My friends and I have been playing Masks of Nyarlathotep and I was absolutely inspired to draw some 1920s investigators. I'm very fond of this squad and I love how well we've all gelled as a group.
l-r Perry Astor, Sergeant Pranit Singh Dhillon, Dr Leonard Winston, Françoise Pelletier and Edith Collins.
what she means: why is Dorian Gray never played by people with blond hair? why is Dorian always depicted as all pale and dark? oscar literally describes his hair as gold like two seconds after we meet him. directors apparently feel like they have to make Dorian look dark dangerous and brooding, but he's not supposed to look dark and dangerous and brooding. That's the whole point. No one ever suspects him because he looks like an innocent little cherub with golden curls and rosy cheeks. His physical appearance is described with terms that Western literary tradition, during the nineteenth century in particular, associated with goodness and godliness, and this is intentionally juxtaposed with the blackness of his soul. If you intentionally play him as someone who looks like a Byronic hero, much of the symbolism of his character is lost, right?
we were the liminal kids. alive before the internet, just long enough we remember when things really were different.
when i work in preschools, the hand signal kids make for phone is a flat palm, their fingers like brackets. i still make the pinky-and-thumb octave stretch when i "pick up" to respond to them.
the symbol to save a file is a floppy disc. the other day while cleaning out my parents' house, i found a collection of over a hundred CDs, my mom's handwriting on each of them. first day of kindergarten. playlist for beach trip '94. i don't have a device that can play any of these anymore - none of my electronics are compatible. there are pieces of my childhood buried under these, and i cannot access them. but they do exist, which feels special.
my siblings and i recently spent hours digitizing our family's photos as a present for my mom's birthday. there's a year where the pictures just. stop. cameras on phones got to be too good. it didn't make sense to keep getting them developed. and there are a quite a few years that are lost to us. when we were younger, mementos were lost to floods. and again, while i was in middle school, google drive wasn't "a thing". somewhere out there, there are lost memories on dead laptops. which is to say - i lost it to the flood twice, kind of.
when i teach undergrad, i always feel kind of slapped-in-the-face. they're over 18, and they don't remember a classroom without laptops. i remember when my school put in the first smartboard, and how it was a huge privilege. i used the word walkman once, and had to explain myself. we are only separated by a decade. it feels like we are separated by so much more than that.
and something about ... being half-in half-out of the world after. it marks you. i don't know why. but "real adults" see us as lost children, even though many of us are old enough to have a mortgage. my little sister grew up with more access to the internet than i did - and she's only got 4 years of difference. i know how to write cursive, and i actually think it's good practice for kids to learn too - it helps their motor development. but i also know they have to be able to touch-type way faster than was ever required from me.
in between, i guess. i still like to hand-write most things, even though typing is way faster and more accessible for me. i still wear a pj shirt from when i was like 18. i don't really understand how to operate my parents' smart tv. the other day when i got seriously injured, i used hey siri to call my brother. but if you asked me - honestly, i prefer calling to texting. a life in anachronisms. in being a little out-of-phase. never quite in synchronicity.
generally I think people on here just wildly overestimate fandom's general pull on the world. I see so many posts that claim fandom has ruined society's general ability to understand media and guys, this is a niche hobby. the vast majority of people, even the majority of online youth, have never read a fanfiction. you only think fanfiction is that influential if you're constantly on The Fandom Website.
Additional gift for @malewife-darkling - I did a little sketch of poor Fedyor having been captured by the Fjerdans.
Of course, the fic is titled from Sweater Weather (Inside this place is warm, outside it starts to pour) because I'm nothing if not predictable. I spent so long researching hypothermia that I needed to represent that somehow.
Aaaaand it's finally here (somewhat late but shh). My contribution to the @fivanevents Secret Santa fic exchange. I was so excited to get @malewife-darkling as my giftee. Given how much we've talked about our love for a quality amount of hurt/comfort.
Also as the person who's turned me on to the joy of the trans!Fedyor headcanon. Which has been charming to talk about. I know this is in my grand tradition of Christmas fic gifts that are decidedly un-festive. But I don't care.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Grisha Trilogy - Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ivan/Fedyor Kaminsky
Characters: Ivan (The Grisha Trilogy), Fedyor Kaminsky,
Summary: A patrol along the northern border goes horribly wrong and Fedyor is captured by the Fjerdans. While he suffers their tortures, it is up to Ivan to mount a rescue and bring him back to safety.
This is my Secret Santa Gift to ill_ratte who requested:
Fedyor gets kidnapped/captured and Ivan carves a bloody path to find him. Bad things happen to Fedyor while kidnapped and Ivan has to take care of him in the aftermath.