#ambivalent writes

[an-ambivalent]

Yandere! Miguel x Fem! Reader

Warnings: As this is yandere fiction, this deals with behaviours  that can be uncomfortable to read. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fictional, I do not condone this behaviour irl. THIS WORK HAS SPECIFIC WARNINGS OF: noncon and menstruation oral sex. IF AFTER READING THIS DISCLAIMER, YOU CHOOSE TO CLICK the ‘read more/keep reading’ you are consenting to read this at your discretion.

I hate myself for writing this so whatever.

Yandere! Miguel, who's spider instincts activate when you're menstruating and he loves to eat you out.

He starts of so gentle - he tenderly massages your thighs, and puts them over his shoulder. Then, he leaves a trial of soft kisses, and gentle nips on your inner thighs before inevitably, he's right in front of your heat. It feels vile because your aversed by the smell yourself, and just want to rest. Its painful, and you're cramping. The painkillers are making your head fuzzy and you're drowsy - you just want to sleep. But Miguel won't let you. Not when its his time to feast.

Sure, there is a smell, but his spider finds it delightful. You might be against it, but his spider loves it. Yearns for it every month, and needs his share of it.

He licks the single trail of blood dripping down your thigh, before following it to your outter lips. There's no time to focus on how only his warm breath is enough to cause goosebumps to arise at the back of your neck because the sensory receptors being kissed on your outter lips shoots chills through your nerves, and up to your spine.

Your back arches, and a loud moan leaves your lips as Miguel swipes his tongue at that perfect spot just beneath the skin of your inner lips. The pain from cramps feels worse, but there's also a start of pleasure. Your breath hitches, and one of your hands combs through his hairlocks, before clutching them tightly, and the other clutching the sheets beneath you.

"M-Miguel, plea, please s-stop. Its going to be too, ah, too p-painful." You beg. Miguel simply ignores you and continues his passionate makeout session with your lower region. His licks go deeper, more frantic, more depraved. Like he was a starved beast who was finally given a meal. Then, as the pleasure pressure built up, it collapsed. You exhale a drowsy sigh in bliss, actually feeling better temporarily. But that bliss subsides into anxiety, because you know from precious experiences that this isn't where it ends. It always ends in pain.

Miguel shamelessly laps at your mixed release of cum and blood. Now that you had released once, and were more relaxed physically, it was easier to go deeper.

With as much strength as you could muster in your weak and exhausted state, you pulled on his hair with all of your strength and shook your head.

"Miguel, please. Please, I'm begging you, let's stop here. I feel better now, anything more will hurt. Please, let's stop here for today, you know my first days are the worst. We'll do whatever you want tomorrow, I promise. I can take it better tomorrow. Please, just ignore your spider today and think about me for once-"

"Mi amor I always think about you. But you know, this is the only thing I ask for. I know it hurts for you, but now is the best time for me. You can take it, you're a strong chica, I know you can. I promise I'll try to be as gentle as possible," He whispered softly, and kissed your right inner thigh reassuringly. Then, he nipped one of your outter lips playfully with his sharp teeth, you yelped at the sensation. You tried to pull away, but were unable to, because Miguel gripped your thighs firmly.

"Now, try not to move too much, and just relax. It'll be fun for both of us, I promise."

#yandere x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #yandere smut #spiderman x reader #yandere spiderman #miguel x reader #yandere miguel o'hara #ambivalent writes

[salemoleander]

At the end of Iskall's ep he's become fixated on fishing, sees a salmon floating on the water, and then gets a mending book

... and idk why bc that is So Much Less ominous or pointed than half the stuff that's happened, but for some reason that's what made me sure the fishing religion/big salmon stuff is becoming a capital-T Thing. Lore. Plot. Whatever you wanna call it. There's Stories Afoot.

(I don't know how the snail fits into it yet. I'm sure that will become evident in due time)

#genuinely iskalls ep ending isnt more sus than like. any random fishing stream #but for Some Reason him staring at that 'chad' salmon is like. 🤨 you're doing stories arent you #i am totally ambivalent to being wrong! either way i will write fun piscine-possessed fanfiction #but at this point im like oh this isnt just A Bit it's The Bit. Grian's made Multiple skins for this #salem tag #s10 #hc s10

[ceilidho]

that reblog just made me consider.... "just the tip" trope with possessive best friend soap 👀👀. maybe soap and reader are at his place and are a bit tipsy (or mostly reader is) and end up making out and dry humping and soap escalates things 🫣

my god. your brain. your mind.

"Just the tip" is such a John MacTavish trope, I'm sorry. Best friend that you've just started hooking up with, just a little light kissing here and there, something Johnny getting a bit handsy and pawing at your tits. His kisses down your neck always sloppy and messy.

The two of you haven't really hooked up yet; it's mainly been heavy petting and grinding in his lap because Johnny can't help coming in his jeans when the two of you make out. He has a hair trigger and no shame and he's always desperate and whining and so quick to get off because he doesn't have the patience to relax and take it slow.

You've been wondering if maybe this whole thing was a bad idea, maybe it's time to call it off because Johnny's been getting more and more amped every single day, like he can't even focus on anything else except getting his mouth on yours the second he sees you. It's just: *mumbles* "Hi kitty" *immediately ducks his head to kiss you with tongue*

But then the two of you are lying in his bed, both on your sides, kissing until your lips are swollen, and Johnny's like, "Can we just - ah - dinnae have to do anything, kitty, but can I feel it? Jus' wanna...wanna feel it on my cock" and he's already sliding your panties down your thighs, till they're just trapped around your knees and he rolls a bit over you, slotting his cock between your legs. Working himself up and groaning into your neck, cock rubbing against your pussy, slippery and wet, head catching on your opening and he makes no move to pull away.

You've lost the plot too, head empty except for the sound of your name when he whines it. Only protesting a little when the head catches and he pushes in just the slightest bit. "Jus' the tip, kitty," Johnny swears, breathless, rubbing his sweaty forehead into the side of your head. "Promise, 'kay? We dinnae have to - oh fuck - don'....don' have to..."

Promise forgotten when his hips roll into yours again and you clench tight around him and his hand comes down to your hip and pulls you closer, pushing in another couple of inches.

#i almost wrote soap trope but then that pissed me off #dealer's choice on virgin reader im honestly ambivalent #ceil writing #cod mw2 #cod x reader #soap call of duty #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap mw2 #soap cod #soap x you #soap x reader

[glitterslag]

ok this is my last one of these. maybe

#his mattress is on the ground bc he is a floorboy next question #rhombus one is particularly silly i love making fun of his synesthesia #pretty sure the lori pic is from a deleted scene but you can't tell me that wasn't the dynamic of that relationship #also love a cheeky lisa apologist post. womens wrongs etc #always gonna love and support the women of TD S1 and hate marty (affectionate) and feel... ambivalent at best towards nic pizzolatto #like thank you for writing the show but also i probably hate you #starting night country tonight and i'm excited to cement my hatred of him because i just KNOW it'll be brilliant and he's just butthurt #true detective #rust cohle #marty hart

[crashromance]

hitting the lads with the babygirlification beam

#fave thing about the early 2010s grid is how bad everyone wanted jense #seb (whorish) nico (ambivalent) lewis (i could write a whole essay on those tweets alone) #nando (incomprehensible) and mahk webs ('i miss the camaraderie of guys like jb haha') not pictured here but use ur imagination #jenson button #lh44 #nr6 #sv5

[jacksoldsideblog]

can you write something about female fight club then?

I'm standing like an unwanted shadow as Tyler bargains our way into soap based success. I have to hear her say things like:

"Well, a woman's touch helps."

"It just helps to know what the clientele want."

"Of course, the softest soap is what will sell best, who doesn't want soap that makes their hands delicate and gentle?"

All with this slight sarcastic turn, just enough to rustle the secret feminist wiles of the salewoman she's speaking to. To elucidate some sort of sexy danger, acknowledging the song and dance we're in and its artifice all the same.

We usually see them at fight club within a week or two.

I can't blame them. The mystery that is Tyler Durden combined with the chance to see her shirtless has seduced many women into having to cover up black eyes and broken lips. If anyone cared, there would be reports on a massive wave of physical abuse hitting women right now.

But there's not.

Tyler says, "They don't see anything different. To be a woman is to be a punching bag. They don't see any difference. They don't notice the fingerprints are, on average, smaller. They think it's natural. This is why the song and dance works."

The song and dance being, it is morning, and I'm in the kitchen using my reflection in our spoiled glass windows to apply a thin attempt at hiding my cranial bruising to my forehead. It will serve as the obligatory effort on the part of the battered woman to make herself slightly less unseemly and uncomfortable for others to be around, and in exchange, I would only lose my job if it was to interact with the public. My job is not to interact with the public. I do the due diligence of showing submission to the everpresent assumption I am for male consumption, I am not fired on the spot.

It is a song and dance because no one cares about the bruises themselves, only whether they've made me too ugly and complicated to work with. The makeup, which hides the worst of it, serves to show that yes sir, I roll over sir, I know I shouldn't be too annoying about this sort of thing, sir. I have no female colleagues who would bother to ask whether I was considering leaving.

The thing about fight club is, the first and second rules are that you don't talk about fight club. Tyler is very clear on this. However, this is mostly because we don't need to advertise. Any woman who expresses enough concern and anger at her coworker friend family's bruises finds her way here quick. It keeps us focused.

Tyler says, "If we were men, we could walk around with the truth of us bare on our skin. I know this because I do, every night I play the part of the genteel waiter at the Pressman Hotel." Many women had met Tyler at work. Many women had been warned away from the lobster bisque by Tyler. Her guerilla warfare was mostly targeted.

"Instead," Tyler says, "you have to cake yourself in makeup just to keep your jobs. Your bruises are still visible, but you're fired if you have no shame about it. What does that tell you about your place in the world?"

Some women, I know, go deep. Buy up land and live on it in communes. No one cares if your dogsitter or caretaker for the grandmother you never visit has bruises. No one's there to witness it. These invisible jobs, they get snapped up like candy. The women already in it, they teach the others, little post-club instructionals. They escape enough to shed the obligation.

It does not escape any of us that these jobs are less stable, that the options are to play the game or be beholden to gigs.

Hold back your teeth and spit.

I'm finished in the kitchen by the time Martin trundles down the stairs, all waifish and giggly. He sees me, he makes sure to tell me he'll be around again in a few days. We could hit golfballs at the factory while complaining about our dads again.

I don't tell him I want to rip his dick off and shove it down his throat. I do not tell him, he is ruining my life, taking up Tyler's time. I do not tell him, I would rather die than actively share Tyler with you, even on the most platonic level. I would rather use my own sinew to sew your mouth shut just so you couldn't speak to her.

I'm not going to play your stupid games, Martin.

He shrugs.

"Hey," he says. "Are you still going to ovarian cancer?"

No.

"You can have it, you know," he says. "That was the deal. I get bowel cancer, blood parasites, meth recovery, you get ovarian cancer, brain parasites, skin cancer. We share gut parasites. That was the agreement."

Again, I do not tell Martin that last time I went to ovarian cancer, the basement was empty except for Marge, who hugged me close enough that I could see the now unshaved hairs on her chin and told me about a little get together that happens on Saturdays, one that gave her more of a sense of purpose than crying about lost motherhood ever did. Martin might see me follow the rules but he doesn't get to know where I'm breaking them.

"Whatever," he says.

Then my life is significantly better, because Martin has left the house.

Then my life is signficantly better, because Tyler comes down the stairs in her boxer briefs. I stare in a sort of deadeyed way, like I'm trying to pretend it's insomnia that has my eyes glued to her hips.

"My eyes are up here," Tyler says. "You're so hopeless." She says it with immense satisfaction. I know she gets off on seeing me zombified by her instead of society. I get off on it, too.

"Good luck at work today," she says, buttoning up my shirt. Theoretically, I had it unbuttoned to avoid staining it with concealer. Realistically, it's because her fingers brushing against my bare chest make my heart stutter in a way I'd love to die from. Tyler burned my last remaining bra soon after I moved in. The rest had gone up in flames with my condo. No one at work has noticed because they try to avoid looking at me in the first place.

My mouth is wet. I'm a bit wet. I hope Tyler is. She sends me out the door, I'm erroneously hoping the sight of me in my business casual is enough to warrant some sexual exploration before she sleeps til five.

I think about fight club. It is now only three days away, closer by the hour.

Tyler makes me feel like a megalomaniac.

#fight club #asks #my writing #female fight club au #ambivalent on the quality of this. hm #it got long

[waitineedaname]

To Greed's surprise, Mei became more than comfortable with him – she actually started seeking him out. Not just when he happened to be the one piloting Ling’s body, but actively asking for him. She’d call him over to show off a new alkahestry technique she’d learned, knowing he’d gleefully cheer her on, or she’d tug on his sleeve to whisper a joke that matched his sense of humor more than Ling’s during formal meetings, or on the rare occasions when she’d bring them gifts from home, she’d make sure to bring two – one for Ling, and one for him. Despite all that, he was still surprised when she first referred to him as her brother.

I am pushing my "Greed is Mei's favorite brother" agenda, please enjoy

#fma #fmab #greed fma #mei chang #may chang #my writing #they are FAMILY!!! #if ling and greed are like brothers. and ling is mei's brother. then by transitive property greed is her brother too. #I think greed deserves the opportunity to be a big brother to siblings that aren't absolute nightmares #he had four younger siblings but hated at least half of them and was like. ambivalent at best about the other two. #mei gives him a new opportunity to have a little sibling he thinks the world of #because she 1) she is extremely cool and I think he'd enjoy how badass she is #and 2) no one can resist her adorable charm. every adult that meets her wants to adopt her and greed is no different #and mei on the other hand deserves older brothers that will hype her up and stick up for her #considering most of her half siblings were trying to kill her or each other #greed (and ling) are a nice change of pace because they will instead kill For her #not that she needs it. she can handle herself. but it's the thought that counts #anyway enjoy this fic!

[nostalgia-tblr]

...actually it's kind of effed up that the early MCU cared so little about women that Loki has no bio mother (and nobody ever even asks the question). yes, yes, i see the daddy issues, i am very invested in how this specific male character has daddy issues (lying, btw), but like. they literally just forgot mothers exist???

#single-sex jotuns are fandom's attempt to fix this (i think?) #but they also mean none of us ever has to write a woman into the story which i am... more ambivalent about #(some of us may have multiple unfinished fics with his mum in but we appear to be the weirdo outliers on the issue?) #it's okay though frigga's only characteristic is Being Loki's Mum so um... *awkward uncertain thumbs-up gesture* #(i personally think Frigga's the xenophobic parent but i do think that partly out of spite & so she has SOMETHING else to her) #now of course the MCU is VERY pro-woman and would likely fix this by giving him an extra Odin but - LOOK!! - she's a woman Odin! #mcu tag i guess #god forbid a... a what are those things called again? was it wombats? well GOD FORBID A WOMBAT right guys??

[azukilynn]

ambivalence

how do you tell those few people who matter, who actually care, that you do not want to die but that you aren't very keen about living either

how do you iterate this going through the motions: clock-in, clock-out, eat, sleep, lather, rinse, repeat as nothing more than madness, sorrow, rage, silence, this endless, lonely fortitude

how do you sit on a fence without falling to either side, beauty here, decay there, both of them alluring, like the Sirens of Odysseus

how do you tell your best friend that you love her more than anything in this world, for calling you Sweet Sister

how do you straddle a conundrum, do you grip it with your upper thighs, as if it were a bucking horse, untamed, not yet broken, wild

how do you survive

azuki lynn

#poetry #spilled ink #prosetry #writerscreed #twc #stream of consciousness #writing #poem #ambivalence #fortitude #going through the motions #survival #conundrum #duality #struggle #adversity #untamed #azukilynn #poets on tumblr #content creator #original content #spilled soul

[gehtsis]

honestly i wish masters ex made silver and red interact more because when you think about it they have a rather interesting history (even if they never met face to face but shhhhhhh). red is constantly referred to as this "tough champion" by everyone around him but for silver red is basically the cataclysm of his early childhood and for a good reason too.

after red took out team rocket on his own in the rbg/frlg games and giovanni decided that he could really use a permanent vacation in Who Knows Where, silver was basically left without a home. maybe he had one before everything that transpired, but he's certainly not living there anymore.

and while he never saw red himself, i think the word about a certain boy from pallet town taking down an evil mafia on his own would spread like wildfire in the good ol j-o-toh and silver would have a solid grasp on just who knocked his daddy-o down a peg, and how he could become stronger so that he can take a shot at the so-called 'powerful trainer' on his own. and while it IS true that giovanni's defeat would eventually lead to silver understanding that he needs to treat his pokemon with love and respect, but holy shit. silver didn't need to go through all of That at such an age and red certainly didn't need to do a champion's job at the age of 11 and deal with the consequences later. poor kids.

#rival silver #trainer red #i don't think silver would be a big fan of red but i don't see him as completely hating him either. he remains purely ambivalent bout him #red would also feel ambivalent about him but id imagine that he wouldnt be so fine with ruining someone's life (and then sorta fixing them #unintentionally) #some guilt would be there but it wouldn't be much to write home about

[an-ambivalent]

Reunited [Yandere! Miguel O’Hara]

Synopsis: Two souls who have once lost one another, find themselves reunited. It reignites the passion, the love, and the lust. For a moment, the longing and despair disappears and everything becomes okay again. You feel okay again. But like the stars that become supernova, the passion, the lust, and the facade of  love burns up. You realise all too late that your new Miguel is nothing like your old one. 

Warnings: As this is yandere fiction, this deals with behaviours  that can be uncomfortable and triggering to read. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fictional, I do not condone this behaviour irl. By clicking the ‘read more/keep reading’ you are consenting to read this at your discretion.

PSA: idk much about the multiverse or marvel  other than whatever is shown in ATSV. So if “interdimensional” stuff isn’t accurate, well, idrc.  Also, not really proof read. We die like men -  Happy reading!

It was a momentary glimpse through the an interdimensional portal when each person saw the other again. Like a typical day, you had saved your city from whatever disaster was happening once more. In the beginning, your heart was embedded in the work you did as a superhero; the thrill of chases and extraordinary powers were exhilarating, and the praise and feelings of accomplishing good things of saving people inspired you to keep doing what you were. But out of all the people you saved, there was one couldn’t - your fiancé, Miguel O'Hara. 

The agony of losing your closest person had been unbearable. The absence of his presence, reminiscing in your memories with him in everything: your shared home, his clothes, the lack of affection you now found yourself with - everything, it all continued to tighten that knot in your chest. And no matter how much time passed, you weren’t healing. You could not accept the reality. The grief felt like it was continuously swallowing you whole until there was going to be nothing left, until you were going to be nothing but a shell of your former self. And just before you were about to lose all hope, there was a small disturbance in the fabric of space near you, until it had morphed into an portal that showed you another place. There you saw him: your Miguel, who looked just as dead in the eyes, and a hollow shell like you, like he had gone through the same grief you had. 

But life is cruel because just before either of you could call out to the other, the portal had closed in an instant. You had been ripped away from his grasp for the second time, and Miguel was not going to have that. 

It wasn’t difficult for him to track you down. After all, he had access to the multiverses. He had already checked multiple versions of Earth where you had never existed in the first place. In the others that you had, you met the same tragic fate that his own [Name] had. So to find an you, who was perfectly safe and alive, and definitely an anomaly, he was going to have you. For the sake of multiverse, the best decision was to take you from your dimension, and keep you beside him, isolated from the world, so you were safe and he could maintain monitoring of your influence on the multiverse. 

Much to his pleasure, Miguel did not even have to try to get you to fall for him. You had lost a version of him, and were yearning and desperate for him just like how he was yearning and desperate for you. Immediately, both of you felt like you were restarting your relationship where it had been left off: the deep kisses and clutching onto each other until your nails dug in each other’s skin; gentle whispers of ‘I missed you’ and ‘I love you so much’ hushed over and over again in between the lip locking when oxygen was desperately needed and clothes would start to come off. 

But eventually, the reunion perceived through the rose tinted glasses came off and you finally noticed how you were never able to leave the place Miguel and you lived in. You hadn’t met anyone else, you only ever saw Miguel. You rationalised to yourself that he was just being protective and cautious of your safety because he had lost you; you may have been the same way if you hadn’t known that the current Miguel had his own powers and was capable of looking after himself. So, you just had to let him know that you also had powers and could look after yourself. Surely then, you would have your freedom? 

It was during the dark hours when you were once again engaged in intimacy with Miguel. Your room was dimply lit and you were both half bare. You withered on the cool bedsheets beneath you as Miguel gently nipped and sucked on that  perfect spot between the back of your ear and neck, toes curling, fingers pulling on his messed up hair, and breathy and sensual gasps leaving your lips. 

“Can we, ah, p-please talk?” You whispered, while you shifted one hand to naked chest, and half heartedly tried to push him to create some distance. 

“There’s nothing to say right now, mi amor. There’s only our love right now,” He responded easily, and went to kiss you on your lips. But, you moved your head away, and this time, pushed him away firmly to create the distance you wanted. You prepped yourself mentally to bring up your concerns, and in doing so, failed to noticed the frown that Miguel now wore due to your rejection. 

“I just want to reassure you that nothing is going to happen to me, just like I know you’ll be safe too because you’re Spiderman.” You said softly, and affectionately swept his hair back with your fingers. Miguel grabbed and kissed the palm of your other hand, while raising an eyebrow. 

“I know nothing is going to happen to you, not again. I’m going to keep you safe. If anyone tries to hurt you, I will kill them.” He stated plainly. Then, he leaned down to kiss you once more, but you moved your head again so he kissed your cheek instead. 

His words had made your stomach churn, but nonetheless, you tried to remain optimistic. You smiled at him weakly. “No I meant that unlike my first Miguel, you have powers, so I know you are capable and strong. And unlike your original [Name], I have powers so you don’t need to worry-” 

“I am not going to worry. It doesn’t matter that you powers, you’re not going to go anywhere else. You will remain here, where I know where you are all the time.” He said, and your eyes widened in surprise. Just when he was about to try to kiss you for the third time, feeling like he was near the end of his wits, you started to use your strength to pull away. 

“What do you mean I’m going to remain here?! You’re not the boss of me! Let me go!” You shrieked. 

Miguel growled in displeasure. “Stop your idiocy before I make you regret it.” He hissed, and his claws dug into your skin, and drew blood as a warning. Although it hurt, it wasn’t painful as his words were. He had threatened you. The Miguel you knew would have never threatened you. 

“Make me regret it?! Who the hell do you think you are?! You’re not my Miguel.” You responded indignantly. As you tried to pull away once again, Miguel didn’t let you. Instead, his grip tightened to the point where you finally cried out in pain. 

The sclera of his eyes was starting to red and he leaned down just inches away from your face, baring his fangs threateningly at you. 

“I was never your Miguel and you were never my [Name]. But we’re all that’s left of each other, and I’d damn the whole world before I lose you again. I’ll show you exactly the Miguel I am. And I’ll continue to show you who I am, until you finally understand that you now belong to me.” 

#yandere x reader #miguel x reader #yandere atsv #yandere miguel o'hara #spiderverse x reader #yandere miguel #ambivalent writes #yandere spiderman

[ambivalent-writes]

I’m just wondering why u ended the reincarnated book?

Because I don't have anything else to add to it (well I did think of a third part but its been too much of a slow process so idk if I'll actually write it at any point).

Just for reference if you're wondering why its been a slow process - I'm a full time postgrad student with two jobs, and too much on my plate right now ^^" (these clinical psychology graduate school applications are KILLING me) so I literally have no time right now and my sanity is hanging on by a single thread lol.

#ambivalent writes #but you know what? if miguel wants to come to this dimesnion to ravish me rn im so open to it bc it would relieve ALL my stress LMAO

[rawliverandgoronspice]

I think what bugs me with TotK's Ganondorf, beyond the uhhh everything here and here, is that... This version, the reintroduction of this character after 17 years of patient conversations, tries so super hard to kill any ambiguity he once possessed? I have come across many posts here, on youtube and elsewhere that focus on, just, settling down the flicker of doubt and complexity that could have been extracted as: no, he was just an evil prick all along without any depth and layers, and those who saw anything more were both wrong and manipulated.

(which could have been absolutely great if the gerudos' perspective had been centered as his first victims and how exactly that played out for them tbh --but here it just feels... I don't know, patronizing, a little bit? It's not like people hallucinated these elements, they were present in the text and resonated with people in a way that wasn't cynical at the time)

Again: obviously the fandom will do something cool with ambiguity regardless, but... I don't know, I want the media I consume to be interesting and layered also? I'm not saying TotK should not have him be evil (I think it's good that he is, I was dreading the redemption arc personally), but just... maintain the doubt? keep the conversation going? especially since it kind of condemns any further apparitions as a variation on this one-note interpretation of the character (which I think will get stale pretty fast), and also retroactively tries to reinterpret his previous iterations in the same breath. I think it's partially why I'm a little hostile to this version, even beyond its role in the narrative: Zelda is great when it reinvents its characters, but I'm not fond of sweeping statements that try to simplify the entire canon of the series for the benefit of the hylian heroes and their absolutely undisputable moral purity (and everything it implies).

I don't know, I think I'm just a little sad for what could have been.

#thoughts #totk #totk critical #totk spoilers #ganondorf #zelda meta #me grumbling #(AGAIN I know I'm sorry :((( ) #I think the combo of gleeful flattening + extreme sexualization makes me go a little gngngn as well #(not that I blame anyone far from me the thought it's just... the combo of the two) #it's not a big deal at the end of the day #but I waited the whole 17 years like manually #I was but a wee teenager the last time I saw this guy #and... I don't know I don't think future zelda content wins from taking that decision? #+ writing all over past interpretations feels a little :/ to me as well #totk kind of wants to have its cake and eat it too in that regard #(again I don't count all the conversations on imperialism as ambivalence or nuance as they are not textual imo) #(like if you watch the cutscenes it's just... not that ambitious storywise)

[occidentaltourist]

Before Gentleman Jack: Emma Donoghue on Anne Lister and Eliza Raine

Bestselling author Emma Donoghue introduces Anne Lister (now often known as Gentleman Jack) and Eliza Raine, the real women behind her latest novel, Learned By Heart.

Who was Eliza Raine, and what was her relationship with Anne?

I wish Anne Lister’s first lover was just as famous as her, but Eliza Raine (1791-1860), shamefully mistreated during her long life, has been ignored ever since she died in obscurity. This fascinating woman – orphan heiress of an English East India Company doctor and his Indian ‘country wife’ – deserves attention not just for her beauty, her importance to Lister and her vivid letters, but for her outsider perspective on Regency England. Banished to the so-called motherland to be ‘Englished’ at six, with a sister she never got on with, Eliza Raine must have witnessed society from a uniquely critical perspective, and so I found it was her untold story that ended up as the centre of Learned by Heart.

Is Gentleman Jack based on a true story?

Yes, the two seasons of Sally Wainwright’s BBC/HBO series Gentleman Jack (2019-22) are not only gripping, big-budget period drama, but they’re based on archival documents. Wainwright somehow managed to craft the dramatic arcs of each episode from the daily minutiae of Lister’s five-million-word secret diary. I can’t think of another example of TV adaptation actually contributing to an archive in a virtuous feedback loop: Wainwright not only used a screenwriting award to fund scans of the massive diary, but the fandom spawned by her show helped inspire hundreds to sign up as Code Breakers (aka Lister Sisters) and do the comma-by-comma work of transcribing it. A smaller group of the Code Breakers also made it possible for me to write Learned by Heart, by transcribing and making sense of about a hundred letters between, by or about Lister and Raine.

#learned by heart #emma donoghue #eliza raine #anne lister #gentleman jack #sally wainwright #i'm going to read this even though it's going to break my heart #and i feel more ambivalent about anne lister the more i learn about her #but writers of this caliber bringing her to life for us and shining a light on the life of a woman like eliza raine #a 'lady of colour' as she once called herself #whose life story is devastatingly tragic #also so interesting about the show's halo effect and how it led to emma being able to write her book

[redshoes-blues]

Do you understand how impeccable the writing has to be for me to go feral over a canon m/f pairing??? Like it’s one thing for me to occasionally ship a m/f pairing that are never canon who I enjoy the potential unexplored dynamic for, but it’s so rare that I actually like canon m/f pairings, it’s basically the highest praise a writer can receive from me if I’m losing it over one

#I have a little theory that the reason why canon m/f ship dynamics in mainstream media are so lame is because they don’t have to try #to convince people of the couple being perfect together. they’ll just say Man? Woman? meant to be #like in the vast majority of canon mcu relationships where they’re just kinda…there??? #so I’m usually ambivalent at best to canon m/f pairings because they’re just pretty bland and not as angsty as fanon ships (of any type) #so for me to be going crazy clawing at my skin and screaming over m/f couples that’s when you know the writing fucking slaps #this is about dark disciple and asajj ventress/quinlan vos. by the way #fandom stuff #ships #quintress #vostress #tenrose #ninerose #jancy

[thefrogdalorian]

Just sat and wrote a spicy Din x F!Reader oneshot which came to me in some kind of fugue state after dark this evening (5k words in one sitting!!) and this was me the entire time...

Really admire anyone who can write smut often, because this urge hits me like a bolt of lightning once every 1-2 months so I had to strike while the iron was hot, so to speak!

Anyway, helping @decembermidnight edit her TBB Hunter x Reader filth this week (check it out, it's amazing!) awakened something in me, I guess?!

So a spicy Din oneshot is maaaaaaaaybe coming from me tomorrow evening?!?!

(Depending on how much editing it needs when I reread it after I have slept, drank water and looked myself in the mirror...)

#writing #a plot twist for me #also i know people are not always you know... 🥵 ... when writing smut but i feel so ambivalent about it #as im writing im like ooooooh people enjoy this irl? not just as a daydream every now and then? AHAHAHA #also bodies are so weird #like imagining where they are u know #anyway GO TO SLEEP SPUD!! (i will) #bye