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homicidal-slvt · 3 months

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"Seeing Is Believing"

MDNI

John 'Soap' Mactavish x F!Reader

Dialogue Prompts: 31 & 35 & 25

Warnings: Reader Gets Cheated On (Not By Soap), Friends to Lovers, Hurt + Comfort

It wasn't out of the ordinary for you to end up sat alone at the bar, your so-called boyfriend leaving you by yourself... Said he had to take a call. You didn't question it much, simply raising your glass back up to your lips.

He hasn't even bothered to remember your favorite drink or ask what you wanted, simply ordering for you then disappearing in a flash. Your face scrunches at the unsatisfactory aftertaste this particular drink leaves in its wake, setting the glass back down you begin to wonder what's taking him so long. Slowly you rise to your feet and make your way out to where he went, your heart drops in an instant...

He's wrapped in the arms of some random redhead, a girl you've seen a few times before... Always reassured that she was simply a colleague and that was all, yet here they were making out. You couldn't even speak- couldn't confront them. You felt sick.

Feet quickly carry you away from the bustling environment, leaving the sounds of drunken rambling and yells far behind, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. He had driven you here and there's no way you can walk all the way home in the dark by yourself, simply stopping and catching your breath outside a little store that's closed for the night.

You dig into your purse retrieving your phone, swiftly dialing the only person you know you can count on, shoving down the urge to cry... Not wanting to fall apart despite the burning in your chest.

Johnny immediately picked up when he saw your name flash across his screen, clicking answer he was about to enthusiastically respond- then he heard your voice.

"Johnny..."

"Aye, what's wrong? Ye sound upset."

"Just... Can you come and get me? I'll explain later... I'm outside the little store called Owl Flower Shop..."

"Already on my way."

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Even on the whole ride home he didn't ask any questions, he allowed you the space to speak when you were ready. It made his heart ache seeing that far off look in your eyes, the way you fidgeted even after entering his home. This place honestly was simply your second home at this point, many nights spent on your best friends couch watching movies.

"He cheated on me..."

You finally blurted out after Johnny returned from the kitchen with a glass of water for you, his blue eyes widen immediately.... It's like an instant fire was set in his chest.

"He bloody what?!"

You accept the glass of water, settling back against the cushions.

"Saw him kissing some other girl... Actually kissing is an understatement- they were trying to eat each other whole."

He doesn't hesitate to settle in beside you, arm draped over your shoulders to guide you closer to him. He's heated with rage but he holds it in- mostly. Focusing on comforting you instead, letting you sink into him and breathe in the familiar scent of oak, something a bit woodsy almost.

"Ye deserve so much more..."

He means it- the sincerity of it could make you melt, Scottish accent and rumbling voice reaching down to your soul. He rubs at your shoulder and you can feel a slight tenseness in him.

"You're angry."

It's just an observation- despite his best attempt at keeping calm, his mannerisms spoke absolute volumes... Plus, you've known him long enough to know that this probably had him boiling up inside.

"Aye, dinnae worry about it."

Your eyes search his face and you know Johnny well, despite your own heartbreak you try to lighten the mood, watching the way he sets his jaw and clenches a bit... So, you crack a joke that given the circumstances probably isn't the most appropriate- but when have either of you ever had good timing?

"You're so hot when you're mad."

You have to set your glass down on the coffee table after saying it, watching as the scotsman looks at you with a beyond stunned expression. You nervously swallow.

"I was just-"

"Ye think so?"

You can't help but squirm under the gaze of him, perhaps it wasn't entirely a joke after all.

"Uhh... Yeah."

"Well, I think yer a bonnie lass."

There's something heavy settling between the two of you, an awkward little laugh slipping past your lips in the face of being so very close to your dear friend.

"Yeah, right."

"Aye, I mean it."

You just can't bring yourself to look away, something setting ablaze inside you. Part of you screaming that it's wrong to look at your friend like this, especially after everything that's happened. The other part just going 'screw it'.

"Say it again..."

"Bonnie..."

He practically purrs out the word while leaning in close, something in him calling out for him to prove it to you, show you how much better you deserve. How wonderful you are inside out. He's always seen you as beautiful, flaws and all pulling him in yet he never dared to rock the boat... Now it's already been tipped over and you're both cast out to sea, desperately seeking out each other.

In a split second decision your hands reach up for his face, pulling him into a tender kiss finally feeling his lips on yours, his own flavor meeting your tongue and entirely erasing the aftertaste of that horrible drink from earlier.

Consumed by him entirely... If you had told your past self you'd end up in the arms of your handsome Scottish best friend- you wouldn't of believed yourself... Seeing Is Believing after all.

{For @glitterypirateduck Soap It Up challenge}

{If I got any Scottish lingo wrong please let me know. The idea of being called a Bonnie lass gives me butterflies.}

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ivymarquis · 3 months

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Steel Magnolia

Ch 1| I don't mix business and pleasure

Pairing| Soap x Honey Rating| Eventual Smut Word Count| 1.4k Content/Warnings| The author is an American attempting to write a Scottish accent (I'm still dialing it in, RIP. If any of my readers are Scottish and wanna beta hmu lmao). Honey is one of those Reader/OC hybrid characters where it is established she is a southern American, plus sized nurse who is on the shorter side but has no other physical descriptors and should read as POC friendly (if I miss something, lemme know!) I have been wanting to write this for a hot minute and always was going to have the dialogue "I'm going to marry her", so seeing @glitterypirateduck have "I'm going to marry you" as one of the prompt options for Soap It Up pretty much solidified that I needed to have my first chapter for Steel Magnolia line up for the challenge!

This chapter is SFW but I am an MDNI account

Soap has an ever mounting suspicion that these blood drives are just an excuse to give the baby nurses more practice sticking people.

Like many in the military, he doesn’t consider himself a hard stick. All the time in the gym paired with a routine schedule on base, he and many other soldiers typically get nurses drooling over his veins like the weird little vampires that they are.

Lucky him- he’s got one of the FNGs, a skittish mess who seems terrified if he looks at her too long even though she’s the one with the damn 17g needle and he’s the one that’s got to sit there and take it.

A group of soldiers on the way out had been bitching and moaning about how the charge nurse was a raging cunt, and given how those soldiers were Americans, that has a bit more teeth to it than coming from someone more local.

He’s not entirely positive which one of the nurses is the alleged fire breathing dragon, but it’s fairly obvious which are the more senior nurses. Which only further reinforces his suspicions about being used as a pin cushion.

Soap’s a model patient as she scrubs his arm with the antiseptic. Even though he’s had worse happen in the line of duty, he still isn’t a fan of having a needle shoved into his arm.

He sits like a statue as she ties the tourniquet around his arm. Takes a sharp inhale and lets it out as she goes to stick him.

There’s no flashback, and the needle bites.

Fucking great.

He and the FNG both stare at the butterfly like the flashback will magically appear, Soap flexing his fingers in an attempt to alleviate the discomfort in his arm despite the logical part of his brain knowing that’s not how it works.

What the hell.

“‘S supposed to be stinging like that, nurse?” He asks, really as a prompt to make her do something to reposition the needle. He’s mindful of his tone.

The FNG blanches, like his words have dragged her back to the world of the living. She pulls the needle back before advancing forward again.

Nothing, again, but the bite from the needle stings even worse this time and he doesn’t totally manage to stifle the pained hiss that escapes.

Her nerves seem totally shot at this point, like she’s bracing for Soap to snap at her before turning in search of one of the more experienced nurses (which, in his defense, Soap does not believe he’s done anything to warrant that response). “Honey? Can I borrow you for a second?”

The nurse in question turns her head at the sound of her name and suddenly Soap is not at all concerned about the sting in his arm.

He can’t help that he’s got a type and it’s impossible to miss how she checks all the boxes appearance wise. He’s always been a sucker for a pretty face and a wide ass; given that Honey had been facing away from them, he’s got an excellent view of both when she reacts to her name being called. What can he say? He’s always had a soft spot for big soft girls

As she strides towards Soap and the FNG, he can tell by the look on her face that she’s already trying to judge the situation.

Maybe this is the nurse that got the American soldiers riled up (perhaps they had riled her up by snapping at the skittish FNG- all conjecture, but seems plausible enough to him). She’s more than welcome to give Soap that sharp eyed, cutting expression whenever.

Christ he hasn’t even said a word to her and he’s already got it bad.

“What’s up?” Honey asks and Soap thinks he hears a southern drawl but the two words aren’t entirely enough to confirm that theory. Definitely American though.

“His vein keeps rolling and I can’t get it. I don’t want to go fishing, can you get it?”

“Well I can always try,” she answers before reaching up for the station behind them for sanitizer and gloves. Definitely southern.

“Scooch,” she kindly instructs the FNG before stepping into her place beside Soap.

He knows he’s staring (there’s also a part of him keyed in to the fact that Ghost is watching from the next chair over) and he needs to act like a normal fucking person.

“I’m Honey, I’m one of the nurses. Let’s see if we can’t get this needle where it’s supposed to be, hm?” She introduces herself before feeling on his arm, the FNG hovering over her.

“Sounds like a plan tae me, bonnie,” Soap says, deciding immediately that he could happily listen to her talk for hours.

Her attention shifts to the FNG, and given how she’s got a hold of the wings of the needle he decides to let her work in peace.

“See how I've got these fingers placed like this? You wanna make sure you’ve got it anchored good so it doesn’t roll on ya,” she instructs while positioning herself.

“Then we’ll just pull back and adjust the angle real quick and-“ To her credit, he can barely feel the needle moving as she slides the bevel right where it's supposed to be, “there. Good flashback. Check it and hook him up.”

Clearly she managed to get the needle placed as his blood damn near shoots down the tubing when they let up on the twist to check it.

“Alrighty then,” she pauses, eyes flicking to where his name is on the screen before reading it out, “Sergeant MacTavish, you are ready to roll.”

He decides immediately he likes hearing her say his name and wants to hear it again.

“My friends call me Soap,” he informs her, sensing she’s likely going to wander off and wanting to continue the conversation.

The snort that escapes her is adorable. “How on earth did you end up with that as a nickname?”

It’s a question he often gets when he introduces himself. Soap is such a funny name and it’s all fun and games until he tells people “It’s cause Ah clean house.”

Of course, he’s learned to be very deliberate in how he announces that tidbit, and he’s mindful of it now. Gotta be careful when pointing out that he’s good at eliminating an obstacle. Usually giving his best smile and a disproportionately bright tone helps deflect from the implication of his answer.

Her expression quickly morphs to one of fair enough, although he’s still not quite ready to end the conversation and prompts her to keep talking.

“Assumin’ Honey’s not yer government name, how’d ye get that for a nickname?”

One of her eyebrows quirks up, and Soap finds himself holding his breath as she’s obviously assessing him. But he knows he’s a good looking fellow so naturally assumes she’s impressed with what she sees.

“Depends who you ask,” she answers cryptically. “Some will tell you it’s because I'm so sweet when the mood strikes,” Steaming Jesus he really could listen to her drawl for hours “and others will tell you it’s short for honeybadger. Depends on how I’m feeling, really.”

Welp, that’s it. He’s officially in love.

The FNG has him hooked and going as his blood drains, although Soap’s attention remains solely on Honey.

“What time does yer shift end?” He’s always dived head first for what he wants- and he is completely unashamed of how much he wants her despite not knowing she existed 15 minutes ago.

In an instant the pleasant not-quite-flirty tone disappears as her face slips into a more neutral expression, and Soap can feel the rejection coming before she opens her mouth and he just wants to know why when she was fine bantering with him a moment ago.

“Sorry soldier boy, I don’t mix business and pleasure.” She states simply before standing to leave.

Well isn’t this a shit situation for him. Given he’s tethered by the needle in his arm, it’s not like he has much choice but to watch her leave (although- if he’s being completely honest it’s not like he’s really complaining about getting to watch those hips move as she walks).

It’s not even like he’s an admit, for fuck’s sake, but Soap also isn’t a feral animal who’s going to yell across the room to get a pretty girl’s attention. He’ll get an opportunity to make his case.

“Oof, shut down,” Gaz ribs from one side, with Ghost incredulously chiming in with a “Whomp whomp,” at how Honey had so firmly brushed him off.

“Oh please. A’m going tae marry her.” Soap asserts wistfully.

“I’m no expert in women, Johnny,” Ghost starts and Soap just knows he’s not going to like what comes next, “but I’m pretty sure you need to get her to agree to drinks first.”

“Fair enough, LT.”

Age in bio/pinned or I will block you ♡

#Soapitup #john soap mactavish #John soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #x chubby reader #x fat reader #cod x reader #soap x honey #honey(badger)#my writing

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x-reader-theater · 6 months

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Hey hey hey!!! So you want more asks then, be not afraid dear author, here I am once again.

Today I am not feeling the angst, might i interest you in a Soap x italian!male reader, where they are obviously enamored with each other but they are both hot headed so every interaction they have is a screaming match in gaelic and italian.

I don't really know where i was going with this prompt but i hope you can find it interesting! Keep up the good work!!

pairing: John "Soap" MacTavish x Male!Reader

word count: 338

warnings: He/Him pronouns are not used, but it is heavily implied the reader is male. Also there's talk about having sex but the story ends before anything explicit happens.

a/n: i am so sorry this isn't be best. i don't know if this is what you wanted, but this is what you're gonna get. also, i don't know scottish or italian accents well enough to really write out their dialects in dialogue, so I apologize for my half assed attempt. also i used google translate so that's why the italian and gealic are bad. i hope you still like it though. my requests are open and you can find my request rules here.

“You are too fucking reckless!” you scream at Soap as the two of you storm out of the Helo. “You have a real fucking problem with authority!”

“I doon have a problem with authority when they doon treat me like a fuckin’ child!” Soap yells back. You try to speed up to lock him out of the showers, but he keeps up on your heels, always so much faster than you. “Tha thu cho feargach, tha mi dìreach airson do dhùnadh suas!”

“Sì? Vuoi farmi tacere? Come? Utilizzerai la tua stessa bocca per farlo?” you mutter back, and you swear you hear Soap’s steps stutter, before he’s back to his overly confident self.

“Is dòcha nach cleachd mi mo bheul, ach rudeigin eile,” Soap says, and now it’s your turn to stumble.

Luckily, you’re at the door to the showers, and so you stumble through the door. Luckily, you and Soap got back late enough, there’s no one else in the showers as you move to your lockers. You both undress in silence, stuffing your dirty fatigues into your locker and grabbing clean ones.

“La tua bocca è troppo bella per dire cose così sporche,” you whisper close to Soap’s ear, before walking towards the showers.

You get yours turned on when you’re slammed into the wall, a familiar body pressed against yours, already aroused. He spins you around, and Soap kisses you, hard, bruising, all teeth.

“I’ve wanted to do this all fuckin’ mission,” Soap growls into your mouth.

You slap his ass loudly, the sound not hidden by the spray of the ice-cold water on the dirty tile, though your words are. “Guess you’re not as impulsive as I thought you were.” Soap kisses you again, just as hard, and you say in between breaths, “Se non mi scopi adesso, giuro su Dio, non ricambierò mai più il favore.”

Soap chuckles and spins you around, pinning you to the wall again, and he whispers in your ear, “Ge bith dè a chanas tu, a ghràidh.”

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littlewestern · 1 year

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WHY

did no one tell me writing duncans lines would be so hard

im already bad at spelling and now im trying to write in a scottish accent

Writing Duncan's dialogue can feel daunting, but he's one of the most rewarding characters to get right. When well-written, his lines can be some of the funniest in a piece. Don't be afraid to watch the episodes he's in multiple times, if that's what it takes to get his voice down.

A few tips I find helpful when writing Duncan: "Plain" is the watchword!

Plain speakin'. He's never going to imply anything or attempt to hide his intentions. It's partially why he complains so much. He sees a problem, he wants people to be aware of it!

Plain vocabulary. Don't use a ten-dollar word when a 50 cent one will do. His background is that of a factory engine, and the way he speaks should reflect that.

Don't fret too much over the accent. Get the dialogue written first and then go back and edit off the hard 'g's from the end of words ("speaking" into "speakin'", etc.). For the most part, though, if your dialogue sounds like something Duncan would say, people will read it in the accent without you having to do much. Occasionally I like to use some actual Scots spellings for key words ("maybe" into "mibbe") but that's the kind of mustard that should only be used sparingly.

Duncan is a treat to write and a joy to read when he's written well! I wish you the best of luck!

#tl;dr: for Duncan's dialogue remember the ABC's:#Always Be Complaining #transmissions from the little western #asks #anonymous #ttte duncan #duncan #ttte

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kraptos · 1 year

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❤️🦈🧪

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

i still really like kratos panicking and thinking about calliope while arguing with AOS at the beginning of chapter 7, but for this ask i'm going to go with kratos fixing little atreus's bedhead before he meets AOS for the first time in chapter 3:

”I’m ready. Can I meet him now?”

For a long moment, Kratos considered him, then smoothed his hand over his head in an attempt to calm his hair.

it's just too cute ;-;

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

oh god, mimir. mimir hands down. idk how to make someone sound scottish, but i try my best. i also try not to let my fear of writing his dialogue cut down on his screen time. i anticipated him being hard to write and there was a brief moment before i started writing agapē where i considered somehow killing him off or having freya's magic wear off so i wouldn't have to write him 💀 but then i realized i was a Coward and he's essential to their family unit. i am SO GLAD i didn't do that now lol i love writing about his gold lil eyes too much

i've been thinkin about writing a series of drabbles so i can shove AOS into ragnarök, and i think brok is going to claim the crown of being the hardest to write tbh

🧪 Do you research for your fics?

sort of!! i do pretty extensive research into canon so everything is as streamlined and as canon-compliant/accurate as i can make it. when it comes to history... meh. for agapē, i just read a couple random articles about the agōgē and greek clothing i found on the first page of google and went "i think i can just wing it from here" LOL

#ask #the-shy-artisan #ty for the ask paige!!#outing myself as not rlly being into lore/history... im here for the character interaction babey!!!#ask meme

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shield-maiden-of-sherwood · 2 years

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You know a piece of dialogue is good when it even pulls at even the author's heart strings. It was some random dialogue for a scene I thought of while showering. May need to tweak it later but just UGH! 😭

Pulling him aside, Eva frowns. "Listen Leiv..." She begins but he holds up a hand.

"I know."

Her eyes search his as her brows furrow. "You know?"

He nods. "I know you're coming to break things off between us."

Eva averts her gaze as she feels the tears threatening to form.

"I'm so sorry...it was never my intention to lead you on."

"I know."

"How did you know?" She risks meeting his gaze. Her heart aches as he gives her a sad smile.

"I knew it the moment Robin arrived just by the way you looked at him. Even in your anger, even if you tried to deny it to yourself, there was love there." He says, glancing at Robin in the distance as he spoke to Much. "Even during our brief time together, you never once.looked at me the way you looked at him. It was the same same way you used to look at William."

Tears prickled behind her eyes and he smiles. "I knew I could never compete with that."

Ignore any spelling/grammar mistakes. It's part of a draft.

For context:

Eva - Assassin whose husband was killed in front of her. Her husband promised to tell her all about his secret past in his homeland (Scotland) but was killed before he got the chance. She's on a mission to uncover her husband's past while building an army to get revenge on her former assassin leader who hired the bandits that killed her husband.

William - Eva's late husband and former assassin. He was a Scottish nobleman/knight who was wrongfully accused and run out of Scotland years before he became an assassin. He wanted to leave the assassins to start a new.life with his wife,Eva, and asked for permission from the leader. In reply, the leader hired the bandits to ambush the assassins on their way home from a mission and William is killed.

Leiv - A northman pirate (Viking) who is an old friend of William and his family. During a raiding party when he was a teenager, alongside his brothers Rollo and Ragnar, he gets lost and captured. William and his siblings convince their father to not kill him and they become close over the years until William is able to help Leiv get back home to Kattegat in Norway. Years later while trying to sneak on a ship after a successful mission, William and Eva are attracted and Leiv and William are reunited. Over the years a strong friendship grew between the 3 of them and Leiv secretly developed a crush on Eva.

Robin - Robin Hood. After a failed attempt to avenger her husband's death, Eva returns to the Sanctuary to lick her wounds and mentor her newest protege, Isaac. During a return mission, they get recognized from their wanted poster and brought before King John where he offers her a deal - her freedom and resources to avenge her husband in exchange for killing Robin Hood

In case anybody thinks this sounds interesting, there are two books so far. Find them here:

Betrayal (book 1) & Vengeance (book 2)

#fanfic writing #fanfiction #robin hood bbc fanfic #skyrim #vikings #Robin Hood BBC x Vikings #crossover #i am a writer

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indigobackfire · 3 years

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Phoenix Lazar Nobleworth Silverwood

Below is a lengthy history of his parents, their involvement with dragons, and how he lost them.

Ps: I tried adding some Scottish dialect in the dialogue, but I'm not the best at it considering all I have as reference is my love for James McAvoy and Outlander. Forgive me in advance for any atrocities lol. Also, diverging from canon especially in relation to Veela powers and physical descriptions.

Phoenix's father, Emilian, was sorted into Gryffindor and with pride, he was a Gryffindor by the book, adventurous, brave, often reckless, fun, with a strong sense of protection over his friends, someone who valued courage and honor.

Emilian didn't know how he and Palmer Silverwood - Slytherin, pureblood, much more popular than him, and one of the best duelists in their year - became friends, he also didn't know how Palmer found an about to hatch dragon egg in the forbidden forest, or how he even got into the forbidden forest to begin with, but being who he was, Emilian wasn't much surprised.

The biggest surprise was that Palmer even knew who he was.

Emilian takes a peek into Palmer's robes where the egg is hidden. "So? You're the dragon laddie, Nobleworth."

"Yeah, it's a dragon egg. Common Welsh Green this one." He looks up. "And is that what people call me?"

"Are ye really surprised? You talk about them all the time, yer the best in Care of Magical Creatures, and ye have a dragon painted at the back of yer bloody robes."

"Only fair. McGonagall hates it."

Palmer laughs. "Will ye help me?"

"Aye. But what ye want me to do?"

"I dinna ken. I just don't want the wee dragon to die. The poor creature wasn't warm when I found it so it's probably motherless. I mean... they fire up their eggs, don't they?"

Emilian smiles. "You're not as unknowledgeable as you think, Silverwood. Let's go somewhere more private."

In the humid and dusty air of the artifact room, they hide. "Hand me the egg."

Palmer hands him the egg delicately as if the creature inside it wasn't one that could eat them both in a bite when grown. And for a moment Palmer wonders what he'll do, but Emilian just stands there holding the egg. And as he's about to question him, he sees Emilian's fingers get bright red.

"Mate? What's wrong with yer hands?"

Emilian snickers. "I have a secret, can you keep it?" Palmer nods eyes fixated on the egg whose cracks were very slowly growing. "I'm half Veela and whilst I can't throw balls of fire from my hands... I can heat it up to... oven temperature."

"Oven temperature?"

Emilian smirks. "Ah dinnae have exact numbers, but if ye want to give a touch."

Palmer looks at his hands again. "Nae. They're as bright as molten glass, lad."

Emilian raises his eyebrows. "Oh, I felt it move."

"Ooohh, it's gonna set this tiny room on fire."

"Let me hide it this time. I ken a place we can go. The person ye should've gone to in the first place."

Palmer widens his eyes. "Kettleburn, nae."

"Silverwood, ye cannae keep the dragon. It'll set you on fire before completing one year."

Palmer puffs as they walk out of the artifact room. "If the dragon enthusiast dinnae want to keep a real dragon, why would I?"

"A dragon lover is the same as a bee lover. You can appreciate the honey, the lovely stripes, but if ye hold it in yer hand, it'll sting you. Dragons were made to live outside, flying, spitting fire. A wee dragon is cute, but once is grown..."

"Yer a curious lad, Nobleworth." Emilian gives an awkward half smile. "I like you."

Their friendship was as unexpected to them as it was for the bystanders, but one that sustained for their last two years in Hogwarts - including Palmer's girlfriend, Clarin, an uptight but curious Ravenclaw, who despite her best instincts followed behind on the boys' adventures.

When Emilian announced he would be leaving England for the Dragon Sanctuary in Romania a couple of years later, as much as Palmer and Clarin expected that to happen, it still came with the bittersweetness of watching one of their best friends go.

Years go by, but still, their bond sustains time and distance. Every opportunity they had, the SIlverwoods would travel to Romania to visit their friend who in a lighting in a bottle chance found himself a wife of "his kind".

Full Veela, Antonia Lazar, practically raised herself as her father left her mother, a temperamental full Veela woman, to deal with Tonia herself, a task she delegated to her equally careless family members, closely involved with the Dragon Sanctuary in times the place was still informally managed.

When Emilian meets her, barely wearing rags over her body, barefoot on the grass, pearl blonde hair unruly, looking as if she was raised by wild house elves, he couldn't help his heart hammering in his chest. Female Veela beauty wasn't something he was unused to, considering his mother and aunts were ones as well, but when Antonia was before him he thought of himself before a goddess.

Emilian tries not to spill the water in the heavy buckets while Antonia doesn't seem to be struggling at all. He wouldn't have a need to even carry them if he hadn't forgotten his wand, but at least he got to be alone with her.

"Why is it that ye dinnae like us?"

"You English think you run the place just because you read about dragons in a book, think you know more than us who grew with hundreds of them." She shoots him firey eyes. "Know when I first rode a dragon? I was five years old!"

"I never say I doubted yer capacities. And I'm not English, I'm Scottish." She glares at him again. "I'm kidding."

"Don't get me angry, you won't like it me angry. Trust me."

"I would actually. I wonder what color yer feathers would be."

"I'm sorry?"

"I ken a Veela when I see one. Especially cause I'm half one."

Her expression soothes a little. She puts the bucket down and grips his hand. "Go, do your magic."

While his hand goes as hot as they can, his eyes slowly change hues to match her, never breaking eye contact. "It's nice touching a girl who doesn't mind a more... ardent touch."

She gives a small smile. "You're pathetic."

"I'd love to fly on a dragon's back with someone who understands about them. I promise I'm not here to mock or doubt you. I love those creatures more than anyone I know."

She lets go of his hand and with a smirk picks up the bucket. "Well, now you know me."

Their relationship quickly becomes stronger as they spend day after day together. The work at the Sanctuary is as rewarding as it is tiring, so at the end of long days, they would sit together and exchange stories, her of her buckwild childhood and him of his years in Hogwarts. In each other's company that they find an air of normality and peace.

After recognizing and accepting her strong feelings for Emilian - something hard considering how men had treated her before, seeking what she had to offer them more than considering her needs - and finding out he felt the same for the longest time, they decided to marry, her seeing in him a sense of stability for the first time in her life.

It doesn't take long until Antonia is pregnant with their first child, and in the pool of genes and possibilities, their first-born boy is a full Veela like his mother, something uncommon for boys. Not considering what would be 'formal' or well accepted, Antonia decides to name him Phoenix for encompassing what being a Veela means to her, a bird of elegance and fire and perseverance.

And as if it was pre-destined, just a couple months prior, Clarin and Palmer had given birth to a girl of name just as uncommon, little Indigo Silverwood, who is but three months old when they come to Romania to meet little Phoenix.

To this day, the Silverwoods wonder if their timing was the best or worst it could've been.

As in the same week they came to visit, an attack happens with the intent of capturing as many dragons as they could from the reserve, something that had happened times before but this time much better planned and heavily armed with the best wizards they could get.

They start picking up their wands in haste while seeking the fire protection potion they had brewed specially for this trip back at home. "What do they need dragons for? Can't they breed their own." Clarin asks.

"Is not like is legal or easy to do so." Antonia has her eyes soaked with tears. "They don't care about the creatures, they want money. Oh, they use their blood to make spot removers. Oven cleaners! How can you take a marvelous creature and turn it into such a pathetic thing? Then they use their hearts in you wizards stupid wands and their skin into gloves!"

"Somebody must have heard about the new Chinese Fireball," Emilian says, "People seek the gold in their horns and eggs, but if you pull them out, they die."

"Not to mention the baby Romanians. Put your goddamn boots on already, Emilian!"

"What 'bout the bairns?" Palmer asks anxiously.

"There's no time. They probably ain't getting all the way up here, but in all cases." Emilian grabs the potion from Clarin's hands turning over Jacob's and baby Indigo's mouth, knowing the fire wouldn't do harm to Phoenix. He places something in Jacob's little hand. "Jacob, if any mean person comes trying to hurt ye, throw this at their feet and run. Alright?" Jacob nods, eyes wide with fear and excitement of a five-year-old.

"What is it?" Palmer asks.

"A vial of Peruvian's Vipertooth venom, extremely deadly and volatile. Don't ask me why I have it."

Palmer looks at Jacob. "Stay quiet and protect the babies, right, love?"

Antonia kisses Phoenix on the forehead one last time then turns to the others. "Let's go, please!"

And if they knew, she would've held him a little longer, Emilian would've stopped time for a couple of seconds to look at their boy for a lingering moment more. But they didn't and time never reversed.

They weren't the only lives lost, but side by side they fought and won and lost and lost and lost. They managed to protect all but two of the dragons at the end, blood of dark wizards - and innocent ones - soaked the grounds. Dragons loose on the sky overhead, blood spilt from both sides, burnt buildings, scars that would never heal, the body of a friend devoided of life, a mother of dragons and children never to wake up again, children crying in a cabin kilometers away.

When Antonia's mother refused to watch over her own grandson, Clarin felt as if it was her own son the woman refused and it was that soon the decision to keep him came. She was still breastfeeding and no ordinary family would know how to raise him right, at least that's what both her and Palmer told themselves. Emilian's parents, both devastated by the news of their son's death were quick to agree with the Silverwoods' proposal.

And it's like this that Phoenix and Indigo are practically raised as twins, still young when he notices he doesn't look like the rest of them - a pale and blonde boy in a family of tanned brunettes - not only for his looks but by the fact that sinking his hand into a pot of boiling water doesn't hurt or the fact his anger makes his body react differently from the others or that people got mesmerized by his looks enough to do whatever he asked them to.

But the Silverwoods learn the painful way that raising a Veela child is not easy work. Not only easily irritable but also dangerous when transformed, not much to others while still young, but to himself due to painful and harmful transformation, taking hours until he could retain his human form. Meditating and thought exercises became pivotal from an early age. As not make their treatment towards him different from Indigo, they become tougher with both, demanding an altruistic, patient, and empathetic behavior from both.

This leads Phoenix to grown into a level-headed, sweet and compassionate boy who eventually got sorted into Hufflepuff without the sorting hat having to consider long.

As much as he wishes he had grown with his biological parents, he's grateful to have grown in the family he did and doesn't consider himself any less part of it, he loves his siblings dearly and considers and reslects his parents as if it was from their blood and cells he was made of.

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This is my attempt at a concise history of Phoenix, mostly his parents who I dream of drawing someday. I'll make something in the future for his romantic life as it is its own ride. I ship him with Ismelda and boy oh boy I have some to say about that.

If you wanna more info on Phoenix, I made him an OC profile :)

#mi artita #phoenix nobleworth #fanfic?#oc backstory #hufflepuff #dragons are in it too #an attempt at scottish sounding dialogue #i cant draw clothes for sht #or poses #or hair #help #hphm #hogwarts mystery

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I may be wrong, but why do clones have to sound exactly like Jango in terms of accent? Don't get me wrong I'm not defending anything, I'm just don't really get why clones should sound exactly like Jango when they are not pure Jango like Boba or Omega. Speech is influenced by environment and a lot of things, not just genetic. Jango and clones have different conditions for the formation of speech and other things. The clones grew up around Kaminoans and other bounty hunters, not just Jango. Cutup sometimes took on Obi-Wan's accent for example. Kamino is isolated planet and clones heard a lot of voices and a lot of accents that could affect them. They could not compare it with Jango experience who know his people and how they should sounds. If you hear from childhood a different speech than the one to which culture or country you belong and you live in different place than where you belongs, you will sound different. Yes, in terms of appearance, they really could look more like Temuera and we have lost that, but speech is a mobile thing and it could changes. So even if clones are clones they could sounds different because they grow up in different conditions than Jango. Sorry if I'm sounds weird x)

so you do say some correct things here, but not as they apply to the argument I/we're making

Yeah, they're going to be using different speech! And their environment does affect what they say--in which case, it's the job of the writers to take that into account when they write the dialogue.

Now, sound is something else. No, they won't sound exactly like Jango, but just like how DBB didn't make every clone sound the same as each other, Tem wouldn't have (or any other Māori VA wouldn't have). Puberty hits some folks harder than others. Some people might scream wrong and hurt their vocal chords. Maybe some like to whisper.

Regardless of who raised the clones and how isolated they were, it's clear that the clones sound the same in terms of accent 99% of the time--and Cutup having Obiwan's (do you mean Ewan? Cause Obiwan sounds like he speaks with a TV Queen's English accent) was really jarring to hear, so even if there is a sound in-universe explanation for it, it just didn't fit sound-wise and left me with more questions than were ever actually answered. Cutup doesn't even permanently speak with that accent, I think? He's the one who Bric punches, right? I don't think he had that Scottish accent then, but it's been a while since I saw the ep.

And then we have to be aware that voice quality (how smooth and deep Tem sounds compared to DBB) takes a back seat to actual accent (DBB doing Australian while Tem is using his ethno-regional accent). I myself am not from Aotearoa, but people who are have told me that Tem's accent is one that's specifically spoken by/linked to Māori. Having someone who's not Māori throw on an australian accent and say it's good enough is like having a nonBlack actor do the laziest impression possible of a regional Black American accent and say it works.

The quality of DBB's voice is one thing; the accent is another. When it comes to accents, nothing will ever be as good or appropriate as simply hiring someone who already naturally speaks like that. When it comes to attempted/mimicry of a nonwhite accent, it's never appropriate to hire a white person.

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G.I. Joe: Resolute Review

So, this is my first time watching a G.I. Joe film all the way through, folks, so expect both good points, brutal honesty, and a tad bit of biased thoughts. I’ll begin with what I enjoyed, what didn’t work, and what was absolutely wrong.

What Was Good - The Animation

I mean seriously, just look at this stuff (more under the cut).

The animation is drop-dead GORGEOUS, and the designs of the Joes are so faithful that it would make the MCU look like low budget cosplayers.

Heck, even Cobra’s redesigns were done with care!

It’s truly mouthwatering animation, with all the characters looking just fi -

......Okay Zartan looks like a bleached turd, but he’s the only character whose design I wish had been scrapped and redone. All in all, though, the animation is top notch, and I would dearly love to see more shows animated in such a style.

The Voice Acting

This one was honestly a bit of a mixed bag, and I’ll explain. Because the studio wanted to save on money, they only hired four voice actors: Steve Blum, Charlie Adler, Eric Bauza, and Grey Delisle. Due to this budget constraint, dialogue for multiple characters was cut and switched around, leaving us with silent cameos for numerous characters, including some who hardly got any time in the original cartoon.

cough Airborne cough cough

Now don’t get me wrong, I love hearing these guys in animation as much as the next fanboy, and they all managed to make their characters sound relatively distinct.

Relatively.

Charlie Adler, as always, gave a great many performances, and I had to double check to make sure he was the voice behind Gung-Ho in addition to Flint. Eric Bauza was similarly outstanding, and I am truly amazed that he pulled off such an authentic Scottish accent for Destro. But while they came off well, the performances of Steve Blum and Grey Delisle were...unfortunately lacking.

While their acting as Duke and Scarlett was excellent, their performances for the rest of their characters was spotty. Outside of the Baroness, Grey Delisle wasn’t very effective in differentiating her roles, and the Baroness only skates by because of the accent. Dial-Tone could have easily been mistaken for Scarlett, and Cover Girl sounded like Scarlett but with that missing Southern twang.

Steve Blum, while a superb actor who infuses his characters with his very being, is painfully recognizable. His Ripcord sounds like Duke but with his voice pitched to sound younger, while Zartan sounds more slithery and Australian, but trust me when I say the difference falls short once you hear Duke speaking literal seconds after Zartan makes his evil speech. That said, Blum’s Mississippi dialect was convincing - so much so that I mentally did a double take when I heard Roadblock speak for the first time. Bravo, sir.

What Didn’t Work - The Arashikage Subplot

Look, I love my American Ninja as much as anyone else, but with an already decent plot with Cobra’s Particle Cannon (don’t worry, Geno Saurer, you’re still the best), the story involving the famed ninjas was truly unnecessary. About fifteen minutes of the film is devoted to Snake Eyes and Storm Shadow’s feud, and while that precious time was better spent and more faithful than the Snake Eyes film, it was still a clear attempt at fanservice. Now I’m not finished with Storm Shadow yet, so expect more on that later.

Zartan’s Presence and Sudden Death

Seriously? You give the world renowned assassin who killed the freaking Hard Master less than five minutes of screen time and off him practically immediately? Without it being at the hand of Snake Eyes or Storm Shadow?

Really, Zartan’s presence was so last minute and left field. His role could’ve easily been handed off to Firefly, who got a silent cameo, and it would’ve worked better.

Cobra Commander’s Escape (image below is fan-made)

While I do appreciate how menacing CC is here, having him mysteriously evade death from a Particle Cannon aimed directly at him while trapped inside a super bunker was severely unfulfilling. If you’re gonna make him a complete monster, then have the decency to kill him off for real, people! Ugh....

What was Wrong - The Overhauling of Established Character Traits

inhales deeply

Alright, for those of you who don’t know, Storm Shadow was never as vile as they portrayed him in Resolute. In the original comics, Storm Shadow was training to be a ninja alongside Snake Eyes when Zartan, hired by Cobra Commander, killed the Hard Master using one of Storm Shadow’s arrows. Storm Shadow was thought to be the killer when he was seen escaping the scene, when in actuality he was attempting to hunt down the real murderer.

Framed for murder and seeing a nearby Cobra jet, Storm Shadow joined Cobra in order to find the real killer and clear his name. What Resolute gave us was an evil man with no honor and no sense of familial bonds - a very obvious step away from his previous portrayals, and an outright slap in the face to his traditional characterization.

Roadblock suffered too, though not nearly as much as poor Storm Shadow. Roadblock was originally conceived as a gentle soul who is a master chef and the overall most cheerful man on the team. Here, he’s far more serious and growly; now while I’m willing to chalk that up as a result of Cobra killing over ten million people, that does not excuse the frightening visual of Roadblock shooting Cobra soldiers while laughing like a maniac. I like Blood Knights, but there’s a reason they’re separate from the Gentle Giant trope, and I will not stand by and let people get away with exchanging two totally different archetypes and expecting the audience to be unbothered by it.

Introducing the Characters

If it weren’t for my previous knowledge of the franchise, I wouldn’t have had a clue as to who the characters were. The Joes aren’t subtly introduced like they were in Renegades - they’re just there, and it’s like the writers are expecting their viewers to be G.I. Joe fans specifically. When you tell a story with any previously established franchise, you have to make it work for all movie-goers/readers/etc, not dump it on them and expect people to figure it out on their own.

The Sour Tone

While a franchise featuring war shouldn’t be as juvenile as G.I. Joe: A Real American Hero occasionally was, the show made an impact because while it had serious moments and episodes (There’s No Place Like Springfield, anybody?), its characters weren’t stone-faced about their situation. They faced death on a daily basis, and it was their willingness to smile in its outraged face that made them memorable.

Because of this, the Joes were allowed to be approachable, so that when someone like Gung-Ho made a crack about Cobra troops, it made the characters endearing and taught the kids watching to stand up in the face of danger not with a Clint Eastwood glare, but with a smile and quip to show that they wouldn’t bend to the enemy’s whims. Resolute clearly tries to copy the war films of the early 2000′s, and it only serves to undermine what could’ve been a splendid movie.

Conclusion

Despite these flaws, G.I. Joe: Resolute is a good watch. It’s not the best, but it is far more considerate of its source material than its live-action counterparts. If you wish to watch something with G.I. Joe in its title, a low budget war film, or just something with good acting/animation, then I recommend Resolute. Until next time -

“YOOOOO, JOE!!!!”

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What’s your opinions about the uk tour cast/character choices vs the west end?

Hi anon! Sorry this is late coming, for some reason Tumblr didn’t send me this notification.

I’m gonna go through and try to hit the main characters, in no particular order.

Mole: I think Fra Fee is adorable, and I think he does a great job with the wide-eyed curiosity of Mole, but I do find that he plays the character with broader strokes, which makes the show feel a bit more like children’s theatre, and less like a family show. With that said, his version of “A Place to Come Back To” is STUNNING, and might actually surpass Craig Mather’s performance for me.

Ratty: Oh boy. Uh. I am not a fan of Thomas Howes’ Ratty. One of my absolute favorite things about the West End production is how Ratty becomes a bit more of an everyman, and I think that Simon Lipkin brings a tremendous warmth to the role. Take this with a grain of “I think Simon Lipkin is the best Ratty of all time,” with the POSSIBLE exception of Richard Briers (and Peter Sallis, but I don’t think he’s a fair comparison because he got MUCH more material to work with, since he played Ratty in the Cosgrove Hall series, and never technically played him in an adaptation of the book itself). Thomas Howes’ Ratty reminded me a LOT of Mark Gatiss’ Ratty in the 2006 film, and I’ve never been a fan of him in the role, although he does have his moments. I think Thomas Howes’ portrayal can be quite mean-spirited at times, and as interesting as it was to see the nods to “Wayfarers All” in the musical, there wasn’t much payoff, since Ratty never made an actual attempt to leave the Riverbank. Since his arc was less about his relationship with Toad in the tour, I felt like his story didn’t go anywhere much. The Andrew Gordon adaptation of The Wind in the Willows does a lovely job incorporating “Wayfarers All” into the story, and I would have LOVED a similar treatment here.

Toad: I actually slightly prefer Rufus Hound in the tour! I think he’s got just a bit more pathos, and he gets some really funny moments that got cut for the West End production (“short of murder,” as an example). I love him in both productions, but I do think he’s slightly better in the tour. Overall I don’t have a lot to say about him though, because the performances are similar.

Badger: David Birrell is a lovely Badger, but I’m typically not the biggest fan of making Badger Scottish, because I feel like it leans into…whatever was happening in the Disney version too much (and yes, I do blame the Disney version, because MacBadger is the earliest version of Scottish!Badger I’ve been able to find, and it’s SURPRISINGLY prevalent). I also just think Gary Wilmot was a really good Badger. HOWEVER, it makes me so sad that they changed Badger’s line in the end to “no one’s ever said that to me before” from him saying that it had been a “long time” since anyone had said that they loved him on the tour. It really expresses Badger’s solitude and (in my opinion) his closeness with, at the least, Toad’s father. So BIG points for that. Overall, I really enjoyed David Birrell’s performance! I do slightly prefer Gary Wilmot’s voice. However, having read a quote from David Birrell discussing the character, he has a really lovely handle on Badger.

Chief Weasel: Honestly, I think Neil McDermott KILLS this role in both productions. I do think he got to play around a bit more vocally in the tour, but honestly, aside from that, he’s equally good across the board.

Lesser Weasel: Dylan Mason was a good Lesser, but come on, I think it’s no secret that the fandom LOVES Joshua Gannon’s Lesser Weasel. He really brings the role to life.

Cheryl Stoat: She has so little dialogue, it’s hard to compare. Both actresses sound great!

Mrs. Otter: I think Sophia Nomvete technically has a slightly better voice, but I prefer Denise Welch’s characterization. In Sophia’s defense, though, I think the tour really mostly looked at Mrs. Otter as a genderswapped version of Otter from the book, whereas she’s more of a new character in her own right in the West End production. Otter in the book is more of a friend/peer of Ratty’s, and I think that shows through in the tour, on but the West End she was more of a mother figure.

Portia: Holly Willock’s voice is GORGEOUS, but I think her dialogue was a bit too understated. Emilie du Leslay’s Portia felt more childlike. Once again, this might be to do with Portia becoming more of her own character, rather than a gender-swapped version of Portly, who was a bit milder in temperament.

The Hedgehogs: James Gant and Jenna Boyd are both too consistently good to compare them to themselves, in my opinion. They are excellent both times.

I think that covers the main characters! But I reserve the right to add onto this tomorrow, after I’ve slept.

Thanks for the question!

#wind in the willows #witw #wind in the willows musical #witw musical #twitw

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Writing Tips Pt. 9 - Accents

Here's a more specific one that can really make or break a story: spoken accents.

You've probably all seen it happen in fiction. A character comes from a locale with a thick accent, and the author feels they have to represent it as faithfully as possible, leading to virtually incomprehensible dialogue.

"Ah dinnae ken what ta tell ye, lassie, but the wee scunner'll do ye dirty if ye don' take a firm hand ta him!"

"Sacre bleu, but zis is zimply unnacceptable! We cannot be having ze Rocheforts and ze Garniers zitting in ze zame room or zey will be tearing ze place apart!"

Absolutely awful attempts to render stereotypical accents aside, the above lines aren't very legible thanks to the deliberate mispellings in my attempt to convey sound. And for what gain? How easy is it to tell that the first is an attempt at Scottish, or the second at French?

Best to leave out the bulk of it. Use idioms, turns of phrase, or the general rhythm and structure of the words to convey the accent without leaning so heavily into sound changes. This way, you'll be less likely to shake your reader out of the story because they're too busy trying to puzzle out what someone is saying.

So let's try that again:

"I don't know what to tell you, lassie, but the wee scunner'll do you dirty if you don't take a firm hand to him!"

"Sacre bleu, but this is simply unacceptable! We cannot be having the Rocheforts and the Garniers sitting in the same room or they will be tearing the place apart!"

I left alone a few words that don't have a direct English replacement that keeps the same feel (lassie, wee scunner, sacre bleu), along with one phrase (do you dirty) and the general grammar structure of the second example, but all the stereotypical sounds have been removed. Much easier to read, and yet the general idea of the accent is still there.

By way of personal example, when I was younger, I wrote a story with a character with a very heavy accent that was supposed to be something...I don't know, thick American South?

"Mah name is Daphne. Ah'm a seer. Are ya deaf er somethin'? Ah s'pose ya nevah 'eard of da seers before? Waell, ya 'ave now. I must be 'least tree-undred years old er somethin'. Come in, Ah've been 'spectin' ya. Now, 'ave a seat. Right dere on dat box. Ah don't 'ave much in da furn'ture d'partment. Ya ain't from 'round here, are ya?”

An entire chapter with one character speaking like that. Oof. There were even points where she had to repeat herself and try to enunciate to make it clearer what she was saying to the other characters.

This is not good writing.

So here's an attempt to clean it up while keeping the idea of the accent.

"My name is Daphne. I'm a seer. Are you deaf or somethin'? I suppose you never heard of the seers before? Well, you have now. I must be least three hundred years old or somethin'. Come in, I've been expecting you. Now have a seat, right there on that box. I don't have much in the furniture department. You ain't from around here, are you?"

Much easier to read, and should still get the idea across.

Of course, you can ignore all of this if the incomprehensible accent is part of a joke.

#writing advice #writing resources #tips and advice #accents #bad accents #terrible accents #what even are these accents?#like seriously did no one ever tell 13-year-old me not to write like this?#alphabet salad

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Goof Week: Sports Goofy in SoccerMania: GoofTales Woo-oo! (Paid For for WeirdKev27)

Gorsh all you happy people and welcome back to Goof Week, my Weeklong Celebration of everyone’s favorite goofus.

And today we have a special treat, something nice and obscure but something that still has a vital place in Disney History. Welcome folks to Sports Goof in Soccermania!

So yesterday in my Goof Troop review I wished there had been another DuckTales episode with Goofy, you know maybe find out what happened to Peg, see Max and Roxanne again that sort of thing. Whelp SOMEONE must’ve hid a Monkey’s Paw around here somewhere because I got this special instead on comision. This is a VERY intresting little artifact as it came out only 4 months before DuckTales, was produced around the same time, and was written by Tad Stones, who would both go on to work on DuckTales and even more importantly create Darkwing Duck.

Not only that but it has some odd things attached to it: it’s the first major production starting Scrooge, as he had an educational short about him, the first animated appearance of the Beagle Boys and most important the FIRST time Russi Taylor would voice Huey, Dewey and Louie, something she’d do till her passing a few years ago. At the time of this article she has not been recast, though I personally vote for Cristina Valenzuela, who took over the role of Young Donald and frankly does such a good job with that voice I didn’t know if Russi had already recorded lines for Season 3 before her passing.

So what IS Sports Goofy in Soccermania you ask? It was a TV Special from 1987, again four months before DuckTales, that was later sold on VHS. My guess is Disney intended for this to become a regular thing like the Charlie Brown or Garfield specials, but my honest guess is with DuckTales MASSIVE success they wanted to put all the TV Animation resources into making more shows to go with it. The fact the special is essentailly a Scrooge story with Goofy in it and Scrooge and the Boys were now tied up in DuckTales probably helped the decision. So we only got one of these and i’m proud to share it for Goof Week. So join me under the cut to see what a Sports Goof is, what Scrooge sounds like without Alan Young or David Tennant andto see me refrence the film UHF because I likes it.

So we open with the titles which are neat and then open at the Money bin, we even get a great sign gag that looks like something Carl Barks would write.

So Scrooge greets his nephews the way he greets everybody.. with a canon to the face... though he backs of firing once he realizes it’s them. The boys ALL wear red this special so .. I guess Huey won and now rules all three bodies with an iron fist? So the Huey Hive Mind asks Scrooge for a donation, a standard Scrooge setup, ask the rich asshole for money, as their trying to help the local soccer program and they need a buck fiddy for a trophy.

Scrooge’s voice here.. is terrible. I do not like to bash voice actors, they are hard working talented people who do a lot of great stuff, often for less pay than they deserve, and this blog ALWAYS makes that painfully clear. And Will Ryan is not without talent: While he hasn’t done much i’m familiar with he did play Petrie in Land Before Time and was great in it. So while I don’t dislike him as a person.. he did an utterly DREADFUL Scrooge. He dosen’t really attempt to do a scottish accent despite the character still saying cannae at one point, and as for what accent he is going for...

His Scrooge just sounds like someone trying to do a “foreign” accent and failing. It just sounds weird and makes every bit of his dialouge aside from one a chore to sit through. And the dialouge isn’t bad dialouge, it’s a well written and animated Scrooge even with the lower budget than Ducktales, but the voice just ruins it for me. Even without Young and Tennant to compare it to this just blows and the fact it’s paired up with the iconic Russi Taylor voice for the triplets.

This being Scrooge he instead fishes a Trophy out of the bin that’s all banged up and dinky and shoos them out. So in natural Barksian fashion the trophy turns out to be worth a million dollars. So we get some reaction shots.. INCLUDING GRANDMA DUCK!

For DuckTales fans joining us who have ZERO idea who that is, since she sadly did not make it into the reboot and Frank did have ideas, Grandma Duck is Donald, Della and Gladstone’s grandma. She’s a sweet old country woman who lives on a farm and is in fact the one who sold him Kilmotor HIll, with her husband renaming it from Killmule hill. I like her a lot since she reminds me of my own grandma and like her she still works when she can. Donald’s cousin Gus loafs around and eats as her farmhand. As you can tell I like her a lot, agani because she reminds me of one of my grandmas so this was nice even if she was only around for 20 seconds of screentime.

This ends up in the paper and sends Scrooge through the roof, literally when he finds out.

Two notes before we move on: The bin has a unique really cool design , though I get why other productions haven’t used it: besides this one’s obscurity while cool it just looks a bit TOO nice for Scrooge. Even in 2017 while still damn cool looking it still looks practicle. This .. is not that.

This looks like MC Hammer built this. It still looks awesome bu tit’s just not Scrooge sadly.

The other is that his Butler is named Jeeves here, but looks almost exactly like Duckworth. Just feels weird is all.

Naturally the Beagle Boys happen upon the paper too and their leader, no name given has a plan: Enter legitmately and win the cup all legal like, which dosen’t sound like it lives up to the beagle code of no hones twork.... until he brings up theri going ot cheat their asses off.

Meanwhile Scrooge tries bribing the boys with a giant trophy at their house... with Donald oddly absent despite Anselmo having taken over for Nash by this point. I know he was still a bit rough at the roll, but come on. It’s just.. weird especailly for reasons i’ll get into soon.

So Scrooge agrees to sponsor the boys teams so he can get the trophy back square, and is forced to buy a knew ball and here we FINALLY get Goofy. I say finally because this special is 20 mintues long and it takes almost a fourth of it for him to arrive. It’s just weird for him to not be in it for so long. I mean I don’t want THIS

Flashbeagle didn’t take a fourth of the special to get to Flashbeagle. It did take longer than that to get to the title track but when your sitting on THIS

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You gotta use it JUST right. Goofy here is not played by Bill Farmer, which IS odd as he did start playing him that year, but my guess is they weren’t sure if they were going with Farmer or the actor who played him in this special, Tony Pope, so they were trying out both as whoever DID get the role would have it for life. Disney takes the casting of the sensational 7 VERY seriously, as evidenced by the fact most cast changes are caused by death and unlike with Tony and Donald it’s clear Colvig hadn’t picked a succesor. I can also see why it’s a hard choice: while farmer IS excellent and was the right man for the job, Pope is still excellent in the role, bringing the warmth and energy you’d expect from Goofy and having excellent comedic timing that’s vital to getting the dog man right. I can see why this was such a hard choice, even if I also see they went with Farmer: Farmer just has slightly more energy to the roll. It’s a small diffrence and something that dosen’t effect the special, but it is a KEY diffrence and the reason Bill’s THE goofy to me even over his original voice actor Pinto Colvig.

Also I may of mispoke there... see it’s not Goofy in this special it’s SPORTS Goofy. No really every bit of dialogue refers to him as Sports Goofy. It’d be like if they refered to then CEO Micheal Eisner as Won’t Think Through Eurodisneyland Micheal Eisner.

So Sports Goofy helps them get a ball in an honestly awesome way and shows despite his clumsy manner, he’s damn cordinated, easily putting everything up and showing some real skill with the ball. So Moneygrubbing Scrooge decides Sports Goofy is his ticket to get the trophy back and recuits goofy as coach and star player for the boys team.

So Asshole Scrooge meets his team the Greenbacks.. which are a bunch of random animal characters with no real personality. They are a hippo, a goat, expresso the ostrich, a navy (blue) seal, an elephant in a beanie, a killaroo and a cheetah or leopard. But I have one question, really simple really easy one...

You need 11 players for a soccer team, thank you google. So they DID get that accurate. With Goofy and the Triplets you only need 7 more. THIS is why Donald’s absence is glaring: he’s just oddly not there when they needed 7 other characters but Elephant in a Beanie gets in there. And it’s not hard ot fill either: Donald , Daisy (Because duh), Gyro and Grandma Duck (Because both cameoed but I only mentioned Grandma Duck, though this is ALSO Gyro’s first apperance), Gladstone (who as it turns out had a cameo storyboarded that didn’t make it into the final product), Gus (Since grandma duck) and Scrooge’s butler since he was in an earlier scene anyway so why waste the character model. They could still play the same roll as easily steamrolled underdogs and it’d make more sense. It just baffles me that with such a deep bench to play from, they don’t use ANY OF IT in favor of the cast of Animal Soccer World.

The Greenbacks can’t play for greenjack, which worries Scrooge.. but Goofy is able to carry them to the finals, while the Beagle Boys make their way there too. We find this out.. via newspaper transition. We get a bunch of headlines telling us what happened instead of you know a montage because that costs money and they already spent 1.50 making this special.. they only have 50 cents left.

So the Beagles recognizing Sport Goofy is the only thing in their way plots a kidnappin. We get a gut busting scene of the beagles all hiding in Sports Goofy’s house with him being oblvious only to spring on him.

The next day with Sports Goofy a no show the team is bummed, even mor ewhen they find a kidnapping note from Don’tGetNotToLeaveEvidence Beagle Boys. Seriously give that to the officals.

So Asshole Scrooge tries to give a rousing speech... and it is a sight to behold and the one highlight of pope as scrooge... it’s why I picked it as the article image. That glitching isn’t me by the way: it REALLY does that. Coupled with the yellow eyes i’ts just fantastic. So the team decides to morosely play the game and Hivemind Huey boos scrooge for not having faith in him. Instead of again you know telling the officials. Maybe assimilating the other made Huey dumber. I

So the game begins and the Cheating Beagles cream the Give Up To Easily Green Backs, while Sports Goofy watches from the other Crime Beagles hideout. It honestly reminds me of UHF: a dumb well meaning guy whose vital to something succeding is kidnapped.. it dosen’t involve Weird Al dressing up as rambo but still. It also makes me want UHF but with the disney cast. Fethry as weird al, Donald as his best friend, Fethry’s girlfriend for the comcis as weird al’s girlfriend, Gyro as philo, Goofy as Stanley, and Pete of course is Stacey Keach. I could go on but you get the point. Someone draw this. Sport Goofy is a clever bastard and escapes by working one of his shoes off, taking a nearbye knife and cutting himself free.. and almost stabbing a beagle boy in the face but that would just make two. Sport Goofy escapes and the lunkheaded beagle boys chase after him IN THEIR CAR WHILE GOOFY RUNS AHEAD OF IT. Goofy, he can really move! Goofy, he’s got attitude! Goofy HE’S THE FASTEST THING ALLIIIIVEEEEEE. Sport Goofy makes it in time fo rhalf time, rallies the troops and it goes how you’d expect: They overcome the beagles blatant cheating, win the cup, the beagles attempt to cheat with a rigged ball backfires and they all get arrested. It’s by the numbers stuff. We end with Scrooge deciding to dontate the trophy instead (though in a great bit asking if it was tax deductible), and posing for a team shot> We get some awesome credits music and we’re out

Final Thoughts:

This special is mediocre: There are only a handful of great jokes, it’s your standard “teamwork makes the dreamwork plot” that dosen’t work because our underdogs really CAN’T play without their star, and Scrooge’s voice hurts to listen to. Pope and Taylor are great and while Will Ryan is an awful Scrooge, he is a good Beagle Boy or five.

It IS worth a watch though. It’s riffable enough with the sometimes sloppy unfinished animatoin in the last part and Scrooge’s terrible voice, and it is still is a neat oddity for 90′s kids like myself to not only see Russi’s first thing as Huey Dewey and Louie, but to also see Scrooge and Goofy with vastly diffrent voice actors, as well as Gyro and the Beagle Boys first animated apperances. The fact this came just months before Ducktales makes it all the more intresting. So if your looking for a legit good Disney product.. this is shoddy at best if well meaning. But as a bit of disney history, especially only clocking in at 20 minutes so it’ sa brisk watch, it’s worth a look if your into that.

Next On Goof Week: We come on in To The House of Mouse where goofy becomes faster than a speeding punchline, more powerful than pete when his family has to wrestle him to the ground to take him to the doctor and able to make tall leaps of logic in a single bound. it’s SUPER GOOF!

So thank you for reading and if you liked this review give it a like and consider joining my patreon at patreon.com/popculturebuffet. As a patron you’d get access to exclusive reviews, the patreon’s discord and to pick a short each time I do one of these shortstaculars. Donald’s comnig next month and the deadline is in only a few days to join up for said month so the clock is ticking. Even a dollar a month helps me reach my stretch goals so please i fyou can sign up today and if not, I understand and i’ll see you at the next rainbow

#sports goof #soccermania #goofy goof #goof #scrooge mcduck #ducktales #huey duck #the beagle boys #gyro gearloose #grandma duck #animation #disney #soccer #football

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logicgunn · 3 years

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You're Scottish, right?

Just have to ask - what do you make of attempts at Carson's accent in fics? It always strikes me as quite funny, because you see it far less for, say Zelenka or Miko, who both also have non-American/Canadian accents.

And as a follow up, what did you make of Paul McGillion's Scottish accent?

Paul McG's seems to have an innate Scottish accent and Canadian accent that he can switch between with ease, likely because he was born in Paisley and his parents are Scottish (or at least his dad is?). Assuming that Carson also comes from vaguely that area, his accent is spot on. Scottish accents vary by location as wildly as English or American ones, so where I come from (much further North) the language sounds very different.

I don't accent dialogue (Scottish or Czech or anything else). If you're reading fanfiction, chances are you're already familiar with the characters so you can already "hear" them as you read. Instead, I use innate words and phrases that he does in canon and sometimes generic, recognisably Scottish things that fit with his character.

(Also that thing where Scottish people's accent gets more pronounced as they get angry or flustered? Totally true! I think it's in part because people deliberately tone down their accents for daily life, but if you're mad then you're not gonna waste energy on it.)

I do notice "accenting" more for Carson than Zelenka/others as I'm reading, but it's also something that pops up much more in older fics than newer ones. I think it's something that used to be common in literature in general, but I remember there were some debates in the media surrounding, e.g. Fleur and Hagrid in the HP books, and the consensus was not to do it. The reasons why were pretty varied though.

I don't really have much of an opinion on it either way, people can write things how they want to. I don't do it, but I'm not bothered when other people do. It can be jarring to read if every single line that Carson speaks starts with "Och aye", but otherwise it's cool.

One thing I wasn't expecting when I came into the fandom was that people sometimes write Zelenka with fractured English, because in the show he has an accent, sure, but his English is flawless.

#Carson Beckett #Radek Zelenka #Anon #Ask #Accents

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isis-astarte-diana · 3 years

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Tetchy

Summary: “Tetchy tonight, Mandy.” Miranda pushes your buttons. You push back.

Warnings: NSFW. M(iranda)IHOW. (I need a new acronym! Why does everyone’s name have to start with the same letter?) Mildly dub!con, possibly. Knifeplay with bad BDSM etiquette. Violence. Painful sex (at this point, I don’t know if I can not write it). Semi-public sex(?). Name calling. One (1) use of Daddy, but it’s in jest. Very dodgy relationship dynamics, including references to stalking. Also, I make some non-sexual references to peeing, because it’s a stakeout and I think about these things.

Word Count: 3057

NB: It has come to my attention that there is some serious brat erasure in my smut. Can’t have that, can we? Also this is the first time I’ve been able to write a normal human person and I’ve had a lot of fun with the playful dialogue and the swearing. Sorry. And, uh, I’m sticking with darlin’ for Miranda because every single time a Scottish woman has called me darlin’ I have combusted slightly.

“Would you stop showing off?”

Miranda shoots you a sideways glance, her gloved hand never pausing in its relentless manipulation of the butterfly knife. She wrinkles her nose and flashes a contemptuous smirk. “Am I showing off?”

“You know that you are.” Once more, the swish, the click, the endless rhythm to her frustration. “And the noise is doing my head in.”

“Noise?” Swish. Click. Swish. Click. Your fingers twitch into a tense fist. “What noise would that be?”

Huffing, you turn away from her, staring out of the passenger side window into the gloom of the multi-storey car park. The car is shrouded in darkness, the nearest fluorescent light sputtering with a sickly greenish glow a good few yards away. “I had so many better plans for tonight.”

“No you didn’t.” Swish. Click. You wish that she would cut her fucking hand, but the glove would take the brunt of it and she’d probably just carry on out of spite. “I know what you’ve been up to, darlin’, remember? No secrets here.”

You can feel her eyes on the back of your neck now, and the reminder that she watches you shouldn’t have a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, but it does. There’s something of a thrill to knowing that every part of your day, however tedious - buying a coffee, crossing the road, wandering around a bookshop without choosing anything - is now a performance. Miranda does not like to be out of the loop; and, admittedly, coming home to find a bag of your favourite muffins - the ones you’d eyed in the coffee shop before deciding not to treat yourself - or a copy of the book you’d almost bought waiting for you on the kitchen table is, bizarrely, rather sweet.

Sweeter, now that you’ve given her a spare key to the flat after having to call the landlord for the third time in less than a month to explain that the lock on the front door had been mysteriously damaged yet again.

“They’re obviously not coming,” you mutter, unabashedly petulant. “Can’t we just go?”

“We’ve barely been here half an hour.” Swish. Click. She sighs, sounding far more annoyed with you than anyone who’s being as irritating as she is has any right to. Swish. Click. “Fuckin’ hell, give it a bit longer.”

“Right. Fine.” Your jaw clenches. Desperate for any excuse to get out of the car and away from her, you snap, “I’m going for a piss.”

When your fingers loop into the door handle and wrench it slightly too hard, nothing happens. You try it again. A mechanism inside the door judders and grinds with a tell-tale noise and you whip around to face her. She’s staring straight ahead, through the windshield and into the dark, with a smug look in her eyes.

“Did you put the child locks on?”

Miranda has the audacity not to laugh while she plays with the knife and says sternly, “safety first.”

“Very fucking funny.” You eye the button in her door that controls the lock. You could reach it, quite easily, but doing so would mean sticking your hand into the blur of the swinging blade. “Open it.”

She doesn’t even look at you. “Nah.”

“Open it, or I’ll scream.”

“Go for it.” It’s toneless. “Anyone comes, I’ll kill them.”

You scoff. “No you won’t.”

“Might do.” She says it like you’ve dared her. “Would serve you right. You’ve been getting on my tits all night.”

Your voice is an indignant squeak. “I’ve been-?! Fuck, alright.” Folding your arms, you snort, “maybe you should put one of your tapes on, babe.”

It’s a low blow and you know it. She falters, just for a second, before starting up the infuriating pattern with the knife again, even quicker now. “Don’t.”

It feels dangerously good to see that you’ve had an effect. “Oh, you’re so scary.” Turning back to the window, you point out, “you’re just like one of those dickheads in a meeting who won’t stop clicking a pen, you know. Always fucks me off. Always just makes me want to-”

You can’t finish the thought.

With serpentine speed she’s grabbing a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back until you’re staring up at the soft grey ceiling of the car. Your hands find the locked door handle, the seat cushion, holding onto them with white knuckles to keep from slumping across the handbrake from the force. You’re twisted awkwardly in your seat, your back aching in protest at the angle, but you can’t suppress a laugh.

“Something funny?” Her voice is low as she brings the knife around in front of you so that you can see it. A loose strand of her hair tickles your forehead when the flat of the blade comes to rest over your exposed throat.

It’s cold, and smooth, and you can just barely feel the sharp edges of it. Breathless for more than one reason, you tease, “tetchy tonight, Mandy.”

“Oh, don’t call me that, darlin’.” She presses harder, hard enough that you can feel your pulse where it touches you. This position puts some pressure on your windpipe so that it’s distinctly uncomfortable. Still, you push on.

“Don’t call me darlin’, Mandy.”

“Think I’ll call you what I fuckin’ like, you mental little bitch.” She pulls on your hair again and you mewl at the wash of prickling pain across your scalp. “Take your pants off, then.”

The words inflame you, but you’re not finished playing, not after spending half an hour with her deliberately pushing your buttons. Echoing her, you sneer, “nah.”

“Please yourself.”

Before you can react the knife is gone and she’s pushing you forwards, letting go in time to send your forehead smacking into the passenger side window. It makes light burst behind your eyes. You swear under your breath, rubbing the impact site with one hand.

Behind you, her door opens and closes.

You barely glimpse her through the windshield before she’s wrenching your door open and reaching for you, fisting the front of your dress in one gloved hand, tugging hard enough to make the fabric dig into your skin as she hauls you gracelessly out of the car and to your feet. You almost bang your head on the doorframe, so sudden is this assault.

“I can-” you cover her hand with yours, trying to ease up on her grip. “I can stand up on my own, for fuck’s sake, get off me-”

“Or what, you’ll scream?” She flashes the knife again, teeth glistening in her mirthless grin to match it. “Thought we’d been through that already.”

You offer some perfunctory resistance while she shuts the door and manoeuvres you around to the back of the car, but the heady thrill of finally having her attention dulls your attempts to escape her hands. In a moment of bravery you reach for the butterfly clip that fastens her hair back and yank it loose. It must hurt - it’s supposed to hurt - but she just laughs.

“You’re such a pain in the arse, d’you know that?” Supple leather wraps around your wrist and your left arm is twisted brutally up behind your back. You grit your teeth to withhold a cry. “That big mouth’s gonna get you into trouble one day.”

Even as she turns you around and pushes you down over the boot of the car, the impact knocking the wind out of you as the hairclip falls to the ground with a clatter of plastic on concrete, you manage to bite back, “that’s the idea.”

Outside the semi-security of the car it’s bitterly cold and black as pitch. The smooth surface of it chills you to the bone and makes you shiver; this, though, is nothing compared to the tremor that runs down your spine when she leans down to cover your back with her chest, loose hair brushing your neck, lips close to your ear.

“Are you gonna shut up or do I need to teach you a lesson?” She punctuates the words by slamming her other hand down on the boot of the car where you can see it, the knife still gripped tightly in her leather-clad fingers. The sight of it makes you push back against her, shifting your arse as provocatively as you can with her pinning you down like this.

In the whiniest, most abrasive voice you can put on, you retort, “are you gonna take your belt off, daddy?”

“You’re fucked in the head.” It’s nothing short of a snarl, her hand tightening around your restrained wrist, but there’s no shortage of affection in it. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? If I turned your arse bright red, right here, while you cried and begged me to stop.”

“You think fucking highly of yourself,” you scoff, weakened by the thought that she might actually do it. “Why don’t you suck it and see?”

“Because I’m not in the mood to play your games, darlin’.” She leaves the knife there, within reach of your free hand, while she tugs the hem of your dress up past your hips, and picks it up once more when you’re bared to the waist save for your underwear. “I’d rather play one of mine.”

Your squirming stops when the blade slides under the fabric of your knickers, tight to the outside of your thigh. It doesn’t cut you, but it scratches, and it disturbs you to know that she isn’t even looking while she does it. “Do not cut my pants off,” you warn, aiming for stern and falling short.

“Think I will.”

“This isn’t porn, Miranda, I paid good fucking money for these and I will be so pissed off-”

You cut off with a furious groan when she does it anyway, the material stretching away from your skin and then fluttering loose with the motion of the knife through it.

“You’re such a bitch sometimes.”

“Only sometimes?” Seamlessly she changes hands, one still pinning you down, the other now going for the opposite side of your underwear. “I need to try harder.”

She slices through the other leg, her gloved fingers brushing your thigh when she snatches the fabric up into her hand before it can fall to the ground. Her task complete, she retrieves the knife and finally, finally closes it, slipping it back into her pocket. Her leg slides between yours, the cotton of her trousers pressing insistently up against your vulva in a way that almost makes you forget your displeasure.

“Shame.” She clicks her tongue. “I liked these ones.”

You writhe against the boot of the car. “So did I!”

“Say your goodbyes, then.” Once more, she leans down, proffering the fabric now clutched in her gloved hand. “Open wide.”

You jerk away, but not quickly enough, and she stuffs your ruined underwear into your mouth, pushing it deeper with her fingers until you almost choke on it. It’s not a merciful gag - the material steals the saliva from your mouth, and the taste of your own arousal is thick on your tongue; while the sound of her messing around with the knife is infuriating, the sight of it never fails to affect you.

“Much better.” She covers your full mouth with her hand and gives your face a painful squeeze. You cough weakly around the fabric. “Bet you taste good, don’t you?”

Your face heats under her hand at the words.

Miranda almost tugs your shoulder clear from the boot of the car when she pulls back, straightening up once more, still holding you down by your twisted arm. It’s starting to ache. Her other hand squeezes between her thigh and your own, palming you without care or ceremony, and you grip the edge of the bumper with your free hand for stability. The touch makes your legs quake.

Even with the leather of her glove smeared with your arousal, it still burns when she presses two fingers inside of you.

You cry out into the gag, arching your back, hand slapping down on the car boot with enough force to make your palm hurt. She knows that you hate this, that however slick and supple the leather might be it’s still not fit for this purpose. The thickness of the glove broadens and blunts her fingers, turning the familiar invasion clumsy and rough. With a soft chuckle she pushes them deeper.

Your eyes prickle with tears from the sensation. There’s something unnatural about it, the leather dragging at the delicate membranes of your cunt like this, but being filled and stretched around her fingers still makes your walls throb and tighten.

“Not your favourite game, is it?” Her voice is low. You shake your head emphatically, whining into the makeshift gag. She soothes you without softening. “It’s alright, it’s alright. I’m not gonna hurt you much. Not if I don’t have to.”

You sniffle pitifully and twist under her hand when she slowly withdraws.

“But you do deserve it.”

The upthrust is punishing, lifting your hips with its force, making your abdomen clench as her fingers slam into the patch of nerves at the front of your walls. Your legs twitch, tensing, trying to escape the assault. Your neglected clitoris throbs in time with your pulse.

“D’you want me to stop?”

Without even thinking about it, you shriek a muffled sound of disagreement into the gag, shaking your head again. She laughs.

“Didn’t think so.”

The rhythm she takes up is slow, but no kinder for it. She makes a point of putting her weight behind her wrist every time she fills you, so that even when the dull discomfort of the leather is eased by the slick arousal flooding your cunt the ache never quite goes away. All the while she holds you down, trembling in the cold and the unforgiving dark, dry mouth stuffed with fabric, breathing in the taste of your own desire.

“Touch yourself for me.” Something dark stirs in her tone. Her breaths are heavy, a reassuring indication that she’s enjoying this in her own way. You obey immediately.

This, too, is awkward, wriggling your hand under your hips where she has you bent over the car, and your wrist is trapped between your stomach and the edge of the boot. Your fingers are freezing from the exposure when you finally manage to press them to your clitoris, shock making your walls draw tighter around her fingers as she fucks you.

You overcome it quickly enough.

It doesn’t take long to drag yourself over that edge, your fingertips working frantically against the flesh that feels scalding in its wet heat. She manipulates you from the inside, crooking her fingers skilfully, never easing or faltering in her pace until you howl and stiffen underneath her. Huffing desperate breaths through your nose, biting down on the ruins of your underwear, you come apart with a flood of sensation that has your legs quaking and cramping where they hold you up.

“There you go,” she murmurs, when you finally fall limp against the car. “Good girl.”

She lets go of your arm, letting you stretch out the tightness left in the muscles there, and withdraws her fingers from your cunt with only a pitiful mewl of displeasure from you. You reach up to weakly tug the mess of fabric from your mouth.

“I’m still fucked off at you,” you manage, but it’s hoarse and breathless. “My favourite pants.”

“I’ll buy you more.” She snatches the damp fabric from your hand and uses it to wipe her gloves clean before balling it up in her fist and shoving it into her pocket. “No sense in letting them go to waste. Could be a long night.”

“Take your gloves off next time.” You wince when you straighten up, feeling sore and empty where she’s opened you with her fingers. Hastily you straighten your skirt. “You know I don’t like that.”

“Seemed like you liked it well enough.” Still, she catches the middle finger of each glove in turn between her teeth and drags her pale hands free of the leather. The gloves, too, go into her pocket. “You alright?”

“Fine.” It’s terse, and she frowns, cupping your cheek with her warm hand. When she meets your eyes there’s a carefully measured tenderness in her expression.

“Seriously, darlin’. Was that- was I a bit much?”

If you didn’t know her any better you would say the question was a challenge, but her eyes are crinkled at the corners with genuine concern and you nuzzle into her hand. “No,” you admit, twisting your fingers into the lapels of her jacket to pull her in for a kiss. “Never.”

It’s a good kiss, particularly after the sharpness of the game, her fingers sliding into your hair with affection far removed from the way she’d pulled it earlier. She wraps an arm around you to tug you into her chest, calming your shivering body with her warmth, but the other effects of the cold and the recent orgasm make themselves known with a vengeance and you laugh into her mouth when you pull away.

“I do actually quite need a piss now, though.”

Miranda snickers and lets you go. With a tilt of her head she indicates the dark corner a few feet away from the back of the car. “Go on then.”

You snort with disbelief. “Fuck off.” Raising an eyebrow, she folds her arms and leans back against the car. A smile tugs at her lips. “You’re not serious.”

“I’m not letting you wander off at night with no pants on. Anything could happen.”

"I wouldn’t have no pants on if you hadn’t ruined them!”

“Funny, that.” Her tongue pokes at the inside of her cheek as she rolls her eyes. “Now hurry up, it’s freezing.”

“You have a coat on!” Reluctantly, you glance around yourself, but the place is deserted and you have no doubt that it’s seen far worse. She watches with a smug smile as you wander into the corner. “Right. Fine. Turn around, then.”

Her boots shift on the concrete when she settles against the car, lifting her chin defiantly. “Nah.”

“Of course.” As you start to tug the hem of your dress up once more, you mutter, “god, I hate you.”

Even so, you can’t stop smiling.

#mine #nsfwork #miranda croft x reader #is that a tag yet???#it is now

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the-boys-from-ba-sing-se · 3 years

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Top 5 fics of 2020!

Tagged by @khashanakalashtar to post my five favorite works I made this year.

Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

1: The Sun Will Be Guiding You

Spymaster Sokka

This was the first fic I made for this fandom, and it’s without a doubt the thing I have put the most effort into. My longest ever fic, my most coherent plot (though it was mostly stolen of course!), my first proper fight scenes, my first fic with chapter titles, my first time working with beta readers, the whole shebang. I also received so much lovely feedback from readers, and I have to say it is gratifying to be on the other side of the frustrated angst-related screaming every once in a while!

2: Plum Blossom [Podfic] (by @zukkaclawthorne)

Hanahaki AU

While this is not the first or the best podfic I have made for this fandom, it is probably my favourite. This was recorded on my phone, and the first time I uploaded it I accidentally left a few mistakes in and didn’t find out for over a week until I was listening back to it in the kitchen! I was mortified and quickly edited and reuploaded it, but not before over 100 people had streamed and downloaded it. I read this fic just before going back to uni in September, and the intensity of emotions hit me so hard, I knew I wanted to inflict it on other people! This is probably the first fic in which I successfully managed to distinguish between characters’ voices, and the fic in which I solidified my characterisation of Zuko. This slightly came back to bite me in the arse in the sections with heavy dialogue between Zuko and Toph, because having to switch rapidly between a deep chest register and a high chest register was pretty straining! I guess I only have myself to blame, and I’ve definitely improved since then.

3: Locked down with you ain’t so bad

Quarantine fic

I couldn’t not include this fic on the list. It has been literal years since I had sudden writing inspiration strike in the middle of the night and I had to type something out rapid-fire on my phone, but that’s exactly what happened. As some of you may remember, back in mid-September I was having a crisis as I found myself in the middle of slow-burn friends-to-lovers fanfic trope with my best friend and housemate, and I proceeded to yell about it all over discord. Then, probably to no one’s surprise but my own, I ended up with a girlfriend and a happy ending. Of course I ended up writing aboiut it, and this fic is a pretty much entirely faithful re-telling of the events that led to my relationship, but with Zukka instead, of course.

3.5: You Okay?

Post-quarantine smut

This is of course the PWP sequel to the above fic, hence the 0.5 numbering! It was, up until about a week ago, my A:tLA fic with the most hits (now overtaken by TSWBGY), you dirty little freaks. I actually wasn’t going to put this on the list, because while it is my own writing, it’s not exactly high art, but then I remembered, fuck you, I do what I want. Also, this fic has been pretty important to me in its own way. This was my first time writing (serious) smut, and while this fic is not directly autobiographical, I do just like soft Sokka being the Consent King.

4: Baby Hotline, please hold (me close to you) [Podfic] (by @engagedzukka)

FBI Zuko

I love this fic so much. I have probably re-listened to this podfic the most out of all my podfics (yes I listen to my own work, there’s not a lot else out there, someone else please make some more podfics!). Again, this is one of my earlier podfics, but at this point I was using a proper microphone rather than recording on my phone, and the difference in sound quality is very noticeable. Shoutout to my housemate (cast as Toph in my lockdown fic!) for lending me their mic! I think I managed to get the tone of this one down pretty well, and it’s probably the fic I had the most genuine fun recording and putting together.

5: Boy Problems [Podfic] by burnt_oranges

Arranged marriage/misunderstandings

This is my most popular podfic. It doesn’t have the most hits on Ao3, it’s actually sixth down, but it has almost twice as many streams and downloads than most of the ones above it on Ao3. I’m not sure exactly what that means, but it’s probably good, so thank you! It’s my longest one-shot podfic, and I recorded it in one day, over two sittings. Ouch! This is also the fic where I fully committed to giving OCs regional accents lmao. Bear witness to my shame as I attempt to make Zuko’s assistant/bodyguard Welsh and the noodle shop owner generic Scottish.

@ohmyzukka, @khaleeseas, @bisexual-atla, @jetruvius (any of y’all), @zukkaclawthorne, @macdenlesbian, @theobliviouswriter, @sword-over-water go!

#author tag #top 5 fics 2020 #rio rambles #atla #zukka #podfics #fanfics #my works #thank you kieran for tagging me!#as always delighted to be seen

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Fic Writer Review

I was tagged by @andordean, thank you very much!

1. How many fics on AO3?

24.

2. Total AO3 wordcount?

481945 😱😱😱

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

On AO3 I have fics for 13 fandoms, with lost or unpublished fics it would be 15 at minimum. I wrote for The Witcher (books and games), Sherlock, Good Omens, The Unusuals, Broadchurch, TMFU, Doctor Who, House MD, Legend of the Seeker, Criminal Minds: Suspect Behavior as crossover with Constantine (TV), Blue Water High, and The Avengers (also only as a crossover with Sherlock :) ) (you can see my short-lasting fixations with Craig Horner and Matt Ryan here - their shows were graced with one or two short fics).

4. Top Five by Kudos?

The Shift, where I whump Alec Hardy from Broadchurch. I really should put that fic through Grammarly at least, but since people seem to enjoy it anyway... I’m not too proud of it plot-wise, but the feels were nice to write.

Bits from the Path - my first attempt at writing The Witcher in English. It went well 😁, although I can only imagine what Dor went through betaing it. ;)

The runner - Broadchurch, slice of life, kinda prelude to The shift.

Appearances - the fact that I wrote this thing was shocking to me, because yeah, I had some crossovers in my resume, which was weird for someone who wrote mostly canon-compliant, but a modern!AU??? But I had fun throwing in so many references and building the world with guns, cell phones, monsters and magic :)

Walls crumbling - the aforementioned crossover for Matt Ryan shows. Missing scenes from “Constantine” with John meeting his long lost twin brother Mick thrown in-between ;)

5. Do you respond to comments, why/why not?

Usually I do, because I know the feeling when the author replies to a comment I left. :)

6. What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I usually finish with a happy ending, so I don’t think there are any :) Maybe one whumptober one-shot with an open ending.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you've written?

Sometimes. I don’t know if they’re crazy, I know I was probably the first person who wrote The Witcher/Doctor Who crossover, but with Ciri’s space travelling powers that seemed logical. :)

8. Have you received hate on a fic?

Thankfully not.

9. Do you write smut?

Not yet. I plan to. It will be interesting considering I suspect I’m ace, I have limited experience in sex in general, no experience in gay sex and my style is very straightforward ;)

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don’t think so, but also I don’t check.

11. Ever had a fic translated?

I translated some of my own one-shots for The Witcher :) (okay, Google Translate and Dor did most of the work tbh)

12. Ever co-written a fic before?

Nope. I stay away from any commitment around fics, I write at my own pace and whatever my plot bunny gives me at the time, with collaboration I’d probably have to adjust to someone else and I know it wouldn’t end well.

13. All time favorite ship?

I’m not much of a shipper tbh. It’s not a mountain I’d die on. I treat any pairings I read or write for very lightly :)

14. What's a WIP you want to finish, but don't think you ever will?

A very long time ago I wrote a fic in Polish for “M:I - Ghost protocol”, (Ethan in trouble, Brandt revealing a past identity and being a badass in Hong Kong), I just never edited it. I remember I have this fic, I’m too scared to read it again.

15. What are your writing strengths?

The ability to throw a reference to the source material I think? ;) Action scenes, I hope.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions, oh my goodness.

17. What are your thoughts of writing dialogue in other languages?

If I don’t speak the language, it’s risky. Always. In one fic I used some swearwords in Welsh and I have no idea if the page I used as a source was in any way reliable.

That’s one way of interpreting this question. I remember when I switched to English writing The Witcher, I worried the characters wouldn’t sound right, because they have a different speech pattern in Polish. I knew that Zoltan was kinda Scottish and Geralt often omitted the pronouns and that’s all.

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Probably “24″.

19. Favorite fic you've ever written?

“The Jump” (TW/DW crossover).

Tagging @nottonyharrison :)

#ask meme #about me #fanfiction

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