ‘The Professor—it was she’?”

That his research was a house of cards, built on nothing but hot air. That he was a fraud and his thesis fabrication. That his entire life's work would be worth more as kindling than as an academic paper.

Maybe I'm basing things on vibes again, a little bit. Sorry.

“Susan is a country girl,” said he, “and you know the incredible stupidity of that class."

Nope. Fuck that shit. Not sorry at all. I hope the Professor is guilty. Patronising, classist, intellectual elitist piece of shit. I'm all-in for Team 'The Professor Did It' and even if he didn't do this crime, he's definitely done some other crime somewhere.

“Possibly an accident; possibly—I only breathe it among ourselves—a suicide. Young men have their hidden troubles—some affair of the heart, perhaps, which we have never known. It is a more probable supposition than murder.”

Yeah, because stabbing yourself in the back of the neck is such an efficient way to do it? No wonder your research is so terrible when this is the amount of thought you put into things. Wow.

An accident? How very Final Destination of you.

“But the eye-glasses?”

Fine. Those I can't explain. Maybe they were what was hidden in the drawer and Willoughby found them? But why would the professor then leave them in plain sight? Maybe if Willoughby was the only person who knew what they meant?

So, secondary theory. The Professor's work is still rubbish and based on lies, but it's not Willoughby who found out, necessarily, it's some unknown woman with terrible eyesight and eyes very close together and a big nose, and she came to confront the professor then went missing. Willoughby knew about her going missing, but the professor claimed she'd never been to see him and the pince-nez are the proof the professor was lying.

And the woman is... dead in a ditch somewhere?

Needs work.

“Ah! I am only a student—a man of dreams. I cannot explain the practical things of life."

Oh shut up with your false modesty nonsense. Ugh. You're terrible.

...he continued to walk up and down for some time, lost in thought and consuming cigarette after cigarette.

Is Holmes trying to get through the Professor's entire supply so he has to order more? Wtf?

“Tell me, Professor Coram,” he said, at last, “what is in that cupboard in the bureau?” “Nothing that would help a thief. Family papers, letters from my poor wife, diplomas of Universities which have done me honour. Here is the key. You can look for yourself.”

Well obviously he's removed anything incriminating from it now. Pah

“It depends upon those cigarettes that I smoked,” said he. “It is possible that I am utterly mistaken. The cigarettes will show me.”

I have no idea how the cigarettes are involved in this, I confess. Is the professor involved in a smuggling ring?

I may have remarked before that Holmes had, when he liked, a peculiarly ingratiating way with women, and that he very readily established terms of confidence with them. In half the time which he had named he had captured the housekeeper's goodwill, and was chatting with her as if he had known her for years.

You mean he's good with people? Good at talking to people? Particularly women?

*side-eyes adaptations*

Is this the passage that they had in mind when they did that whole Enola Holmes lawsuit?

“I suppose the Professor eats hardly anything?” “Well, he is variable. I'll say that for him.” “I'll wager he took no breakfast this morning, and won't face his lunch after all the cigarettes I saw him consume.” “Well, you're out there, sir, as it happens, for he ate a remarkable big breakfast this morning."

Is he keeping a secret woman under his bed? Does she sneak in and have breakfast with him?

So weird.

"Well, it takes all sorts to make a world, and the Professor hasn't let it take his appetite away.”

Because he's a terrible human being.

Alright, at the end of this part, my current theory is that the Professor has some kind of secret meetings with a woman with very close-set eyes and terrible eyesight. Willoughby found out and the Professor lied to him about it, then Willoughby found the woman's glasses in the drawer and the Professor, or the unknown woman, killed him for it. Who she is, why she was meeting the professor, why it was so paramount that no one find out, I don't know.

Also, the Professor's research is terrible and founded on lies, because I just want him to fail at life.

And there are cigarettes... or something.

Yeah... there may be some gaps. I'm working on it.

#Letters from Watson #Sherlock Holmes #The Golden Pince-Nez #long post

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As proud as I am of myself for finishing the fake dating fic, I don't think I expected how genuinely sad I would feel about the fact that it's over. Idk it feels kinda ridiculous to say this, but the aftermath of finishing has felt almost like I'm mourning something? Maybe it's just that it was such a constant in my life for so long that not having it there to think about and plan for has left behind this big old void. And naturally you would *think* the solution would be to fill that hole by writing something else! There's no sense in missing these characters when I can jump right back to exploring them in another story, right?

But along with the mourning-ish feelings, I have also been so profoundly uninspired. I think this is the first TRUE writer's block I've had since I got into chrobin, where every idea I take a stab at writing feels like it's coming out drab and just won't hold my interest or attention. It feels like all the joy I usually get from thinking about how these characters would feel and the fun of trying to pick out the right words to convey a thought or idea have just suddenly dried up.

I guess I probably just need to take some more time away and let my creative pool refill more so I have a chance to get excited about new ideas again. It's just hard because writing is also my main creative outlet and NOT writing makes me feel restless and kinda empty too dfdskfks. Like--usually it's one of the most fulfilling parts of my day and winds up being my escape from outside stress but right now it just doesn't seem able to do that, and I'm not sure what the solution is except I guess to wait and hope eventually it will pass.

#Personal #Vent post #May delete later I just needed to express it somewhere

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tea-cat-arts · 1 year

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Ya, I think I left enough characters out that my "ranking every 'mostly white + usually a cool color + maybe gold'" post warrants a part 2 (if enough valks of this design genre get released to warrant a part 3 though, I'm just gonna cry). Usual disclaimer that while I'm trying to be objective as possible about this, art is a very subjective medium and I am not immune to bias. Anyways-

S tier (wouldn’t change a thing)-

still not entirely sure if she belongs on this list because the black and white elements are pretty well balanced, but eh- we're here now

Forget just this genre for a sec though- Aponia has one of my favorite designs in the game

It's the skirt, it's entirely the skirt

I'm glad they kept the outfit mostly black and white (other than the bits of jewelry used to keep the outfit cohesive) because I think too much color would've just distracted from the skirt

I also appreciate they made the white fabric different textures. It really helps to separate the veil from everything else

The usage of vines and flowers to break the symmetry of the design is a fun nod to Aponia's failed attempts to control the world around her

A rank (minor changes needed)

I just want that front white shirt piece thing have a "light blue to white" gradient on it to better separate it from her legs

Otherwise, this design is a friend

Nice use of texture, I really like how the sleeves look like fabric dipped in ink where the ink is just gradually creeping up

I also just think it's funny that she's the jade knight, but her color palette is mostly blue, where as Azure Empyrea's color palette is mostly green

The red accents are also nice

I think from a more objective standpoint, this design would be in B or C tier, but it's my list and I like the design, so it's going in A tier

I'm also not sure if there's really enough white to warrant her being here

The bikini top and mini tutu are goofy (I think I'd personally just make the top a turtleneck crop top with a book window cut out, and the tutu into shorts and a fanny pack), but I kinda like them

There's just a lot of nice color variation in this one

D tier (for disappointments)

Getting this disclaimer out of the way: I am aware of the racist elements of this design. I am not SWANA though, so I don't really feel it's my place to go in depth on it (I'd be happy to link or reblog other people's arguments though)

Congratulations to mihoyo for making me sick of the color purple. I literally didn't know that was possible

I know she had a purple Hoody that one Manga, but I really with they went with a blue/green, orange, and gold pallet instead

The dance motife feels kinda out of nowhere? Idk if she has a love of dance in one of the Mangas, but it was never really mentioned in game before now

Also having Rita (the British lady) be the one to teach her a Persian inspired dance was... a choice

I could see a redesign going a couple different ways

One being really committing to the whole "it looks like a regular outfit" think, focusing on the changing roles of valkyries and moving more towards the aesthetics of APHO

Maybe have her story take place in her home country, thus why she could be wearing more traditional clothes (and have a grandma or someone like that teach her the dance)

My other idea would be keep the story the same, but change her design to be more of a throw back to early valks, leaning more into the mech suit idea

I wish we got the bear hood

F rank (I have very few productive things to say because these invoke my inner Ragina George)

F, for "that was the ugliest f'ing skirt I've ever seen"

Ya, I know I'm breaking my "only out valks" rule, but fuck this design

There's so little tonal variation

Between the hair and shoulder puffs, this design just ends up looking incredibly top heavy

Mihoyo, keep her pants on

Just like Hares writing, this design is uninspired and directionless

I keep seeing people compare her to Shenhe and Eula and I'm gonna need yall to stop slandering my queens like that

Comments from the homies:

"Shorty look like an ice cube gum box"

"Why does she have nipple ribbons"

Froot loops abyss herald looking ass

Every day, I wonder if the trend towards monster design similarities in both games is an intentional way of hinting at further down the line multiverse plotlines (not explaining why it could be this here), or just a marketing decision

TLDR: these types of designs can work so long as they go bold on the colors

#honkai impact #honkai aponia #li sushang #honkai susannah #honkai pardofelis #honkai hare #I just needed to wind down after doing homework all day #And this seemed like a fun way to do it #Never thought I'd get sick of purple but mihoyo surprised me

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Don't mean this in a shady way AT ALL, this is just my own thought process...that being said, it's honestly very hard for me to get on board w the theory that certain songs are about Calvin particularly à la High Infidelity, Coney Island, Bejeweled, Iftye, Ivy etc because Taylor explicitly said in an interview that Calvin was simply uninspiring as hell and that's why he was sidelined on Rep (smthing along the lines of that).

I can understand that maybe the complexities of the whole Calvin-Tom-Joe situation was compelling for her to revisit repeatedly, but to me it always seemed like Taylor was stuck at the junction between leaving behind Calvin and Tom and finding Joe.

I think Joe was the reason she wrote those songs, it always ties back to him...like blondie dated Calvin for a pretty good while and she's literally never mentioned their time together, only the END of their relationship.

It's also kinda why I don't think she was referring to Calvin at ALL during Bejeweled and Iftye...bcz she genuinely just didn't care about him as a person or their relationship, only about how it served as a bridge to her romance with Joe.

Iftye always read to me as her leaving behind the Kanye drama (I mean atleast that's how she wanted us to interpret it definitely) and starting afresh with Joe.

One more thing, it's always struck me as so peculiar how she keeps going back to that one phase in her life (when she ditched Cal for Tom and then Tom for Joe) again and again...like all the allusions to infidelity and feeling trapped with an oppressive partner and sympathizing with the cheater...idk, it definitely did a number on her. Very interesting.

hmm, i think this is just a difference in defining what/who a song is "about"? i agree she was very inspired by writing about the time she left calvin/got with tom/'escaped' with joe. imo high infidelity and ivy strongly describe that moment, and i think calvin is clearly a character there. if not, what does the boyfriend character in high infidelity represent? what does the husband in ivy represent? ykwim?

i don't feel the need to convince anyone of bejeweled or iftye. to me it's not really important to understanding the message of the songs because in a way they both feel more symbolic of her growth and self-respect than anything else.

#bejeweled #iftye #high infidelity #ivy

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not finished with the DLC just yet but I believe I'm pretty close. And I just can't help but think the relationship stuff in this is a step down writing wise. It feels very forced imo and like the writers are taking some very uninspired shortcuts to get Aloy and Seyka where they need them to be. Seyka is kind of a jerk for quite a bit of the DLC and just does not have the rizz and unspoken swag that Talanah has. And that would have been fine for a side character, but not Aloy's gf! And idk if this is wrong, but I always thought of Aloy as bi? She seemed upset and jealous Varl had found Zo in HFW. Is it wrong to continue to ship KotalloxAloyxTalanah? (He has to be on her left hand for obvious reasons.) I could be wrong of course. Either way, thanks for all the Horizon content!!!!

Hello nonny!!!!

I definitely agree with you that the writing in the DLC (as nearly a whole, not only surrounding Seyka) suffered from many of the same pitfalls as HFW's writing did. It was especially frustrating for me to see this happening surrounding Seyka--I, as the player, really struggled to feel as connected to her as Aloy apparently did? Forced isn't exactly the word I would use, but rushed, absolutely. Shortcuts. Lots of simple telling as opposed to putting in the work of showing. I think that's why, overall, the ship didn't do anything for me. No hate, no judgement--just wasn't a story I felt much investment in! And that led to some disappointment on my part, for sure. You're not alone there!

As to your second question, I'll say it again--what we know is that Aloy is canonically and explicitly attracted to women. Nothing more, and also nothing less! She's queer and that's absolutely beautiful. Nothing else has changed. Please don't feel guilty or "wrong" for your ship, as there's still so much room for growth (hopefully) in her character, and more room for development. Romance choices in HZ3, let's goooooo

#horizon critical #not putting character tags bc I'm a little critical!

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This aint about the yaoi poll its just got me thinking. I really dont understand this website's thing for dgs like was it a fun game i mean... parts of it but it frankly drags a LOT. I would say there are 3 cases that are worth playing and all of them are in the second game which you CANNOT play without the context of the first. (2-1 (second best tutorial in the series) (i love lesbianism), 2-4, and 2-5; also its worth mentioning that 2-4 and 2-5 are.. the same case) some of the characters (herlock) are (is) interesting and fun but the game feels too stretched thin to give them proper time. like, you do need both susato and iris for the plot, but the way they both fill the assistant role makes both of them feel somewhat lacking because they're just.. not consistently there. and dont get me started on kazuma. probably the most disappointing character in a takumi-led ace attorney. man. like. i cant even articulate my disappointment with him. he kind of just flopped really hard. he literally barely left an impression on me, despite me really liking 2-4&5! i will say that the overarching plot was very good and the intrigue was built well, but like.. if it wasnt there i would not have finished the games, and no other good ace attorney game has really needed that. But I mean, if i hadnt decided to play All the ace attorney games, i wouldnt have finished them. i played dual destinies im not gonna wimp out on a fucking takumi game, but god is it kind of tedious. and, while the homoeroticism was there, it was just a little uninspired and it was made in what. 2017? they couldve made kazuma canonically gay. for some reason that was my takeaway from the homoerotic subtext like this just couldve been text idk

#also mikotoba underutilized not to be like 'im only in it for the dilfs' but i guess thats what the game made me become #best character in the game if im being frank and he was suuuch a side character lol like he wasnt there long enough to disappoint me ig

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hi i hope this isn't weird askdjfksdksl, you seem to be much more active on twitter but i REFUSE to make an account on that website BUT a mutual of mine just said something to me about the idea of an au where the rattlers run like. an apocalypse gladiator ring instead and ellie eventually gets caught and stuck there with abby and this is just actually insane we can't believe no one else seems to have had this idea yet??????? my first thought was tell the only ellabs person i know of who is in any way active on social media idk you can tell twitter about this or whatever i just think you need to know. i think ellabs nation (ellabs village really lol) needs to consider the possibilities

1) come to twitter i promise it’s like not that bad i just get into fights a lot 😭

2) i have a new tumblr but it’s under a pseudonym because i’m literally writing x readers and i know people will clown me and think i’m doing it in the “y/n” way (nothing wrong with that) and not the “x readers are a great way to character study without making whole ocs and you’re able to share them with a large audience” way

3) honestly , i really hate fics that have like . anything to do with the rattlers . because they’re just , like , EXTREMELY miserable (hypocritical coming from me , i know) and i deserve a speck of dopamine every now and then . but i will spread the idea ! because tbh it’s pretty good and not done before . just not my thing

4) i’m going to take this as an opportunity to explain why the fuck tl2 isn’t out yet , but it’s going to be a very longwinded self-psychoanalytical bananza , sooo . .

so , tl2 isn’t going to be a multichapter , if it ever gets put out . it’s gonna be a really long oneshot , because if i post it , i want it to be FINISHED so i don’t leave anyone waiting again .

the reason why i have a mental block against writing it right now is because i’m really unhappy about where tl1 left off . i never really liked it honestly , i just felt a bit pressured to get it out asap so i could be done . i reread the first few chapters all the time , and i really consider that its peak , because it started to feel like a chore after chapter six .

it’s hard to write the sequel to something you don’t like . it feels like you can only disappoint (if not others , yourself) and expand on its horribleness , which sounds so melancholy , i know , lol , but it’s the truth . like , how do you fix what’s broken on something you can’t touch ? by adding more that’s broken ? nuh uh . it’s a lot of stress .

also , i just . . need a creative recharge . “spencer , it’s been like five months since you finished tl !!” no i mean like . a year . before i even poke it with a ten foor pole again . LOL it’s that bad . this might change , but that’s how i feel right now .

i’ve been really insecure about my work lately , and i’ve never been able to read original novels or other fics without feeling incredibly envious of others’ talent , and it has sowed a lot of discontent inside of me . so i stopped consuming others’ work for a bit , but that just left me uninspired and in an echo chamber of my own writing without any improvement , so it became hyper-stylized and odd to read , especially months later . i don’t even know what i was trying to accomplish at some points ?? it’s all very odd and tryhard and makes me cringe .

so , right now , my goal is to read more published work lol . i’m reading my childhood favorite “daughter of smoke and bone” right now , and it’s even better than i remember . highly recommend

but yeahhh that’s why tl2 isn’t out sorry 🌸🩷🩷💕🥺🥺🥺

(but like fr i am incredibly sorry)

#asks #my writing #ellabs

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sorry if this too much but I’m writing a fanfic yknow yknow, you got any headcanons for the antis?

Yay, more fics in the Fandom!!

And like most of my headcanons, the ones I have for the antis depend heavily on whatever fic I'm creating them for (because I am unable to have an idea without turning it into a fic lmao)

But I have some favorites that I gravitate towards more often

Anti Stanford is just as driven to be leader, but he has the opposite of Stanford's self doubt and flashy personality. So he's the one pulling the strings in secret by manipulating anti Vert

(Hot Take) There is no Anti Tezz. Either the one in the Anti universe wasn't driven enough to complete his experiments, or he completed his experiment at the exact moment of solar interference. The one we have in the show is from the anti universe, and the "actual" Tezz is some uninspired IT guy chilling in Russia

Anti Agura is super petty and likes to undermine her teammates. She's actively screwing with them during training and missions.

In the Antiverse, Vert's dad never left. He's a huge asshole (idk the details) but he is a really good dad and just raised his son to be as big of an asshole as he is

In the Antiverse, Zoom is the one to discover the sentients, not Vert. Anti Zoom stays at the Order and the mouth of the dragon opens. He goes through and meets the red sentient equivalent of Sage (idk of that would be Sage but red or Krytus. Both sound kinda cool ngl

In the Antiverse, Stanford's ancestor not only betrayed the sentients, but he practically wiped them out. That's why the evil BF5 seems to be winning, and the Vandals are down to one member. The balance has been shifted or whatever

SPEAKING OF BALANCE. Anti Rawkus's goal is the opposite, so he uses his power to create chaos instead. Once again fighting for no sides, he just does shit whenever and therefore their entire multiverse is constantly at risk

Because Sage is evil in the Antiverse, she never freed Zemerik or gave him free will. He technically fights on the same side as the BF5, but he only listens to Spinner. (Either because he wants to or Spinner has some sort of kill switch to control him)

Anti AJ would be so evil it scares me to the point that I don't like thinking about him lol

I think Anti Grace could be the one obsessed with aliens instead. She finds out about the anti bf5 and blackmails them into letting her join

Anti Simon is VERY dear to me, and I love him with my whole heart. He's a washed up D-List actor that lives in his little brother's shadow. He ends up sort of following Stanford around and just hangs out if he discovers the team

My anti BF5 ships (most of the time) are Shoom and StanVert. That's subject to change and varies wildly on the Fic, all I know for sure is that anti StanVert is toxic af for everyone involved

I also really like the idea of anti TezzVert. But Dylan! (I hear you say) How can you ship anti TezzVert if you headcanon that there is no Anti Tezz??? Well that is a secret that will be revealed in a VERY special fic I'm planning out >:]

#battle force 5 #bf5 #hwbf5 #bf5 headcanon

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i feel like i can say this here so i’m just gonna let loose but i think jack doesn’t challenge taylor and that’s why midnights is so…. i hate to say uninspired but that’s how it feels. like, maybe if we weren’t rehashing similar themes in previous albums over and over again with some pretty mediocre beats in the background it’d be fine but someone needs to light a fire under taylor or something, im not even saying this in a “she’s a horrible songwriter” type of way… it just feels like she’s gotten too comfortable and has become maybe stagnant in a way?? like i enjoy karma and sweet nothing is cute but when you look at the lyricism on this album vs her recent work it doesn’t feel cohesive. like she could do better. i’ve seen the argument that people “just hate fun” but that isn’t the truth, we can have fun with taylor… literally look at lover & 1989, it’s just so like “that’s it?”.

first of all, i am so flattered that you came in my inbox to bitch, love you for that <3 second of all, YES!!! COULDN'T FUCKING AGREE MORE!!!!!!! i couldn't put my thoughts into words, but you said it perfectly! yeah, she's fucking rehashing the same themes and i'm sick of it. folklore and evermore are outliers in this, because she very masterfully mixed up her own stories and stories she made up, which is one of the reasons they felt so fresh and exciting, despite both having jack in the credits. i don't want to be an asshole and say that artists are only good when they struggle and suffer, but how many times can you tell the same falling-in-love story? sure, having new perspective can be fun, especially when it's a retrospective/reflective thing, but at this point it just feels... reductive? idk. like, the fact that it's a popular thing for swifties to be like "false god belongs on reputation", or "high infidelity is so evermore!", or "paris sounds like something off 1989" is not good. doesn't necessarily mean she's constantly writing the same song (even though it feels like it sometimes, especially if you rearrange them a bit), it just shows that all three of those pop records are not entirely, and i'm sorry to say this, sonically cohesive. lately, it feels like she just puts most of the songs make it onto her records and very little gets left on the cutting floor or whatever. i do not think songs like mastermind/vigilante shit/paris belong on an album like midnights, purely because i don't think they fit the ~vibe. and that's a problem, at least to me! when i first saw the tracklist, i was So Excited. a 13 track album?? finally, she's gonna pick the very best songs instead of making a bloated 16+ track mess (looking at you, lover)!! oh, wait.. there are 8 more tracks? yeah, that's taylor alright.

i know nothing about music industry, but what i do know is that the most exciting music taylor swift has ever made was heavily influenced by

a) working with a new producer, stepping out of her comfort zone (1989, folklore)

b) going through a horrible break up (red)

c) having Shit to prove to losers and people who doubted her abilities (speak now and 1989)

so yeah, i also agree that she needs to be challenged, needs to try something she hasn't done before. she's incredibly talented and hard-working, to see her waste her time/money/mental resources on shit like midnights when i KNOW she can make shit like 1989, red and folklore, is upsetting.

#that shift back to pop makes no sense to me.#i mean it kinda does. she's having another peak and she's doing everything to leave a legacy. 10 tracks in top 10??? that's fucking insane #i just wish she was less success oriented. oh well! that's who she is so...#but if her next album is another pop mess with jack i might have to move on with my life like i don't have the time to go though that shit #anyway sorry this is so long. i didn't proofread this at all so sorry for any weird spellings i've had a long day <3 #honey ask me i should know*

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I don’t know if you’d feel comfortable talking about this in an ask (feel free to ignore this if you’re not!) but I was curious, what made you start to feel uninterested in 911? Some of the writing (and admittedly what I’m speculating for 6B) has me frustrated to the point where I’m losing interest and losing a desire to engage in the fandom, which makes me super sad bc I used to get such joy out of watching and engaging! I’m not even disappointed with the “pace” of Buddie getting together (or not even getting together) that’s frustrating to me, which feels like is most other people’s frustration, so I was just curious if there was something about the writing that made you feel disinterested?

heyooo! nonny asking the serious questions over here!

more than happy to answer actually :) i hope you don't mind a very long one lol

i made the mistake of joining twitter initially. honestly, a good 60 percent of the reason i started disliking the show and writing fic was because of the fans. and i know the loud obnoxious ones only make up a small portion of the fanbase but fuck ME are they loud. a few people tried to doxx me, i got mocked for the kitty buck fic and outright called an abuse apologist in my comments section (i've BEEN IN an abusive relationship, so... no) by a person who went on to plagiarise an entire fic from someone else, lie about having permission, and then disappear (yes i'm still mad about it no i will not let it go)

the other half is the writing (don't @ me for my math pls). i haven't watched a lot of season 5 or any of season 6 so far. i was done when athena slapped her kid. i'm one of those people that's in the "i don't think buddie will become canon because the writers are cowards but it's nice to write about" camp. some of it was done very well (eddie's PTSD) and some awfully (buck and whoever that lucy chick is? idk).

i was also diagnosed with CPTSD as a direct result of my own career in emergency services, and there were a lot of parts in the show that were very triggering for me and made it hard to watch. combine that with shitty, entitled fans and writing issues, it just hasn't been worth me trying to rewatch. i'm not sure i'll ever return to it the way i had been invested to begin with. i do want to finish tethers, because i know as a fic reader how frustrating it is to see things left unfinished, but uninspired doesn't even begin to cover how i feel about it right now.

sorry for the wall of text, and thank you very much for reaching out to ask! <3

#shut up nibbles

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gunmetal-ring · 2 years

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Also it's funny bc I actually would probably watch a Carol spinoff but a Daryl-only spinoff (regardless of all this news) just doesn't hold any interest for me. It sucks but imo his role so far in 10c and s11 and character development is... uninteresting and uninspired. I like that he's a foster dad now, but my interest in his character since like s3 is basically bc of how he relates to other people. Not him alone. I loved his character independently in s1-3 but ever since his self esteem is boosted (largely bc of carol) and since he's apparently overcome all of his childhood trauma (again largely bc of carol) his arc, to me, seems to be focused on his RELATIONSHIPS, not him alone. Unlike carol. Imo.

So yeah a Daryl only spinoff just doesn't seem very compelling

Unfortunately thru no fault of his own the whole Leah thing left a very very bad taste in my mouth, bc that is such a crucial part to his character development - outside of shipping, a man who has demonstrably been wary of physical and emotional intimacy, all of a sudden more or less overcomes it in the span of 20 minutes? I honestly would have rather seen it develop naturally even if it means caryl would have never gone canon. Bc its so important to his character. And that's also a way to develop HIM as a character, independent of his relationships to other ppl

Idk at this point I'm rambling but I rly just... am puzzled at who would really be jnterested in watching this

#op

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deep-hearts-core · 2 years

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2014 - semifinal 1

originally posted 5/26/20

Thoughts before watching Five contests down... fifty-eight or something left to go. Oy. I do like the 2014 contest though! Fun hosts, good stage, good winner, so let's get right to it!

Armenia The build in this is a fucking masterpiece, musically and onstage. Staging was really good for this, as one might expect from Armenia - beautiful at the beginning, reflective of the build, and fierce after the beat drops. Definitely innovative composition going on here as well. I feel like the momentum kinda drops off after the first verse of the drop though, and Aram's voice does kinda grate on me a little. Latvia This is not an objectively bad song, it's just... it's children's music, basically, in presentation and in lyrics and in style. It really is rather nice, it makes me laugh, but I don't actually enjoy it that much.

Estonia Tanja is a much better dancer than she is a singer. She's a pretty good dancer and she might be a decent vocalist when she's standing still, but flinging herself around the stage like that means that she doesn't have the breath support to actually sound good. This, combined with a forgettable dance song and uninspired background visuals, means that this isn't a favorite for me. Sweden This is much more to my taste. I like the song (although the lyrics... "undo my sad", Sanna, really), and the staging was really just beautiful. I especially liked the ring of lights she was standing in the middle of. Sanna also is a strong vocalist - maybe not the best here but certainly really stable. Iceland Alright, I know I literally just called the Latvian entry kids' music, but this is actually kids' music... and yet it's so much more enjoyable. It walks the line between kids act, peace song, bouncy pop-rock, and joke entry really well. I think it's the composition here and the more engaging staging that pushes this one over the edge for me. Albania I can see why a lot of people dislike this. Even once the guitars kick in, One Night's Anger has an awfully mellow quality that makes the song feel underwhelming compared to that dramatic staging. I did like the staging though, although there was some mess with the camera angles and Hersi's dress that maybe I could have gone without. I don't hate this one though. Between the pretty good staging and Hersi's voice, which is just really pleasant to me, I actually don't mind it. Russia I really like the staging in this one... the smoke! The lights! The boat! The identical twins! I also have a deep-seated appreciation for Shine as a song, because once the guitar kicks in and it really gets going I love what it does musically. Not the most creative endeavor maybe but sometimes the safe path is the right one. The Tolmachevys really give their all in the performance too. Azerbaijan This is nice I guess, but it bores me to tears. The only part of it that I really enjoy is the trapeze artist. Ukraine Everyone always remembers this as the hamster wheel song, but I feel like not enough people appreciate the song for what it actually is. Yeah, the hamster wheel was cool, but Mariya is a born performer who's putting her all into the performance, and the song is really fun, I like the guitar parts and think rhythmically it's just good. Belgium Oh, Belgium. Alright, so Axel has a strong voice, and the staging doesn't suck, but the song is unremarkable and the lyrics are just weird. Maybe it's my issues with my own mother but this song is just... idk, it's strange, so while I don't flat-out hate it it doesn't sit right with me. Moldova The melody line in Wild Soul is flat-out ugly. It's too low for Cristina at the beginning and just goes all over the place from there. Cristina's voice is a little too guttural for my taste, although she sounds alright on the chorus. A lot more could have been done with the staging. A song and outfit like that, I would have thought she would be moving a lot more. The hair thing was pretty cool, and mostly all that I remember this performance for.

San Marino Good staging, but overall not my favorite Valentina entry. Once the song picks up it's better but I think this song isn't as suited to her voice as Vola was, and this is a very typical Ralph Siegel entry. Portugal Not a fan of this genre, not a fan of Suzy's voice. Staging also looked awkward. There are little pieces of the song that I like, but not enough to add up to any actual enjoyment. Netherlands Like the title, this is a nice calm one. The camera work, dark lighting, and refusal to show the audience makes this performance feel very quiet and intimate, which works well given the nature of the lyrics and the music. Uncertain if I really love this song, still, but I solidly like it. I do love me those harmonies. Montenegro Staging is beautifully done here. I'm not a fan of the song, but the performance alone is enough to make this good for me. The background was lovely, and I really liked the roller skater. The song is... idk it's nice, I guess, not something I'd really listen to without the stage performance.

Hungary I had this one as my winner when I first ranked this year, four or five years ago, and while I'm not sure it will still hold that magic for me I continue to really like it. It's a good song that's fun to listen to in the instrumental, good lyrics, Andras has a nice voice and really emotes live, and that staging - wow! I really do like it, the dancers used are especially talented. My personal qualifiers Netherlands Ukraine Russia Sweden Hungary Iceland Montenegro Armenia Albania San Marino

Miscellaneous thoughts Gosh what an opening. I love the "choir of Europe", it was really cool, a nice way to get everyone to join in, as it were. The """Just a normal day in Copenhagen""" skit was also really funny, it does come across as a little tryhard sometimes but that's also the point of the skit - they're trying too hard - so like whatever. Lise's schtick of "getting everyone comfortable in the green room" was really funny, especially when it was Sanna's turn and her friends were actually allowed to go onstage with Pilou. Another thing that happened towards the end was that Pilou flubbed a line while saying "good night, Europe" and you can see in the wide shot directly after that Lise play-hits him and Pilou just leans over laughing. Nice to see that the hosts are human too.

#esc reviews

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