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Suddenly Last Summer by @disgruntledkittenface
Larry | Explicit | 44k
Louis is bored, rich and lonely. He has no reason to expect that this summer in the Hamptons with his friends will be different from any other – until he meets Harry. Suddenly he has someone who listens to him and cares about what he thinks. Someone who really sees him. But their happily ever after is forever marred by an incident at a party during Labor Day weekend, and Louis is left with a choice to make.
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#hlcreators#hlficlibrary#thelarriefics#tracksintheam#hljournal#disgruntled fics#an american tragedy au
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today’s ao3 experience
#homegrown meme farm to table courtesy of me seeing a 7k fic honest 2 god tagged slow burn#not even disgruntled just baffled tbh#ao3#joy do u think im funny
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Ok well i had the brief thought “what about an ER nurse Eddie au?” and then this popped fully formed into existence so fuck it Friday pt 2.. warnings for smoking and vague references to critically injured kids
“That doesn’t seem very healthy.”
Smoke curls up from the cigarette held loosely in Eddie’s hand. “It’s not, particularly.”
Buck’s hands are in his pockets as he strolls away from the glass doors out into the ambulance bay where Eddie is doing the mature, professional equivalent of playing hide and seek. He comes to a stop barely a foot or two away from where Eddie leans against grimy concrete. “Didn’t know you were a smoker.”
“I’m not,” Eddie sighs, “Particularly.” He looks over Buck’s face as he takes a drag, cataloging bruises and cuts. He hadn’t been the one to look him over before he was discharged, probably because he was out here avoiding having to do so. “Only when it’s- only after the bad shifts.” And only once a month, even if the bad shifts come again and again. He bought this pack in January, it’s stale as shit.
Buck’s eyes follow the smoke as it drifts skyward. “Rough one today?”
Eddie thinks he probably doesn’t have to explain to Buck that it’s sometimes better when a kid is dead on arrival so he doesn’t have to try his best to administer care he knows will be useless. He doesn’t have to explain a day where nothing goes right and he loses more people than he can save and he still has to walk away from someone’s parent or wife or sister, left behind forever in a waiting room on the worst day of their life, and go on to lose the next person too. Doesn’t have to explain why he’s out here, and not in there. “Mm. We’ve got this repeat customer, always hate to have him back.”
Buck’s eyes flick to his face before they settle somewhere around his elbow. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. He seems like a nice guy. I worry about him. He’s here too often.”
Buck doesn’t look up. “What was he in for this time?”
“Minor concussion. Bruising. Lacerations.” Eddie sucks cancer into his lungs. “Heard a house fell on him.” Exhales it into the night.
Buck does look up this time, eyes a darker blue out here in the shadows. “Part of a house. Just a staircase and the- like, the balcony, really.”
“Maybe he should stay away from those.”
“From houses?” Buck asks, half his mouth twitching into a smile.
Eddie rests his head on the wall behind him. “Guess that’s not really practical.”
“No.” Buck is quiet for a moment, one hand slipping out of his pocket and running through his hair. Eddie wonders what he looks like, when he’s not here. He’s more styled, sometimes, when things aren’t very bad. He wonders if he’s usually all gelled up and neat. Eddie kind of likes the loose curls. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“Making your day worse.” Buck looks genuinely apologetic, and Eddie shakes his head.
“The guy made it out okay this time.” Buck is just close enough that Eddie can kick at his boot with his sensible orthopedic sneaker. “You didn’t even need stitches.”
“That’s good.” Eddie’s left foot is pressed along the inside of Buck’s right, and Buck is staring down at them. “His favorite nurse was on break. I would have missed you if someone else had to do them.”
Eddie laughs, just a few bursts of soundless oxygen. “You gotta find new ways to see me before something happens that I can’t fix.”
Buck moves, taking the few steps necessary to lean against the wall beside him. Carefully, he takes the cigarette from Eddie’s hand, holds it between two of his own fingers, and takes a drag. Eddie watches it happen like he’s monitoring somebody’s pulse ox, and when Buck coughs he laughs again, louder this time. “Fuck,” Buck says, laughing too. “Thought that would be cooler than it was.”
“Smoking isn’t cool, firefighter Buckley,” Eddie says, taking the cigarette back and pulling from it again between smiling lips.
“Hm,” Buck says, grinning out into the night. Then he sighs, and rolls his head along the concrete to look at Eddie. “I think there’s nothing you can’t fix.”
They’re very close. “There’s lots I can’t fix.”
Buck shrugs like he disagrees. “I also think I’d like to find other ways to see you.”
Buck’s eyes are even more in shadow at this angle, and they’re the color of the lake back in El Paso that he and a bunch of kids went to after graduation, drunk off beer somebody’s cousin got for them, skinny dipping with breathless terrified delight under bright constellations. “Then ask me.”
Buck inhales as Eddie exhales. “What time’s your shift end?”
“5:30 AM. So, probably 6:15.”
Buck traces the two fingers he’d used to hold the cigarette down Eddie’s arm. “You wanna get breakfast with me?”
“Yes. I would.”
Buck smiles, and Eddie snubs out the cigarette on the wall between them. “I’ll meet you here?”
“Alright.” He takes a step forward, then a step to the right so he’s standing in front of Buck. “Two hours.”
“Uh huh.”
He should really get back inside. They’re understaffed, as always, and there are too many patients, as always, and not enough beds, as always. “See you then.” He doesn’t make any move to leave.
“See you then,” Buck almost whispers. He leans forward, and Eddie still doesn’t move, so he presses a tiny kiss to the corner of his mouth for just a moment. His lips are warm. Eddie hadn’t noticed it was cold outside.
Buck pulls back and leans against the wall again. Eddie smiles, puts a hand in his pocket, and walks back toward the doors.
#my writing#fuck it Friday#i swear I’m going to finish trapped buck and Chris and work on proposal fic before i work on this more#but it would be a bunch of glimpses of Buck’s various hospital trips from Eddie’s nurse perspective#and maybe shuffle some events around? like maybe eddie still gets shot but by a disgruntled former patient this time and#so he does a stint in the maternity ward and buck shows up there#and Eddie is like you’re having a kid?#and bucks like no my sister is what are you doing here#and when buck gets the story he’s like fuck. shit. im sorry i wasnt there#and eddies like picturing seeing buck in that moment of violence and says im glad you weren’t#also Eddie could still be the one who restarts his heart after the lightning strike#this bit is maybe the last scene actually sorry for posting the end first#have a good breakfast boys#buddie#evan Buckley#eddie diaz#911 abc
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Summary:
Jason's had a nagging suspicion that Bruce keeps stalker-esque levels of tabs on all the places he’s lived, so when Tim Drake shows up at his apartment door, it takes only a half second for Jason to level his gun directly at Tim's stupid face and to say, bored, “Give me one reason not to shoot you.”
Honestly, he knew Bruce had a problem, but sending a bat to his doorstep? This is just ridiculous.
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Or: in a scheming attempt to make them bond, Bruce forces Jason and Tim on what should be a simple quest: retrieve Alfred’s birthday cake from across town and make it back before the party.
But this is Gotham. And nothing is ever simple in Gotham.
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#hello i wrote a fic!!!#appearing from the dust two years later#dc#jason todd and tim drake#jason todd#tim drake#sibling bonding#but make it disgruntled#i said 'one like and i'll romanticize gotham' and then waited for NO ONE#bruce wayne#dick grayson#alfred pennyworth#batfamily#emotional hurt/comfort
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everyone at brakebills watching the same 6 people summon monsters from other worlds and kill god and break magic and nearly start the apocalypse 80 times in a row while the rest of them are simply trying to get an education and learn to make fire with their hands
#unfortunately you're all getting my shower thoughts today#i was thinking about some minor aspect of my new fic and then.....#(speaking of i'm probs posting the first chapter tuesday ahhhhh)#anyway......#henry fogg with yet another disgruntled student in his office like yeah i know why do you think i drink so much........#the magicians#the magicians crack
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hear me out. komahina au where hajime is chiaki’s best friend and nagito is chiaki’s brother
#i just think that dynamic would be so fun#chiaki as nagito’s long suffering big sister who simultaneously calls him out on his bullshit constantly and would die for him#the way only siblings can#meanwhile hajime had just gotten over his crush on chiaki and meets nagito by chance when he like#brings her a notebook that got switched with his#and hajime is just like “’godDAMMIT i wasn’t even into guys before this is everyone in that family unfairly pretty’#nagito hating hajime bc how dare a lowly worm deem it appropriate to be in the presence of his dear sister?#then meeting him and grappling with OH HES HOT AND NICE TO ME#chiaki picking up on this mutual like immediately and either facilitating it (with very obvious plots) or getting disgruntled#bc as much as she loves hajime that’s still her baby brother he wants to date#but either way she just wants them both to be happy#i need to write this#if anyone knows of any fics with chiaki and nagito as siblings hmu#komahina#nagito#chiaki#hajime#dr#kitty needs to chill#personal
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Usually I would not """""count""""" fanfic as Reading tm when it comes to my tracking purposes but I started re-reading a 650,000+ word x files fic that shifted my whole life to the left when I read it on LJ 10+ years ago and you can bet ur ass I'm counting this behemoth in my spreadsheet and minutes tracker! I read it for ~2.5 hrs yesterday and only got 13% in, you cannot stop me
#anyway. anyone else read a fic from 1999 that they read in 2011 and go ah..... this explains a lot abt me as an adult#disgruntled octopus#eta: i am well aware that tracking is meaningless in the grand scheme of things but i like it FOR ME. FOR ME.#and also tracking etc tends to help me get out of reading slumps which i have been trapped in the mires of for months now#i dont really read a lot of fic this days for a variety of reasons#but if re-reading this 1000 page mulder/skinner fic is gonna fix me despite its flaws then im gonna do that and put it in the spreadsheet
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"this is content that we make for free and people have the audacity to rank things in the bookmarks????"
yah.
we make it for free.
and while yes it is mean to actively comment this on someones fic or come into an authors ask box and say "hey this sucked, you should reconsider" or even offer "Constructive criticism" and that is something that readers should definitely not do ever, that does not mean folks arent allowed to have opinions?? to leave in spaces?? that are meant for readers?
because its made for free, someone leaving a bad review or having a bookmark there of like "3/5" (when we do not know what that means or what these numbers mean to the reader we are just assuming!!), should have no bearing on us! its free! a bad review does not mean we are going to make less money, or impact "visibility" the way a bad review impacts writers who...write for a living.
someones opinion on your fic does not...have an impact. other than our feelings. and like yah it sucks but like, c'est la vie.
to which i have always said: well, its likely you didn't write this fic for the one person who didn't like it. this fic was not for them. and that is okay. you cannot expect your works to be for everyone, just like you as a human are not for everyone. to be universally liked by everyone and for everyone to give it 10/10 in their bookmarks. that's literally impossible. and if that's the expectation you have for yourself and your fic and the reason you are creating in the first place that is a different conversation that you need to have with yourself.
#this does not apply to rude anons who come into ask boxes#or comments on fics#this applys to bookmarks.#and tiktok reviews.#that are not...for the writer.#like john green has his share of haters and you know what#he is sleeping just fine#because the media he made was not meant for those haters#we should sleep just fine!#we made it for free!#not for visibility#or for everyone to love us!#we made it because we wanted to#and i care much more about the mom in Minnesota who loved it#and not the disgruntled youth who did not
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Every time I remember Supernova Part II my EYES are rolling so hard I have to pick them up from THE FLOOR. "What is it now, the lady general." I'm grumpy about how Paramount are treating Prodigy, so I'm finally posting a rant I've been brooding on since January, that's what.
Behold this paragraph from Memory Alpha:
In 2384, Vice Admiral Kathryn Janeway took on Dal R'El, Jankom Pog, Rok-Tahk, Murf, and Zero under her wing as warrant officers in training, as a compromise, due to Starfleet Justices refusal to let them formally enroll into Starfleet Academy as they felt it was unfair to the Federation citizens already on the waiting list. (PRO: "Supernova, Part 2")
They're minors.
Does Starfleet not have a cadet programme for minors.
Does it *have* to be Starfleet Academy or are protagonists too good for enlisting.
Can they not apply through the usual channels. Are protagonists too good for waiting lists.
Is this criminal court responsible for Starfleet Academy admissions.
Is that not in fact a problem for the admissions board, which can then decide what to do with these children's now existent criminal records.
At least one of them is a citizen of a UFP member world.
What is their citizenship status anyway.
Does anyone give a fuck that these minors are victims of sentient trafficking and forced labour.
What the FUCK are interstellar salvage laws like that the kids are accused of theft *for bringing the Protostar back to Earth*. That's the *opposite* of theft.
On what bloody grounds are they accused, judged, and defended by Starfleet in a court martial. Is that not a massive conflict of interests.
These guys have been shitting in a bucket for 4-6 weeks, how *dare* Starfleet put them on trial without giving them time to see a counsellor.
Can the right honourable judges please point to the investigation over whether or not the Protostar was stolen and if so by who. Can the right honourable judges please point to the outcome of the investigation where it says whether a crime has been committed and if so by who. No? That's what I fucking thought.
All I'm saying is if they don't put Chakotay on trial for gross negligence or whatever before letting him like get a change of clothes and some counselling like he deserves, I'm going to cause public disorder outside Starfleet HQ for the blatant favouritism.
THESE ARE CIVILIAN REFUGEE CHILDREN OH MY GOD WHAT ARE THEY DOING WITHOUT PROPER LEGAL REPRESENTATION
Janeway is not proper legal representation (I love her but there are trained and experienced specialists for this kind of thing) WTF DID I JUST SAY ABOUT A CONFLICT OF INTERESTS
Is Tellar just going to accept that Starfleet put one of their citizens on trial with no time for a proper investigation into the alleged crime, no proper legal counsel, no time to follow procedures for asylum seekers/temporally displaced persons/trafficking victims/orphaned minors.
Speaking of Jankom: How come he can be put on trial with his crusty old DIY cybernetics? Is the multi-mitt safe? Is Zero's containment suit going to fail mid-trial and kill whatever braincells remain in the Starfleet judges? Did Gwyn fully recover from her amnesia? Is Dal's genome stable? Is Murf capable of following the trial and can the court understand his testimony? Did the forced hard labour disabled kids get medical attention at all before being marched into this farce? Does anybody know?
Speaking of farces: Does anybody care about the breach of the Romulan Neutral Zone? The Romulans maybe? Is there a Romulan diplomat who cares about that? No?
Speaking of unlikely stories: Are there witnesses? Like, ANY witnesses? Janeway? The legal defence of the accused is the only witness the court has bothered to invite? Nobody else? The Romulan delegation that had two people killed by the accused? The Kazons that had two people killed by the accused? The slavers that abducted Zero? The survivors from Jankom's sleeper ship? The Enterprizians that had their planet polluted for over a century by Starfleet?
Are they going to put the Enterprizians on trial for stealing the Galileo?
WHYEVER NOT?! MAKES AS MUCH SENSE AS ACCUSING THE KIDS OF STEALING THE PROTOSTAR DOESN'T IT?! SPOCK'S ALIVE SURELY THEY COULD PIN THE SLOW AND EXCRUCIATING DEATH BY WARP PLASMA/DILITHIUM RADIATION OF A BUNCH OF ENTERPRIZIANS ON SPOCK BEFORE REMEMBERING HE HAS DIPLOMATIC IMMUNITY AFTER TWO MINUTES OF JOKINGLY INSULTING HIM IN COURT. DOES THAT SOUND FUN? DOES THAT SOUND LIKE A GOOD EPISODE? MUCH TENSION. SUCH CHEAP. VERY WOW.
This ethics problem is about to become an engineering problem right bloody fast as I'm pelting the idiots at Starfleet's JAG office with hammers.
#best star trek show ever made for 11 episodes straight#spoilers#this is like. the 61875920th time i'm typing this rant about how my kids & haneway deserved a better finale#and i'm going to finally post it once i post my jankom pog fic#as a treat#a self-indulgent grumpy ranty venty treat so don't click on the read more if you're not into that#dead dove do not read#... it's been a month since I posted my fic and i just found this draft so#in honour of paramount ignoring prodigy for their animated star trek celebration: enjoy me being a disgruntled old hag on behalf of the kid
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Tommy should’ve fired Mary on the instant for giving Tatiana his car. And if not then, then he should’ve done it after Mary told him she did it because Tatiana gives orders better than he does. Poor form, very poor form.
#peaky blinders#peaky rewatch#Tommy Shelby#honestly Mary gets it bad in S3 it’s hilarious#where’s the fic of all tommy Shelby’s disgruntled house staff getting drunk and bitching about him
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pretty please? by @disgruntledkittenface
American AU, Girl Direction, Established Relationship, BDSM, Dom Louis Tomlinson, Sub Harry Styles, Paddling, Paddle, Daddy Kink, Harry in Panties, Lingerie, Oral Sex, Nipple Piercings
Harry gets impatient for her Valentine's Day present.
Explicit | 3.4k | written for Femslash Festuary @girldirectionfest
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i'm sorry but parading around a Pond-centric fic in the Pond tags and then taking away the quote "Doctor/River "romance" unquote is not what a Pond centric fic should be and should ever be. Begone from my sight, thou foul heathen.
#i do NOT want or need to see this shit before this year ends#get away from me and my Ponds and my Yowzah#am i vague posting? is this considered vague posting? i don't know.#but i ain't backing down just so you can get your Doctor/Rose “happy ending” “fuck u river” fic#and that fucking quote around the romance after Doctor/River? fuck u 2#tia disgruntled
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Just got called a disgruntled dimiclaude fangirl for writing Princes and I am shitting my pants laughing. Can't even go into a ship tag (on twitter) without getting my work dragged through the mud apparently fkdhsnsk
#i am disgruntled; i am a dimiclaude fan; i am a girl; however i do not like the way those words were combined fkdhdnsl#but also. once again what are you going to know about my fic from a summary dkdhskw like come on now#anyway#back to writing Princes!#s rambles
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should be packing for my flight next week but instead i'm staring up at the ceilings watching my santimarc coffee shop au plays like a fim reel
#disgruntled professor santi walking into coffee shop marc owns and marc is there manning the cashier bc his barista is on sudden leave.....#marc muttering to himself trying to remember stuffs around and santi waiting awkwardly so he can finally order#idk#do u see my vision#fic talks
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3, 7, 14 for the happy asks!! 💕💕
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3. Have you received any bookmark notes? Which is your favourite and why?
I have 🥰🥰🥰
So I think maybe the ones on the cr*ck fics are my faves bc they're sooo niche (though this might also be recency bias 🙈😜)
(As an aside, I've been getting some rude/passive aggressive ones, not sure if it’s troll behaviour or a result of ppl not realising these are public, but, while those def weren't my faves ha, I was kinda amused by how unbothered I was 😂)
7. What do you love most about being a fic writer for your fandom?
Mm, MOST is hard... maybe a tie btwn: i. how compelling AND frustrating the source material is (much to mine!!!) & ii. the company -- ive def found it v welcoming & indeed was inspired to write/share in part by authors’ notes encouraging ppl to do so <3
14. Share a snippet.
Ha okay:
Rosa’d always been fond of pinching -- at his cheeks; the insides of his elbows -- while telling him he was going wan. Else wasting away. Encouraging him outside: to sun, to run, to familial fun.
With one relative in particular.
Maybe she long possessed inklings. Or maybe she simply wanted them twined together. The way grandma got that far away expression talking about her own sister, it’d been obvious, even back into earliest days, that she could be gripped by that nameless hovering cloud rio'd eventually come to shorthand as grief, and--
His head shakes, as if from a loose vice.
Well, he always wanted her to be -- cheered.
So he went along with it. Those claims of hers to his and Nick’s similarities, surface and otherwise. Though maybe, he contends with a snort, some of those were actually wailing cries for ophthalmological help.
Cos there’s an ironic refrain slipping through memories, as if it's fluttering against pages of the books featuring there: what words she’d snap when catching him with a clunky flashlight under the covers past bedtime.
Perhaps the line between hypocrisy and insight must always be a wobbly one.
It's not that they much shared tastes in the realm of reading. Oh, he'd tried at her mysteries, first petulantly powered by the decree they were maturer than he, but still mostly found those stories dull at best.
No, he was drawn to the ones with magic. And adventure! Where all wasn’t what it seemed, and simplest -- banal, everyday -- explanations could be countered, possibly overturned. Attracted to the notion that cheat codes of a more exciting (miraculous, even) life were scattered; ripened for the take. The memories make him squirm internally for how hopelessly cliché such a preference seems now, little beyond an innocent yearning for: better.
Believing, fingers crossed, that a person could step sideways, through some foggy firmament and just... Something. Twist all on its head, or at least unhaze one’s own to find the clarion truth of the world. He’d known, or no. That's over-strong. Had felt though, with desperate triumph, there was -- more.
Not solely in general; but for himself.
Once upon a ways back, widest-sensed, he’d kept a near-constant antenna out for clocks striking thirteen, for hidden passages, and the true shape to stuff in the shadows, cos -- cos he thought there’d be answers.
And -- it was useful in its way, rio insists inward, jaw clicking.
That's what got him watching. For the weird. The underground. The -- portals, really.
Watching to wanting was barely a leap. Opportunity sung at a pitch his marrow vibrated to.
He found those routes hungered over then, ultimately. Might be now leaning onto a wooden surface with lightly aching shoulders, but he ain't stuck behind a desk, nor out continually backbreaking. Sure the course was twisted, via exuberant arrogance and with blind trust biting its lessons, but maybe, charitably... That is simply how it had to go.
Rio sighs and focuses hard on focusing, making an effort to preclude his reality from fracturing outward that way it’s liked to, circling on ancient recollections which untether further -- drowning him in past problems and neat notions which oughta be far journeyed beyond by now. His eyes fix on the dirty wooden frame as he attempts to prevent the further skirting of his thoughts, as well as sights.
Next those are skipping over the dusty mirror’s surface, flashes splintering in between each slow yet dartish blink.
Don't worry be happy
#Fanfiction#Writing#Fandom#Faves questions are immoral#I would petulantly like to be able to block ppl who leave anything bookmark comments 🤪😈#It's just like if someone left a normal comment saying I don't like x stylistic choice#I could reply saying: I didn't ask 😂#But there's no way to do so with a bookmark one so I would like to display my disgruntlement 🤷🏼♀️🤷🏼♀️🤷🏼♀️🤷🏼♀️#I also would like to be able to edit this snippet in my drafts without being yanked to the top of said drafts after saving#How am I to play with commas to semi colons and vice versa in this sitch!!! 🙄🙄🙄🙄#Something#🪞#🪞🪞🪞#Anyway ty 😘😘#Taps roof of fic this can fit so many headcanons etc etc etc etc etc etc#*annoying not anything#Ffs autocorrect#Feedback
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I do not understand the appeal of taking complex old men characters and making them either toothless grandpas or abusive demons. Why are y'all so afraid of DILFs who have fucked up but are ultimately not evil people
#this was originally about vesemir but is also about denethor like those two are my Complicated Old Men loves#tho actually denethor never did anything wrong in his life and i know this on most days#but its worth acknowledging that if i actually think about it he obviously made some questionable decisions#maybe. sometimes. occasionally.#stanning denethor is a trial and a torment bc of a certain filmmaker#but vesemir is also a minefield like bros that man very much did torture and essentially murder children#and if he didnt do it personally then he at least signed off on it as worth the result of there being more witchers in the world#but he's also close to the boys and ciri to at least some degree and had his own torture and trauma to deal with#but fics either make him this inhuman monster who heartlessly killed kids or make him the sappy old grandpa figure#and like.... idk i just dont find it personally compelling at all#arent you tired of being one dimensional? dont you just wanna have complexity#disgruntled octopus
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