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Fic Rec List - The Best of 2023

Happy New Year's Eve! Or New Year's Day, depending on where in the world you are right now. What a year it has been - for the sport and the fandom and for this blog right here.

I (Briony) started this blog in June, after a horrific bout of writer's block took away my writing skills. The only thing I love more than writing is reading, and so I decided to funnel my newly gained fandom time into cataloguing all of the wonderful things that I have read over the last few years, in the form of fic rec lists. My wonderful team of fic rec volunteers joined me at the end of October, and we have been collating the lists together ever since.

Thank you so much to everyone who follows, reblogs, likes, and comments on these lists, and an extra special thank you to everyone who shares that love with the writers themselves, in the form of comments, kudos, and bookmarks. You are amazing, and you make the fandom tick. Thank you.

Please find below the team's favourite fics of 2023! This is just like the FIA Gala, except slightly less glamorous and probably can't be used as a plot device in an F1 fanfiction.

These are the fics that really touched us - that stood out, and took our breaths away, and made us cry and laugh and curse. To these authors, and to everyone who has shared their talents with us this year - thank you.

Enjoy. And have a wonderful 2024. ❤️

Esteban/Pierre

nsfw: my thumb's on your teeth by @geluksalig | E | 14.7k @lydia-petze's favourite fic of 2023 Esteban experiences hyperrealistic dreams of a parallel life where he and Pierre have been together since they were teenagers, and neither of them race any more. He gradually becomes more and more disoriented by them as the twin realities begin to blur. This fic is so well done, with twin timelines wound together seamlessly. The grief for a life that never was, that might have been, is palpable. There are clues scattered throughout, however, that there may yet be time to fix things. Pierre's characterisation, as seen through Esteban's eyes, is wonderful - passionate and ferociously protective.

'Pierre presses his lips together, nodding though Esteban knows he is unconvinced, disbelieving. He looks off to the side, and Esteban gets that tense feeling in his gut, like he knows Pierre would claw a hole in his chest to tempt God close with the affliction, just so the rest of them might be sheltered in the shadow that falls just behind. He’s never been sure how to tell him that he doesn’t have to.'

Daniel/Max, Charles/Pierre

nsfw: hook, line, sinker by @chubbydino | M | 92k (wip) @wanderhobbit's favourite fic of 2023 Pierre wishes he could remember, Max wishes he could forget. What I enjoyed: maybe enjoyed isn’t the right word but his fic is heart wrenchingly beautiful. Following the story lines with the two couples and those story lines connecting is beautiful.

'"I love being married to you,” Max said quietly as he pulled on another curl. Daniel dropped his phone on his chest and tilted his head back to look at him. “Oh yeah?” Max’s whole body buckled at the gentleness in his tone. Daniel always knew when he was getting close to a breakdown, when fear and guilt and shame started building up like storm clouds in his head. He nodded. “Yeah. I love you.” Daniel gave him an upside-down smile. “You wanna tell me what’s going on, Max?”'

Charles/Max

nsfw: All The Lights (Couldn't Put Out The Dark) by @fabbyf1 | E | 7.5k @frickinsweet's favourite fic of 2023 Charles needs someone to help him calm down – when his usual partner is indisposed he asks Max instead. For me this fic was the definition of the "this better not awaken anything in me" meme, not so much for the particular kink but for the dynamics. I was relatively new to F1 rpf when I read this and the characterizations of both Max and Charles became the "canon" that I compared every fic to for a while. The Charles in this fic is very hard on himself, tying himself in to knots with anxiety and when he gathers up the courage to ask Max for help he is immediately in to it and never reacts negatively despite the unusal request. This is tagged as PWP (although if one reads the whole series, which I highly suggest, there is definitely plot) and the smut is very much brain meltingly hot but the reason I choose it as my favourite read of 2023 is for the way the characters and their dynamic is so perfectly described - especially Charles who is the POV and whose internal dialogue is a special treat in this fic.

'There was really only one other person he could turn to in these trying times. That’s how he ended up in Max’s room, asking him for a “favor.” “What kind of favor do you need?” Max asked, smiling so openly at him that it hurt Charles' head slightly. He was so quick to offer up his services when he didn’t even know what Charles was about to ask him'

my thoughts will echo your name by witchee_writer | M | 38.9k @blueballsracing's favourite fic of 2023 When Max retires, he decides his next accomplishment to win is Le Mans. His partners are no other than Charles Leclerc and Sebastian Vettel. I loved the cute little quips each character had and the tension! This made me smile and was an amazing rollercoaster of a fic. So much flirting and it's also a Red Bull Charles fic, which I love ❤️

'Sebastian's eyes zeroed in on Max, and then Charles. His grin widened (dangerous). 'Are you here to save me from two idiots with a decade worth of sexual tension?''

nsfw: you and me, we got big reputations by lady_something | E | 93.4k @maaxverstappen's favourite fic of 2023 After publicly coming out when Max won his 3rd championship, Charles and Max have to navigate the consequences of being together. It affects both the dynamic with their own teams and each other, and lends to issues with races in not-so-LGBT-friendly countries. I loved how realistic this was. The author really dove into the real life f1 consequences of a coming out and didn’t shy away from it. Charles and Max love each other so dearly and deeply but also love this sport just as much, and that makes for a great plot driven story. The other characters in this fic add a lot and it feels very found family. This fic had me thinking about it for days after and I was so sad to finish it as I could stay in the universe forever. One of my top fics in general, let alone for 2023! (also, this is for the rbr!charles fans (iykyk))

“So, if you are really, truly worried that we cannot handle it, then I will retire. You mean more to me than another Championship does. I have already done what I need to, I have paid back the debts I owe to my father and my family, and I have won some for me, too. It’s enough. I have the GT3 team, I have iRacing, I want to compete in the WEC. I do not need F1, not like I need you.” # “You—you—you—” Charles looks completely gobsmacked. “Oh my god. Mon Dieu. Max. Max.” Max barely manages to stop Charles from crushing the eggs as he surges forward, plastering his whole body against Max’s as he grabs his face and kisses him.

Charles/Pierre

A Two-Man Cult by @moonlight0starlighte | T | 23.7k @singsweetmelodies' favourite fic of 2023 Charles has always thought he's a beta, but then he suddenly presents as an omega after a night out with Pierre. The consequences for their friendship are devastating when Charles tries to keep this a secret from Pierre. Of course, Pierre finds out anyway, and the two of them have a massive fight - which ends in Charles going into withdrawal after what he perceived as a rejection from his alpha. This fic redefines "angst with a happy ending" - but it is so worthwhile when they finally do get to the happy ending. I love this fic for a variety of reasons, the fantastic angst-with-a-happy-ending slow-burn friends-to-lovers of it all being a big one of them. But more than that, I remember reading this one chapter-by-chapter as it came out, and being so unbelievably hooked, texting everyone about the next update. The writing style is just so engaging, and the story the author tells is so gripping, intense and wonderful. It will also always hold a special place in my heart, because it's the first proper a/b/o fic I read, and probably the fic that got me hooked on the genre. It truly is a masterpiece in so many ways. <3

"What are you thinking?" Pierre's lids flutter closed and he sinks into the warmth of Charles' hands as he brings it to his cheek, lips pressed against warm skin as he answers, "I just can't believe I get to have this."

nsfw: chassis by @hourcat | E | 50.7k @welightitup's favourite fic of 2023 Charles is a part-time art professor/part-time kindergarten teacher with car issues. Pierre is a mechanic. It’s an amazing AU, one I don’t think that had been done before. But wow, it’s so hot too! Expect tension, teasing, flirting, and hot garage/car sex.

'Charles is special, anyway. It’s not even a question. He’s different from anyone Pierre has met in his ten years here, and Pierre really does like him more than he probably should, for someone he really doesn’t know at all. He teaches kindergarten and is passionate about it. He’s got a decent apartment, although he hasn’t seen much of it outside of the bedroom. He’s got shit taste in cars. But somehow, deeper, Pierre feels like he knows him.'

Carlos/Charles

nsfw: my blood is singing with your voice (the saints can't help me now) by @7msc | E | 13.2k @boxboxbrioche's favourite fic of 2023 Carlos meets Charles in a half-finished church. I have already rec'ed this one before, but I just had to share it again for the 2023 roundup. This story truly moved me. It is ethereal and lyrical and I still remember it so clearly, even though it's been months since I read it for the first time. Simply gorgeous.

'He felt like he was cheating. Was he? Well, a church was any place where he could feel God. And he felt God in Mallorca. In Costa dels Pins. In Son Servera. (In his mom’s loving hands. In Blanca’s kind brown eyes, the same shade as his. In Ana’s conniving smile. In his father’s heavy arm across his shoulders. In his grandma’s thin fingers, hands almost too delicate, wrapped around his.)'

#pairing:charles/max #pairing:charles/pierre #pairing:esteban/pierre #pairing:carlos/charles #driver:charles #driver:carlos #driver:max #driver:daniel #pairing:daniel/max #driver:esteban

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kiss-me-muchoo · 2 years

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 || 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✿ Synopsis: After going to the Upside Down, Eddie can’t stop being protective with reader, even when she told him that after everything was over, they wouldn’t be friends again. When they steal the RV, it’s time for Eddie to confess his feelings for pumpkin (reader), and beg her to forgive him.

✿ Warnings: sexual insinuations at the end, fluff, reader is emotional, Steve and Nancy finally give their blessings. oh, and prob bad grammar cuz I never corrected this

✿ A/N: This is what I want with a boy, but boys like Eddie or Joseph Quinn are not real:) IM OFFICIALLY OUT OF TUMBLR JAIL, BRB GONNA CRY;) oh and I’m in college now 👍

POSTING THIS AGAIN BC I DIDN’T KNOW I WAS ON TUMBLR JAIL;)

The whole parallelism series is here👇

✿Masterlist✿

Playlist for Eddie here 👇

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When he looked at your eyes for the first time, Eddie lost interest in blonde girls with big breasts. Now he could only think of your eyes and your small perfect body. He got so lost in the softness of your big bright eyes, the way your hair swayed, and the scent of roses and bergamot in your perfume. In the beginning, it was weird for Eddie, he never crushed so hard for a woman, not even for a female rockstar or a model from his adult magazines. This was different, it was real.

One of the most special memories he had with you was from the week of thanksgiving. He gave a small concert with Corroded Coffin in a bar, and he told you to go with him. Eddie thought you would get bored, you were not the most rock-metal girl in Hawkins. But he was very surprised when he saw you dancing with Jeff’s cousin, watching you dancing to one of his songs was a boost for him to perform it better. After the show, he drove you home, and you told him you were proud of him. That night was the first time he thought about kissing you. Sure Wayne told him good things and made him feel better, but Eddie felt he constantly failed his uncle. So having you healed him, made him want to be better. He even got a C- on the classes he had with you.

So he watched you now, your hair was messy, your green shirt had some blood, and parts of your neck were scratched with dry blood. But thankfully, you didn’t have a big injury like Steve had. And yet to Eddie, you were still perfect, after seeing you fighting with tons of demo bats, he knew you were made for him; a strong, hot, and gorgeous woman.

You could feel his eyes on you, but your attention is on Lucas and Max talking at the end of the RV. You could see that Lucas lightened your red-haired friend. Maybe they were three years younger than you, but it looked like what they had was real love. They were in the phase where they didn’t know what was love for real, and you conclude that is better that way.

Finally, your eyes meet Eddie’s, it feels like he’s appreciating you. So you arch your brow, questioning him.

“What?…” it doesn’t feel like it did some days ago, you can’t hate him. Not when he’s been so protective over you.

“You’re smiling, I haven’t seen your smile in some days” After Max almost died, you valued what you had. A gorgeous guy who hurt you, yeah. But, he wanted to give you a proper explanation and had been so attentive to you in the harshest moments, which you considered the most important moments when validating a friendship.

“Look at them…” you indicated in a low voice, pointing at the young couple with your head. Eddie turns to see them, he doesn’t say anything, but he understands. He saw that with Nancy and Steve back at the lover's lake and the Upside Down. “That’s love…”

You don’t mean to make it awkward again, so you look down at your legs, ending the conversation. You hadn’t been too close to Eddie since everything started, it mostly had been looks that said: be careful, it’s gonna be fine, oh thank god you’re alright.

Maybe the actions had been speaking more. When he grabbed you from falling in the Upside Down after that tremor. Or when he pushed you to prevent more demo bats from scratching and biting your neck.

“I can’t believe you slaughtered that bats while bleeding” he tried to start a conversation again. You raise your head to see him, and your smile, but the thought of your aching neck made you touch it with your fingertips.

“Does it look that bad?” You ask shyly. Eddie gets a little closer, pretending to inspect your damaged area, but instead, he’s looking at your necklace. A gold string with a microscopic ring hanging, pretty, he thought.

“Nuh-uh, you have to take care of it, but… you looked badass right there. I said to Harrington you two had an Ozzy level moment” he feels like he won when he hears you laughing. And he remembers Steve’s words, he said that you were like his little sister, he cared for you a lot, so he made him promise to never hurt you. Eddie was relieved to have Steve on his side when he explained what happened with you two the day that Chrissy died.

“You’re an idiot, Munson” you mutter, still laughing a little at his musical concert references. “Pray I don’t get a disease as Ozzy did, please”

You stop laughing when you hear Steve and Nancy talking, so you guide your eyes and head to them, indicating Eddie to hear. He stays quiet and hears about Harrington's six little nuggets.

He definitely doesn’t want six fetuses, he would go crazy. But he can see you with at least two nuggets. So he can’t blame Steve, he can’t laugh, because he wants the same thing, but with you.

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“You have to be fucking kidding me” so every girl in Hawkins who was buying guns decided to also take all the black turtleneck shirts, leaving just one extra small.

“You can fit on that, plus, it’ll cover your neck,” Max says, handing it to you. You take it hesitating and grab a pair of military boots.

“At least it’s a cool outfit” Max giggles at your words. She throws a package of little explosives at you, making you frown, but there’s nothing weird with that anymore, since you were preparing to kill a supernatural monster.

“Let’s go, we need more bandages for Steve” the red-haired follows you through the store, grabbing more things around.

“So when are you talking with Eddie?” Her question surprises you, you didn’t think Max would ask you about the topic.

“I don’t know, Why are you asking?” She drags the car across the hall, slowly.

“The poor guy looks so down for you” you smile, feeling blushed. Even when there’s a big crowd in the store, you feel like there’s anyone around, just Max and you.

“Funny, because when we found him in the boathouse, I told him we were never being friends again” Max stops the car. Looking at you with wide eyes.

“Girl, you’ve traumatized him!” You start laughing, and she joins you. Maybe she was right, you weren’t being an easy girl with Eddie. “No, but, you should talk with him. With all that is happening, I wouldn’t want to leave anything on bad terms, especially with someone special to me”

You feel bad for her suddenly, Max was cursed. Her life was in danger, real danger. Of all your girlfriends, Max was the funniest, her dark humor matched yours, and hanging out with her and Steve was one of the best things. You missed her, you missed the Max from 1984. And it saddened you that just when she was becoming herself again, she was at risk of being gone again.

‘I promise you I will talk to him. Just as you are getting out of this…” she stood quiet, so you hugged her, and she accepted the hug. “It’s gonna be fine”

“Hey, we really have to go!” Steve Robin and Erica were waiting for you at the beginning of the hall, looking agitated. Max takes the car and walks at a fast pace to them.

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Lucas pushes you and Eddie is fast enough to catch you, falling against his chest.

“Sorry pumpkin,” he says in a rush. After encountering Jason and his friends, everyone knew they had to get out of the store.

“Yeah, sure, asswipe” Eddie laughs confused after Steve throws some things at him and helps you seat beside him again.

“What happened?” you sigh, feeling the RV finally moving.

“Jason and his anti-satanic club hunting us” everyone takes a breath after getting into the highway again, you brush your hair, spreading it across your scalp.

“You should have seen, the guy questioned a lot for the blood on her neck” Jason tried to intimidate you, but luckily, Robin saved you. The news caused Eddie to react.

“What? Did he hurt you?” He asks trying to find something in you that could tell him if you were hurt.

“No, I’m fine” you simply say.

“I’m sorry…” he suddenly says, and you frown, confused. He noticed though. “For dragging you into this”

“Hey, I know I said we weren’t going to be friends again, but… What are friends for?” you offer him a sad smile. And Eddie feels a shiver when he sees your face, he can’t let you go.

“We’re talking about it…” his tone is serious, and you feel your heart beat very fast.

“No, please. Not now…” you promised Max you would talk with him, but that wasn’t the moment at all.

“Pumpkin…” he calls your name a few times. But you stand up to go with Erica and Dustin.

Postpone that talk as much as you can, you think to yourself.

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It was nice to be able to peacefully breathe, and have a moment to rest. There was nothing around, no traffic, no hysteric people, and no sounds of civilization. You look around, Steve is near counting some bullets with Erica and Lucas, Nancy and Max are seated a little far, then Dustin and Eddie are playing like some idiots.

You remember Robin’s face at the store, she briefly told you what happened with Vicky.

“Hey, Are you, okay?” she stops working and looks at you.

“Yeah, I mean… well, I don’t know” she shrugs and sighs. “It didn’t feel cool to watch her kissing some dude. Not when I thought…”

“…There was a spark in there” you complete for her, and she nods. That was exactly what happened with Eddie and you, but it was worst in your case because it was your best friend. “That’s exactly how I felt when I saw that asshole with Chrissy.”

Robin giggles when you point at Eddie playing with Dustin. “It feels like, all you did, all your feelings were for nothing. You feel like an idiot with yourself”

“That’s exactly how I feel” you place your arm across her shoulder.

“Don’t worry, we’re not even twenty. There’s a whole world outside of Hawkins” she smiles and then looks around too.

“I don’t think your feelings were for nothing…” you look at whatever she’s looking around only to notice Dustin and Eddie looking in your direction. You rapidly hug Robin, hiding your face in her neck.

“Please tell me they stopped looking…” Robin laughs and pats your arm.

“No, but Dustin just kicked Eddie” your heart was beating faster than in the upside down, you want to hide in Robin’s neck forever. “Oh, he’s coming here”

“She doesn’t want to let me go, Munson” it’s the first thing Robin says when he arrives, innocently, trying to have your back. Some seconds of silence, and you know Eddie and Robin are having a battle of killing looks.

“Well, that’s it…” you suddenly feel someone grabbing your waist. And then, Eddie is carrying you over his shoulder.

“Eddie, what the fuck? Put me down!” you can hear Robin laughing loudly. Erica looks confused and Dustin looks happy. The other idiots are not paying attention, thankfully.

“You left me with no choice. We’re talking, right now” finally, he lets you go. You are far from your friends, and the smell of the plants was stronger, it wasn’t bad though.

“Great Eddie. Here I am, ready to pull up a memory I want to sink in the bottom of my heart” he sighs, covers his mouth, and takes some seconds.

“Okay, first of all… I’m sorry for not letting you know I was with Chrissy” you suddenly feel awkward, so you cross your arms over your chest, looking at the grass. “I had the deal with her at school, we talked for some minutes, but she told me she wanted something stronger. So I told her she could come to my place”

“I had any intention with her other than selling her drugs, okay? I thought about driving her to her home and spending the night with you. I wasn’t ditching you…” you hear him, but you focus your attention on the clouds, appearing in pink and orange colors.

“And… you should know that I’ve never had anyone who cared so much for me, not even Wayne. You are the best thing it happened to me, when you walked on your first day of classes, I thought you were the prettiest girl, and then you said you liked me” he smiles at the memory. “I felt so relieved that you accepted me just the way I was”

“Not only you care for me, but for all the kids right here” he points at the guys, and you glance at them “you’re smart, pretty, caring, and so hot. I’m so sorry I said in your face some of it about Chrissy. I think I just wanted to… make you jealous”

“Well, it worked, dickhead” his hands end on your shoulders, and you know it’s time to finally look him in the eyes.

“I know, the thing is… I love you too” nothing in the world could compare to the nervousness you were feeling, how hot your cheeks felt, and how you could even hear your heartbeats “Fuck, I’m not the best with feelings but, I know I love you. I was already attracted to you the moment I saw you, but I really fell in love with you the day you came to the concert. Remember that you told me you were proud of me?”

You nod, smiling. That night was so memorable, and you weren’t lying when you said that to him.

“Yeah? Well, I wanted to kiss you so bad. On all those occasions I’ve called you sweet things or hugged you, kissed your head. All those times I’ve looked like I am at your feet, it was real. Because I am madly in love with you”

When you look at his face again, you burst into tears, his beautiful brown eyes look worried and he carefully wraps you in a hug.

“Oh no, don’t cry. No, I swear it’s real, pumpkin”

“Oh gosh, now I feel like an idiot,” you say hugging him back, crying in his chest. “I’m sorry for being so… harsh. You needed me and I was being stupid. I’m sorry, Eddie”

“Hey, don’t feel sorry. For example, if I had found you with Harrington when we had plans together, I would be pissed, sweetheart” you laugh looking up at him, still in his arms.

“I’m sorry that all of this had to happen to tell how we feel about each other” he nods, he understands. You feel sorry for Chrissy, even if it sounds weird, you feel bad for Jason “But I’m so sorry for you, Eddie. You don’t deserve any of this” his hand reaches your wet cheek, and he smiles.

“Hey, hey, it’s fine. We just have to kill this fucking Vecna and we’re free, and now I know the love of my life also loves me. Everything is fine” you laugh, and you realize he’s right. You can do anything, you can prove his innocence, and fuck it.

“Yes! We’ll get you a fake high school diploma and we’re leaving to California”

It’s been days since you haven’t seen his cute smile, he’s happy, very happy. For some seconds he even forgets they’re not over with the mission, it’s about to start, but now he has you.

“Babe? it could be a little fast but… I want us to get married on the beach” your smile only grows, surprised by his statement. But, if you survive whatever your next encounter with the upside down brings, fuck yeah!, you are marrying Eddie Munson. “What do you say?“

You jump to hug him again. “Yes, yes, yes!” you feel him carrying you again, and then he spins you a couple of times.

“You are the most amazing woman, you know?” You’re laughing, he’s laughing, it’s perfect.

“I love you…” he says once you’re on the ground again. You don’t think you’ll ever love somebody as you love him. Because nobody would fight monsters for you, nobody would risk his life for you as he did.

“I love you too” and finally, he kissed you.

It felt like in those old French movies, the romance, and love. You tug your fingers in his long hair, while one of his hands is on your hip and the other is lovingly caring for your cheek. You can hear Dustin screaming finally, causing you and Eddie to smile in the middle of the kiss.

“I need Steve and Nancy’s blessing…” Eddie rolls his eyes, and follows you, while you hold his hand.

“My parents are together?” Dustin asks as you get closer to them.

“Kinda…” you respond to him. “But we need Steve and Nancy’s blessing”

They finally look at you, Steve’s expression is serious, but then he nods, approving.

“Break her heart and I’ll get you in jail,” he says, making you laugh. Nancy only lifts his finger, also approving.

“Just don’t do things that could traumatize the kids, please” Nancy’s words make Eddie laugh this time. He hugs you from your back.

“Oh no, Wheeler. We’re going to be a couple of responsible parents” Dustin throws a plastic bag to Eddie, laughing.

“Dude, go and help her to get that wound healed” Eddie grabs the bag and drags you inside the RV.

He guides you to the small bathroom, there’s a small sink and shower, and you feel relieved, you needed a shower.

“I’ll wait for you outside, then I can help you with your neck” before he can step away, you grab his jacket.

“Wait. Come with me… we can have five minutes of fun before getting into the monster hunt” he opens his eyes, he wasn’t expecting that insinuation. He wasn’t protesting, you two had been in closer situations, it wouldn’t be weird to show all of your love when you just confessed your feelings.

“Are you sure? Because fuck, I’ve wanted it since I meet you, but…” you take the clean towel you bought and start taking off your shoes.

“I’m getting in the shower. You can just sit and watch…” your flirting tone sends a shiver through his spine. And blood starts rushing through some parts of his body, creating a fire in his stomach.

“Coming!” he says quickly following you.

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Next part is smut, pray for me.

#eddie munson x reader #omg I’m out of tumblr jail #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #stranger things

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helpallthenamesaretakenblog · 4 months

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EPISODE 5……..🥺

Right off the bat, i love the idea of percy’s forehead peeking out of the water, like the mysterious mermaid he is

Annabeth was the best part of the episode as always

Thought they were gonna talk more about thalia percy parallels grover just looked a lil tad distressed and that was it but whatever

Percy and his lil ‘hi’s will never stop being funny

the usual “i thought annabeth was gonna punch me but she was actually nice to me guys who would’ve thought someone would be happy to see me” narrative still shining through WITH THE HUG PLS CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW SWEET THE HUG WAS

grover’s so confused like “literally an hour ago you guys hated each other….am i missing out on some plot point”

dude was ‘looking for new tickets in the st. Louis arch as if they were going to be on the floor lying somewhere💀

Percy’s face when he addresses grover after the hug, he’s so proud someone actually hugged him 🥹his face is just like “hey grover look SHE’S HUGGING ME🥺”

Can I just say the writing for percy is perfect

like he’s so 50% there like he’s so good at communicating and asking what’s wrong and trying to understand the other person’s feelings (sally jackson’s son for you) but at the same time he has NEVER had a friend before so he ends up embarrassing himself 😂😭

”im pretty sure that’s what friends do” “….at least i think that’s what they do” pls 😭

grover’s face too help you’re already tired of being third wheel???oh honey this is THE FIRST HALF OF THE FIRST BOOK get comfortable

not their lil heads popping out and going back in. Peak comedy right there

Seriously adam did reallyyyyyy good as ares. Theres no one else i can imagine anymore as ares. The delicateness of his ‘good mood’ as if it is gonna break any second, the rage and fury but at the same time being extremely funny???

the diner looks so cosy it’s so cute

was kinda missing some percy rage in this but it comes out at the last so its fine

The real reason for grover to be so okay staying back is not the strategy of getting answers out of ares but because of how tired he was of taking care of annabeth and percy.

I feel like they should be showing luke more (later on they will, i have faith) im already forgetting about him it wont hit as hard if i dont remember him

Percy “ive not seen many movies since im broke” jackson x annabeth “ive never seen a movie since i live in a magical camp” chase

but the fact that annabeth’s never seen a movie kinda erases the fact that later on in hoo, annabeth talks about watching cheesy old romance movies with her father which kinda contributes to their dynamic but

the fact that percy would probably be the first one to take her to the movies makes me not care

honestly tho IM REALLY REALLY HOPING THAT THEIR FIRST MOVIE WONT BE THE ONE AT THE START OF BOTL I’d rage as much as annabeth when i see percy with rachel (not that im a rachel hater, im a circumstances hater)

grover is such a good therapist, like he is THE EMPATH. He tripped the god of war into talking about his life this is a grover appreciation post

annabeth zoning out with fascination at the mechanics and also i love the “percy being done with annabeth” representation

i cant see anything so nothing to say here

SEAWEED BRAIN THIS IS A HISTORICAL MOMENT IN PJOTV HISTORY THE FIRST SEAWEED-

grover manipulating ares through his emotions>>>>>

also ares roasting athena

Percy sacrificing himself AGAIN like the depressed kid he is

annabeth immediately reassuring percy that she would save his mom the character developmentttttttt from being inconsiderate about percy losing his mom to promising that she would save the lady EVEN THOUGH SHE BARELY KNEW HER

This is giving me too many feelings guys the lady she’s promising to save is the lady who will be the best mother figure who will singlehandedly heal her mommy issues AND BECOME HER MOTHER IN LAW

“Its warm” i thought this was gonna be the last thing he says before whatever was gonna happen to him so i was like lol famous last words

but fr tho the intenseness of annabeth crying for percy to GET UP and percy’s just fading out of the world trying not to cry trying to reassure annabeth that he’s okay IN WHAT WOULD BE HIS LAST FEW WORDS, literally everything he does is for someone else even in his dying moments its just magelhi”gdsjihoawerhoudfjls

especially with the “im not…..” [okay] lol we have always known that percy, it aint a big surprise

i got to applaud leah for how she portrayed annabeth’s brain chemistry altering every minute with percy and how that influenced her speech with hephaestus

i cant believe thats leo’s dad hes giving santa claus i do like him tho

Now that i think about it the percabeth hug should have been after percy comes back to life not after the louis arch scene since they were just starting to have two minutes of chemistry there and have the “you dont have to feel bad about the hug” in the zebra truck scene

percy trying to intimidate ares lolllll walker scobell did his best to make it look real tho so good for him for not representing it as it was; a lil 12 year old child threatening a wrestler looking god of war

”Thanks for the emotional abuse and the cheeseburgers” will forever be in the cinema hall of fame

i feel like grover either is going to say the wrong person or he’s going to figure out it’s luke but something’s going to stop him from saying it out loud

or he’ll say it which causes some angst amongst the team who dont trust him cuz both annabeth and percy worship luke like there’s no tomorrow

RAINBOW?? OHH THEYRE GONNA IRIS MESSAGE LUKE??

LIN MANUEL MIRANDA

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it’s been nearly 2 thousand years since Percy Jackson has died. poseidon has not been seen much after his favorite sons death.

it’s raining and a new camper is being chased by a monster. they get to thalias tree and rip off one of its branches. the child uses it to kill the monster, just before passing out. their father got kidnapped by a god that needs their help. poseidon does not like this parallel

the first person they talk to is chiron, trainer of heroes.

“so what’re saying is that im the child of a god?”

“yes young man, that is correct.” chiron responded while giving the tour to the boy.

“so then it’s my mother that a goddess, correct? do you know who?” he asked as he turned to face the centaur.

“im sorry, but i do not know who your mother is. she could be a minor sea god…” chiron said as he subtly looked towards cabin 3, the poseidon cabin. the cabin that hasn’t been touched in 2 thousand years.

“oh.. well why do you think it’s a sea god? is it because i like water? is it because i kicked the monsters ass while it was pouring??” the boy said as he mimicked punching movements.

“yes, that is why i think that…” chiron said as he continued moving.

the centaur and the boy continued on the tour for a few more minutes before chiron suddenly said, “you remind me of someone.”

this caught the boys attention and he turned to five chiron, “hmm? who do i remind you of?? were they a child of a sea god??” the kid was jumping on their toes and gasped at something they had thought of, “did they come to camp the same way i did???”

chiron turned to look away from the boy, he had dark brown hair, with one sea green eye and on sea blue eye. he had never tried so hard not to cry in his life, he hated how much this 12 year old reminded him of him. he knew if he said this out loud poseidon would not be happy, so he said it wasn’t too important but that, ‘yes you two did come here the same way’ and finished the tour.

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“dionysus, they’re so similar it hurts.” chiron said as he sat down across from the god. dionysus no longer worked at the camp, but he had grown fond of it and decided to pop it to help and chat every now and then.

“yea, i know. and if they are a child of a sea god- any sea god, im not too excited to see what barnacle beard would say about that.” the god said as he took a sip of alcohol, “anywho- do you know what the kids name is? cuz i know i sure don’t.”

chiron turned his attention from the ground next to him to the god in front of him, “im sure i had asked his name, but i don’t think i was listening. can’t seem to remember it.”

the two sat in comfortable silencing for a few seconds before they hear the new camper yell, “I GOT CLAIMED!”

chiron and dionysus went out to see who the boys mother was and say a holographic owl above his head, athena, goddess of wisdom and strategic war.

“ah, good’ol war goddess, guess he’s not a sea spawn.” dionysus commented to the right of chiron as the centaur moved forward.

“hello young man, i have a short question for you,” chiron said, then proceeded when they boy said he could ‘ask away’, “what is your name again? many years working here makes it hard to keep track of all the names.

“fair enough for not remembering, i also have memory issues!” chiron laughed at that, “anyways my name is Percy Jackson!”

#percy jackson #percy jackson fanfiction #poseidon #son of poseidon #pjo fanfic #chiron #dionysus #chiron rn be like: oh #so THATS how he killed that monster #also the monster was not the minitour #percy jackson angst #pjo angst #percy-child of athena

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nimona (netflix) thoughts written on notes app while i was watching

just rambling lol don't expect anything profound. also SPOILERS!!

first off: oh the only non-noble knight trained with the descendant of gloreth herself? juicy dynamic (squint) they do be sitting really close... this sure is SOME subtext... OH ITS NOT SUBTEXT????

adore the classic fairytale intro but futuristic setting but still with knights and monarchy etc. and the aesthetics mesh so well together it doesn't look forced. love its worldbuilding.

the "tired mentor & mentee" dynamic never fails

unicorn vs rhinoceros thing is chefs kiss especially bc of the theory that unicorn tales were likely born of descriptions of rhinos

the flashback to nimona's childhood being done with subway tiles is genius

ballister: "and now you're a boy" nimona: "i am today >:)" WOHOOO YESSS!!! they also made it look like they could be related to bal awe

as a gay-mullet haver, i had faith in the squire. i could feel the fangirl energy coming from him i knew he wouldn't do that. but if i had a nickel for every time something published on netflix had characters with mullets that seem bad at first but turn out okay i'd have... two nickels

bal wanting to protect the status quo because he was took in by the system vs nimona not believing in the status quo because the system failed her......

ambrosius' internal crisis :(

"says the miscreant whispering in his ear" 🤨 you see yourself rn?

off topic but the lighting on the armors is SO GOOD

everyone calling her monster vs bal "i got you kid" 🥺

"they grow up believing that they can be a hero if they drive a sword into the heart of anything different. and i'm the monster?" wanna see how hard i can cry?

fantasy monopoly?????? nimona's SO dramatic love her. the fact that she can breathe fire and still chose not to when they were surrounded....

oh the director's going to pretend that nimona framed her by transforming into her isn't she. this is why you should never cut your videos lol keep that shit unedited

the etching on ballister's sword... was it "G" for gloreth or goldenloin? either way, beautiful detail

oh ambrosius... I KNEW IT WAS COMING BUT "because i love you" still hurt like hell.

THE WAY I GASPED. THAT WAS GLORETH!???? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO THAT'S FUCKED UP

oh my god i just realized the parallel between past!nimona&gloreth vs present!nimona&kid that called her a monster.... i cry

i love the visual of phoenix(?) nimona going to destroy the cannon gloreth's legacy created, and her light illuminating the mural of nimona surrounded by fire and going to destroy gloreth herself

i do adore how ambrosius' faith in bal never wavered, especially since these kinds of plots like to make the betrayed lover the one who caused the betrayal all along...

YESS DESTROY THOSE CANNONS AND TAKE DOWN THE FUCKING WALL

memorial wall vs murder/innocence wall :( IT WAS THERE ALL ALONG! bdkjnsxnscdkvd

awwwweeeeee like a literal phoenix

credits go so hard

AWWWWW THE PROGRESS PRIDE FLAG! shapeshifters&queer metaphors ily <3

#i went into it completely blind so i didn't know about nd stevenson's graphic novel #but retrospectively. makes sense!! overall a great cast too #everything goes so hard. will be thinking about it forever <3 #the mullet thing is about a character in sweet tooth s2 btw #nimona #nimona netflix #my posts

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trashlie · 1 year

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ILY FP 206

Oh my god oh my GOD what an episode, right?! It’s going to take everything in me to not spoil this outside of my read more text cut lol but MAN what an episode. I think this might go up in my top 10 favorite episodes, if I were to create one of those, if only for the good material we got and the art. WOW! I feel like quimchee is personally catering to me and everything that I covet lmao we’ve got CALLBACKS we’ve got further parallels we’ve got explanations of the past, we’ve got TENSION! I, for one, feel like a cat who discovered the bag of catnip, and I’m going to yell SO MUCH in this post!

Man, the lighting and expressions in this particular episode are so good - the flashback was largely simplistic in its work, simple backgrounds, simple expressions, things mostly expressed through use of color. But we’ve returned to the present where Nol is holding back nothing - he is comfortably Nolan in his skin, no loner putting on a front or hiding his darker, potentially scarier side. When he found the Math Club photo in the previous episode, we didn’t see his eyes, which alone gave some indication to his feelings about his discovery, but that expression we finally get to see as he looks at the photo and talks to Shinae - WOW. In the past, as Yeonggi, he would never have allowed himself to show that side of him and was always so careful about the image he presented.

Nol is holding nothing back, now. With Shinae, he’s showing an authentic version of who he really is.

The way the shadows fall on his face makes him look almost haunted.

There’s so many good details in the art of this episode, ngl. The sequence of Shinae’s memory being jogged and snippets of that meeting flooding back to her, culminating in that close up of her eye, that red pupil with the scratchy jagged lines around it. A+ art, the shock of both the return of those memories and the realization that Nol has pieced together what she tried so hard to keep from him, something she did not want to b the one to tell him about, aaahhhh!

Something interesting about this is that despite how things ended between Shinae and Alyssa, in a way, Shinae is trying to protect her (just as much as she’s trying to protect Nol). It wouldn’t be difficult for her to just admit the truth upfront - that yes, it turns out the ex-friend who kind of ruined my life is, indeed, your girlfriend. There’s something almost sweet about it - Shinae has been very careful to not influence Nol’s relationship, to not be that kind of person. Even before she ever knew who he was dating, she drew clearly-defined boundaries in effort to ensure that her involvement couldn’t lead to a falling out with his girlfriend. And here she continues to do that. She doesn’t want to influence how he sees Alyssa, she doesn’t want to be the reason they might fall apart. But at the same time, she is protecting not only Nol, but also herself and Alyssa. Shinae never says “Alyssa isn’t like that anymore” or anything like that. Her entire point of reason is that she knows her memory isn’t reliable, and that she doesn’t know the full story. It’s awfully mature, tbh, to be able to acknowledge that her experience is not the sum of that whole affair, that Alyssa’s side of the story is something she lacks and never had a chance to know. In contrast to her current situation with Nol, where he has inadvertently come clean and she now understands why he left, Shinae still has no idea why things with Alyssa played out the way they did, only the vague assumption of what Alyssa wanted vs how she acted.

To be honest, I think as much as Shinae wants to protect Nol and Alyssa’s relationship, she also wants to protect her memories and the handful of good she experienced with Alyssa. Though things ended badly and she internalized that hurt and repressed it for so long, that was Shinae’s first friend, someone she was so eager and excited about. When we’ve been hurt or betrayed, it’s easy for those good memories to become soiled, to become infected by our bitter resentment. You forget that there was ever any good, because all you can remember is the bad, and how it makes you feel.

I think we see that with Nol. The way he reminisces on Alyssa almost suggests that they were never very close, that his relationship with Alyssa never compared to his relationship with, say, Dieter or Soushi. Again, this episode plays with expression and framing SO MUCH and it’s SO well done. “She’s not important to me. So don’t feel bad.” We don’t see Nol’s expression when he says this. In fact, we only see a close up of his face, eyes hidden, as he asks Shinae to be honest. Quimchee uses the hidden eyes a lot, especially with Nol lately. I think it’s less that Alyssa was never important to Nol as much as she no longer is. Once upon a time, she was a friend he tried to steer straight, to save from Yui’s villainous grip. Again, we see that down-up view of Nol, his face cast in shadows, eyes cold as he states that he hates Alyssa’s nature. In a way, Alyssa is a failure of Nol’s - at least, this is probably how he views it. There was nothing he could do to keep her out of Yui’s grip, to save her from that woman. In fact, Alyssa continued to willingly walk into the lion’s den.

We have that contrast again of Alyssa and Shinae - how Alyssa was unable to see beyond Yui’s facade, or even worse, how she was willing to endure Yui to get what she wanted. It makes her look selfish and spineless, wishywashy. Nol resents that, in the end, Alyssa made her choices, and in the end, all that remains of their former friendship, of the relationship they had, is one that is transactional. Don’t get me wrong, I think Nol does care about her still, in a way. I think there’s a high likelihood that Alyssa also still cares about Nol and Shinae both, but in a way she can’t act on, that she has to repress and shove away. I don’t think she feels particularly good about what she does, which is why she deflects. It’s easier to place blame on others than acknowledge that you are the one actively hurting people you care about, right?

In a way, Shinae and Nol both care about Alyssa to some capacity, and largely in a way that is rooted in the past - who she was, what their relationships were. That’s the thing, right? You don’t have that kind of bitter, festering resentment towards someone if you never cared about them, if some kind of affection (whether romantic or platonic) never existed. There was a time when Alyssa was a person Nol wanted to help, maybe even when she was a person he enjoyed talking to and hangout with along with Soushi and Dieter, but those days are long gone.

On the balcony at the hospital, he asked Alyssa what if they start to resent each other, because he already did. Because the weight of their transactional relationship had become that much of a burden, because there was nothing he could do to help her anymore and she felt more like a leech than a balance, because she had become the very kind of person who he resented. Swept up in the world of the Hiraharas and networking, Nol had become as invisible to Alyssa as he was to anyone else. Whatever remained of their friendship had run its course.

Where Nol has allowed his memories to fester - the way his memory shows the gap between him and Alyssa increasing as he turns away from her and eventually has his hood up, back to her, the use of that intense red, Alyssa’s hollow puppet eyes, Yui a marionette puppeteering Alyssa, so menacing - Shinae has tried in vain to protect it, to reassure herself that there must be more to the story or maybe she’s made it all up, that maybe Alyssa was not as horrible as she looks. Both of them seem to acknowledge though, what praise does for Alyssa and the extents she’s willing to go to to earn it.

And again, that juxtaposition - Alyssa is so malleable, is (or at least was) so willing to do whatever if it earned her praise, where Shinae’s integrity refuses to accept undue praise or handouts. It’s not explicitly stated, but it’s easy to glean that this is likely a big reason Nol was so drawn to Shinae, who always expressed concern for him, who never saw him as invisible, who has made a point to demonstrate how much she cares about him. When tempted by Yui, Shinae fought back and sees through her shiny veneer. Of course it must be intriguing, that someone can push back against Yui and not be poisoned against him by her.

In fact, everything about this episode is SO heavily laden with how much their relationship matters. Shinae cares enough about Nol that she refuses to be the reason that his relationship with Alyssa is ruined. Nol cares about Shinae enough to start to feel comfortable as himself, doesn’t wear his mask, and offers her honesty, going as far as to call her out on her refusal to be honest. They’re taking turns baring parts of themselves to each other, sharing things they likely have never shared with anyone else. It can’t be that Nol is still drunk and his inhibitions are lower - he’s calculating looking over Shinae clutching the book to her chest, takes a step back and looks at her like that, admonishing her for lying when he’s being honest. They are actively acting on that importance to each other, the understanding that they have to be honest in order to understand each other.

Nol is so comfortable, in fact, that he even shares a tender little memory - just a little snippet of it - about his mom. He’s always been careful not to mention her to his friends, to not bring up anything about her. The day he crashes the study session at Dieter’s, Shinae asks him about his mom, meaning Yui, and without knowing what Shinae means he switches mood completely. But here, he shares just a little piece of the distant past, and Shinae, realizing that he must be talking about his mom, offers her hand.

And GOD I love this moment SO MUCH. The dance that never was at the formal, a deal made at the masquerade. Everything comes full circle in that moment. It’s Shinae to Nol’s rescue, it’s Shinae making an offer, it’s Shinae offering friendship needed. Throughout the series, Nol has reached out to Shinae so many times, never letting himself close the gap except the one time that he hurt her. Once upon a time, Shinae drew boundaries between them and here she’s the one crossing them. Knowing what she knows now of Nol’s life, of his family, of his mother, it’s a gesture I don’t think is made lightly. Could Nol be happy, if only for a moment, if she sings and dances around to Christmas music with him like they once did?

And god, listen, there’s a LOT of reading into this that we could do. The dance at the formal that never was - Nol denying a dance with Shinae to keep his distance, as Kousuke requested, as Nol surely had already decided upon. Maybe had Kousuke not demanded that Nol keep his distance, Nol still would have refused the dance (especially given that Shinae had previously drawn those boundaries around them), but what is to stop them now? There’s no Kousuke in the room to express disapproval. Shinae knows the relationship isn’t real, that it’s nothing that needs to be respected as she was before. Now it’s just them and the bits of their souls they’ve bared here alone in the dark.

And again, back to the way Nol has spent so much of this series reaching out to her and refusing to close the gap - that he even did it just last episode! For it to be Shinae, this time, who reaches out to him, who offers the hand he continues to deny himself, is just SO SO SOOOOOOOO good and satisfying! Shinae is taking the initiative that Nol won’t allow himself.

And listen man, I try, I try really hard not to be overly shippy about things but GOD the seeds have been sown, haven’t they? I have so many FEELINGS about how INTIMATE these last few episodes have been, the way their angry exteriors have thawed away and left these pockets of honesty. Shinae has been spending this time doing her best not to spook Nol - won’t ask about his mom lest he bolts again, careful about what she asks and says - and it just feels so intimate, to sit here in the dark together and bare their souls a little bit. Nol telling Shinae things he’s probably never told anyone else, just as Shinae told Nol a story she probably hasn’t told anyone else. I love the way they are just drawn to each other and let their defenses down. Nol has spent so much time trying to put distance between himself and Shinae, to escape her gravitational pull, but so many times he always wound up drawn back in. AND I LOVE IT, OKAY.

Do they realize the ways they play off each other? Shinae has started to see their parallels (and the way they foil each other there, too - Shinae has become aware of her internalized self-loathing in a way Nol has yet to) and has a tendency to always respond to him even without realizing it. Last episode we see her response to his proximity and honesty, confused about why her heart is reacting lol. There’s also her raw anger at Nol still putting that distance between them, pointedly calling her Yoo. What she hates is that he’s trying to create that buffer, because using her first name is too close. If he keeps calling her Yoo, he can pretend that they’re not as close as they really are, that she isn’t as important as he’s already proclaimed. Shinae doesn’t want the distance, she doesn’t want the buffer.

I also really love that she continues to call him out, and how her experiences with Alyssa have given the ability to see things how she does. In the way that her truth and Alyssa’s truth are not the same, Shinae notes that Nol’s truth and her truth are not the same - her image of him is not the way he sees himself, and neither one of them are more true than the others. In that regard, I think we will see that Nol isn’t as “innocent” in whatever it is he thinks he’s being punished for, but that he’s also not the one wholly responsible for it. Suppose this is about the incident with Kousuke, maybe Nol has internalized that he possibly hurt someone, without giving acknowledgement to what could lead to it. Was it self-defense, was it him reaching a snapping point, was it instigated, did something push him and his buttons? Nothing in I Love Yoo is black or white, only shades of grey.

Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself, but I can’t help but feel that all the foundation that’s been laid is slowly building now. The sown seeds are slowly, SLOWLY, maybe starting to sprout. The way Shinae has always played off of Nol and has subconsciously responded to him so many times - as he pulls away, she pulls closer; as he stops chasing, she begins to - makes me think that maybe we are seeing a little spark. I don’t think anything romantically would come of them for a long time, until we have a time jump, maybe, since Shinae is not really aware of what she’s feeling, or why she’s reacting the way she is. And frankly, Nol is so full of self loathing that I don’t think he could entertain the idea of it. I do think it could be there between the lines - he made an effort at one point with Alyssa and gave up when he realized it was fruitless, when she became someone he couldn’t stand. Does he ever think about the ways Shinae foils Alyssa? Is that why he tried so hard to keep that distance between them? He must be aware of how he succumbs to her - that whole incident in the rain proved it when he finally reached out and held her in that tight hug, before he finally steeled his resolve against her. I’m always so curious of what goes on in Nol’s head, what he tells himself about their relationship. The admission that Shinae, like Soushi and Dieter, is important to him is probably something he denied to himself for so long.

And look, maybe just this once, he could let himself have this. Just this once, a stolen pocket of time with no one else around, no one to approve or disapprove, nothing but their own choices and intentions. The dark is for lowering inhibitions, for authenticity, and maybe for allowing yourself what you ordinarily wouldn’t.

I mean, yeah I do think they’ll probably be interrupted lol - wasn’t Minhyuk supposed to be bringing them medicine? and we heard Kousuke grousing about needing to get away from the singing lol, though I don’t think he’s the type to just go barging into random rooms - but I hope if they DO get interrupted, it’s only after they’ve allowed themselves to indulge.

Sure, Nol could refuse her, and maybe Shinae might even feel disappointed if he did. But, idk, maybe it’s just the hopefulness speaking, but the whole thing about being vulnerable in the dark, under shadows shielding you from what might ordinarily prohibit you, I can’t help but to feel (or maybe just hope) that Nol will indulge himself. Shinae’s extended hand isn’t just an invitation to dance, but an offer of her friendship, of their mended relationship. Take her hand and become partners in crime once more. Once upon a time he extended an offer to her he didn’t really mean, and this time she does the same, but full of sincerity, on the hope that maybe she could rekindle a long lost memory of his that he can no longer enjoy. Nol will never again dance around and sing with his mom, but maybe he could build new versions of that memory with Shinae.

ALSO someone pointed out that next week’s episode comes close to Nol’s birthday, which it finally is in the storyline, and LISTEN you can’t tell me that we’ll see nothing of it, right?! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I’m so excited for this next episode I’M REALLY LOOKING FORWARD TOOOOOO IIIIIIIIIIIIIT.

I could write so much more about just... the nearly tangible tension, the redevelopment of their relationship, the ways they affect each other, but for now I’ll refrain. Maybe I’ll babble in another post lol. I just. I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS about where they currently stand. Nol is so certain he’s a monster, someone dangerous, and he isn’t holding back anymore. He shows dark, shadowed expressions he’d ordinarily refrain from letting anyone see, and though there’s plenty of reasons for Shinae to have reservations or to doubt herself, she continues to believe in him, unflinchingly unafraid of him. Though Nol can only see himself as a monster, she’s still able to see the humanity in him, the heart of gold he doesn’t acknowledge, and will continue to hold onto that for him. And I’m a SUCKER for that, I’m A SUCKER for how they’ve developed, how they’ve grown so important to each other through these shared experiences but more importantly, by what they’ve seen in each other, what they believe in, and trying to preserve that for one and other.

Once again, the thing I love so much about them, especially as of late, is that aspect: that they can see in each other things the other cannot, or couldn’t. Nol saw in Shinae a person who had built walls around herself, who kept people out, and wanted to help her do what he couldn’t, wanted to help her open up. Shinae is returning the favor - she sees in him what Nol can’t yet, and continues to fight for him until one day he’ll be able to see it himself. They hold mirrors up to one and other! They respond so intimately to each other! Nol knows how to read Shinae like a book, what her body language is saying, what she means even when her words say something else, and Shinae is learning the same. Don’t ask about his mom, he seems angry, he’ll bolt, how does she placate him instead, how does she get him to continue to open up? Their development is SO well done and GOD I cannot get enough of it I AM SO! LKAJFJKFKJFJKFJ living for this episode, living for this ENTIRE ARC.

God I’m so satisfied lmao

#I Love Yoo #ILY Spoilers #ILY FP #ILY Brainrot #Shinae Yoo #Nolan Oliver T. Lochlainn #Nol #Alyssa Cho #I HAVE SO! MANY! FEELINGS!!!!!#these episodes are really just delivering exactly what i want and enjoy lmaoooo #confessions in the dark?#vulnerability in the dark?#the intimacy of honesty?#GOD.#GIVE ME MORE!!!!#i love when character development is done so well #when the development of relationships just writes itself #one of my biggest pet peeves is when i can't tell what compels characters #why they are so drawn to each other what is is about this character that makes the other one do what they do #but Shinae and Nol's entire development is so well done? how they've affected each other #Shinae would not be who she has become without Nol's involvement and she is returning the favor the best she can #AND IT'S SO GOOD TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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heavenlyeden · 1 year

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♱Heavenly Feast♱

𓆩Chapter 6 - The devil reborn𓆪

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CW: Explict non-con, implied child abuse, strangulation with a belt, victim blaming, immortal whumpee and whumper, murderer and somewhat defiant whumpee, creepy cannibal whumper, weird incestuous vibes on this one (whumpee looks like whumper's father and non-con still happens. Make with that what you will.)

The screams of terror and pain that echoed from the laptop brought Benjamin indescribable pleasure. He touched himself as the scene unveiled in front of him, as the knife stabbed through her chest. Oh, if people knew what the perfect, sweet Benjamin fantasized constantly about. How he wished he was the one holding the knife. But no one needed to know as long as he kept it to himself. As long as he didn’t kill anyone, no one would know.

He leaned his head back as he came, and that was when he saw. His father stood behind him with a horrified expression on his face, staring at the screen. Benjamin tried to stay calm as he paused the video and tucked his dick in.

“Dad, I didn’t know you would be back so soon.”

“I should have let her kill you,” he mumbled, “no, I should have killed you myself long ago.”

Benjamin knew at that moment — tears and pleading wouldn’t save him from his fury like the other times.

…𓆩♱𓆪…

Kieran tapped his foot, chewing on his nail. He stared at Benjamin lying before him naked, with no trace of what happened the night before, and his ankle shackled once more. Kieran, however, was stuck in it. Sitting on the chair, waiting for Benjamin to wake up, he couldn’t stop replaying it in his mind. He couldn’t believe he had never noticed how similar they were. Why were they so similar? How? No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t convince himself all those things were coincidences.

Benjamin’s whimpers echoed in the silent basement, pulling Kieran out of his thoughts. Tears fell from his eyes as he clenched his fists in his sleep. And butterflies fluttered in Kieran’s stomach even what happened. He slowly woke up, distraught, and sat up. He wiped his tears and looked at himself and around the room.

“You didn’t waste time, huh? Back to square one.” He pouted and smiled.

The angelic voice and cute attitude were laced with malice and mockery. Kieran stared at Benjamin at a loss for words as he stood up and took a step toward him.

“Don’t come any closer,” he growled.

“Why?” Benjamin tilted his head. “Aww, are you hurt? Or are you disgusted?”

Kieran gritted his teeth.

“Oh, it’s both, isn’t it? And you’re also disappointed I’m not as sweet and innocent as you thought, I bet. Aww, poor, poor Kieran. You must be so heartbroken.”

“Benjamin shut the fuck up. God, just shut up.”

Benjamin walked closer with a soft smile on his face. Kieran tensed up the closer he got, his throat closing up. He shouldn’t be the one disturbed, but the parallels to that man were like chains binding him. Benjamin lowered to his eye level and cupped his cheeks.

“You’re awfully honest and easy to read. It’s rather endearing.” His chuckle ached in Kieran’s bones.

Benjamin sat in his lap. He held onto his arms to push him away, but he couldn’t. His smile mocked him; anger and disgust boiled inside of him.

“You should have told me you’re immortal too, you know? I would be willing to play my part a bit longer if I knew.”

Kieran grabbed his chin, digging his nails into his cheeks.

“Is this amusing to you, you bastard?”

“I don’t understand why you’re so mad.” Benjamin tilted his head. “You said it yourself you wanted to hurt me, but suddenly I’m in the wrong for hurting you back?”

“I wouldn’t do anything to you if you hadn’t kissed me! I was doing a good job of controlling myself. You decided to kiss me even after I warned you.”

Benjamin stayed silent for a second, before sighing.

“... God, you’re pathetic.” He laughed, shaking his head.

Pathetic. That demon’s voice mixed with Benjamin’s. Pathetic, eh? The anger inside of him boiled over, and he hit him hard, throwing him on the floor. Before he could spew any more bullshit, he kicked him in the gut.

“Hadn’t I told you to shut the fuck up, eh?” He kicked him again and again. “Pathetic? Have you forgotten you’re the one in chains this time? Are you stupid or just cocky?”

He kicked him until he was reduced to a groaning, shaking mess on the floor. It didn’t take long. Kieran was the pathetic one when he was the one with such a low pain threshold? Hilarious. He crouched and grabbed his hair, watching the tears fall from his eyes. Wasn’t that what he wanted? Taunting him like that, pushing him like that. Those tears were genuine tears of pain. Kieran realized how fake the other ones were, as these made him squirm with desire in a way the others never could.

Even as their faces blended, he wanted it. No, even more. Benjamin glared at him through the pain. He hated that look. Benjamin still thought he had enough control to be angry at him when he should be crying and begging for forgiveness. But he would soon. Was there any reason to hold back anymore? Didn’t he want him to stop being pathetic, to be ‘strong’ like him? If he wanted Kieran to be wicked, so be it. If he sent a demon that looked like him to punish him for being ‘weak’, then he should watch from Hell what his pathetic child does to his mirror image. He dropped him on the floor and towered over him. Benjamin’s eyes widened when Kieran took his belt off.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m finishing what we started yesterday.”

He struggled, trying to push and kick Kieran away as he buckled the belt around his neck. His face contorted delightfully when Kieran tugged it, strangling him.

“Don’t fight, Benji. It will only make everything worse.”

Benjamin tried to pull the belt off in desperation. As satisfying as it was to see him losing his composure, those struggles were a hassle. Kieran rolled his eyes and punched him hard in the stomach. He stopped struggling, hugging his stomach and gasping for air. His pain satisfied Kieran like no other. He sucked his fingers, spread his legs and shoved it in without a warning. Benjamin cried out, kicking and pushing more.

“Oh, come on. I’m trying to make this better for you too, you know? Would you rather I do it raw?”

“S-Stop,” he croaked as he was choked, gripping Kieran’s clothes, “please, stop!”

Kieran laughed. His pleas only made him want to ruin him more. He moved his fingers, delighted to hear him break into sobs. When he deemed it was enough, he pulled them out and lowered his pants. Benjamin shook his head desperately, putting a grin on Kieran’s face.

“How about that, Benji: you apologize to me for what you did and kiss me nicely, and I might go easy on you.”

He sniffled, considering his options. But it was clear by the look in his eyes that he wouldn’t hurt his pride by apologizing.

“Fuck off…” He said in a final act of defiance.

“Your choice.” Kieran shrugged.

He thrust in hard, getting a choked-out scream out of Benjamin. He cried and moaned as Kieran fucked him without care, intending to hurt him as much as he could. His helplessness as he was choked and raped was much, much better than he imagined. He wished he could capture the moment he slowly gave up fighting, crying silently and beautifully. Kieran savoured the sight as he came. He panted, looking into his vacant eyes.

He felt nothing but satisfaction. Not an ounce of guilt. It was what he deserved — what his mirror image deserved. A younger version of him, a weaker version that was delicately beautiful and easy to abuse, a… He had an epiphany.

That man was indeed a demon in human form, as his mother preached. A demon that cursed him and tormented him and several people. She was right. And the demon crawled out from Hell into another human form, into this weak beauty. They acted the same and looked the same because they were the same. The same soul, the same demon.

It all made sense looking at that angle. All the evidence pointed to it. All those coincidences. Kieran laughed, seeing how pitiful and broken he looked.

It wasn’t a punishment. No, no, Kieran looked at it all wrong. It was an opportunity. He crawled out of Hell into such a weak form, and Kieran could give him the punishment he deserved. He would bring Hell to him. Kieran lowered himself to whisper in his ear.

“Know that you brought this on yourself. It’s what you deserve.”

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spamgyu · 3 months

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hi!!! i finally finished reading the backburner and! i have a lot of thoughts!

i'm sorry if it is too long, i caught flashbacks from my english literature class and started analyzing everything....

firstly, i think i told you before when i've read infrunami, but i absolutely love how you mix feelings/thoughts of the characters and the actual plot and action. you amazingly good at writing it all naturally, that i as a reader do not feel lack of information or overdose of iti love that you use small actions, glances/kisses/hesitations to kiss to describe how they feel and what they think, and not just straight up telling it

secondly, speaking about cheol/oc parallels, i agree that they're both red flags, but oc seems to be more of a pinkish red?¿ i mean, yes, she is a lil silly and blind and does not see the way mingyu looks at her before the kiss, but i wouldn't say mingyu is a backburner for her. you are the author and i can't argue, but to me it seems that she is not self-aware? like, she made sure cheol knew what she wanted out of their relationships, they were not friends before. and cheol is a manipulative leo, who wants attention and backup plans. in the episode in the 2nd version when oc rejects him he is fully aware that he hurts her, all his words, it is a calculated move, he is self-aware red flag and, i guess, just does not want to do anything about it?? but as for the oc.... i mean, she is not a good person either, but mingyu never told her hpw he felt?? and she is not supposed to read his mind?? mingyu is the best boy and my sunny bunny and deserves being appreciated but like i don't think the oc conciously hurted him🤷‍♀️

to sum up, i really want to thank you for your writing and that you make real and almost 3d characters, who are complicated and interesting to followi really appreciate your works and i hope you won't ever stop writing🥹🫶

ahhhh oh my god wait before i reply to this can i just say this made me feel so warm like wowowowowowowowow thank you so much for taking the time to read it and give me your feedback im literally crying throwing up rn

/hoshi crying pic here/

that i as a reader do not feel lack of information or overdose of iti love that you use small actions, glances/kisses/hesitations to kiss to describe how they feel and what they think, and not just straight up telling it

pls this part made me kick my feet and giggle so hard bc u get it omfg i really do try my best to show that true human nature??? like sometimes u like someone and u dont even think to do something for them??? u just do it??? like sometimes ur actions are faster than ur thoughts and ig thats what people say when "actions comes naturally when u love someone" aldk;fja;lsdkf anyways

you are the author and i can't argue, but to me it seems that she is not self-aware?

no ur right. i think though that because of her lack of selfawareness and her selfishness she unintentionally put mingyu on her backburner bc she knew he'd always be there. like she bitches about cheol running to sunhee but when shit hits the fan she always runs to mingyu.... taking his selflessness for granted

but as for the oc.... i mean, she is not a good person either, but mingyu never told her hpw he felt?? and she is not supposed to read his mind??

with this part i kind of wrote it as more of like.... she is so pressed about sunhee and cheol's relationship and she didnt see that her and mingyu were the same. she came to terms that cheol has feelings for sunhee and yet she cant see that her and mingyu's friendship is paralleled with it bc she's too focused on one thing.

ANYWAYS THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN IM LITERALLY PUKING ;ALSDKFJFKA AND THE FACT THAT U READ THE MESS OF INFRUNAMI and stuck around after??? god u need a hug

#i love love love when u guys tell me what u think of my writings like i feel like my heart is about to explode every time #spamgyu backburner

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kingbonercar · 2 years

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My Hero- Eddie Munson x GN! Reader

‼️MAJOR ST4 FINALE SPOILERS!‼️

⚠️DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU HAVE WATCHED THE SEASON FINALE⚠️

Pairing: Eddie Munson X GN Reader

Synopsis: Reader and Eddie are charged with creating a diversion for the demobats- but at what cost? (I saw someone request a fic where Eddie died in the Readers arms… well here you go. Get ready to cry)

Warnings: Eddie’s Death😐, angst. (Also this is a few months old so be kind lmao)

!ORIGINALLY POSTED ON WATTPAD!

Word count: idk man I think around 1.5k

"I'm not gonna be the hero, this time. You go, Harrington, you're more cut out for that anyways." The boy with the mane of brown curls uttered as he patted Steve 'the hair' Harrington's cotton-clad arm.

I stood beside the man called Eddie- well, I suppose it's hard to regard him as a man, as he was still attending High School as a 20-year-old. However this metal-head, punk, D&D adoring, falsely accused cult leader, secret teddy bear was one of the only individuals in my ragtag group that still had a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes. He, unlike the others and I, had not been beaten down by the years of constant battle and life-altering anxiety. He quickly turned his head to look at me-his eyes yearning for some kind of reassurance from his friend.

God I wished I could be more. All the sleepless nights spent with him in his trailer, listening to him strum mindlessly on his guitar, the noise flowing into one ear and out of the other. Before this mess we used to lay on his stained mattress together and spill every secret we ever had- making it so that confidentialities were nonexistent. We would slumber together, entangled in the thin and threadbare covers, never once questioning our platonic nature. As the months became longer and the weeks grew weary, I began to wonder what it would be like to be his. I swiftly banished such thoughts from my head when bigger problems arose, or at least I thought I did. They all came flooding back to me in this moment- along with a pervasive sense of dread. The remainders of the group trudged away- Harrington, Henderson, Wheeler, and Buckley. I was left with Munson. We were the diversion- the unintentionally sacrificial bodies.

"So let's get this party started! Are you with me, Y/N?" Eddie grinned. At least he had retained some humor despite being in the upside down.

"As ready as I'll ever be." I huffed as I grabbed a sturdy board to protect the windows of Eddie's trailer- or whatever parallel version there was of it in the upside down.

We worked for what seemed like forever, the both of us possessed a somber sense as we labored. Thoughts of Eddie entangled my conscience, my lips nearly moved to tell him that I loved him- yet I thought better of it. I bit my lip- a tad too hard, blood meeting my tooth as I gasped.

"You okay?" Eddie swiftly flew to my side.

"Oh yeah! I'm just- I lost control of my lip there!" I chuckled, making a shaky attempt to lighten the mood, although I knew that I was lying- something that I had never done to Eddie.

"Such a strange thing to do, M'Lady." He remarked. Pulling away from the side of the dilapidated trailer, he spread his arms in a triumphant manner. "Looks like we're finished!"

I grinned. He led me inside where he made a beeline for his room.

"What's your plan, Munson?" I called into the hallway.

"It's like this has been waiting here for me!" His ecstatic voice rang.

I carefully maneuvered myself around the living snakelike vines adorning the floor, and into Eddie's room. He brandished his guitar, a mischievous smile painting his face.

"Oh my god, I see what you're doing."

"This is going to be the most metal concert in the history of Hawkins!" He practically skipped into the hallway.

“Eddie!" I called after him. It was now or never.

"Yes M'Lady?" He cocked his head over his shoulder, his huge brown eyes brimming with an affectionate glaze.

"Eddie," I repeated, inching closer to him. "Before we go out there- before anything happens-"

"Nothings gonna happen, Y/N." He interrupted.

"But if something does- I want you to know- god I sound so fucking stupid but here I go- I love you. Always have. And if anything happens to you, or me, I just- I just needed you to know that you are loved." I choked out.

The man closed the gap between us with a fierce hug. My head rested on his shoulder, his denim jacket scratching my cheek. His rings dug into the flesh of my back in an almost protective way. His hair tickled my forehead slightly. This was the safest I had ever felt, wrapped in the arms of a sweet metal-head. He broke the hug, I gazed into his deep brown eyes. I decided silently that I would not let this moment be wasted. Not breaking my gaze, I united my lips with his. He gasped, then eased into the kiss. His hand dragged itself to the small of my back, the other one flying up to rest on the side of my face. My fingers entangled themselves in his curls. I let out a quiet moan as he roughly pulled me closer to his chest. Shit, that was embarrassing. He chuckled through the kiss. We simultaneously broke our lip-lock, I turned my head as a deep crimson spread across my cheeks.

"Y/N? I love you too." Eddie whispered.

I looked upon him, he grinned when he noticed I was blushing, but I returned the favor after noticing the color of his face.

"Are you ready to fight some monsters?" I playfully enquired.

"Hell yes, I am."

The next few minutes were a blur to the soundtrack of Eddie's guitar. "Master of Puppets" was strummed so passionately by the man that I almost forgot that we were about to be attacked by winged creatures. After narrowly missing a mauling by one of them, we sought refuge in the motor-home. We waited tensely for minutes upon minutes. A swarm infiltrated the house, and as soon as I knew it I was swept into the brightly-lit living room of the Munsons. I intently watched Eddie as he laboriously climbed the rope that connected the two dimensions.

"Come on, come on!" I beckoned.

He didn't answer. He dropped from the rope and sliced it with one swing.

"What the hell are you doing?" I screamed.

"I can still buy them a little extra time! Don't worry!" And he was off. Like a flash of lightning in a spring storm.

After many failed attempts of leaping into the gate from a small stool, I dragged a sturdy and hulking chair from the kitchen and lined it up with the sinister looking crack in the ceiling.

"Here goes nothing." I sighed as my feet left the ground.

The familiar feeling of being flipped onto my back and onto a squishy mattress sent shockwaves through my body. I sprang onto my feet, and ran out of the structure.

My heart dropped when I saw the swarm. The sky was obsidian with them- the nefarious little beasts that formed a tornado-like formation with their flight. I knew he was strong, sometimes I underestimated what he was capable of, and I hoped this would just be one of those times. I approached the mob of demobats, searching fervently for Eddie. A figure lay on the ground, twitching as the hellspawn prodded it.

I ran faster than I ever had before in my life. The world decelerated as the next moments seemed to turn to slow motion. A battle cry wrenched itself from my lungs as I batted my way through the thick blizzard of wings. Eddie sprawled on the cracked ground as the monsters pecked at his torso. Anger bubbled up within me as I collected the blade that his hands had failed to carry and bashed the demobat's head in. I did the same with the gaggle of beasts torturing the poor man. Many of them swooped down in an attempt to steal a chunk of my flesh, but I batted them away in a rage unmatched by anyone. However, one going unnoticed by me managed to sweep me onto the ground with a sickening thud, I noticed that I was laying beside Eddie. As soon as I extended my weapon to spear the sucker, the mass fell down in one swift motion. My eyes darted about, perplexed.

I soon brought my attention to the boy beside me, blood soaking through his Hellfire Club shirt. I maneuvered myself so that his head was in my lap, I held him as best as I could.

"Is it bad?" He croaked.

"No, it's not bad." I lied for the second time that night.

"I didn't run away this time." He breathed, as he carefully brought his hand to entangle with mine.

"I know, you're so brave. You're the bravest person I know." Tears leaked from my eyes as I uttered these words, because I knew that he was going to be gone so soon.

"I guess I'm still not the hero type though, Y/N."

"No, no that's not true, Eddie. Because you're my hero." I stroked his wild hair, and moved the stray strands stuck to his forehead.

"I love you. Thank you for loving me." His voice was scarcely a hoarse whisper as his grasp on my hand grew weak, his other hand opened to reveal his guitar pick necklace. He gave me a small nod as a signal to take it. I did so.

"I will never forget you, I love you more than you will ever know." My voice shook as sobs wriggled their way out of my throat.

The man's expression faltered as his eyes glazed over. His hands grew limp although I still squeezed them in some hope that he would still be alive.

Memories of him washed over my mind; the fateful day at Hawkins High I complimented his rings, the rendezvous in the woods after school (because I refused to skip class), and the first time I saw him play guitar. We were fast friends, as I was one of the only people who could look past his drug habits and he was the only person who ever really got me. The nights spent in his sheets were many, I would walk home smelling like him. We swore that we were 'just friends' for a long while, well, up until tonight. Everyday I would join him and his Hellfire friends in the cafeteria where they would plan their campaigns with delight and care. And soon I joined their club too, only to be met with a barrage of satanic accusations just months later. I recalled that time where I gave him a chaste peck after landing on his name playing Spin the Bottle, and how he noticed me blushing. The memory of him showing up on my doorstep with tears budding in his eyes was vivid in my mind. He cried while I held him, he had nowhere to go in the town that hated him.

Now my tears matched his, the boy that died fighting for the same town that banished him. The upside down seemed colder now. I didn't recall it being so bitingly frigid. I clutched his necklace, and leaned down and kissed his forehead, inhaling my last breath of him.

I sat with crystalline tears racing down my cheeks, in this foreign dimension of unspeakable evil, holding my fallen hero in my arms.

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hyacinthyne · 2 years

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Will Arya encounter Euron Greyjoy?

BALON GREYJOY’S DEATH

"Which bloody king is dead, crone?" Lem demanded.

"The wet one. The kraken king, m'lords. I dreamt him dead and he died, and the iron squids now turn on one another. Oh, and Lord Hoster Tully's died too, but you know that, don't you? In the hall of kings, the goat sits alone and fevered as the great dog descends on him." The old woman took another long gulp of wine, squeezing the skin as she raised it to her lips.

Beside the embers of their campfire, she saw Tom, Lem, and Greenbeard talking to a tiny little woman, a foot shorter than Arya and older than Old Nan, all stooped and wrinkled and leaning on a gnarled black cane. Her white hair was so long it came almost to the ground. When the wind gusted it blew about her head in a fine cloud. Her flesh was whiter, the color of milk, and it seemed to Arya that her eyes were red, though it was hard to tell from the bushes. "The old gods stir and will not let me sleep," she heard the woman say. "I dreamt I saw a shadow with a burning heart butchering a golden stag, aye. I dreamt of a man without a face, waiting on a bridge that swayed and swung. On his shoulder perched a drowned crow with seaweed hanging from his wings. I dreamt of a roaring river and a woman that was a fish. Dead she drifted, with red tears on her cheeks, but when her eyes did open, oh, I woke from terror. All this I dreamt, and more. Do you have gifts for me, to pay me for my dreams?"

This has more significance if we consider that

The wording of the Balon bit is a tad suspect. The killer of Balon seems to be Euron’s accomplice rather than Euron himself (”on his shoulder perched a drowned crow”) He is Euron’s agent.

The one descriptor we have for this man is that he is “without a face”

This indicates the Faceless Men.

Some even suspect that this was Jaqen/Pate who would then have returned to Braavos and received his new assignment. That’s a bit fuzzy but it’s not too unlikely.

ARYA AT THE TRIDENT

(tw: mentions of suicide attempt/consideration) - just in case

If I jumped over the side, the river would wash me away before the Hound even knew that I was gone. She looked back over a shoulder, and saw Sandor Clegane struggling with his frightened horse, trying to calm him. She would never have a better chance to get away from him. I might drown, though. Jon used to say that she swam like a fish, but even a fish might have trouble in this river. Still, drowning might be better than King's Landing. She thought about Joffrey and crept up to the prow. The river was murky brown with mud and lashed by rain, looking more like soup than water. Arya wondered how cold it would be. I couldn't get much wetter than I am now. She put a hand on the rail.

But a sudden shout snapped her head about before she could leap. The ferrymen were rushing forward, poles in hand. For a moment she did not understand what was happening. Then she saw it: an uprooted tree, huge and dark, coming straight at them. A tangle of roots and limbs poked up out of the water as it came, like the reaching arms of a great kraken. The oarsmen were backing water frantically, trying to avoid a collision that could capsize them or stove their hull in. The old man had wrenched the rudder about, and the horse at the prow was swinging downstream, but too slowly. Glistening brown and black, the tree rushed toward them like a battering ram.

I feel like this is one of the most unnoticed scenes in all of ASOIAF.I mean, in this little extract we have:

Arya contemplating escape/suicide

It mildly parallels Sansa considering pushing Joffrey

“before she could leap” It feels so.. dubious? I can’t even quite tell if she’s humoring herself but she is definitely considering it.

The bit about the cold. George’s death = coldness is pretty heavy handed. Arya is considering making a suicidal escape attempt, she is “flirting with death”

The soup bit. I always thought there was some sort of an extended metaphor going on with soup throughout Arya’s chapters.

An example of similar symbolism would be the peach serving as an ongoing representation of sex, pleasure, play lightness, disregard.. etc (Stannis and Renly, the Peach at Stoney Sept, Gendry refusing the peach while harkening a bit to Stannis, Asha and Qarl with their peaches)

With the soup, there’s Weasel Soup (of course), then (see down below) and another one is how Arya killed the old insurance man in a soup shop.

"I am not in the habit of serving ale to children, but the cider's run out, there's no cows for milk, and the river water tastes of war, with all the dead men drifting downstream. If I served you a cup of soup full of dead flies, would you drink it?"

"Arry would," said Hot Pie. "I mean, Squab."

If we look at how rain and storm play a part in A Storm of Swords and even just ASOIAF in general and specifically in Arya’s story, “I couldn’t get much wetter than I am now” packs a punch. Even later, Arya’s dread and her quasi-prophetic dreams of the Red Wedding correlate somewhat with a fever. Arya even confuses the twinges of anxiety and dread for that fever.

The kraken... the um... tree kraken? I’m no expert on the Greyjoys but this doesn’t seem like a mere descriptor. I think it foreshadows an encounter. A hostile one. The way that it’s placed, it’s abrupt, it’s significant; “then she saw it”

My talking about this scene should’ve been a separate post.

It likens to this

Arya got to her feet, moving warily. The heads were all around her. She touched one, curious, wondering if it was real. Her fingertips brushed a massive jaw. It felt real enough. The bone was smooth beneath her hand, cold and hard to the touch. She ran her fingers down a tooth, black and sharp, a dagger made of darkness. It made her shiver.

"It's dead," she said aloud. "It's just a skull, it can't hurt me." Yet somehow the monster seemed to know she was there. She could feel its empty eyes watching her through the gloom, and there was something in that dim, cavernous room that did not love her. She edged away from the skull and backed into a second, larger than the first. For an instant she could feel its teeth digging into her shoulder, as if it wanted a bite of her flesh. Arya whirled, felt leather catch and tear as a huge fang nipped at her jerkin, and then she was running. Another skull loomed ahead, the biggest monster of all, but Arya did not even slow. She leapt over a ridge of black teeth as tall as swords, dashed through hungry jaws, and threw herself against the door.

and then this

This time the monsters did not frighten her. They seemed almost old friends. Arya held the candle over her head. With each step she took, the shadows moved against the walls, as if they were turning to watch her pass. "Dragons," she whispered. She slid Needle out from under her cloak. The slender blade seemed very small and the dragons very big, yet somehow Arya felt better with steel in her hand.

This indicates a future encounter with Daenerys and/or her dragons. It is mimicked by Tyrion’s encounter with the dragon skulls which is sure to be fulfilled.

I don’t really have much speculation other than that I think Arya will encounter a Greyjoy (Euron specifically)

Even stronger evidence is here:

As Arya crossed the yard to the bathhouse, she spied a raven circling down toward the rookery, and wondered where it had come from and what message it carried. Might be it's from Robb, come to say it wasn't true about Bran and Rickon. She chewed on her lip, hoping. If I had wings I could fly back to Winterfell and see for myself. And if it was true, I'd just fly away, fly up past the moon and the shining stars, and see all the things in Old Nan's stories, dragons and sea monsters and the Titan of Braavos, and maybe I wouldn't ever fly back unless I wanted to.

Sea-Monsters= Krakens. Real krakens, Greyjoys... it makes no odds.

Arya has dragon-related foreshadowing and she’s already seen the Titan of Braavos.

This is reminiscent of another set of somewhat fulfilled childlike hopes that Arya has in Harrenhal.

Arya went to her knees. She wasn't sure how she should begin. She clasped her hands together. Help me, you old gods, she prayed silently. Help me get those men out of the dungeon so we can kill Ser Amory, and bring me home to Winterfell. Make me a water dancer and a wolf and not afraid again, ever.

The “not afraid again, ever” relates to her future empowerment but mostly to this:

But thinking of the village made her remember the march, and the storeroom, and the Tickler. She thought of the little boy who'd been hit in the face with the mace, of stupid old All-for-Joffrey, of Lommy Greenhands. I was a sheep, and then I was a mouse, I couldn't do anything but hide. Arya chewed her lip and tried to think when her courage had come back. Jaqen made me brave again. He made me a ghost instead of a mouse.

"A man sees. A man hears. A man knows."

She regarded him suspiciously. Had the gods sent him? "How'd you make the dog kill Weese? Did you call Rorge and Biter up from hell? Is Jaqen H'ghar your true name?"

We should pay attention to Arya’s wishes. I don’t think that the sea monsters were just to keep the Titan of Braavos company in all of its foreshadowing glory.

I went a bit off topic on this... anyhow, Arya and Euron Greyjoy interaction pre-Arya’s return to Westeros seem likely to anyone else?

#this is more a bunch of disconnected quotes than a meta #arya stark #asoiaf #euron greyjoy #arya stark meta

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thequeenofmyownscreen · 2 years

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Fourteen things I noted about CR2E97 “The Fancy and the Fooled” and the Talks Machina about it :

I know it's the last live episode before the pandemic and all that happened since... and it's sad to think about about that. Knowing that, I was prepared to enjoy and cherish the hell ouf this episode, even more so than usual because I fucking love live episodes of CR, and I hope that someday in the future they will 1) do it again 2) maybe on a continent where I would be able to attend without getting myself in debt

THE OUTFITS !!!!! i love Ashley's the most because i do love long sleeves. But everyone was so sparkly and beautiful (except Sam)

Matt grumbles about how the party named "the custom ship I worked really hard to have custom made and present to you guys with a cool opportunity to name your one fantasy ship" : The Balleater, and Liam just adress the audience "Hey guys, what's that book called again ?". The entire live audience : "THE BALLEATER !!" Travis, at Matt, laughing his ass off : "Never had 3000 people shout that at you before !"

"Are we getting banned on Twitch right now ?" yes this question is asked because of what Sam is doing with his mouth live in front of 3000 people.

ESSEK ???????? ESSEK WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING i knew it !! No that's a lie I didn't ! He was shady, at first, and then he became their friend ! So I forgot the suspicions, even though looking back, of course it's him, he was in the best position to do so.

Jester : "If I tattooed your bicep, Yasha... I would have intimate knowledge of your bicep !" Yasha, probably just a little bit turned on : *awkward laugh*

Marion totally thinks the Mighty Nein are gonna have weird clay sex in her bathroom, but she's "not one to judge".

VETH IS HERE !! oh the description from Matt was so lovely. There was a religious silence in the audience, and then a formidable applause, as we all see her official art change. So great.

Beau : "Fjord, Yasha, do you want to go to the fish market ?" Yasha : "It is my favored terrain.." Ashley's half ashamed for this joke but IT IS AMAZING. Really, the whole scene with Fjord and the disaster lesbians is such gold.

Caduceus, to Beau : "How would you like an hour of being your best self ?" Later, he cast Tongues on her. Beau, who will seize every opportunity to make lesbian jokes : "I see what you mean by my best self now, yeah ! You're fucking insightful, Caduceus."

Travis, as they're dragging around Lord Thain'/Essek's paralized body at the part : "What happened to just messaging Essek and fucking prank calling him ?" Matt, who also did not expect any of that at all : "WELCOME TO THE MIGHTY NEIN, TRAVIS !!"

Gotta respect Liam, old-time D&D player that he is, actually rolling 15d8 to put Essek to sleep.

The scene with Essek, oh my god, I was half-crying at the end. I'm not sure what kind of choice they will do regarding Essek's status, but the talk about him having clear goals, and having the Mighty Nein, through the sheer force of friendship, making those goals a little less important, and so making the consequences of his actions a lot more important... The parallels between Caleb and him ! The fact that he feels alone, but is accepted in this group of weirdoes who only have each other. And so so many quotes by Liam, who is a powerhouse in crafting dialogues. "You were not born with venom in your veins"

Sam is outraged that Liam named the new spell used in Nott's transformation after Caleb Widogast, and not Veth or Nott. outraged, I say ! this is so funny

#my thoughts #critical role #cr campaign 2 #CR2E97 #i hope you like reblogs of old stuff 'cause boy did tumblr had some things to say on this one

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12pt-times-new-roman · 2 years

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*Finding Nemo seagull voice* lore? lore? lore?

Is... is Ira using pieces of the gnarlrock as light sources for plants? What? "Ira warned us they have an immediate proximity issue... just said it wasn't healthy." And Ira can handle them. He's the one who brought them here. Definitely makes me think that the gnarlrock is one of those things that's just pure power — it can be used for good or bad, but it isn't inherently either, it's just powerful.

Also makes me think that one of the conceits of this campaign is that a neutral perspective is an assumption of the world.

Fearne is half elven! Ollie is a blond elf with a Scottish accent. The only other elves we know of that have this accent are the elves of Uthodurn, but it's implied that Ollie is from the Feywild originally (and is therefore an eladrin, maybe?).

Treshi is (allegedly) the one who instructed Ira's experimentation and the subjects of said experimentation. From what we know right now, I would argue that Ira is just as chaotic neutral as Chetney is.

The machine that Ollie, Birdie, and Ira are building is called the "veil scatter-scope," and it can see things for dozens of miles around like a goddamn periscope. Even without the lens from Morri, it can see leylines, and they look like auroras. When the telescope looks at Ruidus, "it's almost like your thoughts seem to wander when you focus too hard on it." The telescope could see many things, but not Ruidus — until now.

"I don't know how much your mother's told you... we've been trying to figure out this dubious lunar nightmare since it showed up back home. You were touched by its flare... several years later, it just showed up in one of the shaded regions. Now, you were too young to really tell much about this, but I have from my mother what she calls the squint — I get little glimpses of possibilities when I'm in danger, little flashes of choices and I pick the better one. It's like a faint oracle touch, whatever you wanna call it... usually just teases, flashes, enough to get out of trouble. But when I saw that red moon invading our sky, I had more than a squint, it was a full vision. I saw the red light of that moon widen like a hungry mist, decaying the life and green from out homeland, leaving dust and dull red light in its wake... I saw our home crumble, I saw what was Birdie's silhouette standing in the center of the light unmoving, reaching for it before it caught us all. But looking at you now, I'm not sure it was her silhouette... we knew we had to do something."

*drunkposting starts here*

After Ollie sought help from the Seelie Court, they were threatened by the Unseelie, and he and Birdie followed them back to the Unseelie Court. There, they discovered that the Unseelie had put up an illusion to hide the moon from the rest of the Feywild, and we know the rest of the story from Birdie.

Morrigan is also known as "the Fate-Stitcher." what??

The parallels to EXU:C are really stacking up.

Hondir believes that Imogen is Ruidus-born

Both Otohan and the other gray-haired elven man — who wore grey and blue robes — are Ruidus-born.

"Time's been ticking down for years now, leading in this direction."

Ira is fucking fascinating, and I love his character in a really fucked up way.

"I had grown weary of such post-war times... between a wild that bored me and a world that forgot me, I was restless... yes, I've done merry an impulsive and selfish thing, but it seemed interesting enough to pursue." Very fey, and very very similar to Artagan. "You don't have to trust me, but if you stop me, what do you learn? You don't have to trust me... just let me work."

Oh my god, three-way date with Ira, Ashton, and Laudna? I thought I had my ships set in stone for this campaign, but..... if someone writes this, please tag me

The Moontide Crown is "partially metal, partially immaterial crystal," and it does some "pretty interesting things" when you put it on, like increasing darkvision range, giving truesight, giving "magics I'd never felt before," and having a "strong connection to the skies above, I could draw magics from the moon — both of them."

When Birdie and Ollie left Fearne, she was "still a young girl, but not that [14] young." To which Ira notes that "well, you left her with Morri. She is a collector of things. If she knew she had limited time, she might've stretched it for all it's worth. It wouldn't be the first time."

So in theory, Fearne was born in 823 PD, if my drunk math doesn't deceive me.

Morrigan is 12-13 feet tall?? what the fuck???

"What was Morri like before Fearne?" "Like us, one of those outlier fey, a collector of sorts... she plays guardian to one of her own fanes, a place of power, and she does favors for those who ask in exchange for things to add to her collection... she's what you would call crone. She has no coven, she's a strange one in her own right. She's been around for as long as I have... it seemed to work out okay, there could've been worse choices [to take care of Fearne, pointing towards Ira]."

??????

"Ira, you said that she would make this for us, right? Right?"

So Fearne was what Ollie and Birdie gave in exchange for Morri creating the final component of their telescope.

Huh.

Wild.

Fey.

(definitely not me, looking at this discordant morality between fey and mortal as if it's the same as the incongruent morality between Betrayers and mortals in EXU:C.)

"Ira, what are we building?"

"As you glance through, you see before you the green sheen before what us almost a dark, universal sky speckled with stars, And there in the center, is the lightly muddied red of Ruidus, a familiar sight... but there's something you've never seen before around it. There is a shape that encompasses it, clear as day, like a field of energy, like something that encapsulates it. Not unlike some of the magical forcefields and such you've learned to generate, and it has a texture, like a lattice weave, an extremely powerful gathering of different magical threads that crate this textured weave that seals it off entirely... it looks more like like a cage. It's strong, distinct, something you've never seen before, unlike anything you've ever seen..."

"It's a prison."

"What do you see?"

"I see a god that can't get out. Am I right?"

"It's my first time hearing of it..." [Make an insight check. [16.] Hard to read... [24]... 'an imprisoned god, you say? Interesting...'"

"Any breaks in the weave, any flaws? [Natural 1.] Focused on this, it's still a fresh sight... as you look through it, the sense of a headache that was mentioned before never takes root... and you swear, you swear there's something you're missing."

Orym?

NATURAL 20 FOR A 27

"Glancing in, he adjusts some of the elements..." "As you focus in, you see the same lattice shape, you blink a bit... roll a religion check for me. [8] While the nature of this field that contains the red moon evades you, your eyes catch a glint in the middle of the red storm as the device is scanning past the front of it, and it's moving away from it... As the telescope pushes past the layer of lattice-like energy, the storm is clearer than its ever been. [Imogen] sees it part for just a moment, and there's a city."

nooooooooo I'm too drunk to process this fully, what the fuck

Cognouza? Avalir? the Ars ward of Aeor that we've never seen before? who fucking knows???

[text break]

Tharizdun enthusiasts, how we doin'?

I will expand upon this tomorrow when I collect my thoughts

#critical role #critical role c3 #critical role campaign 3 #critical role liveblog #note watches c3 #critical role spoilers #drunkposting #cw alcohol mention

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silentxxsoul · 2 years

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The ‘one week wasn’t enough time to mentally prepare for what Aisha and Tracie are about to do to me’ reaction dump:

This is going to wreck me I know it

I’m so stoked for HenRen but at this cost???

Actually feed me the tension and suspense

But also not too much bc I can’t handle it 🥺

Ohhhhh Karen acting like a bossssssssssss

WAIT

WAIT CHIM SET THEM UP??????

OMG YESSSSSS

neighbor Chim to the rescue

Hen was so smitten already

Y'all I'm so excited for baby HenRen

I'm also LIVING for all the home life scenes with Denny ♥

Denny's 'momma' 🥺

WAIT

ALSO

MY BRAIN IS MAKING CONNECTIONS

THIS TOTALLY MEANS KAREN AND CHIM WERE SLOPPY DRUNK BFFS LONG BEFORE THE TEQUILA!!!!!!!!!1

Also, I'm loving the music choices this season

I'll be honest, I never even considered how the fostering would be affected by Hen progressing with the med school story line. It makes sense and if they don't go through with it, I wonder if this will set up more placements? I'd love to see that more for HenRen

yall I KNOW they did NOT just have hen on the phone for THAT ?!

I -

Get them to a vow renewal honeymoon on a tropical island stat

OH THANK GOD DENNY IS OKAY

NOW HELP KAREN

I love Chim catching her sneaking out lmao

jesus the suspense rn

wait was that a fucking arm?

nice to see they've still got their gag factor going

Buck you shoulda known she was gonna go fully Buck too lol

All yall are the same

So wait, I'm terrified to know how we go from this to her being worked on in the bus ??????

Nightmare for Hen or ??????????

Well tbf it is a nightmare but

I love the glimpse of Karen reacting about Eva calling about Denny - it really hits home harder how the eventual cheating hurt her, and it's kinda incredible she overcame it enough to move forward with Hen.

Bobby in the bus???!!!

Howard. Chimney. Han. You can't just -

FOX I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD

IF YOU KILL HER

I WILL RIOT SO

FUCKING

HARD

I SWEAR

GOD DAMDN

THANK YOU

that was too fucking close for comfort okay

sob. city.

I can't believe there's only 15ish minutes Itleft - this episode FLEW

It's a little thing, but once again I noticed how Eddie looks to Buck to reassure him - that little nod and affirmation that Karen would be alright. I really enjoy seeing those subtle choices between them ♥

Karen has such a big heart 😭

Yep, Denny thanking her broke me thanks fox more dramatic sobbing here

I KNEW IT

I KNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW

So like - here's the thing: I would love to see her as a doctor. I would love to see Hen being a boss bitch saving people and doing surgery, and maybe even getting her own show, but selfishly I'm glad she trashed those papers because I love the Wilson family so much and am afraid that if they moved to a spin off that we'd get significantly less crossover with the 118 fam. Plus the doctor storyline would definitely have her having to make even more sacrifices in the long run (just thinking about residency alone, which is another year off) and I'll be honest I don't trust Fox to give the storyline good attention. I mean, we went how long with it chilling on the back burner?

I'm at least glad they put a lot of thought and effort into fading the storyline, because we got HenRen backstory, we got Karen backstory, we got so many cute Denny-and-Moms moments, and we got to see Chim being a meddling little shit.

"Are we supposed to take him out of the carrier?" lmaooooo

baby denny is fucking adorable ahhhhhhhhhh

Paralleling Karen giving up her dream with Hen giving up hers (at least temporarily) has me sobbing again

Karen's little snarl at Hen on the couch lmao I love them

Denny is too fucking cute 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"This is my dream"

I'M SOBBING SO MUCH RN

I NEED THAT TWO WEEK BREAK TO PROCESS

10/10 THIS EPISODE IS TOP 5 ALL TIME CANNOT STOP BEING EMOTIONAL I LOVE THE WILSON FAMILY SO FUCKING MUCH

#911 fox #911 on fox #911 fox spoilers #everyone gather round for a group hug after this ep #also shoutout to the meddling little shit that is Howard Chimney Han #love you ♥#christ alive im emotional after tonight #tens all around for this ep i mean wooooooow

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autolovecraft · 9 months

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I've seen sights before, but there was one thing too much here.

Birch cautiously ascended with his tools and stood abreast of the narrow transom. In time the hole grew so large that he ventured to try his body in it now and then, shifting about so that the narrow ventilation funnel in the top ran through several feet of earth, making this direction utterly useless to consider. He could not walk, it appeared, and the coffin niches on the sides and rear—which Birch seldom took the trouble to use—afforded no ascent to the space above the door. The afflicted man was fully conscious, but would say nothing of any consequence; merely muttering such things as Oh, my ankles!

Birch to the outside of a spare bed and sent his little son Edwin for Dr. Davis. Maddened by the sound, or by the stench which billowed forth even to the open air, the waiting horse gave a scream that was too frantic for a neigh, and plunged madly off through the night, the wagon rattling crazily behind it.

You kicked hard, for Asaph's coffin was on the floor. In this funereal twilight he rattled the rusty handles, pushed at the iron panels, and wondered why the massive portal had grown so suddenly recalcitrant. He was merely crass of fiber and function—thoughtless, careless, and liquorish, as his easily avoidable accident proves, and without that modicum of imagination which holds the average citizen within certain limits fixed by taste. It must have been midnight at least when Birch decided he could get through the transom. The wounds—for both ankles were frightfully lacerated about the Achilles' tendons—seemed to puzzle the old physician greatly, and finally almost to frighten him.

But it would be well to say as little as could be said, and to use it when Asaph Sawyer died of a malignant fever. The body was pretty badly gone, but if ever I saw vindictiveness on any face—or former face. His frightened horse had gone home, but his frightened wits never quite did that. Horrible pains, as of savage wounds, shot through his calves; and in his mind was a vortex of fright mixed with an unquenchable materialism that suggested splinters, loose nails, or some other attribute of a breaking wooden box. In this funereal twilight he rattled the rusty handles, pushed at the iron panels, and wondered why the massive portal had grown so suddenly recalcitrant.

He cried aloud once, and a little later gave a gasp that was more terrible than a cry. Most distinctly Birch was lax, insensitive, and professionally undesirable; yet I still think he was not an evil man. On the afternoon of Friday, April 15th, then, Birch set out for the tomb with horse and wagon to transfer the body of Matthew Fenner.

Neither did his old physician Dr. Davis, who died years ago. Then he fled back to the lodge and broke all the rules of his calling by rousing and shaking his patient, and hurling at him a year ago last August … He was the devil incarnate, Birch, but you knew what a little man old Fenner was. He changed his business, but something always preyed upon him. God, what a rage! In this funereal twilight he rattled the rusty handles, pushed at the iron panels, and wondered why the massive portal had grown so suddenly recalcitrant. Whether he had imagination enough to wish they were empty, is strongly to be doubted. He had, it seems, planned in vain when choosing the stoutest coffin for the platform; for no sooner was his full bulk again upon it than the rotting lid gave way, jouncing him two feet down on a surface which even he did not care to imagine. Perhaps he screamed. Then he fled back to the lodge and broke all the rules of his calling by rousing and shaking his patient, and hurling at him a succession of shuddering whispers that seared into the bewildered ears like the hissing of vitriol. Finally he decided to lay a base of three parallel with the wall, to place upon this two layers of two each, and upon these a single box to serve as the platform. The skull turned my stomach, but the bald fact of imprisonment so far from the daily paths of men was enough to exasperate him thoroughly. Never did he knock together flimsier and ungainlier caskets, or disregard more flagrantly the needs of the rusty lock on the tomb door which he slammed open and shut with such nonchalant abandon. Undisturbed by oppressive reflections on the time, the place, and the degree of dignity to be maintained in posing and adapting the unseen members of lifeless tenants to containers not always calculated with sublimest accuracy.

He always remained lame, for the great tendons had been severed; but I think the greatest lameness was in his soul. He was just dizzy and careless enough to annoy his sensitive horse, which as he drew it viciously up at the tomb neighed and pawed and tossed its head, much as on that former occasion when the rain had vexed it. God, what a rage! He gave old Matt the very best his skill could produce, but was thrifty enough to save the stoutly built casket of little Matthew Fenner for the top, in order that his feet might have as certain a surface as possible. For an impersonal doctor, Davis' ominous and awestruck cross-examination became very strange indeed as he sought to drain from the weakened undertaker every least detail of his horrible experience. What else, he added, could ever in any case be proved or believed? I'll never get the picture out of my head as long as I live. At any rate he kicked and squirmed frantically and automatically whilst his consciousness was almost eclipsed in a half-swoon. He gave old Matt the very best his skill could produce, but was thrifty enough to save the stoutly built casket of little Matthew Fenner for the top, in order that his feet might have as certain a surface as possible.

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