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andsheloved · 2 years

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𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔

pairing ~ sir thomas sharpe x f!reader

word count ~ 1.3k

summary ~ when your own mind seems shattered, you're reminded of who will always be there to pick up the pieces.

warnings ~ plotless, pointless fluff, mention of nightmares/past traumatic experiences (nothing specific is mentioned), brief mention of death, implied insomnia, everyone needs to get some sleep.

a/n ~ this isn't the best thing i've written but my brain !! needed this !! let this be my little lullaby goodnight gift to you, and please enjoy some comforting thomas sharpe regardless mwauh :)

You could compare the feeling to something like falling, even if it really felt nothing like that. It wasn't that weightless, somewhat pleasant feeling one would get when drifting back into their own reality. It felt like death.

And in a way, maybe it was.

Even in your dreams, you could feel yourself falling back into the clutches of that endless cycle you couldn't seem to break, even while you attempted to find some sort of reprieve from your own mind in sleep, you still found yourself tormented, cursed with the ability of remembering.

You jolted awake, and suddenly you could feel your body once again, sensing how your chest rose and fell at a speed that, you had to admit, even worried yourself. You winced at the overwhelming buzzing that rang through your mind as you attempted to bring yourself back to the reality you found yourself paralyzed in, the only thing of warmth you could sense were the tears creeping down your face, stinging your eyes and reminding you of your own mortality.

"Dearest..." You could hear his voice, and although it was barely above a whisper to your ears, it felt like a tether, a life raft being thrown to you.

And so you reached for it, searching for the hushed flickers of his loving tone as you cut through the wicked, twisted vines that kept you from him, trying to return yourself to at least something akin to a resting state.

"You're alright..." You could hear him murmur, the feeling of his soft lips against the shell of your ear finally reaching your senses. "I'm here. I promise... You're safe..."

You felt a pain in your throat, as if being suffocated by your own anguish. The sensation was one of a monster in your chest, scratching and clawing against your insides, begging to be released in some sort of carnal, ferociously pained scream, though your lips remained sealed, or at least partially sealed. All that could escape your lips was a single, wounded sigh.

"Thomas..." You breathed, your trembling hand barely shifting, grasping for any part of him that you could hang on to.

"I'm right here."

His smooth voice only got clearer with each passing second, the feeling of his thumb gently brushing across your knuckles anchoring you to reality.

"I'm right here..." He continued to repeat, the gentle cadence of his words lulling your heartbeat until you began to feel some semblance of peace. "I'm right here."

Even as your mind settled, as your body began to no longer feel as if you had just ran some sort of harrowing marathon, you could still barely manage to say a word, so an almost silent whimper was all that escaped you.

And yet, even without a word uttered, he still managed to understand you.

Just as he always did.

His arms seemed to wrap around you in an instant, enveloping you into the warmth that you always seemed to find yourself longing for these days. Your heart stilled, finally at peace.

"Was it-"

You solemnly nodded before he could even finish, your chin gently nuzzling against his bicep as you did.

"Well..." He groaned softly, adjusting himself against you as he tenderly pulled you flush against his firm chest, prompting you to finally turn your head to face him. "You're safe now. Nothing can hurt you. Nothing could ever."

You swallowed harshly, your mind briefly returning to your previous state.

If it were anyone else, you might have even dared to accuse them of witchcraft, but it was Thomas. Your Thomas. And he knew you in a way you couldn't even comprehend yourself. It was as if he could read your mind, his thumb and forefinger finding their way to your chin, his touch shackling you once again to him.

He let out a gentle chuckle, "Don't leave me," He smiled, "Not when I've just gotten you back."

This time, you had managed to squeak out a few words in response. "Thank you."

You watched as his eyes softened, his eyebrows falling into an expression of slight concern. "You've nothing to thank me for." He grumbled, you noticed how his cheeks turned the lightest shade of pink as he spoke, this fact illuminated only by the dull slivers of moonlight that crept in from the window. "It's my honor."

Before you could stop it, a small chuckle left your lips, almost forgetting your situation entirely. "Honored?" You questioned softly. You couldn't even manage yourself half of the time, how could anyone feel any sort of honored to pick up after you?

His brows furrowed, a small, almost frustrated sounding huff came from him before he began to speak. "The first time..." He mumbled, trailing off for a moment, though you already knew what he was trying to say.

When the nightmares began.

"You could have turned from me," He continued, gently tracing his thumb against your cheek, "Pushed me from you entirely. Told me to leave you even." He smiled wistfully, "You didn't though. You allowed me to stay, to hold you, to promise that you were safe, that I would always protect you. You bestowed me with that honor, and it is not one that I take lightly." He finished, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

If you knew any better, you could have easily begun believing that he carried some sort of magic within him, your eyes gently drooping closed as soon as his lips touched your skin. Though maybe that was the magic of him, how he could calm your mind so easily.

The deep, quietly thunderous hum that rolled through him reached your ears like a lullaby, and you could feel his lips curl into a soft smile against your forehead.

There were a million words caught in your throat. Thousands of 'how could I ever live without you', hundreds of 'thank you's' and countless 'I love you's' begging to be ripped from your lips, and just as it was all about to come pouring out at once, as you began to acknowledge the fact that once you began speaking, you would certainly be awake until the morning, it seemed that he read your mind, silencing your thoughts at once.

"Get some rest, love, we can speak of everything in the morning if you'd like." He paused for a moment as he pulled at the heavy, quilted blanket engulfing you both, "Even if you choose not to, I'll be right beside you... Always."

His words faded as you drifted closer to the edge of exhaustion. You knew of the possibility of another nightmare, the lingering possibility of those all too familiar tendrils of pain and horror stained pieces of your imagination reaching out for you once again tonight, but somehow, you held no fear.

The heat of his body flooded your senses as you finally fell asleep, his final words somehow even reaching you in your unconsciousness, or maybe they weren't even his words, at least not in the current sense. Maybe they were just the words he had ingrained in you ever since the first time he told you that he loved you, the words that wrapped around you, filling you with light in any moment you felt surrounded by darkness. Maybe he hadn’t even uttered a thing, maybe it was just your own mind, comforting your soul with the voice of him as you fell into sleep.

Either way, you found you didn’t mind, all you cared for was that his voice was with you, guiding you through whatever darkness you may happen to encounter the rest of the night.

You could hear him as your breath evened and your pulse slowed, feeling him hold your hand through the pitch blackness. Even as your own mind attempted to betray you, taunting you with memories of pain you couldn’t seem to outrun, you could hear him.

“I’m here my dear, I always will be.”

fall-ish time = crimson peak time always for me. i know it has been a while and this isn't a huge fic or anything, but i've been writing this one on and off since things got a bit weird for me mentally, i just needed some pointless, fluffy, reassurance for my brain being weird, and hey if it came from thomas sharpe that wouldn't be too bad either :) i hope you all are doing so so good and thank you all for all your nice messages recently, i promise i will respond to all of them so soon!!

check out my masterlist :)

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asgards-princess-of-mischief · 6 months

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Last Updated: 2023-11-11

Hi everyone, my name is Evelyn. Welcome to my blog! It's wonderful to have you here. I am just another university student finding solace and stress-relief in fandom and fan-fiction.

I like to think of myself as a fandom librarian and this blog as my library. I want to sharing all my favourite fanfics so that people in these fandoms have an easy way to find to a plethora of talented writers, both new and old and their many wonderful stories. Think of it as your one-stop-shop for fantastic fanfics.

Moreover, if you have a fanfic you'd like to recommend please D.M. me or send and ask!

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Criminal Minds

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Sherlock Holmes

Game of Thrones

Robb Stark

Lucifer (Fox/Netflix)

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Marvel Cinematic Universe

James 'Bucky' Barnes￨Loki Odinson￨Stephen Strange

Tom Hiddleston + Characters

James Conrad ￨ Jonathan Pine ￨ Magnus Martinsson ￨ Prince Hal/Henry V￨Robert Laing ￨ Sir Thomas Sharpe ￨ Tom Hiddleston

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anxresi · 10 months

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Brace yourselves, folks… We’re about to enter the dark, dreary and sometimes disturbing world which is Thomas Astruc on Twitter. 😧

Those possessed of a weak disposition, prone to nausea or an complete intolerance to utter bullshit may want to turn back now. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. (but still leave me a ‘like’, if you’re feeling generous 🙏)

Anyway, what ‘delights’ has this stand-up guy, this pioneer of mediocre cartooning, this dude on the cusp of arguing with little kids on Twitter been sharing with us, the great unwashed, at this present time? Let’s run through a brief checklist of the ‘highlights’, shall we?

*Telling people the upcoming Miraculous movie is what the fans ‘want’ but the show is what we ‘need’ (whatever THAT means, typically modest reaction from the epitome of humbleness himself).

*Saying that anyone who DARES criticise the show should ‘keep it to themselves’ or they’ll be ‘blocked for spreading negativity about the artists’ (dude thinks he can police Twitter… good luck with that!)

*Informing fanfiction writers that their work is ‘pointless’ and the only people who know what they’re doing are him and his team (If you mean ‘How To Destroy A Franchise In Five Easy Seasons… I guess he’s right)

But his favorite topic (seriously, check out his replies… we’re talking more than 50% here) concerns a fictional teenage girl he constantly decries but can’t seem to get enough of moaning about. It is of course… oh let’s face it. You know the answer to that one already. ROLL THE TWEETS!!

Yep, you guessed it. Apart from the OP being uncommonly accurate in their opinion, now apparently ‘Chloe’ has become The Not-So-Great Bearded One’s new insult of choice for anyone who dislikes what’s been done to the show. Poor ‘Karen’ never stood a chance… 😢

What a mature, grown-up type chap he is! I have no idea why he’s no longer referred to as ‘Hawk Daddy’ in polite circles, and instead called ‘Man Baby’. Just look at him, REALLY giving it a bunch of teens on Twitter who DARE imply his show is nothing but da best! You go, Thomas! Go change your dirty diaper, that is. 🤢

So, abandoning all her subtleties and nuance , reducing her to a shrieking monster and choosing to actively give characters who have arguably done FAR WORSE throughout the series much better endings means they ‘wrote it well’? Gosh, maybe getting an F in English stands for ‘Fabulous’ after all!

Guess in Thomas’s somewhat warped worldview, everyone who doesn’t like 💯 of his show from top to bottom should be placed on a plane with their main abuser to be forcibly deported and probably tortured for the rest of their sorry lives. That’ll teach them!

And who cares about stupid stuff like ‘build-up’ or ‘character-development’ if they genuinely were preparing Chloe for… what was that thing he described it as again… a ‘damnation’ arc? Let’s just flip a switch at the end of S3 to turn her into a pathetic caricature of her worst excesses without explanation, then introduce a ‘perfect’ sister out of nowhere to throw all those undesirable traits into sharp relief! And that’s not even getting into that detestable retconning flashback episode… What an absolutely fantastic idea to make everyone hate her as much as Thomas does!

No-one will notice the sudden incongruity here… after all, the average age of their audience is 5-8 so if they just throw excrement like crazed baboons about Chloe at the young audience time and time again caveman-style CHLOE: BAD. EVERYONE ELSE: GOOD the kids will chow it up like cheap chocolate ice cream! The older ones that do kick up a fuss? Who gives a ****. They don’t buy the merchandise, and where would all those hard-working producers if it wasn’t for all that cheap plastic crap?

With considerably less cars, swimming pools and exotic holidays to hard-to-pronounce destinations, that’s where! Let’s keep that bandwagon of shit a-rollin’… 🤑

Ah, now I believe this is that classic tactic otherwise known as ‘gaslighting’. When you say something as a fact over and over again, when the opposite is clearly true. Those of lesser willpower may start to accept it as reality while others (mostly those with functioning eyes, ears and brains)… won’t.

You know who was also good at that gaslighting thing, don’t you? A few clues… A Former (thank God) President? Very orange? Initials DT? Yep, that guy.

…And coincidentally, someone Thomas has been known to compare Chloe (14 year old girl, let’s not forget) to regularly. I mean, with THAT kind of accolade hanging over her head from the guy who created her, how could she ever fail?

See? What a great influence he is on the young too! Now he’s got his own handpicked gang of sycophants out of the street labelling anyone with the slightest complaint from a)pointing out the animation was slightly better last season or b)saying they miss the old transformation sequences as a ‘Chloe’. I think we’ve found his new favorite insult, and it’s the worst word he can possibly think of. Figures.

I bet he’s putting together a petition as we speak, for an official entry into the dictionary. Fortunately, there’s already one for ‘Thomas’, as in ‘Doubting Thomas’… someone who talks so much nonsense you should disbelieve anything they say. Or Thomas The Tank Engine, because whenever you mention a certain Blonde’s name in his presence, he tends to blow steam, look very heated and… you get the picture. 😆

On top of everything else, now he’s issuing threats. I have to hand it to him though… that’s a pretty good one. NO PLEASE TAKE MY MONEY MY LIFE I’LL EVEN GIVE YOU A FOOT RUB A BACK RUB AND LEARN TO LOVE ZOE ANYTHING BUT THAT NNNNNNOOOOOO….

Seriously guys, we need an immediate intervention. THIS CANNOT BE ALLOWED TO HAPPEN. I’m about to book an emergency flight to France, to barricade him in his office until he promises to never again even entertain the notion of… this. Who’s with me?

(And incidentally while I’m there, does anyone want me to pick them a souvenir? A beret? Frog legs soup? One of those miniature replicas of the Eiffel Tower? Let me know by tomorrow at the latest, and I’ll see what I can do) 😊🇫🇷

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #ladybug #chloe bourgeois #ml salt #disney #ml #zag #ml leaks #thomas astruc #aah that felt good

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rainbowsky · 2 years

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Is this fetishization?

I think this podcast episode will be of interest to many of my readers. It's a good discussion of all the reasons why the whole 'fetishization' argument about BL stories is incorrect and misleading.

The podcast is the Yaoi shelf, which I learned of through Dr Thomas Baudinette, a BL scholar whose Twitter I check in on every now and then. I have his book, Regimes of Desire, which I haven't had time to read yet but look forward to (it's available in various e-formats, which isn't readily apparent when you first look at the page, BTW).

The hosts are sharp and very entertaining, and Dr Baudinette is an excellent guest. Highly recommended.

They make some important points about how the whole fetishization claim is a misogynistic way to 'realign queer culture/experience with heteronormative norms', which is brought into queer spaces to mislead potential BL allies and turn them against aspects of culture that are considered immoral and/or subversive.

This was my own experience to some degree, before getting into this fandom and learning more about fan fiction and BL (although rather than being maligned, fan fiction and BL were mostly just ignored in the culture I was a part of).

I am now a massive fan of and champion for fan fic and BL, and that's thanks to the wonderful people I've met here on Tumblr who introduced me to a whole new world that has really enriched my life. My gratitude is boundless and eternal. 💖

Anyway, if this topic interests you, check out the podcast. And you might also want to check out Dr Baudinette's Twitter as well. He posts a lot of interesting stuff about BL and queer rights.

#lgbtpride #fan fiction #podcast recommendations

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awholelotofladybug · 1 year

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Therapy 2: A Stammering Adrien AU Story

Based on this AU.

Disclaimer: This is a non-profit, fan based fanfiction. The only characters or locations I own are the ones I make up. All other fictional characters and locations of Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir are the property of Thomas Astruc. Please support the official release.

“I’m glad you came to see me today, Chloé,” said Beatrice “Bea” Lavigne, Chloé’s family therapist.

Chloé sighed. “At this point, I think I should just move in to your office.”

“I don’t think you can do that,” said Bea. “But we can, as always, talk. Your parents are very concerned. Your mother tells me you’ve been having nightmares and your father says you’ve been stress eating.”

“I work it off,” Chloé said, blushing.

Bea shook her head. “Doesn’t make it any less concerning, especially when paired with your stress nausea. Talk to me, Chloé. Why don’t we discuss one of your nightmares?”

Chloé gulped. She didn’t want to. She REALLY didn’t want to. But she knew she had to if she wanted any chance at sleeping that night. So with a deep breath, she began.

“Okay, so in this dream, there's me and four clones of me, except they're taller, have green, warty skin, long nails and sharp teeth. They put me in a glass box, and then start torturing Marinette...”

“The way you used to,” said Bea.

Chloé sighed. “Yes. Anyway, I try to stop them but I just can't break the glass. They start beating her up and mocking her. The things they did, they just got worse and worse. Next thing I know, there’s blood, Marinette starts crying, and she... she...”

Chloé couldn’t continue. She just couldn’t. The guilt, the shame, the fear, they stilled her tongue, and pierced her heart. The floodgates opened, and Chloé’s cheeks were soon stained by tears and mascara. Bea heard all she needed to hear as she handed Chloé a box of tissues.

“It all felt so real,” said Chloé as she blew her nose. “And the worst part is that I really did do those things to her. I was the bully. It was all me.”

"Yes, a very ugly truth, Chloé. But you acknowledging it is a good sign,” said Dr. Lavigne.

Chloé sniffled. “Marinette said that too.”

“Chloé, something I think you and a lot of people your age need to understand is that you can’t erase the past,” said Bea. “All you can do is improve in the present, and hope for the future.”

Chloé sniffled again as she began to calm down. “I don’t know why I’m upset. I’ve apologized to pretty much everyone.”

“I can think of one person you haven’t apologized to. And you need her forgiveness as much as anyone else's, ” said Bea, holding up a mirror. “And you’re looking right at her.”

Chloé took the mirror, and sighed. She knew what she had to do.

“H-hello, um, me. I’m, uh, glad you’re here, because we need to talk.”

Chloé felt so awkward. She looked to her therapist, who urged her to go on. Another sigh escaped her lips before Chloé continued.

“Okay, look,” she said to her reflection. “I get it, our mom was negligent. She even taught us some bad stuff, but at the end of the day, I’m the one who decided to listen to her. I’m the one who made you, which is to say me, do all those awful things. To Marinette, to Sabrina, to Juleka, to Rose, to Nathaniel, to everyone. I did this to you, to myself. I’m the reason we were so awful, and, well... I’m sorry, Chloé. Can you ever forgive me?”

The room went quiet.

“Well, what’s your answer?”

Chloé had a picture in her mind. There was her, another her in tattered clothes and chains, and the four terrible monsters in the shape of her. Chloé helped her chained clone up and hugged her. This resulted in a blinding light that destroyed the Chloé monsters. The two Chloés merged into one. The chains came off, and back in reality, Chloé smiled at her reflection.

“I forgive you.”

Chloé sprung out of the office with a huge smile on her face. Andre and Audrey saw their happy child, and smiled themselves.

“I take it the session went well?” Andre asked.

“I think Chloé is going to be just fine,” said Bea. “The bad feelings and memories might pop back up once in a while, but I think she knows now not to beat herself up over them.”

Audrey smiled as she looked Chloé. “Bea, whatever we pay you, it’s not enough. Thank you very much.”

Bea nodded. “All part of the job.”

The Bourgeois family left the building, and Bea felt a spark of satisfaction, knowing that another young Parisian left her office with hope for a brighter tomorrow.

#miraculous ladybug #chloe bourgeois #chloe bourgeois redemption #audrey bourgeois #audrey bourgeois redemption #andre bourgeois #stammering adrien au #beatrice lavigne (OC)

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saintofdaggers · 1 year

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A strange and unsettling reading rec list

Kobo Abe: The Box Man, The Woman in the Dunes, The Face of Another

Kobo Abe was a prolific Japanese postmodernist author whose work deals heavily with questions of identity, existence and meaning in odd and surreal settings. The Box Man starts out as a tale of urban alienation before plunging headfirst into a confusing labyrinth of questions unanswered; The Woman in the Dunes sees an everyday figure trapped in a nightmarish living situation with a mysterious companion, while The Face of Another is a twisted meditation of identity and appearance (the latter two have also been adapted into excellent movies by New Wave director Hiroshi Teshigahara).

Italo Calvino: Invisible Cities

This lyrical, haunting journey takes us into the world of cities. Imaginary cities, existing cities, fantastical, dreamed and made up, will-be or has-been cities. Do you understand it? Do you feel it? It works both ways.

Adolfo Bioy Casares: The Invention of Morel

While not perfect, this unsettling pseudo-sci-fi novella from a contemporary of uncanny master Jorge Luis Borges has one of the most twisted, surprising and grotesque endings I’ve read, embedded in an atmosphere of guilt, paranoia and unrequited longing.

Leonid Andreyev: The Red Laugh

If you are looking for the most visceral, haunting, surreal yet utterly believable depiction of the horrors of war, look no further than this short story from an underappreciated early Russian realist.

Daisy Johnson: Sisters

A tense, dreamlike, vinegar-sharp twist on the classic Gothic premise of ‘strange women in strange houses’, this short little novel was one of the most surprising and satisfying reads of the year for me.

Victor Pelevin: The Yellow Arrow

Without spoiling the premise, this little travel story is both heavily existential and elegantly symbolic, while steeped in the categoric Eastern European down-to-earth reality, and just enough mystery to make you think. Studying it in college was a formative experience for me.

Friedrich Durrenmatt: A Dangerous Game (US title: Traps)

Not to be confused with the similarly-titled classic short story, this novella is from a brilliant Swiss writer who has been my favorite ever since my middle school German teacher put him on my radar. A master of the odd, the tragic and of the blackest comedy, most of Durrenmatt’s catalog makes for very rewarding reading; but this novella, about the nature of guilt and the absurdities of the justice system was another memorable piece of college study in my life.

Han Kang: The Vegetarian

If you haven’t read yet this (deservedly popular) haunting, powerful story of a woman’s quest for autonomy and identity, do it. Reading it feels like being doused with a shower of ice-cold water and blood - and I mean that as the highest compliment.

Kathe Koja: Extremities

Ex-horror author Kathe Koja first got on the literary radar with her Stoker Award-winning debut novel The Cipher; however, this collection of surreal, grotesque and disturbing short stories is much lesser-known than I feel it deserves. To sum it up: Extremities is a trip to that thin little border where the impossible and the nightmarish breaks through to invade everyday life. Whether the protagonists can deal with it or not... read it and find out.

Pierre Boileau, Thomas Narcejac: The Woman Who Was No More, Faces in the Dark

Boileau-Narcejac were a prolific French crime-writing duo who have sadly fallen to the wayside in recent years, except for fans of classic crime thrillers and European crime fiction (you might know them as the people who wrote the novel Vertigo is based on - yes, the Hitchcock movie). These two novels, from the few of theirs that have been translated into English, are incisive and creepy psychological trips into the psyches of disturbed individuals: a murderer and a blind man who suspects his family members of a strange conspiracy, respectively. Both are twisted, surprising and written with potent imagery that I guarantee will stay with you.

#book recommendations #rec list #literature #literary fiction #postmodern #book rec list #recs tag #my posts

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pyramidofmice · 1 year

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character ask >:) gary (duh), frodo baggins, and!!!! [uno reverse] thomas sharpe

Hello my dearest, darlingest pal and friend. I answer this months late during a break between Writing for Work. As all asks should be answered tbh

No surprise. once again I get a bingo with Gary King. He's just...he's so Character. Even Simon Pegg keeps talking about how fun Gary is from a emotional projection creative perspective

I said "canon isn't real if I don't look at it" because I rewatched TWE with a friend a few days ago and I had to cover my eyes during Gary's most Unethical Moments tm (mainly him. Harassing what, as far as he knows, is literally just a Teenage Boy). However "everyone else is wrong about them" because he IS a better person in the epilogue and he HAS grown & changed and everyone who argues otherwise is a negative nancy (I HAVE COMMENTARY TO BACK ME UP !! I HAVE EVIDENCE)

HE. FRODONK. MR BAGGINS. I could never squeak him he must be handled gently (not because he's '''not strong''' but because he deserves Rest)

Against what some fans may say, Frodo is BRAVE and STRONG and a HERO and I literally fucking adore him. He's angelic imo, what with the sacrifice and the resilient kindness and all. Get rid of the "if" for the square on the bottom left because things DO happen to him and I DO cry. But he has a happy ending (WHICH HE FUCKING DESERVES!!!) so I'm okay.

However much I love him, I know that I don't care about him as deeply as I do some other characters, meanwhile people out there have written such fantastic meta and fanwork. So he's "blorbo by proxy" for me. I am very satisfied to let yourself (@spacedadpicard) & other Frodo fans keep him, you tend him well

that being said I care him SO many hearts. All of them, each one. I grew up with him and I've gotten to see him from different angles over the years, so by that alone he's Special to me. And then he's SOOO wonderfully written in the movies and Elijah Wood gave him an UNPARALLELED energy and I'm forever kissing Frodo's precious forehead grateful

I GOT BINGO ON THOMAS BECAUSE I LOVE HIM. After I watched this movie for the first time I texted my friends that the inside of my head was shaped like Thomas Sharpe BECAUSE IT FREAKING WAS!! I was screaming and Breathing so much during the finale of Crimson Peak...if that ain't "a beast unleashed" I don't know what is.

He's. agh. His heart is so sweet and gentle...ok yes he's aided in the murder of multiple people so. he indeed hosts venom within his body. Engaging with this story as fiction; I very much do not condone his actions; you know how watching movies goes.

this man was born and raised in Hell and the movie coveys this so effectively and torturously...he never desired other people's suffering but he keeps on getting dragged into other people's selfishness and malice. It's. Agh. It's so overwhelming to see Thomas embedded in horror yet TRYING to make something GOOD and INNOCENT out of it!! He literally wants to be. HE WANTS TO BE KIND SO FUCKING BAD AA--

Anyway. Gah. His hope & his bitterness & his sorrow & his care are all so immaculate. Character of all time. I ignore canon sometimes so I can imagine him having a happy ending

#ask games #THANK U ZARA. 💗💗💗#thomas sharpe #gary king #frodo baggins #it seems I have a soft spot for Men who are Tormented... (but try to help others in the end)#crimson peak #the world's end #lotr #pyra speaks #Sorry to anyone I indirectly called a negative nancy #blood and ice cream

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loudestcloud · 2 years

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CW made a pride post and I recognize literally 0 of them so I'm going to list all the CW LGBTQIA+ characters from the shows I watch.

The Arrowverse: Sara Lance, Ava Sharp, Gary green, John Constantine, Charlie the shape shifter, Gwyn Davies, Leo Snart, Spooner Cruz, Hartley Rathaway, David Singh, Alex Danvers, Maggie Sawyer, Kate Kane, Sophie Moore, Julia Pennyworth, Anissa Pierce, Grace Choi, Pamela Isley, Renee Montoya, Angelique Martin, Ryan Wilder, Evan Blake 🏳️‍⚧️, Nia Nal 🏳️‍⚧️& Parker Torres.

Legacies: Ben, Jed Tien, Jade, Maya Machado, Finch Tarrayo, Josie Saltzman, Penelope Park, Hope Mikaelson, Lizzie Saltzman & Rebekah Mikaelson.

Supernatural: ( There's a lot more than you'd think so we're going in alphabetical order for this one) Lily Baker, Max Banes, Bori (Alpha Vampire), Charlie Bradbury, Castiel, Dwight Charles, Alan J. Corbett, Crowley, Cesar Cuevas, Jesse Cuevas, David Roseman, Demian (Cosplayer) Gilda (fairy), God, Naoki Himura, Maya Himura, Kristen (from Fan Fiction), Max (from Lebanon), Jenna Nickerson, Noah Ophis, Claire Novak, Rod, Siobhan (from Fan Fiction), Stacy (from Lebanon), Stevie (from Apocalypse World) & Thomas Roseman.

You're telling me out of this HUGE list, that has main characters in it non the less, the CW said "Na, lets put different characters up, without names of shows listed." Wtf

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hey!! i’m having a little dilemma and i’ve followed you for so long now that i trust your judgement and reasoning, so i was hoping you’d be able to help,, you’ve helped me before when i was too nervous to not be anonymous so i’m back again 😼

it’s nothing serious by any means!! i’m just a fic writer,, smut being my jam 😎 although i don’t get a lot of chance to write between the lack of ideas for the people i feel i “should” be writing for (you’ll see what i mean in a sec) and getting ready to finish a levels n start uni,, still, i enjoy writing when i can! but i’ve always thought i should only write about fictional characters because they’re exactly that, yanno? but lately i’ve had ideas for real “celebs” (youtubers especially, some musicians,, maybe some actors too?), and i wasn’t sure if that’s kinda immoral or creepy,,, i don’t really know any of their stances on being written about except for one youtuber group who has a series of reading and “acting out” smutty fan fictions written about them, and they just laugh it off, so i figure it can’t be so bad, right?

i know quite a few people on here write for actual people (i cannae recall if you have but i thought i remembered something about tom hiddleston back in the day? apologies if i’m mistaken!!) and i enjoy those when they pop up, although i don’t necessarily search for them anymore.. so i suppose what i’m asking is- what do you think about it? is it immoral or can it be justified? because at this point i may have to write it either way and just not publish it, cos i’ve got ideas for these guys dribbling from my littol brain and out my ears 😭👹

you’re wonderful btw, ty for being someone people feel like they can come to on this scary app 🫶🫶🫶

Hi, thank you for sticking around. I really appreciate it 💗

That being said, I’d like to start with a disclaimer that my opinions regarding this delicate topic are only opinions — they are not facts nor laws that have to be abided — and the answer I’m about to give is in no way to shame any person or to cause any negativity towards any person at all; here we go, the only time I’ve written about real people was when I was younger, back in my One Direction Wattpad era when I “didn’t know better” and I have taken all of my works about them on that site down because, looking back, I’m no longer comfortable having had written about them, since they’re real people and not fictional characters who I can shove my “headcanons” into and act like they’re my own project. Again, this is only how I personally feel about the matter as I’ve grown and am no longer the person I was years ago. No one harassed me into taking my works down, it’s only that my perspective on things has changed.

The only Tom Hiddleston related fics I’ve written about are about Loki and occasionally the other character he’s portrayed, sir Thomas Sharpe, but not Tom himself. And I don’t think I’ll ever write anything about Tom. One person’s reaction upon “being written about in a fanfic” cannot be applied to every other person and I don’t think it’s right to assume everyone would be comfortable being written about in a fanfic, even if they might not ever see it. It still feels to me like a violation in some way? Especially since they didn’t consent to be written about.

I’m all for “write whatever you want” but in my humble opinion, this applies to fictional characters, not real people.

I don’t know if this is the answer you were looking for, and I apologize if it’s not, but as to whether or not it’s morally acceptable or if it’s justifiable, I don’t think I can give you an answer for that, since 1.) I’m not the one being written about, so it’s not my place to assume or assure how the people who were written about would feel, whether or not they’d be comfortable about it and 2.) I don’t think it’s a good idea to rely solely on other people’s advice to determine whether or not something is morally acceptable or if it’s justifiable, because at the end of the day, the answer you’ll get will only be opinions of the person you’ve asked, and you might just get the complete opposite answer from another person, because there’s no “right or wrong” answer but only opinions and each person will have different opinions. I can give you advice, what my options on the matter are, but the only person you should trust the most is yourself.

Again, these are just how I personally feel. I know a lot of people on here also write about real people and all that, and I want to clarify again that this is not to “attack” or to “shame” anybody. We all have our reasons, and… yeah, you do you. I will never judge anybody based on this matter, because it’s not my place. My opinions are that; I’m personally not comfortable reading or writing fics about people who aren’t fictional, but if you are, I will not shame or attack you for it, and I will absolutely not “distant myself from you because I think I’m morally superior than you” — like I said, we all have our own reasoning behind our decisions, and I will never act like I’m “morally superior” than anyone. I hope you have a good time and I hope you’re comfortable with whatever decision you make. My little blog will always be a safe place for you.

#my inbox is open #fic #fanfic #writing #fandom discourse #ao3 #archive of our own #fanfic discourse #ao3 discourse #wattpad #fanfiction #fanfic writing #fanfic writer #fandom #fandoms

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Here's a little drabble for the amazing @the-th-horniest-book-club and their Sweet Sharpe Saturday event. 💕

Pairing: Vampire!Thomas Sharpe x F!Reader

He spent hundreds of years waiting for you to be born once more and he's not going to let you slip from his grasp again.

This is all a mistake. You’re never a fan of scary things, you’d rather be in your home enjoying some tea and finishing your drawings but now you’re here in Cumberland’s famous haunted mansion. You’ve received an offer to paint the mansion and its landscape for a huge amount of money. Somehow the current owner is very fond of the building so far as to keep everything as it is. Even the falling ceiling and the sinking floor.

Shivering from the cold and the thought that you’ll be staying here for days. In your head you’re wishing no hoping that the stories are what they are, just stories but years’ worth of ghost stories from your granny had ruined you.

“And we are here Miss.” The cab driver said, stopping infront of a tall arch with the words Allerdale hall on top. “Are you certain you’ll be staying there?” the man asked, the two of you are staring at the lone building on top of the hill.

“Of course I am…It’ll be fun.” You answered, swallowing the lump on your throat. Damn… you thought. Opening the door of the cab you rented. You didn’t notice that the driver is already outside pulling out your bags from the compartment.

“Here you go. Enjoy your fun stay with the ghosts.” The man joked before he walked back to his cab driving away as soon as he got settled in. You stared at his retreating vehicle mouth agape at his last words.

He really had to say that! You thought, picking up your Bags and went to walk up the slope towards your nightmare.

He's standing in front of his window. Staring outside the white ground with some red stains. Typical winter view of the Crimson peak nothing to be excited about except the beautiful woman walking towards him.

He has been waiting for so long to see her again and he can't wait to be able to stand in front of her.

To feel her touch, hear her voice…And now she's finally here back from where everything started.

You got up the hill and are now standing in front of the double door. You've knocked three times already. Hopefully your host will let you in sooner. The cold is going to make your ear fall off. Slowly the doors opened. Excited to finally get away from the cold you stood straight and looked up to a tall, dark haired man.

You froze, you didn't expect to see a young, dashing man. He's standing in the middle of the doors, looking at you as if trying to memorize every single detail. His lips slightly opened as he took in a shaky breath.

"Hi, I'm Y/N." You said offering a hand.

"I know…" he answered breathlessly. He took your arms inside his smooth on bringing it up towards his lips kissing it softly. You dont know if you're imagining things or he just inhaled while your hand is on his lips.

"Uhm? Ehem." You faked a cough to get the man's attention.

"I...ah, you must forgive me. I don't usually have a guess. Please come in." He offered, moving out of the way. He picked up your bags as you went in. Looking up at the beautiful chaos in front of you.

You suddenly can't wait to start painting them. The gear in your head is already moving. You got lost in your thoughts when the doors suddenly shut closed with a loud thud making you jump. You turn towards the man and again with the weird things you thought you saw his eyes glow red. But it's not. Its a very beautiful and soft green eyes.

"This house is very beautiful…" you commented, trying to remove all the scary thoughts your mind is starting to build.

"It is and I'm glad you're finally here…" the man said, and he started walking towards you slowly. "You're finally home…" he continued, licking his lips.

#th hbc #sweetsharpesaturday #thomas sharpe x reader #thomas sharpe imagine #thomas sharpe #crimson peak fanfiction #thomas sharpe fan fiction #drabbles #hbc drabbles

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What I would wear if I wear courting Thomas Sharpe in Crimson Peak…

(I do not own these images)

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The Sharpe’s New Pet, One Shot

Happy Halloween!!

Summary: Lauren is dared to go trick or treat at the Sharpe’s house. But when she ends up venturing inside, she finds it truly is a haunted house. And the Sharpe siblings have something planned for her.

‘Come on, they’re not that scary!’

‘Have you not seen them and heard what people say about the Sharpes?’ Lauren sneered at her friend, Anna.

‘Nonsense. It’s not like they never come down to the village.’ Anna shrugged.

‘Just for food, they never speak to anyone.’

‘Just go and trick or treat them! All the houses down here are boring, that’s a proper scary house and I bet they are always craving people to go there on Halloween, the kids are all too scared to do it.’

‘Or are you too chicken?’ Matthew jumped in with, making the other four friends laugh.

Lauren swallowed hard as she looked up at the creepy house that sat on top of the hill, looming over the village. ‘Well, why don’t we all go?’ She suggested.

‘Nah, this is your dare. You have to do it.’ Anna said annoyingly.

Lauren sighed and checked that her kitten ears were still on her head since it was a little windy. She had painted on whiskers to her cheeks and turned her nose pink like a cute cat’s little button nose. She had a black tail attached to her black trousers too and was wearing a black jumper. Simple, but effective enough.

The group of friends had been denied sweets from quite a few houses, being told they were too old for trick or treating. But they thought why should the young kids get all the fun? So they kept trying anyway, until they had decided to play a spooky game of truth or dare.

But Lauren instantly regretted it when she had to go first and her friends decided on the mean dare for her.

Gritting her teeth, she started heading out of the village and up the hill to the spooky mansion. Her friends followed her so far up, but when she was about ten feet away from the front gate, her friends stopped and let her carry on alone.

She looked over her shoulder at them and rolled her eyes. Continuing on, she got to the large metal bar gate and looked up at the house at the end of the long path. Her stomach was in knots with nerves, but she bravely carried on and opened the gate.

As soon as she stepped through, the gate swung shut behind her, making her jump.

‘Ok, calm down. It’s just on a hinge, it’s fine.’ She said to herself and tried to ignore the chilling feeling that was running down her spine.

She slowly continued her way up towards the mansion, with every step she took it seemed to get more and more terrifying. She could see how old and dilapidated it was, she was starting to wonder how anyone could actually live in it.

The wind seemed to pick up as she got nearer the front door, making her pause and hold onto her cat ears just in-case. She took another step, then noticed a small wooden sign just at the bottom of the steps.

NO TRICK OR TREATERS! GO AWAY! OR ELSE!

She knew she should’ve turned around and left, but when the front door opened itself, Lauren couldn’t deny she was a little intrigued. There didn’t seem to be anyone there on the inside.

‘He… hello?’ She called out quietly and tentatively started up the steps.

It was dark inside, she couldn’t see any sign of anyone. Finding it super odd, since she knew that the Sharpe’s lived there, she continued to the door and called out again as she popped her head inside. ‘Hello? Is anyone here? Trick or treat?’

Lauren thought perhaps they’d gone out and left the door open, it was really windy so she thought that would be why the door just blew open, perhaps.

She just wanted to take a small look inside, then she would high tail it out of there and head back to her friends. Tell them there was no answer. But as she stepped far enough inside, the door suddenly slammed shut behind her.

‘No, no, no!’ She gasped in a panic as she tried opening the door again, but it wouldn’t budge. It was locked.

‘Shit!’ She hissed to herself as the panic started bubbling up inside of her. ‘Ok, calm down… It’s just a house. You can just explain what’s happened when they get home, just a misunderstanding.’ She said to herself, to try and keep a rational mind.

But as she turned back to face the interior of the house, the dread returned to her veins. It was cold and creaky, there was a huge gap in the roof so it was damp, too. The huge staircase was slightly rotten at one side.

It was getting colder as the wind continued to blow throughout the house, drafts everywhere. It was colder inside the damn place than outside, making her shiver.

Deciding since she was trapped, she’d be as well look for somewhere cosier to wait it out. She knew the Sharpe’s would be pissed off at her anyway.

Slowly she made her way through the place towards the left, going through what seemed to be a dining room she then got into the kitchen. There was a stove and she was tempted to turn it on, just to get some heat, but she was distracted when she heard a scratching noise on glass behind her, making her freeze in fear.

Body trembling, she eventually managed to slowly turn around towards the noise, there was a mirror but nothing to be seen. She started to relax slightly until suddenly a very large and lanky shadow figure moved across the kitchen behind her. Her eyes widened and she let out a scream as she lurched forward and turned around again, looking around madly to see where the figure had gone, but there was no sign.

‘Please… Whoever it is… I’m sorry for intruding, I want to leave. Please.’ She sobbed and then made a run towards the front door, but when she got there, it was still locked.

‘No, no, no!’ She cried out hysterically and made a run for another room, there wasn’t much in there it seemed to be an old library. Just a few book shelves with very few books covered in dust and cobwebs.

But when she looked upwards, she let out another blood curdling scream.

Hovering up in the air above the bookcases, was a ghost. She was blood red, her bones and insides on show and she was cradling a baby that looked the same.

There was a groaning noise that came from the floor between two book cases, another ghoulish ghost was dragging herself along the floor towards her, looking the same as the other one, leaving a trail of blood behind.

Screaming continuously, Lauren ran out of the room but then she ran into two human beings, the Sharpe's. She ran right into Thomas, who quickly grabbed hold of her.

‘LET ME GO! LET ME GO! GHOSTS!’ Lauren screamed hysterically and thrashed in his arms.

‘Ghosts, here? Oh my poor dear, you must be imagining things.’ Lucille tutted. ‘Let us get you some tea, that will calm your nerves.’

‘NO! I NEED TO LEAVE! I’M SORRY!’

‘Shh, shh. You’re not going anywhere, little kitten.’ Thomas growled softly, tightening his arms around her. ‘And you’re freezing cold, let’s get you warmed up.’

No matter how much she struggled, she couldn’t get out of his grasp. He dragged her upstairs while Lucille went to the kitchen to get tea.

But as Lauren was dragged down the corridor by Thomas, she saw into the bathroom as the door was open, and what she saw was the last straw as she passed out in his arms. Another ghost, in the bath that looked to be full of blood.

‘Oh dear. She’s not dead, is she?’ Lucille asked Thomas as she strolled into the bedroom with a tray of tea.

Thomas had laid her on the sofa on front of the fire, but had tied her wrists behind her back so she couldn’t try anything stupid if she came round.

‘No, she passed out in fear.’ Thomas chuckled, he was sat on the edge of the sofa next to her.

Lucille stood next to Thomas and put her hand on his shoulder as she looked down at Lauren. ‘You know, it might be nice to have a pet about the place for a change.’

Thomas raised an eyebrow and looked at Lucille with a little smirk. ‘She is a rather adorable kitten. Though getting her to stay willingly might be a challenge.’ He said as he reached out and stroked Lauren’s hair gently.

‘Well, pets don’t always have free roam of the house, do they?’ Lucille smirked wickedly. ‘But I’m sure we can keep her compliant and under control.’

‘We are not poisoning her.’ Thomas said firmly.

‘No, no. There are… other ways to teach her the difference between good and bad behaviour.’ Lucille moved closer to Lauren and trailed her fingers down her cheek, then down to her neck. ‘And she would suit a collar.’

‘It’s settled then. We have a new member of our family.’ Thomas grinned.

When Lauren came to, she started panicking as there was a ball gag in her mouth and she had a leather collar around her neck with a ring on the front, that was connected to a long chain connecting her to the large bed, but what scared her the most was when she saw Thomas and Lucille sitting on the bed at either side of her.

‘Glad to see you’re awake.’ Lucille said and reached out to stroke her cheek with the back of her hand.

‘There’s no need to look so frightened, kitten. I’ll show you around your new home later, once you’ve got your strength back. You need to relax right now.’ Thomas grinned.

New home? And why did he keep calling her kitten?

Her eyes widened in fear and she tried to speak to them through the gag, but it all came out garbled.

‘Hush now. Do as Thomas says and relax. We will take care of you now, our cute little kitten.’ Lucille pinched her cheek and smiled at her, then hopped off the bed to stoke the fire.

Lauren was breathing heavy in fear as she tried to process the situation. Tears streamed down her face. This couldn’t be happening.

‘I have always wanted our very own pet. But our mother wouldn’t allow it when we were kids. Said they were too much trouble. But you won’t be naughty, will you? You’ll be a good girl.’ He hummed and leaned over, kissing her forehead.

That just brought more tears to her eyes as Thomas got up too and once Lucille was finished with the fire, she and Thomas headed out of the room. Leaving Lauren there to relax and recover. But all she did was cry and scream through her gag, hoping someone would come rescue her or she would wake up and realise it was all a nightmare.

But it was all very real.

The Sharpe's now had a new pet to look after and play with.

#tom hiddleston #jessica chastain #Thomas Sharpe #lucille sharpe #crimson peak #fan fiction #one shot #halloween

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UPDATED MASTER LIST!

https://villainousshakespeare.tumblr.com/masterlist

Also find all works on AO3

#Master list #ao3 masterlist #Loki #tom hiddleston #robert laing #sir thomas sharpe #jonathan pine #jack linden #James Conrad #Magnus Martinsson #Henry V #Prince Hal #fan fiction #Fic #fan fic

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Fanfiction

Links: Fantastical Fanfics

The Dark Asgard Chronicles: Mangling the Fowls

The Dark Asgard Chronicles is a collection of stories that presents an alternative to the benevolent Asgard documented in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Inspired by the Gor Chronicles by John Norman, an upside-down Asgard exists where morals are subjective and traits like greed and hedonism thrive. In this tale, Asgard is the most powerful of The Nine Realms and controls the slave trade throughout. Mangling the Fowls is the first story in The Dark Asgard Chronicles. It introduces the reader to the slave society and the underhanded schemes the royal family has embarked on to ensure the right son sits on the throne of Asgard.

The darkness consumed them, and they were finally free...

Mangling the Fowls is the first story in The Dark Asgard Chronicles. It introduces the reader to the slave society and the underhanded schemes the royal family has embarked on to ensure the right son sits on the throne of Asgard. The story is mostly Loki-centric but other characters from the Thor movies receive attention as well. The underlying theme of the story is that we are all slaves to something.

The Bitter Crimson Tales: Crimson Decay

The Bitter Crimson Tales is a collection of stories based on the 2015 movie Crimson Peak. Imagine for a moment if the Sharpes were rich and the family fortune wasn’t wasted by their father. Imagine if the brother and sister duo were fiends of the night. Interested? Come on in.

The best kisses are always bitter...

Crimson Decay is the first story in The Bitter Crimson Tales. In the story, the reader is introduced to the wealthy and dead (well, undead I should say) Sharpe siblings. The deadly brother and sister duo haunt the night, living on stolen blood. The oppressed Thomas Sharpe longs for the touch of someone else besides his stifling depraved sister. Enters a beautiful boy and an exotic beauty. Oh, the drama!

Torrid Lucidity

I'll have the easy with a side of pain...

Brock Rumlow is a nymphomaniac. He’s also a sociopath, but nothing's new about that. However, what is new are flashes, visions, breaks in time, disorientation, and forgetfulness. Is he losing his mind? Not that he had it all together in the beginning.

Suddenly, a new man enters Rumlow's life. Will he be able to hold onto something for once, or will the psychotic breaks keep interrupting the bliss?

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