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zmediaoutlet · 11 months
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abandoned(?) wip: 'corset fic'
Trying to be as brave as @alulaspeaks and do a few of these. Also kind of hoping that the fics are not abandoned but instead dormant (thanks @watermelonlipstick for that idea) but honestly when the fic hasn't been touched in a year+, what are we doing here. Also none of my wips have titles until five minutes before posting on AO3 so... whatever. Nevertheless:
Big Idea: Wanted to lean further into exploring my #dean as object tag, but also into specifically objectification and, like, literally object-ification, truly truly turning the self into an object and kind of going away from it for a while. Decided that a way to do that would be to connect to the 'it started with the kinks' universe, since Dean finding some kind of safety in submission/objectification is built into that concept -- also the concept of him finding a kind of... permission structure in the idea of if I'm gone then I can have what I want. Here, though, I wanted to push much harder into him doing this as a kind of self-punishment -- in this case as part of Mary leaving them in s12, and if he's gone then he doesn't have to feel that stuff, and also if he's furious at her then maybe it's a kind of v-sign into the universe of oh, you don't want to be our mother? well, how about now, bitch. All of which is of course very very VERY under the surface but part of the thinking. Also I wanted Sam to have a bit of domdrop. :)
Why it was abandoned: First of all, #lazy writer noises. (I see you, @deandoesthingstome.) Second: when I actually started to sit down and write the atmosphere was heavy. Like these mfs are sad. It's only ~2500 words so far but gotdamn it is not a nice place to live. And the specificity of its sadness is such that I think maybe it felt impossible to shift gears into a kind of deliberate scene-play where Dean's ordering a corset online and demanding that Sam pull the strings ever-tighter -- like, rereading it now, it just feels like they're going to drink themselves into a hangover and become characters in a miserable contemporary novel. Yowch. Started off on the wrong shade of foot, perhaps. Although now that I'm thinking about it in that way, I suppose I could ratchet up slowly -- the first week is like that, and then the second week is still grim but less oppressive, and so on. I mean they're functional in American Nightmare -- so the fic would need to be about three steps behind that. Hm hm. Food For Thought.
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They were better. Before this. Sam could take Dean's hand and reel him in close and Dean would go red but he'd come, and Sam could brush the top of Dean's ear with his mouth and Dean would shudder but he'd clutch Sam's shirt, and Sam could say, Dean, and Dean would—melt for it. No other word. It wasn't what Sam had ever expected, or even really hoped for, but it was what they had. He'd never been so grateful as he was the day that Dean looked at him with his face burning-red and every line of his body embarrassed and he'd said I'm with you, and Sam had taken it like a gutshot of joy, of something settling. Something right, when everything had been so wrong for so long. Dean wanting him back, wanting him. Wanting them and nothing else. It was good. It was all Sam needed. If nothing had changed, from that day to this— Of course, there wouldn't have been Mom. He nags at it, on the drive from Kansas to Louisiana, the radio held at a reasonable volume and Dean driving at a reasonable speed. Nibbles at that little skin-tag on his thumb and stares out the window as Oklahoma subsides into Texas and he wonders. What was the gift? What was it supposed to mean, to have the past ripped forward into the present? To have the long-buried and dealt-with, right here in their hands—and then torn away, just as quickly?
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divorcetual · 2 years
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stands. I want 2 make yuka. a guy. but also I dont. augh. augh
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elany · 25 days
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Yk what I want? I want a very early stages post canon labrumisu, but from Chilchuck's POV.
Imagine mister 'interparty romance is the devil' visiting court just to see these three circling each other like a pack of uniquely unhinged cats. And of course he sees it immediately, he's nothing if not perceptive and he's seen this happen so, so many times before. Kabru is hardly subtle in his fascination with Laios, who trusts him in turn more than nearly anybody else. He can see how close Mithrun and Kabru still are, even when there's little reason for the former captain to even stay in Melini. He can see where this is going. And he can see the disaster it's gonna end up in.
So he's just staring at them in horror, trying to figure out what in the world the dynamic here even is and glaring daggers at Kabru all the while for seemingly being the linchpin of this entire bullshit situation. King, his adviser and a fucking foreign noble?? Who thought THAT was a good idea! Is nobody else seeing this?? (no lol) Why is nobody objecting to this politically unsound love triangle that could literally ruin the kingdom they've only just established??
The anger! The distress! The despair when he first sees Laios getting all giddy when Mithrun so much as talks to him. Because hell, now he can't even blame the entire situation on one pretty boy insisting on having fingers in every possible pie, on political and personal level both!
And then they just. Quietly get together. All three of them. And Chil's just watching from the sidelines in complete bafflement because he's invented infinite worst case scenarios for how this will implode in all of their faces and destroy their friend group and topple the entire country and--
Instead they do. This. He'd be relieved if he wasn't so goddamn mad that he's spent months worrying about this shit just for them to resolve it in the least dramatic way possible.
Fuck this, he's taking a holiday.
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bestworstcase · 1 year
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& as heart-wrenching as it is, i think ruby being able to say the words “i don’t want to be me anymore” is also like. it’s been true for a long time, and it’s awful, but before she can fix it she had to let herself see it, and to see it she had to say it. (and i have some nascent thoughts bubbling about neo being the one who ‘saves’ her from the cat—not in the sense that neo intends to rescue her, but thematically it does matter that the character who rips the cat off of ruby’s chest is the character that the cat then eats; there’s a narrative foundation here for ruby to return the favor by saving neo from the cat. or helping neo save herself from the cat, more likely.)
(<- the villain eaten by the story and the hero eaten by the story.)
and—while the allegory is not subtle at all—that it’s coming right after an episode that overtly rejected the notion of ascension being equivalent to death and portrayed wby as heroic in their immediate unconditional support for the paper pleasers’ desire to ascend… the relative locations of these two narrative beats isn’t accidental. the tree does not kill, it resurrects. the suicide allegory hinges on the deliberate narrative uncertainty about what ruby thinks ascension is: why does she drink the tea? what is she asking for? jaune imagines death, neo annihilation, but the paper pleasers say “we are delicate. our world is very fragile. we wish to become more resilient so that we can build something that will survive.” (<- ruby promised to serve atlas and keep people safe. her predicament is the same as theirs.)
is the distinction meaningful? <- a question i somewhat expect the next episode to interrogate. i mean the answer is yes, obviously, wanting to die is very different from wanting to change, but the thematic arc up to this point has been constructed by conflation of the two through the characters’ shifting perceptions; is the tree change or is it death, is it good or bad, does it kill or revitalize. irrespective of what ruby herself thinks, she chose to ascend and the tree answered her, so the threads will obviously get teased apart as we follow what that means for her. (and for little. true ascension vs whatever the ever after can offer ruby is something i’m really interested to see.)
practically speaking, ruby can’t lose her memories—or, not forever/not completely. (i do think a scenario where like, the tree takes her memories and then reveals them to her, a very literal change in perspective, is a significant possibility. what if you could leave ruby rose behind? what if you could see her through a stranger’s eyes? what might you think of her then? the thing about shedding an old coat is you can always put it on again. and if the coat is falling apart, of course, you do need to take it off before you can stitch it back together. how literal a metaphor are we looking at here.)
likewise i doubt very much that she’s going to drastically transform. (wardrobe change, reforged weapon, brushing off her bumps and bruises, yes; radically altered physical nature, no.) largely because her physical form is fine as she is—at no point has ruby been troubled by the limitations of her body—and the transformation she needs is spiritual in nature. if it ain’t broke… and what’s broken is her spirit, her emotional well-being.
which leaves, like, okay. you don’t want to be yourself anymore. what do you want to be instead? nothing isn’t an option. the tree cannot provide nothing. (that’s what the jabberwalker is for.) there needs to be something. you can’t think of anything? not one singular thing you want to keep? not even the tiniest spark of light in all this darkness? alright. turn around and look again. tilt the mirror, look again. what do you want? what do you really want, deep down where you’ve never let anyone else see? look at that. now look again. look for what’s true in this unreal place. if you can’t see what’s in front of you, look again. what do you want to be?
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aerialworms-art · 7 months
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Spocktober + Trektober Day 11 - Animals/Pets
Spock and Data are my absolute favourites. Can't think why ;)
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[Image ID: A black and white drawing of Spock and Data from Star Trek. They are sitting facing each other, covered in cats. One cat is wrapped around and licking Spock's neck, another one is sleeping across Data's lap. Spock is clutching another to his chest, and is reaching out to pet Spot, Data's cat, who Data is proudly holding up. Spock is saying "A magnificent example of the species." Data replies, "Thank you. His name is Spot." They are both smiling slightly.
Above their heads, a banner reads "ENTERPRISE CAT APPRECIATION Soc."
Above the drawing is written "Trektober" and "Day 11 - Animals/Pets" Below it is written "@aerialworms" and "Spocktober"./End ID]
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sejaanus · 1 year
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5.18 / 8.17
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CW: Mild Blood
[Day 6]
"You have only 8 hearts, because you care little for your physical form"
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oh wow very proud of how this turned out, though I could work on my lighting,, :D
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pixlokita · 1 year
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Wanted to draw some body horror :Tc as a break from drawing tears and angst 👌
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arcanadreams · 16 days
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Royyyy omg, how adorable!!
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psianabel · 8 months
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Darkness's idea of "friendship" or "friends" is so different than people's.
When asking what's their relation to the Master, it answer that they're old friends, and Ephemer assumes that it means they are on the same side, but it denies that.
Makes sense that "my friends are my power" gets interpreted by it like that, with Ven wishing for power as it said ... it just doesn't understand what the power of friendship means to people, where it comes from, what it entails.
And i think this is ultimately its downfall, eventually.
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mod2amaryllis · 8 months
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why am i sad :/ (works at the sad factory)
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wereh0gz · 1 year
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Super Sonic: burning hot, shining bright like the sun itself and flying as fast as a shooting star. His demeanor is light and free, yet he moves with purpose. His light is bright and blinding, but his warmth nurtures life around him, makes flowers bloom at his feet and causes people's hearts to race. His smile beams and brings hope to anyone who lays his eyes upon it. He is the embodiment of positivity and hope, a beacon of light in the darkness of despair.
Dark Sonic: frigid and dark like the emptiness of space. Silent and statuesque, he moves rigidly, yet so quickly the naked eye can't follow. He drains the light and warmth and life around him and leaves nothing but cold air and death in his wake. His face is blank, his eyes pure, white nothingness that inspires fear upon any who lay their eyes upon him. The beacon of hope has been snuffed out, he has become one with the darkness itself.
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saltpepperbeard · 8 months
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snuffling through my posts to see if i missed any organizational tags when
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👁️👁️🤔
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innalheid · 30 days
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Lavender. Matcha. I love salted caramel. Maybe a booze flavour? I did make a slappin banana rum caramel at school. Kinda wanna do a panacotta layer. Best panacotta I had at school was either the fancy citrus one OR the earl grey that we topped w kiwi . Earl grey n kiwi is so fucking good. Earl grey and LAVENDER go well together. What about lav + kiwi? I also got to use sakura powder last time I was at my boyfriend's - that slapped As Well. Tho it's kinda a pretty generic Sweet taste. I need things to be Interesting. Nuts are fuckin expensive. If I'm gonna do an entremet then I should really think of the individual layers. Is it even possible to do a panacotta layer in an entremet? ....yes, cuz you can freeze panacotta. okay. easy. cool. I wish I could separate myself into two so I could do a full consult with myself this is hard ffs
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swsf · 13 days
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Myyyyyy baby mybabby
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whoregaylorenzo · 7 months
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getting to know Raúl Fernández for @eneabastianini23
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