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currently writing a sskk fic and crying because i be writing these long-ass eloquent poetic paragraphs of dialogue when actual atsushi and akutagawa speak only in screams of each other's names (not even THAT, in aku's case)
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canonicallyanxious · 2 years
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[Spoilers for Fire Island (2022)]
Some of my favorite pride and prejudice adaptation choices from the movie Fire Island:
I mean the Bennets as queer found family is everything to me. it’s absolutely everything to me i think every iconic family from the literary classics should be adapted to the modern era as queer found family actually
Mrs. Bennet as an ostentatious and over-the-top but ultimately well-meaning and loving lesbian mother figure is so fucking inspired and Margaret Cho as this version of Mrs. Bennet??? they had their third eye wide fucking open with that casting choice [E: OH also how the Bennets’ struggle with wealth/social standing turned into Margaret Cho’s character having to sell their house on Fire Island! I thought that was such a fun and smart decision especially in the evolution of that storyline and how it impacted the character arcs in particular!]
The choice to adapt the Bennets publically embarrassing themselves at various dances as getting overly drunk and puking on everything was hilarious and tonally on point (and also as someone who had to act as the sober and sane one at a party of too-drunk people just last week way too timely lol)
i think when doing a modern-day adaptation of a jane austen novel it’s really easy to flatten or oversimplify the nuances of the social and class commentary built into those stories but mapping the complexity of p&p’s social hierarchy onto the gay subculture of the Fire Island’s Pines party and exploring the intersection of gayness with class, race, and body dysmorphia ended up fitting the spirit of the book so well, it was such a brilliant choice your MIND mr. joel kim booster!!!
Moreover those already existing themes of social/class commentary being integrated so seamlessly into Noah and Howie’s (Lizzie and Jane’s) experiences as queer Asian Americans, how that strengthens their relationship with each other and how that experience has impacted the way they interact with the world and protect themselves from societal pressures in such different ways (Noah being more outspoken to mask his own set of insecurities, Howie being more withdrawn but still having his own brand of quiet strength, etc.) and how that is deconstructed through their parallel character arcs - and the layers of Will (Darcy) being a queer Asian American (specifically of mixed heritage amidst a social circle of mostly white affluent men - the way in which Noah assumes he fits into that world but the subtle ways the movie challenges and breaks down that assumption to show that Will feels out of place in that world too) as well!!! If I had the braincells to scream about this for another ten thousand words i absolutely would
The way they kept Will writing Noah the letter for plot reasons that made sense - he remembered that Noah’s phone wasn’t working from one throwaway comment about how he’s the only one in the group who doesn’t have a phone! Will is exactly the kind of socially awkward but thoughtful nerd who feels more comfortable expressing himself through the written word! - made me SWOON i cannot believe they kept that in a way that worked SO WELL in such a ROMANTIC WAY!!!
Also just. Everything about Conrad Ricamora as Will/Mr. Darcy. can i say that’s a favorite adaptation choice of mine bc it absolutely is. Matthew Mcfayden and Colin Firth whomst i only know Will “saw his crush and immediately threw his ice cream cone into a bush and bolted away” lastname
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atopvisenyashill · 5 days
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[just black list the tag #rani liveblogs got if u don’t want to see me bitch]
changes from book to show i noticed
what do you think it says thematically that they change the execution ned is carrying out from gared to will. do you think it was just cheaper to hire one guy to be both the “point of view” for our intro to the others and to also be the person executed.
i KNOW what it says thematically that they end this open with a scary shocking gared gets beheaded by the white walker scene and completely cut waymar royce’s “dance with me then” last stand and it’s nothing very good.
i don’t know that i like that they gave the “what about you” “i’m not a stark” exchange to bran and jon instead of ned and jon. i feel like it hits more when it’s jon denying his own starkness to ned’s face and bran sitting there realizing what a big thing jon has done here. but maybe i’m being picky here.
i do love this jaime & cersei scene. establishes the incest early, that they aren’t the ones who killed jon arryn, and also nikolaj’s danish accent comes through sooooo bad but i like it let him do it and give no explanation it’s sexy.
the tyrion change sure is. very typical of d&d.
i understand why it’s easier to just have jon snow outside and if they had a stronger jon snow i think i’d find this change less annoying but jon snow getting drunk at the party and crying is like 80% of the reason i love him so much. whomst among us.
these people are cowards prudes and fake perverts for changing this to fully clothed cuddling from those horn dogs .25 seconds after they came. i don’t give a shit about those three dehydrated twenty year olds in the shaving scene, also jon snow is my son i do Not want to fuck him stop trying to make me want to fuck him and give me sweaty and naked sean bean and michelle fairley having political pillow talk dammit.
making that change from catelyn wanting ned to go and ned not wanting to into catelyn fighting with luwin for ned to stay and ned not saying anything. perfect combo of “man is always right” + “completely erasing cat’s canon personality” + “misunderstanding ned’s core trait of grief due to long term depression & ptsd as ned is an honorable fool” nonsense. also let sean bean be naked?? michelle is not even like old???
i do understand why george was annoyed at the wedding night change, he’s writing something much more subtle than this, buti do think that’s a sign that they are not writing as subtle as him in regard to like. literally everything but especially dany and especially her relationships.
general comments and bitching
the archery scene is so fucking good tho. the way bran just LAUNCHES himself over that barrel to go slap arya silly but he can’t catch her she’s gone she’s in the wind and jon rickon and robb are hooting and hollering. really great.
do you know how many people i know who thought that jon snow and catelyn were fuckin bc of the glare they added there. akskdkd.
i wish they’d differentiated between jeyne poole and beth cassel in this scene with some dialogue and arya hears the training outside eventually drown out their voices instead of complete silence. those girls were not just like, the Main socialization that arya & sansa get, they’re both important to the northern plot with jeyne poole being like foundational to both of their stories. but obviously we know where that one goes.
i always think of that “when he looks at MEEEEEE and i look at HIIIIIIM” post during the direwolf puppy scene
“but he’s coming right now! down our road!”
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i really like that arya is so mean to bran because he’s In Her Spot bc she’s next oldest so SHE goes next and HE goes next to the baby.
the way mark addy does that out of breath huffy “CAAAAAAAAAAAT” and hugs her is so funny to me i love every acting decision that man ever made.
honestly they really set emilia up by having most of her scenes be with harry lloyd when she can barely match kit harington and the daarios.
kit harington is always so much worse in this season than i ever remember. but that’s okay because lena headey, mark addy, and sean bean are also sooooo much better than i remember every single time.
the feast scene is also very good. the lil deranged moment between cersei catelyn and sansa. cat’s single nod to robb and him putting on the big brother and perfect heir face immediately. jaime so clearly wanting to fuck ned and ned cannot be more turned off by how desperate jaime is. amazing.
i remember reading an article about how this white opinion writer was like was that dothraki wedding racist. can you be racist against fictional people. you definitely can right?? anyways viserys looking really worried that murder is gonna fuck up his deal before laughing is so funny.
also the suddenness of “the things i do for love” is real good. i always gasp with bran when it happens, the way they time it is really good.
god i hope i don’t spend this much time bitching for every single episode. akskdjd. this is one of the good seasons.
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phoenixtakaramono · 10 months
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Sending another ask, because of lack of space: I loved the idea of the Fix-it because billy in it is pretty much steering HL away from his worst impulses, not because HL is automatically a better person when he's in love, but because their association has taught him how to think for himself, how to be more subtle, to not trust Vought uncritically and to gather information when possible before making a decision, and to think through how to present it to the public, instead of depending on PR only
Re: Fix-It AU Threadfic (🔗)
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Initially I started this threadfic because I saw a tweet of someone saying how there were no Fix-Its in the 200+ Butchlander fics on AO3 (sorry, my mistake 🙏, someone has reminded me that there is at least one):
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At the end of the day, I’m glad I was operating under an erroneous assumption because if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have bothered writing this.
The way I’d envisioned it: we start with that Diabolical episode where Homelander had just had his hero debut (~18 y/o), and that’s our future husbands’ first official Meet Cute (/j). Billy, at this juncture, is a young CIA operative (~23 y/o) but he has not met Becca yet. It’s essentially a honeypot/ honeytrap operation—but without the seduction at least not from Billy’s POV; the readers voted for the yandere speedrun option with Homelander planting cameras in Billy’s flat at the Flatiron, haha, so obviously certain things will follow because of that chosen route. It also allows us an opportunity to play with HL’s past as a lab-rat (I’m playing with the possibilities), and have that affect the threadfic.
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We then tie in the more important The Boys canon comic events and events from the TV version—and “fix” a couple of the more pivotal disastrous f*ck-ups such as the Cruz Chemical incident (animated show canon) and the crash of Transoceanic Flight 37 (TV canon), etc, with a couple original incidents if I’m feeling up to it.
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I love what you wrote about how HL’s not automatically made a better person just because he’s in love. Billy can steer him from his worst impulses to an extent. But at the end of the day, the idea is that whilst it is a Fix-It, and we are rewarding him with Billy as a boyfriend for his “good behavior” (later, so he gets his crush fulfilled), John as The Homelander is still not a very good man. I very much enjoy reading about a psycho narcissistic HL who has an obsessive crush, and I think a lot of people like reading that too. We have Billy as the hot older European young and bright CIA operative whomst HL wishes desperately to impress (gotta give it to a guy who’s infatuated). He one-sidedly envisions William Butcher as his partner-in-crime. William, in the threadfic, represents the CIA, a secret government intelligence agency that has the legitimacy Vought desperately wants—and so far only Homelander’s been given this opportunity. It’s a resource that only he has access to—and it makes him feel ✨special✨ —> William is special —> thus, William can only be his. Homelander doesn’t like to share (in this AU).
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The silver lining is this HL, while still objectively awful, haha, is encouraged at his younger age to not be so reliant on Vought—and that impact will carry into his 20s, 30s, and 40s. We are essentially weaning our brainwashed murderous baby from sucking the teat of corporate.
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vivispec · 11 months
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hey, i’m bloo/vivi (she/her, 25). feel free to send me asks/message me/tag me in stuff, i always love interaction!
mostly posting dragon age rn (and for the foreseeable future) but i’m also pretty big on bg3, outer wilds, mass effect, zelda, msa, ghibli, ancient magus bride, and lots of other things i pick up and put down. i do a lot of writing for my da ocs which you can find on my ao3 here.
speaking of, here are links to my big completed projects:
derecho (my submission for the 2023 dragon age big bang, with AMAZING art by neoendydy)
my whumptober 2022 collection (100% completed because. i have issues.)
under the cut are my dragon age ocs whomst i love dearly, and write about pretty much exclusively! i am a dirty dirty console player so janky quality be upon ye
just realized all but one of these bitches is elves. look. i told you i got issues ok.
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here we have my beloved viera’vun ‘viera’ lavellan, my inquisitor and a solasmancer (i am so sorry to her), as well as the oc i write most by far. she was a dalish hunter trained primarily in daggers, later specializing as a tempest. she is a pathfinder at heart whose greatest strengths are her perceptiveness and resilience, while her greatest weaknesses lie in her impulsivity, lack of assurance in her identity, and her tendency to run from her problems. i have a bunch of fucked up aus centered around her and all the situations i put her into! she likes to run, climb, and sing (she is Bad at it). varric calls her ‘finch’.
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iloniyn, my most preciousest boy. him and viera are hunting partners as well as (platonic) soulmates, a phenomenon known to the dalish as tael’inan. they are each one half of a whole. iloniyn is incredibly sarcastic, confident, and prickly, but tends to care deeply about those that he considers his people, and gives of himself freely to them (even if he complains while doing it). he is bonded to @sweetmage​‘s oc athimien, likes to whittle, is a great shot, and can play the lute. varric calls him ‘snipe’.
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ishme aeducan, a sharp, hard woman who will not be made a fool again. raised to navigate the subtle and dangerous world of dwarven politics, she is incredibly cunning, and often pulling the strings in any given situation. she is softened by alistair, who teaches her how to be a person as she teaches him how to be a king. wields dual blades as a warrior.
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taufei! oooh i love taufei. a leader alongside ishme by the end of origins, she is idealistic, friendly, and generally just a chill person to hang with. though content enough to do her own thing, once she sets her sights on something, she does not relent, often leading her into...hairy situations. those situations include wooing a witch of the wilds and having a sweet lil totally-not-in-any-way-shape-or-form-creepy baby with her! yippee! she was the second of her clan, though her magic was never incredibly powerful and, as such, she made her living on making and infusing potions for her clan. she is a skilled herbalist, knows enough archery to protect herself, and actually has really long luscious curls that Do Not Exist in game you are just going to have to trust me okay.
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kita tabris. she is...intense. if you are her friend she is kinda just a dudebro. picked up the big sword her mother used to wield and decided to learn how to use it because, hell yeah, big sword (which, as it so happens, is exactly what her mom did). if you are not her friend, she is. intense. finds battle thrilling, and isn’t afraid to spill blood. while she can come across as flippant or immature, much of her disregard stems from an avoidance of her more serious (and painful) thoughts and emotions. she is zevran’s gorgeous and incredibly powerful girlfriend whomst he adores and cherishes, and the fact that she can, will, and has crushed a man’s skull with her bare hands only strengthens his devotion. 
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araia surana, a very sweet young mage who is wholly overwhelmed by this big, new world around her. previously a teacher’s pet who didn’t much mind kinloch hold with little in the way of friends, jowan’s ‘betrayal’ left her reeling with nowhere to turn. while she is curious of the world beyond, she is also incredibly anxious. she picks up a habit of lying to avoid confrontation, and while she is very good at it, her dishonesty puts strain on her and leliana’s relationship early on. her passion is in ancient and forgotten magical techniques and practices. she loves listening to leliana’s stories of adventure and romance, and often plays ‘doll’ when her girlfriend decides she needs something to dress up. after the archdemon is defeated, she spearheads efforts to find the cure for the joining.
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gaycey-sketchit · 2 years
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WHOMST is your little guy 👀
I am about to ramble so much and vaguely complain about this Situation a bit. Thank you Natalie for this opportunity (genuine).
I was halfway joking about the "you'd never guess" thing because I feel like I am not subtle. Currently the one I'm way too fixated on is. Tracey Sketchit, of all characters. The embodiment of "just some guy", the Ash companion who stuck around the shortest number of episodes before being demoted to extra, who hasn't spoken a single line in about seventeen years, who most of the fandom either barely thinks about the existence of or actively dislikes (even though he has done nothing to deserve this). I love him so much. I can count the number of people I've come across who have him as a fave on one hand, and I'm pretty sure a person could at least very nearly count the fics in his AO3 tag that are actually about him (rather than having him as a background character) on their fingers too. The most common relationship tags in the aforementioned tag don't even include him--they're Ash/Misty and Ash/Gary by a longshot. And that's almost half the tag right there. (I am afraid to check FFNet, because FFNet is where bashfic lives and I know how some parts of the fandom feel/have felt about him.)
The upside to this whole situation is that the handful of people who do love him really love him, so while content is hard to find much of, there's a lot of love in what little exists. This fic is a good example of this, it is so beautifully and lovingly written that I teared up the first time I read it. And the second time.
As for how and why this happened, I... don't really know. He's already been in my top five since my Orange Islands rewatch back in late 2020/early 2021, but he's usually roughly tied for fifth place with Professor Oak rather than consuming all my thoughts. Part of it might be that he contrasts so nicely with Gary, who I find more fun to write than any other character, so they're really fun to write together--you've got this sweet, mild-mannered, normal guy juxtaposed against a loud bratty whirlwind of chaotic energy, it's fun. But I'm also just... deeply charmed by his personality on its own. He might not stand out like the louder and more chaotic company he keeps, but there's just something endearing about how he's sweet and gentle and polite so much of the time, and he's kind of on the shy side, but has moments where he gets really passionate about things and/or gets overexcited to the point of sort of throwing things like tact and common sense out the window. Like how his reaction to the TRio in his debut episode is to get really excited about the talking Meowth and then run right up to these criminals in the middle of doing a crime and try to give Meowth an interview. Also as a fellow creative I find his relationship with his art really relatable--it's clearly such a passion of his that he'll pretty much whip out his sketchbook and start drawing anywhere in any circumstances when inspiration strikes, but he also gets adorably self-conscious about it sometimes. He says early on that it's The Dream to have his sketches evaluated by Professor Oak and when this does happen at the end of Orange Islands, he is so nervous about it he starts shaking hard enough to shake the whole couch he is sitting on (along with Ash and Misty, who have to tell him to calm down). That moment is such a mood, that's exactly how showing your work to someone whose opinion you care a great deal about and waiting for them to say something about it feels (at least in my experience).
In conclusion. I love him.
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citrus-cactus · 3 years
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Finished the story of Psychonauts 2 last week! It was really good. Like, REALLY, really good. I don’t have anything profound to say, but here are my thoughts if you wanna read ‘em. Obviously there are SPOILERS BELOW, so click at your own risk if you haven’t played into post-game! (FWIW, I HIGHLY recommend playing this game as spoiler-free as possible. And play the original, while you’re at it!).
Here’s a pretty tame spoiler that I don’t think anyone will mind me sharing though: RAZ IS A CUTE. JUST LOOK AT HIM:
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Things I appreciated:
Raz asking permission before entering almost every brain
PET THE GOATS
BOBBY DANCE
Getting to see Whispering Rock a couple of different ways! Actually, the theme of showing events from multiple perspectives (and the different forms of trauma resulting from certain events) was really good.
Raz helping the Psychic Seven help themselves. The game is so gentle with these old damaged hippies. SO GOOD.
QUEEPIE AND FRAZIE and just… all the Aquatos, man. What a group.
The family being given space to grieve together (important) before yeeting their middle boy into the whirlpool (badass). And them still having a lot to unpack/figure out post-game. It’s complicated, man! Of COURSE they wouldn’t have it all figured out yet!
Larry and Pam! LOL.
SAM BOOLE, WTH. Best dialogue tree in the game??? XDDDD
WHOMST in-universe put the graffiti on the back side of the funicular? Oleander?? :O
I have not finished the Scavenger Hunt yet, so idk if Raz gets his clothes back. I’m betting not *shakes psychic fist at Norma* XD
Powers and combat were all really cool!
ANIMATION! ALSO!! REALLY!!! GOOD!!!!!
I’M STILL LOSING MY DANG MIND OVER RAZ’S ARCHETYPE, good god. Double Fine, you mad geniuses, how DARE you stage a Zim/Gir reunion in the year 2021??? If anyone has ever equipped the pin that mutes that delightful little paper lad, I cannot emphasize enough how dead you are to me XD
I thought Cassie sounded a little like Mona Marshall?? The credits proved me wrong, but there were several moments I thought “…maybe??” (I have a much easier time ID’ing her when she’s playing a boyish character than a woman, whoops!)
So much symbolism in the brains! “Subtle” is maybe the wrong word to use, but between some of the throwaway dialogue, the different subsections in each, and the different set designs, most of the mental states just felt more… complex? nuanced? than the first game.
I don’t actually know if I could pick a favorite level! Compton’s Cookoff was definitely the most unique (I would have appreciated the option to try the food challenges again, but “getting the best time” is obviously NOT THE POINT, so kudos to the game making it about the story/character and not about the player here!), and I really enjoyed the paper-and-book-aesthetic of Cassie’s! Bob’s boss battle was one of the most poignant, but the 60’s psychedelic aesthetic and Nona’s different layers were really creative and fun. I also liked that we got a few different styles for Raz (especially in the 2D sections!) but I always could have used more!
On that note though, CENSORS! IN!! SEQUINS!!! XDDDDDDD
THE MUSIC!!! My husband and I JUST realized that Peter McConnell scored the Sly Cooper series as well, so we have newfound RESPECT and AWE for this guy’s ability to write absolutely fantastic music in so many distinct styles and genres. Both of the songs w/ lyrics also slap.
The return/spiritual successor of Goggalor (Pootie-lor???). Amazing. Incredible. Did not expect it, loved it for how narratively important it was. The ending in general just made me quite emotional.
The post-game conversation between Truman and Lilli. Maybe I’m reading too much into it, but it absolutely RADIATES Tim Schafer dad/real-life daughter energy.
The Grulovia level was a really interesting way to introduce a villain. Based on every level previous, I was actually prepared for the game to offer some sympathetic facet of Gristol (such as finding out the ride was something he had been conditioned to think from a lifetime of hearing an idealized version of the story from his parents, and it was somewhere he would go to rationalize his actions despite not really believing them… or something), but obviously the longer you spend there, the more you realize it’s something he constructed himself, and he is actually delusional (er, delugional) about Maligula and his family’s legacy. Really sets up an interesting parallel with Raz, in a way. Gristol’s mental state is essentially that of a child… but Raz is an ACTUAL child, and demonstrates more maturity, empathy and understanding than both Gristol the kid (see the Mental Vaults) and Gristol the adult. Kind of amazing he was able to fool a whole building full of psychics for as long as he did (and I guess he was a fine mail clerk too??), but tl;dr I like how the game’s “true” villain is the only one who is unable to change/experience any sort of remorse for his actions (maybe the jury’s still out on Dr. Loboto though XD)
A little concerned that Hollis said Gristol’s fate was to be “experimentation,” and only corrected to say “therapy” when questioned by Raz. UM. This game does make it part of its point showing us the flaws in the Psychonauts, both as an organization and as individuals, leaving them in a bit of a mortally grey area (who are clearly mismanaging their resources if they have a whole Motherlobe of agents doing who-knows-what and their primary source of funding is running summer camps for psychic children). I am… definitely concerned about what Hollis said (as well as Otto’s assertion that he would be picking up where the Seven left off!), but I guess I can accept it as part of the theme that no one and nothing is perfect. Maybe that’s sequel fodder though??? (hey, I can dream about Psychonauts 3, can’t I? XD)
Genuinely though, I’m just… SO PROUD OF RAZ. He’s going to be such a good agent someday!!!*cries forever over one begoggled psychic acrobat son boy*
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siriusmydeer · 3 years
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Oh and Hello to you today you fine and brilliantly skilled author who I have came to love and adore, you see I know I’d already recently requested something from you but I had a taste of your absolutely amazingly fine talent and just had to come back for more
Ya see, this person here (hem hem, me) would like to ask if she could request something dealing with Young Remus Lupin Remmy Boi being a sweet older brother during the summer to his adoptive sister who is almost his age and very gay and him letting her hang out with him and the Mauraders because her friends were douchbags and skippy skip to Remus letting her rant about it while they sit in his bed, her head in his lap while she’s curled up in a ball and he’s half-heartedly reading while talking to her about her douche-bag friends before he cuddles his sis to his chest and lets her sleep in his bed that night
Anywho, sorry for annoyin you again but I’ve had a shit day and wanted to relax with one of my fav authors and a cuppa tea
baby i was so excited to write this, my internal message to homophobes lies within this one shot. y/n’s vent gave me very “gia ranting her her friends about being bi and it should be nobodies business”
my little sister
brother!remus lupin x fem!reader, girlfriend!marlene mckinnon x fem!reader
warnings: homophobia, mentions of slurs, mentions of conversion camp, angst? but not rly, fluffy remus, WOLFSTAR💋, swearing, jokingly mentions of murder, big brother energy from remus, um mentions of penises and masterbating😭, lowkey ravenclaw slander (ONLY MALES I PROMISE) and y/n being a baddie
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you were.... happy. yes, not in a sarcastic way. you had finally found a girl that didn’t just want to be your friend, or hate crime you. you found a girl that you wanted to kiss, a girl you wanted to love and girl that reciprocated that love. but unfortunately for you, your love choices had consequences and everyone else thought it was there business, commenting on it.
“𝗼𝗶, 𝗹𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗻! 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝘁?”
“𝗰’𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗹𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗻, 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘆𝗲𝘁?”
“𝗶 𝗯𝗲𝘁 𝘆/𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹.”
“𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗲, 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁? 𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗶’𝗺 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.”
so to society, you weren’t normal. the worst part was you weren’t always the one hearing it, the girls in your dorm heard it, your brother heard about it and his best friends also happen to hear about it. that also never happened to stop them from shooting a hex or 20 in someone’s direction but, nonetheless, you “weren’t normal.”
you were sitting in the library studying next to your gorgeous girlfriend, marlene mckinnon. oh did something as innocent as studying get flipped into so much more, both of you working on mcgonagalls transfiguration homework. all fine and well until the 7th year ravenclaws decided to crawl up your butt and die.
“i see you two haven’t been sent away yet.”
“aw well if it isn’t the two girls who think they’re in love.”
“the two fa-“
one of the boys didn’t even get to finish his sentence before your wand was pinned against his neck, and suddenly he was speechless.
“‘m gonna say this as delicately as possible to spare your shit feelings but, before you finish your very derogatory sentence i would love for you to reconsider your words.” you started, “i personally think it’s hilarious that you gits are so bothered by whomst m’intimate with.”
“for being known as the smart house, you 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 are so bloody stupid. i could rip out my own brain and give it to you and it still wouldn’t be enough for you to learn how to mind your damn business.” you said firmly, “your 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗸 has sunken into the air, so me and my girlfriend are going to get going.”
you took your wand away from his neck before the 3 boys scrambled to the other side of the library, in fear. you gathered both you, and marlene’s things before slinging your bags over your shoulder and walking out of the library. before you could turn the corner, her other arm gripped your arm putting you both to a halt.
you turned towards her beet red face, and eyes shining in adoration. “dude, i think that was the hottest thing you have ever done.” she said before pulling you into a lip lock outside of the library. would you have been very nervous in any other situation?absolutely. i mean you were kissing a female, in public, at school, in 1975. but in this moment you couldn’t care less about anything or anyone, just the beautiful girl that you were besotted with kissing you right now.
“good.” you giggled as you pulled away before pulling her arm in the direction of one of the hidden corridors.
the next time you found yourself diminished over your sexuality, you went to people who you genuinely felt safe and comfortable with. you burst through the marauders dorm, forgetting to knock but quickly covering your eyes.
“i really hope none of you are masterbating right now, because i’m sure as not in the mood to see a penis.”
“c’mon mini-moony, you’re literally never in the mood to see a penis.” sirius replied, you uncovered your eyes and saw sirius walk over to remus’ bed and put his head on remus’ shoulder, and a light blush covered both of there faces. james on the other hand was on the floor writing lily, one of the only other people who supported you, another love letter.
“ok so let me start, sirius and remus please splash some cold water on your face. james, get off your arse and actually be a normal person and try and have a normal conversation with lily because i assure you she doesn’t even read those letters. and the grand finale, if i get called 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 one more damn time necks will be broken and body parts and fluids will scatter on the floor.” you huffed, and sat at end of remus’ bed nonchalantly.
at the part of your mini-monologue where you mentioned being called a slur, james and sirius happened to jump from where they were, surrounding you with questions. “who called you that?!” “i need names, now, mini-moony.” meanwhile remus aggressively grabbed his wand and made a bee-line to the door. “OI! BROTHER OF MINE.” remus stopped at the sound of your voice and turned around, his grip on the wand leaving his knuckles a shade of white. “sit. now.” he scoffed before sitting on the bed staring straight at you.
you debated for a moment, before looking at remus. “lucius malfoy and his toerag puppy dog, evan rosier.” you shrugged before all of them made a run at the door, messily grabbing their wands stomping down the stairs leading to the common room.
as fifth year came to an end, summer eventually came to a start. as you were unpacking your trunk and putting your clothes in there rightful spots in your dresser before you heard a knock at the door. “come in!”
remus opened the door, leaning against the frame. “hey, you okay?” he knew it was a stupid question to ask, but ever since you came into his family he felt a sense of protectiveness over you. he would always look at you like a little girl who needed her laces double knotted because she would trip on them, and how she needed to climb on furniture to grab something and especially when his little sister wasn’t his little sister anymore and became and illegal animagus for him.
“having your picture with nice little names on them, i’m brilliant.” you said sarcastically before sitting on your bed and remus following your lead. he leaned his back against the headboard as you threw your head on his lap, curling yourself to make yourself as tiny as possible. “i mean why the hell does anyone care anyways? it’s not like i’m intervening in there lives, i’m not killing anyone? it works the exact same except it’s a girl and not a boy. i just don’t understand why everyone thinks they should have an opinion on something that isn’t there business to start with.” you vented as he rubbed your back, while reading. “i mean, i understand.” you looked at him with a raised brow, “sirius?” he sheepishly looked up from his book and nodded before looking down at his book again and blushing.
“please, i could spot that from a mile away. i mean you aren’t exactly subtle, at the mere touch you both look like you got out of a sauna.” you said, matter of fact like and pointing your finger in the air sassily, “at least lily and james don’t care.” he mumbled trying to make you and him feel better. “everyone shouldn’t care, but then again everyone else in this universe is also a pest.” you sighed, as he continued reading but not before speaking.
“people are stupid.”
“you’re right, people are stupid.”
“but you know what makes us feel better?”
“what?”
“chocolate.”
“wow remus, it’s almost like i had no idea.”
“well i’m always right, so suck it up and take it.” he said shoving a chocolate bar in your face.
“i mean you could always have a sleepover with me where we eat chocolate and laugh at bad movies?” he said before looking down at you.
“remus, first yes, second how the hell does sirius put up with your ‘know-it-all-ness’?” you looked at him smirking, clearly he didn’t like that and he closed his book smacking it against your head.
“𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝘂𝘀!”
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isobel-thorm · 2 years
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Hey! I was just reading your fic “Helpless” and I loved it so much. I was sad to see it only had one chapter. I’m not sure if you’re still writing for fc5, but do you have any plans to continue it? (Either way, the story was great! I love your writing style and Nic too!)
Howdy!!! Thank you for the love! To be perfectly honest, I'm not quite sure. I made the mistake of publishing that riiiiggghhhhtttttt before the writing bug basically up and left me for a few months, and between that and the fandom dying down my own interest in writing it, or at least in the entirety I had initially planned. So I'm gonna do the one thing I promised my teenage self I wouldn't do and basically spoil it via synopsis for stuff that had been planned, complete with a couple of my favorite excerpts I did manage to write :
After John and Nic's mother get along disarmingly well, Nic is not about that life and drags John aside. They trade threats and insults but to keep her mother safe, Nic decides to play along. It's Not Entirely As Awful as Expected for the first couple of days, and John plays the Doting Boyfriend annoyingly well. Also, John's insistent that they have to share a room to keep up the ruse, and Nic is LIVID, 'I'm not sharing a bed with you, you absolute creep, what the fuck'; John, immediately: "I mean of course you're not, this is my bed. Here's a pillow, there's the floor, I hope you have trouble sleeping." There Was Only One Bed whomst? Anyway, things actually don't go as awful as Nic expected, and they work well enough together. Nic's mom is a little suspicious when the pair of them share a few looks during certain conversations where there's definitely More To Whatever Is Going On, but she figures Nic will tell her when the time is right.
But it never really gets that far either, because a couple of days later, John's acting shifty, and then one of his people show up with Nic's father, who John had flown in after hearing he got out of prison recently. Figuring 'how bad could a Raylan be, what was he in for, tax fraud?' - her dad was just another chesspiece to use against Nic in the long run, because she obviously loves both parents and vice versa. And she knows there's some Weird father/daughter dynamic with Nic and Whitehorse, maybe there'd be drama for Papa Raylan and Whitehorse that he could be entertained by. Except when Nic's father arrives and plays nice, John notices Nic's mom is... less than thrilled, a little pale, and Nic herself looks absolutely terrified, and wait, he and Nic are mortal enemies, why is she hiding bodily behind him to put something between her and her father?
And then after extremely tense small talk, Nic manages to excuse her mother out of the room then takes John aside and drops the news that her father was in prison for nearly killing them both fourteen years ago, "why do you think I looked sympathetic when you told me about your parents after everything? Because I've been in your shoes." And initially he doesn't believe her until the rest of her body language/ her more subtle body language she's used while interacting with him suddenly isn't there:
Curiosity turned to pride and John grinned at her, victorious that she had scooted closer to him, the enemy, until he realized she didn’t look up at him to meet his challenge like she always had. Hold on, had she just drifted closer to him? Her eyes were set on the man he had gifted her two hours prior. There was hate written on her face apprehension, too. Gone was Wrath, replaced by a helpless prey animal. He hadn’t seen such a combination since- his grin dropped in an instant. Oh. Oh.  She hadn’t been lying. He had arranged all this to tempt her, to offer some pleasantness in the war. And instead, he had made her worst nightmare come true.
John, immediately:
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But, by stark contrast, she makes a deal with him - she'll Confess, she'll join the Project, she will do a n y t h i n g so long as he gets her mother out of the place/away from her father, and well, bonus points if you use the bastard for Judge food."
More plot happens, idk, which was also part of the problem.
But now John's Unfortunately Attached to Nic - whether he's willing to admit it alloud or not he's always been attracted to her but now they've got common ground, and she's headstrong and she's smart and she's a spitfire and - Oh God Why is This Happening. But this whole thing has pulled up some unresolved trauma from his own parents, and he's more than willing to project onto Nic's Father for. So he tells her to scrap the trade idea she proposed - he'll make the bastard suffer just 'cause. And Nic accepts it. And so John drugs him and brings him to the Bunker/the implied Torture Room in the basement Which leads to one of my favorite things I've ever written, which is also why it's a crime I won't finish this, but have it anyway:
John leaned back in his chair. He finally saw the older man working out that this hadn’t been the bonding experience he had been baited into. No, he was a trapped rat and seemingly was starting to notice. “You see, I made… a grave error in bringing you here.”
“Oh?” Thomas asked, though there was a mocking tone to it.
And there was the hidden animosity. “Do you know what it’s like, to come home from school, from work, from a… nice, average day and watch it all fade away in seconds because you didn’t do enough chores? You didn’t take the garbage out fast enough? Didn’t have dinner on the table fast enough? Didn’t do whatever a tyrant deemed acceptable?” he spat out the title with as much venom as he could muster.
“No…?”
“Of course you don’t. But your ex-wife and daughter do.” He turned to the workbench and retrieved the knife sharpener- not that the bastard deserved the show before the main action. He walked back over to Thomas, then ran the edge of the sharpener along the man’s shoulder, just within his eyeline. “And I made the mistake of bringing you back to them. And as someone who’s been on the receiving end of their very own tyrant, and… has turned into a bit of one because of it, I’m here to remedy that in our own special way.” He shifted the sharpener in his fingers and thrust it towards the man’s jugular, stopping short just before it made contact.
Thomas yelped and tried to squirm away.
John scoffed and walked in front of him. “Go figure. Big, bad man with a temper can’t take the idea of being in pain. Nicolette didn’t even flinch when I tried that a while back with her. I suppose she’s got your temper to thank for that, unfortunately.”
Thomas stilled as he registered John’s admission. He looked him up and down. “You’re not her boyfriend, are you?”
John laughed at that, all teeth, all predatory, even, then sighed. “No. No, I’m not. We’re just… two people on opposite sides of a war that came to an… understanding.”
Thomas’ frown deepened, and John delighted at him swallowing hard a moment later. “Who are you?”
John leaned forward again, digging the point of the sharpener into Thomas’ chest, just above his heart. “Me? I’m the monster you should’ve been weaving stories about to your daughter at night instead of beating the shit out of her mother in the next room.”
And I was undecided with whether or not John was gonna kill him right there or bring him to the brink of death and then dump him on Jacob to take part in the trials/be a guaranteed death sentence - from either said Trials, or Jacob finishing the job because he wouldn't let an abuser live either.
Would it end happy? Would the ending happen? Idk. But I know John and Nic basically ended up ride or die bc of that event, and Nic was at least going to be a little concerned that she was A-OK with her father's fate.
But that's all I had, and I hope you at least liked that last excerpt lol
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qianoir · 3 years
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After Midnight 2 - Rhiannon
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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: college dropout!Ten (WayV) x fem!reader
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: non-idol au, angst with fluff on top
𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 13+
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing (censored), lying, family problems, mentions death of reader's father, romance, this part determines the reader’s age but feel free to ignore
♡ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.5k
𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭: @staysstrays
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𝟏𝟎:𝟎𝟎 𝐀𝐌
Should I call him? No! What if it wasn't meant for me? Idiot, there was no one else in the café of course it was meant for you! What if it's a prank? It's probably the number to a McDonald’s or something. And if it's not..? What if he never comes into the café again?
You woke up in a freezing cold room with an acquainted boy named "Ten Lee" on your mind, contemplatively staring into his napkin before finally deciding to text him.
You typed the 11 digits into your phone.
Ok... now what do I say?
Hi Ten, this is Y/N from Décalcomanie.
Hi Ten, this is Y|
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Why do I even care about this so much? It's just a text and for all I know this kid could be some kind of siren-vampire trying to seduce me with song lyrics at nighttime.. is that even possible?
Hi Mr. Lee this is Y/N from Décalcomanie.
Why so formal? Oh God I sent it..
It’s done.
You grabbed a towel and prepared a quick shower before continuing the rest of the morning. Intruding thoughts about Mr. Lee fill your mind under the water.. like.. why does he only visit the café at night? Your prior superstitious suspicions about him being a vampire fall back in mind.
At least if I get to be a vampire I can live this timeline as a doctor and make my mom happy, then be a dancer for eternity.
As much as you did not know about Ten, you still knew quite a bit about him. His favorite combination at the café is an iced Americano with pandan cake, his favorite color is black— you assume since it's the only color his outfits consist of, and he has a younger sister, which you found out after hearing him say 妹妹 over the phone one night.
The loud text notification sounds throughout the bathroom and you nearly slip trying to quickly finish your shower to check the new message.
Mom (Work)
My daughter! Your grandmother is sick, I am going to Incheon to bring her medicine and groceries so I need you to open the café today. I should be back to take over at 2 o’clock. Be careful on your own!
Unwrapping your body of your towel to dress into a nice outfit, you sighed knowing your Saturday would be another day spent on your sore feet. The café opens at 11 AM so you would only be working an extra few hours, but you hoped your mom would let you take a slice of delicacy home for the filial overtime.
“Aya!”
Another loud notification tone beamed from your phone, forcing your name brooch to prick at your fingertip. The screen luminated with an unknown number.
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hihi Y/N! no need to be so formal with me! I'm only from ‘96 :)
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TEN
are you free today? I was wondering if you wanted to get coffee and ice cream, if you're not sick of the smell yet ;p
You frowned remembering the plans your mother made for your day.
Y/N
I'm so sorry Ten my mom wants me to work opening for the café today :(
Figuring that was your ending, you packed a bag full of necessities for the day and walked to Décalcomanie.
TEN
why don't I come over there? the café serves bingsoo this time of year right? it’s barely the afternoon, not many people will be dining. we could still hang out if you’re down?
Butterflies soared in your stomach just like they do every night at 11:59 PM.
Y/N
Yeah that sounds perfect :)
TEN
okk see you soon!
Eek!
It felt so weird to think of seeing him in the daytime, especially after just mentally accusing him of being a bloodsucker.
Upon your entrance, the café was soon bright with morning light and you patiently awaited Ten’s arrival. Nearly an hour had gone by and there was no sign of him. You didn't think he would flake out, but you barely know each other so why wouldn't he?
Ten was right; it was pretty empty here this morning. You bent forward to hand one of the regular old women her tea in the Décalcomanie’s prettiest teacup upon your mother’s request of the best service for all of her regular customers.
The bell chimed with an open door. Your eyes blinked to the woman's upturned phone by her saucer.
𝟏𝟏:𝟓𝟗 𝐀𝐌
Could it be? You laughed at the irony in the thought, but when you looked up from the woman’s table, a rice cake cheeked boy stood across from you.
"I'm here!" He announced to the entire floor.
You bowed a greeting like you do for every customer and ushered him to the bar, "Sit down over here." where he sat in front of your standing form. "What type of bingsoo have you come in for, sir?" You teased.
"Coconut with vanilla ice cream! And.. two spoons?"
You blushed at the thought of sharing subtle intimacy with the fine young man before your eyes. You had only just met him, but you saw no harm in sharing a dessert with him as you would do with friends.. if you had them.
Nodding and running off to make the icy dessert, you heard the ripple of a writing pen. From the corner of your eye, peeked Ten orchestrating an English poem onto a stray napkin, his brown bangs falling on the bridge of his nose. These little actions made your heart jump; his passion for various styles of music felt so endearing to you.
You paid for the grandiose bowl of sugar and presented it to Ten. His phone lit up with a notification and you took notice of his wallpaper: Him with a disgusted looking boy that he was French kissing on the cheek. I'm not judging but.. whomst?
"Who's that?" You asked, handing him a spoon, taking another for yourself.
He glanced at his phone and blushed, breaking out in quiet giggles.
"That's my friend, Yangyang. We really enjoy our time together."
You hummed and smiled. They seem to have a good friendship, but you were still curious to know more about this Yangyang guy.
"So you attend university?" Ten asked before shoveling a high spoon of ice flakes into his mouth.
"I'm a sophomore at SNU." You replied, mirroring his bold eating style.
Ten spoke with surprised eyes, "Really!? That's a fancy school. Wow~ you must be really smart."
"Not really.. I'm studying dance. All I do is move my feet."
"I'm a dancer, too! It's a really hard and beautiful art, you shouldn't sell yourself short for being a part of it." He genuinely advised.
You looked down after thanking him for his kind words, suddenly feeling very bashful. "How old are you, by the way? You calling me Mr. Lee this morning is all I've been thinking about." You both laughed.
"I'm 20, turning 21 this year.” He nodded. "You're from ‘00? Yangyang is the same age as you!"  He exclaims.
"I’ve never met someone my age! How many friends do you have?"
"I have a few, but I’m closest to a specific six and we all live together."
"It must be nice to have so many friends. It’s been a little difficult for me to make friends this semester.." You stirred some melted ice cream around your side of the bowl, suddenly feeling very lonely in Ten’s personal presence.
"You should come over sometime! We love new friends!" He was pleading with his eyes for you to agree.
"Oh.. I don't want to intrude-" "No really! We would love to have your company. Here..." He flipped over the napkin he was previously writing on and scribbled a short address on it, sliding it over to you.
"You should come by tomorrow evening. 5 o'clock if it works for you." Ten says before finishing off the last bit of flavored dairy in the bowl.
You scanned over the inked napkin in your hand.
97 Saemunanro, Sinmunno 1 il-ga, Jongnogu, Seoul
"It's apartment number 117. Just call me when you get there because we may not be able to hear your knocks over the screaming." You looked at him in slight concern, but he only smiled in return.
Ten took out his card to pay for the bingsoo, but you stopped him. "Oh I already paid for the both of us!"
"Aww you didn't have to," Ten frowned, but handed me $20 anyways, "Here take this at least. A tip for my favorite barista." He winked and ran out of the café before you could protest.
"REMEMBER 5 O'CLOCK!"
Ten shouted, bumping into a man, who cursed at him, profusely bowing on the way out. You shook your head at his silliness and flipped the napkin over to a pretty poem.
She is like a cat in the dark and then
she is the darkness
She rules her life like a fine skylark
and when the sky is starless
To Be Continued…
Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac
𝘲𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘳
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Good day. I finished nrh. I know that almost all the episodes have a general theme. like, for example (correct me if im wrong)
ep 2: imperialism, ep 3: clownery of starting wars over mistresses and love, ep 5: breaking the cycle of violence, plus: holmes "pity the age of knights (glory) is gone" watson "nope it's (unnecessary bloodshed) not", ep 6: cops, ep 7: was there a theme or just adblock
But could you enlighten me on the theme of ep 8? And why was the ep named after the dog?
holy shit i didnt even think of it that way!
idk if i mentioned it or not, but the show explicitly talks about contemporary russian issues that sometimes do and sometimes very much dont overlap with what was happening in england at that time. this is why moriarty is just russian mafia, police are easily bribed, idk even abandoned war veterans is precisely what happened after the soviet-afghan war. a lot of such issues are sadly familiar to folks from other countries, but i did wonder sometimes whether what episode 8 went for was.
first of all, in my opinion, the episode is general decided to defy all expectations. like shitty ep7 did the exact opposite, looked like the gang of scriptwriters (there were at least 4 or even 5 credited) gave up and decided to give the audience what it wanted: a what they interpreted as a (needless) romance, a waterfall fight, a fakeout drama, like sure mates. thats what every sh adaptation is about, you can have it. begrudgingly. but everything in the last episode twists those expectations, all these funny fakeouts like HOLMS ALIVE?? - shot of an unrelated homeless dude going ??, HOLMS IS BAK?? - mycroft comes in, plus yea the entire mycroft reveal lmaooooooo iconique. moriarty is back, adler fucking dies - all unexpected and thus very enjoyable imo. this is why, again just my opinion, they did it with such fervent almost hatred towards the previous episode, like they included the waterfall fight, but they knew it wasnt their real fight. two four-eyed loser bitches do not culminate in a fistfight and it was clearly shown they kinda suck at it - their real fight was atop of big ben, peacefully sitting next to each other while the real brawl was happening through their real weapons - their brains. that was their real reichnebach. which once again begs the question as to whyyy the fuck did episode 7 need to happen at all but oh well.
as for the theme, it is clear from the reveal of what were the documents stolen by bobby bobbyarty. the country selling itself while playing up the importance of patriotism to its people. the rise of this shit NOW is truly concerning in russia, like how besides the usual propaganda we also deal with bots, who on the day of protests this january started a twitter hashtag supporting the cops that said KEEP WORKING, BROTHERS, as to celebrate the camaraderie of them beating up civilians, shit was insane. how last month after that the festival for the graduates that ends with a ship with scarlet sails emerging, which this year for the first time ever also included the russian flag tricolor sails on it. all of this bs while just two days ago we had a story uncovering some politician who was secretly cutting half of siberia's forests down to sell to ikea, how baikal is being polluted because we need to be uwu with chinese businesses. even drifting away from russia, the uk painfully follows that entire SUPPORT THE NHS gig where they'd organise these clap for the nhs evenings, express their support on billboards n shit, just to cut the nhs salaries by the end of it <3 and to relegate the development of covid tracing apps and feeding children to private companies whomst have appropriated most of the budget instead of doing their jobs. this is the cynicism of the last nrh episode, as sherlock said it basically, we're all out here clapping for our dear queen, wahoo great britain, the pride and joy is our crown and achievements, while the crown is licherally selling itself and couldnt care less about your patriotism or traditions. very real for us, also real for other countries, they're just more subtle about it.
and as for the title, once again it's subverting your expectations. like oh yea, the hound, every adaptation has to have that huh. disregarding the fact that hound was basically shared 70/30% with the musgrave ritual, hound obviously had the 30% of it. heres yer fucking hound gotem. they did prepare us for it since it's not THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVIILES, it's what it's kinda currently translated to english as the hound named baskerville, which ended up being one big joke bc thats the whole trophy holmes got for his torment. watson hates the dog so much he writes a whole story about it being a massive nasty bitch whomst then gets shot five times damn!!!! also meta points since the queen gifting the baskerville dog to holmes is played by soviet mrs barrymore, and watson's editor waving at us right before the credits is mr barrymore himself. we got baskervilled up the ass there
so welcome to the dystopia my dudes with each year passing it's becoming more real <3
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L O S T for the fanfic alphabet?
thank for questions! <3
Fanfic Writer Ask L. Length - Do you prefer writing short or long fics? Maybe somewhere in the middle? What do you consider to be your average fic length?
i prefer shorter fics, simply because they're easier to get done and published. my writing brain is fickle and if i lose interest in the middle of a long fic, chances are it's going to be abandonned forever. i have several of these in my wip folder, alas. i think my most of my published fics hover somewhere around 2000–3000 words
O. Outline - Do you outline your fics or fly by the seat of your pants?
outline whomst? i've tried that but it turns out i'm a complete discovery writer and knowing too well what's going to happen in the story will make me lose interest. i also write out of order, which means that sometimes i will have a specific scene to write towards, but it's still nowhere near an outline because usually i have no idea how i'm going to get there
i'm now writing a fic that's pushing 17k words and i'm considering doing a reverse outline to keep track of how the scenes i've already written relate to each other. but at this point i'm honestly a bit afraid of outlines, they seriously mess with my ability to write by switching on that part of my mind that is good at seeing problems but less good at solving them, so i might just trust that things will work out even if i'm feeling a bit lost
S. Symbolism - Are there any recurring themes in your fics? Any symbolism?
if there are, i'm largely unaware of them, because i don't consciously put any particular themes or symbolism in my fics. in that way my fics are a pretty direct line into my subconscious, which if i think about it too much is pretty embarrassing maybe. but let me see...
how complicated love can be. that's probably a recurring theme. how it's not always an easy thing to love someone, how it doesn't always make you happy, at least not in a fluffy-smiley way. how it can be a painful thing to feel a profound bond with someone you might not have picked if you had had any say in the way your heart moves.
weirdness is another one. i'm drawn to the weird and p r o b l e m a t i c aspects of being a human being with emotions and needs.
ah, right. many (most?) of my fics are kink-adjacent in some way, though how may not be obvious to anyone but me.
T. Trope - What's your favorite fanfic trope? What's one you avoid like the plague?
since i'm attracted by unusual things, regular tropes rarely do anything for me. i don't really think in tropes, or if i do, it's in the context of trying to subvert or pervert or twist them in some way.
idiots to lovers is a trope i enjoy reading (when done in a subtle enough way) but i don't know if i enjoy writing it that much? it's hard! it's really hard to write compelling idiots!
a trope i really don't like: happily mated for life / soulmates that are perfect together. i just think it's so boring? especially if it's something like ta-dah! a magic happened and you are now mated / realized you are soulmates, and then it's all harps and roses and mind-blowing orgasms for everyone and teary-eyed confessions and tender embraces. no thank you.
that being said, i do think it's possible to have characters share a profound bond and make that story interesting, it just has to be something like "cannot live with you but cannot live without you either, what do?" or "we are drawn to each other and in a perfect world might be perfectly happy together, but this is not a perfect world nor will it ever be." the former is close-ish to my wincest interpretations, the latter how i like to imagine wangxian.
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bnha-almost-a-hero · 4 years
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♛⎯redamancy
                      ❝𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎 𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖚𝖕?❞
                       ⎯⎯⎯❦𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘.
                           written for st. valentine’s day; ♡♡♡
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𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘.
/red-a-man-se/
noun - (rare) 
the act of loving whomst loves you; requited love.
𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 cold February morning⎯the soft, snowy drift pressing against your little, lattice windows. Taking a moment to shake the dreamy languor off of your body, you rub your eyes, stretch and then tumble off of your bed and scramble off to the bathroom. 
You scrubbed the day’s plaque and grime off of your body with the help of your toothbrush and shower; and, by the time you leave the steamed-up room, the clock had struck ten. Wrapping your towel around your frigid, naked body, you burrow your chin into your chest and try to keep yourself from shuddering as you journey to your bedroom.
You dressed yourself heavily, in an effort to keep in the heat, and hurried off to make yourself some tea. It’s only on your return, scalding teacup in hand, that you notice it. 
There, on your shelf, the digital clock reads:
TEMP:                                          TIME:                                   DATE / MONTH: 
6°C                                               10:04                                    14th / Feb
“Valentine’s Day...” You murmured, clasping your piping hot tea between your numb hands. “I should get Tomu⎯“
Rather clichély, a doorbell interrupts your raving soliloquy. You take a quick sip of your tea, place it down onto your coffee table and run off to answer it. As you open the door, you are faced with your sour-faced boyfriend, holding out a bunch of white lilies in one hand (with his pinky lifted, of course) and grasping a large white box in his other.
“Tomura!” You exclaimed, scanning the white and grey pinstripe suit with languid curiosity. “Love the get-up.”
Shigaraki scoffed, looking to the side as a blush graced his skin. “Whatever... Kurogiri forced me to wear it...” He looked down to the bouquet of lilies in his hand. “I, uh⎯. Here, he, um, told me to give you this...”
Without a second thought, you reached up and grabbed the lily bunch⎯bringing it to your nose and sniffing. This particular strain smelled creamy, sweet yet dull⎯not overwhelming yet not too mild on the nose. You looked at him, your eyes squinted as you flashed him a smile. 
“Thank you, Tomu...” 
You saw the faintest shadow of a smile spread across his chapped lips, before he looked down once more at the box⎯tapping it at the sides absentmindedly. 
“I got this, too.” He handed you the box and stuffed four fingers of his left hand into his uniform trousers.
With anxious trepidation, you gently opened the case. Each quadrant of the box was sectioned off with a thick felt border; each filled with either chocolate and mini candies to gilded jewellery to sweet, little, personalised key-rings and, finally, a card. You diligently picked up the heart-shaped piece of paper, reading the cursive handwriting (that you could only guess Tomura had someone else write) outlined upon the red surface:
                                                𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓓𝓸𝔀𝓷.
Furrowing your brow, you cast your gaze down to see Tomura knelt down, holding a box modelled after the Question Mark Block from Super Mario. As if sensing your confusion, he reached three fingers up and pried the two halves of the box open to reveal a shimmering ring with a cluster of white diamonds at its centre. 
“Look, ( f/n ), you’re the only person I can stand for more than two minutes. And I⎯. I used to think this marriage thing was bullshit, but I⎯I... I just want this,” He hissed, though it was obvious he was only angry at himself at not being able to get the words out. “I just want to make you mine. So, will you be my Player Two?”
You wanted to laugh at his usual nerdy, repressed self⎯the Mario block, the use of Player Two⎯but the sense of utter joy and redamancy that gripped you. That subtle fullness and contentedness as if you had found your true soulmate (however insufferable he may be). You spent a few moments enjoying the feeling, that you were sure only he could bring you, before you smiled, took his trembling, bony free hand in yours and said.
“Yes, yes I will.”
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kaedeichinose · 4 years
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since rt and maniulation is o nthe brain recently, whomst can say why, i think i finally figured out why the way the felix and locus stuff pans out is not because miles wanted to just pull a 180 for no reason but because he genuinely truly thinks he wrote feix to be a manipulative character when in reality it was just “hey lets kill those guys buddy” and locus was just like yeah ok 
he writes felix the same way he writes salem in that they arent subtle, manipulative, charming or intelligent but miles thinks hes wrote them that way so they just sit there being overtly and cartoonishly evil and im supposed to be stunned and appalled that they were totally manipulating their coworkers the entire time. chorus arc really is just rvvby beta. 
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18 and 20 for Tobias for the ask meme?
I’ve got other longer asks for this that are taking me a little more time but I’m just listening to the Morph Club episode about book 23 (again, for the five billionth time) and I am FEELING things.  For this ask meme!
18) Things he’ll never admit
For Tobias, there is a long list of things he doesn’t like to admit.  Almost everything about his life before the war--sure, some of it is so bitter to remember that he tries not to think about it, but even the things that seemed okay to him before get that terrible beat of silence and pity now.  He hates that, hates feeling like they’re thinking that he needs pity, hates the part of him that craves the reassurance of being told that what his family did was wrong.  Plenty of things about the war--he never wants to talk about the sheer thoughtless rage and joy that he felt, the first time he struck a blow that blinded a Hork Bair for life.  They were probably killed by the Yeerks, he knows it, and he tries hard to feel sorry about it.  He doesn’t like to admit that he hates the Ellimist, although that’s more self-preservation than anything else and he’s sure the Ellimist knows anyway.  He doesn’t like to admit that he's angry with his parents for leaving almost as often as he’s sad that he never had the chance to know them.  He doesn’t like to admit that being human feels like being weak, like being a victim, like being the kind of person who needs Jake to swoop in and save him.  He doesn’t like to admit that he half-wanted to get trapped as a hawk, to escape that.  He doesn’t like to admit that he’s thought more about getting stuck as an Andalite than about getting stuck as a human, about whether that might fix the subtle feeling of disjoint he lived with his entire life.
The thing he’ll really never admit, though, is how he thinks, sometimes, that everything would have been easier if he had managed to hit that skylight way back in the beginning, during his breakdown in Book 3.  Sure, maybe the war would have failed with one less person there.  But goddamn, Tobias is tired.
20) What Ifs/Alternate Timelines
I’ve brought this up before and then no one talked to me about it, so: AU where the Ellimist really does give Tobias his human body back in Book 13, complete with morphing abilities and every freckle and eyelash right where it’s supposed to be.  He’s a little younger, physically, than he should be, but not by much, and he’s--God, he’s so happy.  He’s so relieved.  And he stays that way, riding high on the victory of having made a bargain and won with the Ellimist, all the way through the battle.  He drops down among the group and explains his plan, to fake the deaths of Jara and Ket, and then he says > and he demorphs, and he’s himself, and Rachel shrieks and hurls herself at him and they laugh, all of them laugh, and it’s good--
And then the battle is over and Tobias is still himself and the sun is going down on Cassie’s farm as they demorph.
“What--” Rachel starts, and then she stops and looks at Tobias.  The flight back from the valley has been enough for the adrenaline to start to ebb, and he swallows, looks away from her.  But she’s Rachel, she’s their warrior, and so she’s the one to bull on ahead with her question.  “What are you going to do tonight, Tobias?”
“I’m--I guess I didn’t think about it,” Tobias says quietly into the glaring silence around him.  None of them speak for a long moment.  “I guess I should--go back to my uncle’s,” he says at last, and his human face doesn’t really move like it used to, but he knows that they see something flash across it, as he speaks.
“They didn’t even notice you were missing,” Rachel snarls, hands balling into fists, like she’s going to go beat some good sense into his family.  “You can’t go back to him, you can’t--”
“I can’t exactly live in the woods anymore, either,” Tobias interrupts.  His arms are crossed and he doesn’t know when he did that, he can feel his shoulders trying to hunch, halfway between a hawk’s defensive mantle and his old don’t look at me posture.  “So--I go home, I guess.”
And then Rachel does something that Tobias thinks he’s probably never really seen her do--Rachel, who prides herself on her quick thinking and her independence, turns to Jake and asks outright, “What do we do?”
Jake has both hands laced behind his neck like he has a headache, lips pressed together, and he sighs, and says, “I think--okay.  We need some time to figure this out.  Tobias, you can’t go home, even if your uncle didn’t ask any questions the school would, eventually, so we can’t let you end up back in the system until we have a story for where you’ve been.  It’s late and we all need to make sure we’re covered for today.  So, for now, you’re visiting from out of town and you’re going to sleep over at my--wait, not my house.”  Jake’s frown deepens and he rubs his hands over his face.  He’s barely awake, all of them running on the last dregs of energy after days of strain and constant morphing.  “Tom is there,” he says through his palms.  “He knows you.”
“He could stay here,” Cassie offers.  “We could--”
“He’s coming with me,” Rachel says flatly, and glares around like she’s daring them to question her.  “Mom has a late meeting and I’ll let my sisters order takeout, they’ll keep quiet.”  Then she glances at Tobias and says, only barely less aggressively, “Is that okay?”
Tobias smiles faintly at her and nods.
AKA, WHOMST will write me and/or talk to me about the AU where Tobias Actually Legit Does Get His Human Body Back And Things Are Not Better.
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slashingbeauty · 5 years
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Hi can I get uhhhhh general nsfw Choptop headcanons? What hes like in bed-
This came out longer than I intended and I still feel like i could have written so much more akjgahg I really wanna write a fic for this now… I really hope you like these !!!
NSFW Headcanons For Choptop!
In this Essay I will talk about how much I want to FUCK Choptop. Let’s dive right in.
Choptop likes to say he’s a top but don’t let this man fool you.
He is definitely a vers, don’t let him tell you otherwise!
Wants to be cool and sexy and suave but he… he really isn’t. He’s a big goofball without even meaning to be.
That being said, he isn’t that subtle either. He will literally come up to you, and pull you away to another room, even if you’re in mid conversation!! When he’s horny, he’s horny.
Really doesn’t get why that flusters you?? Even though he’s pulling you away from Drayton, who was telling you about his amazing meal he was preparing, and Chop’s probably mumbling everything he’s going to do to you under his breath. He doesn’t get it. Why is your face so hot?
As stated in some of my other headcanons, he really loves when you straddle him and grind against him. Will literally probably NUT right there in his pants if you do this to him.
His kisses are hot and sloppy and full of teeth and biting. He’s like same feral creature, touch starved and completely driven by lust.
Will play music most likely. He really likes listening to music while he fucks you. The type depends on what mood he’s in, or how hard he’s fucking you.
Can be very soft, especially if he’s feeling not so great that day. If something went awry or he’s having bad flashbacks that day, he’ll be especially soft and sweet and probably want you to take control.
If he’s feeling adventurous and wild (which is most of the time), he’ll be pretty loud (louder than usual) and really rough. He doesn’t mean anything by it, it’s just his nature. Being impulsive and unpredictable.
Impulsivity is one of his worst and best traits when it comes to the bedroom. He will be kissing at your skin and then harshly bite you (sometimes drawing blood). He’ll be gripping at your ass and quickly pull away and slap it. He’ll do a lot of stuff unprompted without thinking about it, which makes the sex enjoyable, but afterwards you’re sore and can’t help but wonder why.
Is very soft after sex. He wants to make sure you’re okay and haven’t taken more than you can handle. Will cuddle against you, either being the big or little spoon (whichever you’re feeling that night), and hold you as close as he can while the both of you fall asleep.
In conclusion, Chop is a great little rat man whomst I love. Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.
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