Wip sometime!
I've been tagged in a few wip days but most recently tagged by @adelaidedrubman, @ishwaris, @strafethesesinners and @natesofrellis ty <333
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I have not been writing a ton atm, doing all the october prompts wiped me out but I have some small things to share!!
Very small sneak peak at a Charmeine third bday fic that's in the works bc it's comin up soon 🥺💕
John had been counting down the minutes, unable to sleep due to his excitement. It was ten minutes to midnight, ten minutes until Charmeine's third birthday. The toddler was tucked in between Dean and himself, currently curled against Dean with one of her small hands clutching onto a handful of his hair. John gently petted her head, her light brown hair soft as silk under his palm. He could barely believe it had been three years, it still felt like they brought her home for the first time a week ago.
Well, she was much bigger than she was then, he remembers when he was able to tuck her small body against him with one arm. Not that he held her like that often, she'd been a wriggly one since she took her first breath and two arms were always advised when carrying her. Not everyone took that advisery under consideration, Jacob had constantly given John grey hairs with how haphazardly he carried his niece.
More of the single dad au, this time with a fun lil conversation about mortuary work bc I was watching a lot of playthroughs of the mortuarys assistant
Caleb laughs as Dean flops down on the couch, stretching out and resting his back over Caleb's legs. He lets out a dramatic sigh of content as he gets comfortable, Caleb trying to hold back his giggling as he bats at his dad's side.
"Is it just me or did the couch get bumpier?" Dean asks, eyebrows pulled tight together as he shimmies in place. Caleb rolls his eyes as Dean grins, playfully nudging Caleb's stomach with his elbow.
"Dad!" Caleb groans half heartedly, the grin on his face giving him away as he swats Dean's arm away. Dean chuckles and rests his arms down, opening his mouth to say something when the sound of quick footsteps interrupts. Charmeine jumps up and bodyslams on top of him before he can get a word out; earning a loud burst of laughter from Caleb.
"Oomf—hello sweetie," Dean coughs as Charmeine clambers up on him, sitting on his stomach and holding her hands up. Dean lifts his hands up and allows Charmeine to play a one sided game of paddy cake as she beams down at him.
"Daddy, do you want to hear what I learned today?"
"Of course I do angel, what did you learn?"
"Annie's daddy makes dead people pretty for funerals," Charmeine relays, continuing slapping Dean's hands and clapping along to a tune in her head. Caleb makes a sound akin to a scoff as both he and Dean look at her with their mouths fallen open in shock.
"Oh... Delightful!" Dean says after a moment of silence, glancing at Caleb who just shakes his head in disbelief.
"She says she gets to put makeup on them." Charmeine adds and Caleb repeats the sound he made before much less subtly.
"Is that allowed?" He asks, looking down at Dean who squints up at the ceiling in thought, before pursing his lips and shrugging gently.
And as always I have art wips coming out the wazoo, have a sneak peak at the 3 most recent ones <3
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so this is just a little thought that I've been discussing with some friends on discord that I just feel the need to put to actual words instead of my incomprehensible screaming that my brain's been doing.
Said thought pertains to the exchange during the interrupted first date. You know, the little "guess you can never have too much closet space" "ain't that the truth. Right, Evan?" after Buck panicked and sent himself careening right back into the closet and absolutely dragged Tommy along with him.
Let me make this clear, as I apparently have to do on all of my 911 posts: do not take this as me bashing on a character. I adore all of the characters mentioned in this post.
First: no, Tommy shouldn't have said that. If Eddie was even slightly less oblivious? That comment would've been enough to out Buck. That wasn't fair. Was it a good, snippy, dry-wit comeback to something that made him uncomfortable? Yes. But it wasn't fair. None of that situation was.
Second: Buck shouldn't have spoken for himself AND Tommy. I understand he was panicking. That first date was a damn good representation of a first date after you've started discovering you're probably not as straight as you always thought. But to go out with someone who is so clearly comfortable in his skin now and then immediately shut that closet door right back on them? Yeah, that was kind of a low blow, too. You could see Tommy shut right back down as he picked up his beer before he made his comment. You just know that Buck's panic-response of "hot chicks!" just reminded him of Sal DeLuca and how he always felt when he was trying to figure himself out only for his best friend and work partner to be one of the ones making the shitty ass gay jokes in a very negative light.
Neither of them were in the wrong for how they reacted to a stressful situation that scared them or made them uncomfortable. But neither of them were right either.
And I appreciate that Tommy drew the line in the sand that he did and waited until Buck reached out. I appreciate that there was actual communication there once they both weren't feeling raw and stupid about it all - because Buck has never had a relationship with open communication. So the fact that all of that awkwardness gave way to someone trying to meet him halfway, to being willing to explain his side of it and accept that Buck had panicked and was sorry for that behavior turning out the way it did? It's so important.
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Question to a fanfic writer: do you think that, in Marcille’s research ways *And* her love for romance novels… would result in her writing some in-universe fanfics of her own? Like, maybe she hypes herself up on something and get disappointed, or maybe she finds some character decision isn’t as ideal as she thinks it could be? Or it’s as simple as she wants to play around with the characters and see what happens?
I can’t help but imagine a scenario where she’s struggling with some romantic trouble irl and she’s struggling with deciding on what to do, but then the answer slaps itself upside her head when she rediscovers her fanfics and how she LITERALLY made a character or two do the exact romantic decision she needs to do? It would so silly but yet I can’t help but find it so charming. Hell, just the imagery of her writing romance fanfics of her own At All is just… delightful to me hehehe.
you know I've been rotating this in my head since I saw it this morning and. I went through a wild journey of opinions before I realized... Marcille wouldn't think about fanfiction like we think about it. In the modern age, yeah, she'd be a complete tumblrina -- but we're talking about a 17th century-ish fantasy setting.
Writing before the digital age was a physical commitment to investing ink and paper into your thoughts -- and this is even before mass production can make pens and notebooks kind of whatever to buy and use on a regular basis. I'm sure the situation wasn't dire, but I really can't see Marcille, perfect honor student, using her allotted supply of stationery at the academy on super frivolous things.
Fanfiction has been normalized incredibly fast in the past few decades. Think about now normal and popular D&D is nowadays compared to how much people looked down on it 20-30 years ago. Fanfiction was a freakass nerd thing to do until relatively recent history, something that was even considered offensive to the original creators.
Remember, we've already seen Marcille react to adaptations with disgust. She's kind of a hater and an elitist fan. She also considers herself a Reputable Academic. In a setting where a digitized culture hasn't reframed fanfiction as an act of appreciation and creativity, she would absoluuuuuuuutely think that fanfiction was complete loser shit.
If she did write anything about her favourite books... She'd. She'd be one of those assholes who writes huge scathing reviews of Dal Clan translations into Common. She'd be the fantasy equivalent of those Weebs/Japanese elitists on twitter tearing through every single localization choice in anime and JRPGs and being so so annoying about it.
If we're being charitable, we could say she'd be able to appreciate non-faithful translation choices that still do a good job of carrying over the original spirit of what was said. But I think we also have to acknowledge the possibility that, at her worst, she'd really really be like those guys who were malding about the Unicorn Overlord localizations so hard the (correction: Final Fantasy Tactics Creator, not the Unicorn Overlord devs) had to step forward and ratio them. (The silver lining is that she'd never get published in the arts review newspapers/journals that she submits her essays to. those poor editors just have to deal with her being persistent.)
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