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ok wait i need to hear more of your thoughts on peeta owning a bakery....
This is one of those rare times where I’m pretty sure this anon isn’t someone I know personally bc I’ve subjected anyone who will listen to my rant about the Peeta Bakery Headcanon. Anyway, you’re gonna regret asking this anon bc there are fucking Layers here.
I know this is probably a controversial take based on the number of fics where I’ve seen it, but I simply do not think that Peeta would open a commercial bakery after Mockingjay!! Like on a metatextual level, I don’t think it really fits with the point of the ending of the series. It actually sort of fascinates me that it’s just such a common headcanon because the ending of Mockingjay is exceedingly vague. I think that vagueness invites us, as readers, to imagine a better world post-revolution. A world where Katniss would feel confident that her children would be safe from injustice, where she’d feel confident that her children would never know want the way she did as a child. A just world. A kinder world. Can a capitalist society ever be just? Is a capitalist society where a disabled teenager has no other means to subsist himself (or feels like there’s no other way he can be a contributing member of his community) really the post-revolution world we dream of? Is that really the best we can imagine?
(This got so insanely long I’m adding a read more lmao)
I get that showing a better world is not always the point of post-mockingjay headcanons/fics. Like there are plenty of really great post-mockingjay fics I’ve seen where, yeah, part of the fic is that society like ISN’T all that different or all that much better. I’ve seen that really well done! Hell, I’ve written them myself! It’s easy to imagine how a lot of aspects of society would not get an overhaul, a lot of the same structural inequalities would continue to exist. One headcanon that really stuck with me (I can’t remember which fic it was from) was that Peeta sells basically mail order baked goods to people on the Capitol, sending them iced cakes and pastries by train, because there are still people who were “fans” of theirs during the Games. And idk this doesn’t actually have much to do with my point lol but I liked it because it’s kind of fucked up and like! Yeah! It makes sense! If he needed money that would be a good way to make it! War often makes people rich, often for horrible reasons, and often it’s people who already have capital in the first place.
Anyway, more about the hypothetical bakery because alright. I bring up the fact that “yeah society not being all that different post-revolution and still being an unjust capitalist hellscape” could be a reason why Peeta re-opens a bakery because that’s actually never the types of fics where I see the bakery headcanon. Fics where Peeta opens a bakery are usually trying to make the exact opposite point. Like. Things are getting better, now he can open a bakery! Look at how much better the world is now, plus he’s got a bakery! Peeta is healing, that’s why he can open a bakery now! And I am so, so sorry to inform everyone who’s never had the grave misfortune of owning a family business, but there is truly nothing further from the truth lmao. Like just putting aside the immense amount of emotional baggage that Peeta has about his family, running a small business is an insane amount of work in any context and being a baker especially is physically grueling and involves early hours (and long hours) that aren’t really the best fit with the multiple ways that Peeta is disabled now. (I could go into this more because I have a lot of thoughts. But I will spare you.). I also think it’s seen throughout the books that Peeta is someone who needs time to pursue creative outlets to process his feelings and someone who values leisure and values quality time with his loved ones. And having grown up in his family’s bakery, I think he’d understand the reality that running a bakery wouldn’t leave much space of those pursuits and wouldn’t leave much space for him to have the things that keep him healthy and stable. I think he’d know that the way he is now— after two Games and the war and unspeakable torture at the hands of a dictator—isn’t compatible with the lifestyle necessary for running a commercial bakery.
And tbh with that in mind, I don’t think he’d push himself to re-open a business (one that would be a constant reminder of his dead family and his complicated relationships with them that got no closure) that would require him to sacrifice his physical and emotional well-being. Like I think he might look into the possibility, I think he might even start trying to open a bakery out of a sense of obligation/duty, maybe harboring some idea that this is who he was supposed to be, who he would've been without the Games, or that it’s this last piece of his family that can live on, or that it’s this last connection to his family so he can’t let it die too. But ultimately, I think any attempt to open a bakery wouldn’t get very far. Maybe he'd start wading into the logistical nightmare that is small business ownership and realize it's not for him (because it's probably also true that as much as him and his brothers were involved in the business, there's almost certainly parts they weren't involved with and didn't see, i.e., filing taxes). Or maybe looking into opening a bakery— how triggering it is, the stress of it— causes a downward spiral. Maybe he hates how much he's worrying everyone by unraveling. Maybe having a breakdown from the stress of just trying to open a bakery makes him realize, yeah, maybe in another life he would have ran his family’s bakery but the way he is now just doesn’t work with running a bakery, not without great sacrifices he's not willing to make. I just can’t see a bakery coming to fruition.
I know a lot of fics include Peeta deciding to reopen a bakery as a big step in his healing or include him rebuilding a bakery as part of his healing process but honestly, I think the opposite would be more true: I think Peeta either trying/failing to open a bakery or ultimately deciding not to open a bakery would be hugely healing for him. I think it would be a huge part of him accepting the way he is now as a person, his new limitations but also his strengths. I think it would be a huge part of him accepting the way his life his now and accepting that he likes his life the way it is, that he’s satisfied with his life without needing to own a bakery. I think it would be an important part of him coming to terms with the loss of his family. I think he knows he can never have things back as they were and I don’t think he would try to recreate them, especially because his family’s legacy isn’t a business. I think he’s emotionally intelligent enough and self reflective enough to realize that what mattered to him about the bakery— taking care of others by feeding them, being integrated into his community and being actively involved in it, brightening people’s days with delightful things whether that’s beautiful cakes or hearty food or delicious treats— and the things he learned from his family through the bakery, are things that he can carry on in other meaningful ways.
(Do you regret sending this ask yet, anon? Because if not, you will soon. I’m not done yet. There’s more.)
I wasn’t really sure where to put this next part in what is rapidly becoming an essay because it sort of combines the points about like “what do we imagine a post-mockingjay society to look like” with the practical difficulties of starting this bakery but here’s another thing: do people really think that the Mellarks owned the land the bakery was on?? Like, sure, the merchants are the petit bourgeois of Twelve but I still don’t imagine they really own anything. In a society where houses are assigned to people upon marriage, where property ownership and capital are so closely interconnected with citizenship (as shown by the Plinths who, by having immense capital, are able to leave their District and become citizens of the Capitol) do people really think the Mellarks would be allowed to own the land their bakery is on?? I always imagined it sort of like a tenant farming situation: the Capitol gives them the raw materials for the bakery and in return the bakery give them some absurdly high portion of their profits, or the Capitol sells them a year’s supply of raw materials at a premium on credit and at the end of the year the Mellarks have to use the money they made with those materials to pay it back, except it’s never enough to turn a profit so they always have to buy next year’s materials on credit and the cycle continues.
We (understandably) get a really skewed view of the merchant class through Katniss’s perspective so I can see why people come to the conclusion that his family owned the property and, as the last surviving member, he would’ve inherited it. I’ve seen the inheritance thing in fics a lot or a hand wavey “well Twelve was decimated to no one owns anything anymore so it can be his” or even like an almost sort of reparations type situation where he’s entitled to the land as a surviving refugee of Twelve. But I don’t know. I guess I don’t think it fits with everything else we know about Panem that the Mellarks would’ve owned that land and I think the question of whether the government would’ve let him take ownership of the land post-revolution brings up a lot of issues about the structure of society post-Mockingjay that I find more interesting to explore in other ways, especially when, from an emotional perspective, 1) I find the idea of Peeta not opening a bakery more compelling and 2) I don’t think it really fits his character arc by the end of Mockingjay to reopen a bakery, as I went on about at length above lol.
On the flip side: literally who cares!! Do whatever you want!! Headcanon whatever you want!! I get why people go for the bakery!! It’s fun, it’s wholesome, it’s a built in bakery AU that isn’t even an AU. It doesn’t matter if it’s practical or realistic!! It doesn’t need to be practical or realistic!! It’s fanfic of a dystopian YA series!! My unfortunate affliction is that I grew up in a family that owned a restaurant and that I have multiple degrees in the social sciences so I can’t see the bakery without being like “What about the overheard? What about the start up costs? Who’s spending long nights balancing the books? Is Peeta covering shifts when an employee calls in sick? Is Peeta the sole person working there until the bakery is open long enough (often a year or more) to start turning a profit? How does that sleep schedule work with his nightmares? How does that work with Katniss’s nightmares? What happens when he has an episode and suddenly needs to take the day off before he has any employees? Does the bakery just remain closed for the day? Can the profit margins withstand regular unexpected closures? Can the supplies withstand regular unexpected closures?” And if the answer is “Elliott none of those things matter he’s not doing the bakery because he needs the money but because he wants to”, then my question is why does he want to? Does he not get the same sort of satisfaction out of feeding his loved ones? Doesn’t Peeta seem like someone who would rather give away baked goods than sell them?? Doesn’t Peeta seem like someone who would prefer to make cakes for people’s special occasions upon and then when they insist on paying him for it, he only lets them “pay for the ingredients” which actually cost significantly more than he says they did??
So yeah my point is that it’s a matter of personal taste! It doesn’t fit the way I see the series but that doesn’t mean it’s like wrong, I’m not an authority on Peeta lmao.
It’s also a matter of personal taste in the sense that I find the themes that most resonate with me at the end of Mockingjay (and the end of Peeta’s arc specifically) more interesting to explore in other ways. Grief, living with loss, relearning yourself, finding hope, figuring out your place in a dramatically different world when you don’t even know who you are anymore, healing, building a new life after such complete and total destruction of your old life— those are all things I find compelling about the end of Mockingjay but for me the bakery isn’t the most compelling way to explore them.
Not to say I find the concept of the bakery totally uninteresting. I have this fic about Johanna that I’ll probably never finish where the point sort of is that, yeah, her life really isn’t all that much better after the war. It’s been years at this point and she’s still miserable and she doesn’t know how to be a person but by the end she’s trying to figure it out. And towards the end, Peeta tells her that he’s spent years sort of passively, half-heartedly trying to figure out how to inherit the land his family’s bakery was on, only to find out it was never theirs in the first place. They’d been renting it the whole time and he’d never even known as a kid. So he sort of passively, half-heartedly went on another wild goose chase to find the owner and now, finally, after years of writing to various government agencies and being sent in circles and things being barely functional, he’s managed to track down the owner. Now it’s owned by the daughter of the man who owned it when he was a kid because the original owner (who was likely up to some sketchy war crime shit) died during the war and she inherited it (the irony…). He got in contact with her and asked how much it would take for her to sell it and she told him she’s not interested in selling but in light of the situation, in light of the fact that he’d have to build a new building in order to operate a bakery, that she’d cut him a deal— she’d only require 50% of the bakery’s profits as rent instead of the 80% his family used to pay. And of course Johanna is outraged, that’s not right, the owner shouldn’t be allowed to do that, they should do something about it, they should fight back. And Peeta is like. Not interested. He was actually sort of relieved that opening wasn’t very feasible. Getting the answer was a lightbulb moment where he saw that over the years of trying to look into this, he’s built a life that he likes— one where he’s stable, where his loved ones are stable, where he’s cared for and can care for others— and he doesn’t really want to change it drastically by opening a bakery anyway. He just needed an answer, one way or another, before he could get some closure and move on. (And the point of the conversation is Johanna is having her own lightbulb moment that it’s okay to move on, it’s okay to change, it’s not a betrayal of the people and things she’s lost but that’s not my point here!!).
But anyway. That’s obviously not about running the bakery— it’s about the choice to not run one.
Anyway!! Anyway… are you satisfied anon? Is this what you wanted?
Lastly, here is my most important qualm with the bakery headcanon: must Peeta be gainfully employed? Is it not enough for him to be Katniss’s boytoy? Can’t he just paint and garden and bake and hang out with his girlfriend all day? Is that really too much to ask?
#peeta mellark#thg#the hunger games#the hunger games meta#anyway wow this got so long and I literally read it through one (1) time so uhhh sorry if this makes no sense!!#as I was doing my one read through and realized that one of my other thoughts on this is that yeah I can much more easily see the#headcanon that peeta like sells baked goods (probably at cost with no profit) out of his kitchen because that’s much more flexible#and I think that would work a lot better with what like I guess I’d call his psychiatric disability post mockingjay#and how he’d certainly want to take care of Katniss too#like that sort of flexibility makes a lot more sense for him and it’s like. if he doesn’t bake for a few days or however long then it’s fin#it’s not a formal brick and mortar business#it’s just something he’s doing because it’s a way to be involved with people and a way to do something he’s passionate about#without there being waste and while covering some of the costs#and he doesn’t have to like keep books or do payroll or any of the things I can’t see him being very passionate about#as far as like bakery management goes Lmao he can just bake!!#but then I started getting into this whole thing about how that quote-unquote ‘running a business’ like that (informally from your house)#is actually a really common practice for people living in poverty so probably something that Katniss and peeta would’ve been familiar wirh#anyway and then this whole rant about how the emphasis on the brick and mortar bakery often goes hand in hand with#this widespread fandom thing of having a fundamental misunderstanding of how rural poverty works and what it looks like#but then I was too deep into it and said you know what? never mind! and deleted it lmao
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I demand huntlow fluff IMMEDIATELY after that angst post!!!! aghhhh it was so good but illegal to make them so saaaad whyyyyyy
This is exact opposite of angst, I promise. This might be too fluffy, tbh. It's honestly a little embarrassing.
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Willow was simply minding her own business, tending to her flower beds on her balcony when out of nowhere, she turned and found Hunter crash landing beside her. Before she could ask if he was okay or what was going on, he rose dramatically to his feet. His cape wrapped around him making it difficult for him to regain balance, his eyes were locked on her, with a vexation and intensity she was unfamiliar with outside the flyer derby field. 
“You know love potions are illegal, right?!” Hunter exclaimed very unceremoniously, clearly flustered and disheveled.
“Um... hi?” said a very confused Willow, not expecting company, especially not from such a loud and upset Hunter.
“They’re ill-e-gal!” Hunter said loudly, stretching the word as though it would help her understand. “Like, against the law!”
“Okay... I already knew that, but thanks for telling me I guess?” she said, setting down her watering can.
“Well, if you knew then why did you give me one?” Hunter demanded, breathing heavily.
“What?”
“Oh, don’t act like you don’t know!” he scoffed dramatically, becoming more unhinged by the second. “After practice t-t-that alleged ‘blue sport drink’ you gave me? It was clearly a love potion!”
“Why would I give you a love potion?”
“I dunno, hazing? A mistake? Curiosity? I don’t have the time to try and decipher the inner workings of your beautiful, complicated mind, I just need the antidote! The ones at the marketplace haven’t been working, so obviously you added something strong to the batch.”
“Hunter, I’m not on the potions track, I don’t even know what ingredients I’d need for that,” Willow said with a small smile, unable to help but be amused. “Besides, it definitely wasn’t a love potion.”
“Well then how do you explain... this?” He gestured vaguely to himself as his voice became more distraught. “I’m a mess! I can't eat, i can't sleep, I-I start thinking about you and all of I sudden I feel sweaty and stupid and- why are you smiling?”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” said Willow, covering her mouth though she couldn’t hide her clear delight at his cluelessness.
“It’s not funny!” he insisted.
“I know, I know,” she said, unable to sound convincing. “Keep going, I’m sorry.”
“Agh! Even looking at you right now I feel like I’m gonna pass out!” He said, exacerbated, not sure where he was supposed to look. “I can’t focus on patrol because I’m staring at your penstagram account or wondering what you’re doing and my distractions are gonna end up putting people in danger!”
“You’re right; this is serious,” said Willow, trying to sound convincing. She herself was in no rush to cure or resolve the ailment. “And you think you’re feeling this way because you drank a love potion?”
“Yes! What other explanation is there?”
“Well, I think I might have an idea but I don’t wanna embarrass you.”
“Well, what am I supposed to do?” he pleaded desperately. “Clearly, distance does nothing to dilute the effects. Willow, my pockets are full of leaves!” He declared, taking her shoulders and shaking her.
“Why?”
“Because they’re green like your eyes and I wanted to find one the same shade!” He explained as he bashfully removed her from his grasp and began to pace, talking faster and fidgeting with his hands. Willow tried with all her might to suppress her joy at his concern for the symptoms and not the sickness. “It's actually a fairly difficult shade to find organically in the arboreal section of nature, it’s more of peridot color which led me to search for matching gemstones and now my pockets are full of rocks and leaves and it’s getting very messy and heavy!”
“Wait, why did you keep all the leaves?” Willow laughed.
“Because you’re a plant witch! You love leaves!” Hunter practically screamed, tossing his collection from his pockets into the air in frustration as he panted, running out of breath from his rant.
“Awh, I do love leaves,” she giggled as she picked one out of his hair and twirled it between her fingers, admiring the coloring. Upon her closeness, Hunter’s face quickly became beet red. Willow made a mental note to grow a tree later with leaves the same shade. “How long does a love potion take to wear off?” 
“Usually 48 hours for a standard one, but this has been going on for over a week now,” he said helplessly, burying his head in his hands as he leaned his back to the rail and sank to the ground. “And it’s only been getting worse! I wrote you a poem, Willow. A poem!”
“Wow, that is serious,” Willow asked, taking a seat on the ground beside him and placing her hand on his shoulder. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”
“I thought I could get rid of it on my own,” he said with a sigh. “I told Darius what was happening. But he just laughed at me! Can you believe it? Then I told him everything I tried and he told me to try going to the source but you clearly didn’t do this so I just…I feel like my chest is gonna explode.”
“Hunter...” Willow didn’t know where to start. How were you supposed to inform your crush that they had a crush on you? “You know the drink I gave you... I just bought it from the store.”
“Oh! Which store? I’ll go back there and ask them if they have a-.”
“I bought a pack of four, everyone at practice had one,” she said softly.
“Has... everyone else been having similar side effects?”
She shook her head.
“Oh,” said Hunter, suddenly uncertain. He folded his hands and brought them to his face and Willow could tell he was thinking intently of what to do next. Willow made herself comfortable on the ground beside him, watching the calculations fly behind his burgundy eyes. She knew he was smart, he was bright, but he truly was the stupidest boy she had ever met. “Hmm.”
“I can go get a bottle from the kitchen if you wanna read the ingredients-.”
“Wait! They came in a pack of four!” Hunter recalled excitedly. 
“Yeah?” 
“I remember you offered me one but I didn’t want to take one if that meant you couldn’t have one-.”
“You told me it was because you had never had a liquid that was so oddly colored,” Willow interjected, finding the real reason even sweeter. 
“-well, yes that too,” confirmed Hunter as he continued. “So I was skeptical and then you assured me there was nothing wrong with it so you took a sip of it to show me. And of course I trust you completely so I drank the rest without questioning it.”
“Okay…?”
“It was an indirect kiss!” he said with delight as though that explained anything.
“I… guess so?”
“If an indirect kiss is what caused this to happen….”
“Hunter, I don’t think that’s actually what-.”
“... then a direct one  must be the way to reverse it!”
“Ya know what actually maybe,” said Willow, placing her hand beneath her chin. Now she was the one unable to catch her breath. They needed to say they tried everything, right? What kind of friend would she be if she didn’t help him anyway she could?
“Oh, but I could never ask that of you,” groaned Hunter, defeated.
“Well, I dunno, I think you could,” Willow said, trying to seem nonchalant and casual, brushing her hair behind her ear. 
“Do you… think it will work?”
Oh it definitely wouldn’t, Willow was counting on it.
“Guess we’ll find out,” she said with a seemingly innocent shrug as she leaned in closer, and Hunter jumped back when he realized just how close she was.
“Oh my Titan, are you trying to kill me??” he exclaimed, falling over himself. Willow just laughed. “This is great, this is just great,” said Hunter, removing his cape and throwing it in front of him, trying anything to help him breathe again. “You’re laughing. I’m basically dying and you’re laughing!
“I’m sorry,” she said, trying but failing to subdue her laughter. “It’s just kind of cute.”
“‘I’m cute?’” he turned to her, as though disgusted by the thought. “No, you’re cute, that’s the problem! Ahh! I don’t know what I was thinking, I can't even look at you without freaking out, why would I ever think I’d be able to… titan, I can’t even say it now.”
“It’s okay, we’ll figure this out together," she assured him, rising back up to her feet. She offered her hand to help him up and he took a deep breath before he mustered up the courage to take it. Progress, right? He stood in front of her and she took his other hand, and prompted him to do the breathing exercise. Progress. “Try closing your eyes, okay?”
He obliged, squeezing them shut tight and Willow’s heart skipped at how winsome he looked, putty in her hands. She delicately stepped onto her tiptoes to press a gentle but meaningful kiss to his lips. Closing her eyes as she leaned into the contact, her chest warm and buzzing like a fire bee hive. She waited there for a moment, waiting for him to pull away but he stood there stunned and when he realized the moment as real he removed his hands from hers and wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her closer. Willow was a little surprised but did not object as she brought her arms around his neck. She could feel him smiling, delighted that this was a remedy he approved of. As she went to pull away, he followed after, not ready to let the moment end.
She opened her eyes first and saw the talkative anxious boy who had crashed on her balcony, now totally speechless. His eyes slowly opened as she eagerly awaited to hear his thoughts.
“It didn’t work,” he said breathlessly, forgetting why he was supposed to be disappointed. “You’re still cute.”
“Darn it,” she said, equally as breathlessly and even less disappointed as she did not loosen her grip on him. “Sorry.”
It was even worse now. Everything seemed like it was in slow motion and there was a rose colored frame around her and music was playing and Hunter felt like he would float up into the sun if she let go of him now.
“It’s okay, it's not your fault,” he said, their position finally registering as he slowly removed her arms from her waist, hyper aware of how sweaty his hands were and how hot his face was. “I’m sorry to have bothered you with this. Thanks for trying to help.”
“Anytime,” said Willow softly, never meaning anything more.as she tried to figure out what to do with her hands now that they weren’t anchored around his neck. 
“I should… probably go…” he said timidly as he picked up his cape from the floor, quiet for the first time and Willow worried that he was embarrassed and that was the last thing she wanted him to associate with kissing her. She wanted to tell him what was really happening, but that hardly seemed like a way to lessen his embarrassment.
“Wait!” she said, and he looked up to her with wide eyes. “Um, actually… what if I took a love potion too?”
“No, I couldn’t let you do that,” said Hunter, shaking his head. “It’s so scary. But actually kind of incredible? But then scary again, and I couldn’t let you feel this way about me. That would be less like a potion and more like a curse.”
“What if I told you… I already took one?”
“What? Willow, why would you-?”
“What’s done is done,” she said innocently, as though it was out of her hands. “Right? And... the kiss didn't reverse mine either so I guess… we’re in this mess together.”
Hunter nodded slowly. “This constitutes an investigation,” he declared, slamming his fist into his palm. “Someone’s going around distributing illegal love potions! But who? And why?”
It was a start, Willow would take what she could get.
“Who knows?” she said with a grand shrug. “But um, until we do… are you okay feeling this way for a little bit longer?”
“I mean, it’s a little less scary knowing that you’re feeling the same way,” he admitted, rubbing his neck and giving her a shy grin . 
“That’s usually how it goes,” she said with a bright smile that made him feel like he was melting. “And… what if the effects turn out to be permanent? Would you… be okay with that too?”
“Well,” Hunter took a deep breath as he carefully took Willow’s hand, the rush still there but not quite as overwhelming. Maybe it was because they shared that now. “I’m okay with it i-if you are.”
“Well,” she interlaced their fingers and gave his hand a gentle squeeze and looked up at him with shining eyes even the most precious peridot would envy. “I’ve got a gut feeling it’s incurable.”
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vioisgoinginsane · 1 year
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Me, playing Rio's Route
Ch 11-20
@altairring bestie. Besties hold me. He's too perfect
@vivifucksthevillian i am stealing your old unsername formant
How does falling in love with my 'best friend' manages to have more flavour of forbidden love than... Than.... I Don't dare say....
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Rio just casually gets poisoned and thank god i didn't have to like. Wait a day for story tickets to find out if he's fine. How would i be supposed to function that way?
Also i just realised they wouldn't have been able to pull that narrative trick of 'was it silvio? Was it emidio?' Back then If they didn't have the same hair colour they even had me for a sec.
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"Yeah you're terrible so make up for it"
Is what i would think except i can't say because if he asked how to make it up to me........
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Sariel: did your own pet bite you?
Me: pff- I wish.
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SARIEL. YOU DEVIL!!! but i guess someone fuckin had to get them to talk....
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RIO YOU DUMBASS GOOFBALL (AFFECTIONATE) NOW COME HERE SO I CAN KISS THAT SPOT
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(Stay strong! I didn't cry yet and I can still keep going!!)
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How does Rio have so many fuckin extremes? He goes from pathetic slouching in Sariel's office to the coolest (slightly yandere, actually, but i don't care) dude and I am down bad all the way through. And he's gulping that drink down how only a son benitoite could—
Also Sariel coming in with the "you must never become a beast" that whole peptalk of his is just iconic, actually-
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Me: Rio, he's not my dad!... So I'm gonna do it either way!
Akatsuki: *having a heart attack* what?
This reminds me of Mitsuhide's route...
If i didn't already want to see Mr. Akatsuki's reaction to each individual suitor i should would now.
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RIO YOU HORNDOG
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(Don't stop,actually)
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In a perfect world, I get to tell you sure go ahead.
Game: well i have good news for you!! It's an option!!
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Thank fuckin god every single one of my concerns last post has been adressed and also thank fkin god i got to speedrun it instead of sitting annoyed for days.
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my mind broke
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IT'S NOT AN ENDING CG
WE NEVER HAD THAT BEFORE
YEAH CLAVIS GOT THR SEXY CG IN THE
TRUE LOVE ENDING BUT THIS— GOD I
THINK THIS IS A FIRST IN HISTORY
ALSO YOU GAVE THE COME HITHER EYES FIRST.
So help me god-
AND YOU'RE TELLING MD HE GETS WORSE (SWEETER)?!?!!!!!
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RIO
Omfg he DID mark me...
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NO GIRL THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS HE'S GONNA BE SO FUCKIN SMUG ABOUT IT
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I CAN'T FUCKIN BELIEVE THAT STUPID DOODLE I MADE YESTERDAY IS ESSENTIALLY CANON!! RIO SHOWS UP EVERY TIME I CRY AND THEN HE GOES AND SAY-SAY THE THING AND THEN I START CRYING HARDER CUZ HE'S JUST TOO NICE AND CUTE AND SWEET AND- AND HE'S STARTED THINKING ABOUT HOW TO MAKE IT POSSIBLE TO STAY TOGETHER-
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"Rio, have been kissing that bunny plushie that looks like me all these years?"
"Who knows?"
My GOD he's a LOSER
I WANNA KISS ON THE MOUTH
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Ah. There it is. The infamous Silvio-in-a-box. GIL REALLY 20 CHAPTERS TO TALK TO ME AND WHEN HE DOES IT'S A CASUAL ENCOUNTER.
this is like. The complete opposite of Sariel's route where he shows up now and then to tell me something omnious and vaguely threatening (anything he says sounds vaguely threatening, except when it's explicitly threatening)
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scramble-crossing · 1 year
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Apparently the first time I’m ever posting my writing online it’s going to be about the @twewytransswag poll. Here’s whatever the hell
The strange black shop had seemingly cropped up overnight. A weed between the concrete, sucking up streams of eager-faced, empty-eyed customers before all at once falling as suddenly and wholly quiet as the night itself, Shadow Ramen was opening its doors again, and Sho Minamimoto was the first one inside.
“You know I can’t show my face at a competitor’s store,” Ken Doi had told him earlier, his sleeve-swallowed arms folded sternly at his chest. “That’s where you come in. You’ll be our secret weapon.”
He’d liked the sound of that. Shadow Ramen was everything Sho hated to see eating up the Shibuya streets, a baseless fad, a soulless money-grab without one yoctogram of integrity. It looked good-really good, a perfect, symmetrical square, straight-angled and cooly black-but whatever shred of outer beauty it held masked nothing, but an empty core. 
Where was the art?
Walking inside, Sho already has his eyes on a few pieces that would look better in one of his sculptures. He closed his eyes and could see it in twisted, complete perfection. His hands itched to snatch up what he could and book it (which wasn’t hard, there were stray seats, wall mounts, once an entire table, stacked up in piles somewhere, a few places on the block where he was very much not welcomed again) but he stayed them. This was only the first set in his desired solution. He had to be patient.
(The fact that Ken Doi had sent him out the door with a warm pat on the back of his head, ruffling the hair sticking out of his cap…well, Sho would deny it, but it certainly hadn’t hurt.)
He pulled up a seat at the front bar, eyeing the man who stood stick-rigid and smiling behind it. There was an uncertainty to the way he looked at Sho, a meek plea, “Am I doing this right?” He scoffed. Even if he found nothing, no dirt he could take back to Ken Doi, at least he could rest fairly sure that the streets would swallow this kid whole all by itself. No need to integrate. 
“Gimme a shadow ramen,” he said. It looked like that was all they had.
The man bowed shortly. “Of course. Coming right up, sir.”
(He liked Junior better)
The lunch rush hadn’t yet begun. In fact as far as he could see, Sho was the only one inside. Craning his head to get a better view, he had to admit he would’ve admired the aesthetic if it didn’t all ring so hollow, everything too clean, too sleek, the scribbled skull decals mass-made and placed at perfect intervals. It was nothing like the cozy earnestly he was used to. Listening to the cook working in the kitchen, he imagined them ripping the plastic off a freeze-dried steak, dumping it carelessly into a frothing, roiling vat filled with noodles that’d been shipped in from the opposite end of the country.
Ken Doi’s was boring. The seats were rickety and it was always too hot. But it was real. Didn’t that count for anything?
The sound of scuffed feet broke Sho from his thoughts. The man was back, a bowl balanced delicately in the palms of his hands. “Sorry for the wait,” he said, as if there’d even been any. “Enjoy!”
Sho stared at the meal set in front of him. Apparently they hadn’t factored in the sheer volume of the steak stretched out on a bed of noodles, broth already spilling over the edge of the bowl. He curled his lip. ‘What a simple equation!’ 
The thought of telling this to Ken Doi made him grin. He eagerly cracked open a packet of chopsticks, just as a bell’s chime rang out through the restaurant. A quick glance over his shoulder made sure it wasn’t a Player, not one who recognized him, anyways. Just some random digit, greyed ponytail bobbing as he nervously swung his head about the room. Sho turned back to his meal. It smelt salty. 
“Welcome to Shadow Ramen!”
As he ate his noodles, Sho listened vaguely to the greeting of the shopkeeper as he turned to his newest customer, surely with the same kicked-puppy look he’d given him. The other man shuffled awkwardly forward. He could tell he was shifting his weight, swaying back and forth as if he had half a mind to turn and run screaming out of the place. Maybe they were getting robbed. That’d be interesting. More interesting than over-salted broth.
“What can I get for you today?” the shopkeeper asked.
The man at the counter leaned in. “Hot stuff.”
Something about the way he’d said it made Sho stop mid-unsatisfying-bite. It was low. Roughish. As if his throat hurt. Reaper’s couldn’t catch colds, but on instinct Sho shuffled a bit further away.
The shopkeeper let out a small, nervous laugh. “Uh…w-well in that case, you’re in luck. Our ramen’s the hottest there is on this side of Shibuya!”
“Hollow-skulled hectopascal,” Sho muttered under his breath.
Neither of them seemed to hear him. The grey-haired one reared back, stuttering, “What? No way! Don’t tell me you’re not…” A quick pause. “No, I’m sure you are. You’re the guy from Spain Hill! Hot stuff!”
The shopkeeper jolted, as if struck by an electric bolt. “Hot Stuff!?” he nearly shrieked. “No, you’ve got it all wrong! That wasn’t me! That was someone else! I’ve just got one of those faces, really, everyone who meets me says I look totally unremarkable. Even my own mother can’t recognize me in any of my school photos!”
Sho licked his lips. The salt was drying out his mouth. “Any of you useless fractals have water in this trash heap?” He snapped at the shopkeeper. But neither he or the other man, with an increasingly stricken look plastered across his pale face, paid him any attention.
“But you look exactly like him,” he pressed. “You’ve got the same eyes, they’re all warm and dark and mysterious…”
The shopkeeper balked. Staring harder at him, Sho felt frustration creep in as the hectopascal actually began to blush. “No one’s ever said my eyes were warm and dark and mysterious…” he mumbled, half to himself. “Okay, okay, maybe that was me. But it was just business, I swear! I was walking down Spain Hill and suddenly it was like, boom! The perfect idea just came to me, you know?”
Grey-hair stared at him sadly. “Hot stuff?”
“Yeah…that’s right. Hot stuff.”
“The only “hot stuff” either of you yoctograms are gonna feel is the fire I’m gonna use to burn this restaurant to the ground.”
“So that’s all it was?” grey-hair choked, turning his head away. “I was just a sale to you?”
“...I’m a salesman.”
“Yeah, well whoever you sold your cold, empty heart to should ask for a refund!”
Blinking back tears, grey-hair shoved his face into the crook of his arm and ran blindly out of the restaurant. The shopkeeper watched him go. Slowly, he reached his hand into the pocket of his apron and pulled out a small pin as red as the blood in Sho’s hopelessly undercooked steak. He clenched it tight in his trembling fist.
“Hot stuff…” he whispered. “Come get some hot stuff…”
Sho pushed his bowl across the counter until it fell and shattered into pieces on the floor. Refusing to look at the shopkeeper again, he climbed out of his seat and left Shadow Ramen without paying a cent.
“Sounds like we don’t have much to worry about,” Ken Doi mused later, sitting thoughtfully with his chin in his hand as Sho wolfed down a perfectly salted bowl of his ramen. “There’s still one thing I’m curious about, though.”
“What’s that?”
“What is hot stuff?”
Sho shrugged, settling deeper into the seat he was adamant he would never leave again. “Your ramen’s good, Pops. But it’s not that good.”
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wren-kitchens · 1 year
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hi hello i’m posting more unfinished stuff I probably won’t end up completing
no cw but it’s based around christmas time and there’s references to it so if you don’t wanna read that here’s your sign!
mumscarian at christmas! (no idea where they are btw it’s a vague au type thing but also not so, you know you think of the idea)
grian edges around the bank of snow, listening intently for any signs of the enemy. he reaches down slowly, to keep from making any more noise than necessary, and grabs the ammunition from the floor.
he shuffles along, wincing silently as his feet crunch in the snow. anything could give him away, in the dead quiet of the evening. he dares to peek cautiously around the bank of snow, and-
splat!
grian is struck in the face by a snowball, cold slush dripping into his scarf. from the opposite bank, he can hear victorious cackling, and mumbo appears from behind. 
“I win!” he crows. “I get to choose the movie!”
grian sighs fondly and wipes the snow from his face as he moves out from behind the pile of snow. “fine, fine. you win.”
“I told you I was a master at snowball fights.” mumbo says proudly, taking grian’s hand. “you should never have challenged me. scar was smart to stay inside.”
“scar just wanted to make gingerbread men.” grian points out. “he doesn’t care what movie we watch as long as he can bake.”
“I wonder if they’re done yet.” mumbo says. 
“I know i’m taking one even if they’re not.” grian grins. “scar makes the best gingerbread.”
“god, he does, doesn’t he?” mumbo agrees. “i’d ask him to teach me, but we all know how I am in the kitchen.”
grian laughs. “yes, we absolutely do.”
the moment they open the door, scar calls from the kitchen,
“shoes off at the door! don’t you track snow everywhere!”
grian rolls his eyes, but unties his shoes on the doormat and puts them on the radiator.
“scar, have you somehow turned the heating up more?” mumbo asks, fanning himself with his hat.
“it was cold!” scar says, voice muffled by the closed door. “it is december, i’ll have you know.”
“you’re always cold.” grian says as he hangs his coat and scarf up. luckily his jumper underneath is dry. “honestly, I don’t know why you insisted on keeping your shirt off for so long.”
“in the desert.” scar says. “it was warm in the desert.”
“not at night.” grian says, moving towards the door. “it was- ooh that looks nice.”
scar is stood in front of a pan of gingerbread men, apparently just come out of the oven. scar grins as grian as he walks in.
“I see you lost the snowball fight.” he says.
“that he did!” mumbo says from behind, walking up to the tray of biscuits.
scar slaps his hand away before he can take one. “they’re not ready yet, i’m going to decorate them.”
“well decorate them now!” grian says.
“they need to cool down first.” scar says. “you can’t- mph!” 
mumbo has pulled scar into a kiss, and is gesturing at the biscuit tray.
grian cottons on, grabbing a couple of the gingerbread men before standing back and plastering on an innocent expression as he hides them behind his back. they’re hot, but not enough to burn.
scar is blushing when mumbo pulls away. “well hello there. what was that for?”
“ah, well, you know.” mumbo is also a little pink in the face, much to grian’s amusement. “I just love you.”
“you- wait a minute.” scar turns to the biscuit tray. “hey!”
grian gives a little snort of laughter, and scar turns to them, arms folded.
“you little menaces!” he exclaims. “taking advantage of me like that!”
grian stands on his toes to kiss scar. his lips taste like gingerbread. 
“well now I feel a little better.” scar says, struggling to keep a pout on his face.
grian laughs, and hands one of the gingerbread men to mumbo, taking a bite out of his own.
“oh wow, scar.” he says, muffled by his mouthful. “these are amazing.”
“hear hear.” mumbo says. 
“they’d be better if you’d waited for me to ice them.” scar mutters, mock annoyed. “anyway, what movie are we watching?” he asks, turning to mumbo.
“oh, uh.” mumbo swallows his mouthful of gingerbread. “I can’t decide.”
“then why fight?!” grian exclaims.
mumbo shrugs, blushing. “you look cute in your scarf.”
“oh, you really do.” scar nods. “I nearly burned the cookies on account of that.”
grian huffs. suddenly, he feels a lot warmer. “well, I mean,” he mumbles, and mumbo laughs.
mumbo tilts his face up and kisses him. “very cute.”
“I can’t believe you two just want to embarrass me all the time.” grian says, but he can’t help smiling. 
“so can I choose the movie?” scar pipes up.
mumbo grins. “yeah, you can choose.”
“oh, wonderful!” scar beams. “we should watch the snowman!”
“the what?” mumbo says.
“the ‘we’re walking in the air’ one.” grian fills in.
“ohh. oh, but that ones sad!” mumbo says.
“you gave me the choice, no backsies now!” scar says. “now, who wants to help me decorate these?”
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“mumbo, hurry up!” grian calls from where he’s buried in countless blankets on the sofa. “we’re starting without you!”
“wait for me!” mumbo shouts from the kitchen.
“what’s the betting that there’ll be no more cookies if we go back in there?” scar  says to grian.
“too high.” grian nods.
“i’m here, i’m here!” mumbo says, hurrying into the living room and plonking himself down on the sofa in between grian and scar. “you look cozy.” he says.
“I am.” grian shifts so he’s leaning against mumbo instead of the sofa arm. he steals a gingerbread man off mumbo’s plate and bites its head off. 
“rude.” mumbo protests. 
“you killed him.” scar pouts. 
“oh, just start the movie.” grian says, if only to hide how cute he thinks scar’s pouting is.
scar gives him a knowing smile, and grian feels himself blush as the film starts. mumbo puts his arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer. grian smiles as he kisses the top of his head. 
“you know,” mumbo says quietly. “I think it’s unfair that there aren’t sofas that mean we can all cuddle at once.”
“you’re just not trying hard enough.” grian says.
“oh yeah? prove it.” mumbo grins.
“you’ve started something.” scar says. “he’s not gonna stop until he’s proven his point.”
“I don’t think i mind too much.” mumbo smiles.
grian gathers all his blankets (a substantial task) and shifts so he flops over mumbo’s lap.
“I may have overestimated my strength.” grian says from underneath the mountain of blankets.
“what are you even doing?” mumbo chuckles.
“proving a point.” grian says stubbornly. 
he manages to climb his way over to scar. mumbo and scar are sat so close together, grian is able to sit across both their laps simultaneously.
“see?” he peeks his face out of the blankets to find both his boyfriends to be red-faced and laughing.
“you’re like a little worm.” mumbo grins.
“would you still love me if I was a worm?” grian widens his eyes.
mumbo bends down and presses a kiss to his forehead. “no.” he smiles.
it startles a laugh out of grian. “you’re so mean!” he exclaims as mumbo cackles.
“oh, don’t worry g, i’d still love you.” scar tells him.
“see, scar is a real boyfriend.” grian jokes.
scar kisses his cheek at the same time as mumbo, and grian turns bright pink.
scar laughs. “you’re so cute.”
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indieninja92 · 5 months
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Hello again! This is the anon that was asking about all-caps. Buckle in because it is a TALE. (One that ended up being about 800 words. You have been warned)
So. It’s four years ago. I just picked up Good Omens in a bookstore, since the authors sounded vaguely familiar and I needed something to read. I binge it in about two to three days.
YOINK we’re fast forwarding and it is now TWENTY-TWENTY-THREE and FATHERS DAY oh boy this sure is gonna be interesting (said while putting on a very stylish hazmat suit) WAIT! Lo! Behold! Lo and behold! On thee website of Tumblr, what doth mine eyes see, reblogged by one of the people I follow? A message! (Spoiler: it’s the father’s day post you did over at monstrous agonies/monstrous productions) And now! I am having ~feelings~ NEW BLOG TO CHECK OUT WAHOOOOOOOO
“Ah, this blog seems themed,” I contemplate, looking upon the tastefully spooky art that’s been reblogged. “Oh, a new episode? This is most mysterious. OHHHHH it’s a PODCAST BLOG okay yeah that makes a lot more sense now” (puts down the salt and garlic) “whoop-de-doo time to listen to this cool little podcast! Yippee!” SIKE it’s FEELINGS time BUCKAROO (still not over “there is no amount of normal you can become that will wash the river from your skin. You're soaked the bone, my dear.” By the way) Oh no it’s almost over! Oh yay I’m not all the way through yet so there’s still more to listen to! (Insert fiber crafting while listening to Monstrous Agonies montage here)
(In the opposite corner of the circle I lurk in on Tumblr) wow, those sure are some really pretty gifs! It’s from the TV adaptation of that book I read? That’s nice, good for them :) oh wait there are. More. Pretty gifs. That’s intriguing. (This continues on and on and on until okay, fine, guess I’m watching the gay demon/angel show. If I must.)
DAVID TENNANT AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH
*rereads books. It’s really quite good*
Oh wow I guess I’m in a new fandom now :)
(back in MA land) Aww, I just finished the last episode :( LOOKS LIKE IT’S Q&A TIME :DDDDDDD oh hey, Hero posted something on the Tumblr blog! It’s a reblogged poll about if vampire!prev would kill you or not? And it mentions the creator of Monstrous Agonies? I was wondering if they had a main account! (A moderate amount of clicking through links later) “Queer, quaker, chronic daydreamer” that’s nice, good for them :)
Now. This, my dear reader, is where it gets interesting. You see, I’d started following Good Omens blogs, or at least, blogs that posted a good deal about Good Omens. One of them (fellshish) frequently and enthusiastically shares fic recommendations (they are also an avid reblogger of fanart. In some ways, their blog functions like a community space. It’s quite lovely.) Furthermore, their fic suggestions are typically of a very high quality, and I greatly enjoyed one of their previous recommendations (Slow Show by Mia_Ugly on ao3), so when they. Continuously. Posted about the glory of The Good Omens Grindr Fic (tm), I, of course, had to check it out.
At this point, the question may be raised of who the author of The Good Omens Grindr Fic (tm) is. This would be a very reasonable inquiry. It would not, however, be an inquiry made by me, for once I started reading I was ENRAPTURED. Enthralled. En-another thing that’s really really intense (I’m running out of appropriately accurate adjectives). The only breaks I took from reading it were to bounce around my room and do flappy hands because the banter oh my god the banter “angelic tummy” aaaaaaaaaaa (or sometimes the smut oh my god the smut holy SHIT guess I have a new thing now. I can’t even be mad about it because it’s so good).
Alas, I do need to occasionally sleep, and so one night I knew that I really didn’t have time for another chapter, but wanted to see what the author was up to. So I licked on the “come hang out on Tumblr! :)” link. Wait. Wait. Hold up. I recognize this. “Queer, quaker, chronic daydreamer.” WAIT. WAIT A GOSH DARN DING-DANG DAGNABBIT MINUTE. YOU. YOU. YOU ARE TELLING ME THAT ONE OF MY FAVORITE FICS OF ALL TIME. IS WRITTEN BY. NONE OTHER THAN THE CREATOR OF MY FAVORITE PODCAST WHO IS ALSO THE INTERNET DAD???????? ON TUMBLR DOT COM??????????? (Q&A flashbacks, paraphrased) “What Hero doesn’t want to say is that they’re a very good writer” MY GOOD FRIEND SOHPIE B. THAT IS PUTTING IT LIGHTLY. HELLO????????????????
So that’s the story of how I found out that author of one of my favorite fics is the same person as the creator of my favorite podcast and the internet dad. I am thoroughly delighted and not at all normal about this :))))))))) so, thank you!!! You’re very very cool and a marvelous writer :D
(p.s. I'm so excited for Travelling Light!!!!!!!)
asdkjfhslkdjf this is such a wild ride haha my favourite part is you looking in the author notes to follow the link to get to my tumblr... despite me having the same name here and ao3 😅
anyway, thank you for sharing your excitement, its very sweet! i dont usually make much fanfare on the podcast side of things about my fic writing - not that its a secret or anything, but i feel like if you come to me for cosy affirming monster agony aunt stuff then you might not be in the market for explicit gay pornography 😂 but theres definitely some overlap between the two audiences and im glad you're enjoying being in both camps!
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greyeyedmonster-18 · 2 years
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I just saw your thoughts on the black brothers and I am so relieved... the amount of fanfic I read which has sirius abandoning regulus the second either he or regulus steps foot inside hogwarts absolutely chills me, tbh.
ahh! im so glad you stumbled upon my black brothers content!
more babbling below the cut because this got longer than anticipated because i cant shut up ever, so continue reading if you'd like some vague ramblings about reg and sirius, otherwise stop here <3
i really do love to write them and love to write their relationship (canonically or not). and i, like you, also read many the marauders fics where
sirius is AUTOMATICALLY this rebel without a cause, and already starting shit the second he gets on the hogwarts express, which like...i refuse to believe is how it went down
regulus AUTOMATICALLY is out of sorts with sirius the second he is sorted when, and i might die on this hill, regulus was like TEN at the time?? he probably got the vibe that his parents weren't thrilled (though i will also stand by that The Blacks while like....feathers were severely ruffled by Gryffindor sorting, they know how sorting works and sirius wasn't sitting there thinking rebellious thoughts and trying to piss off anyone; and were more concerned with the broader repercussions of being placed in a house with people outside of their little pureblood community because THEY KNEW (they raised him) sirius was a curious child, a questioning child.they could see what was going to happen) but regulus was TEN and could not. sirius was STILL his big brother!! that's it.
there are so many wonderful posts on this site that do justice of unpacking Reg and Sirius, and i will refrain from doing my own because no one cares that much, but, i will add one last thing. By citing my own silly little fic. in which there is a conversation between the two of them after Sirius's 17th birthday (first birthday post running away) and Reg goes to talk with him and this conversation happens:
“They haven’t gone into your room,  you know,” Regulus’ voice said to his back as he started down the opposite end of the hall, “They haven’t touched your chair at the dining table. Father is in his study a lot more…” Sirius stopped, taking a moment to remind himself that this was his brother and if he was going to pick a fight, it wasn’t going to be in with him. Count to ten. Count to ten. Walk away. “All summer. It feels like he’s watching the door, waiting…”
One. 
“Narcissa getting married and I know they…”
Two
“If you just apologize , they’d let--”
Ten.
when sirius runs away, reg is fourteen or else newly fifteen and sirius is sixteen (which in teenage years, might as well be a lifetime with how much brains morph and change and bodies etc etc). i truly believe that when sirius left number twelve, reg wasn't there to witness it. reg didn't know what the fight was about and just knew that sirius had been arguing with his parents more and more every year, and he just wanted it to go back to the way it was and had such a bitter taste in his mouth for gryffindor because of this despite sirius and him still getting along. sirius was still his big brother.
and so in regs head, its "sirius just please apologize. look at whats happening! father is upset you left, and--" without knowing the other half of the story (that sirius worked hard to keep him out of). and it isn't until sirius clues him in on whats really going on that reg gets it, and i believe informs regulus's character arc.
good god this was long im so sorry, you didn't ask for this. thanks for reading my content!!
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ode-to-spring · 1 year
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♡⋆.ೃ࿔* A QUIET MOMENT AWAY ~
being a respected figure comes with many perks, but equally as many consequences. sometimes, it isn't a bad thing to seek help from people you trust . . .
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ੈ♡ barbara x reader (intended to be platonic, but interpret this however you'd like<3) ੈ♡ category :: sort of hurt/comfort? barbara isn't doing too well before the events of this, reader comes to comfort her for a bit ੈ♡ warnings :: barbara is vv tired, this sort of came out as a vent fic because of themes of being overwhelmed & overworked, not having time for yourself, and other things of the like ੈ♡ a/n :: omg emilia posting?? for the first time in forever ?!? i'm really sorry for the inactivity :( a lot of stuffs been happening but i'm hoping to become more active here soon!!
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the sun is already near disappearing into the horizon when you meet barbara at your designated spot. 
it’s nothing fancy, unlike what most would expect— it’s quite the opposite, if anything. you sat only atop a neatly placed picnic blanket by the roots of the great windrise tree, with a basket full of handmade goods set beside you, and casual clothing from the bottom of your wardrobe… just as barbara had requested. 
“i’m terribly sorry for the delay! something came up at the cathedral earlier, and all the sisters were looking to me for what to do, so i left later than i’d expected today—” she started blurting out when you ran to greet her. she did seem to be fresh from a stressed frenzy, if you looked at her closely. the signature pigtails she always wore were a mess (one being already half untied), she hadn’t changed out of her deaconess uniform yet (likely because she ran out of the city after realizing she was late), but most of all the bags under her eyes vaguely reminded you of the dark side of a half moon (and they told you much about how the past few days have been treating her).
“hey, don’t worry about it. i haven’t been waiting for long.” you interrupted her string of apologies while brushing some hair out of her face. “besides, i know you’ve been busy with everything lately. i don’t mind”
what you said was true, of course. between church work and the new events in her idol career, the poor girl had barely been able to catch a break in a while. surprising, considering jean was usually the most well known for overworking herself to no end. maybe it ran in the family. 
“are you sure? i’m sorry anyways, i really am.” she started, but upon seeing the reassuring look on your face, she knew it wasn’t needed anymore. “still… thank you for waiting for me. it's been a while since i've been outside the city and.. i was really looking forward to seeing you again like this. just like old times.”
it had been far too long since you'd been able to be with her like this, yes. every time you'd see her on the streets, instead of having a casual chat as both of you would hope, she'd be dragged away by some pressing matter. if anything, that was the very reason you’d organized this little meet up in the first place. away from the prying eyes of the city people, who all only saw her for who she wanted them to. whether it was as their reliable deaconess, their bubbly pop idol, or the kindhearted healer that gets visited a bit too often, you wanted to pull her out of that even only for a little while.
here, under the tree that heals spirits, it was only the two of you. as you talked well into the night until the stars twinkled happily above, it started feeling less and less like you were talking to the respected deaconess, and more like you were speaking to just barbara. and for you, that was more than enough.
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paperclippedmime · 2 years
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I will always and forever ask about Beyfae! 1, 2, or 3, authors choice!
You spoil me with author’s choice 😭 I’ll share a [particularly angsty] blurb from BeyFae 2 that I really like. So context: something just happened right before this scene that’s gotten everyone down and depressed (the scene is vague about what that was so I decided it would be okay to post it without revealing too much, although you could take some guesses) and now it’s time for some tough conversations between Yuriy and (your fave) Ivan. It’s been about six years since the end of BeyFae I.
(I guess spoiler alert Sergey and Boris DO actually get together between BeyFae I and II, but that was probably not too difficult to predict from how much I ship them ahaha)
Hope you like it and thank you for the ask! <3
Ivan sat on the edge of the skywalk, leaning on the pillar opposite Yuriy’s spot. He knew to give Sergey space but he also hated the idea of being by himself right now. His chest now hurt even more than during the whole debacle with Balkov. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t have the words to console his friend - maybe because he didn’t have words to console himself either. But even if they had to sit in silence, he was glad that he didn’t have to go through this alone.
“Did you know?” Yuriy suddenly asked.
“Huh?” Ivan looked over, puzzled by Yuriy’s inquiry. “Know what?”
“Did you know that Sergey and Boris were together?”
Fuck fuck fuck. This was not a line of questioning that Ivan was prepared to handle in any way, shape, or form at this time. But handle it he had to. He just hoped that in the seconds that it took him to come up with a response, his expression feigned bewilderment rather than guilt.
“What?? Boris and Sergey? Together?” Ivan exclaimed. “As in, together, like, in a relationship? A “couple” type of relationship? A—”
“Vanya,” Yuriy cut him off calmly.
Ivan bit the inside of his lip.
Yuriy smiled wryly. “You are really terrible at lying, you know that?”
Ivan exhaled in defeat, looking at his friend. “Yura, I am not terrible at lying. It’s just that you were the only one who could consistently see through my bullshit.”
Yuriy smiled, but quickly his expression fell again, a far-off look in his eyes.
“Vanya, how long had it been?”
Ivan braced himself. “Almost five years?”
Yuriy’s head whipped around so quickly Ivan was sure the man had pulled a muscle.
“Five years?” He shouted. “No one bothered to tell me for five fucking years?”
“Hey, you don’t have to yell at me!” Ivan could perfectly understand why Yuriy would be upset - heck, he had been a bit peeved that it had taken Boris and Sergey a full year to come clean to him, and even then he had technically found out the truth by chance. But Ivan wasn’t about to let himself be a punching bag at a time like this. “It wasn’t exactly my place to tell you about it.”
Yuriy bristled, crossing his arms and hunching his shoulders. Ivan watched the other man for a bit, his breath pluming out more visibly than before. As much as he was planning to stand up for himself, Ivan realized that he wasn’t being fair to Yuriy either. Both of them were hurting, but finding out that two of your best friends had kept a secret like this from you all this time had to sting especially hard right now.
“Yura, listen,” Ivan started, resolving to just do his best. “It’s not like the guys didn’t want to tell you. They really did. But there just wasn’t a right time for it.”
“What kind of right time were they waiting for, exactly?” Yuriy’s tone was full of venom.
“You know, it’s not like you were really around for the past six years. And I mean physically and mentally.” Ivan held Yuriy’s gaze when the other man turned to look at him, a messy mix of affront and realization reflected in his eyes. “Man, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’ve been a wreck since… you know. We’ve been trying to reach out to you, but you just kept pulling back. Remember when you went rogue and went around the world destroying everyone’s beyblades years ago? Well, this was like that time, except now, we couldn’t actually ever get close enough to you. Boris—” his voice cracked. “Boris almost took off at least twice to go looking for you,” Ivan chuckled at the messy memory. “But we managed to talk him out of it.”
“You weren’t planning to come after me?” Yuriy asked bitterly.
“You needed space, Yura,” Ivan explained. And it was true. How long they had talked about it - hundreds of hours? - only Learned Cat knew, but they had decided that while not their favorite option it was probably the best course of action. “Space and time. Whether you noticed it or not, we did keep an eye on you. We were ready to come help you if you needed us. But we realized that when you went away time and time again, we just had to let you grieve.”
The oscillation of emotions Ivan was witnessing in his friend even while the latter wasn’t saying anything was astounding. Ivan felt terrible about— well, frankly everything, but this just gave an extra twist to the dagger that had already seemed to have been thrust into his chest. The same seemed to be true for their captain.
“I think they felt really self-conscious, Yura. They were so happy, they just felt like if they told you, they’d be rubbing it in your face. And they didn’t feel right doing it so soon after—” Ivan trailed off.
Yuriy ran a hand through his hair, no longer able to project anger. Now he simply looked betrayed. “I— I can’t believe they wouldn’t want to tell me,” he looked up at Ivan, almost pleading. “Did they really not trust me to be happy for them?”
Ivan had nothing to offer back. “I’m sorry, Yura. I wish… I wish things were different right now.”
And so the two sat in silence, no words in existence capable of filling either the empty air between them or the deep voids in their hearts.
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I have come to the following conclusion:
I am not allowed to estimate the length of any of my LiuShen fanfics. I seem to be literally incapable of it.
Even my four seasons story (Hundred Winters Grove) almost became more than four chapters, because I could not help myself. It did become something like double the estimated word count. And this was after I had originally thought I might be able to contain it in a single longish oneshot.
I'm normally fairly good at estimating how long a story will be, did you know? Sure, there's a margin of error either way, but I usually have a fairly good guess a chapter or two in, and that margin of error shrinks with each chapter.
LiuShen? It does the opposite.
(Behind the cut I try to rant entertainingly about my current project.)
This is what it's been like for The Guardian Ghost and the Bookish Fairy so far.
Original thought: How about a 4+1 oneshot of a ghost Liu Qingge protecting Shen Qingqiu? Here is a list of the four times he can protect SQQ. Okay, no, 5. Because that'd be funny. Okay, a 5+1 longish oneshot for my fake birthday! Perfect! I'll just skate quickly across the scenes and focus on the funny, cute, or romantic moments and done. Gosh, having this list is going to make it so much easier!
Next: No, it's taken over 1.5k words to just for Liu Qingge's qi deviation scene. We're looking at a multi-chapter for sure. Three chapters, then? Friendly thoughts (since he knows it's not the original SQQ), then attraction, and then resolution? Okay, I'll just map out the chapters for that and... outline complete. Now I may resume writing.
Then: This chapter is running a little long. I'll break this one into two parts. So it'll be four chapters. That'll cover the entirety of August, which is great, TBH. I should have a good idea of where I am in Cultivate by the time the last chapter posts.
Yesterday: ...how is my outline now at six chapters? How. I am running out of ways to title the chapters since my previous systems have broken. FFS, whatever, as long as it's vaguely the right idea go for it. At this rate, I'm going to have to add the tag "slow burn" to my tags draft. I refuse to tag this 5+1 because that idea is dead by now. Everything is out of control. Characters who were basically meant to be walk-on roles have entire scenes now. Everything is on fire. Dogs and cats living together - MASS HYSTERIA.
...on the plus side, I'm enjoying the story.
It's not nearly as funny as intended (scenes originally intended to be less than 500 words to reach a punchline are now treated more seriously or altered to be more than a goof), but it has its moments.
And, as I said, characters meant to be walk-on roles the equivalent of Guard 3 now have scenes.
Luo Binghe now merits his own tag mentions (Gray Lotus Luò Bīnghé & No Vinegar - just to confirm that he's not a bitter love rival in this fic... though maybe 'No Vinegar' isn't entirely accurate, just it's not Binghe who suffers from it). Shang Qinghua has the biggest role in this fic than he has in any of my fics so far. Perhaps put together. He'll go in the characters list. Liu Mingyan may also merit being tagged in the characters list...
TBH, it's a much better fic for it, but I despair of myself. This is exactly why Cultivate will be a monster. (But probably a monster that will get me chapters to post all through November while I do NaNoWriMo for a different story.)
I'm not in as much pain so I've been able to spend more time at the keyboard, which is useful because the wordcount keeps growing and the deadline moves ever-closer. And I do hate posting fics where I haven't finished them first. I'm currently on-track to finish the story by the end of the month, but possibly only if I continue to write ~3.5k+ a day this weekend. (At least I still have a week between the end of the month and posting day, just in case.)
PS: The scene that justified the Grey Lotus Binghe tag? I'm rather sad readers have to wait for that one.
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I read that post about Lucio and it got me remember about what I wrote earlier (I wanted him so bad to leave my head that I wrote a post, damnit) and... Lucio's just fucked up so bad. And now, after reading Bunni fate episode, it's even funnier.
The longer he wait, the worse it will be and Lucio feels like he tried to escape responsibility by not taking action and ignoring problems, until they pile up.
While I feel like Sandalphon could understand Lucio a little and his conflict with his own creator, I feel it wouldn't be too effective. And it's pretty interesting how similar, yet different they are. Both are/were ignored/felt like being ignored by their creators, Sandy took action that further messed up situation and then tried to get attention by destroying everything else he felt was taking his creator's attention from him, but Lucio... Guess that's where they are opposite. Lucio cares about world, wants to protect it and fears that his creator is going to destroy the world. And doesn't that remind you about someone else?
I just can't shake off feeling that Lucio, when he wants genuinely became friends with Sandalphon, also can't get affirmation he needs. And for Sandalphon, Lucilius feels to be more his mirror in "destroy the world to get attention of his creator". Which is kind of interesting his mirror? is creator of his creator? And Lucio seems to be mirrored by clone? of his clone? And fucking Lucifer can just talk to Bahamut, who is like creator of his creator's creator? Lately I think how many things seemingly straight are actually circles.
I have no idea where I am going, I just want to sleep, but Lucio doesn't let me. Anyway, I am just convinced that Lucio will be somehow connected with Lucifer, maybe even in his transcending story. Both seems to be connected by that "I want to live and protected this world, but my creator, whom I love/respect, seems to be kind of asshole who tries to destroy it and I need to make a decision what to do about that". With difference being that Lucifer make up his mind pretty quickly about what to do. Lucio is kind of sus, now, but maybe he can become sexy demon or something. His speaker clothes seems so easy to take off or just fall out?
I want to sleep
But at least Wilnas' fate episode was precious and Wilnas is also very precious
Maybe tomorrow I will draw that circle and bother everyone I can with it, I discovered new love to diagrams. Diagrams good. And everything circle.
i haven't read Bunni FE yet so i can't add to it, but yes, Lucio truly did fuck up didn't he?
Everything that has been happening ever since Lucio joined the crew ends up making him sound more irresponsible for the stuff he didn't work to prevent when he wanted to wait for Baha's approval, and then the stuff he did to try to fix things usually brought more problems. If him talking about everything early on could have softened the blow, at this point it might. be a little too fucked up.
Reminds me of Shalem's FE in general too and how much Lucio both help freeing her AND avoids her the entire time. When an Otherworld creature pretends to be Sahar to trick Shalem, and acts all vague for it, Shalem breaks down because how dare Sahar play with her, disrespecting just how lost and confused she is, how can he not be clear when they're both stuck in the same situation. And then it's revealed to be a fake and Lucio comes to help as Lucio and it's implied Shalem doesn't know Sahar is with her. It's like. Another collateral damage to all of the secrets Lucio keeps. i'm always a bit salty that in the intro of the Tower of Babyl Sahar and Shalem are talking like they're at ease with each other. Makes me feel like i missed something in their saga because Shalem was ways too pissed with Sahar's habit to handle everything on his own and keep secret and his loyalty to God for it to just, be solved this easily.
When it comes to Sandalphon, i agree with you. Sandalphon could have a moment of compassion for a second, before getting really annoyed. Even if Sandalphon regrets lashing on Lucifer, i think the fact he tried to reclaim his own existence is something he can at least look to as a decent behavior.
It's indeed a very Lucifer's behavior and i'm all with you on how the "Luciface line" (including Sandalphon) works as foil to each other. Lucio and Lucifer have the same need to protect at all cost, even if their creators get in the way, even if it also means to be more passive and watch the people you love suffer, and the wake up call of, no, i need to do something. Their main enemy also comes from the Otherworld, (with how Bubs was there for a while for Lucifer). While Lucilius and Sandalphon both coped with being copies in the worst way possible, both turned their anger about their existence on their creator, and were set to destroy everything said creator loved. But yeah meanwhile Lucifer can talk to Bahamut where Lucio cannot, Sandalphon shook himself out of this mindset while Lucilius could not…. This whole line of clone is really fucked up. I do agree that Lucio would really want to connect with Sandalphon. In a way i think, Lucio still wanted to do good by Lucilius and knows it's because of his existence as a clone that everything went wrong. Sandalphon is the idea in itself that it could go right. I think there's a lot to Sandalphon carrying the hopes and legacy of Lucifer that makes Lucio really want to connect with him and all. But yeah, Lucio is still The Original and by virtue of that, he's the Origin of legit all the problems that plagued this clone line. So Sandalphon will never be able to truly open up to him and Lucio will never really get from him what he wants. IT's pretty sad.
I would really be thrilled if Lucifer's transcendance story involves Lucio. It could tie a few things back together. "maybe Lucio can become a sexy demon or something" i see your RoB!Lucifer agenda is still going very strong. But nods.
I'm glad you got to enjoy Wilnas's episode as well! Good luck with your circle endeavor ahah
Take care!
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ffxii post game thoughts: GOOD.
excellent game its just well done what can i say. writing is tight. minus vaan characters are engaging and they are written in a way that makes them feel human. plot was very good, gave hints and foreshadowing to enhance what was to come, it was easy to follow what and why every person and faction was doing, i loved all the moving pieces.
if i had a complaint it'd be that i wish there was more. yes yes i want the 100+ hour game to be longer, and that'd be because i watched this on youtueb because i don't like the ff atb system or dungeon crawling and that's all a me problem. like the dungeon crawling could have been interspersed with more cutscenes with the party, the pharos lighthouse was looooooonnng.
Ashe is very much the main character and driving the plot and everyone else is just kinda there. the individual character motivations are strong enough to justify their presence but we could have had more scenes with the gang. vaan wants to be a sky pirate and go on an adventure but as the stakes raise he does it for dalmasca and for his brother. penelo is worried about vaan (and also secretly wants an adventure) and that's why she initially is there (kidnapping not withstanding) but dalmasca is her home too and she wants to return it to the days when her parents were alive. basch is sworn to protect ashe like the knight he is, but he's there for his brother especially at the end. bathier's there for the treasure but like the others and like them by the end it becomes deeply personal with balthier out to stop his father. fran is there because balthier is there and honestly, good for her.
good game. good game! ah word are failing me but i REALLY enjoyed ffxii. its just so juicy like every moment is poignant, its like the opposite of persona 5. persona 5 will spend 20 minutes telling you something that could be said in 4 minutes and ffxii will convey all that information in 30 seconds. and i mentioned before but the cutscene direction is excellent. in every cutscene you have what the character says like the likes, the delivery, all the body language, what it means for the party currently and the wider political ramifications. in every scene about 70% of the information is implied which is why i was constantly pausing and rewatching. this game is very much show not tell so i can understand people not getting it because they missed 70% of the game. a good example of this is the final jote and fran scene which i am still puzzling out because there is baggage and weight here which both of them are talking through so when jote conveys the word of the wood we do not know how much the interpretation was colored by her. and fran doubts jote but that is because of her own baggage surrounding the village.
i also like political dramas, complicated plots, stories that are puzzles you need to put together, and information dense writing/directing so that probably explains a good bit why i like ffxii.
its also a thematically strong work. freedom, loss, and the chains of the past are present in the game from beginning to end. like im trying to think of a weakpoint in the story and there isn't, ffxii is consistent throughout. every major character and the war as a whole carries these themes. justice, revenge, honor, patriotism, and power.
the worldbuilding is good too. there's so many people just living their lives. the one thing that might get me to actually buy the game is to see all the npc dialogue and read the encyclopedia. as you walk around everywhere really you can talk to npcs and most of them have at least 2 different lines depending of the main story and side story progress. i watched 2 playthoughs so everyone was talked to once and some twice and i still think there's more like there are probably new lines for the end game that i missed. it was also interesting to see a vaguely middle eastern inspired setting, although wow everyone is blond.
actually wait i do have a complaint. ashe's outfit is an affront to my eyes, there's like 5 layers and none of them make sense. what the hell is she wearing? how does it all stay up?
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I really wish people applied Hanlon's Razor and Grey's Law to their daily lives.
In case you don't know, here is what those mean.
Hanlon's Razor: Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity/incompetence.
Grey's Law: Any sufficiently advanced incompetence is indistinguishable from malice.
They sound in direct opposition, but I feel like people don't consciously think about either of these and apply them almost at random and it sucks. I know the lack of people thinking like this has effected me personally, and those around me.
Starting with Hanlon I suppose.
One of the few things I'm confident is is that I'm intelligent. That said, I'm wholly aware I have specialties and there's so much that I don't know, and my memory sucks so I often forget things too. I also am the furthest from malicious someone can really be without being a complete doormat (and I'm still a bit of a doormat, I'm working on it). Upsetting people is genuinely distressing on so many levels, and because of this I feel compelled to explain myself for literally everything, or say nothing at all. So I'm long rants and silence.
Sometimes I'll assert something and someone will disagree with me, be it because they got offended for some reason or because they have information I don't. I assume one or both of us is lacking information, so I share what I have and ask for theirs. You may have noticed this if you see me responding to posts asking for sources.
I hate being wrong. I know in a lot of people that manifests in becoming stubborn and defensive, but I actively try not to do that. I want to be correct, so I want to learn more. I want to know what I was missing. If I'm wrong, I want to know so I don't make the same mistakes again. If I'm not wrong but was missing information, it can give me a clearer understanding of the topic as a whole and people who think and feel differently than me which is fantastic because I love learning how people and things work when I don't understand the logic. And I love to share information to. And I might go overboard.
But people assume I'm trying to argue, and not that I genuinely want to understand their perspective.
And I'm not saying part of that's on me for not communicating well enough. But no matter how hard I try, someone always seems to assume I'm out to hurt people when the thought of vaguely upsetting someone often paralyzes me. I've been scolded for not asking for help because I feel like an inconvenience. (TW) The only reason I'm even alive is because I know at least one person would grieve, and hurting someone like that is so much worse than suffering through existence. (TW end) I'm not someone who would ever go out of my way to cause harm unprovoked.
And I know I'm not the only one to experience this. Neurodivergent people often have trouble communicating. Children still have a lot they don't know. Some people grew up incredibly sheltered. That's not even to mention people getting into a niche or study and being brand new, just learning. Everyone starts somewhere and no one begins as an expert in anything. And the world is big and there's so much to know in so little time.
Why do we assume people are playing dumb or ignorant on less consequential things just to be a jerk?
Assuming people are malicious because they're ignorant or even stupid hurts people who mean no harm. And it sucks.
Onto Grey.
I'll make this example a little less personal.
The American education system sucks, and most people never get comprehensive sex ed. Many states have laws limiting the education to "abstinence only". This results in many people not knowing how the reproductive system works.
This, therefore, results in our government full of old cishet white men to not know what the fuck they're talking about while trying to limit "women's" healthcare. People have died because of their idiocy. Doctors are scared to abort babies that won't survive birth, and make the mother wait until they are literally dying to help them. People have given stillbirths at home because doctors refused to help for fear of legal recourse. A woman was fucking arrested because she had a stillbirth at home because they refused to abort the dying fetus.
That incompetence and stupidity and the stubborn refusal to be educated costs actual lives.
Both Hanlon and Grey work for transphobia too.
Like, you should always initially apply Hanlon's Razor if you get misgendered. Maybe the person didn't know. Maybe it's new to them and they're still learning. Maybe they just need to unlearn the habit of how they've thought of you. It's a process and people make mistakes. It may hurt, but it's not automatically malicious.
However, where Grey's Law comes in is there can be people who say they love you, genuinely think they mean it, try to give you the world, but refuse to respect you as you are. They don't put effort into changing for you. And it's not malicious, clearly. They don't hate you, probably want what's best for you and think they know what that is. But with the amount of harm that attitude causes, can it be distinguishable from malice? I don't really think so.
I just wish people thought about that more. Me included.
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queen-of-meows · 2 years
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Unconventional Writer Ask
Thank you @iamanartichoke and @bushs-world
I'm going to answer to some of the questions on this post.
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How long have you been writing fanfiction?
The first big project I wrote down was some sort of an Alice in Wonderland (2010) prequel/AU centered around an OC called Christabella. The story itself was mostly worldbuilding expending on canon. Even 12 years later I am still quite happy with it. And I've been on AO3 since 2017.
What is your favorite kind of character interaction to write?
I like when characters play mental games and play "I know they know I know" kind of stuff. It's both exciting to write and a fun way to tease my readers.
Do you have a hyper-specific genre?
Actually, yes ! I love writing stories that involve some sort of distortion of reality, paradoxes and timey wimey stuff.
Fanfiction wise, my favourite thing is to explore the universe and play with the cracks and limits of the worldbuilding to add my own ideas. Also, I love adding OCs ^^.
And of course good old hurt/comfort fics about my blorbo of the moment.
Share a joke or funny moment that you’ve written that still makes you laugh.
I am not very good at writing jokes, but sometimes i get a bit carried away, so now my young Ravonna Variant has a pet mochicat. A mochicat is not really a cat, it's a sub specie of blob that looks vaguely cat shaped, like a sea rabbit is actaully a slug shaped like a rabbit. When she put it in her pocket it was mochi sized but it can grow really big.
I hope Michael Waldron would be proud of Rebecca and her voluminous mochicat.
Best editing tip?
You really don't want edit tips from me ^^. Just look at that ugly post !
What drives you to write?
I think I write what I need to read.
Where do you draw inspiration?
Mostly from my personal life, my long time obsessions and the great conversations I have with my friends on this website.
What is your immediate reaction when you receive a new comment on a fic?
Usually I check my mailbox every hour for a few days after I've updated, waiting for my friends to drop nice things.
What is your biggest challenge in writing?
I am a very slow writer, even more since I started this job. It's an inconveniance when my current projects are pretty big and ambitious.
1-2 sentence preview from your current WIP?? (Only if you are willing.)
If Loki was disappointed, he didn't show it. Instead he also drew back, giving her more personal space.
"I can't tell you how to think, or which path to follow" he said "the details are up to you. Maybe we'll end up on opposite sides when the final battle ingnite the whole reality, but no matter what, I want you to know that you'll never lose the respect Mobius and I have for you. My only wish is that you'll be on the side of the merciful, because I strongly believe goodness and light always win against darkness."
Ravonna smirked.
"How optimistic. And how can you be sure what side is the side of good ?"
"Pretty simple actually" Loki replied. "It's the side treat each individual person like they are their own universe."
Heart Asks Pleasure First, chapter 6
What scene or story are you the most proud of ?
I am very proud of The Resurrection of Lungbarrow. It was my first long fic, 81 k words, and I'm proud I managed to finish it. I'm currently working on the sequel.
Please link your profile so we can admire your works !
Sure ! Click the cat.
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iamnotmereally · 2 years
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I love my mutuals
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veilchenjaeger · 2 years
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back at you: MINGLING
MINGLING!!!!!! (for this)
I love them, I adore them, I have a playlist for them, I want 200k word epics written about them (and I count making you ship Mingling (apparently!) amongst my greatest achievements).
1. What made you ship it?
Initially, the fact that Mingling is the only MXTX F/F ship I've encountered that has legitimate canonical tension. (I just want MXTX to write a baihe so badly.) I was sorely disappointed that their fight wasn't described in the novel, so my lesbian heart fucking soared when Sha Hualing ended up ripping off Liu Mingyan's veil and had a visceral reaction to how fucking hot she is. Excellent vibes. What a homoerotic scene.
Still, my Mingling love lay dormant for a while, until I ended up analysing Sha Hualing's character for some reason and went, "...wait. She's pretty complex and I really think falling for Liu Mingyan would challenge her in a constructive way." Around the same time, I saw a post on Twitter (sadly now lost due to the fact that I didn't bookmark it) pointing out that the "righteous cultivator defiled by a demon" vibes of Resentment of Chunshan really do go very well with Mingling. That took care of the Liu Mingyan side of things and now I'm a Mingling truther.
2. What are your favourite things about the ship?
I am extremely into ships where the characters challenge each other and make each other grow, and I see a lot of potential for that in Mingling. Sha Hualing imo has a pretty weird attitude to attraction and love that is very tied to her ambition, and Liu Mingyan (the righteous and not unusually powerful human cultivator) might challenge that. On the other hand, Liu Mingyan writes a lot about demon sex but is also stuck in the role of the perfect saintlike innocent girl, and Sha Hualing as her ambitious, confident, sexualised opposite might inspire her. They could fix each other. It's just so soothing to have a ship like this where the characters are women, too.
Also, the more I think about it, the more I am stunned by the amount of Mingling vibes I get from canon?? The scene where they're described as natural opposites destined to face each other! Their Wangxian vibes! Resentment of Chunshan! The fact that Sha Hualing is the only one who has canonically seen Liu Mingyan's face! Mingling canon
3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?
I have an endless supply of unpopular opinions about everything, but I'll pick one. (Although "unpopular" is relative when it comes to Mingling bc it's just not a ship that gets a lot of attention. I'll consider the things "popular" that I personally see the most, so I might be biased.)
I see a lot of Mingling where Sha Hualing pursues Liu Mingyan and is aware of and confident in her attraction to her, and I enjoy that a lot, but... I think it would be funnier if Liu Mingyan developed her crush way before Sha Hualing ever thought about Liu Mingyan twice. Think about it! Sha Hualing played an actual memorable role in Liu Mingyan's life, while Liu Mingyan is just a random disciple who lost to Sha Hualing once, completely forgettable when compared to Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe, who ruined her Cang Qiong Mountain expedition. My favourite Mingling vibe is "Liu Mingyan had her sexual awakening during her fight with Sha Hualing and has since thought of her as something between 'the evil seductive vixen whose charms I have to withstand/who I am NOT INTO AT ALL I SWEAR' and 'hhggnghgh hot demon'" + "Sha Hualing had no strong feelings towards Liu Mingyan except for a vague bitterness regarding anything Cang Qiong Mountain-related, until she kidnapped her and found out she's A) frustratingly cool B) extremely attractive". They'd both need some time to come to terms with their attraction to each other, and Sha Hualing might catch up even if Liu Mingyan did get a head start, but the point is that I think Liu Mingyan is WAY hornier for Sha Hualing than vice versa for a pretty long time.
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