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haveyouseenthismovie-poll · 8 months

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When I first saw the blog, I had a very disdainfull reaction of "we get it Tumblr only watch kid movies" but the more result I see the more I find it interesting that yes, the movie with the most overwhelming "yes" are movies that were really popular when we were children, but most adults movies either have an overwhelming "haven't even heard of it" or have actually very close "yes" and "no" answers. There's very little cultural monolith actually

Most of the kids' movies that have received majority "yes" votes haven't been all that surprising. Most of them are Disney (or other big animation studios') movies that came out in the 2000s-2010s, so a lot of this site's primary age demographic probably watched them as children. I think if you asked any site with a primary age demographic of 20-30 year olds about movies like Monsters Inc. or The Incredibles, the results wouldn't be that different- those are just extremely popular movies. That's where the adult-oriented movies prove more interesting IMO, as those are the movies that you generally have to have made an active effort to see rather than just had it played for you as a little kid. For instance, Blade Runner isn't a movie my parents would've shown me or that any of my peers would've been talking about when I was younger- I saw it myself once I got older because it was regularly talked about in film fan circles I'm in and thus I thought it was important to watch it. I have to imagine that at least a few other "yes" voters on that poll had a similar experience.

The fact that the adult-oriented movie results are, as you said, usually either primarily "haven't heard of this" votes or are a fairly even yes/no split is interesting because it establishes two types of adult-oriented movies: the ones that are critically acclaimed in film fanatic circles, but lesser known outside of that demographic, and the ones that are so absurdly popular that it's wild to think that anyone hasn't heard of it. Maybe you don't care about killer robots or evil shark movies, but chances are that you at least know about The Terminator and Jaws, whereas movies like The 400 Blows and Persona are apparently primarily heard about and watched only by those with an active interest in film history (at least as far as this blog's voting pool is concerned.)

A take-away from this blog that I've read and found interesting is the idea that a lot of folks basically just stop watching movies when they get older. I think this can be hard to wrap your head around if you are someone who really loves movies and still makes an active effort to watch a variety of them, but it does seem to be what this blog's results suggest. Most people simply aren't that into movies, especially when the movies in question came out decades before they were born. Maybe that's a bummer for some, but that just makes me interested in seeing what movies general audiences (or in this case, the Tumblr demographic) have deemed important to check out.

What do the followers think about this? Are there any results that y'all found particularly surprising?

#answers #(also obvi some movies are just generally obscure but im not talking about those ones here lol)

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sunsguilt · 1 year

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hello lovely! since vil is your favorite character, can i request some vil hcs similar to the other ones? he's not really 'pathetic little man' material, but i wanna see what you do with him 00

have a nice day <3

SO IF YOU NEED A HERO... OR A BOYFRIEND...┊ft: vil schoenheit

warnings: none! contains : gn! reader

notes: if vil showed up while i was literally at the altar abt to say my vows i would dip so fast its not what it looks like babe ur th only one 4 me it was never that serious (this took a while, sorry guys i went silly)

everyone who says vil is pure evil and would treat u like shit, you are all lying to yourself. he is literally my babygirl. argue with the wall.

vil schoenheit would fall for someone, fall hard, then want to die because why did he have to fall in love with you? like international superstar vil falls head over heels for an absurdly average person who they see in classes occasionally??? he doesn't know either.

he is striving to become the most perfect version of himself, just to have your attention.

and you're. not perfect. nowhere near what vil initially assumed would be his standards for a partner before you. maybe you sleep in class and you're scraping by with a barely passing grade.

he's gonna make it his goal to "fix" you. you're not irredeemably evil but he'll make it his job anyway.

(not that you guys need fixing! failing your classes is a hot bitch move but he is doing this bc he wants the best for you!)

this is going to serve as an excuse to be closer to you and allow him to tutor you. he won't bullshit it either, he takes it seriously.

moving on to the topic of nicknames, he usually just says your name. when he first meets you, he'll call you spudling. calling someone a potato is cringe; it's his only flaw.

he'll say "my dear" just as a general affectionate term. when he's annoyed at something or someone, he'll be calling you "sweetheart". his tone gets sickly sweet and you know he's mad at something.

but honestly, flashy nicknames just aren't his style. it's more of a rook thing to be like "my darling, my love" etc etc. vil would be mortified if he had to call you that, even as a joke.

vil vague posts about you. it's probably the most human vil looks in front of his fans. even vil schoenheit has someone they pine over? incredible for the self-esteem.

he's posting a photodump with a caption like: "i never know what to think about. i think about you." or "with them today."

you're probably vaguely aware of vil's social media presence, not really paying it any mind. it's awkward to cyberstalk a classmate, much less a friend.

since he doesn't tag you, you never really know about the posts and the wreckage that comes after vil happens to post a random photo of him holding your hand across the desk in an insta story.

vil wants his confession with you to be perfect, like it has to be. he agonizes it for a long time, rook occasionally dropping huge hints to you, much to his dismay.

he really is just scared of rejection. you denying him would honestly shatter him into a million pieces.

he'll take it slow, he'd never try to rush it with you. with time, he'll tell you his carefully guarded feelings, and it will be perfect.

— ☆

#vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit headcanons #vil x reader #vil schoenheit #x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst hcs #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #vil bbg ily !!!!!#vil fluff #this is really sappy sweet but i love him so much u guys

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elains · 4 months

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HoFaS cements to me that Sarah struggles with conclusions of her epic story arcs, picking up patterns we saw way back in ACOWAR.

She's not good at balancing stakes VS pay off. The former due to how she's always raising them to astronomical levels, quite literally with the Asteri. They're so absurdly ancient, powerful, and knowledgeable; so unimaginably powerful, with a system that has been in place for fifteen thousand years... and it all crumbles so quickly.

It takes less of a month for Bryce to take them down. Hypaxia develops a cure for the parasite in what, three days? Four of the Asteri die in the most anticlimactic fashion possible, including our main antagonist, Rigelus (and really, why have so many Asteri if you aren't going to do shit with them? Three/Four was ENOUGH).

It ends too fast, too quickly. Fifteen thousand years of oppression, ended like that? Come on.

And the pay off is not enough. Did anyone doubt even for a moment that Bryce would stay dead?

Death is cheap in CCity Land. We see that with thr necromancer plotline, even if it can go wrong. It was clear as day that she would be brought back somehow, just as it was clear as day Rhys would not stay dead in ACOWAR. The surprise in that one was Amren returning too (which Jesiba didn't and CCity's ending is better for it).

And if death is cheap and the reader knows it won't stick, it just becomes a bad plot device to give the ending some emotional way. Some pay off: oh look, they defeated the evil, but there were consequences which won't last more than one chapter!

I'm not arguing against happy endings. I'm arguing that if you are going to pull this off, better not kill these character are all. There are other ways to achieve this emotional impact on the reader, death is not the only way to do it; have the journey matter. Have them be changed and impacted by it, transformed. The person they weren't at the start are not who they are in the end. Along the way, things changed, and some of it are never getting back.

If you are going to have this epic storyline against monsters of legend, conquerors of worlds, powerful enough that time slows when they die, then the resolution has to be coherent with the stakes. You are dealing with the fate of worlds, yet everyone is fine and it moves so fast and the emotional side is left to the wayside... I don't know, maybe don't raise the stakes so sky high?

#hofas spoilers #sjm critical #sorry folks its all too easy

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regicidal-defenestration · 4 months

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No-one else is doing it like Doctor Who and the Pirates

Sixth Doctor, spoken: One can almost say that I am the very model of a Gallifreyan buccaneer.

(jaunty music begins)

Evelyn, spoken: Oh no, you are going to sing!

Sixth Doctor, spoken: Well, yes I am!

Sixth Doctor, singing:

I... am the very model of a Gallifreyan Buccaneer.

I've information on all things a Gallifreyan holds most dear.

I've linked into the Matrix through its exitonic circuitry,

I understand dimensional and relative chronometry.

I'm very well acquainted too with matters of the Capitol,

I'll give you verse and chapter on Panopticonian protocol,

I've been into the Death Zone and I've played the Game of Rassilon--

(Rassilon? Assilon, Bassilon-- ah ha!)

With pestilential monsters that I got a lot of hassle from!

Chorus: With pestilential monsters that he got a lot of hassle from! With pestilential monsters that he got a lot of hassle from! With pestilential monsters that he got a lot of hassle hassle from!

Sixth Doctor:

I understand each language and I speak every vernacular.

I'll conjugate each verb obscure, decline each line irregular.

In short in every matter that a Gallifreyan holds most dear,

I am the very model of a Gallifreyan Buccaneer.

Chorus: In short in every matter that a Gallifreyan holds most dear, he is the very model of a Gallifreyan Buccaneer.

Sixth Doctor:

I've tackled shady Castellans with devious behavior.

I've sparred with Time Lord chancellors like Thalia, Goth, or Flavia.

In fact on some occasions I've held office Presidentally,

'though maybe I won't mention I was ousted out eventually.

I know just how it feels to be a wanted man and on the run,

but wouldn't leave the carefree buccaneering life for anyone.

Though sometimes my adventures seem absurdly operatical--

(Operatical? Hatical... patical-- ah ha!)

With ups and down and twists and turns and incidents piratical.

Chorus: With ups and down and twists and turns and incidents piratical! With ups and down and twists and turns and incidents piratical! With ups and down and twists and turns and incidents piratic-ratical!

Sixth Doctor:

I've sailed the seven seas of Earth and all the oceans of the Moon,

my trusty true Type-40 is my Gallifreyan picaroon.

But is this really what the average Galifreyan holds most dear?

I wonder what they think about this Gallifreyan Buccaneer.

Chorus: But is this really what the average Galifreyan holds most dear? We wonder what they think about this Gallifreyan Buccaneer.

Sixth Doctor:

But....

I've defeated evil robots such as Daleks, Quarks, and Cybermen.

I've overthrown dictators from Tobias Vaughn to Mavic Chen.

I've rescued helpless maidens from the devestating Viking hordes.

Vanquished Autons.... Axons... Daemons... Krotons.... Monoids, Vampires, Voords.

I've liberated planets and delivered them from total war.

Saved Earth, Manussa, Dulkis, Skonnos, Earth, Tigella, Earth once more.

In short I know I am the truest Rassilonian legate

(Legate? Decate...Hecate...Hecate? Mm. Not sure if that's canonical... Ah ha, I have it!)

And so to Time Lords all I say remember me to Gallifrey!

Chorus: A sentiment we all agree, remember him to Gallifrey! A sentiment we all agree, remember him to Gallifrey! A sentiment we all agree, remember him to Galli-Gallifrey!

Sixth Doctor:

I'm not content to just observe, I am a bold adventurer.

Though other Time Lords mock this Gallifreyan interventioner.

I know in every matter that a Time Lord really should hold dear

I am the very model of a Gallifreyan Buccaneer!

Chorus: We know in every matter that a Time Lord really should hold dear, he is the very model of a Gallifreyan Buccaneer!

#story of all time to me #they also did a parody of I am the Pirate King which we love to see #sounds #doctor who #big finish #doctor who and the pirates #six

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thelunarfairy · 8 months

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Amane's Darkness

What is inside Amane? or Hanako. I like separating them, it seems to highlight that Hanako is a different person than Amane.

Amane is fragile and suffered for reasons that we still don't fully know. His vulnerability makes him different from Hanako.

Although not very different, Hanako is perceptive and underhanded. Perhaps this name came along with his new birth. Because you can't know what you'll become when you become supernatural, as he himself said.

He gained a stain that spreads across his chest, at times moving to other parts of his body, and sometimes reflecting in his eyes.

What are all these shadows that suffer so much behind Hanako? Do they represent a feeling or are they other lesser supernaturals that have joined with it? It's impossible to know.

Maybe it's the one who joined Tsukasa (because he's apparently the same as Hanako) Maybe it's the result of his own sin against himself. It is known that this is the darkness that Hanako tries so hard to hide, and he feels ashamed when he looks at Amane, as if confirming to himself that he was weak (from his own point of view).

I can't completely trust Hanako, given the warnings from everyone around him about his suspicious character and attitudes, in addition to his own self-judgment about himself, it seems that in the future we will meet an evil Hanako.

Hanako is getting hit too often and too easily lately, to make us believe that he is fragile, that he needs to be protected, that we get attached to him more quickly, but every time he is seriously injured he recovers absurdly quickly, almost as if nothing had happened.

One minute Hanako is almost exorcised by Teru, and the next he's running up and kissing Nene. Does he pretend to be the fragile Amane when he wants to? I believe he would give up everything again because he fell in love, but what happens if Hanako gets angry and decides to attack with everything if someone does something to someone he loves?

Tsukasa knows, and wants to see it again.

They are pushing Hanako to the limit, little by little, until the moment he can no longer stand it. And I want to see that.

When Tsukasa is judged as an angel by the author himself and Hanako is always represented as a devil, good things should not mean.

I'm looking forward to seeing the real Hanako come to light.

This is so exciting!

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hephaestuscrew · 9 months

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I want to talk about this moment between Lovelace and Minkowski immediately after Cutter dies:

Lovelace GASPS in relief. Both women COLLAPSE, wounded, at the end of their ropes. LOVELACE Nice... shot. MINKOWSKI Couldn't... have done it... without you, Captain. You all right? LOVELACE No. You? MINKOWSKI No, I... I... yeah... LOVELACE Stay with me, Minkowski. MINKOWSKI Yeah... We're almost through this. We just... need to... get Eiffel... And off of their attempts to hold onto consciousness, we -

Firstly, the acting of this scene is incredible. (The timestamp is 1:42:26 if you want to listen back.) I'm in awe of the way Emma Sherr-Ziarko and Ceilia Lynn-Jacobs convey the sense of pain and exhaustion and relief and trying to hold onto consciousness. The kind of damage they've undergone has been very different - Minkowski bleeding out from her gunshot wound, Lovelace recovering from the external control that caused her to inflict that gunshot wound. But the way these experiences manifest in their breathless pained voices is pretty similar. There's almost a kind of unity in that.

I love that the first thing Minkowski and Lovelace do after Cutter dies, even as they are struggling to speak, is to acknowledge each other's contribution to this moment.

"Nice shot" feels like a comment more suited to congratulating someone on doing well at a shooting range than as a response to a friend successfully harpooning their evil boss. There's a casualness to it as a phrase that feels almost humourous in this context, but it also reflects the fact that there isn't really an established thing to say in a situation like this. (More below the cut)

Minkowski could have just taken full credit here - after all she's the one who fired the killing shot - but she doesn't. It reflects the ethos of this show that neither Cutter nor Pryce, the major antagonists, is defeated by a single protagonist alone, and that the protagonists themselves are aware of that.

This scene is an example of a kind of exchange we get a few times throughout the show, where a character asks another character if they are okay and the answer is a clear no. There's an conversation like this between Eiffel and Minkowski in Ep12 (EIFFEL: You okay, Commander? / MINKOWSKI : No, Eiffel. My second in command just betrayed me and tried really, really hard to murder both us. I’m pretty damn far from “okay.”), and between Hera and Minkowski in Ep29 (HERA: Commander? Are you okay? / MINKOWSKI: No. You? / HERA: No. But I will be.), and between Eiffel and Hera in Ep41 (EIFFEL: Are you okay now? / HERA: No, Officer Eiffel. I'm not. But... I'm going to be.) I think I've said this before in tags on a post, but there's something about that type of exchange that fits the tone of this show so well to me. Of course none of these characters are all right, not with what they've been through. But the asking is still important, because of the care these characters have for each other. And the honest answer is still important, because this is a show partly about communication and because sometimes the awful things need to be acknowledged.

I should probably also say that there are also plenty of instances in Wolf 359 where people falsely claim to be fine in response to questions like this. There's an awful lot of emotional repression and compartmentalising on that space station. Which makes it more significant when characters are honest about not being okay.

In this scene, Minkowski and Lovelace don't need to waste words on saying why they aren't all right. I picture them both looking down at Minkowski's wound as she speaks here. And they laugh, or as well as they can do in their current condition, at how absurdly obvious it is that they aren't okay. Maybe that attempt at laughter is a way to keep going. And they are both so determined to keep going.

Lovelace tells Minkowski "stay with me", even though Lovelace is struggling to remain conscious herself. There's something so tender about that to me, and it's particularly heart-wrenching given that Lovelace was forced against her will to fire the bullet that wounded Minkowski.

When Minkowski says "We're almost through this", it feels like a call back to her conversation with Eiffel earlier in this episode, when he said "We're almost through. Just one more day, and then we're done." The "this" in "almost through this" somehow holds everything that they've been through on the Hephaestus. The repeated sense that this is the last confrontation that they will face on that station is perfect for a finale. But there's also something very emotionally heavy about that finality, especially when spoken by a woman who is bleeding out from a gunshot wound. And yet through her exhaustion and her pain, Minkowski expresses hope that they will get "through this", that they are "almost" on the other side of the whole nightmare.

Neither Minkowski nor Lovelace even consider the option of not going to look for Eiffel (and Hera). It would have been perfectly reasonable for them to have gone back to the Urania to try to patch Minkowski up and to wait to see if Eiffel and Hera were able to join them. But these characters would never do that.

They go to look for Eiffel even though Minkowski has been shot and Lovelace has been subject to horrific external control. They go to look for Eiffel even though both of them are "at the end of their ropes" and struggling to hold onto consciousness. They go to look for Eiffel even though waiting on the Urania was the plan they'd agreed upon with Hera. They go to look for Eiffel even though, for all they know, Eiffel and Hera might have the situation completely handled, or might even already be safely on the Urania. They go to look for Eiffel (and Hera) because only once they are all together can they consider themselves "through this".

#It's surprising that I've barely talked about this scene #given that it is definitely one of the finale scenes that lives in my head rent free #I put Hera in brackets in that last point because they don't explicitly mention her #and the location aspect of 'looking for Hera' isn't quite the same #but I know that they wouldn't have left without her either #Also characters telling an injured/sick loved one 'Stay with me' is one of those tropes that really gets me #It's a way of saying 'don't die' without saying it (cos they don't want to say it)#It's a way of saying 'don't die' that disguises itself as says just 'stay conscious'#It's a way of saying 'don't die' that also says 'don't leave me. I need you here with me'#wolf 359 #w359 #wolf 359 spoilers #w359 spoilers #the empty man posteth #renee minkowski #renée minkowski #isabel lovelace

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ithinkinggenshin · 2 years

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Are the requests open-? If they are can I request fem reader wearing a maid dress in front of (miko, ei, Jean, and ningguang)?

You've been maid

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Yae Miko, Ei, Jean, Ningguang

Pairings: Fem!Reader x all characters mentioned above

Warnings: swearing, master/servant scenario, teasing, horny pining (nothing explicit), not proof read

Word count: 1,691

Synopsis: UwU

Yae Miko:

“Come here little one. I have a gift for you. A specially made outfit that’s very popular in Mondstat.”

Maybe you really are a masochist. You feel so humiliated, face burning red and yet you voluntarily put the outfit on anyway. The “special” part was that the outfit was pink and white, instead of the normal black and white. Cute white stockings, adorable frills along the bottoms of the sleeves and on the straps of the apron, which itself is on top of a pastel, bubblegum pink dress, and finally some pink silk bows to tie it all off.

You feel like a toy doll as Miko helps you into the costume, unnecessarily grabbing at you the entire time. It doesn’t help that the outfit is incredibly exposing and overtly sexual. Yae made sure to get the entire outfit custom made. Meaning she even went so far as to get some cute white panties with a big pink heart right on the front of them, and a pink and white lace, push up bra to match. She’s an evil genius. A malevolent mistress.

"See? Do you look so pretty? And you fit the role so well. You're already serving some delicious treats."

You can see her lick her lips in the mirror, her canines growing, the animistic side of her rearing its head. Her tail sways slowly behind her.

Your arms come up but Yae quickly grabs them.

"Uh uh uh~ no hiding from me now. I deserve to see my gift in its complete form."

You huff. You want to look away but you can't. The outfit is so simple yet it manages to convey so much. You wonder if Yae got the idea from one of her novelists. She probably commissioned a poor soul to draw it all out for her. The outfit fits you enough that you have room to breathe and move your arms easily. But the bottom of the skirt barely comes to your mid thigh and the dip in the neckline is a full on scoop that doesn't even manage to hide the top of your bra. She must've planned that because the bra manages to look like an accented part of the dress, rather than an unintentional flashing. The entire outfit hugs your ample body. You do feel kind of cute in the outfit, it does all come together quite nicely, but the way the top of your stockings squeeze your thighs and how the panties let your ass show. You shake your head. The devil is in the details. And the kitsune right behind you is reveling in said creations.

Ei:

What. Is. That?

When she lets you into her mindscape, she was already aware that there would be something different. Her puppet had taken notice of your different attire and told her when she was letting her master know of your arrival. But still, she didn’t expect to see you in such an… odd outfit. Ruffles at the bottom of your sleeves and dress– which is absurdly short, by the way. A collar? Why in Teyvat is there such a low cut gap in the middle of the chest?! The entire outfit doesn’t seem very functional, why do you have it? Why are you wearing it? Who else saw you like this?

You didn’t expect such a shocked reaction from Ei. You could practically feel the ground shake as lighting must’ve struck outside with every question she bombarded you with. You want to laugh. She’s so adorably confused and jealous.

“Do you like it? Yae gave it to me. She told me I’d look cute in it.” You twirl around and the skirt flows with you only to show Ei how short your dress really is. You better not have done that in public.

“That damned fox. You look… good in that outfit. But… it doesn’t seem very practical.”

Her poor attempt at hiding her feelings has you letting out that laugh. Perhaps you should tell her about all the people who stopped you on your way to the palace, who complimented and praised you. One girl even gave you some sweets from her stall. Ei would certainly give you a bigger reaction with this knowledge but… you don’t want lighting to strike the poor girl, she didn’t know after all.

“I like it. It doesn’t restrain my movements very much and it feels great to wear in all the humidity.” You give her an innocent smile. She grits her teeth.

“Hmph. Well. Perhaps I can change the weather to something more suitable. I don’t think wearing that often will be good for you.”

Oh Ei… you think to yourself. Such a sweet gesture, with such selfish intentions. You decide to throw her a bone. You’re not Miko, after all.

“That’s sweet of you, but there’s no need. I think I’ll only wear it when I see you. That’s what it’s for after all.” You wrap your arms around her neck and beam up at her. You can feel her relax with your words. You lean against her chest.

“Besides. I don’t want you to start another fire just because you’re jealous.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You laugh and instinctively wrap your legs around her waist as she effortlessly picks you up. Stealing the box of candies from your hand behind her. She easily holds you up with one arm as she uses her free hand to pop one into her mouth and then feeds you another. You laugh as she forcefully shoves the treat past your lips and presses it onto your tongue to silence you. You’ll have to thank Yae for the outfit. You’re definitely going to wear it again. Especially if it means Ei will grip you as hard as she is now, her hand beneath you having made sure to make its way under your skirt in order to hold you up against her.

Jean:

To this day you had never bothered to mention to Jean that you worked at Good Hunters. At least, not until now.

She doesn't look up as you step into her office, instead deeply focused on the paper she's writing on. You let out a soft sound of appreciation, the acting grand master looks so good in the glow of the setting sun. Immediately Jean's head snaps up. She's been eager to see you all day and she'd recognize that voice anywhere, even if it's in a small hum or tiny whisper.

Your smile grows as you watch her eyes go wide, looking up and down your form. She blushes bright red but doesn't look away. Since when do you have a maid outfit?!

You walk like a model, one foot crossing in front of the other, swaying your hips as you approach her desk. You love the way Jean looks at you, so pathetically longing. You put your hands on the desk and lean over. It’s cute how the little keyhole opening just beneath your collar barely gives anything away, yet Jean is staring at it as though doing so will allow her to see more.

You gently call her name, “Jean.”

“Hm?” She doesn’t look away.

“My eyes are up here you know.”

Those words seem to snap her out of her stupor as her head whips up and her eyes meet yours in a wild and panicked state. You just laugh as she sputters out apologies and excuses. What she did was inappropriate, you love it when she looks at you like that. You’ll have to wear your uniform to see her more often. Maybe she’ll help you make a few adjustments to the outfit. Then again, you don’t think you’ll be able to explain to Sara why the little window has been torn open to expose more of your chest. But it might just be worth it if it means riling up your adorable girlfriend even more.

Ningguang:

Never bet against the banker. The house always wins.

To be condemned to be a servant for the Tianqian feels like a worse punishment than death. To think such a tiny wager would curse you with such a fate. The damned woman must’ve rigged the match. She was ready with this outfit as soon as you lost. She knew this would happen. Everything fits you like a glove. She cheated! She must have. But it’s no use. You couldn’t prove it, and now here you are on your knees in front of her, cleaning up the gold floors in the chamber she loves so dearly.

The people below all say that Ningguang is immaculate, perfect in everything she does. If only they could see the number of “accidents” where she spilled her wine, scattered papers, and let cigarette ashes fall on her precious furniture. You swear she’s manipulated these incidents too. You can always feel her eyes on you as you bend down to pick up the papers or wipe up the floor.

You once demanded to know why she did all of this? Made such a risky bet, got you a tailor made outfit, and now jeopardizes some of her most valuable documents because she just wants to see you bend for her.

Instead of answering she just smiled and in that luscious voice of hers said, “How about another wager? If you win I’ll tell you everything you want to know. But if I win…

“You’ll become my personal maid.”

You can feel the blood inside of you rush to your cheeks. So that’s what she’s been after this whole time! You know what she’s insinuating with that title. Personal maid. You’re not looking to be at her mercy more than you already are. Plus, she’ll probably rig the game again like last time. You scornfully shake your head and go back to cleaning up the ashes she scattered on the floor. They smell like her, or maybe she smells like them. Either way, you spend the time trying to think of a way to get your freedom back. It’ll undoubtedly come down to another gamble, but this time your body will be on the line. But… so will your freedom.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #yae miko x reader #ei x reader #jean x reader #ningguang x reader #thanks for the ask!#god i love writing fanfiction instead of doing homework #thanks for reading!#wow i got an ask!#fem reader #fem!reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #posted fic

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rawliverandgoronspice · 4 months

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hey! do you have any thoughts on demise as a looser/more fluid/symbolic/metaphorical figure in the context of the story of the series- like thoughts on what he represents, and stuff like what his curse could mean thematically rather than the more essentialistic absolutistic "literal satan" interpretation that most of the (at least western) audience seems to take?

i know he may be somewhat contentious as a choice introduced by the writers especially considering from an outside perspective what he kind of did to the majority of fandom analysis and discourse, but i've been thinking about how it's quite possible the writers had a more paganistic approach to what it means to be a deity and how demise doesn't even really have a NAME so much as he is supposed to be some sort of manifestation/personification of the concept of demise, and maybe also of hatred, and also i don't know, like, what the point of that hatred is or why there has to be demise/what implications there could be of this worldbuilding

hope that was coherent enough to make sense of anything i just said but yeah i was just curious if you do!

Heyy sorry never replied, replying now!! Thanks for the ask!

Yeah it's exactly how I'm taking Demise, and I think what you mention connects more to what little I know and understand of shintoism.

In French, Demise has an absurdly long name and is basically called "The Avatar of the Void", which I think is... interesting? It makes me extremely curious as to how Demise is called in original japanese --because to me, "Void" is about the absence of things more than their destruction. It's about the absence, not the inevitability of things crumbling down that comes with Demise. I don't know which of these concepts are the closest to the original vision (if it's Void rather than Demise I think it recontextualizes everything we thought we know about this world and characters, but in my opinion it feels too incoherent with the rest of the world, so my guess is that it was a poorly thought-out translation --but I might be wrong!), but to me it's all in the title: Demise. The curse is that every golden era must end with a reckoning.

I think the curse is extremely compelling in that mythological sense, the way Demeter and Persephone's tale is about the joy and pain of passing seasons; it's the given cause for this world's fate as it is condemned to rise and die continuously; and that their eternal, bright future will always be opposed. To be honest, I'm not even sure it's a *bad* thing. Conflict is not only inevitable, it needs to rise to the surface instead of being suppressed to ensure things do not remain stagnant and shortcomings are being acknowledged and addressed --which is also partially why the suggestion of TotK's golden forever after really doesn't sit right with me, especially since nothing was learned and nothing truly changed in the course of its runtime.

I think the curse sucks when people think it means that Ganondorf is a generic evil demon man without motive of his own. It especially grinds my nerves since I somehow never hear this argument being made for *any* other villain in the franchise. I know they look alike the most (and TotK didn't help matters here), but I never *ever* saw people arguing that Vaati doesn't have motive, for example. Or Majora. Or Zant. Or even literal nothing characters like Bellum, who by all means looks more like a primal demonic evil acting on instinct than anyone else. Somehow, we get to assume they have internal motives that, while obviously wicked and self-serving, are their own! But somehow, Ganondorf, the actual main antagonist of his series with the most amount of games hinting at his backstory and internal moral code, gets flattened as an evil puppet with no internal life whatsoever. It's genuinely bizarre.

Anyway sorry sorry! Thanks again for the ask!

#asks #thoughts #demise #skyward sword #ganondorf #zant #vaati #majora #tloz #zelda fandom critical #totk critical #thanks for the ask!!#I don't get how you play wind waker and still go “yeah he's just an evil spawn of satan and that's all there is to him”#you don't have to like him or sympathize with him! but there's obviously something more than raw evil there #it's so weird to see what's basically a popular fan theory bulldozing past actual canon content #and making its way into the way nintendo itself is starting to perceive their own character #anywayyyy

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i found this post that i wrote in reaction to “you go too fast for me crowley” YEARS before s2 came out and its just even more applicable now, fuck.

god im so fucking emotional, like. they both have trauma for their respective sides and histories, but for crowley, it has only made him want to rebel more. rebel against the rebellion. he doesn't give a fuck, its all busted anyway, just do whatever you want and keep your head down enough you dont get got. he deFINES rebel without a cause, because he has no goal here, he isnt trying to take down heaven or hell even though he hates them both, he just. wants to be happy. but aziraphale had the opposite reaction, which was to try to please them; they manipulate him, and he wants to do Right, he wants them to say he's good, he has a lowkey javert complex of The Rules Must Be Good because if they arent that means everything is broken and i cant deal with everything being broken. but now that he's in love? he loves. a DEMON. he loves a demon, but he hasn't fallen. because he hasn't acted on it? or...because it isnt? wrong? the choices are that crowley is evil, and heaven is right or...

crowley is not evil, and heaven is.. wrong. and both! are unthinkable! he can't reconcile it! but he's trying. he's YEARNING. the LONGING...... crowley has been ready for six thousand years, has been nudging him towards this for six thousand years (This being not just Them, but recognition of the corruption of the system) and aziraphale. IS bending. he never would have admitted he was in love with crowley, even to himself, even a hundred years ago. but he still isn't ready.

he knows. he knows the score. and maybe, one day, he will get there. but not yet. he knows he's slow, painfully, absurdly slow, just as crowley is terrifyingly, absurdly fast. one of the many reasons they should be incompatible. and maybe they Are. crowley needs to wait if he wants to have him. he's sorry, he really is, that he's like this. but you go to fast for me, crowley. that's me. that's the angel you're in love with. and crowley.... in pain, buried in longing... will wait for him.

#a/z #good omens

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[ID: Sketch in black and white with only blood shown in red of Jacob Stone chained up to a wall by his wrists, and his head lolling forward in unconsciousness, as a silhouetted figure walks away through a door into a lighter area. There is blood soaked into Jake's shirt sleeves and front, and spattered over his neck and the side of his face. End ID]

Day 20: Dehumanization

Jake being held by a vampire and fed on regularly

Ficlet below the cut - warning: blood and hurt with very little comfort (there is a follow on later in the month)

Jake really hated vampires.

He had hated them from the start, questioned slightly his hatred after meeting a not actually evil vampire, and now he hated them absolutely, completely, entirely again.

There was no daylight in this place, which made sense for vampires, but it meant he had no way of knowing how long he’d been here.

The intermittent periods of unconsciousness from blood loss didn’t exactly help with that.

At least at this point he was so exhausted from the repeated feedings that he didn’t really feel, or maybe his mind didn’t register, the pain anymore.

His wrists used to hurt from the metal restraints, especially if he tried to move.

And there had been the waves of intermittent piercing agony and dull throbbing of the side of his neck, the insides of his forearms, the insides of his thighs…all the sites the vampires bit into him…five or six vampires or maybe more…it was dark and seemed to be getting always darker, like shadows encroaching from the corners of the room.

There was one vampire in charge.

That was the only one who ever fed from his neck, and he was taller than the rest. Much taller than Jake. He had a grip tighter and more relentless than the iron that bound Jake to the wall.

During moments of consciousness and lucid thought, Jake hoped to himself that Cassie had got out safe.

He remembered them coming across the vampires while trying to retrieve an artefact. He put himself between them and Cassandra, shoved her towards the door that Jenkins had just opened, but he was unconscious before he saw whether or not she got through.

There was every possibility she had not. That she was chained up in some other dark, cold room in this place, subject to the same torments that he was.

But she would have got through.

She definitely would. There was no way she didn’t make it out safely. Jake just couldn’t accept that as a possibility.

He would probably have seen her if she hadn’t, back on his almost successful escape attempt, back before these chains. Back when he had the ability to sit and walk and move around, before he had become nothing more than an on-site buffet for the vampires and the plaything of their leader.

That escape attempt had taken him out of the cell after punching two vampires who had come for him and making a break for the exit. He had made it all along a corridor to the elevator at the end. He had made it inside, hit the button for the thing to rise above the basement level, but before it could move the doors were wrenched open and the leader strode in, absurdly cliche leather coat swathed around him.

The bastard had laughed, amused by the attempted escape, by Jake’s efforts to fight back as four of the creatures cornered him in that elevator.

It had probably been a hell of a piece of work to clean the blood off the walls. And even more of a piece of work if the vampires had tried to explain it to anyone else who might be in the building, using that same elevator.

After that, he woke up chained to the wall.

Not once had they removed those chains.

He still tried to fight. To kick or headbutt or something, but it was always a wasted effort, and each attempt was weaker than the last.

They bit through the fabric of his clothes until it was torn too much to be in the way at all. If Jake lived long enough, the feeding sites would probably fester, become infected, with the patches and threads of his jeans and shirt shoved deep into the wounds.

And maybe he would live long enough… The vampires were keeping him alive. They were making sure that he stayed alive. And if they kept him alive longe enough, or his friends would come and save him. His fading mind fooled him repeatedly, making him think one of them was there, taking out the vampires, turning them to ash, coming to save him…

But if they hadn’t by now, they probably never would.

He heard the now familiar ping of the elevator doors opening and closing.

He counted the seconds.

One, two, three, four…

The door to his cell opened.

He readied himself to kick out at his assailant. Make it difficult. Make them work for their meal.

He threw a sluggish right thrusting kick towards the tall vampire who stepped up before him.

His leg was caught, yanked forward, straining his shoulders with his wrists still fixed to the walls. The monster held him there for several seconds before shoving him roughly back against the wall, his back and head slamming into the hard surface.

No time to breathe, not time to try again.

The vampire stepped up close, crushing him against the wall, pinning him into it.

Jake tried to resist as the vampire grabbed his hair to yank his head to the side, but he didn’t have any more resistance to offer.

The fangs sank deep into his neck, some blood spraying at the initial puncture, overlaying what blood had been left to dry on his skin before.

It was probably only a few minutes, but it felt eternal, the blood being pulled from his body, slowly, indulgently, until the darkness crept closer.

It would engulf him soon and bring the peace of unconsciousness, long before the vampire had finished.

“Stop!” Eve had reached her limit a long time ago, but even still she checked her anger and softened her voice when she repeated the word, “Stop. Please.”

“Stop?” Flynn frowned, “Stop what? Stop why? I thought we were-”

“Stop talking. Please. Just…stop talking,” she sighed, “Unless something you’re saying will help us find Stone.”

It had been over a week.

Cassandra had been the only one to return from what should have been a routine artefact retrieval, being propelled with unexpected violence right through the back door. And then the door closed sharply behind her.

When they opened it, stepped back into the passage she had been in, ready to fight, it was empty. There was no one there.

Some signs of a struggle, of a fight, but Stone was gone and there was nothing there to lead them to him.

They’d been following dead end leads for nine days now, and each passing hour gave whoever took him more time to hide. The probability of finding him, and finding him alive, dwindled each day they failed.

Most of all, she was angry and frustrated because there was nothing she could do. She had exhausted all her expertise and knowledge and even connections in the initial stages of the search, and they had yielded nothing. The task necessarily fell on the librarians, who were far from the coherent unit they usually were, with Cassandra blaming herself for Stone disappearing, and everyone else trying to stay positive to lessen her pain.

Eve looked up from the book she had been failing to read on known magical entities in the part of Los Angeles Stone had disappeared in. The back door had opened, admitting Ezekiel and Cassandra.

And they were smiling. Or, as close to smiling as they had managed in weeks.

“We have something!” Cassandra declared, “The Monkey King’s staff has a very distinctive magical signature, which we theorised Stone would have too because of the mark it left on him, and so we…”

Eve half blanked out the complex mathemagics explanation that she launched excitedly into, relieved when Ezekiel summarised in English, “We have a possible location for Stone.”

He held up his phone, revealing a map with a red circle on it.

“Where?” Eve moved around the table as Flynn took the phone, examining the map.

“Multistorey office suite in downtown San Francisco,” Flynn mused, “Not where I would choose to hold my hostage.”

“This is assuming the spell actually worked, and the staff’s magic is a match to Stone’s.”

Cassandra shot Ezekiel a desperate look.

“Which it probably did and it probably is…so, what’s the plan?”

“We need a breakdown of everyone who has offices in there,” Eve began, her spirits rising with the very real, very immediate, problem to solve, “How long have they been there, are they a legitimate business, and so on?”

“On it!” Cassandra raised her hand.

“Jones…”

“Security profile of the building,” he nodded, and disappeared with Cassandra to get to work.

“I’ll go look into the history of the building and the location,” Jenkins said with a slight awkwardness that was explained after he followed the others from the room, and she turned right into Flynn’s unexpected embrace.

“We’re going to find him, Eve,” he said in that soft, gently, kind voice that was so rarely used that it held such a greater significance when it was, “Alive.”

He pulled back, taking her hands in his, “I’m sure of it.”

Eve hadn’t realised she had been so obviously afraid, so clearly rattled by this whole thing…but, maybe she wasn’t as good at hiding her emotions as she once was.

Stone had seen right through her when she was heartbroken over Flynn leaving again, and that was over a year ago now.

Her walls were getting progressively lower.

“If we don’t…” she began the sentence but there was no way to end it that she could voice.

“But we will. Stone’s stubborn,” Flynn smiled at her, “Maybe more stubborn than me, and you know how bad I am.”

“I do.”

“So he’s going to be fine. Whatever’s happened and wherever he is.”

Whatever happened and wherever he is were both solved only a few hours later.

“The basement,” Jenkins stated, “For many years, centuries, in this precise location, there was a vampire’s…ah…commune, of a sort. Now, one of the listed occupants of the building is a company known as Angler’s Avenue.”

“So, vampire fishermen?”

“No,” Jenkins gave a disapproving look at the disruption, then seemed annoyed at himself before he continued, “Sort of. The leader of that commune, who has gone by many names over the centuries, was known to many as The Angler. So called not because of a love for that particular style of fishing, but rather because he would bait humans with a variety of temptations in order to take them into his commune. Or, in most cases, simply feed upon them.”

Bewildered, Flynn raised an eyebrow, “And no librarian ever got rid of him?”

“Two attempted, and two failed. The Angler has since been very much off the radar.”

“Not anymore,” Eve glared, “So, den of evil vampires in the basement of an office building…not done that one before.”

“Of course not. If you had ‘done that one before’ none of you would likely be sitting here now,” Jenkins continued, “These are not vampires to be trifled with. Some are very old, very skilled killers. Going in even with a plan of attack and suitable weaponry is a considerable risk.”

“If we go in the day?” Ezekiel suggested, “They’ll all be sleeping right?”

“And they’ll all be there,” Flynn nodded, “At night some may be out, but not necessarily…we need a way to thin their numbers. Take out several at a time, if needed…”

“Even the odds,” Eve concurred, “Is there an artifact we can use? Something that creates a sort of sunlight or garlic spray or general vampire vanquishing aura?”

“What about the sun? Can we harness some of that?”

“Maybe there’s a spell we can use?”

“Or, maybe we just lure a bunch of the vampires out of the basement?” Ezekiel said as if this was the most obvious plan possible, “Look, they’re in that office building as a business, right? They don’t own it, and they need to keep looking legitimate to keep it and keep themselves from being noticed by the cops or librarians or whoever else has issues with kidnapping people. So, we trigger some kinda security alarm or inspection or something else that will force at least enough to seem like a real company to leave the basement, then someone else goes in while they’re distracted.”

Eve nodded, “It could work…alright, Librarians, we have a plan!”

They drifted into his nightmare like fog over the ocean. He knew what, who, they were but they seemed formless, and moved without really being seen to move.

They had been here before. Eve, shooting a vampire in the heart with a bullet that steamed and hissed on impact, Flynn with Excalibur, slicing through the vampires just like Jenkins had.

But they had never been here at the same time, and never when he was alone.

They came when the creatures were here, catching them in their meal, appearing in his vision as his consciousness faded.

And they never actually reached him.

But now, here Baird was, her hands on his cheeks, looking into his face with painful concern and tears in her eyes. And Flynn, holding his arm, his wrist, inspecting the chains and muttering words Jake couldn’t hear.

“Baird,” Jake’s own voice held no sound. He knew he had tried to say the name, but nothing came out.

“Hey,” she smiled, “You’re okay. We’ve got you now.”

Suddenly there was a weight to his right, dragging him down until he was caught painfully by two sets of arms. The weight was his own limb, freed from one chain, and too weak for him to hold it up on his own.

Eve held him while Flynn worked on the other chain, then he was free.

The pain that blossomed through his shoulders, down his back, along his arms, was nothing in comparison to the burn down his throat as he attempted to talk.

He wanted to warn them. To make sure they knew about the vampires. That they were there and they might come back.

But his bare feet, where they touched the ground as his two friends practically carried him out of the room, brushed over ashes briefly.

There had been vampires.

At least some were now gone.

Ahead, a familiar blue light. The back door.

Behind them, the elevator pinged.

Jake froze.

He knew what came after that sound.

One, two, three, four…and the vampire would be on them. Sooner if he chose. He would kill them. Or, worse, so much worse, imprison them. Turn Flynn and Eve into nothing more than sources of blood and sick delight as well.

They were still moving towards the glow of blue, not looking back, carrying Jake with them.

But Jake did look back, twisting painfully to get a glimpse of the elevator. He saw the vampire there, standing still. Just watching, watching, and then he was gone in the dizzying rush of time and space.

The annex.

Home.

And Cassie, running at him, throwing her arms around him in spite of all the grime and blood covering his skin and clothes.

He hugged her back as best he could, raising one arm to her side but unable to do more. Eve was still behind him, supporting him from behind, keeping him from collapsing.

He looked beyond Cassie’s red hair to where he had heard Ezekiel’s voice, but he didn’t manage to say anything in response.

What blood he had left froze at what he saw.

Judson’s mirror.

Cassie in the reflection, clear as anything ever was in that antique glass.

But where his own reflection should be, there was nothing.

#ailesswhumptober2023 #Day 20: Dehumanization #the librarians #jacob stone #cw blood #cw gore #cw torture #vampires #Jake does not like them vampires #masks whump art

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cosmicgardencreative · 8 months

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(Ismaire here:) ~6 hr speed-paint, + 1.5 hrs to tweak for the second version.

I love Resident Evil. I won't go through my whole personal fan history or journey, but it's my favorite franchise. I've loved the Resi Remakes too. And like it seems a lot of people did, I absolutely loved the new Separate Ways.

And this is just a personal opinion, I'm not saying that anyone needs to agree - but I adore Lily Gao as Ada Wong.

Every actress who portrayed Ada before has their place in Resi history and I'm grateful for the work they did in the franchise, but I think Lily Gao did such a perfect, snappy, subtly multi-layered version of the mysterious mercenary I was familiar with.

I always loved Ada, so I say this with love and appreciation:

She's taken Ada from femme fatale spy stereotype to a fleshed-out individual, from an archetype to a complex woman who has her own ideals, feelings and struggles, and has to juggle them with the decisions that got her where she is now. Obviously the writing was great too, which played a huge part in setting up Lily Gao's acting to absolutely sing (at least to me).

She's a different Ada, for sure. Was I caught off-guard by her voice at first? You bet. She doesn't have the airy, playful, motherly (sometimes kind of condescending?) tone about her anymore - she's got things to do. She's as sharp and cunning as she is quietly compassionate. She's willing to cut off Albert Wesker mid-sentence, but she's just as willing to call Leon and tell him where to find Ashley. She feels like a merc who's had it rough and made her way by sheer hard work, not a model who gets out of bad spots by blowing kisses and tossing a perfectly timed grenade.

Now, I love over the top badassery, and I love how that was rehashed and still fit back into Ada's character. But she felt like a human first, and like those "glorious moments of awesome" came out of painstakingly honed skill, not absurdly sturdy plot armor.

What I stated here applies to a lot of things about the Resi remakes, of course - not just Ada. So much has been tweaked, amped, remixed, and so on. Ada is just maybe one of the most prominent parts of the remakes that made me really pause and go "oh my God, I can't believe how much I love this!"

I don't have a problem with the originals - I loved them (camp and all), grew up with them, etc. As a whole package, the series is just my jam and it would be hard to lose me as a fan. I even got used to first-person play so I could enjoy 7 and Village - they were awesome. (Bless you who already love first-person games. I... don't, haha.)

But back to Ada - I just thought this was the most well-rounded performance her character has ever gotten. Anyone else can read her any way they want to. She's fictional, let's all remember. But Lily Gao is not, and she now has my heart and my vote as a fan!

#ismaire draws #fan art #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #separate ways #pesanta #ada wong #lily gao #I love my fandom so much #monster girl #horror #dark fantasy #bad touch #hats off to capcom - you did it guys

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netherworldpost · 1 year

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From 2016 through 2018, Evil Supply Co. (hi, it me, we are rebranding) published 21 monster newspapers detailing the lives and tomfooleries of ghosts, witches, mermaids, monsters, dragons, gorgons, wizards, rock creatures, goblins, orcs... etc.

The Complete Evil Supply Co. collection is available for free via PDF by clicking this link here.

Please feel free to share. Please feel free to link to it on your own blog or media or whatevers.

The link will take you to a Google Drive page, so when I say "there is no obligation or sign ups" I mean it. I won't even know that you downloaded it.

You can of course tell me. But you don't have to.

The entire point of making this public is to give you something without asking for something in return.

Every issue. Every in-universe ad. A few extra rambles at the beginning and end discussing the future. It's just over 100 pages and something like 40- 50,000 words. I counted once and it took forever.

I've been making it free for years and have given away several copies because the community of folks who love monsters and Halloween and mermaids has provided me an audience to build an unimaginably fun life.

A company can exist for many reasons. Making the world a better place via a utopian paradise is one of mine.

When I say this project is my life's work, I mean it.

I'm getting far too sappy.

Let's talk about the future a moment.

I have been exploring various printed versions of the book for months. I'm hoping to narrow down a company to work with sometime before the store launches (Autumn 2023). Did you know that books are absurdly heavy?

The printed version will not be free. The link above (and here, we love utility in this crypt) is formatted to print fine on 8.5" x 11" paper. It is again though 100+ pages, so do be aware. The PDF will always be free, even after said printed version launches.

Onwards to next, non-secret things

Remember this? I've signed a contract today to build a microsite on the blog that will house the Dispatch in web format. This is third in priority --

blog (April 2023)

shop (Autumn 2023)

Dispatch microsite (...?)

-- for obvious reasons. The PDF will be available for free for as long as I run this company, this is not a limited time offer. I mentioned that above but I like mentioning things, including "I like mentioning things."

The existence of non-secret things implies... secret... things?

Kinda.

One of the features of the blog that I'm really excited to offer is advice columns and in-character pen pal exchanges. "Hey Strawberry, how does magic work underwater?" and then you'll get a reply if your ask is chosen.

And by reply I mean a published thing online + an actual physical letter in the mail as this company is a non-governmental postal facility after all. A post office, if you will. A Netherworld Post Office, even!

The stories from Evil Supply Co.'s dispatch are serving as a near-final draft of new stories.

Or maybe a solid starter. Anyway, the point being:

All of the plot points and characters (etc) are sticking around (with the exception of Atticus, as a fictional character in the newspaper, I've decided to just be a semi-fictional character in actual real life).

The direction of new stories is "more of everything" and "cleaning up minor plot point holes" and/or "using plot point holes for comedic purposes and strategic hilarity."

There will be a brand new character replacing the Atticus character.

I really liked running the Dispatch. It was one of the things I'm most proud of -- a monster newspaper?! all original content!! I drew it all, I wrote it all!

I want to explore bringing it back in some form.

And.

I recognize I have a lot on my plate at the moment. So the best path forward is, as above, giving away the base + building the microsite.

One of the beautiful things, I have come to realize after surviving my 2020 traffic accident + ensuing as well as not related legal battles to get people to pay me what they owe:

I have a lot of time.

I don't need to rush things.

Whoops!

Wrong link.

Try this one instead.

(That terrible joke was as immensely satisfying to write as you think it was. Doubly so if you get that the link is from Ocarina of Time and I was just talking about time okay I'll see myself to the door this post has gone on way too long.)

Let's wrap this up!

NetherworldPost.com has the email signup.

If you've signed up before, the auto- duplication- resolution- witchcraft- tech- things will take care of it. You won't get a ton of emails.

First email will go out saying "blog is launched" when said blog launches and then rambles thereafter.

(Bugs Bunny and others gifs used in this post do not appear but are included as helping legibility of said this post.)

#peyroux dispatch #monster stories #monster fiction #ghost fiction #halloween stories #monster newspaper #evil supply co #evilsupplyco

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delusionalmultifandomwriter · 3 months

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Oakshields (fluff)

Fandom: The Hobbit

Requested?: Yes, in real life by my best friend (i love you!)

Oneshot: Thorin and Kili sharing a soft moment

Words: 849

Escaping death was soft as an eagel's wing. Literally. Kili held tight to the eagel's feathers as he tried not to fall to death. Fili sat in front of him and held the face into the wind. The night was dark around them, the fire was burning bright behind the company but the howling of the wargs disappeared in the distance just like the blazing fire.

Kili laughed brightly. He was alive! He wrapped his arms around his brother and pulled him into a bone crushing hug. Fili turned his head to face him, Kili saw the deep worry in his eyes as he grabbed his hand and held it tight.

"Thorin." Fili whispered fearful. Kili looked around and then he saw him. Thorin's body was covered in bruises and cuts, hanging limb in the claws of one of the giant eagel's. "Thorin!" Kili yelled but the dwarf king didnt react. "Thorin! Thorin!"

The flight took long but not once did Thorin wake up. Kili dozed off against his brother's shoulder at some point during the night. In the morning, the eagel's landed on a high stone top. One by one did they drop off the dwarves as well as Bilbo and Gandalf. The eagel that held Thorin in his claws set him down on the floor with a gentleness that only a giant eagel could possess.

Kili reached up and patted the head of the eagel that carried him and his brother. He ran his hands through the absurdly soft feathers while Gandalf knelt down next to the dwarfking to heal his wounds. Thoring awakened gasping.

Kili ran over to him and pulled him in a bone crushing hug. He buried his nose in Thorin's coat as his uncle hugged him back, feeling his big hands on his back. Kili felt safe and sobbed into Thorin's neck.

The nightfall came quick, the company had slowed down a while ago because even though Thorin's wounds had been healed, his body was still weak, lacking strength to lead the way. Kili was trotting near him as Gandalf lead them through the forest, finally stopping when their path became too dark to continue.

"Gandalf, why can't the eagels fly us to the Mountain?" Kili asked, the questiong was bothering him all day. Gandalf chuckled knowingly. "The eagel's never fly towards the evil if it is avoidable." He said wisely. "Do they fear the dragon?" Kili continued to ask while Gandalf sat down on a fallen tree.

"No, my friend, a dragon does not attack animals. It is the gold they fear. The depths of the mines. The greediness of the people." Kili nodded silently. "Now, i believe Thorin would benefit from your presence." Gandalf vowed over to Thorin who was leaning against a tree, inspecting his sword.

Kili headed over and sat down next to him. He nudged Thorin with his shoulder as a greeting and Thorin put down his sword. "How are you?" Kili asked. Thorin contemplated the question for a moment. "Good. Living." He finally answered.

Kili rested his head on Thorin's shoulder, his hair tickling the dwarfking's neck. "You have always been a clingy one." Thorin said slightly annoyed but brushing Kili's hair out of the way. "Admit it, you like it." The young one said and smiled brightly at Thorin. He rolled his eyes but leaned back without complaining.

"Maybe a little. Your mother was way too soft with you and now you are all clingy." He grumbled. Kili nudged him angrily. "Sure but now we went out on adventure with our tough, not clingy uncle and we will return as men." He joked.

Thorin leaned away and slapped the back of Kili's head. "I only promised her to keep you alive, not to keep spoiling you." He grumbled but as he leaned back, Kili continued to snuggle up to him. "I wont get rid of you tonight, will i?" Thorin asked. "No way." Kili answered muffled into the fur of Thorin's coat.

"I was scared for you, laying there all lifeless." Kili whispered and looked up at Thorin. The dwarfking only shrugged in response, not wanting to think about it. "I fear the oakshield is gone?" Thorin said sternly with a slightly disappointed tone in his voice. "Kili nodded slowly. "What a shame. Stupid bird, it grapped my sword but couldn't take the shield with him." Thorin said monotonously. Kili burst out laughing.

"In defense of th eagel, it looks like a branch." He shut up as Thorin gave him a death glare. "Might as well be time to get you a real shield." Kili said smiling. "A shield worthy a king." Thorin huffed and rolled his eyes but smiled slightly towards his nephew.

"You have a lot to learn, young dwarf prince." Thorin nudged Kili. "A weapon is not worthy to you, you need to be worthy to the weapon." Kili smiled brightly and leaned his head on Thorin's shoulder. "Do you think that one day i will be worthy to have a branch too?" He asked jokingly. Thorin smiled at him.

"Maybe one day."

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/55396789

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