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Do-Over-December 20th. Role Reversal. "On The Other Side Of The Knife." Billy Loomis X FEM! AFAB! Reader. "

Now this is a real special one, topping a slasher is always so fucking fun! I need to write it more often, honestly, especially when it comes to Billy Loomis. He is such a slut and I love making him eat it so this is that. Enjoy as we come up on the last stretch of Kinky December.

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Rating, Explicit. Length. 2.1K. (Old Length. 2K.) Warnings. Praise. Role Play. General Ghostface Fuckery. Knife Play. Blood Play. Rope Play. Sub/Dom Dynamics. Hair Pulling. Mentions Of Poly!Ghostface. Voyeurism. Restrained Billy. Submissive Billy. Dom Reader. Face Sitting. Cunnilingus. Dirty Talk. Teasing. Lingerie.

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It had started off as a joke. Isn’t that how most of these discoveries go?

It’s all fun and games, laugh, laugh, joke, joke and then whoops turns out someone IS into that and just like that, a new kink is discovered.

Still, when it happens to Billy, it is a shock for the both of you. But we are a little ahead of ourselves here.

It had been a great night. A solo-session with the two of you, Stu indisposed for the evening, you loved being with both of them but getting to have Billy all to yourself on occasion was such a treat. You knew that he felt similarly, he loved Stu just as much and sharing you between the two of them was never an issue, it was a damn good time. Having you pinned in the middle was quite the sight to behold, writhing and the way you sounded? Oh my God, forget about that, it was perfection.

But this wasn’t about the to be perfectly honest, wonderful times the three of you had. This was about you and him, and it went very well. A phone call, a chase, you were captured, trussed up, teased, taunted and taken. You were left pleasantly sore, skin slick with sweat, thoroughly satisfied, a little bloody in addition to his cum slowly leaking out of you.

While on your back as he was untying you, pulling the ropes away and tracing the indents that they left in your skin. He was rubbing over the skin soothingly, he had long since ditched the costume, looking down at you affectionately, “You did so good tonight.”

He praised you as one of his hands rubbed over your thigh as he unwrapped the ropes from around your ankle and threw them aside. You were rubbing one of your wrists as you responded, “You weren’t so bad yourself.”

A laugh from him before firing back with a roll of his eyes,“Oof what high praise, baby.”

His hand ran up your leg, he reached out and picked up the knife that was lying on the sheets next to you, he started to crawl over you, knife brandished and held out, “I think you should say something a little nicer to me.”

You smirked up at him and, feeling bold, you decided to challenge him, “Oh, should I now?”

“Mmm.” He hummed as the flat of the blade started to come down to your chest, and you got a very interesting idea.

You reached up, hand coming to the back of Billy’s neck, and you pulled him down, leaning up to kiss him. He melted into it when your lips met, returning it easily, and you slowly took action. Your hand sliding up from his neck and into his hair and nails scratching over his scalp lightly, the soft groan he let out against your mouth was all the signal you needed, your other hand moved quickly and grabbed the knife from his hand. Your fingers threaded into his hair and tugged hard, you broke the kiss and the knife was held to his throat, you were about to tell some dumb joke and continue the banter and teasing-but his reaction made you stop.

The way his eyes flew back open, the slight gasp, how he tensed and that look in his eyes as he stared down at you. Unsure, slight fear, arousal, a look you were sure he had seen painted on your face the first time you two did this when he was the one holding the knife.

“Oh? I think he likes it.” You taunt, you hear him swallow audibly before he responds, “What? Me?”

He tried to say it in that classic and oh so confident way of his, but he couldn’t pull it off this time. Couldn’t hide the shake in his voice, obviously thrown off, or the slight flush on his face.

You decided to experiment a bit further. You tugged again on his hair as you held the knife a little closer to him and his breath caught in his throat, he swallowed thickly again, his tongue darts out to wet his lips nervously, and you couldn’t help the grin that broke out on your face.

Fuck.

Yep, no doubt about it. He liked it. He couldn’t hide it from you.

You eased off shortly after that and did the appropriate thing. You talked about it.

He did like it a lot. And he decided he wanted to try it out, being the victim for once. You could tell he was a little nervous, he wasn’t one to typically give up control, but he trusted you, and he certainly couldn’t ignore how shockingly good it felt when you took that bit of control from him. I mean, really, who could blame him for being curious.

A plan was made, a date set and another night where it was going to be just you and him. Having both you and Stu ganging up on him was a tad too much to handle for his first go with this. You agreed, and besides, you wanted to do this to him on your own.

It was just so fucking good.

The fact he was being this open with you, so vulnerable and trusting was amazing on its own but seeing him like this was the best part. He had given you a lot of free rein with the planning, you knew him well and would figure out his limits together. You had a safe word and signals, and you felt confident. You kind of decided to go all in.

It started as any good role play like this should, with a phone call.

He was waiting for you to come by, little did he know you were already there. Watching him through the window, as you talked to him, the conversation started easily and slowly, claiming to be a wrong number but bored and looking for someone ‘fun’ to talk to. You watched him as he looked around, trying to find where you were before you could strike, it WAS fun watching him go around but managing to keep his tone normal and light, he was a good actor.

You slipped inside easily.

See, part of the fun was figuring out how you would take him down. You had been on the receiving end many a time, and he was so fucking strong and could hold you down no problem. You wanted to genuinely get the drop on him, make it a bit more real. Not only that, but you had led him into the perfect position. Crouching low behind a corner, having a wire pulled taut between the hallway, phone cradled in your shoulder, he was coming, you totally had him.

“Where the fuck are you?!” He had gotten into the bit, playing along perfectly, and you couldn’t help but smile behind your mask. Wouldn’t he like to know?

You held the wire with one hand and knocked on the wall you were leaning on with the other, he obviously heard it, he came down the hallway quicker to follow the sound and you got him. He tripped, and you were on him in a second, he was sprawled on his back, and you were on top of him, seated on his chest. Your thighs are on either side of him, pinning his arms down with your knees, one hand gripping the collar of his shirt, tugging him up, you leaned down, and the cool plastic mask brushed his cheek as you whispered, “Gotcha.”

You sat up, and took him in, hair dishevelled, expression a fantastic mix of scared and nervous, lightly tinged with arousal.

He looked you over. My God, the sight of you in that costume, knife gripped in your fist, it was all too exciting. You loved seeing him under you, he already looked flustered and you hadn’t even done anything… Yet.

“Now that I have you-” Dragging the back of the knife over the side of his face slowly, he squirmed under you,“-what to do with you?”

His gaze broke from the hollow eyes of the mask, face flushed. Looking away and being quiet, that wouldn’t do. You threaded gloved fingers in his hair and tugged hard. His breath hitched, and you felt him shift under you as you spoke, harshly, in a similar tone that he would use on you.

“Look at me.” He hesitated, and you tugged again, “I said-” You had that knife coming down and holding it to his throat as you finished your sentence,“Look. At. Me.”

He did, eyes snapping up to you, and that look made you want. His lips parted and the way he was breathing, you were practically dripping. You let go of his hair, and you leaned back, the knife still held to his throat, your other hand came behind you and you felt him. He was achingly hard in his jeans and when your hand made contact he fucking whined and arched into the touch and that made between your thighs pulse and made your own breath want to stutter. He looked fucking beautiful.

You wanted so much more of this. “Don’t tell me that you are getting off on this.”

You taunted him, doing your best to play the part, and he responded to your teasing with a strained groan as you manipulated him through his jeans. It felt good to be in control.

“Look at you. Obviously loving it. What a little slut.” He actually groaned again when that last word passed your lips, and that had you so very pleased. He was already struggling to hold it together, you could tell. His eyes were pleading for more, but you couldn’t help but focus on his mouth. You were already terribly worked up yourself and in need of relief, and with him laid out in front of you like this, well you’d be a fool not to take advantage.

You let go of him, and he fucking whimpered, head falling back against the hardwood, hips arching, calling out for more contact, and dear Lord you wanted to hear him do that again too. Instead, you tsk’d and said,“Greedy thing. This is about me right now-”

You stood up on your knees, pinning his arms to the floor with more force, and he winced at the slight pain, one hand running up your leg, gathering the smooth black fabric, starting to pull up the robe of your Ghostface costume,“-but I’ll tell you what.”

You moved that knife and ran the tip of it over his bottom lip, your head tilting to the side, hiking the material up even higher, “You be a good victim for me, and I’ll make sure you get what you deserve.”

The bottom of your robe gathered in one fist, he could now see what you had on underneath, and it wasn’t much. Thigh high stockings, sheer and smooth, lace tops and held up with a garter belt, barely there panties and his eyes went wider at the sight.

One important thing you knew about Billy Loomis is he had a terrible weakness for lingerie of any kind, so combining that previous well-worn love of his with this new and exciting territory you were exploring together was mind-blowing. “I’m going to let you have use of your arms, don’t try anything funny.”

He nodded shakily, enraptured, practically dying to see what you were going to do next. You moved forward, getting into position, the hand holding that knife came down between your thighs, two fingers hooked in the crotch of your panties as you still held the weapon and moved your soaked underwear to the side.

“You talked real big on the phone earlier. So many threats and awful things you said, and yet here you are now, quiet as a mouse.” A light laugh from you when he had no response, he looked wrecked and wanting, eyes fixated on your dripping core. You started to touch yourself in front of him, gloved fingers rubbed your clit in soft circles, you arch into your own touch, fingers slide down through your folds and back up again, you could hear how wet you are.

You spoke again, “How about you apologize properly, hmm? Then we can talk about if you are worthy of a reward.”

Your hand fell away, and you lowered yourself down onto his mouth, and his hands were immediately on your ass, eyes falling closed with a moan of pure satisfaction at the taste of you. With your fingers in his hair again, tugging him in closer to your cunt, a grind as your other hand came back, the tip of that knife dragging leisurely up his chest, he shuddered under you upon feeling the cold metal.

“Now be a good boy and get to work.”

#Billy Loomis x reader #Ghostface x reader #Slasher x reader #Do Over December #BHF writing

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bellafragolina · 2 years

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raihan's our big brother now ^^ //FINALLY FINISHED IT smH

"Hellooo viewers! Another vlog from yours truly," Raihan winked at the camera. "By the time this is up I'd be back at the gym but for today, I'm joined by-"

"THINK FAST, RAI!!"

The RotomPhone was sent into drone mode as it was thrown into the sky, the Galarian scrambled to catch your form which was already off the ground. The camera tilted up and then back down as you were caught by him, an 'oof!' escaping his lips while you grinned at Rotom. He set you down and faced it with an arm slung around your shoulder.

"Today, we're joined by my favorite challenger!" he exclaimed as he gave you a noogie, earning giggles and lighthearted protests from you. You tried to reach for his headband but it was just a bit out of reach, darned shoe inserts… you’ll get it next time. Huffing, you flattened your tousled hair and gave Rotom a peace sign.

“Hey everyone! Guess what we’re doing today?”

The footage cut to the two of you and your teams standing in front of your little campsite.

“We’re out in Hammerlocke Hills! Today’s weather forecast looked great so we decided that a day and night outdoors would do us some good.”

Raihan nodded as he hauled you up onto his shoulders, Rotom following after your screeches as you tried not to fall off of him. The moments you both spent searching around for curry ingredients were captured closely: clips of the two of you laughing and enjoying yourselves with terrible jokes; two of you trying to use your combined heights to get some ripe apples from the trees. There was no doubt that you were close, the many memories you made together accumulating to the point where fans made compilations for them.

Even during the small battles you had with the less-than-friendly ‘mons, he was always caught with his lips turned upward in what seemed to be pride. Pride, like an older brother who saw his younger sibling off to their first day of school. The expression never wavered one bit throughout the time you spent together, each smile brimmed with the emotion. Praise was mandatory after each victory, no matter how miniscule it was. You always flashed a joyful grin in return after, then went off to scour for more discoveries.

When you came back to him with a scratched hand, he fussed over it endlessly, even after you put a bandaid on it. Akin to a mother Dekagoose, he refused to leave your side until it fully healed. He kept asking if it still hurt hours later, especially when you two were cooking curry. You had to reassure him you could hold the ladle without dropping it before he relented. As much as you were grateful that he immensely worried for your wellbeing, it really was getting irritating!

"Raiii-! It's just a surface scratch! I'm gonna get mad if you keep this up, hng!" you pouted as you crossed your arms.

"Man, I got it, I got it! Don't get mad at me, [Nickname], I'll stop," he replied with a feigned sad tone.

But what really displayed the strong connection you two had could not be found in the filmed vlog. It would only appear when the time for putting on appearances ended and privacy finally blankets you, concealing away the ever-observant eyes of the public.

It was probably 1 A.M. when you stepped out of your tent, footsteps light as a feather as you trod on the grass to avoid stirring anybody awake. The moon shined down onto your skin softly, heightening your already sombre mood. A soft sigh escaped your lips into the chilly night, you curled into yourself to conserve some warmth. Just as you were about to brood to yourself, the unzipping of your companion's tent interrupted the would-have-been internalized monologue.

You let out a sharp exhale with mirth, of course he would be awake. The grass crunched as he made his way over, a slightly heavy weight rested over your shoulders when he took his seat. You feel your lips curl up as you huddled closer to the dragon type gym leader, basking in the warmth he emitted. His hand moved to gently ruffle your hair, you do not bat it away this time.

"A Pokédollar for your thoughts, [Name]? No need to divulge if you don't feel like it, I'll just stay out here with ya until you get sleepy."

He felt you lean against his side as you fiddled with your fingers, tapping them against each other and separating them. He waited patiently, noting that the bandaid you put on prior was gone and the scratch had dried up to seal off any unwanted dirt from contaminating it.

"I guess, I'm a bit tired," you started.

Cyan orbs scanned your face, indeed were there some dark circles that rested beneath your eyes. He huffed, his incessant reminders for you to sleep earlier had been dismissed. You chuckled, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

"Sorry, I tried sleeping earlier these days but- I don't know. I say I'm exhausted and despite that, something else weighs heavier to keep my mind awake."

Your Dynamax band that rested on your dominant wrist shined as you tilted it, you stared at the wishing star that sat nestled in the casing. The accessory was a symbol of your strength with your team and some sort of physical metaphor of your dreams.

"I've been perpetually chasing greater power and fame ever since I started my journey, yearning for the attention that came with constantly. That acknowledgement– I am very aware of its impermanence and short term lasting. Yet, nothing could replace it so I just kept on running after it, climbing pedestal after pedestal no matter how much it took out of me," you breathed as you recounted the many battles you've had.

"After coming to Galar, after spending time with all the wonderful people I've met and especially after meeting you… The motors that worked so hard to keep me running finally have a chance to slow down and only now am I really feeling the toll it took on me. You always look out for me and make sure I'm alright. How I feel whenever we spend time together isn't nearly as exhilarating as the sheer adrenaline that ignites my soul on the battlefield," Your vision became blurry as you felt tears roll down your cheeks. "But rather, a sense of security and contentment like sitting next to a hearth in Freezington."

The kindness he had– and continues to show you, the genuine concern and care, it had been a long while since you were given anything like it. The pep talks he gave you over your phone when you were at your lowest in the locker room, the frequent check up messages you woke up to every other day, the stupid matching hoodies you got together… You would never forget them.

"Y-you're…" you trail off, a little scared to admit it out loud.

"I'm..?"

He grinned expectantly, as if he already knew what you would say. You shot him a weak glare, your wobbly smile betraying your watery eyes. He elbowed your side teasingly, you shoved back just as playful. He fell over in mock defeat onto the emerald grass below, waving his headband like a surrender flag. You feigned a miffed expression as you flopped over onto him.

"You're like family to me, Rai."

"As are you to me, [Nickname]."

*weeping on the floor*

I love found family so much, and you’re checking my every box. The healing. The love. The fun. The sweetness. The ending. I’m crying so damn hard this so so so good. It’s everything I’ve could’ve ever wanted!!!

God, I can’t wait for what you write next. I’m so excited. Are you going to kill me with angst? Are you going to kill me with fluff? I’m so so excited to see what you have in store!!

Bravo!!!!

~Renee

#little sib reader #yes this account is dead #I love it so much #that I’m going to lie on the floor for a while and grin about it

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universitypenguin · 2 years

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Dear Alice,

I would like to take some time off your busy day to express to you my love, my appreciation and my admiration for your writing.

You are a perfectionist and it shows.

Your writing is nothing short of miraculously perfect and incredible. Your attention to small details is unlike any other writer's. You seem to have everything about your characters figured out. There are no blind spots or holes in your story. Your narration is captivating to the point where one loses track of time as they read your amazing fics (to name Restitution is a given by now but Princess and The Lawyer lately has been an Oof of disproportionate proportions!)

Thank you for taking the time out of your day and your life to give us these amazing stories.

Thank you for the energy and love you put into them.

I wish we can show you how much they mean to us in more ways than just this 💕💕

Thank you so much! 😊

I am unworthy of such high praise! (But I will accept, and basking in its glow anyways.)

The funny thing about those small details is that I’m kind of a hybrid writer. Part of me is a “discovery writer” and the other half is an “architect writer.” So, if you think I always have everything figured out… nope! I usually don’t know the ending until just before I write it. When I finish this story, I’ll probably discover the ending about a week before all of you.

I have strong theories about where the details are leading me but I can only craft the next logical steps. Typically, I’m thinking in terms of five chapter arcs. That means I still get to be creative while “having a plan.” I’m not always quite sure how the details fit together. But once I get closer to the end, it all clicks into place.

I would totally agree that The Princess is my best work yet! Out of everything I’ve ever written, it’s had the most flow and pace. Like you guys, I’ve gone back and re-read it for entertainment. And because I need time to process the details, so I can figure out how to pull off our midpoint twist. (Yes, there’s going to be a midpoint twist.)

The best compliment a writer could receive is that their stories make time fly. Thank you so much for saying that. I’m going to live off that compliment for… probably the next decade or so? I rely on positive feedback to keep going!

I do have a tiny bit of disappointing news… no chapter will be published this Friday. My discovery writer side threw a fit this week and made a mess of chapter six. It’s in no shape for public viewing at this time. Fortunately, I have realized what needs to change so the story will work.

The segment of the plot we’re into right now is the beginning of my “Break into Two” beat. I’m going to set up the second act and start laying the groundwork for the midpoint twist I mentioned earlier. For some reason, this is always my most challenging transition point of a story for me to write. In order to do it well, we have to wait another week.

#penguin replies #architect writer #discovery writer #midpoint twist #the princess and the lawyer will not update tomorrow

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silkiemae · 2 years

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A Court of Mist and Fury by Sarah J. Maas

A Court of Mist and Fury by Sarah J. Maas My rating: 2 of 5 stars Oof, this was not it. 80% of this was a massive cringe-fest, I’m sorry to say. I’ll admit, however, that the romance between Rhys and Feyre was far more believable than it was with Tamlin. That being said. Still, I wouldn’t say I like Rhysand. I don’t forgive easily, and it takes more than some feeble excuses to make me forgive someone. Especially when that someone twisted an exposed bone sticking out my ARM and didn’t ever actually apologize for it. I will never understand why Feyre doesn’t ever call him out for that. Like he drugged her, branded her, molested her, hurt her, forced a kiss on her….it’s all very icky. I wouldn’t want to start a relationship with that as the foundation, just saying. Also, the way Rhysand is written is so heavy-handed. It’s repeatedly thrown into our faces how much better than Tamlin Rhysand is. In my opinion, SJM tries to make him seem flawless, which makes him that much more flawed. It’s a good thing for characters to be morally skewed sometimes, but nothing Rhysand says or does makes me like him or empathize with his choices. There are moments of good flirting banter between Feyre and Rhysand, but it almost always gets ruined by extending it too long. The magical note-passing scene where they’re talking about licking each other’s wounds was so unbelievably embarrassing. If it had just been left at ‘I’d rather you lick my wounds for me.’ It would’ve been miles better. But no, it continued on and on to the point where Rhysand says, ‘I’m a good licker’. Ew??????? Also, no man’s orgasm is going to make a mountain tremble. I don’t buy it for an instant. Now, a woman’s orgasm, on the other hand? If Rhysand had made Feyre come, then I would’ve believed that. But uh…no. Also, what do you think the people living below the mountain were thinking when that happened? The book also felt super misogynistic to me. To differentiate between humans and faeries, SJM has called all the faeries ‘males and females’, and I HATE IT. I’m sorry, I hate it so much. It sounds like we’re filling out medical documents. I think it would’ve made sense if SJM had just called them ‘faerie women and men’ or something but whatever. “This male that I love. “ I was forced to watch as my father butchered the female that I loved.” Like…please stop. I’m still mad that these aren’t the faeries I’ve come to know and love. They’re super-powered, really hot humans playing politics and flirting like grade-schoolers. The faeries I wanted are master manipulators while not telling a single lie. They’re mischievous and wicked and cruel, and you’re never sure whether you should trust them or not. But I don’t see anything like that in any of these characters. They’re essentially like chimaera shapeshifters with elemental powers. Speaking of powers, why did Feyre get every single power in existence? It’s such an exhausting trope. I hated it in A Discovery of Witches, and I hate it here. I’ve never been a fan of a character going from extreme Mary Sue to having every power invented. What is the point of an unbeatable character? Where’s the challenge? Feyre barely struggles to master her abilities; when she finally does, she hardly uses them. Instead, the book is more about Feyre whining about whether or not she should hook up with Rhysand. By the end of the book, I was screaming at her to do it already. The action was sadly nowhere near as fun as it was in ACOTAR. There are no fights reminiscent of the Middengard Wyrm scene from the last book. Feyre never shows that kind of cleverness again. The sex scenes were trope-y and cheesy. The romance was corny. The dialogue was childish. I got a kick out of some world-building, and I liked reading about the side characters. I was hoping Amren was a dragon trapped in faerie skin, but I doubt it. It would make sense with her love of all things shiny. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ *writes it myself* Tamlin and Rhysand legit swapped personalities so SJM could shove how perfect and hot Rhysand is in my face. Question for those of you who insist Rhysand is mixed. He’s described as having moon-white skin in ACOTAR, and then when he’s in the sun again, it darkens to a golden tan. That is a white person with a tan, ya’ll. If he was mixed or a POC, then say he’s brown. Don’t be a coward. Last comment, and I’m done. I have to know what on earth a ‘moony woo woo look’ and a ‘no-winnowing shield’ is. I will never move past ‘moony woo woo looks’. View all my reviews

#acotar #a court of mist and fury #acomaf #book review #Sarah j maas

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bi-bard · 2 years

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But I Hope I'm One Tough Act to Follow - Diana Prince Imagine (Wonder Woman)

Title: But I Hope I'm One Tough Act to Follow

Pairing: Diana Prince X Reader

Song: Tough Act

Word Count: 720 words

Warning(s): violence, death, a lot of saddness

Summary: A stranger shows up on Diana's doorstep asking for a story that she never thought she'd get to tell.

Author's Note: This one was a big oof... and probably goes the farthest off track of the lyrics out of all of these imagines.

Here we go! Last story, last page! Hell yeah!

After this post, I may be stepping back for a while. I'm gonna get started on my next big project.

Masterlist for the Maisie Peters Writing Challenge!

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"Diana!"

I fell to the ground and covered myself as an explosion went off next to me.

Diana pulled me up with her and pulled me behind her.

"What are you doing out here," she asked.

"People needed help! I was helping them to safety!"

"Get yourself to safety," Diana pushed me ahead of her towards a house that hadn't been destroyed.

"But what if-"

"Please," she grabbed my shoulders. "I don't want to lose you."

I relented, running into the house.

I tried to barricade the entrance as much as possible. I locked the doors and windows, pushed some pieces of furniture in front of the doors. I slowly slid back into the corner.

The constant noises outside made me curl into an even tighter ball. The screams and explosions and the crumbling of buildings. It was terrifying.

I don't know when the house I was in was hit. I just know that I tried to run when I heard the ceiling crumble.

I barely felt everything hit me at first. It was more shock than anything. I tried to push the rubble off of me, but it was all too heavy. The fighting was over, but I was stuck.

I soon accepted that I was going to die no matter what happened here.

"(Y/n)!"

I reached out for Diana as soon as I heard her voice.

"No," she said, running over to help me.

She grabbed the rubble, attempting to lift it off of me.

"You know that even if you get this off of me, I'll still be crushed," I muttered. "I'll still bleed out. No one would be able to get here fast enough."

"That doesn't mean I can't try," she groaned.

"Diana," I said. "Diana, please. I don't want to go out watching you struggle."

"I'm going to save you."

"Diana, please," I begged again.

She knelt next to me, holding my hand.

"Thank you," I mumbled. "For everything. I can't imagine my life without you in it."

She gave me a sad smile, tears falling down her face.

"I... I love you," I said, clinging to her hand a little tighter.

"I love you too," Diana replied. "So much. I'll never forget you. I promise."

Once that passed through her lips, I felt at peace. I leaned back and relaxed, closing my eyes slowly.

All I could do was wait.

--Third Person P.O.V--

Diana walked to (Y/n)'s home after the events of the day had unfolded. She let out a sob as she crossed the threshold into the main room.

She walked through the entire house. She went through what (Y/n) had. How much they had held onto through the years. Clothes and art and anything that reminded them of something important.

The biggest discovery was in (Y/n)'s study.

There was a stack of journals throughout the room.

As she traced the spines with her finger, Diana felt like it was a sign.

Diana may not be able to ever truly move on from (Y/n) and what had been stolen from the two of them, but there was something that could help with the pain.

The best way to keep a hold on (Y/n)'s memory.

Get the work published that (Y/n) never got to publish.

She smiled a little bit. This was it. The perfect idea.

--time skip--

Diana was snapped out of her zoned-out trance when she heard a knock on her door.

When she pulled the door open, she almost jumped.

It was like seeing a ghost.

The same hair, the same eyes, the same face.

"Hi, are you Diana Prince," the person asked.

"Yeah," she nodded. "Can I help you?"

"I think you knew one of my relatives," the person explained. "Or knew of them. (Y/n) (Y/l/n)?"

Diana couldn't help the sad smile that crossed her lips. She missed (Y/n). Every day.

"I'm (Y/n)'s great-niece."

"Come in," Diana said, motioning the stranger to walk in.

She grabbed both of them a bottle of water and nodded at one of the seats in the main room. They sat down across from Diana.

"What do you want to know about (Y/n)," Diana asked.

"Why did you publish their work," they started. "Why did they trust you to do that?"

Diana nodded and shifted in her seat.

"Well, I knew (Y/n) for many years..."

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pixiedane · 3 years

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Fic Writer Review

Thank you for the tag, @ussjellyfish ! I don't know whom to tag so I will just say to all of you: TAG, you're it (scroll to the end to copy paste the questions).

how many works do you have on AO3?

187

what’s your total AO3 word count?

373,260

how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

The count is 74, but they're not wholly individual (lots of "all media types" for example). I have pseuds for Star Wars (68 works), Star Trek (63 works), and Marvel (18 works). There are 38 works in other fandoms including Leverage, Killjoys, Harry Potter, The Hobbit, House MD, Game of Thrones, Once Upon a Time, Law and Order, Peter Pan, Willow...

16 more questions beneath the cut.

what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

512 kudos, Let's Go Steal a Family (Leverage), 2044 words | The Leverage team decide they don't need to settle down in order to start a family.

This was written for the "Leverage-a-thing-a-thon" run in August 2015 (making this fic almost exactly six years old). It's about found family in the most literal sense.

415 kudos, catch a glimpse of sunlight (Star Wars), 2324 words + a fanvid | What if Anakin listened to Padmé more than Palpatine and Obi-Wan listened to Anakin more than Yoda? tldr; galaxy saved

Created for the 2016 Star Wars Rarepairs exchange, a canon divergent au where Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Padmé work together to take down the Chancellor and raise the twins as a triad.

253 kudos, and a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone. (Star Wars), 726 words | Luke wants to know about his mother.

Written for PadMay 2018, for the prompt "How should Padmé be remembered?". Wow, I'm surprised this is in the top five given it's a tiny ficlet in a giant fandom written for a challenge I made up myself. But I'm pleased! Padmé deserves to be remembered, that's why I started PadMay.

247 kudos, Serendipity (Star Wars), 1914 words | That time Padmé accidentally walked in on the wrong naked Jedi.

Another ObiAniDala AU written for the Star Wars Rarepairs Exchange, 2018 in this case. Two years earlier I'd made a random photo manip of Natalie Portman and Ewan Mcgregor drinking tea and it eventually inspired the fic.

221 kudos, Your Beating Heart Tonight (Star Wars), 3121 words | Padmé develops feelings for her other Jedi protector.

And another written for the Star Wars Rarepairs Exchange in 2016! And also another AU based in a storm of emotions between Anakin, Padmé, and Obi-Wan. I have a specialty.

All five of these are about family first and foremost. Three and a half feature polyamory. Three and a half are canon divergent AUs. None breaks 3200 words. All were written for an event/exchange.

do you respond to comments, why or why not?

For the most part. Sometimes I don't right away and it becomes awkward. And I generally don't respond to negative comments because who needs that.

what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Probably Abduction, a mirror universe story vaguely inspired by The Handmaid's Tale. My author's note: "It is not a happy story for anyone and implies the extreme emotional abuse of a child, as well as the coercion and torture of adults."

do you write crossovers? if so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I love crossovers! I've completed a few and have fifty more in wip folders. The most ambitious is War of Stars, a Star Wars/Game of Thrones fusion with 26,480 words, thirty chapters, and five different povs (Cersei, Anakin, Daenerys, Ahsoka, and Boba). Niche, but I am very proud of how it worked out.

I've also blended Star Wars with Mad Max, Kelvin Star Trek, Star Trek Discovery, Deep Space Nine, Sleeping Beauty, and Black Widow.

have you ever received hate on a fic?

I've had a few mean comments but they're basically "I don't like this pairing and I want you to feel bad about writing it" and I won't.

do you write smut? if so what kind?

No. Just not my thing.

have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of.

have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, I've had a few translated into Russian, which just adds to the headcanon that I'm secretly Black Widow.

have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, back in the LiveJournal days I wrote many thousands of words with @vasnormandy. I am slowly posting those stories to AO3 under my Marvel pseud Amelia Danvers, my OC and main character.

what’s your all time favorite ship?

An impossible question because I multi-ship like my life depends on it. Anakin/Padmé is my most prolific ship followed by Rey/Ben, Kat/Lorca, and Carol Danvers/Peter Parker (the parents of Amelia above). But I've written alternate ships for all of the above.

You can read more about my shipping interests here.

what’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Oof. I have a lot of WIPs that I would like to finish but it's hard to get back to.

what are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. Introspection. I'm good at writing a specific point of view. Characters addressing their issues. I like to pull at threads so I've built up those skills. I love mixing and mashing fandoms and pairings. Complex relationships and the discussion thereof.

what are your writing weaknesses?

Action, like sex scenes or fight scenes, and anything plot heavy. I'm more interested in character and it shows in my writing.

I am also terrible at follow through and finishing things. It's why so much of my fic is written for challenges with external deadlines.

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I'm not fluent in any other languages and I wouldn't want to do it without extensive research.

what was the first fandom you wrote for?

Either Star Trek (TNG, mainly the adventures of Beverly Crusher - as a preteen, at the Academy, as a single mom, and because I'm me I also gave her a Romulan lover) or Star Wars (the adventures of Han and Leia's daughter who was ME but also Jaina Solo before Jaina Solo existed because she was a twin who wanted to be a pilot more than a Jedi). These stories were written on notebook paper in colored pen and I'd do dramatic readings in the backyard, in costume, with only the trees (all of whom I'd named, mostly after heroines in books, like Elizabeth, Jane, Anne, Alice, Mary, etc.) as the audience.

what’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Well, the one I imagine as something more is Pas De Deux, my Jedi Dance Academy AU. I can picture the senes in my mind and I really enjoyed the adaptation process, melding two things I love into one. The characters and events are recognizable, but also very different and that's something I enjoy.

Questions for anyone who wants to complete it:

Fic Writer Review

how many works do you have on AO3?

what’s your total AO3 word count?

how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

do you respond to comments, why or why not?

what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

do you write crossovers? if so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

have you ever received hate on a fic?

do you write smut? if so what kind?

have you ever had a fic stolen?

have you ever had a fic translated?

have you ever co-written a fic before?

what’s your all time favorite ship?

what’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

what are your writing strengths?

what are your writing weaknesses?

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

what was the first fandom you wrote for?

what’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

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thebest-medicine · 4 years

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“Not Ticklish”

Submitted by anonymous:

A/N: I hope this is okay, I read you wanted to read a Tangled tickle fic a while ago and idk if you still want it but I wrote one!! So I hope you don’t mind me sending this to you lol I didn’t post it publicly because I’m still not sure if I want to make a public tickle blog or not, but anyway. I hope you enjoy it. I haven’t written in forever so oof

So there’s not too much context but I really adore Eugene and I’d LOVE to see him tickled and there’s not too many fics with him being the ‘lee so I made it happen myself lmao

“I’m not ticklish.” The words left Eugene’s mouth so easily, it was impossible to ignore this challenge now. His soon-to-be wife, Rapunzel, was curled up in his lap, giggling madly as he tickled her sides.

In an attempt to get him to stop, she tried retaliating, going straight for his sides too. He did jump back a bit, but he didn’t react the way she was expecting. She glanced up at him with a curious expression, and he said those exact words. A smirk tugged at her little pink lips.

“Oh?” She smiled and sat back, folding her arms across her chest. “I doubt that.” Eugene shrugged. “What? You didn’t get a laugh out of me, did you?” “No,” Rapunzel chirped, “But that just means I’ll have to keep going until I do.”

Eugene shook his head. “Mmm, don’t waste your time, Blondie.” He waved her off, grabbing her waist again, and tugging her against his chest. Before she got any ideas, he gently drilled his thumb against her ribs. She squealed, tossing her head back with a loud laugh.

“Nohoho!” She whined, “Stahahap! Eugene! I mean it!” She squirmed in his grip, pushing at his wrists with all of her might. It really was unfair; he was bigger and stronger, and if he wanted to be relentless, he could be.

“No~, stop~, I mean it~!” Eugene mocked her squeaky voice, stifling a chuckle as Rapunzel managed to wriggle out of his grasp and playfully kick at his middle.

“Rude! Don’t be so–! Rude!” She laughed, sitting up as quickly as she could with nearly 80 feet of hair, tackling Eugene onto his back. Eugene grinned as she straddled his waist, pinning his wrists at the sides of his head.

“Oh, I like where this is going.” He mused. Rapunzel shook her head, still giggling quietly.

“You’re really gonna get it.”

“Get what? A kiss? That would be nice.” He teased.

For someone who wasn’t ticklish at all, he was really pushing it.

“No, no kisses.”

Eugene pouted. “Why not?”

“After tickling me like that?”

“Yes?”

Rapunzel grinned, her expression softening a little. She really did love this man. Even so, she leaned down, and locked their lips lovingly. She didn’t hold it too long, as she didn’t want the playful mood to simmer down just yet. She straightened out her back again, moving as fast as light.

Her slender fingers rocketed into his underarms, tickling as wildly as she could. Eugene automatically clamped his arms to his sides, curling into himself slightly as a surprised “Arugh–!” Came out of him.

He actually believed Rapunzel would have given up and moved on, but he should know by now she’s not the type to back down without a fight. It tickled, and he wanted to laugh, he really did. He pressed his lips together as tightly as possible, but a smile still broke through despite his efforts.

“Aha!” Rapunzel beamed triumphantly. “Look! You’re smiling! You’re ticklish! You are!” She tickled a bit lower and tried out that little trick of his, drilling her thumb into the top of his ribs.

“Hey, hey! Wait!” Eugene retorted, trying to swat her hands away as gently as possible. “Stop that!”

“Why? Does it tickle, Eugene? Huh? Mister, ‘I’m not ticklish’?”

Rapunzel laughed at herself, noticing how bad she was at being the tickler. But Eugene was still smiling, and she could have sworn she heard a chuckle come out of him once or twice. Eugene was genuinely struggling, both with trying not to hurt her, and trying not to laugh. It was proving much more difficult than he ever thought. In his defense, he always figured he wasn’t ticklish. No one had ever really tickled him before, so he wouldn’t really know. He was wrong, apparently. But he couldn’t let her win just yet.

“Nope, nope, not at all, not even a little.” He gritted his teeth as he spoke. Rapunzel cackled.

“Oh, please. Just laugh, will you? I’ll only tease you about it forever. No big deal.”

Eugene twisted himself over onto his stomach, gripping at the sheets dramatically.

“No, please! I can’t ruin my fake reputation again!” He did chuckle again, hoping it was quiet enough for Rapunzel not to hear. But Rapunzel followed, her hands really digging into his ribs now. Eugene yelped again.

“C’mon! No more!” He chortled.

“Not until you laugh! I promise I’ll stop when you do!” Rapunzel retorted. “There’s nothing wrong with being ticklish! Just let it out.”

“I can’t!” He growled a bit out of frustration, reaching behind him and tickling Rapunzel’s knee playfully. She jerked it backwards and squealed a bit.

“No! You’re not winning! NO!” She slid back on his back a bit, sitting herself atop his rump, clawing into his hips.

“Ah-! Oh, no! Not– Not there, no!”

Eugene wheezed just a bit as the laughter was aching to burst from his chest. He couldn’t believe he was actually about to lose to a tiny little princess.

“Why? Bad spot?” Rapunzel purred happily, trying to ignore how sore her fingers were getting. He was a decently thick man, and it was difficult to wrap her grip around his waist comfortably. She laughed at the silliness of the situation.

“Tickle tickle tickle!” She teased. She reached under him as he squirmed, tickling his lower stomach too. She tried not to whine as he nearly crushed her hand. He turned over onto his side, starting to finally, finally giggle.

“All right, all right! You win, you win! Stop it!” His shoulders bounced as he snickered, using one hand to cover his face and the other to try and push at Rapunzel still. The blonde, feeling victorious as those glorious first few giggles rang in her ears, kneaded into the hollows of his hips again.

“Okay, fine, I win! But I’m not stopping until you really laugh!” She grinned as he tucked his hips under against her touch, his expression almost looking like he was in pain. It must have been a seriously ticklish spot.

“Ra-ha-ha-ha-punzel!” He chortled, shortly bubbling into genuine laughter. “Ah-ha-ha! That’s– that’s enough! I mean it!”

“I mean it~!” Rapunzel teased him in a higher pitched voice, knowing very well she may be destroyed with vengeful tickles later, but at the moment, she couldn’t get enough of finally hearing his laugh once and for all.

“There it is!” She giggled with glee, still scribbling at his lower torso. He rolled onto his back, trying to wrap his arms around his middle and protect every area her fingers slithered into.

“Sta-ha-ha-hap! No-ho-ho, no-ho mohohore!”

His giggling was desperate and frantic, but that only gave Rapunzel the sweetest butterflies in her stomach.

“Admit it!” She tickled faster.

“Admit what?” He giggled louder.

“That you’re ticklish!”

“No!”

“Do it! I’ll tickle you all night if I have to!”

“Fine!”

“Fine what~?”

“I’m– I’m ticklish! Oka-ha-ha-ha-hay?! St-ah-ha-ha-hap it! Please!”

His laughter was growing hysterical now, and it was as contagious as ever. Rapunzel giggled and flopped atop her beloved, ceasing her tickling as the two laughed together for a few more moments. She playfully poked and prodded at his sides just to hear him giggle and snort a few more times.

“You are really gonna get it, you know that?” Eugene teased, sending a warning squeeze to her side. She bit back a laugh as she pressed her forehead to his.

“Get what? A kiss? That would be nice~.”

“Nuance.”

Even the strongest, boldest man she’s met had a weakness as silly as her own. With these knew discoveries in mind, she figured their future tickle fights may be evened out a bit better than before.

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captain-of-the-historicfuture · 3 years

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~hello~ !! For the meta asks!: 3, 6, 9, 12, 15, 18, 21, 24, and 25 :))

Hello!! Thank you for sending these; I was really excited to see that ask game and I was hoping somebody would send some in. It still took me a while to actually answer them though, and for that I apologise. But without further ado! Some meta answers (under the cut because they ended up being fairly long, whoops):

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (Consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway.)

I thought of a few examples, but they could basically be grouped together under a common theme: whumpy/angsty scenes that were self-indulgent as all heck. The whole self-indulgent aspect often required the characters to be just the teeniest, tiniest bit OOC and/or necessitated rather unrealistic plot circumstances. So it was simply easier to keep such scenes as maladaptive daydreams, rather than trying to think of explanations for the character/plot issues…or exposing myself to judgement for them LOL.

Receiving permission to write/share one such scene anyway is an opportunity I can’t let slip by though. It might be because I’m writing this while running on zero (0) hours of sleep—let’s hear it for insomnia, y’all!—but I suddenly couldn’t remember any of my newer ideas under this category. However, I did recall a one-shot I had started writing a couple of months ago that sort of counts? “Sort of” because I could actually be arsed to write it since I was, ya know, writing it. Only got about six hundred words down though.

…should I share those six hundred words…?

………nahhh. I don’t think I’m quite ready for that yet.

But here’s the gist of it: Coulson and May (because of course it’s Philinda) were married for quite some time before the Attack on New York. But then Coulson DiedTM and then got ResurrectedTM. But gasp of horror, he had to lose his memories of his romantic relationship with May because reasons. (I actually did have some ideas for those reasons but sshhhh this is about me yeeting context and setup.)

The first half of S1 still happens as normal (except MayWard doesn’t happen because??? Vows) and it’s now post-E20 “Nothing Personal”. The morning after (or a morning soon after, whatever) the T.A.H.I.T.I. reveal! May’s mom—who doesn’t know about GH.325 and whom May fed a cover story about Coulson divorcing her or something equally as oof, IDK—shows up at the hotel and starts ripping into Coulson for breaking her daughter’s heart, then dragging her back into the field with her ex-husband (him), then accusing her of terrible things and forcing her away again.

Poor guy’s confused as heck, and so is the team, and soon enough so is Lian. The only one who understands what’s going on is May, and she’s freaking dying off to the side like why is this happening to me and eventually everybody’s like! Explain??? (Was thinking about including something from Coulson like, “Are you still keeping things from me?” Just for that extra smidge of angst, yay!)

So yeah then May gives a, like, two-sentence debriefing that elicits more questions than answers. Coulson decides to take May aside and they have a heart-to-heart. Lots of feelings and angst and hurt/comfort and at some point plenty of kissing too. Just! May hiding her feelings for Coulson’s sake but really magnified, plus some actual apologies and consideration of the grief May’s been through on Coulson’s part.

And uhh yeah that’s basically it I dunno hdsjncjshd. I warned y’all it’s OOC, plot-bendy, and very self-indulgent!

6. What character do you have the most fun writing?

I don’t think I could name a single character for this. I get different things out of taking on different voices, you know? I guess recently I’ve found myself gravitating towards more taciturn and introspective points of view, like JQ from my original novel Rosewood or M. Yisbon from my…other original novel Temple.

Generally, however, I like tackling stories from an outsider’s perspective. That’s why I so rarely write my more “substantial” (serious? demanding? for lack of better words?) projects from the PoV of my “preferred” character. This usually means writing from their love interest’s perspective, but not always. With shorter fanfic, using a more removed/unconventional/niche PoV can be really fun. Like, I once wrote a canon compliant ficlet purely(-ish) about Philinda from Tony Stark’s perspective. That isn’t always sustainable with stories that demand more character development or closer character studies, however, which is why it’s a good thing I like writing drabbles!

9. Are you more of a drabble or a longfic kind of writer? Pantser or plotter? Do you wish you were the other?

My word counts tend to run long, but I usually only write one-shots for fanfic. If I’m even inspired with a novella- or novel-length story idea for a fandom, you already know I’m in deep with them. And if I actually find the motivation to plan and execute that idea? Dangg. That’s only ever happened…twice, maybe thrice, and I’m in a lot of fandoms.

At times, I wish I could go for more of a middle ground ’cause, like, you know what I love to see? An AO3 dashboard with several completed novellas for my ship/character of choice. I mean yes, I hecking love >90k fics, but sometimes I’m in the mood for quick reads…and what am I supposed to do when I burn through all the drabbles and 2k one-shots? (Besides despair and/or reread my faves desperately.) Novellas are basically always safe for me LOL, and I’d hope to be able to give as much as I take.

Ultimately though, I think I’m okay with where I am with regards to that. I wish I could write more in general, but I’d be okay with “writing more” just meaning “writing more one-shots”, ya know? More than okay, really. I have mad respect for fic writers who have, like, a hundred or more one-shots under their belt for this one ship. The fandom ecosystem would be incomplete without them (as well as every other type of writer, but sshhh that’s the type of writer I’m closest to being right now).

I’m definitely a plotter, and I definitely prefer it that way. It’s cool having such a detailed record of my process. I like feeling like a frazzled genius on the brink of a major discovery with all of my different outlines and colour coding and many drafts and various websites.

12. Do you want your writing to be famous?

Not exactly. It might be cool if my original works were recognisable in the world, but I don’t think I’d want to be recognisable. As for fanfic, I’d low-key enjoy gaining a place in that fandom’s community as a fic writer. Like someone who gave and got fic gifts from fic writer friends, who participated in challenges and GCs, who received writing prompts on Tumblr, whose name was known for doing a certain trope/genre a bunch of times… Ya know what I mean?

Unlikely to happen when I’m so hecking hesitant to publicly (i.e., outside of AO3) claim credit for my writing, but fjnskfsjhfjs. A writer can dream, right?

15. Which is harder: titles or summaries (or tags)?

Of those three, tags are the easiest for me, for I have a reliable system for figuring out those.

Next easiest would probably be titles. For fanfiction, I like to use titles that are a quote from the source material. You should have seen all of my old Hamilton fanfic… I was really proud of some of those titles. And I don’t mean, like, whole lines—usually only two to five words. It’s a unique type of wordplay that I just love dabbling in.

And lastly, summaries. Sometimes inspiration strikes me and a snappy and intriguing synopsis just jumps out—one that I’m quietly pleased with—but most of the time I’ll spend way too long trying to think of such a synopsis and eventually just go with whatever I’d come up with so far. And live with my quiet dissatisfaction for the rest of time.

18. Do any of your stories have alternative versions? (Plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterisations...?) Tell us about them!

Typically, no. If I have deleted scenes, I save and publish them separately, but that’s about it. I sometimes think of AUs for my own work and might talk about them in my author’s notes—might even talk about writing them—but I never really do anything with them.

Although…

It’s not uncommon for me to decide a plotline isn’t working for a certain story or to think of an interesting but undoable arc for a certain character, but what I’ll do is make a whole new story for those ideas. Once I’m done developing the original idea and the branched-off one, you probably wouldn’t be able to tell they grew from the same roots. Does that count?

21. What other medium do you think your story would work well as (film, webcomic, animated series, etc.)?

That depends on the story. I’ve actually written stories in other mediums—movie screenplay, musical stageplay, poetry, TV show scripts, play scripts, roleplay—but the novel does tend to be my comfort zone. Sometimes, if I have an idea that I think could work, or would even work better, as another medium, I’ll label it as such in my folder of ideas and decide not to write it as a novel.

Most of the time, my non-book projects are collaborations. I’m working with five different people on six different story ideas: two webcomics, one stage musical, one anime, and two animated TV shows. Little concrete progress has been made in any of those, mind you, but they’re still fun to discuss!

24. Would you say your writing has changed over time?

Absolutely. But I’ve been writing stories since I was five years old, so we would hope so, huh?

I wouldn’t say my writing’s changed completely, though maybe that’s just my insider’s perspective.

25. What part of writing is the most fun?

Oh gosh, I can’t believe you’d make me choose. Writing is just such a wonderful experience for me; I love just about everything to do with it. Admittedly, not all the time, but. Since that barely qualifies as an answer, however, I’ll give you this—

The endings. Not only that intense feeling of rightness when you wrap up that last sentence, but also the moments before. The adrenaline of knowing you’re almost there but you gotta push just a bit more to actually get there. And also the part right after—the real wrap-up, honestly: the revision and the editing. Heavens, I love revising and editing my work.

Which is not to say I don’t like writing it out for the first time, too—there’s nothing quite like seeing your cursor scroll to the next page, like going from a blank expanse to a Oh man, how many more lines are even going to fit on this page?, like watching that page counter tick up another number. However, there’s something cathartic about finally ironing out those problems I had to force myself to stop worrying about earlier because “just finish the first draft dangit”.

I guess that’s not really the end of the writing process, but whatever. Close enough (as fic writers are wont to say).

Another thank-you for these asks, and feel free to come back with more at any time! ;P

Send in fun meta asks for your friendly neighbourhood writer!

#thou canst not then be false to any man #ask game #invictusmaneo #to write and read comes by nature

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nazaandboifromthemoon · 4 years

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My Fanfic chapter 2 Under your Mask, Under your Clothes. Chapter 2

You can check this out on AO3 as well!

There is some underage drinking in this Highschool AU btw. Different POVs.

CHAPTER 2

THEN.

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Catra would never be caught admitting that she had a thing for jocks.

It was all conceptual of course...most of their actual meathead personalities were repulsive, but...

Something about uniforms...and sweating….oof. It really got her. She discovered this the summer before 8th grade, when she dragged herself out to to her friend’s football tryouts to support them or whatever. Lonnie and Scorpia were already going to ace it and make the team, but they both wanted her to come. Scorpia was feeling needy and Lonnie wanted Catra to "witness her excellence in beast mode" , so Catra parked herself on the bleachers, preparing to heckle whoever ran close enough to her seat.

But something happened when Catra watched them on the field. It was like her chest got tight and hurt a little bit, her insides squeezed and heat and pressure pooled in her belly and down there. It felt weird, like something important was about to happen. But all that happened was a rush of saliva to her mouth as she watched all those legs in running shorts doing drills across the field. Yeah. Girls were pretty cool. The jersey fit was...nice.

And damn, those jerseys and shorts looked good on Lonnie and Scorpia and...all the other girls on the field. Gulp .

They were tight, and showed off everyone’s shoulders and muscles and curves and edges. Catra just really liked bodies, and loved the colors of the jerseys, ya know? Normal? Totally. And sweating bodies...running bodies...flexed muscles...

Okay, so maybe she thought it was more than cool and nice. Was it weird to look at her friends (and a massive group of girls) like that? Was something wrong with her? Was it creepy? I feel creepy as fuck.

Those were questions that she decided to come back to.

She wound up in a great mood after watching 3 hours of tryouts, which her friends found deeply shocking and hilarious. She congratulated Lonnie and Scorpia on making the team ( “Just barely, but like...good job. ”), because she was actually really proud of them. They all got milkshakes, Catra and Lonnie roasted each other until Scorpia cried, and then they all went to the mall to throw stuff in the fountain. It was a good day in all respects.

Back at home, Catra slid in the shower and spent the rest of the evening under the hot steam, blissfully letting her mind wander back to all those muscled thighs and uniforms. She was gonna sleep well tonight.

So yeah, jocks. She had a thing.

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5 WEEKS EARLIER.

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Maybe that’s why it was so incredibly delightful to pick, prod, and rile up Adora Gray during History class. They never had a face-to-face interaction throughout the 3 years of middle, and 2 years of high school they had together, and it made sense. They were in different social universes, and Catra would have never independently sought Adora out. Too entitled and too wrapped up in popularity. Or, so she thought.

But Catra made a thrilling discovery.

It all began when they were assigned to a group project. Adora was so run-of-the-mill, poster child goody-two-shoes. She was blonde. Catra hated blondes on principle ( despite her track record of crushes of course). She had sharp blue eyes like a perfect Barbie or some shit. Her skin was smooth and sorta tanned, but she was clearly SPF 15 material. And of course she carried sunscreen with her. She was fit, toned, and solid, and was usually wearing some stupid compression shirt and jogger pants along with her Varsity letterman Jacket.

So basic. So hot. So fucking hot. Ugh.

Turns out, Adora was, in fact a human being with depth and substance and worth some of Catra's attention. She also wasn't as stuck up as Catra expected, and that was...refreshing. Oh, and Adora was unbelievably easy to irritate. So gullible. It was astounding. Catra actually found herself looking forward to her final class of the day. She was simply thriving in the competition and excitement that sparked when they were together.

Whenever they were near each other, Catra was caught between her thrilling power trip and ferocious self-consciousness. She convinced herself that unless she hid her obvious attraction, it would be crystal-clear transparent. So naturally, she dove into her go-to for any situation.

She took joy in the small pleasures of working together – intentionally knocking things over, botching their group notes, subtly invading Adora's personal space, and providing a constant stream of unwanted commentary under her breath but loud enough for Adora to hear. Pretty soon Catra was an expert at pushing Adora’s buttons until she was on her final, fragile nerve. Adora always took the bait. It never ceased to put Catra in a good mood, even on her lowest days.

"Heyyy Adora...wow. Did you do something different with your hair today? I love that look on you." she whispered. Adora's eyes were glued to her desk, a muscle twitched in her jaw. They both knew it was the same ponytail - even the same hair tie - that she sported every day.

And damn, that girl was cute when she was flustered. A muscle in her (perfect) neck would twitch, her grey blue eyes flared, a sheen of sweat would show up above her (delicious looking) lips. Catra just wanted to reach out and tug her shiny hair.

Also, Adora was actually pretty funny and sharp when she wasn’t flustered beyond measure. Eventually she got on Catra’s level and was shooting out comebacks before Catra could even finish her sentence. Swoon.

Oh, the woes of group work. She couldn't decide if it was good fortune or bad luck to be trapped in this situation with Adora.

Either way, Catra definitely had some Grade-A, pre-bedtime daydreams ahead of her this semester.

Oh, yes indeed.

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3 WEEKS EARLIER.

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If there was one thing that annoyed Adora more than complaining, it was a complete dismissal of other people's feelings. A combo of the two set up nightmarish conditions for her temper. Top that with constant teasing, and she was a fuming pile of nerves. Which is exactly why every history class she felt like she was about to blow a fucking fuse.

Each final period of the day she was greeted with a sly, raspy “Heeeey Adoraaa,” and a wicked little smirk. It just got her blood pumping right off the bat.

Being in a group with Catra Weaver had, at first seemed exciting. Enticing. Adora sometimes saw her around campus, and thought that she looked cool, edgy, and had some really interesting styles.

Objectively, Catra was cute.

No, pretty.

Okay, beautiful. Totally not her type at all, but she did look…interesting. Adora always that it was interesting when girls didn’t give a damn about what other people thought of them. It was cool when girls skateboarded, rode bikes, and motorcycles. And Catra did those things. (Okay, it was probably a moped, but it looked enough like a motorcycle to Adora).

And she also thought it was cool when girls wore leather jackets, or baggy shirts, or combat boots, or sneakers, or backwards hats, or loose jeans, or ripped jeans - yeah it was pretty hot. No, interesting.

Just very, very interesting.

Yeah, Catra was interesting.

Okay, so maybe she might be my type.

Or so Adora thought until the first 15 minutes of their first group meeting, when her eagerness went up in flames and was replaced with, well, flames. Adora discovered that this girl was near impossible to deal with. It was beyond disappointing. It actually seemed to trigger a wild set of feelings Adora rarely experienced and barely knew how to control.

She had a lashing sense of humor and she brooded and sulked when she was in a bad mood. For some reason, she was hell-bent on getting a rise out of Adora, an art which she all but mastered at by week 3 of class. She seemed to have a bottomless well of immature comments and total disregard for socially appropriate behavior.

Working with Catra for the past 3 weeks was like a mental exercise in restraint and patience - neither of which Adora had much. An exercise not to scream or cry out of pure frustration. A challenge in impulse control. An exercise not to take the bait (she really had to work on that one). She tried the mental envisioning that Coach encouraged her to do. She experimented with the ‘inner peace’ breathing techniques her old sister taught her. Sometimes these things helped. But more often than not, she resigned herself to getting worked up over nothing and biting back.

But sometimes, it was an exercise to suppress the laughter after Catra delivered a perfect, astute one-liner. She could really hit the nail on the head with a sarcastic comment, a verbal quip, or an icy comeback to something absurd. Adora was starting to love it as time went on, and was surprised that they actually had a pretty similar sense of humor. Catra was also funny, cute, and honestly brilliant in her own right.

Adora just wanted peace and quiet, but when Catra was quiet, Adora just wanted to rile her right back up. She was getting good at doing that too. She felt victorious whenever she caught Catra off guard and sent them down another spiral of heated exchanges.

And Adora did have to admit, even after suffering through weeks of Catra’s ridiculous attitudes, she was enthralling as ever.

She was starting to get used to having Catra’s attention focussed all on her.

#she ra #fanart #fanfic #catradora #she ra fanfic #highschool au #under your mask underyour clothes

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ii-and-the-sun · 5 years

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The Gāriq

// Oof, I meant to do this a while back, but here’s the about page for mobile users!

Basics

Name: Gavmieltus Gāriq

Aliases: The Second, Gāriq, Wrecking Ball, That Damn Couch Hog, His Chosen

Gender: Female

Allegiance: Imperium

Home Planet: Dedin

Number: II

Discovery: 2nd, 007.803.m31

Legion: Sunbreakers

Legion Colours: Scarlet and gold

Icon: Eight pointed sun with a central eye

Appearance

Personal: Gavmieltus isn’t particularly tall amongst her siblings, standing at 314cm. She’s heavyset, with broad shoulders and a powerlifter’s build, optimised to destroy any wall in her way and pin enemies with sheer bulk. Her skin is dark and warm hued like her father, the Emperor, and heavily tattooed. A series of facial tattoos depict her life on Dedin and her status, while a vine twists around her left forearm and a snake does the same to her right leg. The galaxy visible from her home planet spans her upper back and shoulders, merging into Terra’s across her chest. Her hair is glossy and straight, barely beyond her shoulders, and frequently pinned into a low-effort bun to keep it out of the way. Her eyes are upturned and dark, although somewhat amber in colour if in the light.

Armour: Crimson power armour with gold accents. Gavmieltus’ armour is bulky, even beyond her broad build. While primarily simple, details such as the three willow leaves shaped into each couter and the twisting vines inlaid in gold on her right vambrace add personality.

In contrast to the general bulk of her armour, she favours less restrictively large pauldrons. On the uppermost layers of her right shoulder is the facial plate of Ansiel, the creature that raised her, with complicated symbols of scrimshaw etched and laid across the front. Her gauntlets are close-fitting, to allow maximum dexterity, but end in sharp-pointed talons to maintain destructive power. There are three white bands painted around her left vambrace, and a singular circle on her rerebrace.

Her plastron is thick and heavy, designed to withstand heavy blows and the falling of entire buildings. The symbol of the Sunbreakers is painted across it. An ever watchful golden gem was once embedded in the center, but the arch-traitor Icandus tore it out of its setting. The empty bezel remains.

Wargear: Given the fighting style of the second legion, it should come as no surprise that Gavmieltus wields a massive shield, the Daybreak, offensively, using its broad planes and her own strength to snap bone and crumble stone. It bears the symbol of the second legion. In her right hand she carries the thunder hammer Duty of Ansiel. Gavmieltus shows the utmost respect to her weapons through her extensive care for them. Every weapon she wields is given a careful name.

The last of her weapons is a wahaika carved of the hardwood trees native to Dedin and decorated with traditional feathers and ligaments. While theoretically a weapon, the Ashen Hail has never seen combat, instead used for the ancient purpose of speeches and shows of dedication.

About

Personality: Pragmatic and very charismatic. Gavmieltus holds an intense loyalty to each and every one of her siblings, regardless of her feelings on them as a person, and the protectiveness of a mother over her legion and the Imperium at large. She’s headstrong, throwing herself into combat and personal interactions both with a hearty joy for life and belief in the good of people. Although the nearest civilizations to the jungle she was raised in are heavily respect based, particularly in the case of one’s elders, she expects none of that to be used in regards to her.

Since the start of the heresy, she has tempered considerably, often locking herself up for long periods and going through bouts of shame and rage for what has happened to her family, but she still has a duty and she will perform it.

History: As all her siblings were, Gavmieltus, the second Primarch, was snatched as naught but a babe by the Gods of Chaos and flung across the galaxy. The unnamed child landed in the deep jungles of Dedin, a feral world. There she was found by a creature that was perhaps mythical to the common people, but was known to Gavmieltus simply as Mother. Ansiel, a birdlike creature with a face seemingly covered by a natural mask of bone and the voice of a human, named and raised the young demihuman, teaching her what she had learned over centuries of life. She encouraged the young Gavmieltus to interact with the people of the five tribes that lived around the jungle, sensing her natural ability as a child of Emperor to lead and rule, although neither of them were aware of this relation.

Because she never truly related to these people or lived among them until she was much older, Gavmieltus became somewhat of a legend herself, the girl who could live in the unliveable deep jungle, who spoke with the tone of Ansiel of the Deep Wood and could fell any challenger, man or woman, with ease. It was at this time she became known as the Gāriq to the people of Dedin, a word meaning Breaker of Suns, given it seemed a perfectly reasonable feat for someone such as her. She lived like this for many years, at day a human woman, at night simply another inhabitant of the jungle.

Thirty-three years before her rediscovery, approximately two years before even the start of the Great Crusade, the tribes of the Tubad and Ceawea broke into war. It was violent and cruel, using newly developed weapons with no heed for humanity. While Gavmieltus had seen the feral, vicious fightings of the inhabitants of the deep jungle and the inherent cruelty of humans, this unbridled, animalistic disregard for life disgusted her. She set aside her reservations in interfering with the five civilizations and stepped in. She did not fight for any one side, revolted by both of their actions, but focused on the defense of the innocents.

This practically humanitarian dedication to life and protection drew the attention of a young maiden-healer by the name of Miveya.

Miveya was fascinated by the Primarch, and throughout the war, they interacted many times. After the end of the long three years, Miveya sought out Gavmieltus. They shared only a short conversation, but Gavmieltus retreated back to her place of raising, isolating herself from humanity once again. Ansiel, sensing her reservation, grew tired of her Primarch level melodramatics after a mere fourteen standard months, and sent her demi-human daughter back into the world once again, telling her in no uncertain terms that she was to learn to coexist with her kind, and would be expected to live amongst them.

Miveya found the Primarch once again, and now knowing that one had to be blunt with the admittedly socially stunted second Primarch, revealed her affections. Uncertain of how to proceed, but certainly not perturbed by this, Gavmieltus “Gāriq” and Miveya lived together under a common law marriage until the return of the Emperor to collect His lost daughter. In this process of retrieving His reluctant child, the Emperor slaughtered Ansiel when she looked to prevent a total stranger just up and leaving with the child she believed that He had abandoned, when she had raised this fledgling that she did not even share a species with. Gavmieltus was understandably enraged and grieved at this proceeding, and held it against her father for many years. Although she still mourns this loss and honours the memory of who she considers her mother, she eventually came to terms with it and developed a strong loyalty to her father and his crusade.

Miveya died barely less than two decades later, at the age of seventy-two, to the grief of the long-lived Gavmieltus, who possessed a more than mortal lifespan.

Gavmieltus had only a loose grasp on Imperial Gothic and the social understanding of the complicated yet contradictorily simple culture of Dedin. It was in their closeness and her mentorship during his early years that she grew to trust Ysegith, and in the destructive nature of battle that she found camaraderie with Icandus. She considered them to be among the brothers that she trusted the most, which has made the heresy difficult and painful for her.

Throughout the Great Crusade, she for a time became a household name. Although time and age had lessened her careful tendencies, Gavmieltus and her children, the Sunbreakers, became known for their ability to topple entire systems with an unfortunately uncommon regard for civilian life. She and the legions of Ysegith and Icandus worked together frequently on large scale projects, combining their unique talents into an unstoppable force of war and growing closer.

It was then that Icandus declared his intent to go against the Emperor and the Imperium at large. He begged his siblings to come with him, but Gavmieltus, having long since dedicated herself to His cause, denied his plea. Icandus went through with the plan, and Gavmieltus, betrayed and hurt, vowed that she would kill him with her bare hands.

During one of their battles, the very one in which he tore the gem from her plastron in a desperate attempt to escape her grasp, she came close to achieving her vow. Ysegith, who she had thought to have chosen the side of the Imperium, fought her until he and Icandus could escape via the warp. Now alone, Gavmieltus returned to Terra to be by her Father’s side and defend Him.

The heresy wrought by Icandus is still ongoing.

#ooc #about #mobile

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lawisnotmocked · 5 years

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BBC Les Mis Episode 2

I’m back with more incoherent screaming (and spoilers) buckle in lads!

Starting again with some quick things!

What even is time anyway? The passage of time is a made up concept invented by the musical.

Font is still laughable :,3

I would!! Die for little ‘Ponine and Zelma!!!

Olivia Colman is an incredible Madame Thenardier!! Definitely one of the highlights of this episode for me!!

I really love the Thenardiers and all the Thenardier scenes! Except! When Thenardier hit Madame T I wasn’t expecting that. It just seemed a little unnecessarily violent? Like, nothing was really achieved by adding it in other than seeing her get hit we can already see that Cosette is in an abusive household and it holds no significance later on either? Yeah wasn’t too fond of that :/

I would die for little Marius :,,) but it was a really weird choice to have Gorges die when he was so young?? Interested to know what Davies is going to do with that now. Are we going to have 7 year old Bonapartist Marius??

Fantine’s letter writer needs to shush no one asked for his damn opinion >:/

Now moving onto My Boys (featuring Fantine too)!

I don’t care what anyone else says about Valjean’s ponytail it’s the cutest thing ever and I love it :,) and his awkward little speech omg that was very in character and also adorable!

After the first 10 minutes things get... ehhhh. Valjean comes across a little bit judgey of Fantine when he interviews her to work in the factory, but sure okay, having the two characters meet isn’t a bad choice they’re establishing the fact that Valjean knows Fantine works for him so he’ll recognise her later.

Can’t deny that Monsieur le Maire is very attractive (sorry had to get that out of the way ^^’) and okay a scene with him handing out coins to children good all still very in character!

I loved the shot of his bare bedroom after the factory girls were talking about it too and lighting the candlesticks that we can see he’s kept too. As of this point no major issues!

Ooh damn guess who comes into the factory next!! The new handsome chief of police here to ask in his lovely deep voice if you prefer to be called Monsieur or Daddy!! (Spoiler he prefers Monsieur le Maire) God this scene!! Once again is so nearly perfect!! There’s the awkward tension and clash of opinion and Oyelowo and West’s incredible acting!! But the dialogue sucks!! It feels so forced!! Please Davies!! You almost had it there!!

Oyelowo’s Javert is so dedicated and fanatical I love him so much god please give this man a better script hhhhhhh :,,)

Okay okay as I’m watching I’m thinking actually the second half of this scene is a little better it flows more easily and Javert’s monologue was actually not too bad.

Oof I hated the implication that Valjean was interested in/attracted to Fantine though. Especially since, again, it served no purpose other than making Valjean seem creepy and making it appear that his later actions were motivated by attraction. Served literally no other purpose wasn’t used again past that point just made everything else Bad. I hate it.

What comes next?? Cart scene cart scene!! And Javert on a horse 👀 I... don’t know if it’s just because I’m making heart eyes at Dominic West and David Oyelowo the entire time but I really liked this scene!! No complaints even the dialogue was pretty good!

The next scene however.... *deep sigh* the next scene....

I... really did not like the choice to have Valjean stand there, listen to Fantine explain herself and her situation in tears to him, and then loose his shit at her and fire her. That’s just. No. Not only is that so incredibly and painfully out of character, but it’s also messing up the entire point of Fantine’s story?? And making Valjean a really dislikable character?? God I just. I hate this scene so much ugh!!

No letter Jav rides straight the fuck to Paris! I don’t know how I feel about this scene? On the one hand... who the fuck is this man the Javert I know would never challenge an authority figure!! But on the other hand I guess it’s kind of fitting for Oyelowo’s Javert? So yeah. Don’t know how I feel about this. I guess I didn’t dislike it but you’re on thin fucking ice Davies and you’re lucky I like Oyelowo’s more dominant Javert.

*deep sigh* Valjean.... buries the candlesticks with his money. What about the symbolism Davies?? What! About! The symbolism! During the scene where he’s supposed to throw them into the fire!!

Valjean and Javert meeting in the street on horseback after both returning from their Highly Suspicious Missions was a Good Scene though I loved that! It made me think of the Awkward Eye Contact Scene in the brick when Valjean is staying in Gorbeau House :p See! The issue is! That most of this isn’t too bad! And some of it is really good! But there’s a few utterly awful things that just ruin the entire episode for me! And that sucks!!

Anyway. I really loved the scene where Fantine sells her hair and teeth I think that was done well! But it was really goddamn sad as well!! ‘Les mis is sad’ says local man who knows storyline :,3

After this I felt like Fantine’s story gets a little unnecessary graphic? Maybe it’s just a personal opinion but it felt a little bit like the scene where Madame T was hit. Apparently Davies can’t write a single female character who isn’t a Tragic Powerless Victim Of Men (Specifically Their Sexual Urges) :/ But again, just a personal opinion I can see how other people might like that scene as a way to show how truly awful Fantine’s life became.

Oookkkayyy Fantine’s arrest. Personally I liked the beginning of this scene! As always Oyelowo was incredible and his Javert was rough (but he did just drag a woman off a gentleman and she was attacking him so I think that’s not an unexpected or totally unreasonable reaction) and dismissive, and I loved Fantine begging him to let her go and then calling Madeleine a monster. Big oof but in a good way. Making me feel feelings.

Javert literally throwing her to the ground felt a little too much? But Davies it Just Like That apparently :/

My main problem with this scene was actually Valjean-who-doesn’t-really-feel-like-Valjean-anymore. What Fantine says about him is all true. We aren’t given any reason to believe he changed at all from the man in Toulon. Instead of Fantine being hurt by ✨society✨ it’s Valjean himself who is the direct cause of her suffering. ( @pilferingapples explains this much better and in a lot more detail here!) Add on the fact that Davies established earlier on that Valjean was potentially attracted to Fantine and this totally messes up his motivation for helping her too and oof I hate it :,) Valjean has been turned into a dislikable character, Fantine’s hatred for him specifically is justified and Javert is becoming a sympathetic character! What did you do to my emotional support dad Jean Valjean Davies?? D:<

Hhhh the scene when Javert asks to be dismissed... it’s good!! The dialogue feels a lot better and Oyelowo is incredible and it’s as tense and dramatic as it should be! Except! It isn’t Javert asking to be dismissed. It’s Javert actually being dismissed. Because Valjean says nothing. No insistence that Javert remain as a police inspector. Nothing. That’s! Not! Jean Valjean! Davies! And how is that even going to work with the storyline is Javert just going to get his job back after Valjean confesses?? Is this the Bad End where Valjean never even goes to Aras and Javert looses his job as an inspector?? What are you doing here Davies?? Uuughh this isn’t actually a bad episode it’s just Valjean’s awful mischaracterisation that’s killing me here!!

To continue the thread of Valjean’s Awful Mischaracterisation, shouting at who I think is Sister Simplice?? Oof.

I know I mentioned the candlesticks being buried in the woods before but. Why?? Valjean has no candlesticks to throw into the fire so instead it’s Petit Gervais’ coin that takes their symbolic place. I know I said I was happy to have Petit Gervais included but that doesn’t mean I wanted his ghost to haunt Valjean and take the symbolic place of Myriel :,,) So yeah. Weird choice but go off I guess??

I still. Am kind of hopeful that perhaps Valjean’s characterisation might improve in later episodes? It’s only episode 2 right we’ve got 4 more to go! But at the same time I’m nervous that It’s Only Going To Get Worse :,) Anyway I’d die for Oyelowo’s Javert and he’s good.

Well there are my Hot Takes on what actually happened in the episode now it’s Animal Symbolism O’clock >:3

The bird symbolism is back baby!! And I really loved the way this was done! The bird is symbolic of Cosette. Working in Madeleine’s factory is how Fantine is able to send the Thenardiers money for Cosette and she makes a little bird while she’s at work. However when the bird is discovered, Fantine is told that if she keeps making things like that instead of working she’ll be fired. Foreshadowing! The discovery of Cosette is what gets her fired. I’m genuinely impressed with this this is some proper complex symbolism!

Bird symbolism can’t save you from your Valjean related sins Davies but Valjean being given Fantine’s jet bird after he fires her can also be seen as foreshadowing for Valjean meeting Cosette, but also a signal that Fantine can’t look after Cosette anymore and won’t be able to go and fetch her like she wanted because she doesn’t have her job anymore.

There’s also the continued use of wild beast/non-human creature to refer to those outside of polite and civilised society when Javert asks Valjean “you would risk your good name to help a creature like that?” during Fantine’s arrest.

Still nothing to connect Javert to dogs though :/ But I’m still hopeful! Maybe next episode!

#Les Miserables #les mis #bbc miniseries #javert #jean valjean #fantine #monsters of our making

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gray-autumn-sky · 5 years

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Let Fate Decide

Robin is a clumsy British artist who joins an expedition to Africa. Regina is a Spanish girl who raised herself in the jungle. What will happen when their worlds collide?

A OQ - Tarzan AU for @starscythe. :)

Regina’s jaw clenches as she stoops in the brush, just beyond the sandy beach, watching as a ship nears and praying it’ll continue on its way and never dock. Most of the time, that’s what happens when she spots a ship on the horizon—it just keeps going until it disappears from her sight.

Most of the time, but not always, and the sinking feeling in her stomach tells her that this time, the ship will dock and usher in all the uncertainty that comes with sharing her tiny island.

Her eyes narrow as she tries to take in the ship’s details without moving closer and potentially revealing herself.

The ship looks smaller than the others she usually spots hovering near the island and, though she’s not sure, she thinks she sees a gaggle of men hanging off the side, looking at the coast with monoculars pressed to their eyes, inspecting their “discovery.”

She rolls her eyes, thinking about how many times her island has been “discovered.”

Usually, the discoveries are made by military ships, but this ship seems too small to be one of those. The British flag waves from the top of the foremast, but there are no walled-in decks or visible windows indicating the officers’ quarters. She doesn’t see any cannons poking out of a gun deck and she doesn't spot gun swings mounted on top of the rails.

And the men hanging off the side look too plucky to be soldiers, and none of them don the red uniform she’s come to associate with soldiers.

Biting down on her lip, she bristles.

With military, there’s a routine.

They dock their ship and row toward the island in smaller boats. They bring with them their loud guns and loud mouths, and they spend a handful of days stomping around the beaches and jungle. They slash vines with their swords and trample plants with their heavy boots, and terrorize the small animals that are unfortunate enough to come into their path.

But they don’t stay, and for the most part, she can stay out of their way.

They raid the coastal village on the opposite side of the island, stealing their food and valuables, and sometimes their people. But at the first sign of bad weather or the roar of one of the large cats that call the jungle home, they flee. They board their ships and sail away in search of a new conquest, and they’re never seen or heard from again.

And that’s how she likes it.

Passengers, however, stay.

Instead of guns they bring with their bibles and an air of moral superiority with them. They cut down trees and build rudimentary huts that won’t withstand a storm. They scavenge for food, plucking berries and making poor attempts at catching fish, and they make the villagers feel sorry for them.

She hates that the villagers always fall for it. She’s seen it happen more than once.

They help the passengers build walls around their huts and they help them to reinforce their roofs. They teach them to hunt and fish and store food, and then the passengers insist on offering some form of repayment. Sometimes, that means lessons in civilized life, other times it means lessons in religion. Sometimes, it’s darker than that, and sometimes it’s a blend of all the passengers have to offer.

And that’s always the worst of it.

That’s why she’s alone...

They don’t seem to understand the harm that they do; instead, they seem entitled to it.

They seem entitled to everything.

Her stomach churns as the ship nears. It’s too close to the coast to not be coming for it.

Couching lower, she shrinks down and her shoulder rise to her ears. She regrets coming closer for a better look, wishing she’d stayed up on the bluff, keeping a safe distance from the beach. Momentarily, her eyes press closed and her heart beats faster, pounding in her ears as her knees begin to shake.

Ahoy! she hears a man’s voice call out, and again, she shrinks back, flinching at her memories and trying to ward them off. She likes that most of the time she doesn't have to think about them, and she hates times like these when they come rushing back to her.

Her heart beats even faster—painfully, like it might explode—and she swallows the breath she’s holding.

She can see the passengers now. They’re still far off and, at the distance that they are, they look harmless. But she’s thought that before, and unlike the villagers, she doesn't make the same mistake twice.

She hears a man’s voice call out something—she doesn't hear the words, she couldn’t possibly over her heartbeat—and it sends a shiver down her spine.

Finally, as she watches two row boats being lowered down the side of the ship, she edges back and rises. Momentarily her legs feel shaky and she feels exposed; but she knows they can’t see her. She’s smarter than that—and just as the row boats hit the water, the turns on her heels and takes off running, propelling herself as far into the jungle as she can, and hoping with everything in her that they won’t stay long.

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Robin yawns as he sits up in bed, feeling vaguely nauseous from the light swaying of the ship.

He and the rest of the expedition arrived two days ago, finding an absolute paradise. From the white-sand beaches to the thick, lush foliage to the colorful birds he spotted flying over head, everything was just so beautiful.

The more he saw, the more he wanted to see, and as he kicks away his blanket and reaches for his glasses, deciding that today was going to be the day he did it. After all, he’d been brought along for the sole purpose of capturing the island’s beauty.

He pulls on his pants and a shirt, and hastily shoves his feet into his boots before rising to steal a glimpse in his looking glass. He grins at his appearance. He’s decidedly less green and the dark bags under his eyes that arrived a day after the crew set out on the expedition seem to have disappeared—and now that he considers it, he doesn’t feel even remotely nauseous.

The voyage was hard on him. Prior to signing up, he’d never been on a boat, much less a ship, and he’d been unprepared for just how unsteady he’d feel. Even when the air was still and the sun was shining, he felt uneasy, like he could never quite gain his footing. He stumbled and swayed whenever he was up on the main deck, and over the course of the six-week voyage, he could barely keep food down. The others on the expedition lightly teased him about his uselessness—or, at least, that’s how he chose to take it—often rolling their eyes and muttering comments about tossing him overboard.

But now, he felt refreshed.

The warm tropical air seemed to suit him and now that the ship was docked, he felt less queasy. As he gathered together his things, he could smell the porridge and salt pork cooking up on the main deck and he could hear John and Will planning out their day in the room down the hall, but none of what they wanted to do sounded pleasing to him. They seem more interested in the main land, while he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off the island. Their plans were too deliberate and calculated, too. He wasn’t interested in the business side of the expedition, and of course, their mission was far different from his. They were reporting back to a colonial governor about their findings and mapping out possible settlements, testing the soil to determine what could be grown and which would be most profitable. He, on the other hand, had paid his own way. He didn’t care about cash crops or being rewarded with a lucrative post; instead, he simply wanted to explore and soak in the beauty of an exotic land.

And if he could sell his pictures, that would be an added bonus.

In his bag, he’d already managed to shove his drawing pad and a set of watercolors, a little easel that was relatively lightweight and meant for travel, a journal and pen set, and already, it was bursting at the seams. He had a pouch of crackers that could be attached to his belt loop and a pair of binoculars that could be worn around his neck, but he had no idea how to carry his camera.

He frowned at the contraption. It was bulky and required its own bag. It came with a box of film and a heavy wooden tripod, and figuring out just the right angle and which buttons to press was tricky.

It’d been a gift from his grandmother—or, well, the woman he considered to be his grandmother—and she’d gifted it to him with the exact purpose of photographing this trip. She’d saved for more than a year to buy it for him, and though the Folding Kodak came out earlier that year and was far cheaper, she’d chosen this model because the salesman at the store ensured her that it was the best. She bought him a photograph album, too, that had pre-spaced spots for the 4x5 photo cards.

He’d hate to disappoint her by returning with an empty album.

So, he lifts first bag onto his shoulder and then slings the camera bag across his chest, a low oof sound escaping him as the weight falls to his shoulders. But after a few adjustments, he finds it more comfortable, and when he practices trudging across his room, he doesn't find it all that difficult—of course, the jungle terrain will be more of a challenge, but he decides its a challenge that he’s up for.

He ignores Gold and the others jeering at him as he walks down the deck, and offers John and Will a wave, calling out that he’ll be back by suppertime as he hops into one of the row boats and lowers himself into the water. Then, as he hits the water, he can’t help but smile as thrill runs down his spine. He draws in a long, deep breath and breathes in the hot air, turning his face up toward the sky to momentarily bask in the warmth—and then, after a moment, he rows himself to the coast.

Robin spends the next several hours just exploring. He doesn’t set up his easel or pull out his camera, instead, he decides to spend the day taking it all in; then, tomorrow, he’ll return to some of his favorite spots to paint and snap a few photographs. After all, there’s no rush. The expedition is meant to last months, and today is only the first day. He trudges through the thick foliage, unable to believe how bright and green everything is. He spots vines that look like something from a science fiction novel and flowers in colors he never knew existed. He takes a moment to watch birds soar above the trees and he finds himself mesmerized watching bright orange fish swim beneath the clear blue water.

It doesn't occur to him until he’s deep into the jungle that he should be afraid of the poisonous bugs and plants rumored to be here or the animals ready to tear him to shreds. For years, he’s read about the dangers of the African continent. Prehistoric bugs and large vicious cats, wild-eyed people armed with spears and plants that could strangle the life out of a human. But all that seemed a bit too far-fetched to be real, and every time it occurred to him that he should be worried, those thoughts were fleeting, quickly replaced by his amazement over how strikingly gorgeous everything was.

It was darker in the jungle than it was on the coast, but everything was still vibrantly colored, and thought he probably should have been more intentional about his path, he couldn’t help but let himself wander aimlessly, taking in whatever he could. His eyes were perpetually round and his mouth agape, and more than once he’d tripped over a low-hanging vine of a thick tree root popping up from the earth. He paid attention to every sound and made mental notes of the things he wanted to see again, and the back of his neck prickled with excitement.

All the while, he never saw a soul or any indication that anyone lived in this absolute utopia, and more than once, he wondered if humans had ever even touched this bit of earth. Every now and then, he was reminded that he wasn’t entirely alone though. Birds would sing and little animals would scurry out of his path, and every now and then, he felt like a pair of eyes was watching him.

But he saw no one and never dwelled on that particular feeling, he was enjoying himself far too much for that.

A bird called out and he spun around, looking upward to catch a glimpse of it, wondering if its feathers could possibly be as beautiful as its song—and as he did the weight of his camera shifted and his boot caught on a fallen branch. He lost he lost his footing in an ungraceful fall, and though there was no one around to witness it, he felt his cheeks warm with embarrassment.

He sighed as he looked down at his muddy hands, and it was then that he noticed just how blurry they were.

For the first time, he feels panic settling at his core as he spins his head around in search of his glasses. He sees splotches of green everywhere and suddenly, every sound seems augmented. His heart beats faster as he crawls around, patting his hands in the mud as he searches for his glasses—and then, for the first time, he hears footsteps. He looks around wildly, calling out a frightened who’s there? that goes unanswered, then as he hears footsteps nearing, he holds his breath and braces himself.

But nothing comes.

No animal roars. No teeth sink into his skin, and as a hand outstretched, he squints, watching his glasses come into view. His brow furrows and he blinks at them, but still not moving to take them and finding that he’s not yet able to. All he seems capable of is staring at the thin gold frames as they perch on the tips of a woman’s fingers.

For a moment, he doesn’t understand, swallowing hard as he reaches for them his heart racing as he tries to find his voice, wanting to thank her for coming to his rescue

But by the time he puts them on, she’s gone—completely vanished, like she was never there.

#oq ff #outlaw queen #oq au #tarzan au

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Rabbit’s Top 10 fics of 2018

Fun fact: over half of my Masterlist was written this year.

Mind completely blown, considering my free time crashed and burned around the time manfriend and I had a new addition to our family. I have no idea what I even did with my time before my second child or how I didn’t have more fics last year.

I couldn’t have done it without your feedback and support, and I’m also blown away by how popular a few of my fics became. I know notes aren’t everything. They’re like that line in Whose Line is it Anyway: where the games are made up and the points don’t matter. But that doesn’t stop content creators from feeling good when something takes off.

So thank you. For all your likes, comments, and especially your reblogs and more time intensive feedback. Below the cut are the top 10 fics that you guys really enjoyed this year and a little something about them :)

10. Pick Me Up (Gabriel x reader) - Gabriel shows up on your least favorite holiday and tries to cheer you up with some pick-up lines.

This fic almost didn’t get written. It was for a pick up line challenge and I busted it out at the very last minute. Overall, I’m pretty happy with it, but I wish I’d had a little more time to expand on it.

9. Imagine Gabriel realizing he loves you but not knowing how to deal with that… (Gabriel x reader)

Ah, yes. My imagines that aren’t really imagines in that my wordy ass can’t help but write more than a little snippet. I’m pretty proud I was able to keep this one short and you guys still were pleased with it :)

8. Caught in the Act (Gabriel x reader) - The reader’s looking for some help getting a release and finds more than she bargained for.

I can’t believe this is actually a thing (or that Cas’ white ass made it into the warnings). The porno ideas started as a crack conversation between myself and the wonderful @blondecoffeecake and collided with a request I’d been trying to write (unsuccessfully) for a few weeks. I meant to do a follow up to this one but never got around to it.

7. Never Again (Gabriel x reader) - Dean has you meet them at the bunker where what you lost so long ago comes walking back through the door.

The episodes this fic is based around haunt me. Not only with what happens in them or what it means in canon for Gabriel’s character, but with all the possibilities they create. I loved exploring, albeit briefly, what might happen if Gabriel returned and had had someone waiting for him this entire time.

6. Long Enough (Gabriel x reader) - Kiss prompt: staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them before giving in

This is just one of those straightforward fics that capture the moment where things tip from friendship to more than friends. Nothing but fluffy feels and heart floofs in under 1k words.

5. Within the Dark (Gabriel x reader) - request for having to hide with very limited space in the dark, bodies pressed together, his breath on your neck, tension building until it snaps.

This was another S13 fic that branched off and looked at another what if things were slightly different scenarios. I wrote it parallel to the episodes as the were airing, which I love doing and wish I had more time to do. It’s just so much fun to take things and run with it before the writers potentially mess it up and make me bitter about their plot lines.

4. Kibble (Gabriel x reader) - Sam and Dean ask Gabriel to cat sit for you, and it leads to a surprising discovery.

Fluff! So much fluff here. Men who are soft with animals is my kryptonite and you can’t tell me Gabriel wouldn’t be a big ol’ marshmallow when it came to small furry things. This is also another mind blower in this fic made the top 5 with almost 300 notes and it wasn’t posted until late October. Guess I’m not the only one who likes me some soft archangel.

3. Imagine Gabriel and Loki playing a high stakes game of poker and the prize is you (Gabriel x reader, Loki x reader)

Oof. I’ve been meaning to write a full version for this for so long. This might have also been my first fic with Loki in it. I remember trying to write him for weeks, and everything I tried I just kept rewriting. I definitely had cold feet around him until I finally just wrote him, and now he consumes at least half my creative energy when I should be completing commissions. Fucker.

2. Third Time’s a Charm: Part 1 (Gabriel x reader) - Gabriel unexpectedly comes to your aid and reveals a part of himself you never expected to see.

This was written for my Smut Apocalypse (which I hope to be able to again this year in some form). There’s no actual smut here, just the precurser setting the story up for it. I had a loosely outlined idea for the direction I wanted to take this series in, but after the response the first two parts got, I’ve gotten cold feet because I’m afraid the subsequent chapters won’t measure up to the first two 😶

Which pretty much means your most liked fic of the year was…

1. Third Time’s a Charm: Part 2 (Gabriel x reader) - You don’t know what to expect from Gabriel now that you know about mates, and despite Cas’ attempt to help, nothing could prepare you for what happens when you invite the archangel over to talk.

This fic, by far, has the most notes out of any that I’ve ever posted. Not counting part 1, my next most popular fic ever trails by 130+ notes. I guess y’all are really big fans of the mate/possessive smut. I never expected it to be this popular, or any of my fics for that matter, and it makes me really happy that so many of you enjoyed it :)

So those were your favorite fics of last year. I hope 2019 allows me to continue to bring you guys new content and that you continue to enjoy my work!

#Rabbit's top 10 of 2018 #thank you guys

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eenefangirlanalysis · 6 years

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The episode begins with a classroom exploding!

Pick an Ed was the sixth episode to take place in the school.

The school season was not a favorite among fans. It wasn’t my favorite either for some time. After a while it grew on me. There is a story that the writers follow through each episode. And the seasons echos through the movie. The Eds have not been okay for a while. So the fight isn’t out of the blue in Big Picture Show. It’s been coming on for a while.

From the start of the school season the Eds are immediately put against one another in Mission Ed Possible where Edd was going to personally hand deliver Ed and Eddy’s terrible report cards to their parents.

The kids are even more tough on the Eds. They still don’t understand their friendship. When the notice the Eds fighting they tend to egg it on.

Freedom was a huge theme in the first four seasons. Even when there are episodes that take place out from the school you can still feel the vibe that they’re trapped now a new school year has started.

As I discussed in a recent question I answered each Ed is notably different. Or they’re flanderized. Ed is dumbed down, Edd is arrogant, snarky and acts as if he doesn’t care about his friends, while Eddy is more angry and selfish.

They each have varying opinions about school.

I have a theory that Edd was once homeschooled until fourth grade. In canon, the cul-de-sac kids are in sixth grade. School is Edd’s safe place while he was more vulnerable in the summer. Season 1-4 was the first summer the Eds hung out as friends. In the flashback scene from when the Eds first met as kids Edd had social skills beyond his years for a five year old. But, then they diminished and he hardly says a word, or takes charge in season 1.

Regaining the social skills that he lost and feeling more confident Edd believes he can guide himself. But, then he learns he can’t live without Ed and Eddy. Eddy has guided him.

As for Eddy’s behavior we know that Eddy’s brother has had a history through the Peach Creek school system. If his report card changing kit is enough evidence I don’t what is. The teachers automatically distrust Eddy. Eddy didn’t even fight against anyone when he was given detention for the zillion photo copies that were made of his school photo. Did Eddy even try? Or did he know it was worthless? Sad.

As for Ed there is a theory that he has a skull fracture which was never properly tended to by a doctor. It might be defecting his mentality. He’s also very depended on Edd and Eddy who guide him. They start to pay less attention to Ed.

Sorry, I don’t mean to go on rants but that was analyzing is for.

Onwards!

Kevin and Jonny exit the room quite disgusted. Their clothes are dirty.

It’s rare whenever Jonny is angry at anyone. He claims that he’s peace loving and yet he kicked Edd in the shin in Tag Yer Ed.

A rather proud Eddy, sporting a Bro chin, exits the room with an irate Edd in tow.

Eddy could care less about the detention, crumpling up the slip, while Edd rants that this is yet another detention for he and Eddy.

I thought you never had a detention before, Edd. That’s what you revealed in Hanky Panky Hullabaloo. That special was made before season 5 ever aired. Was Edd just trying to make up an excuse to get himself out?

I wonder how many detentions he and Eddy have had since the start of the new school year? By the way of Edd’s reaction it makes me think they never got much in past school years. Again, Edd was not close friends with Ed and Eddy yet.

School has also made Edd question his friendship. Is it worth being friends with two people who aren’t smart like him and also get him into trouble? Edd was very close to walking away from his friendship when he realized how important Ed and Eddy are are to him.

School has always been where Edd thrived. Since returning to the new year Edd is faced with a challenge. Is school first? Or his friends?

I also really like the directing and storyboarding in this scene.

Oh and also notice the sign? ‘No Rough Housing: We Don’t Want a Law Suit

THEORY: What if Bro has caused so much trouble in the past that an angry parent did sue the school giving it a bad reputation!

Eddy already has a bad reputation that he can’t escape.

But, is Eddy copy Bro’s history? Does he believe rebeling is worth it? Or is it worth trying to be a good student knowing that ‘Terrible Terrel McGee’ had a dark legacy. That’s @camriko-arts name for Eddy’s Brother. It fits well!

“It's all fun and games until academic grades fall, mister!"

Hmm, maybe Edd’s grades are not so good for the first time.

Eddy just throws the crumpled detention slip in Edd’s face to get him to shut up.

And then Eddy painfully pinches Edd’s cheek while telling him that getting detention builds character.

Yeah, we all know who Eddy has heard this from. It’s like his final line in the first episode. “A little childhood trauma builds character.”

I also like how the Eds are drawn to small when they’re in school. The school overpowers them while they feel bigger in the cul-de-sac.

Oof, look at that glare. Edd is done with Eddy.

I feel that the series is also about Edd and Eddy’s blooming friendship/relationship. They were still connecting in season 1. Over time they learn how to live with each others behaviors or quirks. Season 5-BPS was the downfall in their friendship. There is tension between them and they’re put against each other.

Edd and Eddy’s friendship is important. They can’t live without each other. If It was so furious with Eddy why didn’t he leave? He was to going to in Big Picture Show. Eddy tests him. Edd also opens up more. Eddy makes him think about the facts and also listen.

As Edd and Eddy continue down the hall arguing, Ed walks by also holding a detention slip.

Not just Edd and Eddy get detention! So did Ed! Why did Edd state that only he and Eddy had a detention? See they leave out Ed.

Great direction with Edd and Eddy exiting the scene while Ed makes a discovery.

There are so many easy to miss background moments in this show. Look at the bulletin board!

A New Janitor! [GASP!] Remember when Nazz had a petition for cuter guys as janitors in the episode previous?!?! I HAVE NEVER NOTICED THAT!

A paper for a volunteer.

A notice for ‘Peach Creek Salmon Watching’

Something is lost. We’ll see the lost and found momentarily.

Sign ups for a math tutor. I wonder if this is Edd. He’s Eddy’s math tutor in The Eds are Comin’.

And... school photos. The foreshadowing of the dreaded episode.

Edd continues to argue with Eddy hovering the detention slip right over Eddy.

Eddy has no respect for the teacher Edd states that the teacher had every right to be angry considering that the electrical rewiring will take weeks.

Edd respects authority. Because he has to. He respects his parents who don’t fully give that to him. Edd believes that if he is a good student for teachers or the principal they’ll look at him differently then how his parents think about Edd. That’s another reason why he may want to leave his friendship with Ed and Eddy behind.

I also like how in season 5 you get the vibe that the adults are there more. A teacher signed off on his detention slip. In seasons past they were free from adults, mostly. Here they’re surrounded and they have to stick to routine made for them.

I like this Eddy look. It’s the real Eddy for a second. He doesn’t like close proximity.

Eddy just smacks Edd right in the back. Uncalled for and I’m only assuming that Eddy is trying to have fun. He missed summer where he can just hang out with his friends and have no worries.

Although the Eds only played like kids in season 1-2. They did have their kids moments but the scams took over.

He pulls Edd into a forceful laugh trying to laugh it out.

Eddy knows that their friendship is dwindling. He’s trying to make it better. But he doesn’t know how seeing how he never had the best example of friendship. Depending if Bro had friends of his own it’s up to head canons how you think they got along.

Yeah, how is that not EddEddy?

He keeps talking about the incident in the science room. “You should have seen the look on your face, sockhead.”

Ed also joins in. He steals Eddy’s run!

Edd’s just looking at Ed as if he’s come from another planet. He’s really gotten out of the loop.

Edd and Eddy’s fights worry Ed.

Ed is the glue that keeps Edd and Eddy together! He’s scared of their friendship one day falling apart. They’re the only friends that Ed has. He’s making them all hug it out to remember the good times. Ed may always look happy but he’s struggling on the inside.

Here’s one of those screenshots where you have to guess what’s going on if you’ve never seen the show.

Ed looks really sassy.

“And did you see the look on Ed's face? I almost wet my eyebrow, guys! Chump here sure knows funny, boy!"

You get a pretty good vibe of the Eds rocky friendship.

No friendship is perfect. That’s a good lesson in this series.

Wait, what did Ed just call Eddy?

#ed edd n eddy #eene #Eddy Appreciation Month #Pick an Ed #eene season 5 #Ed #Edd #Eddy #eene friendship #eene analysis #character analysis #EddEddy #eene head canons #ed edd n eddy big picture show #every which way but ed #tight end ed #Nazz #Cool Hand Ed #Eddy's Brother

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AY2019/2020 Y1S2 Module Reviews

AY2019/2020 year 1 semester 2 review

Wew this semester was more of a honeymoon period for me still since I cant advance past CS1010S - this is only the first CS mod i have to take big oof. First half of the sem was spent mostly on (re)doing CS1010S AFAST and the rest went to catching up on other modules that are of relatively lower intensities compared to modules i imagine i will have to take next semester? The most challenging mods this sem goes to CS1010S, EC1301 and also.. ST2334? About half of the semester was done at home though due to the COVID-19 pandemic and so the never-ending heap of online lectures to review (for which i am always behind on unfortunately). I have no need to S/U any module this sem fortunately but that also means I might have effectively wasted my last COVID S/Us. I’m also the kind that is happy enough just to pass.

Modules taken this semester:

CS1010S (AFAST)

GEH1031

GES1041

EC1301

ST2334

MKT1705X

CS1010S Programming Methodology (Python) – AFAST

School of Computing

Prof: Ben Leong

Exam Dates: 16 Jan (Midterm Mock - not graded) / 24 Feb (Practical Exam) / 28 Feb (Finals)

Weightage:

Coursemology – 25%

Participation – 5%

Midterm test – NA

Practical exam – 20%

Final assessment – 50%

Since i took the alternative finals i have updated the final weightage for this module (last sems CS1010S had different weightages).

As we already know, this module (or any CS modules in general) easily has the highest workload compared to other modules, except this time without needing to complete missions every week? Also since its a re-module, there were no lectures/tutorials/recitations for this module and the prof spent lesser time than the first module with us. There is just one consultation slot per week that lasts about 1.5-2h, where the TAs/ prof Ben goes through exam questions over the past years and where students get to voice any doubts they might have. Hence, a lot of self-discipline is required on our part to grind past year papers consistently and drill our brains. Not sure if i’ve mentioned this before, but it’s nice of them to provide comprehensive worked solutions for about 50 exam papers (or maybe more) the profs claimed it was the only module in NUS to be doing this. Prof mentioned he was a bit disappointed in our batch as many werent putting in considerable effort right from the start aka ponning consultation slots arranged over the holidays (in December) - which is a lot of effort coming from the professor to arrange this just for our batch (first batch of CS1010S AFAST). Just name me any prof who does this for their students, coming back over the holidays to teach unpaid. Those who were not at level 50 in Coursemology had more time now to finish the missions/side-quests needed to achieve level 50 and get the full points for Coursemology (as we were expected to in Sem 1). Things were a bit rusty after the holidays at the start but it became better with practice. Was a bit disappointed at not being able to get question 2 right during the written paper (finals) it was a bit of an IQ-ish problem solving question. Anyways winged the 4m what-did-you-learn essay question (as usual) at the end as a saving grace and passed albeit by a very bit. I improved by 2 marks ?? compared to the last semester for finals, not the nicest thing to see after so much effort being put in but still. I think I’m just better at writing essays than coding....

Results for the PE

Mean is 14. Median is also 14. Standard Deviation is 7.6. Highest grades was 30/30 Question 1 turned out to be harder than we had intended, but Q2 was quite easy and most of Q3 was doable by most, as you can see in the results. Passing mark for PE is roughly 10/30.

Mean is 51/10, median is 53/100 and standard deviation is 14.4. Highest was 81/100. Generally, the performance was much worse than we had expected. Pass grade for Finals is roughly 40/100.

Basically, if got 10/30 for PE and 40/100 for Finals and you have done your Coursemology assignments you can expect a C grade. If not, then prepare to SU. CS1010S is not graded on a curve. We set question to test that you have mastered certain concepts and your final grade is a reflection of what you seem to have mastered as reflected by your exam performance.

This whole module was done by recess week so we have more time to focus on other mods. Honestly will be happy enough just to pass. Now, how do i survive CS23030 and CS2040 rip.

GEH1031 Understanding the Universe

Faculty of Science (Physics)

Prof: Cindy Ng

Weightage:

Term Test 1 (3 Mar) – 25%

Term Test 2 (16 Apr) – 25%

Video presentation 5 Apr – 25%

Video critiques 17 Apr – 10%

Astrophotograph 17 Apr – 10%

Quizzes – 10%

Ng is relatively a slower-paced lecturer, which is good for someone like me who cant keep up with faster-paced profs. 2x on her elearning lecture videos makes the best pace imo. Her lecture slides are concise and simple, and will suffice in revision. While she does explain more in depth especially for concepts that are harder to grasp (not many) during the lecture i love that she keeps her lecture slides straight forward to the point. Everything was in point form, short and sweet much appreciated. Also if you pay attention to her lectures, you will do well for the quizzes at the end of each chapter for sure. Though i think you get the marks for quizzes as long as you did them before each deadline like participation marks kinda (?) rather than being graded on whether you answered them correctly. I didn’t do too well for term test 2 unfortunately and I also only just found out you can display the statistics of where you place among the cohort in LUMINUS and needless to say I didn’t place too well. It’s a relatively manageable module though there’s still a lot of content. Term test 1 consisted of MCQs and about 3 2m questions which she call “essay questions” which can be misleading for some (like me!). The MCQs are very tricky and most come in the format of these options: is A/ is not A/ is B/ is not B and you have to pick the right combination (2) out of these 4 options to score 1 point, which of course means less chances of getting them correct compared to the usual 25% in a typical MCQ. Term test 2 was held on LUMINUS at home, and this time since its an e-exam there was only 10mins to do about 25 MCQ, leaving only 0.4 minutes = 24s for 1 MCQ, which proved to be really stressful for many as voiced out by other cohort mates in the forum section (so very valid). The e-exam also had an essay component, 2m per question with 4 questions under 10 minutes. The implementation of this time constraint was to prevent cheating but the duration given was (I feel) unreasonable. As for the video presentation, we had to come up with a 7 min (at most) video most of which lasts 5/6mins on a news article in 2020 regarding astronomy. We had to form groups of 3 at the start of the semester, and were told to look for members on the forums if we did not have enough members. It is not necessary to show your face so you can be creative! For my group, we had a Germany graduate exchange student to work with us which was really cool. Our group’s theme was NASA’s discovery of exoplanets with the use of TESS which was wrapped up in March, before the deadline in April. Really thankful for him to prompt us each week for progress and have it done and over with instead of rushing it last minute when things get busy during reading week. (I think the guy was really done with us im so sorry Philipp if you are reading this.) Also since term test 2 was done by mid-April we had more time allocated for other modules to prepare for finals (swee). Video critiques were supposedly 50 words long if i remembered correctly but i didnt find out until i hit the submit button and :_D i left 1/2-liners for each. One of the criteria of this video critique was showing that you have watched the videos of other groups well but i dont rmb my critiques proving that ive watched the videos carefully though i really did. I think our group did the best in our cluster though! (based on the critiques). For the astrophotograph, we could take part in the astronomy sessions held on a Friday of every month to use the telescopes but there wasn’t any this semester sadly due to the pandemic.

GES1041 Everyday Ethics in Singapore

Faculty of Arts and Sciences (Philosophy)

Prof: Chin Chuan Fei

Weightage:

4 Journal Entries – 20%

4 Reading Quizzes – 20%

Group Report – 10%

Group Presentation – 20%

Finals – 40%

Chin’s lectures are pretty enjoyable, his voice/tone really suits lectures. He is a very approachable person too and willing to share a lot of experiences relevant to the topic at hand. He includes snippets of related videos in his slides many of which are insightful that made me share with my friends too. There is a total of 4 main themes in the module which are namely inequality, meritocracy, multiculturalism and migration and he also introduced the use of an ethical toolbox to helps us reach a more definitive thought process especially for an abstract topic like philosophy. I didn’t realise this was a philo mod when bidding for it so I was really surprised when i went for the first lecture (like bro it clearly says ETHICS what was i thinking). I also thought it would be something similar to Social Studies but was proven wrong. There are compulsory readings to do each week, about 20 pages long usually per reading and they are all chapters from books written by other Singaporean philosophers regarding the themes gone through which helped to widen my perspectives and broadened my horizons, those were some really good selection of readings. I have learned more things than I previously knew about the foreign domestic workers, migrant workers, racism in Singapore among the many topics we have dealt with.

This module is for those who are :

Comfortable with reading a lot every week (i put a lot here because i dont usually read)

Comfortable with writing essays (journal entry) 500 words each

Proficient in English (some of the expressions used can be quite complex and may take you a much longer time to process and understand especially with the reading quizzes that tests your comprehension of the readings - really just comprehension in true GP fashion)

Have a lot of experience in this field, those under social work would have many and will be able to share relevant experiences in the journal entry

Interested about the aforementioned themes

Reading quizzes are like comprehension style questions: do your readings and the questions tests you on what you have read so you just have to look for evidence of each option, the questions will refer you to the specific page/reading that will guide you (nice of them to do so). Journal entries and reading quizzes occur on an alternative week basis so reading quizzes followed by journal then reading quiz again and so forth. Nearing the end, you will be grouped according to who you sit close with and you will work together with your group members to work on a project that will have 2 overlapping themes about any policies/ observations of Singapore. It is advisable for the scope to not be too broad. e.g. we chose to talk about offering Muslim food in school canteens vs non-Muslim food (fewer food options for Muslims) and this encompasses both the multiculturalism and inequality themes. The group report will be due before the presentation and it helps identify some main points you will then talk about later during the presentation. Because of the COVID-19 pandemic, the group presentation this semester was done on Microsoft Powerpoint through voice-over slides. God bless, and there goes the need to memorise scripts especially with the finals season so near. The professor was really accommodating and gave us more time to prepare the voice-over slides when he announced that it will be held on powerpoint too. Finals was 20 MCQs in 1 hour on LUMINUS, the questions were similar to the reading quizzes (5 MCQs per quiz).

EC1301 Principles of Economics

Faculty of Arts and Sciences (Economics)

Prof: Ong Ee Cheng

Tutor: Devika

Weightage:

Pre/post-lecture Quizzes

Class Participation

Midterms 7 Mar

Finals 29 Apr

Can’t find the actual breakdown of scores sorry!

Bell-curve is really really steep for this one since its purely MCQ. Divided into micro and macroeconomics so first half of the sem was micro then the other half was macro. Finals was about 70% macro and 30% micro since micro was already tested for midterms. Every week, there’s a pre-lecture quiz to be done before the lecture and a post-lecture quiz due before the next lecture to reinforce your learning. There’s also supplementary readings that were given but i gave up on it by the third week. The way it is taught is a bit different from what I was used to in JC the things they focus on is also a bit different. There’s more calculations than JC whereas JC economics was more conceptual? I took only H1 economics so a lot of concepts were fresh for me like monopolism, comparative/absolute advantages, income elasticity etc. Both midterms and finals was held on Examplify with a lockdown on everything including wifi. The lecturer also provides additional practice questions in the form of quizzes nearing the exams instead of exam papers. To be honest, I felt this module was hard?? Not sure if anyone else felt the same way, it was a struggle.. I thought it was a fluff mod and boy was i very wrong about this. Also important thing to note is though this mod has MCQ-only exam, the MCQs are not 4 options but 6 options long with many tricky options and of course time constraint. Finals was 70/80 questions long in 1h iirc. Midterms was 40 questions. After the 3rd (?) tutorial, there was no more physical tutorials held just zoom tutorial sessions which only 3 ppl in my slot regularly attended. Towards the finals, a lot more zoom sessions were opened up and we could attend other TA’s zoom sessions this was a godsend thank you. My tutor wasn’t really clear in her explanations or maybe it is just me her accent came off a bit strong. I emailed her some questions but even now I have not receive any answers from her, she told me next week, and the next week became next next week and so on. I guess she must have had a lot on her plate. I didn’t think she was a good tutor. I flunked my midterms (5% percentile) so I was a bit dejected.

ST2334 Probability and Statistics

Faculty of Science (Statistics and Applied Probability)

Prof: Chan Yiu Man

Tutor: Li Shang

Weightage:

1. Quiz 1,2,3 (CA1) – 30% (?)

2. Finals – 60% (?)

Prof was really funny and friendly. Although his tutorials left me confused (my friends would care to disagree), his lectures were still pretty good. He always emphasised knowing what we are doing rather than doing the math blindly. The tutor was fast in his replies whenever I asked him questions by email. This module is an extension of statistics in JC, probability and many more probability distribution (F, chi-square, t test, z test) with terms we have never encountered before too (unless you took BT1101 but this mod focuses more on deriving the values than having a program-R calculate it for you). Ever since the outbreak, the lectures were converted to e-lecture slide style but each lesson would take 4 lectures (4h), instead of the 2 lecture per week so we had to spend more time watching the videos than usual. It is easy to be behind on videos when there is only e-lecture videos so much discipline is required to stay on task.

Finals was proctored with zoom and held on Luminus in the form of a quiz. We were expected to scan and submit a pdf with our workings after the exam. I did not have time to finish about 8 questions (a lot of marks gone) there were a total of 30 questions, spent too much time in front on the easier questions. I did study for the later questions but had no chance to utilize what I have revised (sad). I am really dead for this module i hope i dont fail this.

Update. God bless, thought i was really doomed for because i lost so many marks from not being able to finish 8/30 questions that have the most marks rewarded. Guess i really took time to make less mistakes on the previous questions.

MKT1705X Principles of Marketing

Business School (Marketing)

Prof: Regina Yeo

Tutor: Ms Canley

Weightage:

Individual Assignment – 15%

Group Assignment – 25% due in tutorials 4/5

Subject Pool – 10% *

Class Participation – 10% *

Final Exam 30 Apr – 40% *

* not too sure, checked from other reviewers

Individual assignment questions (total of 5) for tutorials 1-3 are given at the start for which the tutor will go through in the allocated weeks. We get to choose the question we want to do and if that week, the question will be discussed that week will be the deadline for our IAs. The other questions in the IA do not have to be submitted but will be discussed in class. There’s class participation for this module so people were more eager than I was used to, to answer questions in class. I had no opportunity to though in this module (halfway into the semester it became elearning), the tutor had too many hands to pick. The tutor was very accommodating and knew our difficulties and was willing to work out compromise. However, her classes were centered mainly on her experiences (which can be a bit boring) it could have been better if she went through the content. Understand that it is a fluff module that requires many examples, but would be good to relate them back to the content we are expected to master. Tutorials are held every alternate week and we are expected to do the individual questions even if we do not need to submit so that we have something at least to share in class. Subject pool was giveaway marks basically do 6 research surveys and u will get the full marks for that. Final exam comprises of 3 essay questions (40m, 30m, 30m) that you have to submit in 1.5h (i thought it was 2h during the paper rip mad rush for the end), no references/research needed but there’s a plagiarism checker by TurnItIn on luminus basically testing the application of concepts to examples.

I got a B+ for group assignment, and A- for individual assignment. I think i can only do essay styled questions, is this a sign to do arts.....

Oh the presentation was changed to a one-shot video recording (no stitching of individual videos together) instead of an actual presentation in front of your tutorial mates. I think a lot of other groups also read off their scripts but ours was really obvious. The tutor grades (structures her own bell-curve) based on those who attempted the same question to be more fair rather than comparing among all the different questions so in a way, the difficulty of the questions won’t affect your grade.

Epilogue. this is probably the last and only time i could do this well.... even if it does not fit the conventional definition of doing well......

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