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sprout-fics · 10 months

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Rotes Mädchen: Chapter 3

(Werewolf! König x Red Riding Hood! Reader)

(Art by the lovely @zwienzixes)

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Word count: 4.1k Rating: PG-13 Tags: Werewolf! König, Fairytale AU, Monster Hunters TF141, Traditional German Fairytale setting, Price x Reader, F! Reader, Injury, Blood/Injury, Fluff Warnings: Mentioned gore

BANG BANG BANG!

You startle awake at the sound of a fist hammering onto your front door, briefly flailing in your bed as you try to reconcile yourself with the hazy world around you. It takes you a moment to catch your breath, heart rising up to your throat at the thundering noise. The cool, damp light of sunrise spills through the curtains, illuminating your cottage in a dove-grey dimness that seems gentle compared to the sudden shock of the clamor on your front step.

BANG BANG BANG!

"Red?" A voice calls out, and you blink, trying to place the unfamiliar gruffness that permeates your thoughts still clouded by dreams.

Price.

You sway to your feet, fatigued and cold from the frosty chill of dawn. Muscles protesting the frigid interior of your cabin, you shiver and rub your arms for a semblance of warmth. You take a single step forward, floorboards creaking, when you spot scarlet at your feet.

Bloody rags.

A startled gasp threatens up your throat. Choked, tasting of frost. You manage to swallow it, thoughts racing as you try to remember. The world feels clouded in mystery, your dreams haunted by lurking shadows and the full, full moon, of dripping fangs and a lonely, harrowing howl to the ink dark heavens.

The woods, the scarlet smear against tree bark, a wavering voice calling out from the lichen shadows, bright eyes so afraid. Hands stained red, a desperate plea, a whispered name.

König.

Your gaze widens, and at once you look up to the loft above you, heart pounding in your chest. There, hidden amongst the hay and spare blankets, a hooded face peeks down at you, a pale fist clutching a white-knuckle grip around his bedding. You can see the whites of König’s eyes, can practically hear the terror of his heartbeat thrum alongside your own.

BANG BANG BANG!

You both jump at the sound, and you have to slam a hand over your mouth to contain the gasp of surprise the shudder of the door wrecks through you.

"Red, are you in there?!" Price calls out again, and there's a strange franticness to his voice that feels unlike the strong, resilient, resolute captain who had escorted you to your door in the darkness, had reassured you of his own strength against a monstrous enemy.

"J-just a moment!" You yelp at last, hands shaking as you duck down to gather the bloody bandages, toss them and hide them under your blanket, dump a bowl with its ruddy water into the smoldering fireplace. Quickly, you try to erase the appearance of anyone except yourself in your cottage, knowing of the danger König faces should he be noticed. Persecution, accusation, injury, maybe death.

If Price hears any commotion inside, he doesn't say. If anything, it worries you more, considering his silence as contemplation to your sudden panic.

You cast a fearful glance to the hayloft, where König’s eyes dart from the door to you, eyes under his hood pleading and voice silent lest he be discovered.

"Hide." You mouth to him desperately, terror pulsing breathily between your ribs.

Fortunately, König seems to understand your silent command, because he rolls backwards, further into the loft, trying his best to drape the threadbare blanket across his massive form to obscure himself. It isn't perfect, and a close inspection wouldn't pass muster, which is all the more reason for you to be convincing towards the Witcher at your door.

You snatch a shawl from a chair, drape it over your shoulders for a semblance of decency before padding over to the door and unlatching it, peering through the crack.

Price, who had been waiting with his arms crossed, spins to face you. There's a grimness to the wrinkle of his brow that melts at the sight of you, his gaze clouding with relief.

"Thank the Gods." He mutters under his breath, arms dropping to his side.

You blink at that, at the profound worry in his voice, somehow tender despite the gruff and sharp edges of him.

"Good...morning?" You offer sheepishly, ignoring the way your hand trembles on the inside of the latch where he can't see it.

Price huffs, and once more his expression shifts under your gaze, mouth puckering in something resembling frustration.

"A good morning now that I know you're alive, yes." He tells you sharply, and you nearly flinch at that, at the sudden bite of his words. "Where were you yesterday? We spent all bloody day trying to find you, we-" Price draws a breath, lets it exhale through his nose as he tries to steady himself, scowling. Yet the trace of worry isn't quite gone from his gaze as he speaks next, words gentler.

"We thought the worst when we couldn't find you." He confesses after a few moments pause, voice solemn, concerned.

You can feel the shock pass over your face as you gaze up at him, into the blue of his frustrated gaze tempered by a fleeting glimmer of distress. It occurs to you then that you failed to consider Laswell and the others in this plan of yours, in bringing König back under the cover of darkness to hide him from prying eyes. You'd been gone all day, hadn't even returned by sunset. If Price had somehow come to check on you during the day and found you absent, it made sense he'd assume the worst. Especially with a monstrous foe stalking the midnight woods.

"I'm-" You try, voice catching in your throat with shame at having worried your new friends so. It makes it even harder to summon the lie on your lips, the one needed to both reassure Price and keep the injured man in your loft safe.

"I'm sorry." You breathe at last. "I didn't mean to worry you. I went out to pick herbs in the woods at sunrise. I thought maybe- maybe one of you might end up injured so..." Your trail off a little uselessly, biting your lip and trying to will the captain before you to relent.

It seems to work, because the tension unwinds from Price's shoulders all of an inch. He exhales long and hard through his nose, closing his eyes as he once more tries to measure himself.

"You went back into the woods after we were nearly attacked?" He asks, and you stiffen at the coldness in his voice, reeking of an ire second only concern. "When I told you to stay put?"

You frown at that, hand curling into a fist as it braces on the frame of your front door.

"You told me to wait until dawn." You correct him, voice harder now, eyes glinting with retribution. "You never told me not to leave my home."

Price has the decency to look taken aback, thick eyebrows arching at the sudden steel in your tone. He pauses then, and you see his hand palm the pommel of his sword at his side in contemplation, realizing his mistake.

"You're right." He offers at last with a nod, admitting to his fault. "Apologies. I didn't mean to raise my voice."

You don't answer, feeling a righteous pulse of justification that feels muted by the reminder of the man at your mercy still hiding in your home. You aren't entirely sure Price would hurt König, but between the bite on his leg and the ominous hood covering his face, you can imagine a monster hunter such as Price quickly jumping to conclusions and drawing his sword. You want to imagine the captain would be understanding of your guest, but if anything, the bite of the captain's words, the underlying suggestion of protection makes you want to close the door another inch, try and shield König’s stilled form from his view.

"You worried us, love." Price confesses softly, arms crossed but posture still tender at the seams of him. His head tilts down to regard you, the brim of his cap not fully shielding the familiarity in his gaze. "When we couldn't find you Laswell pitched a fit. In all my years I've barely seen her that furious."

He pauses, lets the weight of his concern rest on your gaze. "You mean a lot to her, I hope you know that. She'd never forgive me if I let something happen to you."

The undercurrent of Price's words is not lost on you, with his head tilted down towards you, eyes soft with something teetering dangerously close to fondness. It should soften your heart, should make you want to go lax into his arms, offer not apologies but a request for comfort from a man you respect, and harbor emotions you dare not yet name. You can't find the strength to do so, not with your secret listening to this entire conversation silently above you.

"I know." You whisper, breath fogging into the cool morning that seeps past the openness of your door, with you still in your nightgown, huddled under your shawl. You avert your eyes from Price's gaze, grimacing when you notice the miniscule stiffness that runs through him at your hesitancy. "I'll...be more careful. I promise."

Price nods, a little absent, his eyes a little distant. He's ready to say something else, breathing in a slow inhale-

When he freezes.

"Is that blood?" He asks, sniffing once more, eyes growing dark.

Your heart drops through the floor.

Gazing down at your feet, Price can't see the terror that flickers across your gaze, lips parting in horrid realization.

The bandages. The bowl. The water in the fireplace. The man hidden above you.

Blood.

Your cottage smells like blood.

"Red." Price rumbles, guarded, on edge as he echoes your nickname. He senses danger, can smell it in the air, his senses seek it like noise on the wind. Now, that alertness has him re-examining you, looking past your shoulder to the interior of your home, eyes tracing up the ladder to the loft-

Your eyes shoot up to him, lips fumbling for an explanation, feeling something resembling both terror and treachery reside in your heart.

"R-red...fox?" You manage, a little stifled, voice strained. Yet it's enough to make Price pause, look at you in confusion, expression somewhat startled. You swallow, force down the sudden tightness in your throat and do your best to relax your expression into neutrality once more.

"I found a red fox in the woods." You tell him, voice even. "It had already died- a hunter must have lost it. I decided to bring it back and u-use the fur for my cape, since winter is nearly here."

You have no idea where this newfound bravery comes from, the way you're able to smoothly spin a lie from nothing like silvery spider threads, smile and flutter your eyes at the captain as if you know he'll accept it.

Price seems...taken aback, for a moment, with your face turned up to him and offering him a timid smile. The hand that has tightened on the grip of his sword goes lax, eyes blinking a few times as his eyes lock with yours. You watch him nod once, a few times as he weighs your words.

"Explains why you were back late then." He tells you, and if there's a remainder of caution, of disbelief in his tone you refuse to acknowledge it, maintaining the grace in which you've spoken. The smile on your lips doesn't waver, doesn't budge even as Price stares down at you unblinking, searching for dishonesty in your gaze.

When he doesn't find it he sighs, raises a hand to rub at his brow.

"It would be better if you came and stayed at Laswell's for a bit." He suggests, though it sounds less like a suggestion and more like a declaration- one you refuse to bend to. "It would ease her mind knowing you're safe with us."

If he had asked you yesterday, before you had ventured into the woods, you would have readily accepted, would have had your things packed the moment he asked. Now, however, there's a secret, a responsibility that weighs heavy on your shoulders, gazes at you from the silence of the story above.

"Thank you, but I'll be alright." You offer gently, declining him. "I don't want to be underfoot, and I'd be more comfortable wandering around in my nightgown here than around four armed men."

It seems, up until this moment, Price has forgotten you are standing in your undergarments. There's a thin layer of linen that separates your bare flesh to the misty fog of early morning, your figure barely obscured by the drape of the garment against the curves of you, almost sheer in the area where it has been worn down. The chill of the morning ripples across your skin, and for a moment you're grateful for your shawl that obscures the swell of your breasts with your nipples pebbled against the cold.

You see Price quickly avert his eyes from you, looking over your head and clearing his throat in a sudden bout of bashfulness that seems strangely boyish for his grim demeanor.

"Right." He offers after a moment, more to himself than to you. "I'll...send the boys to check on you later, escort you if you need to travel into the forest."

He shoots you a look, brows raised, as if to seek your approval, and you nod. You see his eyes dart down for just a moment before he remembers himself as a gentleman, turning from your doorstep and towards the sleek mare that stands nearby. You watch him turn, see the glint of his dulled armor in the scant morning light, overcast by a sheen of clouds in the chalky grey sky above.

You're ready to close the door, breathe a sigh of relief, when his voice catches you once more.

"Red."

You blink, turn to him, with one hand still clutching at your shawl. Price fixes you with that grimness you remember from your first meeting, the resolve you saw when he escorted you safely home under the cover of darkness.

"We managed to injure it." He tells you, and it takes you a moment to realize what he means.

The wolf.

You shift uneasily, a shudder trembling through you at the memory of the huge, lurking thing in the woods, backlit by the waning Autumn moon.

"That's...good then, yes?" You offer timidly, but Price only shakes his head.

"An animal is most dangerous when it's injured and cornered." He declares gravely, voice heavy with warning. "Monsters are no exception."

He holds your gaze, and even without the grim spark of determination in his eyes, his warning is clear.

Be safe.

There's little else said before Price hoists himself into the saddle, gathering the reins and pausing just long enough to tip his hat to you in farewell. With a kick and a whinny, he's off down the main road of the village, back into the forest where the creature that paces your nightmares lurks, waiting. Watching.

You wait until the mist has settled before you close the door, the iron latch clanking shut as you lean against it with a relieved exhale. You can still feel your hands trembling, heart trying once more to resume into steadiness in the absence of the Witcher.

"Is he gone?"

You open your eyes, looking up to the top of the ladder that leads to the loft. A pair of eyes gazes down at you from beneath a hood, and you can see the bright glint of concern there as König grasps onto the ladder, head tilted owlishly at you.

You nod up at him quietly, swallowing another deep breath before your chin droops to your collarbone, where the laces of your nightgown rest delicately against your skin.

Ah-

König must see your eyes widen, because he makes a choked, startled little noise and draws back further into the loft so he can't see you in your state of undress. It's strangely endearing, considering his mammoth size and terrifying stature, and if you weren't so abashed at being so exposed you'd giggle.

"G-give me a moment to dress." You offer instead, moving back towards the partition that separates your bed from the rest of the cottage. "Then I can check your bandages."

König makes a muffled noise of agreement, still not revealing himself so as to allow you a modicum of privacy.

You dress quickly, pulling on your chemise, blouse, bodice and skirt. You're in the process of rolling up your stockings when you call out to him, voice gentle so as to not startle the gentle giant.

"You can come down now, if you want." You tell him. "I'll start the fire."

There's a little bit of a rustle from above, the floorboards creaking as König angles himself so his eyes peek over the edge and down towards you.

"A fire sounds nice." He supplies shyly after a moment. Then he hesitates, blinks a few times and avoids your gaze before adding: "...Maybe some food?"

"Of course." You reply gently, a soft smile across your face. König’s shoulders sink visibly in relief, and he begins to slow, aching process of descending the ladder on his injured calf.

It takes you a few minutes to restart the flickering flames in the hearth and set water to boil so you can try and clean the bloody bandages from the night before. König hesitates at the edge of the kitchen before you nod to a seat, where he perches uncertainly, eyes watching you with interest as you gather food and supplies.

"Here." You offer, sitting across from him and patting your thigh in a gesture for him to prop his leg on yours. When he does, the weight of it weighs down across your thighs, preventing you from moving even if you lifted with all your strength.

"Danke." You supply, and König makes another little noise of agreement, as if he can't truly summon the words to say much more.

There's a comfortable silence that descends over you both as you brace König’s leg on your lap wordlessly, gently unwinding the stained bandages to examine the wound below. König watches you as you do, remains absolutely rigid under your touch, as if the thought alone of someone laying their hands on him has something inside his chest squirm uncomfortably. You offer him a look of reassurance, only to find the wanderer averting his eyes from you.

If you look closely, you think you can see a dusting of pink under his hood. Then again, perhaps you imagine it.

The warmth of the hearth glows at your back as you inspect the bite mark on König’s flesh. Yet your brow scrunches, head dipping lower as you realize the wound is somehow much better than you thought it was- not bleeding, mostly scabbed over, the bruising already fading to yellow. It's already quite healed, and the shock of it bypasses something inside you that distantly tries to say that it isn't right.

"How is it?" König offers suddenly, and despite the low volume of his voice it's still enough to make you jump a little in your chair, the weight of his leg keeping you in place.

"You'll live." You supply with dry humor as you force yourself to relax. It seems to bleed into König. who's shoulders fall an inch, a sigh fluttering the fabric of his hood as he lifts his eyes to you.

"Thank you." He tells you honestly, earnestly. It's a tone you haven't heard from him yet, something that goes beyond gentleness and instead imbues you with a profound gratitude at his words. "You...saved my life."

You look down to your hands a little shyly, unable to keep a smile off your face. You begin the delicate process of cleaning his brawny calf before at last replying.

"I couldn't just...leave you out there." You tell him softly. "Not with the werewolf, not when you're injured. It would be wrong."

Your mouth twists as the memory of the monster is once more summoned into your thoughts. A massive dark shadow that wavers in the darkness between the gaps of gnarled trees, a low vibrating growl that shudders through you. König shifts uneasily under your hands, as if somehow he can sense the vision that haunts you, likely having seen the same thing.

"Besides." You continue, smiling. "It's nice to not be alone."

König pauses, blinking at you before he tilts his head in question. "Even if it's a stranger you rescued from the woods?" He asks, voice betraying a hint of his amused disbelief.

You grin at him, a little cheeky, eyes twinkling.

"Especially strangers from the woods."

He huffs at that, as if he doesn't really believe you but finds humor in your answer anyways.

"Honestly." You go on, tucking away the wet cloth stained red with the remainder of blood. "I'm...not exactly popular in the village. My neighbors think I'm rather strange. They leave me alone because they respect Laswell, but if it weren't for her...I don't know if they'd be as civil to me as they are."

"They don't like you?" König asks incredulously, brow knotting under his hood. "But...you're so kind."

You feel your face warm a little at that, and you distract yourself from it with a little huff, reaching for fresh bandages. Yet you pause, look up at him with a bit of a sorrowful gaze, feeling a familiar ache of solitude washed away in his gaze.

"Thank you." You tell him softly. "But kindness doesn't mean much to people who have lived their lives being afraid of things they don't understand."

Blinking, you grimace in realization when König averts his eyes away from you. The hood still rests over his face, obscuring the apparent deformities under it, and you realize that the words you've said remain all too familiar to him. Had they not, perhaps you wouldn't have found him lingering outside the village, too afraid to come closer for fear of the treatment he would receive.

"I suppose we're similar that way then." You muse, resuming your motions. Despite the frigid chill of the cottage still being warmed by the fire, König’s skin feels warm under your palm. You lay it flat on his knee to steady him when he shifts, and the resulting shudder of sensation from him nearly makes you pull away.

"Good company, then." He offers, almost too quiet to be heard, and it startles a chuckle from you- not expecting his response and delighted all the same.

"Good company indeed." You shoot back, unwinding the bandages and wrapping them once around the wound before securing the base of them. "Now hold still."

The grumble that König gives you is begrudging, yet endearing all the same, complying as he tries to not move while you delicately re-dress the bite mark on his leg. Yet it seems he has yet to exhaust his words, because he draws a breath as if to reply once, twice, thrice before he speaks.

"The captain-" He begins at last, voice a little strained. "Are you and him...?"

You splutter.

"N-no. He's...ah, he's just a friend." You answer haltingly, face warming under the sudden intensity of your guest's stare. "I mean, I only met him the other day. I rode with him to Laswell's and back, we-" You trail off, suddenly feeling the urge to shyly press your face into your hands.

"So, you do like him." König continues, and you look up sharply to him to see amusement dancing brightly in his gaze. You pinch the soft skin below his knee and the giant jolts under you even as you press down on his leg to keep him in place. Still, he breathes a huff of laughter even as you roll your eyes.

"Of course." You drawl, winding his bandages a little tighter for effect. "Yes, the poor maiden who lives alone in the woods gets her fabled ending by being whisked away by the handsome Witcher atop his dark horse. I think I read that one."

König hums a little noise in his throat, tilting his head so you can see the way his eyes crinkle with a little smile.

"That, or maybe a handsome werewolf." He ventures, and that startles a bark of laughter out of you, bright and colorful in your chest as you tie off the bandages and look at him once more.

You weigh his gaze against your own, see the smile in his stare reflected back into you. The fire crackles warmly at your back, catching orange and hazy against his hood, glinting against his pupils. The cottage feels warm now, not with the smell of woodsmoke, but with the small bit of happiness shared between you two, composed of laughter and the blooming fullness of contentment.

"Good company." You declare again, not yet looking away from him, and the brightness of his gaze only seems to grow as he agrees.

"Good company."

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fandom-junk-drawer · 11 months

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The Witcher Headcanon (Modern AU) - Revenge

Yennefer loves Geralt and Jaskier, but they can, and do get on her nerves. They can be just downright f***ing annoying! It isn't always on purpose, though. It's little things they do, their little habits and mannerisms that drive her crazy.

It's how Jaskier will make a sandwich and walk away, leaving the counter looking like a five year old tried to make lunch.

It's Geralt leaving his pile of monster gut splattered clothes on the bathroom floor like he doesn't know where the s*dding clothes hamper is. And then Yennefer finds the one shirt he left in a corner somewhere that now smells like a d*mn dead animal.

It's Jaskier and Geralt playing Garbage/Trash Jenga to avoid having to be the one that has to empty the rubbish bins. It was truly impressive how high the garbage could be piled. Yennefer sometimes measured the towers in secret, out of idle curiosity.

Yennefer finds the sound of Geralt chewing annoying. He sounds like f***ing horse grazing. Some days she wonders if she will be the fist woman in history to murder her husband over how loudly he chews.

She can't stand the way Jaskier refuses to put the cup down or just refill it when he's obviously drained it. He just keeps sucking on the straw and moving it around the bottom of the cup like there might be some of whatever he's drinking hiding behind an ice cube.

Geralt keeps leaving his hair in the shower drain. Every day, there is a massive clump of hair, just squatting there. The man sheds like a d*mn wolf in summer. He's got so much f***ing hair, and it grows so fast! And he can wash it with a cheap bar of soap and it will always look amazing. It's not fair!

Jaskier keeps using her skincare products, and her bodywash. Yennefer doesn't really mind that he uses them, what p*sses her off is that he always waits until the containers are completely empty before buying more. And the containers are always empty when Yennefer goes to use them!

And that's something else that annoys her. Geralt and Jaskier will put empty food containers back in the fridge instead of just throwing them out, or putting them in the dishwasher, that neither of them seems to have figured out how to load, start, and empty.

One would think that both men were f***ing illiterate and incompetent because neither one of them seemed to be able to read the To Do list on the fridge or complete one of the tasks.

And yet "Your mom" always ended up on the list and got checked off. Sometimes twice.

Yennefer can be mopping the kitchen floor, and one of them will accidentally spill something, then just f***ing walk away!

Jaskier will giggle at words like "bumhole" , and "weiner", yet claim to be a mature adult.

Jaskier: "I am too a mature adult, Yennefer!

Yennefer: "Boobies."

Jaskier: *cackling, giggling, wheezing*

Geralt will routinely take his phone into the bathroom with him and spend 45 minutes taking a sh*t. Yennefer doesn't know if it actually takes him that long to pinch a loaf, or if he squirts it out in the first two minutes, then spends the rest of the time playing on his phone. Whichever it is, he always seems to do it when Yennefer needs to get in there.

And then he doesn't even have the courtesy to spray some air freshener when he is done! He just leaves it smelling like the inside of the devil's colon!

And that's another thing! The smells! Between their funky sweat and their rancid farts, Yennefer wonders if her olfactory receptors are going last much longer.

Then there is how, when asked what they would like for dinner, they both respond unhelpfully with 'Whatever'.

There's many other little things that get on her nerves, and when her last, frayed nerve snaps, Yennefer has her ways of getting revenge.

If one of them annoys her too much while they are eating, she sends them to the Dipsh*t Table.

After Geralt got so angry with Jaskier that he left him at the mall, Yennefer cast a spell on him that made him literally sh*t golden bricks for the rest of the day anytime he got angry. Jaskier spent that day p*ssing him off on purpose, and they ended up with a small fortune. It had been the best spell Yennefer had ever cast. Geralt's a**hole had vehemently disagreed.

Jaskier ended up with a silencing spell on him after he wouldn't shut up. Yennefer and Geralt had finally gotten a few hours of blessed silence, and a little amusement. They sat watching Jaskier gesticulate and flap about, raging mutely and making obscene gestures, and made a game of guessing what the gestures meant.

Geralt made the mistake of telling Yennefer that she needed to 'lighten up'. Cue Yennefer casting a spell so her and Jaskier's shoes made the Tennis shoe/Sneaker Squeak sound whenever they took a step.

Geralt ended up as a small, angry pomeranian after he woke up in a bad mood and wouldn't stop b*tching about everything. That had only made things worse. He'd barked and yapped, p*ssed AND sh*t on the floor, then chased Jaskier through the house before cornering him in the laundry room and savaging his foot.

Jaskier spent a few minutes as a donkey because "If you are going to act like an a**..." Yennefer had quickly turned him back after he followed her around incessantly braying, and then farted on her.

She turned Geralt into a potoo because, well, he already looked like one anyway. He hadn't done anything particularly annoying that day, she'd just thought it would be funny.

She turned Jaskier into a baby after he kept whining about everything, and she instantly regretted it because oh, no, he's f***ing cute!

Yennefer cast a spell on Geralt that made him cough up a mouthful tiny d*cks every time he 'Hmm'ed instead of used words.

She gave Geralt a little girl's voice after he made fun of the way she had screamed when a cockroach flew at her. Jaskier had teased him relentlessly, only laughing harder the more Geralt demanded (in his little girl voice) that he shut up.

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pers-books · 5 months

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Bloody hell! There's a cast and a half in this!!

BBC to air Miss Austen, starring Keeley Hawes and Rose Leslie

The four-part drama takes a literary mystery and reimagines it as a fascinating, witty and heart-breaking story of sisterly love

The BBC has acquired Miss Austen, a star-studded production of Gill Hornby’s best-selling and much loved novel, produced by Bonnie Productions for MASTERPIECE in the US and distributed by Federation Studios.

The adaptation, from BAFTA-winning writer Andrea Gibb (Elizabeth is Missing, Mayflies), will star Keeley Hawes (It’s A Sin, Bodyguard, Line of Duty), Rose Leslie (Game of Thrones, Vigil), Patsy Ferran (Living, Hot Milk), Jessica Hynes (Life After Life, Years and Years), Mirren Mack (The Witcher: Blood Origin, The Nest), Phyllis Logan (Downton Abbey, Shetland), Kevin McNally (The Crown, Ten Percent), Max Irons (Condor, The Wife), Alfred Enoch (How to Get Away with Murder, Foundation), Calam Lynch (Bridgerton, Archie) and Liv Hill (The Serpent Queen, Elizabeth Is Missing).

The four-part drama, directed by BAFTA-winning filmmaker Aisling Walsh (Maudie, Elizabeth is Missing) started filming last month in the UK and is produced by Stella Merz (Gentleman Jack, Renegade Nell).

Miss Austen takes a literary mystery – Cassandra Austen notoriously burning her famous sister Jane’s letters – and reimagines it as a fascinating, witty and heart-breaking story of sisterly love, while creating in Cassandra a character as captivating as any Austen heroine.

The drama begins in 1830, a while after Jane has died. Cassandra (Keeley Hawes) races to see her young friend Isabella (Rose Leslie) who is about to lose her home following her father’s death. Cassandra is ostensibly there to help her friend, but her real motive is to find a stash of private letters which, in the wrong hands, could destroy Jane’s reputation. On discovering them, Cassandra is overwhelmed as she is transported back to her youth. In flashback, we meet Young Cassy and Jane (Patsy Ferran) as they navigate the infatuations, family feuds and dashed hopes which shaped their lives and laid the foundations for Jane’s unforgettable stories. Cassandra’s re-evaluation of her past eventually leads her to realise how blind she has been to the real cause of Isabella’s heartache and distress. Finding a way to guide Isabella towards true happiness, Cassandra is finally able to understand and celebrate the sacrifices she chose to make for her brilliant sister, Jane.

Sue Deeks, Head of BBC Programme Acquisition, says: “Miss Austen is the perfect blend of intriguing mystery, vivid and engaging characters and beguiling period charm – BBC viewers certainly have a treat in store.”

Christine Langan, executive producer, says: “To have this hugely entertaining female-driven story told by such a stellar cast, led by Keeley Hawes, as Bonnie Productions’ first drama is genuinely a dream come true. Gill Hornby has found an ingenious way into the Austen world, creating female characters modern audiences can empathise with and delight in. I’m so honoured to be bringing this wonderful novel to the screen in collaboration with the deeply talented trio of writer, Andrea Gibb, director, Aisling Walsh and producer, Stella Merz.”

Susanne Simpson, MASTERPIECE executive producer, says: “Miss Austen is a beautifully told story about the loves and losses of the Austen sisters. I’m thrilled that this heartfelt, romantic, and funny adaptation is in the hands of a remarkable ensemble cast led by the incredible Keeley Hawes.”

Miss Austen (4x50) is a co-production of Bonnie Productions and MASTERPIECE, in association with the BBC and Federation Stories.

The executive producers are Christine Langan for Bonnie Productions, Susanne Simpson for MASTERPIECE and Polly Williams for Federation Stories. Keeley Hawes, Andrea Gibb and Aisling Walsh are also executive producers.

#TV: Miss Austen #Keeley Hawes #Alfred Enoch #Phyllis Logan #Rose Leslie #Jessica Hynes

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sixth-light · 1 year

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I have no horse in the race regarding the Witcher re-casting but I hope very deeply that it's somehow related to that fuckery reported a few years ago where Netflix contracts change radically after three seasons because they plan to cancel most shows at or before three seasons. I hope their legendary refusal to commit to long-form shows is now blowing up in their face. That would be very funny to me.

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bookgeekgrrl · 7 months

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My media this week (1-7 Oct 2023)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🙂 Under Alien Skies: A Sightseer's Guide to the Universe (Phil Plait, author & narrator) - The Bad Astronomer paints pictures of what the sky would look like standing on the surface of other planets, asteroids, etc.

😊 Initiation (Sex Wizards #1) (Alethea Faust) - erotic BDSM fantasy - actually a bit more plot & worldbuilding than I was expecting tbh, entertaining

😞 Miss Aldridge Regrets (Canary Club Mystery #1) (Louise Hare, author; Georgina Campbell, narrator) - This isn't a mystery the MC investigates, it's a mystery that happens TO her. She was tediously passive, seeming really rather naïve & foolish (esp given her age and life experience) and entirely in denial about pretty much everything that happens to her (since she's being actively framed for murder). However, the very short interval chapters from the killer's perspective did hook my interest and left me genuinely curious about the mystery. At about 44% I jumped to the end to see how the mystery resolved. I'm counting it as read since I did read over 50% of it.

😍 A Most Agreeable Murder (Julia Seales, author; Fiona Hampton, narrator) - comical pastiche/parody mashup of: Jane Austen (specifically), regency-set/gothic novels (in general) & Agatha Christie/country house mysteries - funny & entertaining, deftly done. Very Nightmare Abbey vibes in the absolute best way. I enjoyed all the caricature characters but 'overlooked tedious (but secretly a [redacted]) sister' Mary was my fave, absolute gothic queen

💖💖 +94K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

I'm dating the least inquisitive man in Ottawa (GlitterCity) - Rachel Reid's Game Changers: Troy Barrett/Harris Drover (but really mostly gen), 4K - cute, really nailed the character voices

Tinder Is the Night (rohkeutta) - MCU: stucky, 6K - hilarious, forever fave [reread]

Stay (fandomfluffandfuck) - MCU: stucky, 31K - silver fox/old guard Dom Steve subbing for newbie Dom Bucky - great character voices, hot af sex!

bitten hand guides best (frankoceansmoonriver) - The Witcher: Geraskier, 33K - lovely little fic with werewolf!Jaskier & witcher Geralt

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Make Some Noise - s2, e1

Dirty Laundry - s3, e2

Only Murders In The Building - s3, e10

Deadloch - s1, e1-8

Our Flag Means Death - s2, e1-3

D20: Burrow's End - "The Red Warren" (s20, e1)

D20: Adventuring Party - "Stoatal Recall" (s15, e1)

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Re: Dracula - October 1: Not My Own Master In The Matter

Welcome to Night Vale #235 - Book Club

What Next: TBD - Inside Crypto's House of Cards

Re: Dracula - October 2: Play for the Stake of Human Souls

⭐ The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Searching for Squids with Dr. Sarah McAnulty

Ed Zitron's 15 Minutes In Hell - Episode 9 - David Roth

Re: Dracula - October 3: The Holiest Love

Into It - Tech Bros Laid the Foundation, but Women Built Social Media

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Enchanted Woods

Switched on Pop - In Defense of Crunk

Re: Dracula - October 4: It Is Like Death

Vibe Check - Freedom, Cut Me Loose!

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Baobab Fare

⭐ Shedunnit - Agatha and Plum

Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - Wilhelm Scream Remix

⭐ Song Exploder - Alvvays "Archie, Marry Me"

Re: Dracula - October 5: Baptism of Blood

Today, Explained - Caste away

Re: Dracula - October 6: My Affairs of Earth

Dear Prudence - My Girlfriend Is Always Late! Help!

Endless Thread - Find A Grave: Social Media Icon

Into It - Are Bed Bugs and Katy Perry Out for Blood?

Today, Explained - Who shot ya, Tupac?

Switched on Pop - Metro Boomin Wants Some More

ICYMI - Stop Snitching on Main

⭐ One Year - 1955: The Hiroshima Maidens

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Troubadours From the Tribe

Alternative Radio • 2000s

Foundations of Metal

Rob Zombie Radio • 2000s • Familiar

Metal Radio • 1980s

Manowar Radio

"Give It Away" [RHCP] Radio • Familiar

Stand And Deliver: The Very Best of Adam & The Ants {1999}

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thehollowmen · 1 year

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my entire tumblr page is either Witcher Netflix fans losing their complete shit over the Geralt re-cast, or MCR fans losing their complete shit over Gerard Way. either way, a guy who's name starts with G has caused havoc on Tumblr

#mcr #gerard way #my chemical gerard #the witcher #geralt #the witcher netflix #henry cavill

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azfellandco · 6 months

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I was tagged by @lineffability to do this tag game! Thanks for tagging me, I know I haven't been around much so it's nice to feel included in things.

favorite color: very light, pale, greyish blue

last song: Dead is the New Alive by Emilie Autumn

last movie: I think when I rewatched Palm Springs a few weeks ago?

currently watching: Farscape! A friend is showing it to me as it's one of few scifi series she's seen that I haven't yet. I'm enjoying it very much so far, if I have one criticism it's that the male lead is very boring (this is not that important as he's the everyman in a cast of aliens and all of them are incredibly interesting).

other stuff i watched this year: Reservation Dogs, which is really, really good. I don't know how to recommend this show but you should look it up and see if it grabs your interest, I've never seen anyone talk about it on here and I think it deserves more love from tumblr. Also watched Letterkenny (also very good) and a lot of youtube (the latest season of Puppet History was *chef's kiss* and I am currently defaulting to putting on The Try Guys when I need background noise). I rewatched the first four seasons of Doctor Who after Good Omens if that counts.

shows i dropped this year: The Witcher's latest season was so boring I didn't even bother to watch the three latest episodes (them coming out like, the same day Good Omens S2 dropped did not help, absolutely baffling creative choice to split the season up like that). Also MASH.

currently reading: the Crimson Peak novelization, Hellsing, and Octavia's Brood: Science Fiction From Social Justice Movements.

currently listening to: my Halloween playlist and my Re-Animator playlist. The Good Omens audiobook (not the one done by the cast, the older one) (it was available with no hold at the library).

currently working on: Line said "life" and honestly same. Also I signed up for yuletide this year and will start working on a fic for that soon.

current obsession/s: I'm about to start playing Baldur's Gate 3 this evening and I am really hoping it grabs me by the throat in the way of hyperfixations because every post I see about Asterion on tumblr makes me go oh? Oh? Okay.

I'm tagging @guardian-of-soho @maniacalmole @baggvinshield @dykemisspiggy and anybody else who wants to do it!

#begone thought

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nalyra-dreaming · 1 year

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Due to fandom complains about abuse and racism against the black characters (I'm absolutely NOT denying it or trying to justify something or blaming the black characters for anything), do you think the writers are going to tone down Armand a little bit, make him more likeable, less dark/abusive, because he's played by a POC actor?

Hey nonny!

No.

And I (personally) wouldn't want them to either.

I think it is good that they put their finger into the wound. None of what we saw was a coincidence. They should have put the warnings up, I'll give you that. But apart from that? No. (Re)Making Louis (and Claudia) black in a color-conscious way had to address the inherent racism within the relationship-setup and setting. I've talked at length how there are layers and layers to consider in analyzing it all - but I'll say it again - I applaud them for going there. Not many shows dare to. And the discussions are (obviously) needed. In regards to Armand we already see that they're not going to shy away from that either.

Armand is (a) muslim now. And POC. High-fucking-five. (I've seen and reblogged posts explaining much better than I could that this fits actually quite well.) Anne was very much stuck in and on Christianity (for a lot of reasons obviously), and while her handling of these topics is often very thought provoking it is also quite limited. Armand will be able to bring aspects into the tale now that were previously impossible to address - forced religious transitioning in cults, for example. Again, nothing here is a coincidence, and neither is Assad's casting (and I also think he fits soooo well and does a HELL of a job already.) The Vampire Chronicles are full of characters that are very far from one-dimensional. Morally gray dipped in blood. All of them. I hadn't hoped they'd go for the throat with this show tbh. It's what makes it so uncomfortable and brilliant, and... very modern, even. The next season will show whether they can hold it up (I'm a bit Witcher jaded).

But I hope they will.

Oh, and I am crossing my fingers that we'll get even more POC recasts. WITH the color-conscious (and religion-conscious/setting-conscious) approach - not the blind one.

#asks #thank you nonny #iwtv #interview with the vampire #my two cents #racism #religion #color conscious casting #season 2 #ask nalyra

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vro0m-but-not-cars · 8 months

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Okay @sweatyflytrap asked for my final opinion on the one piece live action and I have a lot of things to say as always so I'm making a post.

Light, unspecific spoilers, but well.

First of all it's not bad. But also it's not good. I don't feel excited about it, but I didn't have as much of a hard time watching it than I thought. Except the first episode. I spent the first episode messaging all my friends about how ugly it looked.

About the story adaptation :

Some changes they made I understand, because the East Blue Saga is overall pretty rough in terms of rhythm and also kinda unthetered to how the story develops later on. Of course, it's very important and necessary as far as world building and putting the crew together go, but none of the more long term plotlines are there yet, or at least you don't know that they are, and that doesn't really work with live action tv shows or it makes them look like sitcoms. They had to introduce some more middle- long- term stuff to let people see that there are bigger things happening that are worth keeping up with the series. But it feels kinda weird when you've been reading and watching the manga and anime for fucking ever. Spoils some stuff that were big moments in the original story. But again : understandable.

Some other changes I just. Don't. What. Some were weird, some confused me, some were uncalled for and honestly kinda pissed me off (re: Usopp, iykyk).

One thing I was happy about is that there is, just like in the manga, some clever, more or less obvious, foreshadowing. Well played.

About the characters :

I saw a lot of people being very happy about the cast, I... Have doubts. I'm kinda sad some of them lose important character design aspects although I understand it would have been difficult to make them look like they're drawn. Usopp without his long nose is ??? I mean it's inherent to who he is so taking that away takes away from his characterisation for me. Also is Sanji really Sanji without the curly eyebrows? I like Nami, I think she's played by a good actress as well. She's the one who felt the more solid to me. Zoro looks okay, I kinda hate how they turned him into some edgy vocal-fried annoyed teenager but well. Hopefully he'll gain more depth as we go. Hopefully they all do. We've barely seen them yet.

Now Luffy... I mean it's tricky, obviously. I just don't understand his character in the LA tbh because he's supposed to be super naive and carefree and not very smart, and sometimes he is, and at other times he says elaborate things that don't match up. Seeing him more or less seriously plan and strategise at times is intensely OOC and really took me out of it. Also it would always have been difficult to translate in LA but I find his smile very sinister at times. Overall, because he's sometimes smarter than he's supposed to be and because of that smile, you get the idea that he's acting stupider than he actually is and it gives the impression he's more calculated and manipulative than happy-go-lucky. I can't really read him well. He feels weird.

And I sure hope they get a better wig and lenses budget in the future but seeing how the Witcher characters look in their third or whatever season I highly doubt it. Seeing them with shitty synthetic dry AF hair really really takes me out of it. I cannot possibly take Shanks seriously when that's what he looks like. Don't even get me started on Mihawk. Also I've posted about this before but why in hell did they turned tall glass of water future daddy Ben Beckmann into a short jowly pot-bellied 50yo? I'm sad. AND don't try to convice me that Alvida is ugly because what the hell. Please take me on a date, I will definitely tell you you're beautiful. Also not a problem but why the fuck is Garp Welsh?

Another issue I have discussed with friends is Sanji's characterisation. Obvi they couldn't make him as creepy as he is in the manga and anime where he's straight-up harassing women but this very central aspect of his personality is almost completely lost in the LA which makes him seem very weird. It makes it difficult to understand how he acts towards Nami at times, when they're supposed to be one of the most well-matched duos in the crew. In parallel, LA Zoro and Nami have sexual tension for zero reason. Their chemistry works much better than Nami and Sanji's at this point. It's fixable in the next seasons but in this one it's kinda weird when you know their characters.

About the production :

Okay so one thing I will say without any further "but" is that Sanji's and especially Zoro's fighting scenes look very good. They're well choregraphed, and badass, and dynamic.

Luffy's fighting scenes are bad though. The gomu gomu fruit abilities look bad. He barely uses them most of the time (I guess it's costly and difficult to create visually). He looks weak, and slow. The rhythm is terrible. Also it's difficult to see him sometimes use gomu gomu to be rubbery and thus fully flexible and sometimes see the actual actor jump and bend like a more or less normal person, thus lacking the elasticity Luffy is supposed to have. It's like sometimes the rubber ability is activated and sometimes not and he just becomes a normal human being. I fully understand that it's not realistic to half animate him all the time to make it fit but again, it was very noticeable to me.

I also struggle with the overall vibe of the LA. Some things feel overly childish, like all the discourse around dreams etc. It is there in OP though, it is generally key in shōnen, no problem. But at the same time, it's quite violent and sinister at times. Buggy is scary af, he feels incredibly creepy. Which is also fine, the OP world is violent and weird. But it doesn't look that violent and weird when it's drawn. The juxtaposition of the child-like, naive, idealistic themes and the creepiness is a bit confusing to me. I'm trying to think who's the target for this aside from the obvious OP fans. It seems a bit too grotesque for children, and it feels a bit too "✨the power of friendship✨" for teens and adults. But well. It was the case in the manga as well initally and it got darker and more serious with time so whatever, I'll reserve judgement.

Conclusion :

I still don't know what to think because I started with loads of questions and now I just have even more. Mostly about how they intend to adapt the rest of it. Are they gonna buy their wigs and lenses elsewhere than Claire's? What the fuck is Chopper gonna look like? What about Brooks? Are they gonna make Ace and Law ugly as well? Because if so I might burn Netflix's headquarters for ruining them for me. Is Luffy gonna get better at fighting or do they intend for Zoro and Sanji to do most of the work forever? Is Bon Clay gonna be extremely offensive or are they somehow gonna manage to make him tasteful without ruining him? Is he gonna be there at all? I mean I could go on and on.

Anyway, as I was saying it's not bad, but it's not good. I think it works much better for people who haven't seen or read OP yet.

#one piece #one piece live action #opla

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