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ech0schamber · 11 months

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Hello, I read your post on Dazai and Ranpo if their s/o fell into a coma for a year. I was wondering if I could request Dazai and Ranpo running into the person who caused their s/o to fall into a coma, how would those two react and what would they do?

I hope your doing well, feel free to ignore this if you don't want to write this. ♡

I am doing well, thank you! <3 and honestly, i was hoping someone would request this as i didn't want to make the other post too long :,]

☆after months of physical therapy, you were finally able to walk without mobility aids! to congratulate you and to make up for lost time, dazai took you out on a date!

☆honestly, this date mainly consisted of walking around Yokohama and going to all your favorite stories. he'd never tell you, but while you were in a coma he saved up a shit ton of money to spoil you when you woke up

☆all was going great until you ran into the bastard that sent you into a coma

☆you, somehow, remembered what they looked like, and it made you panic. what if they wanted to finish the job? what if they had been stalking you?

☆dazai noticed that you were starting to panic very quickly, he's become way more observant of you theses past few months. he pulled you into a quiet alley way to help you stabilize your breathing and got you to explain what had happen

☆oooh man, if he didn't have a rule about no killing since he joined the agency, this man probably would've killed them on the spot

☆he asked you to point out who it was, and quickly got you out of there. you can always come back later, and he really didn't want to break the rule he has followed for over 3 years now (taking into consideration that you were in a coma for a year)

☆the two of you continued your day as if it never happened. you two had a nice dinner, then a long cuddle session :]

☆once he knew that you were completely asleep, he'd sneak out of the bedroom and call chuuya

☆chuuya didn't have a no kill rule, and surprisingly will listen to dazai about shit like this

☆let's just say that the person was taken care of the next day and you'd never run into him again

☆same thing as dazai, you had finally 'finished' your physical therapy and the two of you wanted to celebrate that! even though it was mainly ranpo dragging you to different candy stores, while going to the stores you wanted to go to in between, you still had fun

☆i mean, who wouldn't have fun hanging out with ranpo all day?

☆you had been listening to ranpo talk about poe's newest novel when you spotted the person who sent you into a coma

☆ranpo immediately noticed that something was wrong, and of course, figured out what was going on really quickly

☆before you could stop him, he walked right up to this person! you were just staring at him like he was fucking insane

☆he started by bluntly asking if that person had caused the incident, and of course it was a snarky bastard who'd love to boast about what they had done

☆ranpo had let this person keep speaking for a minute before he interrupted them and started talking down to this person. like, we've seen him talk down to someone before, but he took it even further than we're all used to seeing

☆he started to absolutely berating and insulting this person, and probably their full blood line as well. and ohhh boy, he did not hold back. we saw how quickly he figured out fukuzawa, just imagine the type of shit he could figure out about this person

☆but it was starting to cause a scene, so after letting ranpo have his fun for a while, you had to drag him away

☆while he wasn't going to apologize for causing a scene like that, he did take you to your favorite restaurant and had a very long cuddle session once the two of you got home

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i would love to see ranpo roasting the shit out of someone

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai x reader #ranpo x reader

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perenial · 9 months

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gene im so glad you said this cause I haven't seen anyone else comparing it to the book as source material for like character and tone but i am So sure that if terry was alive the season would not be like this but i fear good omens fans dont realise how big a factor the lack of terry's influence is?? or like they forget that good omens was never just neilman???

ok before i go any further: i rly don't want to detract from anyone's enjoyment of the season and everything im going to say comes from a place of love for a) the original novel (& season 1 to a certain extent bc it got me back into it lol) and b) tv as a medium so like peace and love on planet let people enjoy things etc etc

but

like u said, terry's influence on the book was enormous – what makes gomens gomens is the balance of his genuine warmth and precise understanding of humanity tempered with neilman's sardonic voice and general like.....savvy approach to storytelling? i guess u could call it? anyway what rly helps the book is that it took them years to write it, passing ideas back and forth and rewriting each other's work until their voices blended seamlessly and a well structured capital-s Story was created. when i praise the book for being self-contained i think a huge part of that comes from the circumstances in which it emerged: two authors with complementary styles writing in a v particular time period where they had both the space to play with their ideas and the constraints of the novel as a storytelling format from which to craft something extremely specific.

adaptations are a tricky business and a tv version of gomens produced literal decades after the book was always going to have some unique challenges, but i don't think that's a bad thing bc the challenges could prove to be creative opportunities to take both the established audience and those new to the story by surprise. my biggest hot take here is that i don't think translating a story into a different medium means it has to follow the original narrative exactly, bc each medium has its own ways of communicating information and these structures, rules and traditions in turn inform what that story is. what matters more than following a story beat-by-beat is capturing what that story is about at its core, what themes and messages and ideas it works through and how.

all this is to say i never expected tv gomens to be a perfect reproduction of the book and if it had it been, it probably would have been worse off for it. that being said, there are parts of the book – like u said, its tone and character – that needed to have some fidelity in order to pull it off, and for the most part s1 did that bc it was still working predominantly within the bounds of the novel & its core ideas. while i did have some issues w how neilman & amazon adapted some details and characterisations, i generally rly liked s1 – it reminded me of why i loved the book and it was just generally fun to watch.

s2 was. not that fun to watch

a few positives before i go ham w the critiques:

the hair & makeup + costumes were fantastic (although i feel like s1 was slightly better re: makeup?)

the sound design & score made some of the more awkward scenes bearable and thats no mean feat imo

david & michael gave incredible performances w what they were given – michael especially managed to salvage aziraphale enough that his complete 180 didnt feel completely tonally dissonant (more on this later)

the detail of the sets is NUTS and i genuinely want to see more of hell bc of how intricate and fun the props look

i actually like gabriel/beelzebub!! their getting together montage worked for me, although they could have spent sliiiightly more time establishing what it is they like abt each other so much + why gabriel wanted to stop armageddon 2.0 so suddenly

the opening scene, although not on par w the novel's & s1's, was visually gorgeous and thematically resonant (although neilman owes me royalties for ripping it off from this shitty fic i wrote back when raphael!crowley was all the rage lol)

now w THAT being said:

like i said yesterday, the pacing was fucking awful. flashbacks are hard to work w at the best of times and the way they were used in this season felt so needless, especially the 40s one in ep 4 that takes up like 90% of the episode. in both flashbacks + present day there were scenes that dragged for no real reason, dialogue that looped back around on itself to stretch out the runtime, and weirdly enough places where there should have been character & plot work where there just,, wasn't any?? for example, maggie & nina's night locked in the café – some parts of the dialogue in later episodes made out that they'd had some rly deep conversation abt how they feel about each other or even that they'd had an affair, but that isn't clear from those scenes in the café. i'm not saying we had to see that conversation in its entirety but that there needed to be more connective details – either in dialogue or direction – that gave that part of the story coherence.

(there were pacing issues w the editing too but i don't want to jump down the editor's throats on this one bc im more focused on writing & direction issues)

the second major problem that i mentioned in my tags yesterday is the protagonist shift, which is an issue that started in s1. aziraphale & crowley are side characters in book gomens – significant ones, yeah, but still somewhat peripheral to adam (& anathema who counts as a deuteragonist imo). this works incredibly well w who they are as characters: they're Just Some Guys who happen to be involved in this epic biblical-level bureaucratic nightmare and importantly, they don't want to be in the spotlight. the arrangement was created so that they could explore what it meant to be themselves away from the Big Narrative; literally any time they get involved in larger affairs is bc the plot is alive and caught them unionising on company time. the last fucking chapter is adam (& god) being like haha u guys are alright keep it sleezy and letting them go. like. hello. neil u let them go.

but then!! tv gomens s1 does something interesting at the end w the body swapping addition that i dont totally hate – it gives aziraphale & crowley the extra bit of character work that brings them slightly more adjacent to their book selves. see i kinda view tv a/c as the younger, less settled versions of book a/c; they're still caught up in the immediacy of being key players and haven't fully realised that earth is their home. i haven't watched s1 in a while but one scene i remember rly clearly is crowley throwing all those astronomy texts in the air and angsting abt when he was an angel; i remember it bc his anguish in that scene feels a lot newer and rawer than book crowley's feelings about falling. when tv a/c do their bodyswap, it gives them the chance to land a blow against heaven/hell in a way that solidifies their allegiance to earth in a way that more closely resembles what book a/c have been abt the entire time (still adjacent, though. not parallel).

the reason why this works is that it does one final pivot to orient aziraphale and crowley as almost-main characters in a manner that makes sense in relation to a) their book selves and b) the position the tv show has placed them in. a combination of factors made tv a/c feel a lot less mature than their book counterparts but at the end of s1 they're sort of facing the same direction the book ended in, albeit through their own flashy late 2010s means.

when s2 was announced i was.......apprehensive bc to me, that felt like a satisfactory ending. i get the impression that amazon saw how wildly successful the adaptation was and was like oh shit we could make way more money out of this and neilman, having all those undead darlings that he and terry killed in the process of whittling the book into a workable novel, jumped at the chance to resurrect all those half-realised ideas. but not only were those ideas probably discarded for a reason, they've either been laying in wait for years unworked or they're new inventions, which means they weren't molded in the way that the book had been. like i said before, book gomens underwent years of rewrites and creative collaboration, and i think that process was what made it so good; s2 didn't have that. even if some of terry's ideas made it into s2, his influence is still missing bc he and neilman weren't in dialogue the same way they were in the book (and in some ways s1 bc i know terry was involved in the process of adapting gomens to screen before his death).

i don't think it's a case of newer fans forgetting terry so much as it is the context of terry's involvement being so removed from the current circumstances that certain aspects & discourses (i.e. is the s2 finale queerbaiting (no), does binge watching change the viewership experience (yes), etc etc) about the show overshadow other discussions that would usually be taking place. and before anyone says it's a case of neilman forgetting terry, i definitely don't think it's that either bc thats. yknow. wildly disrespectful. but also there are larger systems and structures at play than one writer no matter how much beef i have w him and his decisions, bc ultimately he's just one guy (a powerful and wealthy guy, but just a guy) and there's a wider cultural shift happening rn towards rehashing old stories without understanding what made them successful in the first place, and that same culture just doesn't allow for much, if any, constructive discourse analysis

so yeah

#replies.txt #Anonymous #god this is so long and rambling i hope it makes sense lmaooo #i have further thoughts on the general fic-y feeling of the season but that wasnt rly anon's question so i'll save that for another time #good omens #good omens spoilers

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heluvaku · 11 months

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𝐼𝓃𝒻𝓇𝓊𝓃𝒶𝓂𝒾 .

An Orpheus | "Novelist" x Gender-Neutral Reader .

warnings ; smut , blow jobs , face fucking , begging , praise kink , cum eating , choking , plot what plot/porn without plot .

authors note ; If this seems familiar , this was posted on my Ao3 a while back .. please don't fight me guys

“Don’t tease for much longer.. I beg of you.”

You gaze up into Orpheus’s eyes with a smile and a masquerade of coyness. You were between his legs, his cock standing at attention in front of your face. Pre-cum was drooling from his tip onto your lips; the scene was nothing short of obscene. You could hear the brunet male huffing over you, restless from the swain edging him.

You’ve kept him occupied for a while. You initially wanted to prattle about his novels and reasons for entering the manor over wine; the rest of the night was a blur until now. You run your hand down his thigh, his pale skin warm to the touch. In response, deep, lust-filled moans permeate your senses. Orpheus gently grabs your hair, practically pleading for you.

“But I don’t know what you want me to do, Orpheus,” you leered, your hand stroking his shaft languidly, coating him with a gorgeous sheen of pre-cum, “tell me what you desire.”

“I presume my answer is quite prominent, sweetheart,” the Novelist choked. He leaned back in his chair, slack-jawed and sweaty. “I don’t think a verbal one is necessary.”

“Oh, I believe it is.”

“I don’t . Can’t you see I’m ready for you, my dear?” He avowed, “further conversation will conclude with neither of us getting what we want. Please, I crave you.”

Your breath hitches at those words. You cease your snarky remarks and give Orpheus’s cock a slow, hearty lick before taking in his length. The taste of his cum is bitter and salty, with a lingering aftertaste left in your mouth. It’s nice. Enjoyable. Orpheus jolts and let out a wanton moan, melting from the sensation you’ve brought to him.

Pleased by his reaction, you set an excruciatingly slow pace and bob your head on his cock. Orpheus grips his armchair, searching for some sort of stabilizer for himself. Your mouth was tepid. The wetness of your tongue made his head spin, causing him to groan and buck up into your mouth, desperate for further stimulation.

“Oh, my love ..” Orpheus murmured, his head thrown back and his chest heaving, “you’re truly tantalizing. Won’t you go any faster?”

You whimper around his cock, increasing your speed per his request. Looking up at him, you swirl your tongue around the tip in hopes to receive further extol from the gentleman. Orpheus looked wrecked; his hair disheveled, his clothes unbuttoned, and his skin damp. He’s looked back down at you, and the hand that was glued to your hair vanishes to caresses your cheek in admiration and need.

“Gorgeous,” he mumbled, “absolutely gorgeous. I’d write thousands of novels about this moment if I could, my dear.”

You moaned in response to his praise, giving his cock a particularly hard suck. The Novelist winces and sighs, gripping the armchair tighter than he had before. The way he looked at you displayed millions of emotions, it made you feel as if he loved this and you like no other. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, making you have a small idea.

To drag the time of his release, you attempt to pull off of him to start edging again. Before you could, Orpheus shoved your head back down; making you choke on his length in its entirety. After a few whispers of sweet nothings and reassurance, the brunet male grabs your head and quickly drags you up and down his cock; sighing and groaning after each one.

Your eyes became glossy and your spit and drool were everywhere on Orpheus’s thighs. He was being so rough with you, but his words contain nothing but kindness in them. You quietly whimper in arousal and pain from gagging on him for so long. Orpheus only chuckled and sighed at your erotic expression.

“I sincerely apologize, my love,” Orpheus started, “But I simply couldn’t restrain myself any longer. You’re so endearing, all I could ask for.. Oh, fuck me ..”

The tears in your eyes finally fell, staining your face and the velvet of the chair. You hollow out your cheeks, sucking and whirling your tongue around the veins of his cock, desperate to get him off. Orpheus’s moans increased in volume and his pace with you grew sloppy, giving you a clear sign that he’s close.

“Take all of it,” He spat, “drink every drop I give you. I don’t wish to see any of my cum out of your mouth. Do you understand, my dear?”

You nod frantically before he holds you down to cum deep into the back of your throat. It’s hot, salty, and too much to keep each drop in your mouth. Orpheus lets you pull off of him and drink his seed, chuckling at the sight of you licking his cock for anything left on him.

The Novelist straightened himself up before helping you up and pulling you into a passionate kiss. The taste of himself is unfamiliar. He cocks his eyebrow up in puzzlement, making you laugh at his expression and plant another peck on his cheek in endearment.

“I must say, the desperacy on your face was quite amusing to watch,” Orpheus teased.

“ I was being desperate? you should’ve seen yourself, Orpheus,” You joked, “You looked like a mess.”

“I don’t recall being the one crying, though.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“I don’t think I will, sweetheart,” He snickered, “Now, let us get you cleaned off, shall we?”

@ orpherizz 2023 . do not share or repost .

#⁺˚⋆✩₊ orpherizz works .#idv smut #identity v smut #orpheus #orpheus deross #orpheus smut #identity v x reader #idv x reader

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sputnikbeomie · 8 months

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bsd beast lightnovel spoilers //

so,, i just finished reading beast and I am...damn that was so good, far better than I expected

there's so so much I want to say about it, and wish I had annotated it but instead I took a few pics of pages when I could remember to 😭

I don't think I'll ever be able to look at the scene in the anime where oda throws akutagawa over his shoulder the same ever again...the fact dazai actually did achieve death in this book,, the way dazai knew about the book and all the parallel worlds outside of the beast one...the scene where dazai said "for this is the only world where he's alive and writing" actually made me tear up. I think out of the whole novel that scene in particular really got to me, especially after the scene in the bar and dazais emotions are shown so clearly on his face when talking to oda, and just the whole explanation of the book and other worlds (including this particular world) when explaining to both aku and atsushi was just so well done

For me, I considered it rather that of a plotwist reading the whole book only to get to the end for that to be said. And asagiri's own notes at the end of the novel too...what if atsushi was a woman, what if the ada was on verge of bankruptcy, what if chuuya joined the ada alongside dazai when he first left after odas death? Like. Although this was an au, its events are still canon. They're canon because asagiri himself wrote it to show what if... and the fact he purposely has dazai mention the book and the other worlds...even when he starts clapping after shin soukokus fight saying "that's as good as, if not better, than the ship fight you two had"

LIKE?!?!? And the way asagiri literally confirmed that no matter how many au's there are...how oda is dead in every single one of them but beast...I'm crying. I could still go on and on and write actual essays about this book but yeah. I have so much more I wanted to say but my brain is so beautifully overwhelmed rn by the world and novel that is beast. All those thought aside, I would just like to also say how I absolutely love aku's character design in this 😭 his clothes were so well done...and his personality too 😭😭 I just loved this side of him

ANYWAYS after all that being said (I'm sure I have so much more I wanted to say too but I just can't comprehend rn,,)

I'm going to finally start stormbringer !! Time to cry from what I've seen so far 🫶🫶 I'm so excited to read it hehe, and I'm sure I will be even more gobsmacked after finishing that lightnovel than I was beast so 🤧 (I also posted this whole thread on twt lmao but I just needed somewhere to vent cause I have no moots to talk about this with let alone the lightnovels 🤧

here I go 🫡🫡 onto stormbringer

#bungou sd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #dazai osamu #atsushi nakajima #akutagawa ryuunosuke #chuuya nakahara #bsd odasaku #beast #bsd beast #beast lightnovel #bsd beast lightnovel #shin soukoku #soukoku

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bluedalahorse · 5 days

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Here’s a random Young Royals ask:

What career do you think Sara will have in the future? Or what do you think her dream job would be?

I hope your day is lovely and amazing!!

Thank you! I hope your day is lovely and amazing too.

This is a great ask, and one where you might get more than you asked for. In part because I’ve thought about it a lot. I have not only a dream job in mind for Sara, but also some nightmare jobs as well. (Don’t worry, it’s all related to fanfic plots living in my head, and I promise they end in a good place.)

Is it okay if I start with Sara’s nightmare job? This one sort of popped into my head as I was envisioning what a Second Chance Romance could look like between Sara and August, maybe a decade after canon where August has done a lot of work and made various restitutions to Simon and gotten much more of his shit together.

As for that story… I thought it might be interesting, as far as like, what generates a plot and character arc, to put Sara at a job that’s taking advantage of her compassion and desire for justice. In my experience it’s pretty common for younger people to end up in situations like that in their first jobs, and I think it’d be interesting if Sara was in a place where she won’t deal with that in a romantic partner anymore, but she hasn’t learned to recognize it in a work situation yet. (This is pretty common in growing up—you tackle one issue in one part of one’s life and it sneakily migrates to another part.) So she’s working this nightmare job for an autism charity I’ve sneakily called PuzzleChildren (it’s a reference, shout if you get it!) which is trying to rehabilitate its image after news breaks that they haven’t really hired any actually autistic people. Sara’s hired by them, and they sound sincere at first so she’s trying her best to make things work with her coworkers and bosses, but over time she just kind of realizes that this place is shit and has no intention of changing. And then she moves into a line of work that’s much more fulfilling for her.

And what might that be? Well, I’m still deciding, but there’s a few career paths where I can see Sara being particularly happy:

Some sort of career in Environmental or Disability Justice. I’m not exactly sure why. It’s just vibes. I do think Sara is a person who cares deeply about people and causes, and both of those are areas where I can see her learning more at university and just finding a place that makes sense for her.

Helping people, especially other neurodivergent people, using some kind of animal therapy. Doesn’t have to be horses! Or maybe Sara will train service dogs or something. It’s possible Sara’s affinity for horses could translate over to other animals, and she could find a career path in that general direction.

Graphic novelist or picture book writer. We see Sara drawing in one scene in season 1, and for that reason, she’s always been someone who likes to draw in my head. We also know she’s a keen observer of human behavior and could have some interesting insights if she ever decided to write a story. I can see her doing memoir graphic novels with a similar tone to like, stuff by Marjane Satrapi or Maggie Thrash. Of course if the monarchy’s still around they might want to sue her for her honesty. But they shouldn’t.

What do you think? I can see lots of possibilities for Sara in the future!

#young royals #sara eriksson #asks

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p4nishers · 2 months

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i don't know if you even posted about it but

which discworld books have you read already?? and maybe you have some favourites like I STRONGLY SUSPECT THAT IT'S NIGHT WATCH but what if im absolutely wrong..please share

anon i will lay my life down for you i've been waiting for this for so so long (literally since november. but whatever)

so. from the rincewind series i've only read the last continent and unseen academicals bc reasons. one of them being is that i am weirdly passionate about the ridcully/bursar ship only i care about and they're developed enough characters by those books for me to actually have something to ship. i can't think of other reasons but. they're there definitely i promise. oh yeah unseen academicals was by FAR my fav from the two but i found the ending a little eh so i dont consider that one a FAVORITE favorite. but its still insanely fucking good.

then i've read all of the witches novels except equal rites and that's only cause i was listening to the audiobook and then i forgot where i left off and i just didn't finish it. anyway the clear winner for me is and always will be carpe jugulum and it's DEFINITELY one of my top 3 discworld books. like i know you didn't ask for this to be a hundred pages long but fuck me that BOOK. i could write ESSAYS. also wyrd sisters is a fucking masterpiece and i wont hear a WORD against it. thank you.

all of the death books expect thief of time and i honestly i just dont want to end the series yet so i'm still putting it off. give me some time. favorites from that hmm well hogfather DUH but also reaper man. listen man it's about found family it's about bill door it's about death giving his TIME for a little girl it's about I NEVER WORE A CROWN YOU NEVER WANTED TO RULE it's THE FIRST FUCKING TIME WE MEET REG SHOE also the wizards are fucking GREAT in that one i just love it. not top 3 material but definitely a comfort read.

from the watch books i've read up to thud! which i'm still half way thru bc i'm not ready to move on from night watch like i had to listen to it on audiobook two days after i've first read it bc it just sucks you in man. does NOT let go. and yeah you're so so so right and true about night watch being one of my absolute favorites that book changed me as a person i'm still definitely not over it. like at all. also feet of clay and fifth elephant will always ALWAYS be my children and have my heart for obvious reasons (cheery. its cheery).

from the moist books i only have raising steam left and yes again im putting it off bc i dont wanna finish the series whatever dont look too deep into my issues

uh. shit this is so fucking long ok sorry. from tiffany novels i've read up to wintersmith and so far the wee free men is my absolute favorite i cried so much reading that book it's embarrassing.

small gods was my very first discworld novel and let me fucking tell you man absolutely HILARIOUS place to start when you dont know shit about the world building that's all im gonna say. also it's just so fucking good it's insane to me like yeah maybe it's not as funny as the others but the way terry wrote about faith and gods and devotion and the church and ugghh. (sidenote i read an brutha/om fic a few weeks ago that changed my fucking LIFE im being so so serious rn that was a masterpiece)

and i think the only one left is the truth which is in my opinion one of the best written discworld books from what i've read and definitely in my top 3. like otto chriek would be enough to convince me and THEN there's mr tulip's backstory and william confronting his dad (man that scene where william gives his father thousands of dollars to pay back for what he "cost" him over his life. anyone got reminded of that one ladybird scene? yeah.) and it's just like the best thing you've ever read.

im so sorry this got so long im insane i hope u got some kind of answer out of it

#the problem is carpe jugulum and night watch and the truth are all 1. for me i couldn't ever choose #discworld #gnu terry pratchett #night watch #carpe jugulum #the truth #terry pratchett #idk if u want a number but i think i've read like 23. which is insane there's so little left im rocking back and forth and back and forth

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houseofpendragons · 3 months

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Well considering the hunger games was originally meant to be a stand alone, I don’t see why she can’t also turn the Ballad into a trilogy…

Yes, I understand she wants something meaningful to write about when she does but there is so much going on in the world that she could pull from.

Also, there is so much left open with Snow at the end of the books. What happened completely between him and Tigris, what other things did he implement into the games, and hell I’ll read his campaign run. We don’t even have to bring Lucy Gray back, leave her a mystery with her song flying around his mind through the last two novels.

The next one could be about his first year as a game maker, now he’s really pulling the strings from behind the scenes, and this time he’s allowed. If he’s already in control, what rules did he find to break regardless. What goes on with him and Gaul. Does he eventually overshadow her and gets rid of her or does she stay with him till she dies?

We can see Mags games, and learn more about her. Was she silenced? I believe so. Those eels at the end of the movie, since she’s the district 4 victor, could be for her games. Who would be the mentors, since it was determined using students was a bad idea but there isn’t possibly enough victors at that time. Did they use university students, the game makers themselves (🤯), or other people? Does Tigris suggest the stylists for her own prerogative, maybe to help a little in all of Coryo’s hurt?

Did they use the same arena based on that throw away line about having cameras down there next year? Or a new arena all together? Do they still keep them in the zoo, only under better conditions, or somewhere else?

Speaking of, I saw something interesting stating that Snow turned his own apartment building into the place where the tributes are taken during Katniss games, bc it has 12 floors. If this is true, how did that come about and when? What happened to the Plinths? Did they ever find out? Probably not, but I want to see this dynamic as well.

Also I want to see what his offer was when he was running for president. Who did he poison, who did he trick and manipulate, and who was on his side? Also HIS WIFE! Did it end up being Livia Cardew

No matter who it is that is something I want to see after his catastrophe with Lucy Gray cause damnnnn. Also her name, Livia Cardew…Livia Drusilla. Oddly, Coryo reminds me more of her than the actual character. It’s rumored she used poisons to subdue her and her husbands enemies, both for his and her own person gain and rise; very snow reminiscent. But what if this is also Livia. Like he originally try’s to hide it but eventually comes to help him if that make sense 🤨

Idk but anyways it could be a trilogy, she could explore the corruption of politics and power in general. Presidential candidates lie all the time, they tell you what you want to hear, they manipulate others into voting and a lot more goes on behind the scenes that were just not privileged to know. She could explore that with snow. Power being corrupting could also be snow but it’d be interesting if it was Livia his wife. Imagine she’s against him but eventually she becomes like him as well because the power becomes her cloak. Tigris and Mags could be a call back to Lucy and Snow from the first book maybe, or something of their own. I like to think that Mags knew Coral and Mizzen they could both bond on losing the ones they loved. Mags about Coral and Mizzen and Tigris about (the old) Coriolanus.

#abosas #a ballad of songbirds and snakes #lucy gray baird #coriolanus snow #coryo snow #tigris snow #mags flanagan #district 4 #the 11th hunger games #the hunger games #coral #mizzen #ma plinth #strabo plinth #livia cardew #suzanne collins #Abosas trilogy

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alexandra-emerson · 11 months

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‘One Day at a Time’ Missing Scene 1

I’ve been writing missing scenes for ODAAT as I edit the original novel version of the story, just for something to break up the monotony of editing and formatting. Here’s the moment when Harry first blurted out that he loved Hermione.

Harry was supposed to be watching the telly. What if she wanted to discuss the movie at the end? He would have nothing to say. He hadn’t been paying attention. Instead, he’d been sneaking glances at her. He hadn’t even been listening—his head was too crowded with thoughts of her to properly focus.

Had she always been this pretty? Her smooth, tawny skin mixed with dark curls, full lips—which were currently curved into a smile, causing his own lips to quirk up—and those large, knowing eyes of hers … damn, she was perfect. And he’d missed it for nearly a decade.

Well, perhaps the Hogwarts years didn’t count. No one was particularly good looking at those ages. Then there was the war. He was probably allowed a pass for that year. But then … a whole year had passed and he hadn’t noticed how perfect she was. Until one day, he saw it, and he couldn’t stop noticing.

She laughed softly and turned to him. “Funny, yeah?”

He nodded dumbly, realized his mouth was hanging open, like a troll’s, and promptly closed it. “Erm, yeah.” He smiled, and she returned it, causing his heart to flutter.

She focused back on the screen, and so did he, trying to calm his heart before he did something embarrassing, like have a heart attack. Something funny happened, or he supposed it did—he still wasn’t paying attention—because she laughed again. His eyes found her face again.

Then, before he realized what he was doing, he blurted, “I’m in love with you.”

Holy shit. He’d been thinking about telling her for weeks now but not like this. Not on a Tuesday. (As if there was some ideal day to blurt out that you loved your best friend.) Fuck, he was an idiot.

And yet … it was bound to come out sooner or later. The weight of his feelings had become so large and was just getting heavier the longer they spent together, he’d reached the point where he could no longer hold onto them. And now she knew. Or did she?

She hadn’t moved since his confession. She was just watching the screen, the lights flashing across her perfect face, as if nothing had happened.

Had he told her? Or had he just imagined that? Should he say it again? Should he ask her if she’d heard him?

Or was this her answer? “I don’t feel the same. Let’s just pretend this never happened.”

Something sharp lodged itself in his chest, messing with his breathing. He’d pictured this scene so many times, but his brain had never taken him farther than the “telling her how he felt” part. Shit. Why hadn’t he imagined the next part? He was woefully unprepared for this and for some reason, the “just wing it and do what feels right” strategy that had always served him well was completely failing him.

He was still sitting there, opening and closing his mouth like an idiotic fish, when she turned to him, wound a hand around his neck, and kissed him.

For a few seconds, he just sat there, as if stunned, while she moved her lips against his frozen ones. She began to pull away, and he finally got a hold of his senses and kissed her back, holding her shoulder to keep her in place.

Merlin, her lips were softer than he imagined, her taste more perfect, her tongue deliciously insistent as it moved against his. Bloody fucking hell he was kissing her, Hermione, his best friend, the woman he loved, and it was more brilliant than he ever expected it could be.

“I love you too,” she breathed. His whole body screamed with triumph as he continued kissing her fiercely, struggling to decide which was better: the sound of her words or the taste of them.

“I know it might be— be hard to believe me”—her words were muddled since he couldn’t seem to make himself stop kissing her—“but I know it’s true.”

“I believe you,” he murmured against her lips.

She leaned back and smiled at him. “Yeah?”

He responded by capturing her mouth into another kiss. As she climbed into his lap and tugged his hair, and pressed her warm body against him while her words echoed pleasantly through him—I love you, I love you, I love you—he began to believe in the phenomena of manifesting dreams into reality.

It had never worked for him in the past. How many hours had he spent dreaming that some long lost relative would come take him away from the Dursleys? Or that Dumbledore would call him to his office and explain that they’d got the prophecy wrong and it referred to Neville after all? Neither of those had ever happened, but maybe he was getting what he wanted now as some special recompense for killing Voldemort.

Who the fuck knew? Hermione was sucking on his bottom lip now, and if it was because chance dictated that his deepest desires would overlap with reality at least once, or because the universe had decided it owed him something, it didn’t bloody matter. It was probably best not to question it and just enjoy the moment before it was gone.

They stopped to catch their breath, but Hermione didn’t move off of his lap. She rested her forehead on his as she continued to twist her fingers into his hair.

“I like kissing you,” she said, breathless. “It’s … familiar.”

He knew what she meant. Even though they’d never kissed before, it felt like they’d been doing this for ages. Well, they had been, in his head. Or maybe it was just their bodies telling them that they should have been doing this for ages. “This is actually our first kiss,” he said. “But I agree. It does feel familiar.”

“Our first kiss?” She leaned back. He kept a firm grip on her hips, so she couldn’t go far. “We’ve never…? Have you ever…? We don’t…?” She smiled and tried again. “I’m … this is a lot.”

“Yeah.” He pushed a curl behind her ear. “It is, and it isn’t. It’s just us. And—and we love each other.”

He half-expected the moment to dissolve once he said those words. When it didn’t, he felt immediately lighter. If she weren’t sitting on him, he might have floated away.

“But … how is this going to work, Harry?”

“No idea,” he said honestly. He’d never made it past this part in his daydream. “But we’ll figure it out,” he added, and he was sure they would. They could do anything together. Hadn’t they proven that time and time again?

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely.”

“Even if I forget?”

“You can write it down. And then you’ll know when you wake up. And I’ll fill in the rest.”

“But—”

“Don’t overthink it,” he pleaded. “You can make anything awful if you overthink it. But this … us … this is good. We can do this. I—I want to do this. To try. Can we … can we try?”

She lifted her hand and rested it on the side of his face. “Is this real?” she asked, rubbing her thumb along his cheek. “You really love me?”

“Yes,” he said immediately—nearly shouted it.

She laughed.

“I love you a lot,” he continued. “I have for, er, a long time. Longer than I realized.”

The people on the screen laughed at something, but neither of them were paying attention. They were just watching each other while Harry held his breath in anticipation of her next words.

“Okay,” she said. “Let’s try.”

Harry released the breath he’d been holding and pulled her into a long, languid kiss, while the movie continued playing in the background, completely forgotten.

#Harry and Hermione #HarryxHermione #Harmony #harmione #one day at a time #harry potter fanfiction #harmony fanfic

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faintingheroine · 10 months

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Hello! It's me again.

Do you ever think about Nihal's mother? I think about her a lot. You've talked about HZU's sickly blonde girl prototype. Isn't Nihal's mother also based on it? She dies too. I also wonder how Nihal's relationship with her would be if she hadn't died. What do you think? I have many thoughts about it and I want to discuss them with you!

Yes, I do think about Nihal’s mother! And I do think that she relates to HZU’s sickly blonde girl prototype because that prototype always has a sickly mother who died and left her daughter with congenital delicacy in Halit Ziya Uşaklıgil’s writing.

Halit Ziya’s first novel Sefile that he wrote when he was 20 years old has the prototypes of both Firdevs-Bihter and Nihal’s mother-Nihal doublings, though that novel takes place among poor sex workers instead of among rich glamorous women in seaside mansions. Both the idea of inheriting your mother’s libido and inheriting your mother’s sickliness has its roots deep in Halit Ziya’s writing.

Her being her mother’s double is a huge element of Nihal’s character. It is the first thing that we learn about Nihal and the first sentence Bihter utters in the novel:

“Bihter, without leaning forward, spoke with her lips barely moving: ‘Did you know their Mother? The girl must favour her Mother…’”

(Chapter 1)

This line foreshadows both Bihter’s similarity to her own mother and Nihal causing trouble to Bihter as a doppelgänger of her own mother. It is (imo) a brilliant piece of writing.

Also a notable parallel is the scenes of Bihter and Nihal duplicating themselves and while Bihter makes love to her reflection in the mirror in Chapter 8, Nihal’s double is both herself and her mother:

“Then, when the black, winter days poured their deathly darkness wave upon wave through her window, she would feel a chill and shiver suddenly. To die! Who knows, how beautiful it would be! But how awful… It was its very horror that was beautiful. A black hole, and she, lying there, with her wholly pallid face and yellow hair, wrapped in a white, snow white shroud, and far above, a rain falling from black skies upon the black ground, as if stroking the young girl’s grave; there, those healing tears!.. Since, in this life, she had no generous heart that would wet her yellow hair with its tears, she would find these tears in her grave. As the sky scattered its drops like a mother weeping over her daughter, slowly, heavily, her soul would drink them from the grave, this dead young girl’s colourless lips would find freshness with a happy smile. Then, who knows, perhaps through the dark paths of the graves, from the black halls hidden under the earth, a dead woman, her mother, dragging her white shroud, clawing the soil with her fingernails, would open a way, and come to her daughter so as not to leave her alone at nights, and with her lips seek out her ear among her hair, and in a quiet voice, not to be overheard by the living, would say, ‘my Nihal, my little Nihal! Only I find you justified.’ Yes, only she would find little Nihal justified.

As she sat in her room, alone, thinking about death, she would see in her mind’s eye the fresh grave of a young girl, and resting her chin on her hand, staring into space, would seem to keep vigil at the head of that grave.

If only it were possible to be thus split in two! A Nihal who was dead, kissing her mother in her grave, and another Nihal, standing at the head of the grave, with her chin in her hand, her yellow hair disheveled, her eyes open to a horizon that no mortal could discern, unmoving, living as if she were not living, a statue placed there only to weep, but alive, a grieving statue.”

(Chapter 13)

Nihal often laments her mother’s loss throughout the novel but this passage reveals that Nihal hadn’t successfully separated herself from her mother. Nihal thinks about her mother often but never thinks about specific memories with her despite her having been eight years old when she died. Nihal’s mother is more of a symbol of a figure who looks like Nihal herself and who loves Nihal unconditionally rather than an actual person who lived for Nihal.

Why is this so? Why doesn’t Nihal remember any memories with her mother despite having been eight years old when she died? Well, it might be a trauma response to her death. But it might also be because of the distance Nihal’s mother put between herself and her daughter.

Nihal might not remember any memories of her mother throughout the novel but Mademoiselle de Courton does so we know a bit about her.

“That day the invalid, no doubt sensing some hope in the old girl’s face, joyful and easeful with the innocent life she had led for fifty years, that the faces of the governesses she had seen for the last two years had not been able to make her feel, with a mournful smile and the help of her husband had said, ‘I hope Nihal will not cause you much trouble. She grew up a little spoiled, but there is a suffering in her nature that makes one forgive her more than that. I have not been able to attend to her for quite some time. And perhaps, I know not why, but fearing that she will one day be left without me, I want, as much as possible, not to see her or think of her. This means that Nihal may be considered an orphan left in your care. You will be to her more a mother than a governess…’

These words were spoken in the shaky voice of a mother afraid of leaving her child alone, rather than of dying. As she listened to Adnan Bey’s translation, Mlle de Courton, wishing to associate the patient’s spirit with the words, did not take her eyes off the ailing face over which drifted the waves of a beseeching smile.”

(Chapter 3)

In a way Nihal and her mother’s relationship had been defined by the mother’s sickliness that the daughter will inherit just like Bihter and her mother’s relationship had been defined by the mother’s sexual activity that the daughter will inherit.

We also learn that Nihal’s possessiveness has existed even when her mother was alive. She was deeply jealous of the attention her mother gave to baby Bülent.

“While she had always welcomed with joy and joyful clapping the news that they would take a baby out of her mother’s belly, after his birth, there had been a change in this joy. Earlier she had only gone to her mother’s side once a day. Now she invented every sort of petulance not to leave, not to allow an opportunity for anyone else to be busy with this new baby, to climb onto her mother’s bed and continually kiss Bülent. One week, while the child was in his mother’s room, they thought Nihal had gone mad with jealousy. After it was found necessary to separate the child from the patient’s side, and throw him in one corner of the yalı, next to Şakire Hanım, Nihal looked as if she had forgotten Bülent. They would bring the child rarely and secretly to his mother, and Bülent was only now and again seen in the house.”

(Chapter 3)

Nihal’s jealousy was so violent that it superceded the newborn Bülent’s needs and he was given to Şakire instead of his mother.

In general, not to get too sexistly psychoanalytical, but Nihal’s personality defects may have their roots in her relationship with her mother. Her mother distanced herself from her due to her illness which I think caused in Nihal a continual need to search for unconditional mother’s love. That’s why she is so possessive over her father who is a “second mother” to her. That’s why she sees “the face of a mother” in her vision just before accepting Behlül’s marriage proposal out of loneliness:

“Nihal was no longer crying, her eyes still wet, she was looking at this man who promised her these bright dreams. Such a need for love had awoken in this child’s sorrowful soul at this moment, that it filled her with a desire to listen to these murmurs of happiness for hours on end. As she listened, she was thinking of the pained disappointment of the past two years, and of the torture of that life. Then, through a strange working of her fancy, she was seeing a vague shadow that resembled the face of a mother in her thoughts.”

(Chapter 19)

What would Nihal’s relationship with her mother be like if she had lived? This is difficult to answer because Nihal’s mother was defined by her sickliness and her impending death. That’s how she is remembered by Adnan Bey himself:

“He had lived a life of comparative innocence until his thirtieth year; his greatest love affair was his marriage. Now in reminiscing, the memory of his sixteen years of marriage stretched out in the shape of a long, naked piece of desert, deprived of the cheer of even one weak daisy. These sixteen years had left memories composed only of his wife’s endless, interminable maladies. He had tried for years to save the mother of his children, who for years had battled illnesses; finally, the expected conclusion had rendered his efforts useless, and left his children thus motherless.”

(Chapter 2)

And it is also why Nihal’s mother distanced herself from her daughter. So what would it be like if she hadn’t died? I don’t know. I imagine Nihal would have a love-hate relationship with her.

I mentioned Adnan Bey being “a second mother” to Nihal, but I don’t want to reduce Nihal’s relationship with her father to just that. Nihal actually remembers memories with her father which isn’t true for her mother.

Lastly, I might say that Nihal’s sickliness might be psychosomatic and might be a result of her subconsciously emulating her legitimately physiologically sickly mother.

@pileofsith @literatureismyentirepersonality @princesssarisa

#aşk ı memnu #aşk-ı memnu #nihal #bihter #Nihal’s mother #firdevs #aşk-ı memnu asks #asks

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griefabyss69 · 8 months

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Bit of a NSFW drabble idea for the LARP Steddie: they could do a scene at a club?

Hey anon! I took some liberties with the idea of a club, mostly because there's like three ways I could interpret that. Also I don't think this is like, LARP AU canon (unless I decide later on to expand it), but it's definitely that version of those characters!

I hope this is what you wanted! I really had fun with this one, thank you so much for the request <3

[Drabble request series on ao3]

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2.9K words - Steddie - Rated: E

Contains: Public humiliation, riding crops, pain play, ball torture (with the crop only), spitting, Eddie IN LOVE, Roleplaying (cowboys!), Bondage, handcuffs, and a fade to black kind of ending otherwise I would've been writing a novel about it LMAO

Of all of the ways that Steve's pushed him before, the crazy shit he's gotten up to since the first time Steve got him on his knees, this has to be the one that he should be tapping out of before it even begins.

It's so. Public.

Safe, Steve assured him, detailing exactly how he went about it, making sure that the bar they were going to was so far underground that it's never been raided before, that it's so illegal that nobody's going to even ask him for a fake, community minded in a way that means bad actors are thrown out so people can get up to their freaky shit in peace.

Yeah, because peaceful is totally the word Eddie would use for this.

Hard metal cuffs digging into his wrists – he'd asked Steve to leave a mark on him and meant it – as he struggles against the wood column he's strung up against, the chain of the cuffs hooked up high behind the pole and over one of the low wooden beams that spans the ceiling.

He has to hold onto it, to acquiesce to his position – in life, in this bar, in Steve's hands – otherwise the handcuffs are gonna really hurt him. His feet are tied together too, boots bound behind the pole with rope around the ankles, those and his socks the only fucking stitch of clothing he's got on.

He doesn't know it makes him feel more naked or not, but his dick is way ahead of him, physically sticking out like a red beacon and also way more on board with all of this than the part of himself that houses his common sense.

The cowboy hat on Steve's head tips back as he looks up at him, surveying the outlaw he'd captured, riding crop steady in his hand as he walks around him.

Their audience – because this place of Eddie-style freaks draws people who love watching helpless men get trussed up like a fucking Halloween decoration – is watching, eager to see what he does with it.

Eddie's… scared.

In his planning Steve had practiced with the riding crop, gave Eddie all of the details on how he tested it out on his own skin as Eddie's hand had crept into his shorts to get a hand around himself, and that kind of worries him. Because Steve knows how to wield it, he's not going to hold back. He promised he wouldn't.

Steve caught him, Eddie The Bad, the outlaw cowboy who'd been causing trouble in town, and Steve The Protector was giving him his very public punishment.

The light brush of leather over his thigh makes Eddie jump, eyes flying from where they were locked onto Steve's to watch him tease the crop up to where his balls are hanging – tight and ready despite the fact that they haven't gotten to the best part yet – ghosting over them just to drive home the fact of his vulnerability.

They'd set limits, but that doesn't change the fact that Steve could do whatever he wanted. He'd never, which is why Eddie even agreed to this, but with so many eyes on him he feels like he's truly at everyone's mercy.

Meeting the staff earlier had been interesting. They'd been fully dressed, normal, themselves, as they went over things with the bouncer and security and the bartenders. Steve had apparently been planning this for like three weeks, a lot of secret phone calls, letting the staff in on things that Eddie has no idea about.

The smirk the bouncer had given him, the "good luck!" he'd called as they headed in to set the scene, had not made him feel very confident.

But despite what he's cultivated his whole life, tonight isn't about being confident, about impressing anyone. It's about obeying, about fictional atonement, about mutual gratification through breaking him so far out of his comfort zone he thinks he's landed on mars.

His dick gives a heavy throb as he struggles again, trying to stay in character so he doesn't just attempt to get some friction from the crop.

Steve laughs, deep and beautiful, mocking him. His usually sweet smile is twisted into something that lights up further every time Eddie shows a sign of distress, and he wonders if the audience can tell that he's so fucking in love with him.

"Alright tough guy," Steve says, not bothering with a shitty western accent. "Can you count to one hundred?"

No fucking way is he hitting him with that thing a hundred times.

Eddie swallows hard, ice water fear trickling into his veins, and he widens his eyes at Steve, forgetting to look defiant for a moment. He's sure he just looks like a panicking loser, but a riding crop hurts, he's never even been had his ass slapped that much with a soft hand before.

"What? You can't? You can rob people of a thousand coins but you can't even count them?"

Steve brings the crop back up to his balls, toying with him, all cat-and-mouse about it as he gives them a light tap. It doesn't hurt, but Eddie still flinches.

"And you're not even gonna answer me? That's pretty rude, tough guy."

Eddie screws his face up into the evil villain frown he usually employs in way more G rated situations, gathering spit in his mouth. He has to aim carefully, doesn't want to get the borrowed cowboy hat dirty, but he's good enough with it, spits on Steve's flannel shirt, right over where his heart is.

How romantic.

Steve slowly looks down at it, his hat almost covering how he's fighting the twitch at the corner of his mouth, Jesus. Eddie really didn't think that would make him have to fight against laughter.

"You son of a bitch," he says like a threat, head whipping back up to glare at him. "Screw counting, I'm gonna have you here until the sun comes up, and then I'm gonna leave you for the folk you stole from, and they're gonna have you until I get back at sunset."

He twirls the crop in his hands like it's not long and unwieldy, and then whips the head of it smartly into Eddie's thigh.

He didn't really expect to be broken into a moan so fucking quickly, but the intention to curse at him drowns under the way his whole body tries to roll into the pain.

There's a few whispers in the crowd, most likely talking about how he’s a slut for the pain, how they either expected that or not, and Steve smirks, nailing him in the exact same spot as the first time.

That fucking hurts and he hisses, fingers clenching into the wood of the beam above him, bracing himself through the initial pain of it.

"Fuck. You!" He yells, knowing that all Steve will hear is a beg for more.

"As if I'd ever let you inside of me," Steve says, bringing the crop down on the inside of his other thigh, eyes sparkling in the incandescent lighting as Eddie gasps.

He's not sure he'd be able to describe the feeling he has now, a mountain made up of so many different layers of things that should be their own mountains, as big as they are.

Love and humiliation are locked in a fierce battle, while pain and pleasure have linked arms to mess with his head. Then of course there's the feeling of joy he gets whenever he gets to take something like this seriously, the drama and creativity of it forming summits of fun. A sprinkle of the little pride he has left feebly dusts the tops of it all, quickly melting away with each new smack of the crop.

Later he'll feel even more, when Steve rescues him from Evil Steve, Steve Who Wields This Fucking Weapon and Also Undressed Him In Front of Like Thirty People. Appreciation and exhaustion and the soreness that tells him he's going to wake up feeling both super well rested and hard as nails.

But for now he has to endure the way that he overhears someone pointing out how much his dick is leaking, pre-cum dripping in humiliating rivulets down the big vein in his cock to get his balls all wet, has to endure Steve reaching up to whip him right in the nipple, hard enough he's going to feel it against his shirt all day tomorrow.

He has to endure how loudly he moans, how he almost cums even though Steve's usually the one with the sensitive nipples, how if he doesn't try to keep his attention focused on Steve or on the ceiling, everyone's eyes feel like they're seeing deeply into him, and it's bad enough his skin is bared for everyone, but for them to read how much he loves it too?

The crop caresses his face before there's a quick-soft-glance of a whip over the head of his dick.

"No!" He yells, gasping as his hips buck forward, chasing after the pain. "Fuck!"

Steve laughs, as mean and beautiful as always, his cheeks a little flushed under the shadow of the hat. Getting to see him like this, all put together in a proper costume, having so much fun with roleplaying in public, it makes him fall even harder than ever.

They haven't even broached the topic of a date, or making this something between partners and not friends who do freaky shit together, but Eddie's been finding himself daydreaming about illegal backyard weddings for a while now.

The riding crop rips his attention away from the curve of Steve's mouth when it slaps up into his balls, hard.

There's a sound that must come out of him, broken like the craggy rocks of Mount Humiliation, the pain causing lights to sparkle in his eyes as he looks across the expanse of his reality and finds that his existence really fucking hurts.

"Are you going to comply with me now?" Steve asks, leaning back against a table, hip cocked all pliant and easy.

This is just another day of tormenting bad guys, for him.

Eddie shakes his head no, can't trust he'll open his mouth and anything better than drool will come out, though once he has control of his muscles again he might use it.

"Guess I'll do it some more," Steve says, twirling the crop again.

The head of it shines dimly in the light, Eddie's pre-cum on it.

It's a stark reminder of his aching dick, pulsing so hard that it defeats the entire scientific concept of gravity.

Steve straightens up slowly, and Eddie sees people watching him, interested in the tilt of his hips as he walks back up to him, and. He's not possessive, and maybe it's a relief to have less of the sharp gazes assessing every inch of him and how horny he’s gotten, but he knows that he'd hate it if Steve paid them any attention.

They just don't know him like Eddie does, their mouths wouldn't fit over him like his does, their hands are all wrong. He knows that without seeing them.

Steve doesn't even notice them, though. Eddie's getting all weird about it for no reason, wedding bells chiming in the back of his mind even as he sees the crop – practically in slow motion – headed towards his balls again and all he can do is tighten up and brace himself.

Except…

Steve pulls back at the last second, the only thing touching him is the air, and Eddie thinks he might cum too early just from the sheer relief.

He sags, blowing out a breath, letting the handcuffs hold him up for a second to give his hands a break.

"I'm not that predictable," Steve says, and smacks the crop into his one of his sore thighs.

It still hurts, but after the rolling tsunami of pain from his balls, visceral enough to wind him, it's practically a loving caress. He groans, lets his legs shake as he rolls his body forward, seeking out the sensation of it.

"I'm also not that kind, either," Steve says and -

Fuck.

There it is.

It hurts so badly this time that he blacks out for a moment, teeth clenched so hard that spit drips out of the corners of his mouth, his abs clenched in a too-late brace against the pain that has his brain tricked for a moment, made him think he's cumming.

He's not, there's no orgasm, it's all just the agony of his throbbing balls, of the tears welling up in his eyes and spilling out, no chance to try to blink them away to save whatever minuscule amount of pride he has left. There it is, melted right off the mountain by the hot rays of Steve, rivers of it trickling down to drip off of the end of his jaw.

Steve's eyes look black under the shadow of his hat, big and beautiful but wicked, the sadism Eddie never thought he'd love seeing anywhere but in the mirror spearing him right through the heart.

He'd give it over in his own heartbeat, still pumping on a leather platter, tied up with his handcuffs and rope, if that's what Steve wanted. If he planned carefully for three weeks and broached the subject only after clearing the idea with a literal team of people staffing the venue where he wanted to sink his teeth into it.

"Yeah, you thought you could take it, huh tough guy?" Steve asks, tapping the crop firmly against one of his cheeks, mixing pre-cum and tears together. "Give up yet?"

Eddie shakes his head, feeling a bit dizzy but not weak, still good to go if he wants.

And fuck, he hates himself for it, but he wants it so badly at the same time. He's been knocked down several pegs in the past few months, what's another one?

So, of fucking course, he wants it.

"Never met someone who had to rely on torturing someone's ball sack to scrape out a victory," he says, and spits on him again, getting it right on his mouth.

Steve goes still, and quiet. The twitch of laughter isn't there like before, this time he slowly wipes the spit off, every inch of movement broadcasting the danger of a snake about to strike. Eddie's dick throbs hard, greedy.

"There's going to be nothing left to torture when I'm done with you," Steve hisses, prodding his chin with the end of the crop. "You're going to regret ever stepping foot in this town."

Eddie thinks that if he's not careful he'll start to melt right out of his skin, letting the hard nudge of the braided leather guide his head upwards, baring his throat for everyone.

"Can't wait," he says, his voice strained and dry.

Steve watches him for a minute, taking him in, maybe giving him another moment to rest before he starts again, kicking it off with a hard flick to the tip of his dick.

He groans, his eyes squeezing shut against the sharp pain even though he's trying to find Steve's hand again, wanting to press up against him.

"It's like you want me to do this to you," Steve says, flicking him again.

His eyes roll back, his hips roll forward, he's… yeah. He does.

"Maybe you should shut up or make good on your threats, Pretty Boy," he says, dredging up a smirk through the haze of intensity that grips at him.

Steve laughs, smacks the crop against the same nipple as before, and flicks his dick again. It's a heady combination, has him writhing against the ropes holding his ankles together, his calves squeezing around the wooden column.

"Maybe I should punish you by leaving you here," Steve says, stepping back a few paces, twirling the crop in his hands again. "Do you think anybody would take pity on you? Cut you loose? Maybe smack your cock around, since you love it so much?"

Eddie catches himself before he begs him to stay, just stares for a minute as he tries to think of something to say that isn't so incriminating. He knows he was technically defeated before they even walked in here, that's how they planned this would go, but he's been fighting against it the whole time. It doesn't make sense to give in yet, especially not if it reinforces the idea of Steve threatening to leave him in order to get what he wants. Even if it's just acting.

"It would be a soothing balm to my sorry eyes if you walked on out of here," he says, making it obvious that he's starting to gather more spit.

Steve's eyes flick to his mouth, sharp like the whip they'd vetoed last month, and in one fluid movement so graceful it has Eddie impressed in the split second of brainpower he gets to have, he takes two prowling steps forward and hammers the crop against his balls again.

Eddie goes somewhere for a moment, brain stuttering on the image of Steve's arm, crop in hand, flying through the air, blackened pain shot through with exploding lights, his bones maybe starting to disintegrate with the feeling, and he thinks this must be what all of those romantic comedies are about. The kiss so good it sets off fireworks in your skull, rattles love deep into your spinal cord until you'd do anything to get more of it.

His eyelids struggle when he opens them, but he's glad he does, catching the worried furrow of Steve's brow, the alert way he stands tall and strong, waiting on him.

"Harder," he croaks out, and spits on Steve's shoe.

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angie-j-kay · 3 months

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OC in Fifteen, doubling as a Snippet Sunday because I AM TIRED.

I'm sneaking into @k--havok's open tag, and tagging @dyrewrites and @doublegoblin. Also leaving an OPEN TAG FOR EVERYONE as well. :D

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Writing for Agent Bethany Larson, FBI. We'll meet her in Chapter Six, I believe.

"Well, the fellow at the desk called me 'Missy,'" she shrugged. "I showed him my badge and everything, and all Officer White did was grumble about how 'first Nelson let the perp go, now the feds are here effing things up.' Only that wasn't the word he used. I don't like that kind of language. Besides, I didn't get this far by not being curious."

"Yes, that's a lovely thing to say in front of the FBI agent, Chief Perkins. Great job. Now could you give him the keys before you write up his dismissal paperwork? For some reason, I just don't trust you to give me the right evidence."

"To be fair, anything that can shred a man without leaving any signs of forced entry is probably outside of your weight class."

"Ever get a really bad feeling about something?"

"She's gone, glitter or no."

"That's not mildew in the bathtub ... that's blood residue or I'm Martha Washington."

"... if you're not here to kill [SPOILER] then... I really don't know why you're here.”

"...I take it you were responsible for that, Little Miss Arson?”

“You picked a heck of a damsel to play shining knight to"

10.

“This isn't about one person's job, you know? There are things out there, very real things that could cause a lot of death and destruction if they wanted to. You cops couldn't handle it. The army probably couldn't handle them either, some of the things I've dealt with... Demons, monsters, cultists. That one in ten case I investigate, I wasn't kidding when I said you needed a stiff drink afterwards.”

11.

“It's pretty far off, don't you think?” Miller cocked her head sideways at the church. “If you want help from a higher power, though, we've got the time.”

12.

“Get your danged gun, Rutledge!”

13.

“Good guys do not dismember people, Rutledge!” Miller yelled back. “I shouldn't have to tell you this!”

14.

“Son, I drop this gun and your mole escapes!” she called back. “Now why don't you go radio your boss and tell him I have the genius who burned down [SPOILER]'s office, hm? ... Can you do it fast, please? This one's got kind of a foul mouth on her!”

15.

“A peace offering, that's all.” Miller dismissed him with a small hand wave. “You've got bigger problems, [SPOILER], and I think you've already lost people to that problem. Now, I also think that young lady in there knows more about this murderer than she wants to tell me. She might tell you.”

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rowanmgrey-author · 9 months

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Writer Q&A Tag Game

Thanks to @mthollowell-writes for the tag! Find their original post here.

1)What motivates you to write?

Mostly reading fantastic stories and becoming inspired with ideas about my own work. Also the people in my life like my sister who is also a writer; her vivid words inspire me all the time. I am also heavily motivated by my love of my characters, and a little bit of my guilt that I have not finished one of my novels (the first one) that I have been writing for soooo long.

2) A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

Shared my own work from Bloodlines.

Every day she fought the wolf for control. Every day to stop herself from hurting anyone. The wolf was the worst, most animal parts of her, and most of those dark parts wanted nothing more than vengeance. To cause the chaos and suffering done to her. Before Eron and her suspension from The Order three years ago, that’s what she did. The wolf that now sulked beneath her flesh missed the blood. Every day it tried to take control, to turn her back into a monster.

3) Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

Jackal Bellare from my WIP Bloodlines. He is always my answer because he is just so fun to write. He is that character that came fully formed. Nothing to change, nothing to define, he just appeared. He is a smartass, deceptive and manipulative. He at first is very selfish because he was forced to grow up fast and was abused by his father for many years. He pushed him to achieve his own goals and basically taught Jackal that no one would love him, not even his own family. So he grew up thinking he couldn't trust anyone and that everyone he met would be angling for something. He is also ridiculously powerful as a demon and can be impatient and even petulant. And he's classist too, thinking he's better than anyone who's not at his power-level. These are all fairly awful traits, but I love him still because I know the depths of his character and that all he truly wants is friends that he can trust, a surrogate family that actually gives a shit about him.

4) What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

I love the discovery/investigation phase best I think. Imagining the world and then researching and defining what I need to. I love to learn new things, and I always do in that stage.

5) What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

I would say action scenes and dialogue are my greatest strengths. I can plot as well, but I am more of a character focused writer so most of the plots are pretty simple in concept and execution. I am also not too shabby with the NSFW scenes, but I don't write detailed smut. It's not my thing anymore.

6) What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

Doing tag games! no really. I love answering questions and seeing other's posts about this stuff. I also just appreciate the vibes, everyone is very friendly and inclusive and it's refreshing.

7) A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

Microsoft Word has always been my go to. I really appreciate the formatting and how easy everything is. It's also great for editing. I have also used fighter's block to help me reach my goals in a fun way.

8) A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I would say Pandemonium from my novel Bloodlines. This is the planet where demons live. I really just like the lore I have built around demons in general because they are inspired by lots of things but not tied to any real-world religions or mythology. Also in that story one of the types of demons are dragons (Draconem) and they have the power to shapeshift from their real form (dragon) to a human, and change their mass even. There are also these garbage disposal-like demons that have no heads and a mouth on their chest. These are heavily inspired by Blemmyes. I even have a separate dominion for Hell, which in my series is unusually referred to as Gehenna. The realm is a prison obviously, but instead of one place, or several levels like the circles, each Hell is a separate dimension governed by Warden that has a particular specially for punishment. I also have demons that are kind of like Valkyries, they are basically the law enforcement and are super scary even to other types of demons because they can make you tell the truth just by looking into your eyes. There are Demon Kings (which in my novels is a non-gender term, just go with it) and each one has a different rank and they serve as military leaders as well. They also have cool titles, like King of Slaughter (he's the war general and most powerful warrior). I could go on for ages. I spent a lot of time on the lore around demons because originally the novels were going to take place there exclusively and the main character was a Demon King.

9) What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

I usually step away for a bit, and look at it again later. Sometimes it sparks new ideas and even makes me appreciate what I have already. I would really just advise that you don't be too hard on yourself. It's better to go slower and work smarter, so you don't burn out and end up in an uninspired state of procrastination. Goals are important too, but don't compare yourself to other writers. Make goals you know you can achieve and set times and make space to work.

10) Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters:

Obviously @dyrewrites needs to be first. She is my sister and was the one that got me on writeblr in the first place. And what an amazing community! I haven't been here long, but I can say that I get a lot of attention and really cool asks from these amazing people:

@stesierra - @aziz-reads - @digital-chance - @mthollowell-writes - @quantumlandbooks - @anonymousfoz - @another-white-hole @inkytealeafwriting - @schepper-wubs-wips - @hottubraccoon

You all are lovely people and if you want to join in on this tag please do.

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teodoraioana221 · 4 months

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(Posting this one here, ‘cause it has a few short OC trivia moments, if you're curious)

I was tagged by @eve-to-adam, so here we go! It might get long, so buckle up for the ride. 😂

1. How many works do you have?

I couldn't tell you a number, because I've had multiple stories over the years. Some were short comics for semester projects I had to do back in uni, others were WIPs I started and abandoned, others are ongoing personal storytelling projects I'm working on at the moment.

2. What fandoms do you write for?

I don’t really write for any fandom right now, I prefer to focus on my own, original stories and OCs. But I wouldn’t put that idea past me entirely, with the way my hyperfixations work, you just never know. 😂

3. What are your top 5 stories by kudos?

I don't really want to make a top, but some of my favorites include a few short stories I wrote for Project Paranormal, which is a shared universe I'm co-creating with Andreea (@eve-to-adam) and about which I'll be talking about at Question 9.

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely I do! I even went to war with the “promote it on ->” bots on Instagram at one point, by replying with passive-aggressive comments, so. 🤣 Jokes aside, people who take their time to interact with my work and express their support mean the world to me, and I’m incredibly grateful to have them around. And those who even come back regularly? You deserve the world and I love ya 🥹✨

5. What’s the story you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm… Depends what you'd consider “angsty”. I guess one that could count would be a short, horror graphic novel I've done for uni. One of the main characters dies, while the other ends up in a mental institution, unsure whether the previous events truly happened or not, but haunted by some… otherworldly things that tend to suggest everything has, in fact, happened. I wouldn't necessarily see it as angsty per se, because that was never the aim when I wrote that ending, but it’s the only one I could think of.

6. What’s the story you wrote with the happiest ending?

Do on-going storylines whose development I know, count? Whatever, I’ll pretend they count. 🤣

I would say one of the happiest ones would be Hubert and Dolly's relationship (two of my OCs from Project Paranormal). Even though they didn't start on the best of terms, they ended up progressively discovering they actually... enjoyed each other's company, once they started chatting like, you know, normal people who weren't looking for a silly argument just for the sake of it. Because that's what they were doing in the beginning; their personalities clashed in a way that turned all their encounters into a match of "who annoys who first". To the point where they couldn't even remember what was the precise starting point of that whole thing. 😂 But then, little by little, once they started opening up, they both fell for each other pretty damn hard. Their relationship was obviously not gonna be without any hardship, because they both had their own flaws and things to work through (especially Hubert), but they found a tremendous amount of love and support in each other. They realized they simply… get each other, you know, on a level they couldn’t have anticipated, but which was there to last for a lifetime! So yeah, they’re definitely getting their happy ending. :D

7. Do you get hate on stories?

Not that I’m aware of. And even if I did, I wouldn’t… really care that much? ‘Cause I’m not writing for them haters, lemme tell you. 😂

8. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I like to depict sex and intimacy in my stories, so yeah, my writing kinda covers that stuff too. I usually prefer to go with the flow in those instances and see where the scene is taking me, in terms of description. Whether it’s gonna get more explicit or it’s gonna be a “fade to black” thing, depends entirely on the moment itself. I also like to be as character-centered as possible in my approach (which applies to every aspect of my storytelling, for that matter). I wanna take into consideration each character’s relationship with sex and intimacy, when I’m describing them; slight nuances to convey the moment in the same way each character is experiencing it, you know. What things they like, how they like them, how they communicate with partners etc. Like, take Delicia for example (my OC from Project Paranormal): she’s an experienced gal who likes to be creative in the bedroom (and outside) and is slightly more into the rough side of physical love, so depictions might get more blunt and slightly more explicit in her case. But at the same time, it wasn’t always like that, was it? Because she, like everyone else, had her own starting point, her own journey with intimacy and self discovery. And I want to capture that feeling as I’m writing her character. I want to capture that feeling with all of my OCs; I’m always trying my best to write as naturally as I can, to make the story really feel as if it’s a close look into one’s life and experiences. The spicy scenes are no exception to that! :D Now, whether I’m successful in this approach or not, is a completely different topic, but that’s beside the point. 😂

9. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not necessarily, but I do have one ongoing storytelling project that could technically count. It's a shared universe I'm co-creating with my friend, Andreea (@eve-to-adam). For the sake of this post I code named it “Project Paranormal” because it pops up for some other questions.

It's basically a story that revolves around two main families (Marlowe, written and created by me, and Elkins, written and created by Andreea) and their lives, as well as extra folks like friends, lovers, their pets etc. It's a romance meets supernatural (there are ghosts, ghouls n’ curses) meets historical fiction (it spans over the entire 20th century and goes until present day) meets drama type of story, with slice of life sprinkled all over. The slice of life aspect is kinda my favourite, because I generally enjoy writing the everyday experiences of my characters, those that don't necessarily tie into a specific plot point; like some sort of a “fly on the wall” approach. The story has a main plot, of course, and a main timeline of events, but under that we're essentially having fun with all sorts of storylines and moments. Right now I would say it's an open format story/universe, meaning we're drawing/writing different out-of-order parts and tidbits, but ultimately they all tie into that main timeline and plot we've set. So, at the end of the day, the story can always be put together chronologically, into a graphic novel type of format.

Ah shit, I almost forgot. The “crazy” bit about it (Andreea mentioned it in her own post as well) is that it all kinda started from a bunch of sims we created in Sims 4 one day. We were simply chatting and having a laugh about it and then we went “🤨…🤔” and bam! here we are today, with a bunch of Marlowe and Elkins generations and their storylines. 😂 ❤️

10. Have you ever had a story stolen?

Either I haven't OR the thief is hiding exceptionally well, I can’t tell. 😂

11. Have you ever had a story translated?

Does self translation count? 😂 If so, then yeah. I usually write in my native language, but I translate into English once I decide to post some of it online. The funny thing is, the English translation actually improves the writing in some cases (specifically the dialogues!), because I have some English, Irish and Scottish peeps amongst my OCs, and in their case I can play with things like slang, accents, cussing etc, which gives a more natural vibe to their conversations (and is kinda fun to work on).

12. Have you ever co-written a story before?

I’m currently doing that with Project Paranormal (see Question 9)! :D

13. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

— Aragorn&Arwen from The Lord of The Rings, always! They're probably one of my oldest ships, too, and they will always hold that special place in my heart. Aaand they’re definitely the reason why, to this day, I have a big thing for elf+human couples in fiction. XD

— Bill&Frank from The Last Of Us (show version), because people finding their lil’ corner of love and happiness in a dying world?? Hell yes, all the yes! 🥺

14. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Hmm… There is this one fantasy story I've been trying to put together for the past 2 years or so, but at the moment I kind of lost my passion for it. I tried to rethink and revive it in 2023 and it worked for a while, but ultimately I put it back on the shelf again, at least for now. In a way I wish I will regain that passion to continue, because I have some characters there whose stories I'd still like to tell, but right now I don't see it happening. Besides, I have other story ideas I want to test (and possibly pursue) right now. But who knows? Maybe one day?

15. What are your writing strengths?

Okay I totally suck at identifying my own strengths, lmao. 😂 But let's give it a try. I would like to think I'm good at allowing my characters to shape the language I'm writing with, instead of me shaping the language for them. I always love when, in literature, dialogues sound like things people would say in real life, or when the writing imitates the manner of speech people use on a daily basis (one of the reasons why I like Stephen King’s writing style, for example). I strike to achieve the same in my stories, so I give my OCs the freedom of talking in their own, individual ways.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

I tend to write too slowly for my own liking. I'm also a bit of a scatterbrained type of writer; let's say I write a certain scene, when suddenly I wanna jump to a totally different one. Nothing wrong with that, of course! But in my case, at the end of the day, I either end up in a writer’s void and I can't write for either scene anymore, OR I constantly switch back and forth between them and I can't concentrate on either one. Sucks to be me sometimes. 😅 But I'm trying to improve this in myself, so let's hope for the best!

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a story?

It’s a pretty cool thing and I like seeing it in stories. It's a concept I'd like to play with, too. For example, some of my characters from Project Paranormal have Portuguese ancestry and speak the language: Delicia was taught by her mum, Dolly, and by grandpa Thomas (Dolly's father). I'd like to think Dolly and her lil’ lass would frequently switch to chatting in Portuguese, during Delicia's formative years, which helped her learn the language and become fluent (and later on in life, Delicia will do the same with her own daughter). So, naturally, I'd love to have at least a glimpse of those conversations in the story as well! :D However, I will have to rely on the mighty internet to help me with that, because I don't know any Portuguese. XD

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Ooooh, you’re digging up very old memories with that one. I think the first fandom I ever attempted to write for was InuYasha, an anime I watched and enjoyed back in the day, when I was a bit more into the anime scene. But you can imagine how that went, considering I was like 12 years old or something like that. 😂

19. Favourite story you’ve ever written?

The most recent one I did. It's called “By The Alley” and it's a short story from Project Paranormal that features two of my OCs: Hubert and Paddy. I like the story flow I managed to capture there and I feel like I'm finally finding my writer voice, so to speak. I also had a lot of fun writing their dialogues! Both Hubert and Paddy were born and raised in Leeds, West Yorkshire (although Paddy has Irish heritage) and they are “raised by the streets” kinda guys. The way they speak reflects that pretty well, so I had fun trying to put some of those nuances in their speech. And the cussing, I loved writing the cussing. I discovered this to be a very odd pleasure of mine, writing people who curse. 😂 And Hubert's definitely the right person for that, because the man has no filter whatsoever (with Delicia being a close second – like father, like daughter, am I right?). 😂

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That's it! If you actually made it this far, have a cookie and a beer: 🍪🍺

…along with my undying gratitude, of course! 😂🫶🏻

I will tag: @theeuropeanidiotverse and whoever else wants to join! No pressure whatsoever, though! <3

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Hello!! I love how we are all hoping that Jordan brings back the podcast, i need those two besties back so badly. I feel like they have so much stuff they could talk about especially now with the strikes, it’d be fun to hear their take on it. I am honestly not ready for him to find out how the filming and the aftermath of the show was on Gale and Randy. I know he’s gonna lose his shit to find out how some people were towards them (especially since his idea of Gale in his head is obviously different and in his mind Gale and Randy are bffs like how he is with his friends.) but also i think he will be shocked to find out they both kind of stepped back from the show and had certain issues with it. He did storm in my room randomly today and went ‘IS THAT WHY THERE WAS LESS SEX STUFF?!’ Which btw it was 10 am when he did that, I barely knew i was awake. Basically he was up almost all night thinking about the finale and the podcast (he is once again that conspiracy meme) and he realized in later seasons there’s less sex scenes and now he is distraught that maybe it’s because Randy was uncomfortable. He was having an entire crisis over it. While I don’t know what all i will show him/what he’ll see on his own (i wanna show him bts content and like obviously anything else i can find) but i will be keeping con videos/posts FAR away from him because some of those are the worst things ive ever seen in my life, no offense to anyone. I will say, If you or anyone has any ideas what else I should show him, let me know because he has been losing his mind begging me to let him listen to more of the podcast.

As for our mom, i swear that woman is actually pretty chaotic herself but unlike my brother she hides it better. Both of our parents are insane but for some reason only he doesn’t even make an effort to hide it. She did get a long email sent to her by my brother because she was ignoring his calls and he wanted to talk about s4 finale. It was titled ‘IMPORTANT! NOTHING TO DO WITH THE SHOW’ and then it was almost a short novel about the show.. He wanted to hear her thoughts since he is still undecided about Justin not saying yes to moving in. And he wrote a little bit about the podcast and he also asked her if she thinks Randy would like him if they met (clearly he is feeling a certain way about this) which caused a different crisis, a much bigger one: would Gale like him if they met. That crisis lasted almost 2 hours btw. Anyway as a reply to the email she just forwarded it to our dad who forwarded it back to me to tell me to ‘change the wifi password.’ And then I immediately got a call from my mom about the podcast asking me if it’s about the show and how he already has enough weird hobbies and why can’t I get him into something normal like a pottery group or painting group or something with normal people around. And then I heard in the background our uncle who went ‘after all the stories about him talking to DOCTORS, you want to unleash him on a person who is not medically trained?’ So he is now being encouraged to stay home and watch tv. Also: he is currently talking to his best friend about the finale, while writing down mind maps and lists of what he thinks season 5 will be. He’s having a bit of issues with it because the LA offer apparently fucked quite a lot of things up for him so his original list no longer makes sense. He is also talking to him at the same time (he’s jumping from topic to topic) about Gale and how shocked he was that Randy didn’t enjoy the qaf fame. I don’t know how this became my life. More importantly I would just like to say: i cannot wait for your new fic! I mean your last fic got us here so I can’t wait to see what happens next. But also bearded Brian>>

The podcast talking about the strikes would be amazing! I was hoping we would get a Barbie movie episode but alas. I really want to hear the besties talk about Greta Gerwig.

I have never seen the con clips and I’m grateful. I have too much secondhand embarrassment to sit through that boundary-crossing behavior and invasive questions.

I LOVE that your parents were like “change the wifi password” and uncle was like “unleash him into the world?” and they responded “jk never mind.”

I personally think Gale and Randy are still friends but we would never know with the one proof of life per year Gale gives us and Randy being tightlipped about his time on the show.

Wait until your brother realizes that one of Randy’s partner’s is named Justin (or is that the kid? either way there’s a Justin!)

I am dreading his reaction to S5 but we all watched it so he must as well…

And, yes, bearded Brian >>>

BUT I saw your request at the top - folks let’s start to pull together a post-S5 education for all necessary BTS for Brother Anon to fully understand QAF! In box me or comment on this post.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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grayzeppelin281 · 1 year

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Okay, here are the few questions I have for your latest emoji asking...

1.💥

2.🏷️

3.🥳

4.🎬 Especially the casting of Phantom(Mingling)

-honestly, I thought she was a lot similar to Bellatrix Lestrange...so the same actor would be a good cast?

I also had a question about the relationships (cough romantic cough ..) between the characters. But decided to ask later because It would be too long. So, would it be okay for you if I ask about them seperately later?

Also P.S: If you have any questions or things curious about me ...feel free to ask!

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

If I could change one thing for the canon, I would like something that the third movie could have done better, the way I hear most pandoms used to enjoy, but did later find the plot a bit rushed and had the film become light rather than too dark like KFP 2 did. What I wished to play out in the story was to expand Kai's background story.

Listen. We all know Oogway's story of how he met his yak brother in the war 500 years ago; the two brothers became the most badass warlords who fought battles and bonded their armies together until Kai turned back against him because of Oogway's change and his chi power, he claimed souls for strength, went too close to the sun.

Kai did say to the Jade Palace masters that he loved Oogway like a brother, and he betrayed him. If there's something that the plothole needs to fill, I want to know why did Oogway betray him for? There must be a reason that caused their brotherhood/friendship to fragment during their warlord days before Kai turned evil, and I want to know more!

I wish there was more to reveal that Kai discovered something to steal their chi. And. . . hear me on this one. . .

Kai's jombies steal masters, one by one. 95 minutes weren't enough, and I prefer to have around 2hrs and 30mins, maybe closer to 3hrs (if you are Peter Jackson or Zack Snyder), because the Dragon Warrior is dealing with the unknown beast from the Spirit Realm who took his friends, and his family, building several tensions with a few twists and turns before Po can discover what he can do to defeat Kai the hard way.

There are plenty of fic stories that feature Kai (including mine, too!) and a comic I found. Those books introduce Kai and Oogway during their warlord days and have background stories. I'll reblog with links, and @amateraponzu 's comic fic Wish Upon the Stars on Tumblr.

🏷 (hopefully, this is the tag emote I found) Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

Not really. I have yet to search for any fics to catch my eye; I would like to read anything interesting from old fics when I was stuck writing my fanfic series. But of course, reminding me of the tags (stories), I need to catch up with other fics, like @shootbangdang 's The Vale, @mastrrt 's To the Weeping River, and Drags's Mongol fic Winds of Change. All three fics are from FanFiction, and they are worth timing to read!

(Drags! You are the stupendous author, and I must say your fic is well written to see Po, Tigress, and Crane head to Mongolia and grab the secret weapon before anyone gets it! The characters (your OCs too), action scenes, your writing, my lord!)

While I am having a break from writing a sequel book for now, only to start editing my two novels, I highly recommend reading Drags's fic first, Righteous Flame. That goes for all pandoms! His book is stellar.

🥳 Why did you start writing fanfic?

There are reasons why I started a fic. I wanted to start writing because it's part of my hobby. Not only a hobby that I would like to be an author of someday (if I could make my own Narnia/Lord of the Rings/Game of Thrones worldbuilding with my polar bear character), I write for those who I love and friendships irl. Friends of mine who I am with from high school and Wing Chun class, and families of mine who I grew up with and raised together.

My first book had me write for my mates and my master from the Wing Chun class. Dedicated to building a kung fu panda fic after I watched KFP 3, I started writing for my real-life companions. It was a rough start to begin there without planning to build a structure (yeah, I was a noob writer), but I could have created layers before I must write. Two years later, I knew where to end my first book. And later on, worldbuilding is the most challenging one for my fic series.

Not a simple task for my fic to name cities, countries, etc., but I'll leave notes on what places have instead of losing puzzle pieces. And trust me, when you plan to write a giant fic, make a plan, build structures with one stone at a time, create vivid characters, and develop tensions. All books should have conflicts featuring a hero and villain. Make your villains play an unfair game! Make your hero's journey and have his struggles to see challenges before achieving success!

Writing is not easy. And it still feels like it, but it rewards you for accomplishments. Even when you finish the book, always edit your first drafts, build some details, and fill in plotholes.

🎬 If a movie or a show were based on your fic, which fic you'd you choose, and who would you fan cast?

A show can be promising for the Mightiest Warriors Series because there are depths and interesting characters to know more about. A movie makes it simple around 2 to 3 hours (depending) for the story, but it might have a few plotholes if my fanfic series would be based on.

Now, I like how you picked my most menacing villain, Mingling. She deserves to have an actress voicing the black bear. Her personality blends with three major characters that I was inspired by, making the most dangerous antagonist so far.

The Wicked Witch of the West (Wizard of Oz)

Marisa Coulter (His Dark Materials)

Cersei Lannister (Game of Thrones)

*Now I like what you first thought of Bellatrix Lestrange from Harry Potter, so that's a huge BONUS for my wildest child because Mingling fits in insanity!*

Ahem! How will I like to pick the actress? Her character's favorite color is purple (more like a royal, but I prefer her to go aggressive and extremely menacing, like Lord Shen), so my top picks are. . .

Lena Headey (Cersei Lannister). She can play out the gruesome character who cares for ruling and satisfaction to attempt to succeed in her vengeance. Compared to what she becomes lethal, Cersei loves her brother. No one else but him. With that sibling relationship, I think of Mingling fonding my bovine character Huoju. Lena Headey can play out her villainous role.

Ruth Wilson (Marisa Coulter). Oh my!!! If you have seen her in the show His Dark Materials (based on the trilogy novel), please. . . do not test her! Knowing what she does to love her daughter but lacks her parental type, she's brilliant, ruthless, and daring. Bringing Ruth in will fill my bear's affection for Mingling's only mate Huoju, and to be frank, like I mentioned the bear's revenge, she will not be stopped, despite her hostility and anger did startle a few characters of mine.

Just look at her! Ain't she a beauty? Now, look how gruesome she can be in the show. . .

Despite how serious Ruth Wilson's character is in His Dark Materials, oh boy!! Imagine you are a child, and you see Mrs. Coulter's smile and fierce eyes; she looks right at you before she can scare you. As I said, please, for the love of the heavens, do not test her! Ruth Wilson is perfect for a villain role!

PHEW! Lots of questions I answered. Thank you for these emotes, Righteous Flames! I'll be back for some fic links whenever I tag you!

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