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cha1cedony · 4 months
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I'm gonna ramble about fic writing (while taking a break from actually writing, but I'm making progress this time! I promise! woohoo. knock on wood). ANYWAY, one of my favorite things to consider as far as characterization goes is self-awareness. Because there's so many different ways and degrees to which a protagonist can be self-aware, and I just LOVE seeing how characters shift (not necessarily 'grow') over the timeline of a story. I love thinking about where a specific character would choose willful ignorance, where they would choose to come to terms with a harsh reality, where they would be entirely oblivious, where they're NOT oblivious but can't even verbalize it in their own internal monologue... chef's kiss. My favorite stuff to write
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spectres-fulcrum · 2 years
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I restarted the Thrawn 2017 audiobook at work and early stage Thranto is so good.
I love love love Thrawn being out of Eli's childhood myths and having to confront that from both sides. I love how Thrawn's solely interested in Eli-no one else. Because he knows his words lies solely in Eli's hands. And Eli calls kraytspit. I love the line about Eli having to tear his eyes from Thrawn, I love that Thrawn's first words to Eli is about how they spoke the common language when their two people traded together-they had a history, long before them.
I love Eli being so scared of being pulled off of his path but it'll be a week-what's the worst that can happen?
Knowing now, that it ends with Vah'nya and Un'hee and him being willing to kill them out of affection in a Chiss like way. From a Chiss warship. With the trust of some of the greatest admirals the galaxy knows. The worst that can happen is the journey to Lt. Commander, and after that, he relaxes into the place he didn't realize he was always meant to be.
It's so funny seeing them at the beginning-but so delicious. Idk if this is going to be a full reread/listen but it's so good. I love Thrawn 2017 Thranto so much. Like that book has *chef's kisses* dynamics.
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crepuscularqueens · 2 years
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you would not believe how many black sails thoughts are just running in circles around my little brain. like. give it a fucking rest.
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orange-clown · 18 days
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MXTX Main Characters on if I think they would use an ad blocker or not:
Shen Yuan: Does not use an ad blocker, mainly because he pays for ad-free versions of everything if they're offered. Probably lectures on "economic necessity of ads" if anyone were to bring it up to him and bitches endlessly on social media every time ads get more annoying/intrusive but ultimately does nothing about it.
Luo Binghe: As a kid, it never even crosses his mind that it's something you CAN do. As an adult, only if the ads annoy or inconvenience him. Doesn't really care either way about the moral/ethical principles.
Wei Wuxian: Wrote his own ad blockers, probably from a shockingly young age. Will also forcibly/stealthily install them on all of his loved one's stuff. His siblings have not seen an ad in a decade and have not noticed.
Lan Wangji: Will patiently sit through any ad that is presented to him. It does the advertisers no good, as he is not interested in anything that they are trying to sell him. The algorithm is still trying to categorize him to this day.
Xie Lian: Does not use an ad blocker because he does not understand how technology works. He might accidentally have some sort over ad blocker due to the fact that all of his tech is so old that the ads don't display properly on it.
Hua Cheng: The one that I have the least strong opinion on, tbh. Probably would, but only on a matter of principle/for privacy reasons. The stuff he REALLY wants to keep private (aka his Xie Lian shrines) are all strictly off line and can't be traced to him, so I don't see him caring too much one way or the other.
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cozage · 9 months
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Hello! Hello! Hope you are doing well! Could I get sfw and nsfw headcanons for shanks, ace, and kidd with an S/O whose being bratty/annoying because they want physical attention?
ILY this was so ?!?!!?? Ugh im literally in love with this writing and you for giving me this prompt thank you
Characters: gn reader x Shanks, Ace, Kidd CW: mostly nsfw things going on here of varying calibers. Shanks has some nipple play. Kidd is absolutely deranged like always
Bratty Consequences
Shanks
Oh Shanks knows the very fine line that exists between your “fun witty banter” and “i'm about to be a major brat”
He always, always, always gives you attention when you start to give him attitude. He knows what you want. You can’t trick him. 
Normally he soothes you before you even have the chance to be a nuisance honestly. He’ll see you storm into a room and say “Baby!! I was looking for you! Come sit with me.”
Shanks is a big lap guy. He loves wrapping his arm around you and holding you close. 
If you start to squirm, trying to grind against his cock, he’ll give your neck or your ear a little nip. “Settle down now,” he’ll purr in your ear. “I’ll take care of you real soon, mmkay?”
Inevitably, you’ll start rocking again, trying to get his attention back on you. One of two things will happen, depending on where you are. 
One: If you’re in public or sitting at a table, his hand will dip down and start stimulating you back. If you’re going to play dirty, so will he. He has no shame, especially if he’s on an island you’ll never visit again. If people want to see him stroking you over your clothes, so let them. He’ll edge you on until you’re whimpering and begging him to fuck you, all with a smile on his face. 
Two: If he’s with the crew or not doing anything important, he’ll excuse himself from the table and pull you along to a secluded place.
Regardless of how it starts, it ends the same.
Once you’re alone, he’ll pull your shirt off and grab your hand. He starts with your finger tips and slowly kisses his way up your arm, to your shoulder, and down your torso. 
He’ll stop for a moment at your nipples, giving them a little extra attention. He kisses them, sucks them, rolls them in his fingers and teases you endlessly by holding them between his teeth. He stays there for as long as he needs, until you’re so desperate that you’re practically dry humping him. 
He’ll finally move lower, kissing your stomach and slowly trailing down to your groin. He’ll hover, breathing heavy with desire. Even if you raise your hips to get closer to his mouth, he’ll move back just out of reach, so his breath is still whispering across your skin. 
“Please, Shanks,” you beg him. You’re so desperate, you can’t think straight. All you want is his mouth on your skin again. “Please.”
He smiles, eager to grant your wish. And he dives straight into pleasing you, getting more passionate with every moan, whimper, and sigh you let out. 
Ace
Oh Ace loves when you get bratty. It may even be his favorite version of you, because he knows what always comes after. 
In the early stages of your mood, he gives you sass right back. It’s flirtatious banter, because he knows that will shut you up and bring a cute blush to your cheeks. 
Once you start getting more demanding though, or your tone starts getting sharper, he’ll just cut you off mid sentence and start giving you little kisses all over your face. 
Tbh…he’s a bit stupid, so sometimes it takes him a bit to realize how to actually…help you.
When you snap at him, he holds your hand. When you start to get grumpy, he asks when was the last time you ate. When you start to whine, he pulls you into his chest and holds you for a long time. He’ll still say some stupid or witty comment, but it’s paired with the attention you need and want. You always grumble or try to fight his cute gestures, and eventually it clicks.
“Oh, I see,” He’ll say and he wraps you in a tight hug. Even when you fight him, he just picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. “Be back soon fellas. Gotta go take care of something, ” he’ll call to his friends, which results in you covering your face with your hands in embarrassment. 
“Alright babe,” Ace says, setting you down on the bed. “What do you want?”
“Nothing.” You cross your arms and turn your head away from him. 
“Really?” Ace asks, cocking an eyebrow. He pushes you onto your back, and opens your legs to tower above you. “You don’t want anything at all?”
“Nope.” You’re trying to avoid eye contact with him, still pouting. 
“Not even…” he leans across your torso so his lips are right above your neck. “This?” 
His question sends a shiver down your spine, and you take a sharp breath in as his lips press against your neck. A soft moan escapes your lips that further ignites his passion, and he bites down on your soft flesh. 
“Ace,” you sigh his name and he grins against your neck. His tongue swirls over the area he just bit, and you can feel your body arching, trying to press against him. 
“Lift,” he demands, sitting back up. His fingers grab your belt loops and he quickly yanks your shorts off and tosses them to the side. 
You reach for Ace’s belt buckle as well, eager for his cock to be free, but he stops you. 
“Don’t worry, love. We’ll get to me,” he chuckles. “Right now, let’s focus on you.”
Kidd
If you’re being bratty to Kidd, you better expect a healthy dose of sass from him. He will always give you attitude back.
Everything is a competition with him, and this is no different. He’ll give you just enough attention to keep your attitude up. Not nearly enough to satisfy you, but little doses here and there to keep the game going. 
Sometimes he’ll offer you food, or acknowledge you with words, but he’s careful not to satisfy you with touch. 
The brattier you get, the more he ignores you. It’s a dangerous game - one that always leads to both of you frustrated for different reasons. But god, it sure is fun. The harder you try to get his attention, the more he degrades and ignores you.
He wants you to grovel and beg for him. He wants you to yell at him, shove him, physically block his view with your body to get him to finally pay attention to you. If you’re going to be bratty, he wants you pissed off as well. (He’s such a red flag for this but we love him anyway)
Only when you demand his attention and are close to your breaking point (which, coincidentally, he's excellent at gauging), will he finally pull you away into a quiet place. 
Once you’re alone, he pushes you down on your knees and unbuckles his pants. “Suck.”
His cock springs forth as his pants drop around his ankles, and you let out a soft whimper. 
“You wanted my attention, didn’t you?” He’ll mock, with a cocky grin on his face. “You’ve got it. Now suck.”
You wrap your lips around his bulbous cock, and he instantly starts thrusting into you. You sputter and choke, but his hands quickly grab your head, holding it in place while he face fucks you. You can feel tears leaking out of your eyes and you struggle to keep eye contact with your captain, but he’s staring down at you with a dark and menacing look. 
What a pretty picture you are, all teary eyed, choking on his cock. He wants to teach you a lesson about consequences to your actions, but now you look so sweet and innocent. He’s almost forgotten what a pain you’ve been to him the past few hours. Almost. 
When he finally lets go of you and pulls out of your mouth, you’re left gasping for air. He instantly drops down on his knees and grabs your face, pulling you in for a long kiss. 
“Fuck,” he mumbles. “You’re so hot. How can I reward you for being so good? You want me to fuck you now?”
You’re still struggling to catch your breath, but you let out a nod, your eyes widening in enthusiasm. 
He gives you a cocky grin, pushing you down on your back. “You really are a brat, you know that? But I’m going to take care of you now.” He lines his cock at your entrance and begins to slowly push into you, moaning slightly as you adjust to his size. “So you better be good and take it all, okay baby?”
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melpomenes-melody · 3 months
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Tbh, I feel like the change from the robot spiders to the chair was a good change. Yeah sure, the mechanical spiders in the book helps us understand that Annabeth does have a fear and she does get scared at times, but this change takes a step beyond that.
As she says, it’s a world where it’s eat or be eaten, where glory requires sacrifice, and that kind of life makes it rare to find a true friend. So Annabeth is scared here, but she’s scared about losing Percy - having to lose another friend because of the pettiness of the gods and their unwillingness to make their lives just a bit easier. She’s scared that the quests and the gods and her mom and being in the outside world, even after training endlessly at CHB, aren’t at all what she expected. She’s seeing truly how messed up it is that even if she’s proven over and over that she is the most formidable demigod, one slight issue can take away the respect of the Olympians. All her life she’s believed that love is transactional, but here comes this kid she met last week willing to put his life on the line simply because he wants to and not because he wants anything in return. And it makes her world flip upside down, and that’s terrifying, especially for a twelve year old sheltered most of her life.
To me, I think these fears help ground her character and add a vulnerability behind her intelligence that goes deeper than a fear of spiders. I think the use of the chair also benefits the blossoming of her relationship with Percy where she realizes the depths of Percy’s compassion. It also helps her open up to him a bit as it is also one of the first moments where he sees her truly afraid.
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dross-the-fish · 2 months
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Okay I don’t know if this has been asked before so I’m sorry if it has BUT. What would the crew + Griffin and Dorian look like slash act like under the effects of the Hyde potion……. I’m Curious
Hasn't been asked before, and that's a really good question tbh. They way I have the hyde potion work is that it brings out not necessarily a "worst self" but rather a twisted version of who the drinker wants to be or who they think they are deep down. Griffin's invisibility would become less literal and more in line with shapeshifting. he can take any appearance or form except his original one and if he fucks up in an old skin he'll just put on a new face. This will cause him to spiral and possibly even forget who Griffin was, he just endlessly becomes new people and finds that he is now everyone and no one. His sense of identity would shatter.
Dorian would become almost doll like, beautiful and horrifying, his skin is too flawless, his eyes are to radiant. It falls into a creepy uncanny valley effect as his face looks almost mask like yet anyone who is in close proximity becomes dazzled by him. Under the influence of the potion he mutilates the faces anyone he sees who might be a threat to his beauty. If he was cruel before he is horrific now. Watson would become a fanatic obsessed with justice, almost a crusader of sorts as he loses the part of him that is humble or empathetic under the influence of the potion. He'd be younger and stronger but all of his softness would be gone. I imagine he'd look larger and more square as this is already a major part of his personality, it's just been amplified and all the temperance removed. Quincey would be similar to Edward, small, hairy and dwarfish but he's not inherently cruel, he'd be more playful and impish. Quincey is at an age where he's expected to act like and adult so in daily life he tends to act mature and take the high road. With his new persona he'd sneak into movies, go to bars and forget about his responsibilities or the impending weight of picking a career and settling into adult life.
Larry would also find himself more energetic and talkative, he'd be confident, almost to the point of arrogance and give in to kleptomaniac urges. If he sees what he wants he'll steal it. I see his "hyde" form being lanky and crooked with elongated limbs. Selma would become a monster. She'd become the things she's hunted all her life and all of the rage and despair she's forced herself to shelve would twist her into a hateful thing that didn't even look human anymore because she feels deep down that her humanity was stripped from her a long time ago. She'd be massive and terrible to look at. Theo would become smaller. She'd become a fragile and lost little creature that can't stop crying because deep down she's fearful that there's nothing left of her anymore except dregs that can't be loved by anyone. She'd be repulsive to look at but she'd beg and cling to anyone who got near her not to leave her.
Erik would become ordinary. He would not be a genius, not gifted with music, not possessing of a horrifying temper or visage just an average man who could go out to the park and sit and watch birds and maybe have a conversation with some strangers. He wouldn't even notice that he doesn't remember how to play a violin. It would scare him how happy it makes him to be "just Erik," with nothing else to him. Adam would become physically attractive but obsessive and shallow. He'd look like the version of himself Victor had wanted to create and he'd even call his inverse "Victor" because there's still something in him that needs some part of Victor to still be alive. Even if it's only because Adam refuses to bury him and let him rest. He'd indulge himself in all the things he could never have as Adam but rather than making him happy he'd still find he resents "Victor" for having what "Adam" cannot. When he's "Victor" he feels disdain for "Adam" and when he's Adam he is jealous of "Victor"
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autisticlancemcclain · 8 months
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fic rec friday 33
welcome to the thirty-third fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.
1. Rose-Colored Boy by melancholymango
“I missed you, you know.”
“Yeah?” Lance sighed, warm and giddy, clearly not absorbing how serious the words truly were. Keith nodded his head for a few seconds, not trusting himself to speak around the size of his emotions. He was suddenly brought back to the years alone on the whale, when all he’d had to keep him going was memories of his friends, of Lance.
“Yeah.” Keith said, more certainty in his voice now. He reached down, hesitantly threading his fingers through Lance’s and giving his hand a squeeze. Lance tensed next to him. “I still do.”
“I mean, I’m right here.”
“Are you? You still seem pretty far away.”
again i know im not really big on those fics that make the team out to be deliberately cruel, but sometimes its cathartic tbh. sometimes you remember canon and ur just like yeah what if he got angry. what if someone got angry for him. what then. and mango gives us that
2. Swamp of Sorrows by SwissArmyKnife
Pike gets exposed to acidic ooze, which leads Block (& Keith) to make a few discoveries about their party’s rogue.
“We can't leave them like this,” Meklavar said of Valayun and Pike, who’d been laid beside the fire. "Look at how bad those welts are." She came up with a bottle of oil and a cake of soap. "I can smell water nearby. We can get them washed and roll them in a blanket to sleep off the spore. What do you think?"
"I think it's our only choice," Takashi said.
monsters and mana fic!!!!! everybody say YES to righteous anger on pike’s behalf. and also say yes to pike bc i love him. this fic is interesting bc its a little tense and awkward bc this ragtag team of misfits doesnt quite trust each other yet but they also cant quite stop themselves from caring about each other. so even though they dont all agree on eveyrthing and dont agree about all, they do agree that pike needs more care than he got. also unrelated but the fact that shiro’s m&m name is fucking takashi kills me every time like man just wants to be himself 💀
3. Beneath the Champagne Sea by SwissArmyKnife
The paladins make a diplomatic visit to a planet with sexual dimorphism roughly opposite that of Earth. Women are larger and more powerful, while men are leaner and smaller. Cue their horror at gaunt, sickly Pidge and mild disgust with the ’womanly’ Shiro. Lance hits the sweet spot. He's got the build and features to draw the eyes and the charm to keep them. Their hosts are quite taken with him, in particular the daughter of the queen, whose forwardness is a comic reversal of Lance’s usual dynamic with women. Lance likes the attention and finds her intriguing, but eventually things take a discomforting turn.
Lance tried to step around her, wanting to walk away from a conversation that seemed less and less likely to end well, but Leh’n seized his wrist before he could. Her grip was tight, and freeing himself would require an act of aggression, which he still wanted to avoid. ‘Think of the mission, of how important it is to get the castle up and running again,’ he coached himself.
Still, that did nothing to stop his blood pressure from skyrocketing as Leh’n leaned closer and said. “I am not accustomed to reluctance.”
i swear to god that ive recced this before, but i couldnt find it in my records so here it is!! this fic is endlessly fascinating. the exploration of gender roles is super interesting, considering who is impacted in this fic and how. the discussion about beauty standards, power imbalances, the alien wrench in things was so cool! and i think lance, who is very much someone who rides that gender lines in terms of presentation of hobbies and even chracter traits, makes sense as the main character here. interesting think piece. 
4. you had me at merlot by @ryomakun
“Oh my God,” Lance says as he covers his face. Keith’s tinny voice blares from his laptop speakers: “What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta.” See, this joke might have been funny if someone charismatic and charming had said it, but Keith’s flat voice and even flatter expression effectively kidnaps, tortures, and then decapitates any chance of it being remotely humorous.
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Keith accidentally starts a YouTube channel. Lance, of course, refuses to be left out. It goes about as well as you'd expect. (Ft. copious amounts of wine and a truly shameless number of references to MyDrunkKitchen, DailyGrace, and general pop culture)
this fic is HILARIOUS. its one of the firsts i ever screenshotted for the scrapbook i have of fics that made me laugh out loud. i offer you this one part that really made me giggle: 
““It tastes good,” Keith says petulantly as he glares at the accusing finger Hunk has pointed at him. “No offense Hunk but that stuff you gave me for my twenty-first tasted like feet and antiseptic.”
“That was a merlot,” Hunk wails. “The good kind, too!”
Ignoring them, Lance stands in front of the rum selection. This is why he didn’t want to bring anyone. They might call him loud and embarrassing, but at least he doesn’t yell inside WalMart about the virtues of a “real red wine.” An elderly couple passes through, eying the bickering three. Lance resolutely pretends he is here shopping by himself.“
the way they are so ridiculous that LANCE of all people is embarrassed of them...cinema. also this fic is peak bc it has klance as enemies to lovers and childhood friends to lovers at the same time. iconique
5. Flayed by @admiralcanthackett
Lance gets hit with a face full of spores and it leaves him wracked with pain. Touch is the only relief he can find.
yes i know i tag this author all the time but in my defense there was a point in my life where i was OBSESSED with faer fics. truly. anyways this one has unexpectedly protective keith, like to a very high degree, and im loving the heavy themes of trust and emotional as well as physical vulnerability 
that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!
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justhere4thevibez · 3 months
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annual writing self-evaluation
thank you @pipergirl17 and @erythromanc3r for tagging me!
1. List of works published this year (in no particular order):
oh gosh, I've been busy-busy this year with fanfic, so here goes!
Complete works:
... And a Hellcheer New Year 
Galentines and Valentines
Hold Onto Me
Devil in the Woods
Every Time I Run, I Run to You
Eddie and Chrissy Go to a Wedding 
Knocking Me Out With Those American Thighs
Cooking Up Something Sweet
Please Don't Say You Love Me
Let Me Start Over Again
You Got Me Good
Be My Breath (Through the Deep, Deep Water)
This Old Man
Do You Wanna Touch Me
My Words Will Be Your Light
She'll See I'm Not So Tough 
She Knows What She Wants
Give Me a Taste
The Right Kind of Sinner
Release My Inner Fantasy
Hooked on a Feeling
Whiskey & Wine
The Graveyard Smash
Long Is the Road Out of Hell 
In a Sentimental Mood
Set My Soul On Fire
Burnin' Out of Control
WIPs:
Looking For Something Dumb To Do
I Can't Get Rid of You 
If You Fall, I Will Catch You 
2. Work you are most proud of (and why):
hmmmmm, that's a tough one! I love them all for different reasons, but I will say I'm very proud of Long Is the Road Out of Hell because it's my longest fanfic to date (almost 60k!) and at one point I really wasn't sure if I'd be able to finish it. but I did!
3. Work you are least proud of (and why):
tbh if I'm not proud of something, I won't publish it. but I think the work that frustrated me the most was Whiskey & Wine, my kinktober fic. I pushed myself too hard with too big of a goal and burnt myself out halfway through. but I did learn the importance of setting boundaries for myself (and why I need to be careful committing to challenges 😅)
4. A favorite excerpt of your writing:
not gonna lie, once I publish something, the words tend to leave my brain, so I don't always remember what I write lol. I should probably keep a doc of good lines from my fics so I have something to present when people ask me 😂 but here are two excerpts that I'm pretty proud of.
Devil in the Woods: He had loved her since the first time he opened his eyes to find her snuggled up on his chest. He had loved her longer, since the moment he’d held her in his arms on that endlessly rainy night. And longer still, he’d loved the little girl who played jacks with him on May Day and laughed at his wild antics.
Hooked on a Feeling: He knew he could be… a lot, as kinder people said. A goddamn nuisance, according to everyone else. He didn’t mean to be, he just tended to… latch on to things. Kind of like a bulldog (but in a nice and lovable way, thank you, Jeff). And right now he had ChrissyChrissyChrissy clamped tight between his jaws, and he hoped to god she didn’t ask him to let go.
5. Share or describe a favorite comment you received:
I have a few regular commenters who give me the longest, loveliest comments where they literally analyze each chapter section by section 😭 it makes me feel so loved. but as for one individual comment, I distinctly remember a commenter from one of my early fics commenting on a really tough scene I did re: chrissy's eating disorder. they said that they also had an eating disorder, and that chapter was very healing for them. I don't think I'll ever get another comment as powerful as that.
6. A time when writing was really, really hard:
I go in and out of mild anxious/depressive episodes, mostly due to outside stressors, and that makes it really hard to write. writing is the one constant joy in my life, and when I don't even feel like doing that, I know something is very, very wrong. but luckily, they don't usually last too long!
7. A scene or character that you wrote that surprised you:
mike's redemption arc in Long Is the Road! that one was a total curveball to me, and it only came about because it was the closest place I could think of to have Chrissy walk to after her mom kicked her out. total accident, but it spawned on of my favorite sibling-ships for chrissy that I've ever written!
also writing wayne's pov! i never intended to do that, but once I started, his voice just kind of stuck in my head 😂
8. How did you grow as a writer this year:
I wrote a lot. like over 300k of fanfic. and i even got back into writing some original fiction, which I'm so excited about!
I also started writing smut for the first time in 2023, which was something I never anticipated doing, let alone enjoying! but it's been super fun
9. How do you hope to grow next year:
I'd like to work more on my original fiction, maybe get a short story published. I'd also like to get better at world-building! I tend to get so focused on the characters that I forget they exist in a place I should spend some time creating lol
10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):
@slumped-in-the-arms-of-fiction all the way! she's been such a wonderful beta reader, cheerleader, and overall positive influence on my writing. I Can't Get Rid of You wouldn't ever have happened without her support and feedback!
11. Anything in your real life show up in your writing this year:
ooh, buddy! pieces of myself get sprinkled all over the damn place 😂 but as for specifics...
Galentines and Valentines opening scene was reminiscent of the girls' nights me and my college friends used to have (and still have sometimes)
Hooked on a Feeling had elements of my own past experiences of being laid up in a hospital (and being very annoyed about it)
This Old Man was absolutely inspired by my love of Columbo
You Got Me Good definitely included some of my own thoughts and feelings about when I get a little too high 😂
12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:
give your writing time.
it's so tempting when you have a new idea to jump on it and then get frustrated when it doesn't immediately turn out the way you want, but I've found that if I give myself time to think over a piece before I write it, and let it sit for a little while after I write it, I'm much happier with the end results!
13. Any new projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:
finishing my three WIPs! and hopefully a little christmas fic 😂 I don't have anything else immediately in the works, thank god!
14. Tag three writers/artists whose answers you’d like to read:
@1lostsoul0fishbowl @pearlypairings @rose-n-gunses and anybody else!!!
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julietasgf · 1 month
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hey its the plinth family anon! i really enjoyed and appreciated your long answers to my questions! I guess only Suzanne knows why on earth Ma stayed with Strabo... I am curious about whether Ma's parents and siblings would have taken her in if she had left Strabo though. In the book, she had one sister who still kept in touch with her so I wonder if that sister would have been willing to take her in if she had left Strabo? Tbh I'd be pretty confused if Ma's parents and siblings didn't want to take her in if she left Strabo because she may have married a scumbag but by leaving him, at least she kinda sees the light and is escaping him? why wouldn't her family want to help her then? I'm so curious about your hcs for how Ma and Strabo met and why Ma is so loyal/in love with him! you mentioned sejanus and coriolanus and keeping the cycle going, so does this mean you hc Ma and Strabo to have met and befriended each other when one of them was going through a hard time? seeing Ma trying to ignore all of Strabo's wrongdoings is making me think of this tiktok i saw where it said something like "you don't have to lie to women, if she likes you enough she'll lie to herself"...it's kinda mind-boggling to me how tightly Ma is clinging onto Strabo, like did this man save her from certain death when they were younger or something???
hello anon!! I'm so glad you appreciated the long answers bc I'm too talkative and if you let me, I'll talk endlessly about this stuff, I actually have to look back and be like "okay, now I'm talking too much, let's stop here" 😭 but I saw that it got accidentally sent your other thoughts, so I'm going to answer both in only this post, I hope that's okay by you :D
there's some stuff in the book that makes me feel like suzanne collins is the type of writer to make the whole background story of side characters, but not show them bc they're unnecessary story wise, you can't tell me she doesn't know exactly what the hell is the plinth backstory in D2 (I think she did it but I just can't prove it....)
I hardly think her family (except, maybe, the sister that still talks to her) would take her in, imo. D2 seem like a district that it's full of proud people, and that's not necessarily a bad thing, but strabo being a dick is not the worst part of this marriage: is that he betrayed the whole district. the plinths are despised back in two. I think ma's family didn't like him from the start, but he was not the worst; he was the worst when he betrayed everyone, and when she chose to not leave him, she made her choice of who her loyalty lays with. it's with him, not with them. and besides, taking back a plinth (even if it's an ex-plinth) and welcoming her in their home would definitely not be seen with good eyes.
(maybe it's a bit of self-projecting, but where I live, it's much more common for the woman to still keep in contact and close with her family, not the man; I grew up with my cousins from my mother's side and I hardly know anyone from my father's side. siding with your husband in a situation like this would be seen as a BIG offense, something that's very much unforgivable. I could see that being the case)
now, from now on, there's a lot of my personal headcanons and thoughts bc I'm OBSESSED with the plinths and their life in D2:
OKAY SO there's a very, very small and discreet line on the ma plinth study I wrote that goes like: "vesta had dreams, even if her father rolled his eyes at most of them." I actually plan to write something from strabo's pov and explore more about this, but basically, I think ma plinth had a not very good relationship with her parents, and most of all, with her father (the cycle keeps on cycling). I think her family was overprotective and she felt suffocated (I think she was the youngest, the baby sibling, and this just made everything much worse). now, I have exactly in my mind how I think they met: ma plinth went with her father to the city center, and her father was searching for a gun to buy to leave at home as a way to protect the family. the plinths didn't have an industry yet; it was little more than a small thing, where they built some modest models to sell. strabo was there. he was talking to her father, and then turned to her and asked if she would like anything. her father made a comment diminishing her, saying that she was too dense to understand about guns, and poor ma was so embarassed even though used to it because her father always do that kind of thing, but to her surprise, strabo plinth didn't laugh. he looked at her father very seriously and said that she looked smart enough to understand about it, and if someone has hands, that person can shoot well.
he was the first person to actually defend her in front of her father from these kind of "jokes" and comments. not even her sisters or her own mother had done that before, all too terrified to say something. and that was enough.
about strabo and his siblings: fucked up shit happened. let's go about my personal hcs about him and his family: he's the only son of his father and his mother, but his mother died and his father married again when he was around 5 or 6. his father and his stepmother had two other kids. he never had a good relationship with his stepmother and he resents his father very much for marrying shortly after the death of his mother (omg cinderella hiiii). strabo was the eldest, he had to basically raise his half-siblings as his father was always at their small industry and his stepmother worked for endless hours. he learned to shoot from a young age to know how to protect them. he didn't hate his half-siblings, but he was tired of having to carry all the responsability on his shoulders, especially when they still had a loving mother while he didn't. it seemed so unfair.
(the sad part is that his half-siblings did look up to him. they loved him. they saw him as an example.)
his father got sick when he was a teen and he started to work hard on their small factory. and strabo has a lot of flaws, but let me tell you something: that man works hard. he worked enough to make their small shop rather famous in D2, and worked enough to pay for everything his father needed to while sick. his half-siblings never were interested in the industry, and neither was his stepmother, so when his father died when strabo was in his late teens, he was pissed off that his stepmother wanted to inherit the factory. they never worked a single day on it while he kept it going on. his half-siblings tried to reason with him, but he was just so angry, and a lot of hurtful things were said. in the end, strabo got the factory, but he left home and never came back. he said things that were too cruel to his half-siblings, the kind of thing that they could never really forgive.
ma is very family-oriented and couldn't really understand why strabo resented his half-siblings so much (specially because she also had family issues, being close with her sisters was what kept her going on), but she tries to have empathy with it, knowing people react in different ways to different things. I can totally see her one day trying to bring the subject of in-laws and strabo just looking so annoyed and resented that she knows that there's bad blood involved.
(it's so ironic to me that she didn't understand how he was so resented with his half-siblings, but in the future, her own sisters were as resented with her)
strabo is genuinely so interesting, I really wish to know what went through his mind, or just know more from his canon backstory, what made him make the choices he made. he's ruthless and cold, he sold guns to people that hated his guts and hated where he's from. he didn't betray a single person, he betrayed his whole PEOPLE. but he seems to care about ma and sejanus to a certain level, in his twisted way. he moved to the capitol thinking about giving them a better life, and still, he's hated by his own son, the one he thought he was protecting by moving to the capitol. ouch.
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kyouka-supremacy · 6 days
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Ask game umm,, fitzgerald
Oh Fitzgerald!!!!
Favorite thing about them: His motivation / how much he loves his wife. To me he was a pretty :// character the whole Guild arc, but the second it was established that his motivations were led by his love for his wife his popularity for me skyrocket. I'm just VERY week for the trope of men loving their wives A Lot, especially when they're villains and especially if they love them the wrong way but still love them with everything they have nonetheless (Hades from Hadestown!!!). Also, he's funny! He doesn't take himself seriously and that makes him genuinely likeable for me.
Least favorite thing about them: I don't like stereotypical caricatures in general... I'm not even from the usa and I hate usa cultural (and non) colonization as much as the next person, but I don't think moral principles should be applied only to the people (in this case, countries) you like, y'know. I think stereotypical caricatures are detrimental for everyone. When his ability was revealed I rolled my eyes hard, like, c'mon, at least pretend to treat your characters equally.
Favorite line: “You're like two peas in a pod” sskk enabler line there was an unfortunate page layout here so I can't share the panels without clogging the post, but “I will bring back my family. No matter the price I must pay.” from chapter 35. I like the double meaning in how he's both referring to his ability and to his being willing to do anything, literally even give his life if it's for his family. I find it really bittersweet, Fitzgerald is fully willing to die if he can't build an happy world for his family.
brOTP: I REALLY LIKE HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH SSKK AJKHVAJVGM I made a post about it forever ago but I really like the idea of him being this kind of weird uncle figure to them. It's really fun and endearing to think about.
OTP: I mean, I don't know Zelda, but I can safely say that I want them to be together? Other than that, the concept of putting Fitzgerald in the fukufukumori equation but just for the drama is endlessly amusing alhkcjvsblcfkusbcfwl.
nOTP: Really nothing I can think of. I barely remember ever seeing Fitzgerald ships at all tbh.
Random headcanon: He bought a nice house for his bald neighbour from chapter 45.
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Unpopular opinion: Look I don't know what opinions the fandom has on Fitzgerald. I think his new brown suit is even more atrocious than his previous creme + pink combo.
Song i associate with them: He's the last character I would be thinking about when listening to music lmao. I feel like I'm not good at this section.
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Have not spent enough time thinking about Fitzgerald to have a favourite anime picture of him
Favourite Mayoi card: (terrible butler etiquette)
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What do you do when you’re burnt out on fanfic? Like the characters just don’t feel the same to you anymore
I assume you mean writing fic, not reading? (For reading, I find that's the point at which I drift into another fandom).
It's...difficult, tbh. I am kind of in that place with TUA, too, and while I'm looking forward to the last burst of excitement with season 4, and that might reignite my desire to write endlessly about these characters, I suspect that my most passionate love affair with this show is winding down. I still adore it! But I'm not thinking about it 24/7, coming up with new meta, new fic ideas, things I simply HAVE to write...
I've never found a solution, honestly! I've been through a number of fandoms, and there always does come a point where it winds down, for me. I respect and admire fans who are still there, 20 years later, with the same passion! But that's not how I work. And it sucks, honestly. It also sometimes means that my fandom social life shifts - I will keep some of y'all, but eventually most people will find other shows to post about, as will I, and our paths will diverge. And I feel sad, and wistful, and a little autumnal about the whole thing.
It doesn't have to mean it's the end right now, however. Some people find a new spark in the same fandom - maybe that one fic idea that's just SUCH a challenge, SO interesting, that the fic itself grabs hold of you. Sometimes I find that I need to do something totally different - write in a different style, or create art instead, or...something, shake it up, whatever that means. Other people may have other tricks.
But on the whole, what I find is that I try to accept that it will simmer down, and that I won't finish every fic idea I ever had - and I look forward to whatever new and unexpected fandom will grab me in the future (and to having some downtime in the meanwhile, lol).
Sorry, that maybe got out of hand! I'm feeling some kinda way about the show coming to an end, I guess. XD To go back to your specific ask: sometimes I do a rewatch (because often I'm so caught up in fic or fandom that I forget where it all started, what made me love it in the first place). Sometimes I let myself start a new fic, something really super indulgent, the kind of fic that I most want to read but have been telling myself, nah, that's too much, no one will want to read that (don't listen to that voice, it's a lying liar!). Sometimes I go watch or read something else, and come back with a totally weird crossover idea (I don't really recommend that one, almost no one reads those). Sometimes I let myself just think about the characters, about something that's always struck me about them but that I've never quite pinned down and that I want to explore more in some way (usually fic, for me). Sometimes I just let myself stop worrying and go do something else, and if it comes back, it comes back.
I hope that's helpful - I'm not sure it is, but hey, the one thing I'm enjoying about TUA is that, generally, it's been a positive experience, and I am hopeful that we'll go out with a good and satisfying season 4. And we still have 6 entire episodes yet to see!
EDIT: Also - because apparently I have A Lot Of Opinions tonight - I find that it never completely leaves me. I care about all the shows I ever loved like this, I watch the new stuff the actors do (sometimes), I will read the odd fic, or rewatch an episode - or the whole thing - sometimes...I'm never going to completely lose TUA, and I will take forward some of the character beats and the ideas that I picked up from it, in some form or other. I may even get suddenly inspired, five years down the line, to finish a fic. XD So it's never wasted, it's all mulch to the creative mind.
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areseebee · 5 months
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The imitating-the-head-movement thing is soo great, tbh, I wonder if he was directed to or if he did that on his own. There's some really brilliant "little acting" in this show that's just so very good. I rewatched the S2 finale, and that scene with Cathy (not her eyebrows!), when she has that discussion with Ma Mary, he's full on beaming at his mother's pathetic claims about how much she's missed him, face completely dropping at Mary's "well you did dump him here quite a long time ago!", the way he says "Mum's had a lot going on" - that was sooo nailing the abandoned child in denial about their parent's lack of affection, brilliant, but also Mary's reaction!! When her eyes stay on James for a second before going back to Cathy going on about her business, you can literally watch Ma Mary's heart break for him! Considering there's some quite silly slapsticky comedy and over the top physical stuff in there as well, in some moments we really get to see how much *serious* acting talent there's assembled in this cast! ("Serious" acting talend in addition to comic acting talent, which is obvious in practically every scene I mean)
[this ask is referencing my tags on this reblog of a gifset of james in 3x07 as he watches his erin fancam footage]
yes, totally agree! there's some really, really top tier "little acting" from the entire cast (face acting, i think it's called? idk, don't quote me on that, i am not a trained actor).
in the same vein as the "little acting," the background acting in derry girls is just so excellent. i remember an interview with one of the main cast members where they talk about how tiring some of the long filming days would be because, even if they didn't many lines, they are always in the scene, reacting or doing something in the background. orla/louisa harland gets a lot of recognition for their/her background antics, but i think james/dylan llewellyn is really, really excellent with his background acting too. and, imo, it leads to a really rich text to work with as a fic writer and makes the show endlessly layered and rewatchable. i still feel like i pick up on new things when i revisit the show.
mine and @derrygirlstrash's fic, making moves, is grounded in only a look that erin gives james in the dark when the gang is sneaking into the protestant boys' room in 2x01. she's concerned about how she "doesn't have any moves," looks back at james anxiously, he very clearly notices, and then his next line is about how "boys like girls who are confident." like! why was she looking at him? had they talked about this together before? he's so quick to reassure her, to make sure she's not worried. boom - we wrote a fic about it.
or in 3x03, when james is about to sneeze on the train and erin is looking at him encouragingly, hoping she'll get to hear about his "hopes and dreams," and michelle is looking between the two of them like she suspects something, like whatever is about to happen needs to be stopped. did michelle really just happen on them kissing in 3x04 or had she been watching them for a while, seeing this develop right in front of her eyes and try to interrupt it? because i think it's fun, my headcanon is the latter and it's based literally on that one look in 3x03 alone. i'm not gonna write it, but someone give me a "5 times michelle suspected" fic!
there's just so much there if you've got an eye to it, so many spaces for fun ideas. it's the way i like to write and think about fic - to find those spaces in a source material, to find those opportunities within it to really explore what else could be there and to better understand who the characters are to themselves and to each other. imo not all source material has those spaces, but derry girls has it in spades.
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some-internet-stranger · 11 months
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Woah! I actually wrote something for Revalink week! Holy cow! I actually wrote something, period.
First I wanted to draw something (I still might), then I had a few lines of dialog in my head and now I have this! Yippee.
This is technically my First fanfiction, how exciting, I hope you like it.
This is teeechnically a combination of "too close!!" and "keep breathing!", it's about 2K long
Lil summary: Revalink gets trapped in a secret closet on Vah medoh, things quickly go from gay-panic to we're-suffocating-in-a-really-small-space-panic
(no detailed description of panic attack)(but Link is hyperventilating a bit)(cw: near death experiences)(but its pretty lighthearted tbh)
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„No! “, Revali shrieks, realizing, what’s about to happen.
He surges forward in an attempt to stop it, but as the ancient (with lack of a better word) door closes shut, right in his face. He is left in darkness, the only thing that could be deemed a source of light being the faint blue glow of the sheikah technology (which is not helpful in the slightest, by the way. What a fantastic idea of the Sheikah to give the divine beast of the rito, known for their bad night vision, such a poor lighting system. Maybe he should bring this to Impa’s attention when he sees her again. If he lives to see her again, which brings him back to the problem at hand).
Not only is it dark, but the room is also impossibly small and oppressive. It may have only been about half a minute since he’d been trapped in this absolute death trap of a room, but he already can’t stand the lack of the breeze against his feathers. It’s a feeling he isn’t used to, and quiet frankly, he doesn’t want to be. Possibly suffocating is also a problem, of course.
There’s a muffled sound in the darkness. It’s coughing. Ah, yes that’s right. Not only had Revali, champion and pride of the rito, managed to get himself trapped in a secret chamber within his own divine beast, no, he had managed to do so in front, worse even, together with the silent champion, now firmly pressed against his chest. Great. This was just fantastic.
Revali know’s that it is ridiculous, be he can’t help but wonder if this is some sort of messed up revenge of Medoh’s for always making her listen to his endless rants about said Hylian specifically. He brushes the thought aside. He’s got to figure out how to get out of here.
He hears the Hylian make another sound, one he can’t quiet place, once again muffled against his chest. A certain vibration passes through his body. Can it really be…?
“Oh, are you actually granting me the great honor of being a witness to some of your thoughts? If that is the intention, I must ask you to speak up, I can’t make out what you’re saying”, Revali proposes into the darkness. He had been right. Link was indeed trying to speak. Revali hates to admit that it makes him feel a bit excited. Just a tiny bit.
Link lifts his chin, resting it on the edge of Revali’s pauldron, so that his mouth is next to Revali’s cheek. His breath is hot against it, when he goes to speak again (Revali’s feathers do not fluff up, and his heartrate stays the same as well! Anyone claiming otherwise is blatantly lying)
“Can’t you open the door?”, his voice sounds unfamiliar but not unpleasant, not at all. Though, Revali should have known that whatever Link had to say was not going to be something smart.
What bothers him the most is the way the Hylian said it. His tone matched that of his face. Bland and emotionless, but in a way that makes it obvious that it is a mere mask, concealing his real thoughts and feelings. And not a good mask at that, Revali can tell, that what Link is feeling right now must be annoyance. And if that isn’t outrageous (and endlessly embarrassing for Revali), then he doesn’t know what is.
“Oh”, if Revali was able to move his wing, he would dramatically put it against his forehead right now, “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that earlier! Thank the goddesses that you are here to save the day once again, hero. Oh, what would I, no, what would anyone do without your gracious advice. Without your guidance? How I was living these dark, dark years before our paths crossed is beyond my comprehension! Let me go ahead and just”, he gasps in fake surprise, “Oh what is that! Oh, I know. It appears that we are inside this closet. While the control unit is outside. Who woud have thought?”
Link doesn’t answer and only sighs.
Did Revali manage to shut him up for good? Was this the last time he’d hear him speak because he immediately scared him off?
These are questions Revali would be asking himself, if he wasn’t entirely distracted by the Hylian’s breath brushing over the feathers on his cheeks, just like the wind outside, but fiery hot. The chamber seems so much tighter all of a sudden. Link feels so much closer. So impossibly close, too close! He forces his eyes shut (it hardly makes a difference) and tries to think about something else. Like how they’re going to get out of here as soon as possible, for example.
“What about-“, Link speaks again, or tries to, but his voice breaks near the end. Okay, good, so he does still feel like talking to him (Revali feels annoyingly relieved about it). Link clears his throat before he continues, his voice still sounding strained, “The champions have a connection to their divine beasts, right? Can you try-“
His voice breaks again, from disuse, Revali figures. If it wasn’t for the darkness (and the fact that they were still so very close), he’d surely be talking with his hands, as Revali has seen him do with the princess before.
Revali gets what Link is trying to say. And he must (begrudgingly) admit, that it’s not even a bad idea. He knows for a fact, that Daruk had been able to get Rudania to move by his voice alone, only a week ago. Revali had been desperate to try it out himself, ever since he learned of his fellow champion’s recent success. He couldn’t let himself fall behind!
He clears his throat and addresses his beloved beast, “Medoh, I’m giving you the order, to open this door. Immediately!”
Divine Beast Vah Medoh remains silent.
“Vah Medoh, I, your pilot, command you to open this door. Now”
Divine Beast Vah Medoh once again, remains silent. (Remind you of someone?)
“Medoh”, he says threateningly. It’s starting to feel like he’s talking to an ill-mannered fledgling instead of a self-proclaimed divine machine.
“Keep trying”, Link chokes out.
Something seems off. Has Link’s breathing always been this fast?
“What’s up with your breathing? Stop that!”, he says. The Hylian is basically panting(!) into his ear now, and it is quiet honestly throwing him of a bit (a lot), for all of the wrong reasons.
“Air”, is Link’s response, “hard to breathe”.
Oh. He supposes it makes sense, that the tiny Hylian would have more difficulties breathing, other than Revali, he did not spend most of his time either in the mountains of Hebra or on Medoh, where the air was a lot thinner to begin with.
Wait.
“You’re not going to die, are you?”
“Keep…”, more panting, “keep trying”.
Okay. Well, shit.
If the situation hadn’t been tense before, than it certainly was now.
“Medoh! Open the door!”, he can hear how panicked his own voice sounds. But now is not a time for keeping up appearances. Now is a time for opening the cursed door, for Hylia’s sake!
“Medoh! Door! Now!”
Divine Beast Vah Medoh responds by letting out one of her bloodcurdling shrieks, and by, very much not opening the door. Revali feels betrayed.
“Oh! You think this is funny now, don’t you? Well guess what! You’re gonna have to find a new champion to pilot you soon, still funny? I do not want to hear you complain for one second, when they’re simply not as skilled as I am, because you’re not going to find someone better you giant, rock bird!”, he would love to continue cursing out Medoh (Hylia knows she deserves it), but his attention is once again drawn to Link.
“Try breathing slowly, you’re going to hyperventilate”.
“Like I’m not already?”, there’s some edge to the Hylian’s voice. And some truth in his words.
“Calm down, then”, Revali says. He never did claim to be good at speaking to people soothingly.
Surprisingly to absolutely no one, this does not calm Link down, or cause him to breathe more slowly.
“My fingers are tingling”, Link says between pants.
“Yes, that’s because of the hyperventilation”, it’s just a guess, and not an educated one at that, but it’s better and less alarming than the alternative (that this is the beginning of the end and that Link is surely going to pass away in the very near future)
“I think I might..-“, a pause, “I think I might faint”
“No, you wont, hey”, oh this is escalating way too quickly. Revali manages to wring free one of his wings, and uses it to pull Link closer, making sure he won’t fall.
“Listen, I’ll try it again, and you just stay awake, keep breathing, and don’t die. Because I will not forgive you”
He closes his eyes again and tries to connect to Medoh with his mind. He’s always worked best under pressure, so he’s sure he can do it. He just has to tune out the sound of Link’s breathing getting slower and blissfully ignore the fact, that if Link really does stop, that he is next. This is how they are going to be found (if they get found), entangled in each others’ limbs, clasping to each other for dear life. What a dishonorable way to die. (But if it does end here, which it wont, he can’t help but be comforted to able to hold someone and be held in return while it happens)
“Revali”
“Shut up, Link”, top 10 things he never thought he’d ever say.
“I think I might…”
“No, you won’t. What would your princess say, if her hero died in some random closet?”, realization dawns upon him, “Oh”
This could be their way out!
“Revali, I want you to know that, I always thought that-“
“Hush, you can tell me about that later, I have to bail our way out”, he interrupts and goes back to hard core concentration.
“I’m about to deliver my last words!”, now he does sound offended, incredibly so. Revali would sell his great eagle bow to see Link’s expression right now.
“And I’m sure, they’re incredible. Something for the history books all over the land, the children will sing songs about them, and the scholars will pick them apart word by word to analyze them. But I would advice you to keep them for later, as you’re not dying. Not here and not now”
“I- “
Link pauses. It is not easy not make out, due to the door’s thickness, but both of them hear footsteps.
Zelda’s footsteps.
“In here! Open the door!”, Revali squawks.
Link lets out a sigh of relieve, and Revali can feel him relax against him, as the door finally opens. The small room gets flooded with the fresh wind and with light. In front of the door is princess Zelda, holding that Sheikah slate, that must have unlocked the door (and probably locked it in the first place. That is something he’s going to question the Princess about later).
Medoh lets out another shriek. Maybe she does care that he didn’t die. How sweet.
“Thank the goddesses you’re alright, I had wondered where you had disappeared to. Oh!”, Zelda looks concerned. One look at Link tells him why. Apparently, he had not relaxed against him earlier, he had actually fainted.
“And I told him not to die”, Revali says in an almost casual tone, but only because he can see and feel Link breathing better than before. Carefully he lies him down on the floor.
“Goodness! Link! Link, say something, can you hear me?”, Zelda asks, putting his head into her lap.
After a couple of moments, the little Hylian opens an eye, “Yeah”, he just says. Zelda sighs in relieve. Revali does too.
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gerardpilled · 3 months
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(to the anon) the song with most heavy speculation is all i want is nothing and i think it’s primarily because of the “i wasted time with a crooked spine…” lyric (gerard has scoliosis) and the “i used to have a best friend now just one more enemy” but tbh it’s always seemed mean-spirited to me to refer to gerard as a crooked spine. and also that would imply a perspective shift which i guess they all do sometimes but. i don’t know. i can see it as an interpretation but any other (reasoned) interpretation also doesn’t surprise me.
I’ve heard that song pointed to endlessly and I always thought people who used the lines you’re talking about lacked basic media literacy 😭 (not saying this about you I know you’re just relaying the message so thank you lol) like besides the fact Frank said it’s about his wife, the “crooked spine” line only makes sense if you were already looking for frerard meaning in the song. In the real world outside of fandom brain no one talks about scoliosis like that i feel stupid even saying that… it’s obvious to me that it’s in reference to sleeping on a tour bus and wasting time being away from his wife and kids 😭. I’m not sure what the second line is from but I think to assume it’s about Gerard is forgetting frank has a life outside of the band LOL
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oh-snapperss · 4 months
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hmmm 6 and 29 for the ao3 wrapped?
6. Favorite title you used?
the stories we tell and the truths untold! just really fun to say tbh SKDJHFSKJHF
29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?
THE WAY I CANT SHARE MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE YET. dudeeee there's like... there's something coming i'm so endlessly proud of but i can't talk about it so i'm just chomping on my arm.
BUT i was really happy with this recent bit from the knights fic:
“Well…” he hesitates, having to formulate a life after this that doesn’t involve Ren and his arms. He’s never considered living past this war, save for the fantasies of Ren and a life so fantastical it’s never once seemed real. Until these past two weeks, at least. “I’d like to rest, for a while. Visit the woods and meadows in the spring, perhaps.” Ren’s eyes find his, and oh, Etho knows he can’t stop at that, knows Ren needs to hear that he has dreams. “And… I had thought of learning the stars, and the constellations, and learning more redstone. Learn more skills than just music boxes meant to antagonize.” He’d have made Ren a music box, one that played a simple tune, a dance for just them to know. “I’d want to stay near the castle…” Etho pretends to muse, pretends he can’t see his ashes scattering to the wind amongst burnt banners. “Start a garden. Find–” his voice catches for a moment, but he knows it has to be said. “Find someone. To keep me company in my old age, which I’m sure would be more difficult than anything this war’s thrown at me so far.” His someone has the king’s eyes. “Perhaps I’ll retire as a knight, and live out my days a music-maker,” Etho says lastly, trying to ignore how his heart aches at this fantasy he’s built up so quickly, wisps of dreams he’s never had the luxury of thinking about, and won’t after this conversation. “Make music to entertain the king, should he see fit for such trivial things.” Will his ash sound like music in the wind? Or will it be silent, scattering across the desert until there’s nothing left to remember?
YEAH so i wrote this specific section <3 theo wrote the line just before it and took over again after (we swap every few hundred words) but i'm very very proud of how the emotions and energy carried through this piece of the fic:)
(ao3 wrapped!)
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