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the-dark-ghost · 5 months

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Surely This Is All For Me

I recently started to think that there are actually very few fanfics for the second season of True Detective. (I know very well that it is not at all similar to the first season and that it is not close to being the same in quality by far, but come on, are there really so few fics?)

It turns out that I have some kind of idea about two of the characters from both seasons.

Rust Cohle and Ray Velcoro

I just think they would make an excellent duo. There isn't a very good explanation, I just think that because of their different personalities, things could work out between the two of them. (Or very bad too, who knows?). Summarizing all this idiocy, I leave you one of the stupidest fanfics I've ever written:

Rust is not a very good talker, in fact, he is far from it. He hasn't bothered to socialize at school since he arrived two and a half months ago from Texas.

Ray is not new at all, he has been at the institute since his first year but in any case his character has not given him a good reputation. He doesn't have a single friend and too many people don't like him, too many people to stop and count.

During a normal day at school, both Rust and Ray end up detention for various reasons. When Professor Hart gives the detention students the task of organizing three school sites as punishment, Rust and Ray end up in the same group and finally meet, while having to clean up the mess in the school library.

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It's ridiculous, but you might give it a chance and end up liking it, even if just a little :)

By the way, for some reason I also published it on Wattpad xd.

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the-dark-ghost · 5 months

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People Like Me Break Beautiful Things

So, the idea of shipping various versions of McConaughey and Farrell has messed with my head, leaving it even more foolish than usual, hence ridiculous and absurd ideas come to my brain at the speed of lightning.

In researching both of their filmographies, I think I found two people who would work very well together. You know, it's just that cliché of water and fire, Yin and Yang, the old joke of "those who fight, love each other" or "opposites attract. What I mean, in other words, is that these two charming wizards:

Walter Padick and Percival Graves

Would be perfect for a damn ship. Percy, so serious, grumpy, proper, and on the side of good, paired with Walter, cynical, negatively fun, mocking, and entirely unethical... They would make a great duo, lol. Especially when you consider that The Dark Tower and Fantastic Beasts happen in the same place, New York. It's just a matter of transferring the events of one of the two movies to the same era. In my case, I've preferred to move the FB story to a more modern time, 2017 to be exact.

So, here I leave you a little fanfic I wrote a while ago, and it might interest you if you like crossover ships like me and angst:

Percival thought walter was the threat, but no, he wasn't, he wasn't at all.

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An alternative AU in which the events of Fantastic Beasts take place in 2017. A new threat appears and Percival becomes obsessed with stopping it at all costs.

Likewise, Walter really isn't the only thing to deal with. There is a very familiar magician who has escaped in the middle of all the scandal that the man in black has created.

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of course, this is part of a series of stories dedicated to my great stupidity for having this pleasure of pairing the two of them which is titled: My Least Favorite Detective (*wink* reference to a phrase from Velcoro in TD *wink* reference to the name of the series itself). There's also my other story: Surely this is it for me.

So you know...it looks like I'll be shipping these two for quite a while, I can't help it.

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the-dark-ghost · 3 months

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Man, True Detective s1 tags are updating more often, that's so damn good. (PS: revive the fandom, please)

(PS2 can someone think at least for a while about s2. Come on, man, it's not that bad...)

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the-dark-ghost · 28 days

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I KNOW WHAT YOU WANT (YOU DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE)

It was strange, it really didn't seem normal to him. Marty was probably quite accustomed already, even if there were moments when he was puzzled, but Ray was a difficult thing, he struggled to get used to... he wasn't one to easily understand others, to be empathetic. Rust was odd, of course, depending on who you asked about the matter. Although one of the few things that were indisputable is that he obviously wasn't a "normal family man, going to work every day and watching football on Sundays, on the couch, with a cold beer in hand." Not even Ray was that man, but it was hard for him, he didn't have such an open mind, he was simply like a rock, cold and outdated, lying on the ground unmoved, heavy and sad; and Rust was practically the same smoke from his cigarette, wandering the earth for a short time, completely gray, getting lost in nothingness itself, within his thoughts, intoxicating others around him, whether those people had picked up the cigarette or not.

Most of the time, he simply endured it, the urge to respond to his soft voice. Ray didn't say anything at all. It was almost always like that, since he had moved from Vinci to Louisiana, even since the first time he saw Rust. But there were moments when everything became a bit dense, like a hard mouthful to swallow, where even though he was just doing his job, minding his own business and only speaking when necessary, somehow it was more irritating. His way of looking, as if Ray were a contemptible object, or so he thought himself, looking through Rust's tired and steady blue eyes, those eyes almost on the verge of fading away forever. Sometimes he wished he knew what Rust was thinking when he looked at people that way.

Ray never got used to it, neither to Louisiana, nor to his new desk, nor to the people around, not even to his own apartment. He was restless, bothered, as if he wished to have bolted at any second, fleeing from everything without leaving a single trace. It's not that he didn't think about it; on the contrary, he almost always did. Running away would probably be like embedding a bullet in his own skull in Ray's mind, but he couldn't do it, he would never do it, so all he could do was to remain silent, almost with his head bowed and his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He supposed that.

At that moment, Marty was on leave. He had broken his ankle trying to catch a suspect. So only Ray and Rust were left, who before barely saw each other at the station or in specific cases like a crime scene. By then it was already winter, both on their way to a new scene. Ray was driving the car with the windows halfway closed, feeling a slight cold breeze hitting his face. Rust looked out the car window all the time, probably only occasionally looking at the sky. Ray glanced away relatively and subtly, just for a couple of seconds. He watched Cohle during that brief moment, expressionless, feeling something rising in his stomach, a sensation he recognized... his discomfort. A part of him wanted to say something right there, any nonsense, anything to extinguish the silence with a Rust who had woken up in the morning utterly gloomy and pessimistic, anyone would say much more nihilistic than usual, but that was simply impossible.

The day unfolded almost identically to the journey. The forecast had not been wrong; this time it rained all night, unlike previous times, where it was just drizzles of one or two minutes. Rust didn't sleep in bed; he stayed awake in front of the crucifix in the kitchen, smoking more than usual. Ray didn't sleep either; he stayed awake thinking about his son, Chad, his ex-wife, Vinci, Semyon, and a million other things while lightning and thunder adorned the dark sky. It was a long night but also very cold, beyond the physical, deep in Rust's heart, as it drilled into Ray's brain like a drill.

"What's synesthesia supposed to be?" Ray asked once, as they were driving in the car. Rust drove with an unreadable gaze, hands firmly gripping the wheel. His eyes slightly reddened from a night of poor sleep. He detested answering questions, but above all, he detested having to talk in general; afterward, he wouldn't be able to keep quiet, and Rust knew it.

“Why do you ask?”

"The other day at the bar... you talked to me and told me about that, you said, 'I have synesthesia' when I asked you about your problem of sniffing colors. What's that supposed to mean?"

"The senses," Rust begins to say without taking his eyes off the road, "get activated when another sense is stimulated, it's like the brain gets confused. It's psychological."

Ray stared at him, his eyes closing in slow blinks. He sighed bitterly and looked ahead, just like Rust, the usual uncomfortable silence breaking loose, flooding the entire small space of the car. Ray rested an elbow on the open window, letting his face fall onto his open palm; he wished he were somewhere else or nowhere at all.

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A small part of a fanfic that I haven't finished yet. I like these two together, I don't know why...

Read on Ao3:

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the-dark-ghost · 3 months

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Ok, I don't know why, but lately I've been obsessed with this fsnfic. I have to finish it, I just don't know how... it's just the beginning.

By the way, for some reason I also published it on Wattpad xd.

The fanfic in Wattpad

#true detective #fanfic #rust cohle #ao3 fanfic #marty hart #i ship them #angst #:) hehe #high school au #high school #ray velcoro #ray x rust #colmatt #colin farrell #matthew mcconaughey #collage #rayrust #McFarrell #velcohle

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the-dark-ghost · 3 months

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Rust Has a Crush (well...probably)

Why did Rust remember the boy's name?

Because he still held it in his memory. While only a day had passed, Rust easily forgot things that didn't matter to him, making a conscious effort to emphasize within himself that it was insignificant. But in this case, Rust still remembered him – his face and his name, those three words that were just a nickname, like his own.

He was just there, seated with one elbow on the table and his palm open, cradling his face, exactly in the same position Rust loved to sit. His eyes were downward, not drawing, keeping the pen between his fingers, playing with it while moving it slightly with a neutral expression on his face. At some point, his eyes wandered on their own, falling directly onto Rust's without giving him much time to react. Rust simply looked away, knowing that Ray was still observing him, tilting his head slightly.

So, Ray was a third-year; he probably had to be at least 16.

Rust reasoned without knowing why. He liked connecting loose ends of things he found amusing. Professor Hart always pointed it out, how curious Rust could be despite his personality. Discovering at least that detail about Ray meant a small puzzle piece solved for Rust, even though he still thought it was insignificant, like everything else for him. Was there anything he truly cared about, or was everything a lie? Because Rust was still fighting to keep his eyes from moving back to Ray's face.

And at some point, he just gave up on trying to keep his gaze steady and directed it to where his blue orbs wanted to return. Ray had a delicate face, at least more than Rust's, a thin and small nose, large dark-colored eyes and eyebrows. Rust couldn't believe he was once again labeling each part of Ray's face as he did that time in detention; it was unnecessary to do it a second time, but Rust also knew that deep down, all he wanted was to discover some other detail, something he might have overlooked the first time. Ray was still watching him. Rust wondered if he had the same curiosity to uncover every detail of his face. He assumed not; his father had told him once or twice before, when he drank too much missing his wife, that Rust was ugly.

"A scum with a shitty face."

He had said that time, and Rust simply shrugged, grateful enough that his father's attacks were verbal and not physical.

A tall guy with black hair, sitting at the desk next to Ray, leaned over to him, whispering a couple of things while both watched Rust, the tall guy with a slight smile, or well, Ray just continued looking, the other guy didn't. That irritated Rust. Were they making fun of him? Why were they doing it... or at least... why was Ray doing it? Although Rust should have wondered why he cared about what a stranger thought of him. But anyway, even though he repeated that idea that nothing mattered to him over and over, he couldn't help but feel unsettled—an abnormal, unfamiliar sensation that Rust didn't like. The tall guy moved away from Ray, who took a sheet of paper and crumpled it into a ball with one hand. Immediately, he threw it at a blonde girl with shoulder-length hair sitting right in front of Rust, in the front row. Since Ray was seated in the back, everything made sense. Ray wasn't looking at Rust; he had been watching the girl the whole time, even if Rust had felt like his eyes were locked onto his own. He felt like an idiot for a second and then calmed down. Who would bother looking at him? Rust should have thought about it before.

Rust looked down, scratching the back of his neck slightly. The talk was about to end, and the girl who had received the crumpled paper didn't even bother; she just turned around and showed the middle finger to Ray, making him laugh. The teacher wasn't paying attention, probably fed up with the nonsense. Rust felt relieved when his class had to leave, and he simply walked away, walking seriously to his classroom and sitting in his seat the same way. The art class was about to begin; the teacher had already entered, and Rust felt just a little more uplifted. At least drawing distracted him; it would make him forget that for a moment, he felt like an idiot.

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You know, a high school AU. I guess it's kind of silly, but I like these kinds of fanfics and there aren't many True Detective AUs actually, something where the angst isn't as much and not everything is so tenuous (doesn't mean this nonsense I'm writing isn't tenuous , it's just not as much as the series itself)

I guess I can't blame Rust. Colin (Ray) at 16 was just a sweetheart.

By the way, for some reason I also published it on Wattpad xd.

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