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wanderingblindly · 25 days

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i see you reblog a director's cut post, i appear in your inbox <3

pls give me anything you choose as director's commentary on Someone in Seattle because i love her very much okay thank you!!!

see ya, love ya, bye!! xx

oh my god yes please let me talk about the undertaking that was Someone in Seattle i love you so much for this

Usually I kinda give a dissection of the entire fic, but i have a million things to say, so we're gonna start with just one fun fact and one scene:

The Studio Photoshoot:

Originally, their first photoshoot together -- the one with the flowers in the studio -- was going to end in a completely different tone; I wanted some sort of inadvertent confession.

The final version of the scene goes as follows:

“You think I’m beautiful then, Osc?” Oscar freezes, camera still held up to his eye. Lando’s gaze is sharp but his smile is small, no more than a quirk of the lips; it’s a more serious expression than Oscar’s seen, like his question is earnest. Like there’s more beneath it. “I –” He starts, lowering the camera to his chest. In a moment of silence, they look at each other, eye to eye. “Fuck off.” Lando brings his cup to his lips again, not breaking eye contact. “How’s the lighting?” “Getting there.”

But when I first typed it out, there was a slight difference in Oscar's response.

“You think I’m beautiful then, Osc?” Oscar freezes, camera still held up to his eye. Lando’s gaze is sharp but his smile is small, no more than a quirk of the lips; it’s a more serious expression than Oscar’s seen, like his question is earnest. Like there’s more beneath it. “I –” He starts, lowering the camera to his chest. In a moment of silence, they look at each other, eye to eye. Quietly, no more than a whispered exhale, he answers: “Yes.” Lando brings his cup to his lips again, not breaking eye contact. “How’s the lighting?” “Getting there.”

I thought it had a lot of potential as a moment because like, Oscar wouldn't really be confessing, exactly, but rather talking about his art. Obviously he thinks Lando is beautiful, or at the very least compelling, if he was willingly to ask him to model for his entire term portfolio. It still would have set him on edge, having to admit something like that out loud, and I think Actual Menace Lando would have enjoyed tormenting him.

It also had the added appeal of like, playing into the conflict at the end: Lando's convinced that Oscar only likes the concept of him, not the actual complicated person underneath. If Oscar had agreed here, it probably would have made that even WORSE.

The reason I didn't keep it is because I didn't want Oscar to start contemplating his feelings yet. I wanted him to continue being an idiot, and I wanted him to be able to pretend that he doesn't feel that way about Lando. Yet.

Oh, and I have some of the Pinterest photos that gave me some inspo for the set up! Here and here and here :)

Soundtrack:

I wrote this entire fic to two songs, which I played for over 1,000 minutes each :) very sane :) I liked the sort of soft wistfulness that both of these have when you zone out to them, it felt very fitting.

#i would love to talk about even more scenes if anyone cares to know!!!!!#or any of my other fics idc!!!!#THANK YOU FOR ASKING ME ANGEL I ADORE YOU!!#ask me :)#directors commentary #Someone in Seattle #Landoscar

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iwtvdramacd18 · 5 months

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...... wolfkiller directors cut ? >.<

Wolfkiller was made firstly bc I fucking love Claudia as a character, and also when rereading TVL I started thinking about the role of "Wolfkiller" and how it functions in Lestat's story as something that sort of rockets him to this more than human figure: both literally through how the 8 wolf killing feat is ultimately what seals his fate wrt Magnus and also metaphorically within the text. Like much of it IS just Anne Rice having character favoritism and bad writing making Lestat the VC's Most Special Boy ever... but then I got to thinking about what it means to have proximity to the role of Wolfkiller, and how in text it entwines with his vampirism and how his vampirism is something that's both very werewolfish in how he describes how it manifests in himself and how he spreads it, but most applicable to Claudia here something that's also passed down through the blood. And I couldn't get the idea of Claudia as a sort of "heir" to this Wolfkiller title; but Lestat is the wolf. He sees his bloodlust and sharpness and hunger in her but he doesn't really fully comprehend that while Claudia might share these traits she's someone still wholly her own (and that's one of the great tragedies of iwtv-- the fact that Claudia is her own person but is unable to fully live as independent Claudia nolastname, that even in death she is being tied to Louis and described in ways that she explicitly did not want to be used for herself).

There's also a very literal reference to TVL in Wolfkiller:

In her vampiric infancy Claudia developed a love/hate relationship with the bayou. She hated how the mud sucked at her good shoes (and Louis echoed this sentiment, you messin up these good shoes for what, Claudia? ) but she was endlessly, almost overwhelmingly fascinated with its life. A cacophony of countless animal hearts beating in different rhythms. All sorts of strange creatures she could scoop from the ground and turn over in her hands. One night she snuck off to count the toes of every frog she could find, then wrote the findings in her diary.

This is inspired by a passage in TVL about Lestat describing his earlier engagements with his enhanced senses as a vampire (page 106 in this edition I'm looking at right now):

To me, their voices became a mixture of sounds like stew bubbling in a pot. All I could think was that the rat had very tiny feet, and that I had not yet examined a rat nor any small warm-blooded creature. I went and caught the rat, rather too easily I think, and looked at its feet. I wanted to see what kind of little toenails it had, and what was the flesh like between its little toes, and I forgot the men entirely.

But Claudia's interest in animal sciences is something that I originally had planned to explore more in another wip that's been shelved for the moment, a sort of second boat scene between her and Louis where she asks Louis more about his childhood and how he learned he was "Louis" and not the daughter he was originally raised as. There's really only one hint about Claudia being non-binary in Wolfkiller and I wish I added more but I hit fatigue pretty bad towards the end and couldn't figure out a way to really fit in more the way I wanted to.

She could see the faint impression as if she’d looked too long at the picture and now was haunted by its afterimage – her as a grown woman, a human, hunched over her desk scribbling on paper. There was too much wrong with it. He’d forgotten she was a vampire, and not a woman. He’d factored too many of his mother’s features into the equation.

I was really worried about writing Louis and Claudia's moments together at first but in the end I really enjoyed them, and I'm hoping to write more fics in season 2 with them interacting. Here's an exchange that didn't make the final cut:

Last thing I can think of rn is the ending, which was a very last minute addition compared to the process of the rest of the story. And I can't even really remember what reminded me of it in the first place? But the ending is actually inspired by the end of the Killing Joke.

One of my headcanons is that Claudia is also very capable of the Lestat fuck ass laugh that everyone hates, and I liked the unease but also sort of Looney Tunes type violent humor in Claudia hitting her "deer" and then the two of them laughing horribly about it.

THANKS SO MUCH FOR ASKING!! <3

#answered #directors commentary #long post

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slutsofren · 10 months

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how cass felt when the reader kissed him?? could we have a director's cut on his thoughts??

I GOT YOU BABYYYY

reminder this is reader x cass/az/rhys polyamory & fmmm

content warnings: horny, biting instinct (doesnt happen), male masturbation, slight MM action, voyeurism, no sword crossing ⚔️, slight praise

notes: please read after chapter 28 :)

summary: after cassian finally gets his way with your lips, he flies away and takes his cock in hand. and another bat boy enjoys what he sees.

word count: 1,508

read on ao3 here / high lady masterlist

Cassian didn't know he was holding his breath until he saw you again. When you arrived back to the townhouse, he felt it.

He felt you.

He had been harsh on himself internally since his shameless flirting from a few days prior but he couldn't help himself around you. You were his mate, his first ever mate.

Centuries ago, he wouldn't have believed himself worthy of such a thing and yet here you were.

He had been in the front sitting room with Morrigan and Azriel discussing matters of the Court of Nightmares when something inside him sang with such profound beauty.

One look to Azriel and he knew what it was.

The moment he sensed your return he practically flew up the stairs of the townhouse, wings be damned.

Being the first to arrive, he flung the door open with such a force he was almost afraid it would dent the wall just as he called out for Rhysand.

But his eyes quickly found your frame.

You looked tired, a bit exhausted around the edges, but beautiful nonetheless. He drank your presence in like a lifeline and he couldn't help but let the feeling of pure unadulterated joy emanate from him.

You returned back to him.

Cassian watched on with Azriel beside him as you opened the wretched box and revealed the Book of Breathings. The voice that spoke from the object with light and airy, almost taunting in it's feigned innocence yet vicious in its own right.

He shifted from one foot to the next, only watching you. Watching how your shoulders tensed during this whole interaction yet your kept level headed when Rhysand was pushing you.

A fine warrior's spirit, Rhysands mother would have said.

Just as you were prompting to leave, his hand reached out to grab yours. Your hands were so small in his and he would do everything he could to make sure they stayed clean of blood.

The moment his skin touched yours, he felt something jolt through him, finding it's home at the base of his spine. It was warm and he savored it. “Are you okay,” he asked.

He watched closely as you looked towards the rest of the group as they discussed the Book. “I'm good. Tired,” you say honestly.

He noticed how you didn't remove your hand from his so he took it as a sign. Stars, he was grateful your new fae hearing wasn't as sharp as it could be lest you heard his pathetic, traitorous heart pounding in his chest at the mere chance at being close to you.

“Can I walk you to your room,” he asked foolishly. He wanted more time with you, he missed you. Missed how you'd waltz around with a glint in your eyes, knowing you were the most cunning of them all. He loved it.

After you agreed, he reveled in being in the same proximity with you for just that much more longer.

Cassian noticed how your heart seemed to beat in rhythm with his when you wanted to approach a difficult subject so he steeled himself for the worst.

But then you said something he wasn’t expecting.

“Rhysand wants to talk about,” you said as you made a wide gesture, “everything with me later.”

He wanted to play with you like you played with Rhys, so he pushed hard with his tactics. He flirted, eyes dropping down to your lips faster than you noticed.

“Fuck it,” you murmured hust as you kissed him.

It wasn't elegant, it was all teeth against his chapped lips but he was stunned you actually did it and he groaned in the pleasure of feeling your body wrap around his.

It took him a few more seconds before he gathered his mind together and kissed you back earnestly. His wings wrapped around the two of you as he pressed you against your bedroom door.

“Cass,” you whined against his lips as he began to lick and nip a trail down your throat.

Stars be damned, he was never into biting, not like Azriel, he had a few marks to prove it. But shit, he wanted to bite this pretty little neck of yours. So smooth against his tongue, so free of blemishes.

He quickly returned back to your lips, deepening the kiss until your hands found their way to his hair, knocking the strands loose from his leather strap.

Cassian could feel himself grow hard under your influence and it took everything in him to pull away.

Logic was out the window the moment your lips met his but he couldn't be the one to tell you he was your mate, that you had three.

Rhysand, the one you trusted most, had to be the one.

The two of you were like lost stars in the vast and endless abyss of the night sky and seemed to always find each other and Cassian wanted to be a part of that song so bad, just like Azriel. But for now, it wasn't about him and he was happy your body seemed as receptive of him as he was of you.

He could only hope your heart was the same.

So he mustered as much power as he could to pull you away, kissing you gently over your cheeks.

Fucking stars, he thought, he was still so painfully hard beneath his trousers. But he had to walk away or make a very big mistake.

“I want you so fucking bad,” he whispered in your ear, his breath fanning over your hair.

He could feel your breath hitch in your throat as he took a step back. “But that is a game for another day,” he smiled something fiendish at you.

“Of course,” you said catching your breath.

The two of you locked eyes as he did the dutiful thing and walked back down the hall to his own borrowed bedroom, he didn't wait to listen for you to shut your door as he shut his.

He paced his bedroom, back and forth, palming his hardened cock.

Without a second thought he threw open his balcony window, one that was in only his and Azriel’s rooms, and took to the skies.

He had to leave, he had to.

The scent of your lust permeated his nose and was starting to cloud his judgement and he had to get as far as he could away.

Thoughts of taking you every which way in your bed, against the wall, in your bathtub, on the floor, all of it stained his imagination. He wanted all of it.

Cassian landed very ungratefully on the training balcony of the House of Wind and shot himself to his actual bedroom. He didn't bother with shutting the door only to strip his clothes down to nothing as he began to touch himself.

“Ahh, fuck,” he growled as his palm grazed his bare cock.

Cassian prided himself on his sexual escapades but he couldn't help but wish he was watching your hand take him now. He spit into his hand and hissed as he took himself in his palm, stroking hard and soft, mirroring what imaginary-you would do to him.

“She got to you too,” a male voice laughed gently behind him.

He whipped around and saw Azriel leaning against his doorway, arms crossed. Az’s eyes flecked down to Cassian's exposed cock but looked back up to his eyes, “Well don't let me stop you. I've been touching my own since that day she let me hold her on our way to her sisters.”

“Well are you just going to stand there,” Cassian said, cock still in hand.

Azriel pondered for a moment before he nodded. “I think I might. Continue with your work.”

Cass rolled his eyes and continued to stoke. It wasn't the first time the two Illyrians had watched each other in the past and maybe that was a part of this mutual mating bond with the same female that made them so comfortable around each other but Cassian wasn't embarrassed. He wasn't even going to kick him out.

He just continued his moments.

A sharp gasp escaped him as he sped his movements up, chasing the same high he felt when he had you pressed up against your door. He could still taste your lips on his but he imagined the sweet tangy scent of your cunt preening for him instead, stars he wanted to taste you.

That imaginary scent had him spilling over the top as he came with a deep guttural groan. He came all over his deep bronze hands and already missed the way you felt against him in his mind.

Fuck, he was doomed.

Cassian fell to his knees, still feeling his orgasmic high coursing through him as his lungs ached for a full breath. He looked up as Azriel shifted in the doorway with a lustful knowing smirk, “Good boy.”

His heart skipped a beat as he watched Az walk away, satisfied enough with the sight of the Lord of Bloodshed on his knees.

#acotar rewrite #the high lady of cunning #the high lady talks #directors commentary #cassian acotar #cassian x reader #cassian x y/n

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watcher-comic · 5 months

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okay hi

did i promise to make an art... lore dump post literally last month? yes. did i not do it for nearly a month? also yes. and im Very Sorry.

anyway! onto the ranting

So starting off with the obvious, Nanehi's color scheme is based off of the Shawnee tribe's flag!

Obviously more desaturated, but the blue sweater and two yellow stars were meant to show that he's native.

Alright, going in page order I'm just gonna throw around some easter eggs or fun facts or commentary...whatever....

Because this is the only good image I can find of it, Nane wears his parents' wedding bands on a necklace. Because his parents are divorced </3

On page 2, Nane has a poster up on his wall which is my current sketchbook cover in my art class. I believe it's somewhere on my art blog

Nane has a ziptie on his backpack! It doesn't mean anything.

Page 6: The white text that says "what?" is actually a reference to the first debut of Nane - an askblog!

(technically his first word was "huh" but i changed it to what for plot's sake)

Continuing with the black spaces on page 6, the panicked eye doesn't really mean anything. However, the twisted light switch was supposed to represent the noose that shows up at the end of the comic.

For page 7, there's obviously the audience design to talk about, but the things I actually wanna focus on are:

The doodle on the top left, which is Nanehi saying that he thinks he has tinnitus [which he then goes on to immediately deny in the next page]

And the doodle on the bottom right. His fursona is a bunny and if I could, I would've tried to fit more bunny imagery into the comic. But alas :pensive:

Page 13: All the different colored text were the responses I got from a select few people. I showed them the previous panels of the page and asked them what they wanted [there is one distinct person I didn't ask but I will get to them later].

I also want you to keep the... 3rd shade of green in mind [the "i want to see where this goes"]

For this panel on page 15, I wanted it to be known that Nanehi isn't a real person, and they know it. Everyone else's face is squared, even the simply doodled character in the background and the barely visible person in the foreground. Everyone except Nane.

Page 16: Man that's just mold on his shower curtain.

Page 17: There's actually a lot I want to talk about with page 17. Firstly, the design of The Audience. It changed, clearly. Before it was that weird circle thing, but now it's more humanoid - to the point of having hair similar to Nanehi's. The reason being, it's not entirely The Audience anymore. It's The Creator too. Nanehi was based off my fear of being watched and constantly having an audience. The little amount of comfort that the figure gives was... sorta supposed to be an apology to the character- as cheesy as that sounds.

(Also the fact that their text originally said "didn't they already answer that" but was crossed out to say 'we'. The Creator disguising themself as The Audience. And truly, what is to separate them?)

Another thing I want to point out is the dark grey panel. It's the same shade of grey I used for the askblog, and he's smiling in that panel, because during the askblog he was much happier around the audience- or the concept of them, rather.

And then of course, the dark blue text that reads "I know how this ends." That actually wasn't a response I took from someone, but rather a piece of... I guess dialogue, that I felt like someone would say. That specific someone being my friend Classi, who was the only person besides me that knew how Watcher ended. Purely because she had a very similar character and we thought that they'd be buddies.

On page 18, we have 3 entire panels in a different style. That being the style of the askblog.

(some examples)(the last image is where the avatar came from, haha)

On page 19 we have this panel, which you can probably assume what it is. It, I suppose, could both be seen as Nane standing, back to the audience, or as Nane hanging without the noose. You choose.

And of course, the last page. For some reason this fucks me up. Because this is The Creator talking to Nanehi. The Creator knows that Nane has no say in how their story ends, but they're given the illusion of control, because that's all they've been looking for. They wanted control over something, so the only way to prove such control was to show The Audience that they could end the story whenever they wanted. He doesn't know that he was talking to The Creator, he just assumed it was still The Audience. He doesn't know that he didn't really have a say.

This was what he wanted. That's how he's ending the story

#watcher comic #directors commentary #uhhhhh #yeah i think thats everything?#idk i'll probably add more later

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musicalchaos07 · 1 month

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Your fun fic lore of the evening is that the book Nancy lends Jonathan in Fine Line is Seeds of Yesterday aka the fourth Flowers in the Attic book

#in my defense it came out in 1984 #and Nancy WOULD make her boyfriend read fucked up novels #by comparison he lends her a collection of Mary Oliver poems #i feel like both of these choices are so in character on my part #directors commentary #jancy #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers

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dirtylittlediesel · 1 year

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imagine being Mrs white death's ghost. u marry this hunky man with sexy tats and lots of ambition who promises to keep yall safe as he runs a powerful criminal enterprise and its awesome initially. but fast forward 20+ years and ur dead ass is watching in yalls bedroom as he raves with grief over ur death then elaborately plots out a weird ass plan... to kills yalls son 👍then he like. deadass kills yalls son. Ur watching ur husband think he's the shit just bc he got a philosophy masters degree. Because suddenly he's pulling all the strings just to kill off yalls son on some causal logic bullshit thats never been peer reviewed👍ur watching ur baby boy get stabbed by a momomon and bleed out of his eyes. and it's ur husband's doing babe. Like that's ur Mr. White Death. and in the end he doesn't even get the carver guy who killed u in the first place . u watch as ur disheveled husband victimizes a random white man in a bucket hat . like . be real rn

#DJDHDKKD #i wanna see the movie from her pov #directors commentary #bullet train #bullet train 2022 #the white death

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practicecourts · 5 months

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"She’s on her way to meet him, and she hasn’t told him yet. So he can’t die and leave her behind because she needs him to know how she feels. How she looks his way at breakfast to catch his grin and a wink because it’s the best start of her day. How she hopes he’ll walk with her when they have the same classes because he’s always making her laugh. Because he doesn’t know yet that she’s become addicted to his touch, to the warm and giddy feeling that lasts for most of the day if he puts his hand on her back, grabs her hand or even just bumps her shoulder.

How her Amortentia, brewed perfectly, of course, smells like pine trees after rain has fallen, a hint of orange and the petroleum smell of broom polish.

He can’t lie here stone cold, lifeless, in some dark and drafty corridor without knowing she wants him to ask her out again, how she wants him to hear her say yes this time."

For the commentary ask! It's one of my favorite passages!!

Hi Em @thecasualauthor18,

Thank you so much for asking about this snippet from Revelation and to hear you like it so much 🥰.

directors commentary under the cut for slight spoilers...

I love when words mean more than just one thing and that's why I was getting very philosophical about passage (instead of just having Jily make out in a secret passage way of Hogwarts😁)

Thinking about passing away, changing situations, and more such happy things I also took the craziness of Hogwarts lessons where they would face a Boggart with the whole class and basically subjected to facing your worst fear, something so intimate and private with all your friends but also your not so fun class mates watching the show.

I like the idea of the Boggart, showing your deepest fear, even when you yourself hadn't realised it, and for Lily this brings her the revelation of what she has not acknowledged to herself yet.

She fears she is too late, she fears she has lost her chance to tell him what she feels, how she feels about him, regardless of what he might say in return. Obviously she might also fear James being with another girl, so the Boggart could have shown her that, but I don't think this Lily, who's very aware of the brewing dangers of the War outside Hogwarts is afraid of losing him to another person. She loves him on another level, even if she's still a teenager, they've established a friendship where just his presence brings her happiness (she'd be jealous probably, she's no saint- pun intended) but her real raw fear is to lose him without having been brave enough to tell him how he makes her feel. To admit that she's been taking him for granted perhaps, and to give him that knowledge, to be Gryffindor enough to not wait for him to make any moves or do the work here, but tell him how much she feels for him.

idk. this got a little long ;-)

ps: the amortentia smells took me some time. I wanted them to be enticing of course, but also have something more tangible and real in the mix, that's where the petroleum fits in. (it's actually quite funny to think about smells and how they can bring up such unexpected and strong memories) Director's cut ask game

#directors commentary #snippet #revelation #thank you so much for sending this ask #tldr she loves him #jily #james potter #lily evans #apologies for this bit of a ramble

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bonus-links · 30 days

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Directors commentary on this latest update?? 😁

hehe on it

if you follow me on main, you might have seen me complaining about a scene I had to rewrite a thousand times, to the point I made a whole separate google doc for all the versions of it. that was this update! it might not seem like much even happens during their convo lol but originally they had a conversation about a different topic on top of it. i spent forever trying to make the segue sound natural and trying to decide what fiddly lore bits I wanted to commit to, before finally giving up and pushing that topic to later in the story lol. I hope I don't regret not setting up what I was gonna set up later lol but I think ultimately this was a good choice

that being said there is still some important info in his update before Wake warps them :-))) we'll come back to that

I accidentally sketched this entire page around Wake using the Wind Waker with his right had, and got halfway through drawing all the poses before I realized. i was just gonna take the L and leave it but it bothered me too much so I redrew everything JHFKJ

Got some asks about what Linebeck is reading: it's a trashy romance novel lol

in the last update where Slate is crouched down talking to the koroks, they're asking him to tell Link hi and that they miss him HAHA i was actually supposed to put that as text and then. forgot and just put empty text bubbles. good job on the set up and payoff, me

the sound of Loft's mouth audibly clicking shut HAHAHAHA. Slate is like we're not doing this again. we get it, I don't know shit or fuck abt hero stuff. can u let it go.

Wolf actually does know what the triforce is- even though twilight princess doesn't ever call it that explicitly, at the very least he's put two and two together.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRAN GRAN!!

#think that's all Ive got for now #directors commentary #bonus content #ask

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cuspidgoddess · 3 days

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⭐️ Anything <3

Hi Acca!

I wasn't sure which fic you'd prefer, so I'll play it safe and go with Gilded Cage! My absolute favorite scene that I wrote from Gilded Cage is when the LOV make their first house call to UA after Keigo is recaptured by the HPSC. I love forcefully humanizing them as characters for the heroes and being able to show that Shoto and Fumikage trust them with their literal lives as Dabi is comforting Fumikage and acting like a Dad™️ being so cute chirping to his little bird son/brother in law.

Thank you so much for reading! <3

#the flock of villain #a gilded cage is still a cage #directors commentary

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wanderingblindly · 5 months

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PLEASE give me rules of engagement director’s cut. i need it biblically

AAAAAH thank you!!!! I haven't gotten to talk about this fic before, I think, so let us commence the info dump <33333

The Origins

I've always been a fake dating trope fan, but I've never had an idea that made it feel like my story, you know? But I've always wanted to try!

While I was procrastinating on cleaning my apartment, I randomly thought of this dialogue, directly copied from my planning document:

“If we do this, we need to make some rules” “Max we live together, I’m sure it’ll be fine” “WE NEED RULES CHARLES”

My brain immediately latched on to it, and the fic was born like... two hours later hahah

My Favorite Bits

Ok so this is one of my favorite lines for the DUMBEST reason:

“Are women not…? Is it these women, or?” His voice sounded tight. They hadn’t discussed Max’s sexuality before. Actually, if Max thought about it, they never really discussed Charles’s, either. He was pretty sure Charles stayed the night at a few different women's’ flats during uni, but that was little more than speculation. ... “That’s fine, of course. Anything is. Fine, I mean.” Charles stuttered, his cheeks still slightly pink. “Doesn’t solve the problem though, does it?”

Was it vaguely inspired by BBC's Sherlock? Yes it was. Would anyone have noticed if I didn't confess to my sins? No.

More seriously, I also really enjoyed this little scene:

They always ate breakfast together. Max always woke up first to get started on washing the fruit, and Charles always stumbled out of his bedroom in a state of total disarray about fifteen minutes later – hair sticking up, sweatshirt off one shoulder, pajama pants low across his hips, glasses nearly askew. They would eat breakfast together, Max happily talking about his to-dos and Charles diligently humming and nodding along as necessary. They’d get dressed, they’d walk out the door together. Max always locked it, Charles always lost his keys in the depths of his bag before he left the house. It was easy and understandable. It was theirs.

While the rest of the story, up until this point, has hinted at the routines baked into this domesticity, I loved how this scene used that to highlight why Max found the situation so alarming. They have a distinct rhythm -- an easy cadence that I tried to mimic in the very basic structure of the paragraph -- that's so noticeable when it's disturbed.

It also shows how much Max notices about Charles, even before he realizes why. To know someone well enough that even the slightest change in timing throws a red flag is just hmmmm I love it lol

And finally, one of my last favorite scenes:

“You’re still wearing your ring,” Max pointed out rather unhelpfully. Charles let out a bleak laugh, devoid of his usual eye-crinkling warmth. “You picked it out for me,” He shrugged, leaving something unspoken in the air. Max didn’t do well with unspoken, with reading between the lines. He tried to breathe it into his lungs, find the meaning Charles left out. Speak it.

The confession was just so full of "Max is trying his best and he doesn't entirely understand what he's done wrong but he'll do absolutely anything for him and Charles to just go back to the way it was before please please please". This line in particular highlights how much of this is Max desperately trying to understand what Charles really needs from him -- even though the answer ends up being nothing he expected.

Random Fun Lore

As always, this fic is full of random things from my actual life (for no real reason other than I'm unoriginal and boring). Some examples are:

Max's MD's summer party in the countryside: YES I have to go to this every year, YES I do get splashed by my coworkers, and YES there is far too much alcohol lol (although I do not partake like Max did but hey)

Full Recovery Mode: the very specific mug and the very specific tea that Max puts together for Charles is absolutely based on my real life (liter sized Japanese mug my beloved)

#OH and the scene where Charles had to teach Max how to hold his hand #my HEART #this fic was very much a 'head empty just vibes hit post' sort of experience #THANK U FOR ASKING ILYSM #Rules of Engagement #lestappen #ask me :)#directors commentary

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iwtvdramacd18 · 7 months

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Directors cut on anything in ‘the wrath of the lamb’? 👀

ok this time I'm gonna get really vague since the wrath of the lamb is a collaboration between @vampdf and I, and I wanna stick to my parts so I'm not talking over him and also it's still very much in progress. I will say that perhaps unsurprisingly this sequence is mine:

"Oh but they're so difficult to take on my own, Armand. If I can't get the pills down fast enough they start to dissolve. I might gag. Maybe even vomit. Make a mess everywhere. We wouldn't want to disturb our friend like that now would we? Wouldn't that be a shame. Going and spoiling his appetite—" Armand’s chair scraped across the floor, tall shadow stretching across with it, already heading towards Nicki. "—after all the careful work you've put into bringing us together." Nicki eyed Louis with impish mirth. Louis watched Armand open the pill box and deposit the night's ration into his palm, rolling them over with his finger before bringing them to Nicki's mouth. Nicki parted his jaws obscenely, tongue lolling out to receive them on his tongue, eyes lazy and lidded as Armand tilted his head and brought the glass to his lips for him to drink.

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Nicki lacked machismo and raw anger but Louis could tell his arrival stirred something particularly biting his way. Even Armand seemed curiously on edge, the corners of his smile strained just a bit, the strong line of his shoulders held the slightest bit too tight. "Open." Armand pressed down with his thumb on Nicki's lower lip and he obediently lowered his jaw. Louis could see the very edge of Armand's thumbnail resting along the ridge of bottom teeth. The way the very tip of that tongue met it. "Roof of your mouth." Nicki's tongue rolled upwards for Armand to check underneath. "Good."

Also if you've seen the pic I made related to the fic you might notice a similarity between Louis' appearance and Jacob's character in Slow Burn:

Louis in the fic is older than Louis when he was turned in the show and also has been through the wringer wrt managing family stuff and beyond without the help of vampirism to keep him looking sexy and fresh all the time.

#answered #directors commentary #don't worry vamp headed other very sicko passages in there.#sorry I couldn't answer more!#you should ask Eli too #wait to be clear he's always sexy. just not always put together

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pickingupmymercedes · 24 days

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Hello I saw in one of post you said that Under an Ipê tree was your favorite work. It’s actually how I found you and it’s a beautiful piece of writing. Can you talk about what inspired you to write it?

Also if you have time or want to could you write something where the reader is struggling with a self image issue and where Lewis gives words of encouragement?

Thank you ☺️

First, thank you so so much for always commenting and being here to support my writing, like really, I'm always happy when I see a notif pop up with your username.

So, Under an Ipê Tree was something I came up with while in Brasil (visiting family). My dad's a huge f1 fan and we took a little trip to Ayrton's grave in the winter, and gosh the Ipê by his grave is gorgeous. Besides, I just know he would've been so proud of Lewis and how much he fights for people. I hope Lewis knows the love brasilians give him is a way of letting him know how sure we are of the pride Ayrton would hold of being the inspirating for his early years.

And last, but surely not least important, I have something in the works with Lewis making sure reader knows her worth (body included). It's a tad bit longer, so hopefully It'll be up by the end of the week ?!

#ella asks #directors commentary

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watcher-comic · 6 months

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okay that should be all the art i wanted to post [there might be more that show up in the next post]

#watcher art #directors commentary #?#i mean its part of the directors commentary... portion..#idk

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larkral · 11 months

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Directors cut ask—whatever chapter of Good at Something you want to talk about!

What's that? More Good at Something commentary? IF I MUST. (I'm going to. Y'all are going to get every chapter. It is decided) Here is my commentary on Chapter 2 of Good at Something. If you thought that the commentary on Chapter 1 was excessive, get ready for this. It's even longer! I have so many thoughts and here they are. Writing about writing: a thing I like to do

Good at something directors commentary on chapter two. Let's goooooo.

Okay, so I'm pretty sure that the main reason that I branched out from blowjobs in their dorm room was that the setting was beginning to lose interest for me, and I assumed that readers would be feeling similarly. Note: this was before I wrote the oft-opened-envelope scene, so I obviously walked that idea back.

Anyway, notice: the world continues apace despite the fellatio marathon these two are competing in.

Also notice: they're getting very familiar with each other. Making jokes! Simon pressing up against Baz's back in the hallway, tugging Baz towards him with his belt loops. The goal was that this section start to feel mutually warm in addition to being hot.

So, aside from a subtle shift in the intended vibe of their relationship, this scene stands out for me because it's got some rocking jokes. It's a very funny scene! "never lock a door with a boiled carrot" is a legit Irish idiom that I learned from a board game called Wise or Otherwise when I was probably 12, and I still think it's hilarious. Let it never be said that writers don't use every fucking thing in their lives as fodder. "Top marks for consent." (Yes, we're still grading the blowjobs!)

Next comes piano bench sex! Leg over the shoulder sex! Sex where balance is an issue because come the fuck on if you were being blown in the middle of a room and had nothing to lean against you too would stack it. I have a LOT of "smut needs a dose of realism" opinions, and this is one of them. Orgasms: not generally good for one's ability to stand unsupported.

Get ready for the broken record because….this scene is super hot. I adore it. It's an incredibly awkward scene as well, which for me makes it even better. They're figuring things out! The position they start in is really bad, and the position they end in is not much better! I did a lot more research than is reasonable to figure out if one could actually get into this position, and the position is precarious but still makes me think of a weighted blanket.

And!!! And! The most important part of this scene is the laughing. The fall and the laughing and the way that overwhelming joy can intersect with the bodily pleasure of sex, and how they're wiring those things together for each other. Even though they're still looking past each other, seeing something different in each other's reactions to the situation than they're experiencing, and both believing themselves to be the more invested one, they're getting there. (Though, my heart, when Simon thinks Baz was kind of amused and Baz is like: I have been bitten by a highyena. See prev point re: looking past each other.)

This scene also includes one of my favorite descriptions of Baz tangling his hands in Simon's hair: "My fingertips are just hidden under his curls." And then afterwards (and truly you will be aghast when I say I did not realize that I was doing this as I did it) Simon jerks off almost exclusively to Baz's tenderness with him, including HAIR TOUCHING.

I feel once again honor bound to mention my influences, and in this case the influence that led to Simon's come-eating is HP headcanon I invested 100% in after reading a drarry fic that lives rent free in my head even now: @firethesound 's begging (fair warning: part of an unfinished WIP, and a big part of the reason I no longer hesitate to read something that's a WIP. I'm glad I read it even if there's never more). The headcanon (which is my own invention, not even slightly mentioned in the above fic) is: as a pubescent child growing up in unfriendly circumstances, the easiest way to dispose of the evidence of masturbation is to eat it. And if that's a part of all of one's initial sexual experiences, it's something that's likely to continue into maturity. Not necessarily as a fetish (though I'm not saying *never* as a fetish), but as a part of what it means for a sexual experience to feel complete. For Simon Snow, a character with a canonical oral fixation, this feels like a no brainer. You're welcome.

Also in this scene: the very beginnings of plot!!! Simon's successful clean as a whistle came at the end of this scene, self-evident, fully formed in my brain, without any prompting. And is part of the reason I've started to really trust myself and my process as a discovery writer. Sometimes something I can't explain comes out of a story, and I know it's right because it feels right. It feels like what the characters would do, or feels like what happens in the story, and even if (as this was, intensely so) it's confusing and not what I think I'm doing here, not what I'm going for, not what I expected… sometimes it's just exactly where the story needs to go. In the last commentary I called Good at Something my magnum opus which is a bit of hyperbole, but also this story is my heart, and if I hadn't trusted the part of my brain that said "Simon does a clean as a whistle here, and it works" that wouldn't be true. This story wouldn't have gone where it went and I (perhaps, probably) wouldn't love it the way I do.

Aaaaand this is originally where the chapter ended! And we went from this directly into Simon sees Baz and Agatha talking in the dining hall. We have @petedavidsonscock and @facewithoutheart to that for the fact that it didn't, because after lengthy discussions with both of them, I formulated the potty/editing/re-writing plans that concluded in the Mage's office blowjob!

Baz's brain scene that follows does a lot of work, but the most important work is…they give weeks into the semester. Whyever would I be mentioning explicit timelines so frequently!? Can't say. Won't say. (You know why.) Also cements Baz's internal voice as snarky and hilarious. I love writing Baz's internal voice.

Fuck, okay, Mage's office blowjob may actually be strong competition for my favorite sex scene in this fic. It's just wrapped up in so much emotion!! And uh, it's also incredibly hot. So. Sooooo, okay. Here's where I reveal that I originally conceived this type of blowjob (facefucking/deepthroating) as the final sexy exchange of the fic. The blowjobs all have a genre in my mind, and this one seemed like the natural conclusion of the sexual evolution of this story. But also as I worked in that direction it just seemed incorrect. Yes, it's like, the boss level of the blow job video game, but it's absolutely not the boss level of Simon and Baz's relationship, especially given that it doesn't facilitate emotional intimacy, which is where they're heading. So here it is, the final exam in the blowjob seminar, coming midway through the story.

This chapter is full of my soapbox stands, it turns out, because I am OBSESSED with the fact that Simon isn't just bam immediately capable of deepthroating. As I said in response to a comment @bookish-bogwitch left on the fic: it's so important to me that it's not something he's innately capable of. This is a story about working at something and getting better at it. About built skill, and that includes Simon wanting to do something and working at it and getting there. As a result of that, I did too much research on what deepthroating is like and how you might achieve it. (My lived sexual experience has never involved a penis, so research is a firm necessity.)

Part of the reason this scene just incredibly does it for me is that they're both shaky and uncertain about how much of what they want they're going to get, and even so, they're going for it entirely. I think that's something that's characteristic of both Simon and Baz in relation to this scenario. Simon: going for it because he wants it until he realizes how much he needs it. Baz: going for it even though he thinks it'll destroy him, because he can't say no to how close it is to what he wants.

Also, hello, parallel between my writing process and the scenario I've put Simon in: he's learning to trust himself. It has cascading results! 🎉

And, oh man, okay, the end of this scene again references canon in a way that I am obsessed with as a part of fanfiction: Simon finds the book with a picture of Baz in it. He's gobsmacked by it. His reaction is so entirely changed by having begun to experience Baz in a different way, but it's also fundamentally similar. It gives me such a good feeling to think about moments in canon framed through changed circumstances in fic and vice versa. Different lenses on the same moments give such a deep view of these characters, perhaps even of humanity as a whole?

(Also, and this is getting excessively long so I'll keep this short, but the moment when Baz is getting dire about what he thinks Simon is going to do with the book and then Simon surprises him, that is a kind of emotional chain yanking that I absolutely fucking love when an author does it to me. Do other people feel that way? I don't know. But I did it to you anyway, as a treat.)

#writing about writing #epic navel gazing #good at something #my writing #meta #directors commentary

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