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blind-alchemists · 22 days
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so I've started the meta post about why it infuriates me that Varric says his publisher is stealing from him and
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... I've only just outlined the history of book printing. I'm not even at the part where I start deducing what it all means for Thedas, or where I go into the publishing business, or the implications of Varric's fame.
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bee-barnes-author · 6 months
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ITS DONE
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now i get to take a month off before final edits and querying starts! 🥳
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nymika-arts · 1 year
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mood atm
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Characters haunting their own narrative. A protagonist we don’t actually meet until four or five episodes in but who we hear of from damn near every mouth in the series. Their allies look out at the horizon and grit their teeth at their own troubles and reassure themselves like a prayer that they are coming, they’re coming, they’ll be here soon just hold out a little longer—
Their enemies look out at the destruction they have wrought and hold meetings to discuss the loss of men and territory and resources to this one person
People gather in bars and taverns and town halls and fountains to discuss the stranger who saved their lives or destroyed their businesses or liberated their people
We finally meet them when they arrive to help their friends, and the plot proper kicks off with everyone all together, we get to meet them and learn of them and see their personality, and eventually maybe we forget that they were introduced not as a person at all but as a ghost, a myth, a formless thing lurking around the edges of everything
(Sometimes they look so lost, fingers pressing to their pulse like they need the reminder their heart is beating. They confess to their closest friend that sometimes I’m not sure I’m real and their friend says sometimes I’m not sure either)
And in the end that character vanishes again, maybe dead or maybe something else, but they end the series the way they began: spoken of with a mix of love and terror, the ripples of their existence felt everywhere but they themselves nowhere to be seen, their ideals carried onward without them
Once someone they saved told them “you’re a hero! We’ll remember this forever!” And they smiled a small, sad, exhausted little smile and said it would be kinder to forget me.
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mayonnaise-sock · 1 year
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Gahh i fucking love this movie
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thomashewittslover · 22 days
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“No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and how dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.”
Bram Stoker, Dracula
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swsapphics-ao3feed · 1 month
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by Vedi
Words: 1939, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Star Wars: Ahsoka (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F
Characters: Shin Hati, Sabine Wren
Relationships: Shin Hati/Sabine Wren
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Suspense, Pining, Horror, Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension
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b4kuch1n · 1 year
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I put the october pieces on my redbubble as prints because I think they’re preddy good. happy august are you gonna eat that
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drowning-in-cacophony · 7 months
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twisted
For @flashfictionfridayofficial Prompt 221: Spine In A Twist
[Summary: a girl witnesses her friend's strange ability] [cw: mild body horror - mentions of bones cracking & untwisting]
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“Oh no,” she whispers softly, looking at the twisted mess in front of her. “This is actually so disturbing.”
“I’m aware,” he grunts back, dry in tone; if she closes her eyes, it’s just like any of their usual banter. She comments, he’s wry. Except for the fact that she can’t possibly close her eyes. She can’t quite look away at all.  It’s truly like nothing she’s ever seen.  It’ll be seared onto the back of her eyeballs forever.
A sickening crack spears the forest air; she winces, while he lets out a groan closer to relief.
“You’re- going to crouch there and watch?”  He paints a stroke of incredulousness around a smaller click, joints shifting back into sockets. “Don’t you think that’s a little- ah- rude?”
“Is it really bothering you?” She doesn’t think she could look away even if she wanted to. It’s like a mangled car crash: horrifying and intensely attention-grabbing. Another twist, another sound. She’s broken people’s bones before and these are the sounds she’s hearing now. She eyes up the spine – the worst contender here – and the impossible angle it’s contorted at.
And yet still he’s placid enough to raise an eyebrow at her.
“You’d not leave even if I told you to, would you?”
“No, not really,” she admits freely. “Anyway. I think it’d be worse if I did. What would I do, just stand behind one of the tree trunks and try to ignore the sounds echoing around? It’d be awkward.”
“It’s awkward,” he pauses for a grunt, a snap as something pops, “right now. I don’t usually let people watch. I’m not entertainment.”
“Trust me, this isn’t entertaining.” Or is it? Like so-called freak shows at the old circuses. Drawn by the abnormality and isn’t that what roots her to the ground, watching in ever growing fascinations and horror?
He shoots her a look; she bites a lip.
“If you really want me to-”
“It’s fine.” Quickly, decisively, and not because there’s another crack hurrying the words out of him like the King’s hunters sent out on a chase. He doesn’t look away – he’s not the type to bow to embarrassment over fondness, to flinch from the implications – so she doesn’t either. He breaks the contact first, if only because of how his neck spasms, bones twitching and shifting.
“Does it hurt?” Maybe right now isn’t the best time to ask, but later she thinks embarrassment will force her to bow, to tuck these personal questions away for fear of prying. A knee joint lets out a sound like thunder on the horizon, right before the rain comes pouring down; his lips form a thin line around gritted teeth.
“What do you think?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it doesn’t. Maybe you’re used to it.” The only first here is her actually seeing it. She’s heard plenty, seen him stagger back from situations that should have had him dead. She’s dug her fingers into the tense, sore parts of his shoulder muscles and now, she thinks she’s seeing his spine untwist itself.
No wonder he’s always so sore.
“A little,” he allows. “It gets- expected, after a while. I – shit – don’t get surprised, at least.”  
“Is it easy to converse?” If he says no, she’s going to feel somewhat a jerk, but then again, he’s the one engaging her. Making that choice. He could have told her to fuck off from the first words and she would have, even if it’s been hard. She’d have forced her feet to crawl backwards, because she’s often curious but not enough to piss him off. Not when he’s been through this.
A splitting tree trunk; another set of bones. One and the same, ringing in her ears.
“Surprisingly so.” His fingers jerk, marionettes on strings. His breath catches as something follows in his hips, slowly twisting back around. “Shouldn’t be long now. Then we can finish what we came for.”
“You don’t want to rest first?” She doesn’t think she’s blinked this whole time. Engraving the whole thing, start to finish, on the folds in her brain so she’ll definitely recall this forever. The sounds. The strange wrongness of his form. The heavy sick feeling distant in her stomach.
“After this, the first thing I want to do is make someone pay for it.”
The ghost of a wry smile catches her lips. “Can’t say I blame you.”
A few minutes later, and she can truthfully say she knows what a spine resettling itself sounds like. He sits up – finally – and makes sure his legs are properly oriented in his hip sockets. Then he looks up at her, gaze always so unflinching. There’s no shame, no embarrassment.
Just the usual trust, and a helping of vengeance on the side.
She lifts herself to her feet and holds out a hand.
“Let’s go, now you’re finally done rearranging yourself.”
He takes her hand. “Let’s.”
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Psycho Analysis: The Thousand
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(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS!)
Spider-Man has had many unique and colorful villains over the year, enough to rival even the likes of Batman in terms of the greatest rogue gallery in all of comics. You’ve got the classics like Doc Ock and Green Goblin, you have ones who were good for one story like Kraven, and you have the greatest villains ever like Big Wheel and The Wall. And this level of memorability even extends to his one-shot foes, like The Thousand.
Once one of Peter Parker’s biggest bullies, Carl King saw the accident that gave Peter his powers. Watching as he became a beloved hero, his envy grew to the point he broke into the lab where the spider that bit Peter was being held and ate it. He soon had his body undergo a transformation into a colony of murderous spiders that can take over and liquefy a person’s insides and then wear their skin like a suit, something he openly admits he frequently does to children and the homeless.
Jesus, that’s fucking dark. What sort of sick, twisted mind could conceive of such a villain?
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Ugh. Well, let’s see if we’re working with Preacher-level Ennis or The Boys-level Ennis here.
Motivation/Goals: Carl King is another villain who is just a hater, but he takes it to the next level by being utterly narcissistic in his hate. He was a schoolyard bully as a kid, picking on poor, pitiful Peter Parker, until fate decided to give Pete spider powers. From there, King became incredibly envious of Peter getting the love, fame, and adoration he felt he was owed. Over years and years he waited, gathering strength so he could eventually get close to Peter and take over his body. It’s a simple motivation, but it works, and the ultimate goal is as unnerving as anything.
Final Fate: During his fight with Spidey, he gets tricked into punching an electrical box and is zapped like the bug he is, careening off the edge of a building to what I’m sure Peter presumes is his death.
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But wait! Oh no, King survived!
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His narration shows he’s as vengeful as ever, surely this is the beginning of a horrific and bitter feud betw-
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Oh. He’s just fucking dead, huh?
We get a mere three issues with this grotesque, disturbing concept and then it’s all taken away by some dude’s shoe.
Most Fucked Up Scene: Hey Garth, I don’t think we’re sure that King is a truly irredeemable monster yet. Think you could maybe throw in some fucked up sex and also maybe demonize homosexuality a little bit?
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Yeah, thanks for that.
Final Thoughts & Score: I don’t like The Thousand, and boy is that a fucking shame because this entire concept is genuinely really cool. Like, an evil spider colony that wears people like skin suits and dissolves their insides, kind of like Edgar the Bug from Men In Black? It’s gnarly and creepy, and The Thousand does have a pretty cool design to boot. But… it just doesn’t sit right with me. Like, we have a villain here who eats people from the inside out, hollows out their skin, did this to their mom, fucked their dad and then did it to him, and just in general acts like a creepy asshole… and he’s fighting Spider-Man. It’s just so… edgy. But I should’ve expected this from Ennis, huh?
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Honestly, it is interesting how King seems to be something of a stand in for Ennis. He’s a sad, miserable edgelord who revels in being depraved and edgy, and is extremely bitter that there’s a cool and well-loved superhero who is getting attention he feels he’s owed. This kind of mirrors how Ennis hates superheroes because he feels they hijacked and overtook a once-diverse medium like comics and turned it into something far more uniform and lacking in variety. I doubt this was an intentional thing at all, I don’t think Ennis is that self-aware, but I did find this read of King to make him a bit more interesting.
I kind of want to be clear here: I don’t think The Thousand is bad. I have very mixed feelings and don’t personally like it, but I don’t think it’s a bad villain by any means. As far as a one shot villain goes, it’s pretty hard to forget. I genuinely can’t pinpoint what my problem is. I don’t necessarily think anything he did is wildly out of place in a Spidey story, and it’s not how edgy The Thousand is as a concept and in practice, because Carnage exists and nothing can out-edge him and I have zero issues with his existence as a Spidey foe. I think maybe the issue here is that we’re thrown this new character who has beef with Peter and we only get three issues of development before he’s unceremoniously killed, putting the kibosh on any future storylines (theoretically; you know how comics are with bringing people back). Maybe I’m just frustrated that an interesting concept was wasted, though I don’t know how you could keep this guy around realistically.
If I’m being completely honest here, I think it really comes down to the guy who created him. Ennis is at his best when he’s playing in a world of his own creation like Preacher, or messing around with Frank Castle in an isolated setting. Him touching other heroes… Eh. Even when he’s not openly disdainful, you can kind of feel something off. The art isn’t helping here, because the humans in this comic look almost as nasty as the mutant evil spider creature. Ultimately I think a very generous 6.5/10 is what I’ll give him. I think the Ennis-isms of the comic itself kind of hold him back, as does his premature death, but as a villain The Thousand is a very interesting idea relegated to a mere one-shot. They can’t all be winners, I guess.
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blind-alchemists · 3 months
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i'm very normal about this fic, in case you haven't notice
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bee-barnes-author · 1 month
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Hit 10k words on my necromancer manuscript yesterday!
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Also the hardback proof for the beast in the glass house showed up last night! Getting my self publishing plan in order in case no agents want it.
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zkretchy · 1 year
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So the background being that poppy was a pure anything but anything grimdark neutral looked wrong afterwards so...pop~ Today is a day of artistic edge or whatever you call it and alas-Aiden had to suffer my mood here today because ~aesthetics~-they are there to be enjoyed
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Knock at the Cabin (2023 dir. M Night Shyamalan)
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kansaspieco · 1 year
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Arthur: *doesn't let John see the movie from the poster he saw*
John, his eyes enormous: you BRUSH AWAY John Doe? you treat him like a passenger? oh! oh! jail for the husband! jail for the husband for One Thousand Years!
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thomashewittslover · 17 days
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