#when will i stop with the tenet gifs

[beauspot]

ok so years after it came out I finally watched Tenet. and i’m confused…but it was good.

i had no idea what to expect from this movie except “ooh movie go forward and in reverse oooooo” i also knew people shitted on it a lot because the plot wasn’t super clear. through all of this I never heard the meaning of this movie. or what it was about.

Tenet (i’m assuming everyone who’s seeing this post has seen the movie but just in case) is a science fiction story about reverse entropy and a dying man who can’t let go of his control to the point he is willing to take the world out if he can’t be there. A story about destiny and fate and choice and meaning. All of that is what Tenet is about. But at its center

Tenet is a love story

Not between The Protagonist and Kat.

Between The Protagonist and Neil

Now THREE THINGS WE NEED TO ACKNOWLEDGE FIRST:

1. I am still not entirely certain of the plot but I will be rewatching this movie because I think it was fun and the people were hot.

2. Neil is not Max. I know this is a popular theory and at first I thought it made sense since Rob dyed his hair for the role specifically and we don’t learn his past, only The Protagonist’s, but Nolan said they dropped that plotline because the timeline didn’t make sense.

3. You can view The Protagonist and Neil’s relationship as a platonic one or a romantic one my point still stands.

The surface level viewing of this movie gives you the impression that nothing matters and choice is a fallacy, what’s happened happened and there’s nothing you can do about it. But looking even a fraction deeper you realize the choices of the characters directly cause the events of the movie.

Sator is forced to live around radioactive materials in Kiev because of a neglectful government, that causes his cancer. His cancer leads him to begin communicating with the future and allows the past to invert which leads him to choosing omnicide but also directly leads to Tenet being able to stop him. His abuse leads to his death. Most importantly Neil’s death leads to The Protagonist’s life being saved which leads to The Protagonist finding Neil which cultivates the greatest relationship of either of their lives.

The most tragic part about all of this is that only in the final moments of their time together do they truly have all the pieces of their relationship laid out in front of them. The majority of the time spent with one another is with one of them not knowing their history and they’re stuck in this loop.

Our Neil dies at the end of the movie but we’re following The Protagonist. He will end up in the past, Neil’s past and at the end of their story Neil will be sent back to meet The Protagonist and so on and so on forever. And you can see the exact moment The Protagonist realizes this. That he’ll know Neil but Neil won’t know him, not really. Not for years.

We can see how immediately drawn to Neil The Protagonist is. He’s an undercover agent who very likely doesn’t trust anyone he hasn’t known for a long time but this is his face during his first meeting with Neil.

WE know why Neil is being friendly and why he stares at The Protagonist the way he does but he doesn’t. Why is he so immediately comfortable with Neil?

From the moment they meet to the final battle The Protagonist is so emotionally affected by Neil’s impending death that he considers putting the world in danger to try and save his life. He doesn’t see the point in Neil dying, and when Neil tells him that it’s just “what happened” The Protagonist doesn’t see why he should care about anything at all if every decision has already been made.

Until Neil explains to him that just because their future self has already made the decision for them, just because the path is laid out, doesn’t mean what they do doesn’t matter. Neil’s life saved everything, that matters (this one lesson goes on to affect how The Protagonist forms and runs Tenet). The Protagonist understands that yet he still wants to save Neil.

But at the end, all he can do is let Neil go. Continue moving forward.

Because there is a past for Neil. And a future for them.

*just a cute gif i wanted to include of The Protagonist staring at Neil like a day after they met.(idk how long a timeframe the movie takes place over)*

#tenet #the protagonist #neil tenet #protagoneil #inverted husbands #the protagonist x neil #sator tenet #kat tenet #infodump #love story #what’s happened happened #scifi #science fiction #time travel #except not really

[better-call-mau1]

Congratulations! You’re being smothered with a completely random headcanon about Mandalorian marriage customs rescued! Please do not resist.

The Rite of Riduurok Akaanir, aka “Lover’s Quarrel”

Alright…so I gotta be honest and say that even though I can’t remember how exactly this headcanon came to me, I’ve been carrying it around for years, ever since first watching Rebels and shipping Sabezra 😅 …and at this point, I feel like it’s burning a hole in my head, trying desperately to get out, so I’m gonna save myself the expense of reconstructive cranial surgery and just share it:

Mandalorians like to fight. Actually, they don’t just like to fight, “weapons are a part of [their] religion,” or at least their culture—and for many, their entire lives are built around that. In the case of the Children of the Watch, strict adherence to a No-Living-Being-Can-See-You-With-Your-Helmet-Off orthodoxy even gets in the way of basic interpersonal behavior, like eating a meal together. The implications of that are…interesting…and not in a “wow that’s cool!” way…more like a “kark, that’s depressing” way.

Basically, I started to wonder how the “BAM! BOOM! BAM! BOOM! BLOW STUFF UP AND KILL THOSE FORCE-WIELDING MANIACS!” portion of Mandalorian culture (so…most of it?) intersects with intrinsic parts of human…wait, nope, sorry Grogu sentient life—namely romantic intimacy. (Paz Vizsla has, presumably, not taken his helmet off in decades…and he has a son who’s probably 12ish years old, tops…so do you think he ever stares at his kid and tries parsing out his own features to get an idea of what his wife looks like?) It’s an extreme example from an extreme sect, but there’s application to Mandalorian society as a whole. Where does love fit into a worldview or galaxy-view, I guess where conflict is a core tenet? When do individuals stop existing as warriors and start existing as people? Do they ever?

Anyway, the point is that on its face, the cultural dogma doesn’t seem to leave much room for authentic social and romantic intimacy, especially the latter since, ya know, the beskar has to come off both literally and figuratively in order to procreate. It’s difficult for me to see how the necessity of physical and emotional vulnerability can coexist with the rest of Mando culture—so let’s just leave it at that.

But for a civilization to survive as long as Mandalore has without totally disintegrating, those intimate relationships have to exist, and there’s plain evidence that they do. For all their problems, the Wren family clearly loves each other, and we even get a glimpse of some soft Alrich/Ursa PDA in “Heroes of Mandalore.” Then there’s Bo-Katan, who still cares deeply for her sister despite…well…joining a terrorist faction to help overthrow her. That says something, right?

Wrapping my mind around how authentic love can exist in a fictional warrior society really got me thinking—so much so that I headcanoned a ritual (Riduurok Akaanir, “Lover’s Quarrel”) to help myself work it all out.

The general idea? On Mandalorian wedding nights, the bride and groom have a private duel. A duel to the death? Maybe if it’s an arranged marriage and one party really wants out and I’m gonna speculate that Bo-Katan widowed herself at least four times before running off to join Death Watch.

More commonly, though, it’s just a playful act to embody love transcending conflict. Alrich Wren, for example, isn’t a traditional warrior, but Ursa didn’t assert her superior combat prowess on their wedding night by firing a wrist rocket at his face something Bo-Katan probably did to a few of the short-lived husbands Satine picked out for her. (“Parry this, you kriffing casual.”) Instead, I’d like to think Alrich and Ursa went through the basic motions of a hand-to-hand duel, not necessarily to prove who’s the better warrior, but as an intimate prelude to the actual consummation of their marriage—almost like a mutually disarming dance. (Could it be light-heartedly competitive? Sure! As the first Mando to perform the Riduurok Akaanir with a Jedi, Sabine would go all-out to make sure she doesn’t lose to Ezra! 😆) When the dance-duel ends, they set aside their warrior identities to become something more: husband and wife. It’s like a way of saying, “As Mandalorians, what we do is fight, but we’re more than mere weapons. We fight so we can love. We wear armor to protect ourselves, our homes, and our families. It’s an important part of who we are, but we’re ultimately made of flesh and blood, not cold beskar.”

So that’s the point of Riduurok Akaanir, a term I came up with using this nifty English to Mando’a online translator (before I just called it “Wedding Night Fight” in my head). It’s not supposed to be a blanket explanation—but intimacy and vulnerability don’t have clear utility in a warrior culture, and this is my best attempt at bridging that perceived gap.

If you made it down this far without dozing off, enjoy this Sabezra incorrect quote! 😁

Fenn Rau: I trust that Sabine briefed you on Mandalorian wedding customs?

Ezra: Yep! I know exactly how not to get myself killed before officially becoming a married man.

Rau: The trick is not getting yourself killed *after* becoming a married man. Did she explain what happens on the wedding night?

Ezra: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Rau:

Ezra:...yeahthatsnotreallysomethingIneedorwantSabinetoexplaintomeandKanankindofgavemethelowdownbackduringmyJeditrainingdayssoIthinkIknowwhattodobutthanksanyway.

Rau: Kanan taught you about the Mandalorian ‘lover’s quarrel,’ then? His instruction was even more thorough that I imagined. Or maybe he always knew you and Sabine would end up together.

Ezra: Sorry, did you say...?

Rau: The Rite of Riduurok Akaanir is usually non-fatal. Sabine seems to be genuinely fond of you, so I’m sure you’ll survive to see the sunrise.

Ezra:

Ezra:

Ezra: Oh kriff.

#the mandalorian #bo katan kryze #sabine wren #ezra bridger #sabezra #ursa wren #alrich wren #ursa x alrich #fenn rau #star wars rebels #mandalorian culture #Attorney Maul’s Headcanons #Lover’s Quarrel Rite

[kerubimcrepin]

Liveblog 4: Oh god this liveblog will have 50+ posts I now realize.

Unlike the previous episode, here, the ever present Schrödinger's city wall is real, though it is still different from the OP.

I could make a joke about all cops being pigs, and the fact that they are literally patrolling the streets in this episode to harass homeless people... but yeah that's exactly what's going on here, no jokes needed.

In 610-ish years, during Waven era, Joris Jurgen, then-regent and ruler of Bonta, will be waging war on the pig people, one that may or may not involve cannibalism on both sides. But for now, he is eepy, 7 years old, and being woken up by them. It's kinda like poetry, you know?

Don't know why, but that's a very good image of Keke. Exhudes a good amount of smugness.

Says the man who will proceed to do it for 600 more years anyway. Get boiled, idiot.

One of the thing's that's very consistent with Jurgen-Crepins is the usage of kicking and jumping in battles. There's a theme here. If they were actually ready and not being beaten up during the OVA, they'd be all over Ush, like fleas.

The thing is that, even if we don't know why Lou left, Kerubim and Luis probably do. Their every conversation is pretty suspect, practically screaming "I know something you don't :)", as many aspects of this show do.

Even if they don't know all the details, they know much more than we ever will.

So, a few tenets of the Lou theorizing:

She left sad, and unlike many other times, without any anger for Kerubim.

She left Luis with him to watch over him.

She also left Luis because he couldn't go with her, but that could mean many things.

She left after Ecaflip City, obviously, and at that time, their relationship seemed the healthiest. (Well, as healthy as it could be.)

Unlike all the other times, Kerubim didn't go searching for her. It seems this separation was final in a way no other was, and there had to be a reason that he didn't go and try to make up. An unsolvable issue.

Both Luis and Kerubim blame Kerubim, and the first one uses this to make the second one angry.

So, what is it that made her leave, and do Luis and Kerubim fully know? I have my own theories, after watching the show around ten or twenty times. They aren't answers, obviously. I don't think we'll ever get an answer from Ankama, ever. But there's no harm in spitballing. However, it'll have to wait.

Get boiled, idiot.

The day I stop talking about how Simone is Joris's cooler aunt, is the day I die. She loves him so much just from one meeting.

Guy who is normal about Crepinlore voice: "Yeah, in the second episode? For breakfast, they're eating croissants, butter, jam, light tea for Kerubim and Simone, and milk for Joris, all of which is a traditional French breakfast. Yeah, when Joris bites it you can see that the croissants have white or yellow filling, which might be cheese, vanilla, or condensed milk—

Yeaaaah, but this isn't as crazy as that time in a future episode where Joris pours chocolate milk into a hot drink which might be tea, hot chocolate, or cocoa. He is insane, you know."

Even as a child, his twisted and evil arc of drinking things through a straw has already started....

The face journeys this man goes on in these series are far more complex than even his twisted fucking cycling path of a character arc, and that's saying something.

Even by age 7 he is utterly deep in the boufbowl brainrot. Sad!

"The woman there didn't even like beer, which is a sign of evil." I love you Kerubim, but you really shouldn't have parental rights.

And yes. He does have parental rights. It's officially on record, even 200-ish years later. I guess that despite losing his back-up lives and developing a new, infinitely more insane parent-child bond, he and Joris never updated their papers to match the legend of Joris being his dad.

Even without meeting her, Joris understands that Lou was a Girlboss. That she scared the life out of his amazing and all-capable papycha. Her sheer power is indescribable, Lou fans stay winning, etc etc,

and yeah I want to boil her into soup too. I hate them both. (I say this with love.)

Anyway how many times do you think Joris has seen Luis commit violences upon Kerubim? Normal household. As was already proven in my 2nd liveblog.

I will hunt Luis for sport.

#ro liveblogs dofus #wakfu #dofus #krosmoz #ep2

[anakinskywalkerog]

My Very Soul (Chapter 22)

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

Link to Chapter 21

Warnings: more waiting but also feelings and a lil bit o action (a hurricane if anyone has recently gone thru that 😢)

Summary: Your attempt to follow Anakin after the bounty hunters leads you to a place you didn't want to go; you and Anakin decide to go rogue to attempt to rescue his mother

Word Count: 2.8k

As you pulled yourself into the pilot's seat and jammed your hand against the button to close the cockpit, you urged your body to move faster, even though it felt paralyzed by fear. What was wrong with you? You'd chased bounty hunters countless times. The adrenaline and panic coursing through you now felt new, and it terrified you, but all you could do was push it aside and try to control your shaking hands as you pulled the ship above the trees. As you flew after the enemy's ship—the ship Anakin was still clinging to—you looked down and saw Theo running out onto the house's deck, his petrified face becoming smaller and smaller in your view as you zoomed forward. You could still see the bounty hunter's ship, but it was far in front of you, and you couldn't tell exactly what was happening with just your eyes.

       "Ani? Anakin, do you copy?" you yelled frantically into the comm channel.

       "A little busy!" you heard him grunt back, amidst the humming of a lightsaber and the sound of an engine.

       "I'm on your tail," you told him, trying to calm your heart that felt like it was beating out of your chest. What was happening to you? A major tenet of the Jedi religion was the ability to remain calm while in the face of danger. You'd never struggled with this before—you'd always been able to snap into focus when duty called. Why was your blood pumping like this? Why couldn't you stop the tendrils of fear from wrapping around your heart, strangling you from within? You breathed, following the ship above the vast ocean. You were so focused on the ship in front of you, you almost didn't notice the sky beginning to darken.

       "Anakin, the storm!" you yelled into the comm, but it was too late. You'd flown away from the sunny seashore, away from the island, toward the storming you'd only been able to see from space, one of the hurricanes in the middle of the ocean. You watched the enemy ship, with the lightsaber-bearing figure huddled on top of it, plunge into the dark clouds.

       "ANI!" you screamed, but you got no response. You urged your shaking hands to fly steady, taking a deep breath. "I am one with the Force," you told yourself, gripping the flight controls tightly. "The Force is with me."

       You lurched the ship right into the storm. Immediately, you lost control—the flight controls moved this way and that, and you tried in vain to pull them in the right direction, in any direction. You felt the ship tip to the side, at the mercy of the winds and the rain. You couldn't see anything—everything was dark, but for a moment when, far ahead of you, you saw a dramatic strike of lightning illuminate the cloud.

       "Anakin," you nervously asked the comm, but you knew it was no use. There was no way the frequency of the signal would be able to travel through this. You blinked back tears, thinking quickly as the ship rocked back and forth. You closed your eyes.

       Putting your hands on the ship's control panel, you breathed deeply. You felt the mechanism beneath you, felt outward, feeling the wind, the storm, the atmosphere. You took a moment, letting the forces of the earth acknowledge you, your ship, your passing. Slowly, carefully, you listened with the Force until you felt the edges of the storm, understood its every current, its every moving part.

       "Help me find him," you asked the ship, taking the controls with your hands, your eyes still closed. You anticipated every gust of wind before it occurred. You felt through the cloud, using your instincts, slowly riding the storm until you found what you were looking for. Your eyes shot open.

       The enemies' ship was there, beneath you, but it was falling—plunging toward the tossing sea. You guided your ship downward, toward the ship falling in a spiral. You didn't see Anakin anywhere—you could barely see anything.

       "Please," you begged—what you were asking for, and whom you were asking, you didn't know. You flew downward, engaging the tractor magnet on the bottom of your ship. Just a little closer, you urged, biting your lip in concentration, willing the enemy ship closer to yours through the Force. Finally, you heard the clank. The ship was attached.

       "Y/N!" you heard through the comms, a crackling sound drowning out whatever else was said. Relief flooded through your body.

       "Ani," you breathed, allowing the ship to guide you upward.

       "Y/N, listen to—" you heard, the crackling increasing, causing Anakin's voice to come in and out of the ship's comm. "Fly out of—" he continued, "—in the storm."

       "Don't worry, Ani," you answered calmly, "I've got this." You breathed in the Force, following the wind currents.

       "Y/N, no—" Anakin shouted, but whatever he said next was cut by the crackling. You felt the disturbance, but it was too late. Something hit the side of the ship, hard, something that caused the glass around the cockpit to crack, though the glass held, for now. As you spun out of control, the enemy's ship attached to yours, a strike of lightning illuminated the scene, and you saw it—a tentacle, larger than the storm itself, sliding back down toward the water below.

       "What is that?!" you screeched, pulling on the ship's controls.

       "Giant—" crackled through the comm, but you didn't need to know the thing's name. You pulled up as hard as you could, urging the ship away from the grasp of the beast, but it was no use. Another tentacle slammed into you, wrapping around the ship, pulling you down, down towards the head.

       "Y/N!" you heard through the comm, but the voice sounded farther away. You breathed. You felt something—a presence. It was angry.

       "It...it's creating the storm," you said, disbelieving, feeling the giant monster thrashing around you, its anger hitting the surface of the water, like giant hands splashing. You heard Anakin's voice, but didn't register what he'd said. You were falling deeper into the presence of the beast, and you felt your consciousness acknowledged.

       The way you communicated with the creature was not with words. It was a fascinating experience. You forgot, for a moment, where you were, forgot that you and Anakin were in danger. The creature's mind was unlike that of any animal or alien you'd ever encountered. The creature didn't only keep its brain in its head—you felt the mind and emotions in every tentacle, including the one wrapped around your ship. It was with this mind that you pleaded. You felt that the creature was angry, but also that it didn't have a reason—rather, this anger felt like it was a natural process, a seasonal cycle. As you waded deeper into the creature's emotions, you felt primarily that the tentacled beast was curious about you. It was unfamiliar with your kind, you found—it had never encountered another being like you, in the Force. It was clear that this beast, whatever it was, was strong in the Force. You asked it, respectfully, in its language. Please. You pleaded with it to conclude its thrashing, to stop making its storm, only for a moment. You found the being confused by this request. It didn't seem to understand that you were in danger, in its throes.

       "Y/N!" you heard through the comm. "Y/N, please, please, are you okay? Are you there?" The urgency in Anakin's voice pulled you back to the present, and it gave you a burst of feeling deep in your gut. It was this feeling, you suddenly knew, that communicated your reasoning to the creature that held you in its grasp. The creature knew the feeling coursing through you now. You felt the ship suddenly freed from its tentacle prison. Your eyes burst open.

       "I'm here," you told Anakin through the comm, as you saw the tentacles lowering into the sea and the dark electric cloud around you starting to disperse. "Everything's all right."

       "What's happening to the storm?" Anakin asked, the comm channel clearing with the cloud.

       "It would take too long to explain," you smiled, pulling the ship forward and back toward the island.

You pulled yourself up out of the cockpit, looking around at the forest clearing where you'd awkwardly landed, detaching the other ship just in time for Anakin to crash it into the forest nearby. Climbing down your ship's ladder, you saw that the bounty hunters' ship was severely damaged. Anakin was pulling himself out of the rear escape hatch, looking, to your relief, unhurt. You felt a surge of a feeling you couldn't define as you hurried toward him.

       "What did you—" Anakin started, but you cut him off, throwing yourself into his arms. Only now did you realize you had been shaking. Holding his solid figure to yours, you were finally able to breathe deeply. Your body stopped quivering. You inhaled the scent of his Jedi robes. Anakin, after a pause, hugged you back, holding you close and putting his hand on the back of your head.

       Blushing, you pulled away from him. "What was that about?" Anakin asked, chuckling, and you saw a bit of pink in his cheeks. You shrugged.

       "I'm just...glad you're okay, is all," you said, taking a step backward. "Where are the bounty hunters?" Anakin gestured toward the enemy ship.

       "I didn't have any restraining cuffs, so I had to improvise," Anakin laughed. You took a step toward the ship, peaking in to see the two unconscious forms of the bounty hunters, tied together with wire from the ship's navigational computer.

       "Oh, 'zank 'ze gods!" you heard from behind you, and you turned, seeing Theo running upward from the direction of the house. "'Ze danger 'as passed?" You nodded, giving Theo a bracing pat on the shoulder.

       "We should contact the council," you said, a lump forming in your throat. "We have their prisoners. That's a completed mission."

       "Completed?" Theo asked, his face falling.

       "Of course," Anakin responded, looking at you gruffly, before turning and putting his hand on Theo's shoulder.

       After a conversation with the holograms of Master Yoda and Master Windu, you both set about repairing your own ship. The captives, who were now awake, sat nearby, restraining cuffs around their hands and around their mouths. A Republic prison transport was en route to pick them up and take them back to Coruscant. Though they couldn't speak or sign, they both looked at you and Anakin with the death stares you'd come to associate with enemies defeated.

       "You can start it up, flea," Anakin told you, and you moved around him carefully, climbing up into the cockpit to try the engine. As you did, you felt the woman with violet eyes watching you. Her thoughts turned to Anakin, and then to you. It was clear she intuited the bond between the two of you, and her fury seared through you in the Force. In her mind, she pictured what you interpreted to be a very clear threat—you, dead at her hand, and Anakin, made to watch. Your stomach turned. You did not want this mysterious enemy to know too much about your Force gifts, so you did not turn, did not let on that you read the threat in her mind. Still, your stomach flipped. It felt like she knew.

After the necessary repairs had been made, you asked Theo to watch over the captives for a moment, only so you could gather your supplies from the house.

       "Are you thinking about what Master Windu said?" Anakin asked you quietly as you made your way through the jungle toward the house for the last time.

       "I don't understand why Master Obi Wan and Master Yuma would have gone silent." These thoughts plagued you as you stepped through the doors, heading toward the stairs so you could enter the senator's suite to pack your things. Shouldn't they have arrested that bounty hunter they'd found on Kamino, by now? Why hadn't they returned?

       "I'm sure everything is fine," Anakin said, though he didn't feel sure in his Force presence. He followed you into the suite, seeing as he was a Jedi, and everything he owned was on his person.

       "I hope you're right," you replied, sighing. You packed the senator's clothes quietly. You might miss wearing these gowns, you thought. You might miss pretending you were someone else. Your breath caught in your throat.

       "What is it?" Anakin asked, stepping forward to put his hand on your shoulder. You felt an uncertainty entering his Force presence, and he dropped his hand, taking a step back, torn between how he felt and his desire to respect your wishes.  

       "I just realized that we're leaving here," you said, trying not to let your feelings enter your voice. "That we're never coming back."

       "We don't know that for sure," Anakin replied. "We don't know that we'll never return." You shook your head. Anakin's thoughts swirled around, jumping from pining to grief. You had almost forgotten the conversation you had been having before the bounty hunters showed up.

       "You know," you told Anakin, closing the suitcase and turning to face him. "We're here, in the Outer Rim. There's no reason we can't make a quick...stop, before we return to the Temple."

       "Are you serious?" Anakin asked, looking you over as if looking for signs of insincerity.

       "Absolutely," you told him, looking him dead in the eye. "Tatooine is only a parsec away. And she might need us." At these words, Anakin's eyes filled with tears. You couldn't stop yourself. You once again wrapped your arms around him, putting your hands on the back of his neck. "We'll find her, and make sure she's okay," you whispered to Anakin, reassuring him about his dream, and also reassuring yourself. Your words emerged so close to Anakin's ear, you felt goosebumps pop up on his neck.

       "We are sorry to interrupt," you heard a quiet voice say from the doorway, and you broke apart from Anakin, feeling awkward. Elodie entered the room, along with Océane. "We wanted to say goodbye," Elodie said slowly. At this, Océane burst into tears.

       "Oh," you said, turning to them, tears filling your eyes. The three of you hugged, crying, blubbering words of affection. Anakin stood behind you clumsily, until a crying Océane pulled him into the hug.

       "I will never forget you," you told the girls as they led you downstairs. You turned and took one last look at the house. "I will never forget this place."

       The girls followed you up to your ship, up to where Theo was overseeing the captives being led onto the Republic prison transport. After assuring you that the captives would remain secure until they reached the capital, you and Anakin waved to the pilots and the guards as the transport took off.

       "If you ever need anyzing," Theo said, taking you into his arms, "anyzing at all, you are welcome 'ere always." Theo shook Anakin's hand.

       "We are your family," Elodie said through her tears, "and if you need us, we will be 'ere." These words brought tears to your eyes all over again. You wished, so dearly, that you could say the same, but you couldn't return this sentiment. You couldn't tell these wonderful people that you would be there for them—the Jedi lifestyle didn't allow for such promises.

       "Take care of each other," you told them through your tears. Anakin patted you awkwardly as you wiped your eyes.

       "Goodbye, dear ones," Theo called as you climbed into the gunner seat, opposite Anakin's pilot seat. You waved as the cockpit closed, and kept waving as the ship took off, watching Theo, Océane and Elodie becoming dots below you as the ship rose into the atmosphere. You leaned to the side, trying to take in your last glimpses of Levangé as the ship pulled higher. You looked at the beautiful islands, the blue sea, and the dark storm clouds that dotted the horizon. You weren't sure, but you thought you could see the form of a tentacle moving in one of the hurricanes. You hadn't told a lie. You would never forget this place.

       As the ship pulled out of the atmosphere and you saw space in front of you, you felt Anakin pause in the pilot's seat.

       "Are you sure about this?" Anakin asked. "We could get into a lot of trouble."

       "Yes, I'm sure," you told him. A burst of feeling entered your presence, and you allowed it to fill the cockpit without withdrawing it. You wished you could give him more than this—wished you could take away his every bad feeling. If anything, you could give him peace. You could help him find his mother. "To Tatooine."

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attack of the clones is UNFOLDING, y'all. i promise we are almost done with pining. we really are! but this is the story and this is how it happens and the waiting is the fun of it. gotta make the reader pine a bit too 😈

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[strangesmallbard]

have u ever shared the lore of torlynn's guardian/dream visitor? :O

i haven't yet! at least not directly—i have posted about the oc she looks like: torlynn's previous girlfriend, a human storm sorcerer/oath of the ancients paladin named thalia adrian, who died in terrible circumstances about a century ago. specifically, she's the version of thalia that torlynn first met. when she died, she was about 40 human years old.

those terrible circumstances happen to be extremely plot relevant! anyway, like many people, i always headcanon the guardian as someone significant in tav's life, either someone who previously guided them and/or haunts them. and thalia—and those terrible, plot-relevant circumstances of her death—haunt torlynn so so so much! especially awhen the party enters the shadowlands at the beginning of act 2 . eyes emoji.

something else important: in addition to all the cool things above, thalia is also a bhaalspawn. if you know bg1/bg2 lore and raised your eyebrows at thalia's last name, you are very correct: she's actually gorion's ward, the protagonist of the first two games. (i haven't gotten a chance to play them yet, so all my info is from various wikis. i definitely plan to, though!)

the full torlynn/thalia story has expanded into many rooms in my mind palace, so i'll put the rest under a read more for anyone interested haha.

HISTORY:

a century and a half before the events of bg3, torlynn was a high harper based in the sword coast. before that, she served the harpers since her early 100's, participating in multiple campaigns/adventure parties across faerûn for the next three centuries. a century and a half before the events of bg3, torlynn was a harper before she was anything or anyone else, wholly dedicated to the cause. she also took her leadership role very seriously and gave up most personal relationships as a result, even amongst fellow harpers. she also became more careful than the unreserved, reckless, hotheaded person she'd been in youth.

more important context: torlynn's mom was a powerful necromancer and well-known in her academic circles. back in the day, she'd do all sorts of necromantic experiments in the baldur's gate sewers, as so much weird shit happens there. including bhaalist cults every few centuries or so. when torlynn was still in school, her mom went missing down there and absolutely everyone stonewalled her when she tried to find out why, including her dad (shareholder at sorcerous sundries) and the flaming fist (who she briefly joinde after graduating wizard school). she eventually determines that bhaalists were involved, but never found any trace of her mom.

SO when sarevok causes problems on purpose in baldur's gate, torlynn is right in the thick of it for both harper reasons and personal reasons, pulled to the home that hadn't been home in a very, very long time. (frankly unsure if this counters bg1 canon but this is also my mind palace <3). and then she meets thalia: bright, kind, reckless, very chaotically good, and a bhaalspawn. and a sorcerer, which simply doesn't help matters regardless of how torlynn is a wizard who cannot stand the company of other wizards. (parents made her go to wizard school).

RELATIONSHIP:

they ummmm do not hit off right away. although torlynn very much believes in the harper tenets of Free Will and Liberty Over Systems, she's also a big fan of rules and organization and systems that facilitate free will. and, of course, breaking rules and systems that are stupid and don't make sense. (this all very wizard of her, but don't tell her that) (thalia tells her that, repeatedly). she also doesn't trust thalia's dark urge for very valid reasons. this all manifests in clashes that annoy everyone in the general vicinity. but this is a classic enemies-to-lovers, babey! they experience trials and tribulations, defeat thalia's loser brother, and fall very hard for each other.

their relationship is always a bit tumultous, as they don't stop clashing about the fundamentals. bhaal is also determined to make thalia succomb to her urge, meaning her bhaalspawn dreams get a lot worse around torlynn. but these bitches love each other! they're mutually obsessed! lesbian devotion > your shitty dad, every time. their differences are ultimately complements; torlynn grounds thalia, helping her perceive things like fantasy spreadsheets and consequences for your actions, while thalia helps torlynn find that balance between her Great Harper Responsibilities and like, having fun lmao. experiencing life to its fullest extent after spending her own protecting others. [insert a 50k relationship development fic here].

LET'S JUMP 20 YEARS:

in that time, thalia has also joined the harpers, albeit in a less formal capacity. she and torlynn spend half those years together and half apart as thalia 1) avoids murdering her, and 2) searches for other bhaalspawn across the realm, determined to save them from their urge. (she rarely succeeds. according to the wiki page for gorion's ward, something that sets gorion's ward apart from other bhaalspawn was their supportive upbringing, which very few have). at some point, they hear about a weird situation brewing beyond the mountain pass. some guy named ketheric is causing problems on purpose and shar is involved. can't be good.

and man, you know most of what happens next. the harpers join forces with the druids from the grove and together they defeat ketheric and his dark justiciars. in this version of the story, however, they almost lose. their forces have dwindled into nothing and help isn't on the way and torlynn's best ranger flew off the fucking handle and started torturing enemy scouts. one night, huddled under a tent, shar's darkness already clinging to every corner, thalia brings up a strategy they haven't considered. dire to be sure, but don't these people deserve every dire strategy we have left to give? aren't you always saying that to win, we must sometimes be willing to lose? torlynn says Under No Circumstances Are You Allowed to Do That. i will make sure you never have to do that.

thalia bristles; she hates when torlynn pulls rank. (when anyone pulls any type of rank). she doesn't say anything else because she doesn't want to get mean. torlynn is too terrified to say anything and too ashamed of her fear to talk about that either. so they don't talk again, not until that final battle when another fucking shadow squadron crests over the field and thalia Does Just That.

that being: assume her slayer form, succombing to the very urge she dedicated her entire life to fighting. and because the slayer's only motivation is Kill Everyone, there's only one way to stop her from turning on the harpers and the druids after the dark justiciars are all dead and gone. and torlynn makes sure she's the one to stop her. she owes that end to her. she wants to hold her one more time, even if what she's holding is a very scary creature with lots of pointy limbs.

AFTERMATH:

when the war is officially over, torlynn is not well. like fundamentally just had her belief in anything shaken and stirred and then exploded and also exploded again. she's dedicated her life to this cause and now the lands are cursed and thalia is dead, turned into the monster she hated. perhaps her mother was right about everything turning to rot, so you may as well use that rot to your own ends. except torlynn is bad at rotting, so she goes to bother her mother's god about getting her girlfriend back. but, well, thalia isn't with myrkul. she's with bhaal. and he's noooot letting her go so easily.

that's when torlynn loses that last grip on her previous life. she deserts the harpers, throws herself into necromantic research, and decides she's going to rescue thalia from bhaal if it's the last thing she does. she spends about 75 years doing this. and then something too complicated for this already too-long post happens that causes her to abandon this mission. winds up teaching 10-year-olds how to conjure ice at her old school in waterdeep, still adrift and bitter and mostly unwell. that's roughly her status quo until the nautiloid scoops her up from the road between waterdeep and baldur's gate.

CONCLUSION:

anyway! the emperor sees this big ball of noxious grief in torlynn's mind and is like Oh fuck yes a little bowl of seeds for me (perfect circumstances to manipulate the scary, highly-competent elf lady). he would have succeeded but torlynn has the power of friendship and gay sex with karlach on her side.

HEY, THEY KIND OF LOOK LIKE TALDER?

you got me there! torlynn kind of started out as an alder uber; i wanted to make an older lady oc who was both a magic user and some kind of military commander. besides their penchant for repression and the way grief is a huge part of their stories, torlynn wound up pretty different overall! thalia shares some physical traits with tally, but she's also taken a life of her own since that initial Haha Wouldn't It Be Funny If brainstorm. if anyone's interested i'm very happy to elaborate, but this is already too long LMAO. p.s. if you read the whole thing i love you

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #tav bg3 #bg3 tav #torlynn alderstar #yell.txt #fashionablyfyrdraaca #ask #thank you so much for asking!! apologies for writing a wiki article!!!

[hobisfavoritespritecan]

Atonement

SEO MOON-JO X READER

When the world falls apart, you have him by your side, loving and caring for you every step of the way. Accidentally stumbling upon his most sinful line of work, you wonder how much you really know about the dentist you fell in love with.

The cold and dreary night sky looked overhead and the moon cast a shimmery glow onto the pavement in front of Eden Residence. The flowerbeds that seemed to be teeming with life at one point in time were now filled with weeds and miscellaneous cans and bottles. The sidewalk was perfect on the way up to the residence, however as soon as you stepped foot in the vicinity of your new boyfriend's place, you noticed how broken and jagged the cement was. Overall, you had expected a bit more from the dentist, but you weren't going to be the one to judge. Moon-jo wasn't close to anyone really, so when he'd offered to take you on a date the first couple of times, you were excited and surprised to say the least. You knew he had secrets (everyone does), but little did you know the secret he kept from the world.

Smiling, you see the familiar figure standing outside the entryway, smoking a cigarette. Moon-jo was wearing a black turtleneck and grey dress pants with a black leather jacket on top. His hair had been gelled down previously to his arrival but was now strewn about his face and ears; it was disheveled in the "I may have just got out of bed but I'm still sexy" type look. He had a piercing in one ear that was just barely visible from his curly black locks of hair and upon seeing your face, his expression changed from daunting to pleasant. Even his demeanor changed as he stood up just a bit straighter and positioned his hands behind his back, a stance that you were familiar with when he welcomed you to the clinic.

"Why hello there." You said with a knowing glance, making it obvious that you were checking him out. He didn't seem to mind though, in fact, he looked expectant of it. His eyes shifted downwards from yours to your lips and then to your outfit, never staying in one place for too long. How he was so good at undressing you with his eyes, you didn't know. All you knew was that you wanted him to do it again and again.

"Hello." He said in his soft deep voice. He smelled of Dolce and Gabbana or something similar in exquisiteness, with a faint familiar touch of... bleach?

"You look sexy as hell." You said, just itching to voice what was on your mind. It wasn't fair for him to be so taunting with his angled features and impeccable style.

"Wow. I thought I would've had to put in a bit more effort before you offered to sleep with me." He laughed and snaked an arm around your waist, leading you up the stairs. You smiled up at him and wondered how you found such a godlike person. From the way he walked to the way he acted, everything seemed so meticulous and beautiful, almost as if he was never truly from this realm. You were in awe of Moon-jo in every way, and you scared yourself with the thoughts of what you would let him do to you...

Up at the landing, he removed his arm from your body and pushed open the door to reveal the apartments on the floor which he resided. It was dark and dreary and had the faintest smell of mold and cleaning chemicals; you wondered if that's where you picked up the bleach smell from. The walls were a dark green which made it even darker and the walls were so close together that it felt suffocating trying to navigate your way around the building. There was not a decoration in sight, not a plant, not any of the other tenets. The silence was so deafening that your ears started to ring.

Opening up the door to his room, Moon-jo looked on the shelf above him for the car keys he needed to take the two of you on a proper date. He had offered to give you a ride to the new restaurant that had just opened, and you agreed even when he said you two would need to stop at his place for the keys.

"Where are they.....?" He asked himself as he shuffled about the shelves, looking for the familiar shape of the keys. You started to feel somewhat sick the longer you stayed in the building, the walls and the lighting started to take a toll on you. It was disorienting and uncomfortable and for a moment you thought back to the possibility of parallel universe liminal spaces, since the place reminded you of it so much. Clutching your purse closer to your body, you hold the cool chain around your neck to get some feeling back into your nerves.

"Hey, baby are you okay?" You hear him ask on the opposite end of the room.

"Yeah, yeah. I just need some air." You lied, trying to look at the floor to appease your stomach. Your shoes even felt tight.

"You can go wait for me in the kitchen, if you'd like. It's a bit more open in there. Down the hall to the left." He said, shrugging his shoulders and continuing to look through the cabinets. How he lost something in such a small place, you had no idea. But, you took him up on the offer of leaving the room and you made your way to the brightest but dreariest kitchen you've ever seen in your life. The wallpaper was ripping off the walls and dishes were piled into the sink as if their intended use were to sit and collect dust. Sitting down on one of the dining chairs, you place your head in your hands and take deep breaths as you try to steady yourself. What was wrong with you? Why did you feel so sick all of a sudden?

"I think I might've left them on the fourth floor." You heard the familiar voice resounding from behind you. Moon-jo knelt down beside you, placing his hands onto yours and removing them from your face. His expression was one of genuine worry and you felt bad for him for having to deal with you when you were like this. He offered you a slight smile as he tried to read your expression; his fingers brushing away at the hair that had fallen into your face. "Are you alright?"

"I guess I'm just claustrophobic or something. I'm sorry, I'm not usually like this it's just that this place-"

"-Feels like a cage." He said, completing your sentence. His gaze turned into a dark one but you had no idea why he was so bothered by the thought. It was reassuring to hear that he felt the same way about Eden Residence that you did.

"Yeah," you said, "something like that."

...

Walking up towards the fourth floor, you were relieved to catch your breath and to breathe in the night sky. The ascent to the floor above meant climbing one flight of stairs and trying not to step on any broken glass. This place that Moon-jo lived in made you nervous for him as it didn't seem all that safe. You wondered if the rest of the tenets were a bit strange.

The big heavy door to the women's area of the building looked even older than everything else. There were charred marks on the door (you didn't know what from) and the way it was tucked neatly into the corner all by itself shrouded it in an eerie darkness. The sign was chipping away and soon enough any evidence of there ever being any humanity living behind the door would be gone forever, like dust in the wind.

"Why were you on the women's floor?" You asked, slightly accusatory. You and Moon-jo had only been together for two weeks, but you still felt hurt to know that he could be around other people that sparked his interest.

"I was working." He said, revealing a hallway even darker than the one from downstairs. "I have a side hustle of..... sorts."

Walking into the room, the sensation of being trapped filled your senses once again. The walls had the same charred marks as the doorway and the floor was scuffed and dirty. "What happened in here?" You asked, noticing how it looked as though someone had set the place aflame.

"It burned down shortly after Eden Residence was built," Moon-jo held your hand, walking towards the end of the hallway slowly, "Everyone died except for the old lady's cat. Sometimes you can still hear it up here, moving about and scratching the walls."

The hallway ended and the two of you were in a room so isolated from the rest of the building that you felt a knot in your stomach. This was the type of nerve-wracking that people on Criminal Minds talk about before they're brutally murdered, and you finally understood now why Moon-jo had insisted that you stop at the Residence to grab his car keys. He was trying to get you alone and vulnerable and you didn't think it was for sexual related reasons.

You slowly stepped back from the middle of the room as Moon-jo grabbed something off one of the wooden planks on the floor. "Here they are. Would you look at that?" He said, turning to you with a wicked malicious grin. In his hands were the keys, pristine and clean as he liked the rest of his belongings. That's what drew him into you, the fact that you seemed so pure and innocent. Something he could make an absolute mess of. Dirty hands on a white towel. Satan holding a sacred dove. You were his most precious belonging.

"Moon-jo? I think I'm going to call it a night. I'm still not feeling all that well." You let out a slight whimper, trying to feel around for the door you just came through. Instead, your back hit the wall and you were met with Moon-jo's face just inches from your own. He wrapped his arms around you and forced you into his embrace, not caring whether or not you wanted to be touched at the moment. The truth was going to come out tonight and he knew you would take it well. You would have to take it well. And if you didn't, he would make sure you felt too threatened to leave him either way.

"You're not going anywhere, love." He pushed his nose into the crook of your neck and allowed for his face to rest there, listening to the rapid pace of your heartbeat and taking in the scent of your perfume. It was intoxicating to him knowing that your life belonged to him and he could end it at any moment. He could, but he wouldn't. He wouldn't ever lay a finger on you in the way he killed so many others. You were different. You spoke to his soul and made him feel something after years of searching for something to fill the empty space within his chest.

Your entire body froze as Moon-jo held you there, calmly breathing into your skin. You wanted to run away but you had no idea how you would be able to leave without him following you. He knew where you lived and you worked within the same office. Rejecting Moon-jo would be impossible.

Finally, he turned to look at you as he continued to hold you close to his chest. "I'm a killer, (Y/N). You were going to be my next target but I think I accidentally fell in love with you."

Your heart plummeted to your stomach. There's no way he was telling you the truth. This had to have been a lie, the antisocial doctor whom you had gotten to know was quiet and poised. A killer wasn't even an option in your mind as to what he could've occupied himself with outside of his work. And that's when it hit you: the dead bodies that had been found all over Gyeonggi-do with missing teeth.

To confirm your suspicion, you noticed a dentist's chair in the corner of the room, the white upholstery now stained with colors you did not want to familiarize yourself with. Next to it laid a table with various tools, all clean and polished.

"I kill them. And then I eat them after I take their teeth."

That's when you fainted.

...

Waking up in Moon-jo's room, you look up at the ceiling overhead. It was cracked and crumbling and visibly painted over layers and layers of ruin. The window closest to the top of the room let in just enough light that you were able to barely make out your surroundings...and the person who shared the bed with you.

Moon-jo looked so innocent while he slept. His head was resting on the bed (he had given you his pillow) and his hair was a mess as he nuzzled deeper into the sheets. His arms were around you still and you noticed how hard it was for you to move in his intense grasp. His face was completely calm and his skin glowed in the soft light above. You didn't know when you had passed out or how you had gotten into his bed, but you assumed he had taken you here after your vision went blurry. In other circumstances, you would have found him to be cute in the position he was in, but instead your stomach was filled with worry. What did he mean by killing? Why was he sparing you? What did he mean by loving you?

Even with the nervousness bubbling up inside of you, you still found yourself glued to your spot, not even because Moon-jo was holding onto you so tightly. You knew that you wouldn't have left even if he allowed it, so instead you nuzzled up closer to his chest which awoke him softly.

"You're awake?" He asked in a deep soft voice, holding you even tighter in case you decided to make a run for it. He seemed confused as to why you were still okay with being near him and why you hadn't tried to escape while he was vulnerable.

"Yeah." You said after a moment of silence.

Moon-jo noticed your slight distress and watched you conflict in your head the possibilities of loving him and leaving him. He watched your eyes and saw behind them that you were trying to keep your morals, noticing it became harder and harder as you leaned into his touch, giving into him completely.

"(Y/N), because I love you, I'm letting you leave if you decide not to be here anymore." He felt his chest tighten as the words left his mouth, knowing that he was being entirely honest with you and dishonest with himself. He didn't want you to leave his arms.

"Moon-jo, I'm not going to leave you." You said, looking up at him from the pillow. He looked beautiful in the soft light.

"Why not?" He asked, certain that you were going to make a run for it.

"Because I think I love you too much to do that."

#moonjo x reader #seo moonjo #strangers from hell #yandere fanfiction #hobisfavoritespritecan

[guardmesherlock-rowan]

January Prompt: Envelope p4.

For SherlockChallenge January's prompt

And now our other mystery solvers

Mycroft Holmes, Arthur Hastings, and Hercule Poirot under the cut

Mycroft Holmes

Mycroft searched their home until he found MC.  They were making little notes in their latest script.  After watching them for a moment he snuck up from behind and gently blew on their neck, smirking as they jumped slightly.

“Mycroft!”  They scolded with the cutest pout on their face as they turned to face him.

“Yes, my dear?” He sat down next to them and held out an envelope. “If you have a moment I would love to share these with you.”  Their expression quickly shifted to curiosity and moved closer to him.

Carefully he removed the papers from the envelope and grinned as he presented them to MC. Little childish doodles, and shaky words were written across the pages, but he didn’t have to wait long for their eyes to light up with recognition.  “But how?”

Mycroft’s grin only grew as he watched them read over the barely legible writing of their younger self.  “It’s really cute how you always wanted to be an actress.”  He picked up a page of her writing about being in the school play and how much she loved it, complete with a doodle of her on stage, or presumably a stage.  “I want to add these to your album so we can cherish this memory of your youth.”

“I still can’t believe you got these for me.”

He tenderly pushed their hair behind their ear and watched the soft expression on their face, warm as they relived those moments from years ago.  He could let them believe he got those pages only for them, as long as he could keep this moment, their expression, to himself.

Arthur Hastings

Arthur handed MC her bag back, but he couldn’t help the way he stared at the boys who had stopped them on their walk.  They were so excited to get her autograph. He didn’t blame them, but he was aware that they were on a little bit of a time crunch.  The way she smiled at them, it warmed his heart to see her interacting with her fans, but it still ached.

MC slipped their hand in his as they continued down the street.  “Sorry about that Arthur, let’s get-”

“MC!” Diana, her manager, called out to them.  The tall woman was grinning ear to ear, the grin seemed to only increase when she saw Arthur next to her. “Oh this is the perfect timing, I’m so glad I was able to catch you!  You would never believe this, but you know those offices the studio used to be out of a few years ago? Well, they were cleaning out the space for the new tenets and found a lot of old unanswered fan mail the show received! Including…” she held out the envelope, “tada!”

Arthur’s stomach twisted in recognition of the handwriting on the envelope, his handwriting.

MC seemed to realize it as well when she glanced up at him. She took the envelope from Diana, and turned it over, showing Arthur’s name and his old address from back then as the return recipient.

“It must be fate’s way of wanting to celebrate you two coming together by having this finally delivered to you! Open it,” Diana giggled and danced a little in place, “I cannot wait to hear what you wrote!”

Arthur quickly grabbed the envelope and held it behind his back, the heat on his cheeks warning him of how red he was turning.  “Maybe this was better off left unread.”

MC looked up at him with those big eyes of theirs that had Arthur feeling like he wanted to share it with them. “If it means that much to you…” They said understandingly, but Arthur could hear the disappointment. He closed his eyes and sighed.

“I’ll read it to you later, when we’re alone.”  He glanced at Diana to make sure she understood.

MC quickly grabbed onto his arm.  “Then it’s a date.”

Hercule Poirot

“Is this all of them?” Hercule started to sort the envelopes that had tumbled out of MC’s bag, placing them into neat little piles.

“All the ones I’ve found.” They sat down across from Hercule watching him as he observed the front of the envelopes before adding them to a category.

“So run me through the facts again, you found these in the dressing room?”

“Yes, well, not exactly. I was changing but there was a rip in the jacket and the head of wardrobe said there should be a jacket from a different production that should work, so we went to go grab it, and in the storage, there was an envelope on the ground and I was surprised to see my name on it.”

“I see,” Hercule flipped on envelope over, observing the front and back, before carefully pulling out the RSVP from the envelope and studied it. “From there you found the bag with the rest of these little envelopes?”

“Yes.” They nodded, nervously looking at the envelopes.

“And these look like your handwriting but you didn’t write these?”

“Yes.” Their shoulders slumped a little.

Hercule looked up from the envelope, turning his attention to them. “Hastings!” He called out.

“Yes?” The tall man with dark hair called from his room.

“If you would, get the kettle going, please. I do believe MC and I could use some tea.”  He looked over at them reassuringly. “Don’t fret, we will get to the bottom of these curious invitations.”

“But the party noted is for this weekend at my home.” They reached out for one of the envelopes and read over the RSVP, slightly shaking.

“Well, then may I suggest we look into what it takes to throw a party? Perhaps the person who set these invitations out will be in attendance.” He spoke confidently, bringing a smile to their face, while his gaze dropped to the envelope that had caught his attention earlier. The one with a newer stamp on it than the others.

#guard me sherlock #january prompt #Sherlockchallenge #Mycroft Holmes #Arthur Hastings #Hercule Poirot

[ktficworld]

London boy

Paring: Neil tenet x desi!reader

Summary: you were in a bad mood. And a poor blond was your victim.

Warnings: none

A/n: yelp, I'm going this. Neil with desi reader equals no traction. Anyway. If anyone wants to be tagged, let me know. Let's see if it's going to be funny outside of my head.

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@the-house-of-auditore-frye

To say you were in a shitty mood would be an understatement.

First your AC broke, then unannounced guest dropped like bomb, and then groceries ran out. Meaning you'd have to go to market in the middle of the June afternoon.

Oh and the heat.

Don't even talk about that. Sunny dearest was sucking up all your energy like someone drinking every drop of a very expensive drink.

God you hated summer

No it was not summer. It was the trailer of the hell that everyone was going to.

You didn't bring your scooty. Oh no, because you were pretty sure with this heat rain. You could probably make dosa on the seat. Which you didn't wanted to do to your backside. So a good walk it was.

You were so exhausted that you didn't even tried to bargain. Your mother was going to chew you out, you were sure of it.

You took the gorciers. And made your way back home. When a accented voice called from behind.

"Excuse me, miss."

Huh, when did mumbai boys started having british accent.

You turned around to see two very tall and very non- Indians. One was clearly white. With blonde hair and blue eyes. Like if someone wanted to give a example of a white man. He would fit right in. Another was a dark skinned man, black. You concluded.

After seeing them you had two questions.

First, how the fuck were they wearing suits while you were melting here?

Second, what the fuck were they even going here?

"Yes..."

"I'm neil." The blonde said.

Clothes wihitening neel?

Oh god! No you idiot it's a name. You mentally chastised yourself.

It wasn't helping that your brain was cooking something evil after listening his accent. British hmmm...

"Yes neil, how can I help you?" You said while grinning internally. You were going to pull something and he was going to be the target.

"I want to-" That was when the tubelight went off in your head.

"Want. What do you want? You already took everything." You said in a sickeningly innocent voice.

He stopped as if his train of thoughts have hit a dead end. And his face contorted in utter confusion. Same was the black guy.

Honestly you were having a hard time keeping a straight face.

"I'm sorry?"

"It's okay, at least someone said sorry."

Now, his gaze was just screaming "what the fuck lady."

You glanced at the black dude. You held your gaze for sometime with your innocent face. And you saw as realization dawned on him.

Now, he was trying hard not to laugh.

"Actually, we are looking for someone's address." The black man said. While the blonde was still processing.

"Who?" Knowing everyone in Mumbai was impossible. But you could take a shot.

"Priya."

"Oh! She's abroad, studying."

"What?!

"There are lakhs of priyas. You gotta be specific."

After he gave you some details. You figured out who he was talking about. Priya, nice and sweet lady. You have met her a few times. So you gave him her address. And he looked pleased with the information.

"Neil, let's go." He said as he put a hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, but-"

"We don't have time for this." He looked at you and said." Thank you."

"You're welcome." You said as he dragged Neil away. But you wanted to pull his leg one last time.

"HAVE A GOOD DAY, LONDON BOY." you shouted. It got his attention and also of some bystanders, but you didn't care about them.

His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. He looked like he just solved the baramunda triangular mystery.

You threw your head back and laughed till your lungs hurt and your eyes waterd.

Maybe he finally got the reference.

#neil tenet x reader #neil tenet #neil #robert #robbert pattinson x reader #robert pattinson #robert pattinson x y/n

[pinchraccoon]

FAITH: The Unholy Trinity Review

I played FAITH: The Unholy Trinity on stream recently, and I was very very satisfied with my experience.

Admittedly, I'm something of a wuss about horror media usually, but that didn't stop me this time. FAITH is a game in three chapters about a pastor by the name of John attempting to right previous wrongs and exorcise demons that have haunted him for a year since an incident in his first exorcism.

The very first thing that you'll notice upon booting up FAITH is the incredibly palpable style that it sticks to. In it's in-game visuals it's highly reminiscent of an Atari title, but with some modernizations to make it look Not Awful. Additionally, all dialogue has this uncanny text to speech applied to it, such that even your main character sounds horrifying, and adds to an inability to trust most things in the game. The third and final major point toward it's visual style that I feel is worth mentioning, and perhaps it's biggest claim to fame, is that of it's cutscenes. At multiple points in its run, FAITH will pull you into something of a first person point of view (although there is no hard rules saying that this has to be so) where what is being presented to you is seen in this really interesting, almost sketchy, pixel art style that clearly shows signs of being traced from real video references. The visual effect that these make is unparalleled in it's ability to unnerve, and it strikes at the uncanny valley effect that an encounter with a demon would likely bring to attention.

Provided are some notable examples of these cutscenes and their general style. These can occur at any time, and can be absolutely terrifying when the game wishes them to be.

I find that FAITH's visual elements serve to give a lot of this game's strength, and while the rest of the game is still quite good, it's apparent that the style contributes greatly to this games horror.

Regarding that, this game is fucking horrifying.

There are numerous instances in FAITH where I was legitimately in a state of terror regarding what was occuring, and the tension made by FAITH for the majority of it's run is thick enough to take a big, bloody bite out of.

Airdorf Games clearly understands the fundamental tenets of what makes good horror, and the Hitchcockian advice that has served to underpin the genre since visual horror's popularization. Everything that this game pulls in terms of scares this game absolutely earns, both because the actual imagery is somewhat scary in its presentation, as we've established in the section on it, but also in it's pacing. There are very few areas that don't have a really good scare to them, and I'm happy to report that the quality of the game, up to a certain point, remains very consistent.

Smaller things that I liked about FAITH, this game, when it does kill you, doesn't make a huge show of it, and it shows you your death screen and lets you get right back into it, which does serve to assist the combat elements present. FAITH is also quite funny sometimes! It's subject matter is inherently somewhat spooky, but it does have a goofier horror tone later on that calls back to roots of old horror schlock, as referenced in it's key art. Additionally, it contains nods to Yume Nikki, WD Gaster, and I'm Scared, and I love a game that recognizes history like that.

I only have a few complaints regarding this game. They are as follows:

Hitboxes feel janky and inconsistent, which one could argue adds to the horror, but in a boss fight you've been killed in 9 times to this point, it becomes frustrating.

Later portions of the game lose a lot of the horror, although in context they should absolutely be the part of the game that is the most horrific. This is largely due to the increased reliance on gameplay and combat in these sections as opposed to atmosphere as the game had done up to that point. It's not *bad* per se, but it's different in a way that doesn't immediately align with the clear objective of the game to that point

Occasionally the game becomes a little bit too "gamey." Which is odd to say, but there are some things that take me out of it and cut that tension that took so much to make, and when I'm cognizant that I'm playing a game and not being completely in it kinda makes me a little sad. This is a minor complaint however, as some of the puzzles are interesting and kinda fun, they even use this feeling of safeness at some points to really scare the shit out of you later on as well, so it's not all bad, just perhaps not to my taste.

Some puzzle design is needlessly obtuse, but sometimes they throw you a bone and give you means by which to bypass these (as well as boss fights) but with narrative consequences for them. I really love this idea, and this makes the game have a clear narrative arc FOR you that YOU make yourself. My run of FAITH might be completely different from your run of FAITH, and that's really cool!

I would implore you to play the game for yourself, as even if you watched my VOD of the game, you will get a completely different experience if you engage with it yourself.

Overall, I recommend that you should absolutely play FAITH: The Unholy Trinity. It's a lovely horror experience unlike much else. The best horror is Catholic, and this game is certainly a guilty pleasure.

If you'd like to watch my playthrough of the game, it's up on my YouTube, linked right below!

#faith: the unholy trinity #FAITH #vtuber #envtuber #vtuber uprising #game review #game reviews #indie vtuber #raccoon #twitch streamer #twitch #Youtube #Pinch Reviews

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

From Jacob to Federico and all the inbetweens-- what are some of your favorite headcanons ;)

Hii, TK!! Welcome, welcome to my humble ask box.

You bring a really good question, something that I actually needed to think about a little! If it's ok with you, I shall go with the characters that I love the most (and the one that I have an oc with, so it's familiar territory for me!).

Also, I have basically taken them from my own stories, I hope you don't mind.

Federico Auditore da Firenze

For Federico, one of my favourite headcanon is that, when he was a child, he used to use his eagle vision (and therefore his golden eyes) to prank Ezio and scare him! (He tried to do the same with Claudia, but Claudia was not impressed nor scared as Ezio. Infact, she threw him a book, and got him on the nose -and that's actually how Federico got his scar on the nose! 😂). Also, I headcanon that's a family thing, and Mario may or may not have done the same to Giovanni, back in the days (resulting in Giovanni punching him, because, in an flee or attack situation, Giovanni WILL ATTACK).

Arno Victor Dorian

For Arno, one of my own personal headcanon is that, after the events of Unity and Dead Kings, he rejoined the Assassins Brotherhood for good in order to honour his father's memory AND also, because he understood how dangerous the tenets were, when taken as absolute, to make sure that a situation like the one with Bellec would never present itself again. However, I headcanon that at some point, his father's watch stopped working, and that had sent Arno in a frenziness, because he was unable to repair it. Hearing that tick tock was more of comfort to him than he realized and this brought him to decide that he would find a way to fix it. So, because of this, whenever he had time to spare, he spent time learning, under the mastery of a clockmaker, how to fix the precious memento and how to maintain it in time, so that something like this wouldn't happen again. I also headcanon that he would teach his child how to preserve it, when he passed it on to them.

Jacob Frye

With Jacob, instead, after listening to the song "Jokes Jokes Jokes" sang by Paul Amos, I headcanon that he was actually very well versed in anything musical, and actually had a very good musical ear, something he had actually inherited from his mother Cecily.

I headcanon that, when he was younger, during the time he and Evie were still living with their Nana, he actually had the chance to start learning how to play the piano and actually enjoyed it more than he wanted anyone to know. He was truly enthusiastic about it and his Nana, much like she had done with her daughter years before, was the one that helped him approach the instrument. (Evie used to tease him a little, as siblings usually do, and that actually spurred him to play even better). However, the moment Ethan came back from India, he wasn't happy AT ALL to learn that his only son had been busy learning something useless as playing an instrument, instead of focusing on other activities that might have been more useful to Jacob, in relation to their future as Assassins, and therefore forbid him to actually continue learning. This would be one of the first reasons of discord between the two men. It would take Jacob years before he would approach a piano again, and sometimes, when no one is watching, would actually play a little bit the songs his Nana had taught him to.

so, there you have it! the headcanons I have for the three pixellated sweetlings! <3

thank you for your ask!

--Nemo

#Jacob Frye #Arno Dorian #Federico Auditore #Assassins Creed Syndicate #Assassins Creed Unity #Assassins Creed II #my headcanons #my writing #Nemo Babbles #Friends

[lonelywretchjervistetch]

My DC Cinematic Universe: Superman (Part III)

Chapter Three: American Gothic

We're gonna start this one by breaking into my idea for my movie, set to introduce a new Superman to a DC Cinematic Universe of my making. James Gunn, who's currently writing his Superman film, has been saying pretty ardently that this won't be an origin movie. And that's wise, in my opinion. We've had two Superman origin films, so why have a third in the docket. I think some of that should apply to the other members of the Trinity (Batman and Wonder Woman), but let's not get to far ahead of ourselves. In fact, I'll just say this: the origin story extent within the Trinity is gonna be on a three-part spectrum. Batman won't get any origin story stuff at all, Wonder Woman will get a LOT of origin story stuff (because I'll be changing some things significantly, compared to the Jenkins film), and Superman...well, he's in the middle. But OK, enough preamble; here's how this is kicking off.

Our film is going to take place mostly in Metropolis, from the jump. Because of that, there won't be much or any of the Kent Farm outside of brief scenes. In fact, the first time we see our Kents will be when they come to visit Clark in his Metropolis apartment. He'll have gotten a fairly new apartment, due to an improved status and salary at the Daily Planet, and that'll be an excuse for the Kents to visit their son (whom they're constantly worried about). I'll talk about what happens to the Kents over the course of this theoretical film as we go along, but just know for now that we'll be seeing them interact with Clark for the first time in Metropolis, not Smallville.

Since we're meeting the Kents now, let's talk about them right quick, one at a time, starting with...

Jonathan Kent: Farmer Until (Inevitable) Death

The Kents go WAY back to the Civil War, and are some of the first settlers of Kansas, according pervious DC Comics lore. Having settled the Smallville farm at least 100 years ago, they're the very definition of the American farmer. Because of this, Jonathan Kent is a dedicated farm-man, and has all the trappings of such. A traditionalist in some ways, and progressive in others, Jonathan believes in truth, justice, and the American way whole-heartedly, and his moral compass is a major influence on Clark's moral compass as an adult. It's pretty safe to say that ever Jonathan Kent is a hero to his adopted son, and I understand why. He was a good and loving father, who only wanted the best for his son, while also being aware that his son was meant for greater things.

But that said...Jonathan's characterization has danced around those points pretty considerably. In my opinion, the core tenets of Jonathan Kent are as follows:

He will do anything for his wife. Jonathan and Martha are one of the most loving and enduring couples in comic books, and their relationship is what Clark (and most other people) see as the ideal middle-aged/elderly couple. Jonathan takes his wedding vows as seriously as his life, and his love for his wife is still deeper than the ocean depths. It's sweet.

He will do anything for his son. Jonathan would be proud of Clark no matter what he did, but the fact that his son is a successful reporter and Superman makes him the proudest father that's ever lived. Only the fear of ruining his son's and Martha's life prevents him from shouting his son's secret from the mountaintops, just so the universe can love his son as much as he does. Oh, and one more thing: Clark is his son. Period.

His moral compass is as lawful good as you can get. You know how I said Clark would and should be aware that morality is in greyscale? Yeah, Jonathan believes in black-and-white, right vs. wrong, full stop. His moral compass is as monochromatic as it gets. Maybe that's him being old-fashioned; maybe it's him being isolated from larger populations...who knows? But to Jonathan Kent, right is right, and wrong is wrong. Period.

He has pretty severe heart problems. ...You'll see.

While I'd love to go into Jonathan's interesting comic book history, I'll save it for myself. However, if you're curious, my favorite Jonathan Kent story takes place mostly in Adventures of Superman #500 (1993), which happens in the fallout of The Death of Superman story, as well as being the first issue of the Reign of the Supermen story. It's also one of the few comics I physically own, and I treasure the SHIT out of it for various reasons. Anyway, check it out if you're curious! However, the first time you Jonathan in that issue, it hints as a recurring theme of his...and I'll get to that.

OK, so, Jonathan Kent adaptations real quick! Technically, Jonathan first appeared in Superman: The Movie, played by Golden Age superstar Glenn Ford. While he wasn't in the film for very long, the main thing he's remembered for is giving Clark advice about his role on Earth...and then dying of a massive heart attack immediately after that. This prompts a young Clark, eventually, into becoming the hero his dad dreamed he could be.

After this version of the character, DC rebooted its continuity in Crisis on Infinite Earths, bringing the Kents back to life in the universe's present day. Oh, uh...did I forget to mention that the Kents are fucking dead in the original comics? Yeah, we only met them in Superboy comics, which is...another story entirely. Anyway, after this, the Kent also appeared in media again. They were in Superboy and Lois and Clark, but the most famous incarnation of Jonathan Kent came in Smallville.

John Schneider's Jonathan Kent, to me and many, is THE Jonathan Kent. Still the family-oriented farmer, this Jonathan Kent comes with a few less years, a grudge against the Luthor family, and a massive anger issue. Still the supportive father, and still proud of Clark no matter what, he was a little more soap-opera-y than most versions, since...well, that's what Smallville was, to be honest. Financial issues, marital problems, etc. But still, he was a great father and a good man. So dedicated to his family was he, that he went to save his son from himself while Clark was being taken over by a supplanted Kryptonian version of himself (fucking...FUCKING DO NOT ASK), and made a deal with Jor-El in the process. This deal granted him power equivalent to Clark, because Smallville doesn't make sense. And in the process...it gave him heart problems. Time travel forward to episode 100 of the series and...yeah, Jonathan dies of a heart attack.

Seeing the pattern? Well, we haven't gotten to the dumbest example.

...Fuck you Man of Steel. This stupid-ass movies ruins Jonathan Kent. Played by a piece of cardboard given sentience by the Blue Fairy by accident, AKA Kevin Costner, This version of Jonathan wants to protect his son by sheltering him until the time is juuuuuuuust right for him to come out, like a fucking souffle. A Souperflee, if you goddamn will. Because of this, there is a point in this film when, while talking to his young son, he argues that maybe, just maybe, Clark should've let a SCHOOLBUS FULL OF CHILDREN DROWN, just to keep his secret. Yeah, Jonathan would NEVER suggest that. Absolutely not. And then, to top it all off, the man stops his son from saving him from a FUCKING TORNADO, and dies in a manner so unintentionally funny, it has a Know Your Meme page about it. #stopmyinvincibleson.

Well. In summary, Jonathan Kent is a farming man with strong morals and an intense devotion to family. And he always dies, or at the very least, almost dies. More of that later. For now, that's basically the summary. Now, let's talk about Mom.

Martha Kent: More Than a Farmer's Wife

Ever since Crisis on Infinite Earths, Martha Kent has been a part of Clark's life in the past and present. Like Jonathan, she loves her son and her husband endlessly. However, where Jonathan's morality is unbent by the world around her, Martha is traditionally a bit more practical. She's the grounding presence and the heart of the Kent household, as well as pretty much being the traditional stay-at-home mother character. Her core character traits, to me, are as follows:

Martha is a caring mother and wife. 'Nuff said.

...Shit. That actually might be it.

Yeah, unfortunately, Martha both does and doesn't get a lot of attention in the comics. I guess I could just say that Martha is compassionate and caring, for anybody who needs her help. She's taken in most people positively affiliated with the Superman mythos, especially Superboy (Conner Kent) and Krypto the Superdog, for starters. Other than that, though, you can play around with Martha a bit. And that's what the various adaptations have done with her.

Unfortunately, even though Martha's appeared in Superman: The Movie (played by Phyllis Thaxter), and Lois and Clark (played by K Callan), Martha hadn't had a lot of import in the mythos, outside of usually being the person who made Clark's iconic Superman suit. But then, Smallville came along with Annette O'Toole in the role, and this made the character WAY more dynamic. Now from high society Metropolis originally, she became a college-educated working mom, who started the series by managing the financial details of the farm. By the time the series ended, a widowed Martha Kent had been a United States Senator, a leading member of the covert-ops government agency Checkmate, and had remarried Perry White! Martha Kent is, in my opinion, one of the most underrated characters Smallville ever produced. And even though she was able to do ALL of those things, she never dipped into Mary Sue territory. She was just always...honestly, she was just always a good mom.

And honestly, so is MAARTHAAAA...sorry, Diane Lane as the character in the Snyderverse films. Infamous in name specifically, Martha "WHYDIDYOUSAYTHATNAME" Kent remained on the farm, and is an independent woman who loves her son, while recognizing his importance. Not entirely my Martha Kent, but definitely not a bad version of the character. Better than Jonathan, anyway.

With all of that said, Martha is sort-of an open book as these characters go. My version will be the caring mom who grounds Jonathan and Clark in reality, while allowing and inspiring them to reach for the stars. Also, she'll be involved in town matters, taking the politics angle from Smallville a bit more proactively.

And now, with THAT said...

My Jonathan and Martha Kent

As I said before, in my theoretical film, the Kents won't interact physically with Clark until they get to Metropolis. We'll see the farm itself, possibly while Clark and the Kents are on the phone with each other, talking about their upcoming visit, but the Kents will visit Clark in his new apartment, both alive and well. They'll also serve as a part of Clark's personal journey of discovery in this film, because they represent his earthly origins. See, we'll find out early on that while Clark does know a bit about Krypton and his origins, he's almost entirely in the dark about much of his past. There's no Fortress of Solitude, no communication from the dead, not even the names of his parents. So, a visit from the only parents he knows is welcomed.

But then, while the Kents are in Metropolis, the main villains of the piece strike. These villains, whose names will remain unsaid until later posts, have a weapon that SUperman has never seen before: Kryptonite. And yes, I know that Kryptonite has its own over-usage, but we'll get to that later. But Kryptonite, in this case, is meant to be a symbol of a piece of home that Clark doesn't know about or understand. Somebody else understands it, and has armed out villains with it. After a big climactic fight, Clark's going to be in recovery, cared for by his parents. While in recovery, Martha will give Clark an early homecoming present. They'd found it in his old room recently, and had forgotten about it. Said item is a crystal-laden necklace, which was the only thing he had on him as an infant in the ship. And when the now-adult and injured Clark makes contact with it, the device activates and creates an electronic pulse that rattles the apartment and shuts down all electronics. And detecting a comatose Clark, it also beams a message into his own mind.

And with that...it's time to talk about Krypton. Hoo boy.

Index: Superman

Part I: Why I Love Superman

Part II: On Lois Lane

Part III: The Kents

Part IV: The 'Rents

Part V: The...Frendts?

Part VI: Lex Luthor

Part VII: The Real Villains

Part VIII: Superman's Rogues Gallery

Part IX: The Story - Act One

Part X: The Story (Acts Two and Three)

Part XI: The Story - Climax

Part XII: Epilogue (Part One)

Part XIII: Epilogue (Part Two)

#dc comics #dc headcanon #dc universe #dc movies #james gunn #superman #clark kent #ma and pa kent #jonathan and martha kent #the kents #john schneider #annette o'toole #smallville #jonathan kent #martha kent #character essay #headcanon #headcanon post #dc cinematic universe

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

Continued from here for @rxdhairxdsirxns​-

It was something simple. A promise, to himself and to everyone around him. He had known she had questions for him, of him, about him, voiced or otherwise, and he had though, in his ‘wisdom’, to share that little declaration of his, that simple tenet of his being, the words that had guided him from youth until this moment.

He hadn’t counted on her pulling the impossible, the unlikely, the unreasonable once again - just as she had when she sought him out, just as she had when she found him whilst in the throes of her own timely urges, just as she had when she found him when their dreams had glimpsed each other’s pain.

He reached out to answer, to console her, and stopped- eyes frozen in sudden, painful, horrible realization, mouth open with unspoken words turned to ash on his tongue, hand grasping but ultimately unable to do anything more than curl back in on itself, retracting with debilitating slowness.

You never let go, you’re not supposed to, part of him would have said. You pass it on once another comes to carry the torch, another tried to say. You let it quench itself in your hand, the embers and ashes to be used in turn, the rest of him might have tried to claim.

But now, instead, a far younger, bitter and tremulous voice spoke in his mind, as pricks of moisture seared into his vision unbidden...

When does it end, then? Have I really learned nothing, after all this time? ...or is this, too, just another Forest, another endless nightmare that I’ve never realized I was stuck in until now?

Again, he tried to speak, but right in front of her, with all the painful gravity of a collapsing ice shelf, the years seemed to fall away from the seemingly gentle giant - letting the tired, eternally scared and scarred child she had glimpsed in her dreams to peek out at her through his eyes, pleading with her.

And then, the only sounds he could make were the soft, shuddering sounds of a grown man trying not to completely break down crying, as he instinctively drew her in close in his arms desperately, hot tears seeping into her shoulder and hair as the questions she’d asked of him burned.

#ic #rxdhairxdsirxns #...I am always gently and Wonderfully surprised whenever Taryn here triggers SOMETHING in Hriob out of the blue #Even when its painful as all hell IC #the lovely crimson beast #your own personal typhon

[wanderedaway]

5 & 11 😊

I promise, I haven't forgotten about these! 🥺 I finally had some free time to answer.

5. How many wips do you have? What fandoms/pairings are they for?

Too many. 🥲 I'll tell you about the ones I have some framework for. Lots of scenes written, just to get them out of my brain, but the plots keep changing. I like to do character driven stuff. I'll imagine myself working on parts of me I know are a problem and apply them my OC's. I just want them to eventually be happy. And the characters they interact with, too.

Bullet Train, leaning towards OFC again because I've given her codenames now, which is like pretty much naming her. We'll see. I still need to play with it a bit. For now, OFC x Tangerine. I even had most of 3 to 4 chapters written until 💩 hit the fan. I would love to finish it one day. But I have all sorts of ideas of interactions between her and Tangerine, her and Lemon (best of friends, I love what I have planned for them), and then of course, the three of them together, I feel like make quite the dynamic. I'm pretty sure this will be a fix it fic, set after the events of the movie.

TENET, OFC x Neil (though I'm heavily debating writing as a reader insert. Not sure what to go with yet and it doesn't help that half the stuff I have written is in my OC's POV and the other half in reader's POV. 😅) So maybe a wee bit about what I'm working on: Nina, if I go through with it, gets recruited into TENET and she learns how to open up a bit more after living most of her life emotionally closed off. All she's known is Mahir, her closest friend, kind of a brother to her. Throw Neil into the mix and he helps Nina learn to trust people again. Definite fix it fic, because . . . . you know why.

Star Trek (Alternate Original Series, you know with Chris Pine), OFC x Chekov. Anna Pike, daughter of Cristopher Pike, wants to show that she's capable. Prove to her father that she's worthy of his praise and attention, but while she does eventually gets her dad to see that, she learns she doesn't need it from him or anyone from the help of the crew of the USS Enterprise. There are some neat friendships there, too.

Mission Impossible . . . No pairings, except maybe hints of Ethan and Ilsa. OFC, Elizabeth "Lizzie" Lane. Low key, black widow vibes in the sense that she was taken from her biological family and raised by Solomon Lane to be part of his secret project. I plan to do like movie tie in type of fic, while also spinning it a little bit. Lizzie was supposed to be raised in Solomon Lane's image and be quite a dangerous operative, but Lizzie starts to think for herself when she meets Benjamin Dunn. He wants to help her out of her situation.

The Batman . . . F!Reader x Bruce Wayne/Batman. Pretty sure I could safely write that one as a reader fic. I have scenes for it, but not much plot for it. I have this vision of reader helping Bruce and Alfred making the suit. And then some angsty stuff because it's Bruce.

The Falcon and The Winter Soldier, OFC x Bucky. Louise, still a little unsure what her place is in the MCU, I've been playing with it for awhile and just kinda hit a stop. Pretty much follows the events of the show.

There's a splash or two of found family in all of these because of reasons. 🥲 Hands down, my fave trope.

11. Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?

Oh, honey, how I wish I could just write stuff in order, but my brain is like nope.

When my brain is nice to me, I can get some things down, but that is a rarity. 🥲

send me a fanfic ask?

#ask games #thank you yanna! 💕

[dougjounes]

IMAX RANT

I understand the elitist tone of saying moviee should be watched in theatres, but I genuinely do think movies should be watched in theatres. I saw some people getting mad at Villeneuve's comments about IMAX, and my first reaction is yeah they do kinda suck but I don't think he's wrong. There is something about a massive screen, a group viewing and "supposedly" perfectly calibrated sound/picture that is actually really important. If the first time I watched 2001 was outside of an IMAX theatre I don't think I would or could have appreciated it nearly as much. When I saw Blade Runner 2049 on opening night in a packed theatre and the credits rolled there was an eerie silence and for two minutes before anyone dared to move. Tenet is genuinely the only movie to make me scared of a gun going off. These are all experiences I don't think you can get at home without having the money or space for a decent sound system and a BIG 4K tv, and how many people want or can have either of those things.

Nobody can afford to see every movie in theatres, and not every movie will be playing in a local cinema once it stops it's intial run and this is where I side more with the descenters. IMAX is big and square. Most tvs are niether of those things. Not to go on a back in my day tirade but I remember when you bought a blu-ray and the aspect ratio would change to try or completely fit the whole IMAX picture into the release, but since the streaming takeover they've given up. Most home releases keep a consistent aspect ratio for the whole runtime. I think maybe it confused the average movie goer and I get that, but in the streaming era people buying physical copies want the closest thing to a "true" experience as they can at home. Not even providing an option means these movies are largely incomplete unless you have the means to see it during its intial run at one of the few IMAX screens in the world.

Yes IMAX video on regular TV's look weird but when you start repeating the cycle of PAN and SCAN VHS then we have a bigger problem. There are better examples of how much you lose not seeing some of these movies in IMAX especially DUNE, and that I think is what's unexcusable. The best and the only are two separate things. Disney has started to put out IMAX cuts onto DISNEY+ but completely ommit them from the dvd releases. Your mom or your dad might not think they care but when you lose so much of the frame and context they might actually relize that they do actually like it when they see the full thing. That's irrelevant though because you just don't have that option, even if you spend thousands of dollars to get as close as you can at home you will never be able to because of some studio bullshit.

That's the goal though. They don't want you owning it. Even after you buy your 4K collector's edition, they want you running back to the theatres for the release because you being the savy film enthusiast know that's the only way to actually watch the full movie. They don't want your one purchase, it's not enough, it's never enough. History repeats itself. First VHS and now this, do I think we will ever have studio concede? I don't know, it's possible but not for decades. All the media people consume is wide not square, TV's got wider to accommodate the content. Projectors aren't really an issue if you have a home theater the screen can grow and shrink. We have had rolling TV's for awhile, maybe that's what's next. TV's that roll up to accommodate square IMAX movies and roll back for eveything else but some wacky tech like that isn't something people are going to even start to want until half the movies coming out are filmed in IMAX. Even then most movies and tv that's coming out is mixed for 5.1 by default and it's been that way for a long time even on streaming but I will bet most people listen to it on something that is stereo or mono.

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Hard to pardon: why Tenet's muffled dialogue is a very modern problem

Christopher Nolan’s latest blockbuster is already infamous for its barely audible exchanges. As sound technology advances, why are films getting harder to hear?

Ralph Jones - Thu 3 Sep 2020

There is a wonderful exchange in Christopher Nolan’s latest film, Tenet, between Robert Pattinson and John David Washington. “Hngmmhmmh,” says Pattinson. “Mmghh nmmhhmmmm nghhh,” replies Washington. Marvellous.

This is how much of Tenet sounded to viewers in cinemas. The film’s dialogue has been criticised by reviewers and audience members for often being impossible to make out. Given how hard Nolan’s blockbuster would be to understand even if all the dialogue was crystal-clear, it is curious that the director has made it doubly difficult to hear the story of a screenplay he supposedly spent five years writing.

But it isn’t just Nolan’s films. It’s a much-repeated claim that movie dialogue is becoming harder and harder to hear. What is going on?

Mathew Price is a production sound mixer who has worked on The Sopranos and The Marvellous Mrs Maisel. “When they take the sound we record on set and kind of undermix it, it feels like, ‘What did we try so hard for?’” he says. Price believes the problem is partly that modern directors have so many more tracks to play with, causing “track overload”, the result being that “the dialogue gets short shrift a lot of the time”. When he watches films or TV shows at home, he turns on the subtitles in case of clarity issues – he is far from the only one – and will limit the TV’s dynamic range.(In cinemas the dynamic range – the range between the loudest and quietest sounds – is wider than on home TV screens, and, although the sound is compressed in the transition to TV, the range can still be so wide that you are forced to turn up the volume for dialogue, then down again for action.) Is it actually a modern phenomenon? Sound engineer Ron Bochar, who was nominated for an Oscar for his mixing on Moneyball, thinks so. “Think about it: the first few Star Wars [films], we heard them all. We heard all the lines. Listen to Apocalypse Now – you hear everything.” Price agrees: “If you watch old movies, you might hear some sound effects here and there but now they go nuts: somebody’s walking across the room in a leather jacket, you hear the zippers clink and the creak of the leather and every footstep is right in your face.”

When television became commonplace in the mid-20th century and challenged cinema’s dominion, cinema needed to distinguish itself; it needed to prove that it could justify people leaving the comfort of their homes. It did so partly by becoming bigger and louder. In an era – and a pandemic – in which home streaming dominates, cinema may be forced to pull out the stops once more. “I think we’re bombarded,” Paul Markey, a projectionist at the Irish Film Institute, says of modern films. “The more expensive movies have got, the more of a bombardment they become on your senses.”

For Bochar, the priority is dialogue. Working with other editors, his job is to layer a film with multiple levels of sound. As he adds layers he has to make sure he can still hear the words. “The first thing I do is create a solid dialogue track, and then everything else has to come up to it and not exceed it,” he says. “Somebody wrote the words and actors are saying those lines, so there’s got to be some priority.” He doesn’t know any re-recording artist who would deliberately obscure a story point.

Sound effects and music tracks exist on faders that can slide up and down. This means that even “a crazy, batshit scene” with numerous layers of sound is easy for a mixer to control. “It really isn’t a mystery. We know how to do it.” This means that Nolan’s use of noisier Imax cameras in Tenet would not explain the problem, as some have suggested.

To complicate matters, there is a disparity between the environment in which the director hears the final mix of a film and the one in which it is screened. Markey says Warren Beatty watched a screening of Bonnie and Clyde when it came out and couldn’t understand why the sound of the bullets was so quiet. The projectionist was turning the volume down. Beatty realised that projectionists, not directors, have final say on a film. Markey says that they could, for example, raise the volume of the dialogue specifically, but they never do – it would mean having to readjust it for every film.

As with most problems, every department assumes that another department is to blame. Although many viewers claim that films are getting louder, Bochar says that the opposite is the problem: “All of us in the industry will tell you point-blank that generally every single cinema is playing it lower than it should be.” A studio’s reference level tends to be around 85 decibels, or 7 on the Dolby scale, he says. But cinemas will often play the film at 4 (around 75 decibels). The Irish Film Institute has been playing Tenet at 4, Markey says, because 6 was “ridiculously loud” when tested. Cinemas will not necessarily play a film at the recommended level of 7 if they feel it is too loud.

In Nolan’s case, Price and Bochar are confident that the director does it intentionally. In a 2019 Reddit AMA, sound designer Richard King – who has worked with Nolan on seven films, including Tenet – said: “He wants to grab the audience by the lapels and pull them toward the screen, and not allow the watching of his films to be a passive experience.”

It’s hard to imagine that Nolan is unaware of the criticism. Price suspects the director wants to make the audience work harder to understand the dialogue; he thinks Nolan believes this will make the film a more immersive, engaging experience. But, Price says, “I think he is the only one in the world who believes that.”

https://www.theguardian.com/film/2020/sep/03/tenet-dialogue-christopher-nolan-sound-technology?utm_source=pocket-ff-recs

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