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not-poignant · 2 months

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Raphael has a very poetic and grandiose way of speaking that is absolutely not the norm for day-to-day life. How do you get in the mindset to come up with his dialogues? They're perfection and I just can't even imagine how long it would take to do one paragraph of the way he talks, but you're writing an entire story with him...

Oh I love this question because I can answer it, lol sadlkjfsda

Okay so, Raphael's character is tough for me.

Normally I do a lot of dialogue research before starting to write a character in fanfiction and original fiction, but Raphael actually gets proportionately very few lines that really show his full emotional range (compared to say, Astarion), and he's got an incredibly specific way of talking that sounds similar to Astarion but at the same time is very different.

They share enough similarities (calling people darling and dear for example) that it's easy to fall into the trap of giving them the same 'voice.'

I find Astarion's voice a lot easier to 'get' and I feel like I can hear him better when I'm writing him. But Raphael I'm taking into emotional spaces we simply never see in the game, and then I have to really guess how he'd sound (like coming up with the idea that the theatricality vanishes when Raphael is genuinely panicking).

I ended up listening to a lot of interviews with Andrew Wincott, the Voice Actor for Raphael who is an incredible actor and extremely articulate. He was very clear in one of his interviews that one of the reasons he was selected to play Raphael was because, in part, he already sounded like him. Obviously there's differences / skill in changing cadence and more, but for the most part, Andrew Wincott uses similar vocabulary and talks in a similar manner to Raphael naturally, so I had an abundance of interviews that I could then listen to in order to get a feel for Raphael's voice. I picked the things that felt more 'Raphael' and added them to my dialogue notes.

I often have to go back and edit Raphael's dialogue. Sometimes it's very simple things, I had him say 'much more' in the chapter I'm editing right now, and I edited it to 'far more' because I think he'd just phrase it like that. Sometimes I expand a sentence into an entire paragraph.

I've also leaned a lot from Korilla's transcripts in the game, which have been super useful. They really cement, more than anything, how much he loves lullabies, nursery rhymes, children's tales and more.

HOW TO DO DIALOGUE RESEARCH:-

If you're new to dialogue research, it mostly involves listening to - and watching a character and then literally taking notes of how they talk. The things you observe are:

The tone of their voice - Fast or slow. Loud or soft. Musical or flat. Theatrical or matter-of-fact. High or low. Questioning or complete statements. Considered or hedging (i.e. very well constructed sentences, or a lot of pauses, ellipses, broken sentences). Rambling or concise.

How often they talk - Some characters actually say a lot with very little. Raphael is actually a lot of observation and facial expressions and eyebrow movements in between his dialogue. Little smirks, hand gestures and more. Do they interrupt or let people finish their sentences? Are they comfortable with silence? I find Raphael oscillates between long theatrical paragraphs, single sentences or words, and then a lot of silence. He's actually not very conversational, in that you can have a conversation with him, but I doubt he'd see the point of two hours of small-talk. (At this point you might be realising that dialogue research is also character research, how a character talks tells you so much about a character.)

The words (and metaphors/subjects) they use - This is a big one and I'm going to break this down a little bit more:

How they pause if they don't know what to say. Is it 'um' 'uh' 'ah' 'hm' 'mm' 'mn' or nothing at all (or something else) because they've mastered self-control over their dialogue? If Raphael says 'ah' he does so on purpose.

Filler words. Things like characters saying 'like' in a sentence. 'He was like, 'I can't believe it'' etc. This is very similar to how they pause, but it's the things people say to get from point A to point B. People who don't do this have often had training or think very hard about what they're going to say before they say it. But people say 'like' or 'and then' or 'well' or 'i realised that' or 'i thought that' etc. to carry them on. Some are more acceptable than others (people do just have realisations for example).

Profanity. How often do they swear, and how intentional is it? Some characters only swear when they get hurt or stub their toe or get angry. Some characters swear all the time for fun. Some characters only use some swear words and not others. Be specific. Be aware that some swear words are cultural! This includes blasphemy. In Faerun they use 'gods' and 'gods damn it' more often than we use 'god' or 'oh my god.'

Vulgarity. This is useful for Raphael (and Astarion) because he's very happy to be vulgar. This is like... how comfortable are they talking about sex, about sexual subjects, being crude, being seductive, flirtatious? And if they use it, do they use vulgarity to shock, seduce, scare, threaten, or for humour?

Salutations and farewells. How do they greet people? Silence? A calm hello? (A lot of greetings are omitted in dialogue but this is still good to know). How do they say hello, goodbye. How does that change between friends and enemies and strangers?

Single word sentences. This might sound weird, but sometimes when a character hears something that shocks them, or needs to acknowledge something, they may say anything from 'huh' to 'yeah' to 'fuck' to 'okay' to 'all right' to 'sure' to 'go on' to 'indeed' to just laughing out loud. The list goes on. Raphael is team 'indeed' lmao.

Sentence structure. Raphael's sentence structure is - when he's most comfortable - gently provoking, teasing, vaguely threatening, and makes liberal use of simile, metaphor, fairy tale, rhyme, sayings, colloquialisms and more. Raphael talks like someone who knows someone could quote him at any moment lmao. But from here, how a character structures their sentences can be helpful to know. Go back to 'the tone of their voice.' Those notes will give you an idea of structure.

Emotionality. How emotional are they? Do they have rage rants? Joyful giggling dialogue? Do they infodump with little emotion? Or with sheer excitement? Does their dialogue feel fake or real? Opaque or transparent? Some people wear their hearts on their sleeves, and others will never be able to say 'I love you' in anything other than actions. Raphael's emotionality in dialogue is more present in his anger and irritation, and also when he feels triumphant and/or turned on.

The symbols, sayings, colloquialisms and metaphors themselves. Not all characters use these. But some people/characters will talk through analogies, colloquialisms. This is actually Raphael's biggest dialogue departure from Astarion, imho, aside from the fact that Astarion is a lot more emotional with his dialogue.

Take into account their culture, ethnicity, conceits, upbringing, education and the people they're close to:

This one is vital. Firstly, some people tend to 'absorb' elements of those around them. A person raised by affluent people will often 'sound affluent' and a person raised in poverty will often have dialogue that reflects this and if they don't there will be reasons for that. It might be a conceit (some people self-teach themselves different accents), it might be education, it might be training, it might be the subculture/s they've entered into, and so on.

When doing this research, you'll end up with a kind of master-list of actual words and probably some sentences you've written down, along with a lot of notes. You can also do this for any original characters you're making at all, you're just then making it up based on the character, and this research will also give in many ways the shape of the character.

It's a fun exercise and I highly recommend everyone tries it literally for people who don't exist and also observe your friends and family, and do a dialogue cheat sheet for some of them. It's pretty eye-opening! Even one page will teach you more than nothing at all. You can go deep and write many pages, or you can do what I do and keep it lean at 2 pages. Anyone who struggles with characterisation I suggest at least try this exercise, because anyone can put on a YouTube video and/or streaming service or even a favourite Tiktoker and start doing dialogue research! It's a way of building a character from the top down while also getting information about their foundations.

#asks and answers #pia on dialogue #pia on characterisation #pia on writing #reference #on writing #writing techniques #writing advice #dodgy advice #i might just take the second 'how to' part and make it its own post #but anyway here's how to do it!

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controlledhues · 5 days

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he do be smelling like wet dog rn

#[ Mun's Art ]#sketches #volo #[ Pia only wants one thing and it's fucking disgusting (OoC) ]#/ / i promise to come back with actual writing content but atm i am simply.... very deaded

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croissant-enthusiast · 3 months

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Wollsocken und Zigaretten (und warme Umarmungen im Abendlicht)

Hey besties, es ist fanfiction Zeit!

Ich hab eine Pia/Esther fanfiction aus meinen Docs gekramt, die ich letztes Jahr im März geschrieben habe, love here, please read her!

Danke @starlighnes für's beta lesen und pressuren, I needed that! <3

5.6k Wörter, T-rated, keine Warnungen.

Esthers Augen sind wieder auf Pia gerichtet, wie sie da mit ihrer Kaffeetasse steht, das Gesicht voller Sommersprosse, die Augenlider schon schwer, obwohl es erst kurz vor eins ist. Sie muss aufpassen, dass ihr Blick nicht zu liebevoll wird. “Was ist denn hier los?” fragt Leo dann. Esther schaut zu ihm und sieht, dass er die Akte runter genommen hat und die beiden anblinzelt. “Wieso, was soll sein?” fragt Pia zurück. “Ihr steht da so,” erklärt Leo und gestikuliert mit der Akte in ihre Richtung, als ob das irgendwas erklärt. Esthers Mundwinkel zuckt. “Wie denn?” *** Esther und Pia sind zusammen, Adam und Leo spekulieren.

Den Link findet ihr im Reblog!

#ich bin echt stolz auf die hier!#die Vibes sind soft und silly (my fave)#tatort saarbrücken #spatort #pia heinrich #esther baumann #leo hölzer #adam schürk #tatort saarbrücken #linden writes stuff #pia x esther

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bcdrawsandwrites · 6 months

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Day 6: Conditioning / Mind control / Forced to hurt someone else Characters: The Psychic 7 Warnings: Brief mention of animal death Summary: Everyone was giving their all, and yet Ford could hardly bring himself to move.

His shaking hand was outstretched before him.

Otto had frozen the water; it hadn't given them the advantage they'd hoped for. Somehow L--Mal--she was stronger than they could have ever imagined.

Please, Ford thought. I can't.

She was cackling as she destroyed Cassie's book, striking her in the face with the water that moved through it.

Ford's heart wrenched, distantly. While some small part of him remembered the hours she had poured into that speech, his eyes were still on her.

Don't make me do this, please.

There was Helmut's monologue, which had brought all of them--including Helmut himself--to tears when they'd all first heard it. It nearly brought her back, and Ford's heart had leaped, but then something snapped within her, and she lashed out even harder.

Ford's hands still shook.

Compton's animals were taken out in a flood. He'd spent all his energy rallying them, all for naught. The animals washed out over the frozen lake, some fleeing, some lying still and quiet.

Why did it have to come to this?

"Ford!" Otto cried out over the wind and raging water. "Do something!"

His hands were shaking.

In the absence of his actions, Bob threw his everything into the fight, summoning plants from beneath the depths. He fought hard, but she fought harder, and a giant, angry wave and watery claw swept at him.

Ford stopped breathing.

"BOB!" "NO!" "DO SOMETHING!"

Before he could think, Helmut flung himself in the way of the watery forms, which sent him crashing clear through the ice.

Ford remembered reaching down with telekinesis, and bringing up nothing. The next thing he knew, the air was full of noise that he could not hear--shouting and screaming and wailing all crashing together into a hellish radio static as he stared into the hole in the ice.

But the fighting had stopped.

Slowly Ford looked up, and he met her eyes, and he could see it--that fleeting flash of horror, regret, agony.

It was gone in an instant, like a raindrop in the sea.

And then she was grinning, eyes wide and manic, rushing toward them on an icy wave.

As much as his heart ached, he knew what he had to do.

I'm sorry, Lucretia.

Charging an agonized psi-blast, Ford ran to fight her.

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encrucijada · 3 months

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might be silly and write bullet points for a possible tears of the kingdom fic 🫶

#i really like the lore we got but i can never let go of my first thoughts when seeing the opening of the game #i thought rauru was the original hero of legend #not skyward sword link but The Hero. hylia's hero #and i thought zelda would be accompanied by a zonai of her own who'd be hylia #i thought the statue at the end of every shrine were the first zelda (ss zelda basically) and hylia #and i Know the lore between games doesn't have to match up #but botw had the perfect excuse of being set like 10k years in the future so it made every past game possible #and then totk was like lol we're going back to the start of the timeline and it's Not skyward sword #it's personally annoying TO ME ‼️#so i want to write that version that lives in my head #where the zonai are the original species and some ascended into gods #hence farore. din. and nayru being dragons #i'm also annoyed totk ganondorf is like a mixture betwee demise and oot ganondorf #tf you mean he was trapped under eath hyrule castle?? did he not reincarnate during that time?? aside from manifesting as calamity twice??#is totk not the beginning of the timeline. instead its “past timeline” is just what happens before botw but not any of the other games #hyrule how has it been more than 10k and you haven't invented the industrial revolution #i digress sorry for the tags bible #pia writes fanfic

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thefortysecondolive · 11 months

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Mai, 2023: Da war nur ein Bett...

für das monatliche prompt von @spatortprompts!

Normalerweise, wenn Pia überhaupt schläft, dann schläft sie wie ein verdammter Stein. Doch diese Nacht ist auf so viele Ebenen bestimmt nicht normalerweise, und deshalb ist sie noch mal wieder wach.

Eigentlich könnte es dafür einige Gründe geben: die Geräusche des Sturms, die stille, schwüle Luft in dem Zimmer, die scheißunbequeme Matratze. Weil sie hatten es gar nicht vorgehabt, hier zu übernachten, schläft sie auch noch in ihren Jeans. Die alte Dame, die das Haus besitzt, hat irgendwo ein paar alten Nachthemden gefunden, aber keine Pyjamahose, und ohne Hose im gleichen Raum mit ihrem Kollegen zu schlafen ist Pia halt total unangebracht vorgekommen.

Nach ein paar Atemzüge stellt sie sich fest, dass weder Sturm noch Matratze noch Jeans sie geweckt hat, sondern der besagte Kollege. Sein Atem hallt in dem kleinen, unter dem Dach gesteckten Zimmer, panisch und schwer als sei er gerade zehn Kilometer gerannt. Darin gibt’s irgendwie ein greller Ton, kein Schrei aber so richtig kurz davor. Im stockfinsteren Raum lauscht Pia einige Momente mehr dazu, aber die Panik verringert nicht.

„Leo?“ wagt sie schließlich.

Er flucht leise, atmet kurz durch. „‘S tut mir leid. Hab‘ ich dich geweckt?“

„Nee, ist schon gut,“ lügt sie. „Ich schlafe sowieso schlecht.“ Das zumindest ist doch wahr. Sie zögert noch einen Moment. Im Dunkel kann sie nichts von Leos Haltung oder Gesichtsausdruck erkennen, aber das muss sie auch nicht, um zu vermuten, dass da was nicht in Ordnung ist. „Alles okay bei dir?“

Er lacht, hoch und hilflos und außer Atem, und sagt nichts.

Pia richtet sich auf und stützt sich auf die Hände ab. „Das klingt nicht wirklich nach einem Ja,“ merkt sie an.

An der anderen Seite des Raums hört sie Leo tief durchatmen. Er räuspert sich und raunt, kaum verhörbar unter dem Sturm, „War nur ein Albtraum. Die sind schlimmer geworden, seit der Sache mit dem – mit der Heimatschänke.“ Jetzt, wo er mehrere Wörter zusammenlegt, kann sie seinem Ton erkennen. Es ist derselbe Ton mit dem er vor so vielen Monaten gesprochen hat, als er vor der Pinnwand an der Kante eines Tisches lehnte und endlich mal über das mit der Garage sprach. Jetzt wie damals lallen seine Wörter ungeschickt und ein bisschen stockend hintereinander, als würde er sie verschlucken, wenn er sie nicht alle sofort rausbrachte.

Sie kennt den Ton. Es ist ja gar nicht das erste Mal, dass sie dazu gehört hat, wie Leo gegen Tränen kämpft. Der Mann trägt einfach manchmal das Herz auf der Brust – wofür Pia ihn eigentlich respektiert, nicht, dass sie das sagen würde. Und mittlerweile weiß sie auch, dass er meistens ziemlich beschissen schläft, denn schließlich haben sie beide genug Nächte wach ins Präsidium verbracht. Doch sowas zu wissen und sowas zu erleben – vor allem hier und jetzt, mitten in der Nacht in dem Gästezimmer (beziehungsweise alten Kinderzimmer) eines kleinen, im Wald versteckten Hauses, unter einem Sturm, der keineswegs abzuschwächen scheint – sind zwei ganz verschiedenen Sachen.

Pia atmet tief ein und lehnt sich nach vorne, stützt sich jetzt mit en Unterarmen an den Oberschenkeln ab. „Möchtest du drüber reden?“ Im Tageslicht hätte sie wahrscheinlich nicht gefragt; Herz auf der Brust oder nicht spricht Leo eher nicht über seine Gefühle. Aber im Dunkel fühlt sich alles anders aus, und hier zu sitzen und bloß zu schweigen, während Leo fast schon krampfhaft versucht, sich zusammenzureißen – das kann Pia nicht. „Leo?“ fügt sie leise zu.

„Schon gut,“ flüstert er, wenig überzeugend.

„Sicher?“ Er seufzt zitternd, und es stecht in Pias Brust. „Hey,“ führt sie fort. Sie rutscht herum, bis sie auf der Kante des Bettes setzen kann, die Decke über ihren Schultern gelegt. Sie breitet die Arme aus, hofft, dass er die Geste zumindest ahnen kann. „Komm her.“

„Pia. Du musst das nicht –“ Das zumindest klingt ein bisschen ruhiger, doch sie fallt ihm trotzdem ins Wort.

„Nee, ich weiß. Will ich aber.“ Lass dir doch helfen, will sie noch zufügen, aber das ist irgendwie zu direkt, auch hier im Dunkel, wo sie sich gegenseitig die Gesichter nicht sehen kann. „Leo, komm schon. Oder nimm einfach das Bett, du kannst es wahrscheinlich besser gebrauchen. Ein Schichtwechsel könnte nicht schaden, oder?“ Eigentlich hat Leo darauf bestanden, dass Pia das Bett nimmt. Ihr macht’s keinen großen Unterschied – vermutlich hätten sie beide genauso schlecht geschlafen, wenn Pia das Sessel genommen hat – aber eine Debatte war es auch nicht wert gewesen.

Es dauert noch einen Moment, aber dann hört sie, wie er langsam aufsteht und vorsichtig zu ihr tritt. Sie kann seine Gestalt nur knapp erkennen, aber er stolpert nicht und lässt sich schließlich direkt neben ihr auf die Matratze sinken. Etwas zögerlich liegt sie ihm einen Arm (and damit auch die Decke) um die Schultern. „Okay?“

Er antwortet nicht, aber sie spürt sein Nicken, also sie drückt ein bisschen fester, lässt ihn ein bisschen an ihre Seite lehnen. Die Stellung ist leicht unangenehm, denn nämlich ist er einen guten halben Kopf größer als sie und immer noch angespannt, aber nach ein paar Minuten mehr atmet er langsam aus und scheint in sich zusammenzufallen. Er lässt den Kopf auf ihrer Schulter ruhen, unerwartet aber irgendwie auch selbstverständlich, und sie halt momentlang den Atem an. Sie hat sich noch nie wirklich vertraut, Leo auch nur halbwegs zu umarmen, obwohl sie schon lange von ihm gedacht hat, dass er es braucht. Doch er rührt sich nicht, weicht nicht wieder zurück, also auch Pia lässt sich in dieser komischen halb-Umarmung wieder entspannen.

In dem zeitlosen Dunkel versucht sie, langsam und regulär zu atmen. Draußen wütet der Sturm immer noch; Regen schlägt auf dem Dach und gegen das kleine Fenster, und die umgebenden Bäume stöhnen und knarren mit dem aufwühlenden Wind. Ab und zu reißen Blitzschläge den Himmel auseinander, erleuchten für nur den Bruchteil einer Sekunde das kleine Zimmer. Jedes Mal hinterlassen sie den Raum noch dunkler als bevor. Leo lehnt sich schwer und still gegen ihre Seite, seinen Atem leise und regelmäßig. Sie glaubt nicht, dass er wieder eingeschlafen hat.

Sie hätten eigentlich gar nicht heimfahren können. Es wäre gefährlich gewesen, unvernünftig auf eine Art, die an Lebensmüdigkeit grenzt. Es war schon fast Abend gewesen, als der Sturm seine volle Kraft erreicht hat, und dann war die Sonne langsam runtergegangen und die alte Dame, bei der sie zu Besuch und zu Befragung waren, hat ihnen dieses Zimmer angeboten, und sie hätten nichts anders können, als zuzusagen. Leo ist einige lange Minuten lang auf und ab über den knarrenden Dielen geschritten, während Pia versuchte, genug Empfang zu kriegen, um eine Nachricht an Esther und Adam zu schicken. Letztendlich hat das alles doch nichts gebracht und sie haben ihrem Schicksal gefügt und sich für die Nacht fertiggemacht.

Es hätte schlimmer sein können, muss Pia sich jetzt feststellen. Auch mit dem Sturm und dem beschissenen Schlaf und Leos Albträumen – es hätte schlimmer sein können. Zumindest sind sie beide hier; alleine wäre diese unbekannte, dunkle Weltecke fast schon unerträglich. Zu zweit ist auch die Schlaflosigkeit ein bisschen leichter, und obwohl Pia es nur ungern eingesteht, tut es ihr wahrscheinlich auch gut, so hier mit Leo zu sitzen – sowohl wegen des Körperkontakts als auch des Wissens, dass Leo ihr genug dafür vertraut.

Schließlich legt sie die Wange auf Leos Kopf, worauf er nur mit einem leisen Brummen reagiert. Sie brummt ebenso leise zurück und lässt die Augen endlich wieder zufallen. Langsam gehen die Nacht und der Sturm an ihnen vorbei, und irgendwann wird der erste Schimmer von Morgenlicht durch das Fenster einschleichen, aber bis dann reicht es, einfach gemeinsam auf der Bettkante zu sitzen mit der Decke über ihren Schultern gelegt.

#Spatort #writing #fanfic #Leo Hölzer #Pia Heinrich #tatort saarbrücken #prompts #Hörk bed-sharing hab ich schon geschrieben also jetzt mal ein bisschen Pia & Leo content

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apfelhalm · 3 months

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"Adam ist wieder da", sagt Leo so beiläufig wie möglich. Als wäre die Aussage nicht das Verrückteste, was er seit Monaten von sich gegeben hat.

Caro isst weiter, doch ihre Bewegungen bremsen einen Moment lang aus, als hätte sie Sand im Getriebe, als müsste sie sich neu justieren. "Adam?" fragt sie genauso beiläufig, genauso bedeutungschwanger. "Adam, dein Bruder?"

Leo nickt kaum merklich.

Sie scheint ihre nächsten Worte abzuwägen, während sie kaut. "Willst du mir nicht endlich erzählen, was damals los war?"

Möchte er das? Eigentlich nicht. Caro hat eine grobe Idee von seiner "komplizierten Familiensituation", aber das meiste hat er ihr verschwiegen. Er hat ihr überhaupt sehr viel verschwiegen - einer der Gründe, warum ihre Ehe auch ziemlich schnell wieder in die Brüche gegangen ist.

"Leo, red mit mir", sagt sie, greift nach seiner Hand und er fühlt sich an die zahllosen Abende erinnert, an denen sie vergeblich versucht hat zu ihm durchzudringen. Immer und immer wieder, bis sie irgendwann aufgegeben hat. Trotzdem - trotz des Schweigens, trotz der Scheidung - ist Caro einer der wenigen Menschen in seinem Leben, die geblieben sind. Jemand, der sich festgebissen hat. Der sich gekümmert hat. Vermutlich war da auch ein bisschen Mitleid im Spiel, aber Fakt ist: Caro ist geblieben. (Adam nicht.) Zumindest ein bisschen Wahrheit steht ihr zu.

"Mein- Unser Vater hat ihn geschlagen. Hat ihn gequält … so richtig." Leo atmet schnaubend aus, während er seine Gabel ablegt. Er erzählt von dem gnadenlosen Training, von dem Geschrei, von den Demütigungen. Caros Augenbrauen furchen sich mit jedem Satz ein bisschen tiefer und in ihren Augen kann er Sorge erkennen, die Angst, dass es ihm genauso ergangen sein muss. Leo schüttelt vehement den Kopf. "Mich hat er ab und zu angeschrieen, aber das meiste hat Adam abbekommen. Er konnte es dem Alten nie recht machen, egal, was er versucht hat. Und ich … ich bin durchgerutscht. Hatte Glück. Irgendwie."

Vielleicht weil Adam der Ältere war. Vielleicht weil Leo die Noten abgeliefert hat, für die Adam sich immer abrackern musste und sie dennoch nicht erreicht hat. Vielleicht weil Leo schon damals gut darin war, unsichtbar zu sein. (Die Leute haben schon immer gesagt, er käme mehr nach seiner Mutter.) Vielleicht … vielleicht auch, weil Adam mit Absicht den Zorn ihres Vaters auf sich gezogen hat, damit zumindest einer von ihnen Ruhe hatte. Und Leo hat stumm zugesehen, immer wieder, bis es fast zu spät war.

"… ich konnte ihm nicht helfen", sagt er und fühlt, wie Caro seine Hand drückt.

"Du warst noch ein Kind", sagt ihre Stimme von ganz weit weg und Leo verkneift sich ein weiteres Kopfschütteln. Caro kann nicht wissen, wie es damals war. Was wirklich passiert ist. Mehr als dieses Stück Wahrheit kann er ihr nicht geben. Es gibt Dinge, die werden Adam und er mit ins Grab nehmen, aber das ist okay. Leo ist gut im Fresse halten, Wegducken, Durchrutschen. Es hat ihn durch seine Kindheit gebracht, durch die fünfzehn Jahre ohne Adam und es wird ihn auch durch alles andere bringen.

Wenn Leo etwas kann, dann ertragen.

#tess is kind of writing #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#this is NOT incest but i was tempted #might still write an incest snippet if i have time #my headcanon is that leo jumped at the first chance to pretend he's normal and lose his last name #so he agreed to marry caro but obviously that was doomed to fail #he kept the name though so neither pia nor esther know of his and adam's connection up until hdw maybe

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pia-writes-things · 23 days

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20 questions for writers

Thanks for the tag @capybaraonabicycle, this was really fun!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

24!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

116,345

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly Doctor Who, but I write for a lot of fandoms :

Doctor Who (8) Engrenages (2) One Day at a Time (2) Kaamelott (2) ER (2) Stranger Things (2) The Wheel of Time (1) The Marvelous Mrs Maisel (1) Grace and Frankie (1) (this one is a crossover tho) Spellslinger (1) Big Little Lies (1) Les combattantes (1) Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (1) (also a crossover) HPI (1) (the counterpart to the G&F crossover)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

My extended fam : a multi-companion DW story that focuses on the companions staying on Earth and how they all deal with alien invasions and other wibbly-wobbly stuffs when the Doctor isn't around.

Ways to Heal : my current work in progress ! It's set after season 13 and deals with the aftermath of it, and more generally with all the various traumas all the companions have suffered while and after travelling with the Doctor.

Who am I if I don't have what it takes : a Stranger Things one-shot dealing with El's trauma and especially her trauma after season 4 and what happened to Max.

Night conversation : a One Day at a Time one-shot dealing with Elena's reaction to her father not accepting her sexuality.

Day two : You. Me. Handcuffs : a very short one-shot I wrote for a DW fanfic challenge. It's about Donna and the Doctor, and River.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Always !! Sometimes it's quite short, or late, or in private but I always try to answer, because I love to have conversations about what I write and what it means to people <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I honestly don't know tbh, because I'm very much a hurt/comfort kind of girl, and I always try to end on, at least, a hopeful note.

That being said, it's definitely Misunderstood! it's probably the only full-angst fic I've ever written but I was in my feels after WOT 207 and I wrote it through my tears (literally) 😭I think my no beta tag sums up pretty well my feelings 😬

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think it's probably Remonter la pente. I'm still quite proud of this story, it's 6 chapters of healing and talking and processing traumas and I ended it on quite a high note, so yeah, I really like it!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, never! I sometimes have people who comment what part of the story or characterisation they don't really agree on but it's always nice and more conversational than anything ☺

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No, and I cringe at the mere thought of it ^^

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I do and I love it ! That's actually how I started to write fanfictions, and my first ever posted fanfiction was a DW and CAOS fanfiction.

I don't know what counts as a "crazy" crossover but the most unexpected must be Waiting on a miracle! It took a lot of liberties and interpretations on my part to imagine a situation where Morgane from HPI and Grace from Grace & Frankie could meet but I like what I came up with and it was really fun to write.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so either!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope! I've wanted to, and sometimes I started planning it with friends but it never went further than that because *gestures at life in general*

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Well, I think it's the Doctor and River! They're certainly the ones I've written the most for ^^ Then they're followed by the Ponds, Guenièvre and Arthur from Kaamelott and Joyce and Hopper from Stranger Things. But tbh, I don't write that many "shippy" fanfics? I write a loooot of found family stuffs so ships aren't what I focus on the most, or at least, I focus on them more as a part of (found) family dynamics, you know?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Well, I don't have that many unfinished posted wips, I tend to not post my unfinished works, or not to post until I'm sure I'm committed to finish it. I guess I'd like to add chapters and one-shots to The path of funny stories because we greatly lack fanfictions for the Spellslinger series but it's quite hard for me to write fanfictions for books, so I don't know if I'll ever get around to it ^^

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think dialogues and chracterisation? That's what I get complimented the most for in the comments at least! I also know I write stories with a big cast quite well, or so I've been told ^^ Which tracks, because dialogues, characterisation and interactions between people is what I like writing the most, and what I pay the most attention to!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions!! It's directly correlated to my love of writing dialogues but I know I'm not very good and I struggle a lot with establishing scenes, descrbing the surroundings and what the characters are doing besides just talking. I try to pay attention to it and to work on my description and tone skills but I doesn't come as easy.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

It's hard!! I've only ever done it for my One Day at a Time fanfics but, besides my lack of confidence in Spanish at the time, I find it really hard to make it feel natural and to make the scene flow when switching between languages.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Chilling adventures of Sabrina !

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

That's haaaaard! How am I supposed to choose between my babies like that?

I have a soft spot for My Extended Fam because it was my longest fanfic for a while, and I absolutely adored writing it. I grew a lot as a writer while writing it and it's still one of my most beloved fanfic, which makes me really happy and proud.

Remonter la pente is also one of my favourite, because I think it's one of the first fanfic for which I really felt like a part of a fandom community and like I truly shared the stories with people, especially thanks to @moon-arts02- who wonderfully illustrated every chapter 🥰🥰🥰🥰

I'll tag some of my writer mutuals but absolutely 0 pressures, this was just a lot of fun to do, and I loved the retrospective it made me do through my writing :

@bourbon-ontherocks, @hemerae-ramblings, @everybodyknows-everybodydies, @bwayfan25, @thehappyegg, @saecookie, @imdefyingmavity, @cecret-with-a-c

#that was so fun to do!!#writing #tag game #capybaraonabicycle #pia's oversharing

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blooberry-bagel · 1 month

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idea...

calling your bf on your wand like in wizards of waverly place. having to make those silly noises as u dial into the wand then hold it to your ear as it rings before he picks up on the receiving end. u just talk from your own dorm rooms, struggling to simultaneously put on your respective uniforms n get ready for the day. ur doing your skincare and makeup as u catch eo up on what dreams u experienced that night n how u cant wait to see eo in the great hall for breakfast. perhaps there's a speaker mode option?

a/n. this is the first thing ive ever written n posted 🫣 pls be nice but id appreciate any thoughts or feedback 😁

#pia writes ?!#slytherin boys #theo nott #mattheo riddle #enzo berkshire #draco malfoy #blaise zabini #tom riddle #harry potter blurbs

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buckactuallys · 1 month

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hi pia i'm thinking about heart eyes diaz again so "15. watching their oblivious s/o lovingly" spoke to me

frida my love! so true, it fits perfectly <3

[read on ao3]

When Bobby offered Eddie the spot on the 118, he fully intended for him to become Buck’s partner on the job. He picked him specifically for that, feeling like Eddie could be exactly the kind of person Buck needed to become the amazing firefighter he had the potential to be.

He also hoped they’d get along on a personal level too, obviously – his entire team is built on that hope. Eddie was supposed to fit with all of them, but Buck most of all.

Now, as he’s standing in the firehouse kitchen with a clear view of Eddie at the table, his chin resting on his hand as he watches Buck explaining something to Hen with big gestures across from him, Bobby can’t help but think that this all worked out much better than he could ever have hoped.

They’ve had their ups and downs – Buck and Eddie, yes, but all of them, really – but if that time a year or two where their team was splintering was good for anything, it was making it clear just how lucky they are to be working with this team. How lucky they are to have this family, at work and outside of it.

Eddie’s face is soft, almost tender, as he looks at Buck, who’s still focused on Hen.

It gives Bobby pause.

These two have had a special connection from nearly the beginning on, except for that short period where Buck’s irrational fear of being replaced translated to hostility. Since then, Bobby has watched them become friends, then best friends very quickly, and eventually, they grew into their own little family unit within their bigger family.

He’s aware of this, aware of how important they are to each other. How could he not? He’s seen them go through the worst and the best times together, seen them support each other, seen them grieve for each other.

He’s even seen this expression on Eddie’s face before, usually in flashes or from far away. Never as open and unguarded, so obviously full of love, without caring who sees it.

Bobby turns back to the food he’s preparing and can’t help thinking that maybe he’s missed one more layer of it after all.

So when, two weeks later, Bobby gets another up close look at the look on Eddie’s face while Buck is stumbling his way through an explanation for why they need disclosure of relationship forms, he’s not completely surprised.

“So we, uh, wanted to talk to you because– You see, Eddie and I, we sort of, um, realized recently,” Buck stammers, and all the while, Eddie smiles at the side of his face like he’s the best thing he’s ever seen. “That what we f-feel for each other, is, um–”

“Buck,” Bobby interrupts him gently. “Are you trying to tell me that the two of you are in a relationship?”

“Yes, he is,” Eddie says, and he’s still smiling at Buck, who doesn’t seem to have noticed. “We are.”

At that, Buck turns towards him and his face melts into a smile like he can’t help it.

“Yeah,” he says, without looking away from Eddie.

Bobby watches them smile at each other for a minute, fondly, but eventually, he clears his throat.

Eddie blinks and turns to him first. “Um, sorry. So, what forms do we have to fill out? And is there anything else we need to do?”

“We– We know there’s a married couple working the same shift at the 139, so we’re good, right? We can keep working together?” Buck asks worriedly.

“I don’t see why not,” Bobby says. “I’ve got a whole stack of forms I can give you to take home with you, you can bring them back signed on your next shift. Apart from that, it’s up to my recommendation. If I find that you can’t work together with appropriate professionalism anymore, then I can recommend that one of you is moved to another station. But you’re not in the same chain of command and I assume that your feelings at least aren’t all that new, are they?”

“They’re not,” both of them say at almost the same time, then smile at each other again.

“Then I see no reason why you shouldn’t work just as well together now that you’re making it official,” Bobby says, and finally lets the captain act drop with a smile. “So you’re happy?”

“Yeah,” Buck breathes. “Yeah, Bobby, we’re so happy.”

Eddie reaches for his hand and Buck grips it tightly.

“Disgustingly so, if you believe Christopher,” Eddie grins, and Bobby laughs.

“Well, I’m really happy for you. You both deserve happiness, and looking at you right now – well, it just makes sense that you found it with each other.”

“Thanks, Bobby,” Eddie says, eyes bright.

Bobby remembers him sitting in front of him like this, but alone, adrift, scared. He remembers how worried he was that he’d never be happy.

And Buck – how lost he used to feel, never aware of how loved he already was by the people in his life, always chasing after the idea he’d built up in his head.

Well, it kind of makes Bobby want to congratulate himself for pairing these two up.

A year later, while Bobby is recounting the story of Buck and Eddie from his view at their wedding reception, his eyes keep straying to the grooms.

Buck is watching him with teary eyes and a wobbly smile that makes Bobby choke up a little, but Eddie is looking at Buck. He’s wearing that same tender, lovesick expression Bobby has seen on his face so many times by now, and he finds himself hoping that the wedding photographer will capture it in one of their photos, because he’d like Buck to get a good look at it.

He knows that Buck knows that Eddie loves him, but knowing Buck, it wouldn’t hurt for him to see photographic evidence of the naked adoration on his new husband’s face.

But he shouldn’t have worried, because when Buck turns to look at Eddie, his expression doesn’t waver at all. Buck doesn’t seem surprised to see it, either, so clearly he’s not as oblivious as Bobby may have thought.

Good, he thinks. Everything is exactly as it’s supposed to be, and better than he ever could have hoped.

He smiles and lifts his glass to finish his toast. “To Buck and Eddie. May you always look at each other the way you are right now.”

#thanks for the prompt <3 #buddie #911fic #911 #buddie fic #ask #leothil #frida tag #pia writes

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not-poignant · 2 months

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people: what genre to you write?

me: what genres do you have?

people: i beg your pardon?

me: how many do you have?

people: ...no it's... no it's not- it's a simple question, you pick a genre and...

me: can i have ten?

people: so if you write ten different stories you can-

me: -can i put 10 in the same story?

people: ...it tastes better if you just have one.

me: eleven is my lucky number, make a wish!

people: huh?

me: ELEVEN GENRES! HAHA!

people: okay so...um. alright. fine. what are the genres?

me: what?

people: what are those eleven genres?

me: how many do you have?

people: /visibly angry/ YOU TOLD ME ELEVEN

me: okay cool you can figure them out /passes them a story/

people: /holding the story like a book by the corner after it's been soaking in a used toilet for several days/ i don't want this

me: /quietly passing the people more genres/

people: who are you

me: /passes more genres/

people: STOP. GIVING. ME. GENRES. AND. PICK. ONE.

me: hurt/comfort

people: ...a real one.

me: hurt/comfort

people: a real one that i can find in a bookstore

me: /confused face/ but my books aren't in bookstores, i'm writing serials

people: /screaming at the sky/

me: /bouncing in excitement/

people: give. me. a. real. genre.

me: okay how many do you have?

people: /walk away/

me: c: c: c:

#i am fully aware of how annoying this is but this is how my brain works sadly #sdalkfjdsaflkjdsa #pia on writing #just gonna keep on working on my silly stories #hurt/comfort is a real genre fight me

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croissant-enthusiast · 22 days

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Ich wurde von @juliaandthephantoms mit meinem Main Blog getagged, aber beim Thema Spatort beantworte ich das mal hier 😌

The WIP I’m actually “working on”: das Team ermittelt wegen eines Mordes in einer Gay Bar, der Fall nimmt sie alle mehr oder weniger stark mit (vor allem Pia, die muss richtig leiden, rip <3)

WIP I keep open in the background so I don’t feel guilty: *räusper* das Team ermittelt wegen eines Mordes in einer Gay Bar... Ja ist halt der gleiche, hab aktuell nur diesen einen lol

Imaginary project: Lehrer AU hehe, da denke ich schon seit über einem Jahr drüber nach, aber das würd ein großes Projekt werden und da hab ich leider keinen Space für 😔 (aber viele Gedanken drüber, die ich gerne teile, bitte fragt!!)

Passion project: immer noch besagter Gay Bar Fall, aber der liegt mir auch am Herzen, sowohl wegen des actual Falles, als auch weil ich viel auf Pia projecten kann!! Der secondary Titel könnte auch "Pia hat ADHS fic" heißen

WIP from 3 months ago: Mord in einer Gay Bar, etc etc, it's been a hot minute rip

Okay, ich lasse den Tag offen, spoons are low, aber wenn ihr das lest und das auch machen wollt, fühlt euch getagged <3

#spatort #tatort saarbrücken #pia heinrich #linden gets tagged in stuff #juliaandthephantoms #beloved <3 #linden writes stuff

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controlledhues · 3 months

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/ / tje urge to draw and post more mel

vs the urge to actually write stuff in here so it doesn't become an art blog

#[ Pia only wants one thing and it's fucking disgusting (OoC) ]#/ / help me i wanna write with peopleeee but i don't know howwww

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anonymouspuzzler · 1 year

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okay so I just read all the dialogue/info for the cally o'pia au and I am so hooked, that was such a perfect level concept ahhh!!! I might have missed some posts in the past but I'm a little confused on how he fits into the Psychonauts 1 timeline in terms of why he took on the Loboto identity and how being "Dr. Loboto" played into his work with Oleander! Kind of obsessed with how you rearranged the setup so well!

OHH SHUCKS... THANK YOU... i don't think i actually Have talked about the cally/loboto thing anywhere here so seems like as perfect an opportunity as any to do it now! i will attempt to explain my Vision

the general idea is that in this au, after the whole Maligula Every and transition of the Psychonauts from "hippie scientists in the woods" to "government organization", Cally starts... losing a little of the love for it, essentially. watching his family fall out of it and struggle and things clearly being kept from him, getting disillusioned with the whole affair, and eventually this escalates to him going "well if no one's gonna tell me what's up I'll just dig myself" and creating the Dr. Loboto persona for illicit undercover work. as far as the ne'er-do-wells of the world know, Dr. Loboto's pretty much as he is in canon, a kinda looney freelancer who'll build you whatever for the right price, but in actuality he does a lot of information-gathering, subtle sabotage, and the like. (shortly before the original game, he got an In with the delugianists, which of course is what leads to the events of RoR and Psychonauts 2 - that much I think I implied in the level concept haha)

in terms of Oleander and the original timeline - Oleander was pretty much the only one who knew about Cal's moonlighting (since, you know, they'd been dating off and on for A While - for as frequent and ferocious as their breakups were, they were also Extremely Close when the relationship Was going well). when he had his whole Oleander Moment leading up to the first game, he recruited-slash-lightly-blackmailed Cal into helping with the brain tank plot - Cal agreed mostly to play internal damage control and help protect Morry from himself. (I have some rough concepts for how this changes the latter part of Psychonauts 1 that I gotta put to paper - the long and short is that "Dr. Loboto" is more obviously self-sabotaging and providing Raz the means to stop the whole plan when he makes it to Thorney Towers. He and the other agents don't learn that "Loboto" is actually Cally till RoR, though, which is something I also gotta write and flesh out more lmao)

#anonymous puzzler answers #anonymous puzzler writes #technovillain #i have a lotta rough notes on cally o pia au here that i gotta flesh out... the world must know...#plus those memory vaults. one a dese days......#psychonauts #psychonauts 2 spoilers #caligosto loboto

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