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aashi-heartfilia · 6 months

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The hypocrisy of Jinshi and MaoMao

*light novel spoilers*

I just love how hypocritical MaoMao's nature is. She yells at Jinshi for being a 'Masochist' and yet we see that she's no different. Now, by definition Masochist is a person who drives sexual gratification from their own pain and humiliation, plus it relates to Jinshi's tendency to do self harm (like burning his skin with a brand)

And what is MaoMao's most favourite thing in this world?

POISON

She literally takes pleasure in consuming it and no one can convince me otherwise. Plus she uses dangerous plants and animals and snakes whatnot in the name of her so-called experiments. Her dad may call her a 'mad Scientist' but that is a direct indication of self harm.

And she calls Jinshi a Masochist.

I mean, think about it! The amount of anxiety she gives to Jinshi! She came prepared with a vomit inducing medicine but even she had no idea whether it would work or not. She was just hoping it would work in the salt chapter.

And the same goes for her hand, on which she has conducted countless experiments. One flower even burned her skin and its marks never left her skin. She said it was all for her hobby. What kind of weird hobby is that? Maybe, our little adorable mad scientist is just like that.

One brands his own skin, while the other takes heavenly pleasure in consuming poison.

So my point is, Jinshi and MaoMao are not that different as one might think they are and that's why their dynamic works so well.

Let's look at the excerpts from volume 5:

She didn’t know how long they sat that way. All she knew was that Jinshi was looking down at her with a faintly triumphant expression, as if he saw that the breath had reached every corner of her body now. He wiped away the tears that had sprung to her eyes as she struggled to breathe. It was then that Maomao felt a flash of intense anger. “I said that if you were going to kill me, you should do it with poison,” she told him. “I refuse to let you poison yourself,” Jinshi said, his fingers tracing her lips. “You can’t pretend you didn’t know that you were one of the candidates. As much as I’m sure you’d like to.” He wasn’t done, either: “Who was that man, anyway? I’m sure you’re not a dancer.” So he had been watching them! “I was just paying for my drink,” Maomao said. “It didn’t cost much.” She tried to look away, but with his hand on her head, she really couldn’t.

Jinshi just choked her and yet he refuses to let MaoMao poison herself. A lot of people misinterpret this scene, and don't like it all that much, saying it was just fanservice stuff but this is how I see it: Jinshi wasn't trying to kill MaoMao, he was just trying to make MaoMao submit to him for once (even if the way he did it was very wrong, but guess he's kinky like that). MaoMao is actively trying to harm herself and Jinshi loves MaoMao a lot, he cannot just let her kill herself.

It was more about him trying to exert his dominance in their weirdish - complicated relationship and that also backfires on him as we see in the next volume that MaoMao escapes Jinshi's grasps using Pairin's techniques.

And then they both continue to avoid each other in the entire next volume! Because they both realised that they have crossed boundaries.

They both are hypocrites.

And they both refuse to accept their feelings.

In one of the later volumes, she gives Jinshi a piece of her mind on how he should tell her everything clearly, unequivocally, what he feels, and he literally declares that "he will make her his wife", which is nice and all but look at the wording MaoMao used here....

Excerpts from LN Vol 7, chapter 19 called "A man and a woman play the game"

"You’re forever telling me I need to use my words, Master Jinshi, but are you in any position to criticize? Everything you say to me, everything you do, it’s like it’s calculated to save you from ever having to actually say what you mean! To make me figure it all out! You know, you remind me of someone. You act exactly like a man who used to come by our brothel all the time. He was in love with one of the girls, but he would never just come out and say it. He thought it should be obvious from the way he acted. He was so sure he had a good thing going with this woman that he never sent her so much as a letter. I remember how forlorn he looked when someone else swooped in and snatched her away! He kept coming to the brothel after that—to get drunk and whine to the ladies. Well, in my opinion, he could have avoided all that heartbreak if he’d told the woman how he felt. Clearly, unequivocally, so that she knew where they stood. It was the least he could have done!”

Everything came out in a torrent. She felt like she’d said it all in one breath. It was strange, she thought, to hear so many words come out of her own mouth. She was mystified. Jinshi was no less startled, but the shock soon left his face, replaced by something else. He got up off the bed and stared down at Maomao.

Shit. Now I’ve done it. She’d given him a piece of her mind, and he was about to give her one back.

“So I should be clear, should I? Unequivocal? I should say what I mean? If I did, would you actually listen to me? Is that what you’re telling me? I’m going to hold you to that! Right this minute. I’ll say it all. Don’t plug your ears—listen to me!” He grabbed her hands as she was in the process of trying to put her fingers in her ears. He took a breath. He was looking at Maomao, but somehow he seemed almost embarrassed. Finally he managed, “Now listen to me, y—I mean, Maomao! Listen close! I am going to make you my wife!”

It's one heck of a chapter and I suggest you give it a go! The title of the chapter says "A man and a woman play the game" as if to emphasize the very fact that both Jinshi and MaoMao are playing the game.

Jinshi has never confessed his true feelings before this chapter and only implied that he wanted to make MaoMao his wife.

The implications were heavy though on Jinshi's part, and as smart as MaoMao is, anyone would have guessed that MaoMao was one of the candidates for Jinshi's consort. Even the clothes she received (the ones she wore to the banquet) were also provided by Jinshi along with the hairpin. It is never stated outright but seeing as the hairpin was from Jinshi, the clothes are also implied to be the same.

More or less she's always deliberately ignoring the possibility of having anything to do with him, that is more than professional. Some may call it denial, I call it dense. Maybe, to some extent, she herself is not aware of her feelings because she never lets herself feel anything.

Even Suiren pointed it out pretty early in the manga, that maybe it's MaoMao's way of being reserved. We need to keep in mind that MaoMao is an unreliable narrator and it's more of what she does, rather than what she says that makes a difference.

Even in the chapter that I have quoted above, she had every reason to leave Jinshi, she wasn't working for him after all. But she stayed to make tea for him, even after the fact that she had a long day too. She was almost just as exhausted as Jinshi and yet she was there preparing medicinal tea, so that he could get a better sleep.

Maybe she herself is yet to realise just how deep her feelings run. Till vol 12 she seems to have accepted them, but she still is yet to acknowledge their depth. Maybe it's because of her childhood.

It's not a traumatic backstory but MaoMao had a sad childhood nonetheless....

She was raised by her grand uncle and her real father was eccentric, who scared her. Her mother must also appear to be kind of demonic to her, since she was desperate enough to cut MaoMao's Pinky finger and send it to Lahan. So it's safe to say that MaoMao never received proper parental affection. And adding to the fact that, a brothel is not exactly an ideal place for raising a child.... especially when the birth of MaoMao was the one thing that brought the brothel to its knees...even if being born wasn't her choice.

Plus MaoMao stated it herself that when she was a baby, no one would come to sooth her until their work was finished, implying that even if MaoMao and her brothel sisters are close, they are not that close. A mother's love is different and she never received it. No one can love you more than your mother and MaoMao was deprived of that. She soon realised that no one was coming. Life is hard and she has no choice but to face it!

So, she got interested in poison.

Maybe she doesn't love herself or her life as much as she says / pretends she does. She's always like "yeah, I would very much like my head to be with my body" and "if I stay low profile maybe I can survive here" etc but maybe deep down that's not the case. Maybe that's why she loves poison so much. The implications are crazy.

And to break MaoMao's shell, Jinshi has no choice but to be a bit more forceful at times? At least that's how I interpret that choking scene. Jinshi was angry at MaoMao because she deliberately suggested him to marry consort Rishu and danced with Rikuson.

Even if Jinshi never said it outright, he was giving hints the entire time.

But well the tables turned and MaoMao topped him instead, lol (vol 7) and later we even see that our little stray cat has accepted Jinshi and she's ready to be in a relationship with him (vol 12).

Plus she is intrigued by the process of birth (she wants to eat her baby's placenta, it's kind of uggghhh.... but anyways, that MaoMao we're talking about, she's just weird that way)

Maybe not after too long she'll realise that if she has to give birth, she can only have it with Jinshi and no one else.

~Sunshine

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lackadaisicallizard · 8 months

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hello! in tlg, there's a scene of reg learning hindi for james, but never one of james finding out; how do you think that went?

Ooh yes that! Them learning each other’s languages is so special to me.

Please bear with me because I don’t speak Hindi (or French), but this is how it went:

The Long Game

An additional scene

“Come on you bastard,” James shouts at the TV, his voice double the volume of any reasonable human in an enclosed area.

Regulus is sitting sideways on the sofa, leaning against the arm with his legs resting in James’ lap. He looks up from his book; even after eight months together, his boyfriend’s ability to be completely enraptured by people running up and down a field truly puzzles him.

Sure Regulus looks at the screen every now and then, but he’d be lying if he said it was for anything but the close ups of fit players in shorts.

“Are you wining?” Regulus asks.

“Not if Erling Haaland can’t kick a ball straight for once in his fucking life.”

Regulus raises his eyebrows, doing nothing to keep the smile off his face. James’ eyes are still glued to the screen, and quite frankly his whole energy right now is really rather attractive. There’s not a lot that can make James angry, and his set jaw and piercing eyes are a sight that makes Regulus want to make him forget there’s a game on at all.

He’d never do that though, he knows how much it means to the older boy, and so he makes himself content with just watching the emotions play across his face.

The other team scores a goal then and all hell breaks loose. Regulus is fairly sure he hasn’t heard that much profanity come out of one person’s mouth in his entire life.

Effie appears in the doorway then, her hands on her hips.

“James, dhang se bolo aur chillao mat. I know you’re an adult but this is still my house.”

James has the decency to look apologetic. Even with a game on, he can’t ignore his mum.

“Sorry, Mum. We’re losing.”

“Phir bhi, gaaliyan kam se kam honi chahiye, theekhe?”

James shrugs, “Main koshish karunga.”

She looks disapprovingly at her son.

“I’ll make sure he does more than try, Effie,” Regulus promises.

Effie smiles at that. “This is why you’re my favourite. Use shaitaani karne se rokna.”

“Ek namumkin kaam,” Regulus comments.

Effie laughs. “You’re not wrong there.” She gives James one last stern look before disappearing back down the hallway.

Regulus goes to read his book again but feels James’ eyes on him. He looks up to see a look of complete disbelief.

“What?”

“You just spoke to my mum.”

Regulus’ mouth twitches. “Is that not allowed?”

“Regulus.”

“Yes?”

“You understood and spoke to her in perfect Hindi.”

Regulus is properly smiling now. “Is that a problem?”

There’s a moment of silence and Regulus can almost see the whirring of James’ brain. He then splits into a wide grin, the warmth spreading to his eyes almost immediately.

“You learned Hindi for me?”

“You learned French for me.”

James shakes his head, his expression soft. “I love you so much, Regulus Black.”

The older boy puts his hands on Regulus’ knees before leaning in, waiting for him to lean forward and meet him halfway. Regulus does so gladly, his love for James warm on his lips.

“Say it in French,” Regulus says, voice low.

James’ smile is back. “Je t’aime chaque jour davantage.”

Regulus takes his hand as he speaks. “Mai tumse humesha pyaar karunga.”

“Only forever? That’s not nearly long enough.”

And Regulus kisses him, because how else is he supposed to respond to that? Especially when he agrees. Forever is not long enough to love James Potter.

As they pull apart again James speaks. “Regulus, I love you so much and you learning Hindi for me means the absolute world and we will definitely come back to this moment, but-“

“James-” Regulus interrupts and James pauses in his rambling. Regulus smiles. “You can get back to the game, it’s fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’ll have plenty of time later to seduce you in multiple languages.”

James takes an audible deep breath. “Fuck me, I’m so lucky.”

“Don’t forget it,” Regulus winks at him before picking up his book again, settling back down on the sofa as he does so.

“Regulus.” James asks just before his attention is once again consumed by football.

“Mm?”

“We can talk about Sirius while he’s in the room now.”

And oh, the French and the Hindi is sexy, but that suggestion? Well, that’s the hottest thing he’s ever heard.

#marauders #james potter #jegulus #regulus black #please forgive me for the translations #I’m doing my best

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cosmicqvake · 7 months

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I just wanna know how 7x09 goes from being this goofy, hilarious take on Groundhog Day, with moments like Daisy and Jemma casually DYING on the floor, with Deke proceeding to have a mental breakdown over it (because HELLO he just watched Daisy and his nana dramatically drop dead on the floor), while Coulson groans with annoyance about how much of a pain in the ass it is. And, of course, “phlebotinum”, and Enoch casually destroying everybody, and Coulson slowly but surely losing his mind, some cute Dousy moments too, among other absolute gems.

Then you get straight up gut-punched by conversations like Daisy and Coulson’s, about the irony of the time loop being a metaphor for his fear of the inevitable future where he will have to watch every single person he cares about die because someone “decided he should.”

Like wow. Hit me right where it hurts, why don’t you? (I could make a whole post about that conversation alone.)

Not to mention the power of Enoch’s last scene:

“Does it hurt?

It does, a bit. But it's not the physical pain that troubles me. I am acutely aware that in my thousands of years observing humans, I never used to feel lonely. I've been alone many times. To be candid, I preferred it, but it wasn't until I met this particular team of SHIELD agents that being alone meant feeling lonely. And I don't care for it. So, I am feeling, as you might expect, some anxiety now…

You don't have to. You're not alone. Daisy and I will stay with you right up until the end.

That is very kind of you. But, it's that last part, isn't it? You can stay with me up until the end, but you cannot come with me at the end. I will have to leave you and I will have to do that alone and I can't help wondering when that happens, will I feel lonely?

I can say with some authority that you're not wrong. Dying is lonely. But the feeling is temporary, at least for the person dying. The ones who are left behind… less so. I guess that's the one advantage to going first.

Yes. It's different watching your friends go before you, isn't it? I've been through that as well. It can be harder to stay than to leave. I'm sorry, Philip J. Coulson.

Enoch, the team will carry on the mission. We will survive because of you. Thank you.

You are most welcome. But Agent Johnson, while your friends will indeed survive, the team will not.

What do you mean?

I have seen the future. Carry on this mission and cherish it for it will be your last mission together.

That's not possible. Enoch, this is my family.

Of course. Yet, this is the nature of families. I have seen it countless times on countless worlds. People arrive, so we celebrate, and people leave us, so we grieve. We do what we can with the time in-between but the cycle is always there. No one escapes it. Not even me.

Which means you are not alone. You are apart of that cycle.

Like every other living thing.

Fitz... he was my best friend.

And you are a good friend to Fitz. You are a good friend to all of us.

As I have always...”

Like holy SHIT, man. I am on the FLOOR. It never fails to get me each and every damn time. I resonate on such a deep level with that entire scene, and it honestly affects me so greatly, even to this day. The emotional chokehold that it has on me is unmatched. Someone put the entire thing on my grave tbh.

I could go on about it forever, but basically, 7x09 is just my favourite episode of television ever, and I can say that wholeheartedly. Hats off to everyone who worked on that episode (and every episode let’s be real) I swear. It will forever hold such a special place in my heart.

#I can never go on about this episode enough #I am unhealthily obsessed with the entire show but especially this episode #seriously #I could go on about it til the ends of time #daisy johnson #phil coulson #enoch #deke shaw #agents of shield #marvel’s agents of shield #agents of shield season 7 #as I have always been #7x09

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newtonsheffield · 7 months

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How did blushing all the way home Kate and? Anthony end up living together? Who asked who?

I think Anthony asked Kate. Her Feel Something world tour lasts a year. That’s twelve months of Anthony flying out to meet Kate and her meeting him halfway and them stealing moments together. Anthony’s seen the tour on 27 different dates by the time it finishes, right where it started, back in London. He’s loved every one of those times. Every one of them has been special. The first night when he hadn’t ever even met Kate and Hyacinth told him it was the best night of her life. He loved the second time when he drove up to Edinburgh and he spent the night watching from the wings with Kate’s mother beside him,

“I’m so proud of her.”

“She’s incredible, Mrs Sharma.”

The memory of her voice had still been on his mind when they’d spent the night wrapped up together, and he’d been loathe to leave for London again. He’d loved the night in New York when she’d sat him down, the only person in the front row and she’d snuck onto the stage and she’d played Anthony for him for the very first time.

She’d played the last note and let her hands drop from the piano and she’d shrugged, “So yeah. That’s… that’s how I feel. About you. I’m… in love with you.”

Anthony had taken off running towards her, vaulting onto the stage and it wasn’t perfect, when their lips met by any means. Their teeth clashed and their noses bumped but it was the best kiss of his entire life. “I love you too, Kate. I love you so much.”

He loved that he’d taken Hyacinth to Sydney for her birthday and Kate hadn’t minded when he’d asked if he could bring her.

“Of course she can come.” Kate clicked her tongue, “Maybe we can figure out some things to do while you guys are here as well.”

“You want to spend time with my baby sister?”

“I want to spend time with your family, they’re important to you. And you’re important to me.” Kate hummed, “Plus, she’s a teenage girl. Get her her own hotel room and let her go crazy with your credit card. She’ll love you forever.”

He loved every one of those days. Every second he’d gotten to watch Kate shining with happiness, in her element with tens of thousands of people screaming for her. But the last night was his favourite.

Wembley Stadium was calling her name again and she laughed.

“It is so so good to be back Home!”

The crowd roared and Kate nodded, “It’s been such a crazy year. And I am… really glad to have a nice long rest, write some new music.” The crowd cheered again, “Newton’s very happy to be back. Almost as happy as I am, because I don’t know if you guys noticed but I got a really cute boyfriend this year.”

Anthony’s chest burned, as Kate laughed at the audience’s roar.

“He is very very cute. And very sweet and I love him very much. And what do you guys say to listening to a song that I’ve only ever played for him? Okay, Okay, here’s Anthony.”

He’d been so glad, so absolutely happy when they’d collapsed against his mattress later, her head on his chest and it overwhelmed him, how much he loved her.

“I missed you,” She hummed against him. Pressing her lips against his skin.

Anthony nodded, “I hope you know, you absolutely aren’t permitted to leave the bed until Monday at least.”

“You have a very high opinion of yourself.” Kate chuckled, “And I’ll probably miss all my things.”

“Well, you wouldn’t miss your things if you just moved in with me.”

Kate startled, her eyes darting to his. “Are you serious?”

Anthony sat up a little, his heart hammering in his chest as he tucked a curl behind her ear, “I love you, and we’ve been together for nearly a year and I missed you so fucking much this yer, Kate. I don’t want to miss you anymore. I want to come home to you after practices and games and I want you to come home to me as well. I want to be here to cook you dinner and listen to you write your songs and I want to be part of all of it. I don’t want to miss anything. So move in with me.”

Kate swallowed and tears swam in her eyes as she nodded, leaning in to kiss him. “I love that, I don’t want to miss anything either.”

“So you’ll move in here.”

Kate narrowed her eyes, “You don’t have a piano. There’s always a piano.”

“I can get your piano in here.” Anthony chuckled,“I absolutely promise.”

#blushing all the way home #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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abiiors · 1 year

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Its ok babe, I appreciate eyour support anyway <3

A language you can speak however

Ross and you consumating marriage. Him carrying you up the stairs of your now shared house throwing you onto the bed and absolutely railing you.

"Want everyone to know who you married"

another anon said: Wedding day Ross, would he cry? Would he make a speech that makes you cry? Then would the sex be different when you’re married?

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jesus CHRIST this ask almost put me in cardiac arrest so thank you for that...anyway the whole day has been filled with nerves and excitement. nerves because he wants this day to be absolutely perfect for you and he knows how stressful weddings can be. even then he has matty running back and forth between you two to check on you and make sure you have everything you need (you do, all your bridesmaids are extremely vigilant and have made sure you don't have to worry about anything so matty basically spends half his time trying to flirt with them because why not). anyway once it's time for ross to be at his place, he just has this massive grin on his face the moment he steps out and like he cannot stop bouncing on the balls of his feet because he can't wait to be married to his favourite person in the world. behind him the rest of the guys keep grinning and teasing him and taking the piss but they're all so excited and happy for him. his heart skips a beat when the music starts and your bridesmaids slowly start entering. they all look lovely in the colour theme you've so painstakingly picked out and now ross is practically craning his neck to see you, i mean everyone is but he's just so eager now, he's waited nearly all day for this. so his heart stops beating entirely when he sees one (1) glimpse of you and he gets all choked up just because of how gorgeous and happy you look and how you smile at him (while also trying not to cry because make up). the boys all rub his back and give him little pats till you finally make it to him and the ceremony starts.

it's very short and sweet, just your closest friends and family to attend because both of you're quite private people but once it's your turn to exchange vows, that's when he gets a whole sheet of paper out. it's been folded and refolded countless times, there are words scratched out and scrawled in the margins, you swear there's even a tear stain or two on there but he just takes a deep breath, looks you in the eyes and puts the paper back. then he just starts speaking "as you can tell, i had a whole speech prepared but i don't think i need any of that anymore. i just need to look at you and tell you that you are the best thing to happen to me. i love how you've become an integral part of my life; i love how you love and care for my friends and how you've made them your friends too. i love all your grand and wild and passionate gestures but more than that, i just love all the simple domesticity with you. i love our quiet Sunday afternoons and i love how grumpy you get on wednesday mornings. i want all of you, from now until forever and i hope you'll have me just as i am, yours forever." and makeup be damned at that point because you're sobbing (so is matty, into adam's chest and even George has shed a few tears) but everything is full of love and light and incandescent happiness. once you exchange rings and share a sweet, slow kiss, that's when the party really starts.

anyone who knows him, knows he loves a drink or two or more but your wedding night is the one night he's quite restrained because he doesn't want to forget one second of it. he wants to be present with you in this moment and celebrate the love of his life with his closest friend and loved ones. he does indulge, of course, just not enough to get blackout drunk. and also because he's been looking for an opportunity to whisk you away and have you to himself hehe. you have also pretty much been looking for a chance all evening because you cannot wait to know what it's like to have sex with your husband (just thinking about the word husband has heat pooling between your legs. and every time you catch him admiring his ring, it gets harder and harder not to drag him away lol). anyway as soon as the opportunity presents itself, you're both sneaking away, laughing together like a couple of teenagers and into your wedding (getaway) car which takes you straight to your new home. you've timed it just right that the refurbishing and decorations of the new house would be done a few weeks before your wedding so essentially this is you spending your wedding night in your new house.

he, OF COURSE, has to carry you over the threshold, how could he not. all the time he's telling you how "gorgeous you look tonight, mrs. macdonald" and how that dress is going to look even more stunning on your bedroom floor. he refuses to set you down once you're inside, instead he makes his way straight to the bedroom while you laugh into the crook of his neck and pepper him with kisses. and yes he absolutely does throw you onto the bed, followed instantly by disappearing under your dress to "take off your garter" and place a trail of kisses that has you gasping and moaning his name. he's almost hungry when it comes to getting you out of your dress (and getting out of his suit) but everything after that he wants to savour. he's never going to get the chance to sleep with his wife for the first time again and he plans to only have one wife for the rest of his life so this is it for him. it almost makes you tear up again how gentle he's being, how he showers your entire body with kisses and affection, how close he holds you. like he doesn't want to be parted from you ever again. but once the first initial round of sweet, gentle love making is done, that's when the railing starts because "we have new neighbours babe, they need to know my name"

#MINORS DO NOT INTERACT #ross macdonald #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald x you #✉️#♡: ross blurbs

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pinkandpurple360 · 4 months

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i worry that if asmodeus and fizz split up asmodeus would just be depressed forever 💀

like yeah eat the rich and all but boy literally was telling fizz he’s the best thing to ever happen to him in his ~6000 years of living. like picture finally having the one thing you never thought you could/should/would, then losing it (even if for valid reasons), and being implicitly/explicitly told you shouldn’t do the thing you never thought you’d do that brought you happiness because of how you exist. doubly so if lilith/sarah are canon. like a pandora’s box. he could never go back to feeling how he did pre-fizz love again.

idk man ain’t perfect and no one’s owed anything including a relationship, but that’s my big hurdle right now regarding blitzfizz. guy seems so happy, but fizz doesn’t always. stolas can choke tho idc about his feelings

God the way people baby this man. One fanfic/AU and everyone wants my head lol. This is all reminding me of how Edward used to be talking about Bella. It’s the same way for Stolas. There’s no happy ending here no matter which way it goes.

Having your first love ripped away by tragic circumstances and kept apart by lies is fine if they’re both imps, but a rich person having to part with their first crush?? Unthinkable. They’ll literally explode and die without them. I just don’t get why rich sheltered characters get so much more gentleness and extra care.

As it stands those two Goetia are basically stans of the two imps with no life outside of them, isolating themselves from the people who’ve always been there for them by ignoring or causing animosity with them, all for the sake of their obsessive secret sex buddy or partner….that’s romance?

How is this show claiming to be in the maturity level of Bojack when you guys can’t even handle a Diane and Mr Peanutbutter level of breakup? You feel that way, because his character is just being obsessed with Fizz. His life spins entirely around him and around sex he’s painfully one dimensional. Also he’s a tragic character no matter when and how they separate. They can’t break up because Oz will cry and cry and never stop crying forever. Doesn’t the fact it’s all based on a lie bother anyone? This is clearly some type of setup going on.

Being implicitly explicitly told that—-stop right there because. False. There is no ‘you should never have that’ Love changes you and just because you break up with your favourite performer doesn’t mean “oh I can never ever love ever again” like damn.

I don’t even think this has anything to do with blitzfizz or shipping in general I wouldn’t even mind if Fizz stayed single at the end as long as he was happy again and his world was more than his sugar daddy.

#helluva boss critical #fizzarozzie crit

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sequinsmile-x · 5 months

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Waiting Room - Chapter 1

Everything had changed so quickly, her life torn out from under her in a matter of seconds, the trajectory of what it would look like going forward permanently altered.

Emily's life changes forever when her parents are killed. Aaron just needs a job after his marriage breaks down and he answers an ad for a private security guard. If only the young woman he'd been hired to look after wasn't entirely resistant to his presence.

A Young Hotchniss AU

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Hi friends!!

This weekend makes it 3 years since I started writing for Hotchniss!! In that time I've written just shy of 1.8 million words and over 270 fics for our favourite idiots.

I love this little community and I am endlessly grateful for all of you. I write because it's an escape for me and because it is a hobby I treasure. Feedback and interaction on my fics mean the absolute world to me and never fail to make me smile, so I am endlessly grateful every time you all do that.

This fic is for you and a celebration of the last few years. A little Young Hotchniss AU to mark the occasion! All four chapters will be posted over the next week.

Love you all very much <3

-x-

Warnings: Full list of warnings on the Master List

Words: 3.6k

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Tick.

The clock on the wall was loud, the only sound she would allow herself to hear, the repetitive noise drowning out everything else around her. The bustle of the police station outside of the room she’d been herded into by a kind but overworked detective fading out into nothing.

Tock.

She picks at the cuticles on her thumb, a habit her mother had always chastised her for, and every time her gaze drifts down to her hands she immediately looks back up, her eyes fixed on the wall ahead of her so she doesn’t have to see blood that isn’t even hers staining her skin. She’d washed her hands as soon as she was brought here, rubbed her skin almost raw, but it hadn’t been enough. Dried blood in the cracks of her knuckles and embedded around her nails almost tattooed to her skin.

Tick.

Everything had changed so quickly, her life torn out from under her in a matter of seconds, the trajectory of what it would look like going forward permanently altered.

They were only supposed to be going to a concert, a performance of her favourite sci-fi movie with a live orchestra, an event her father had his assistant buy tickets for as a 21st birthday present for her.

Tock

The door opens and she jumps, her shoulders tense as she looks up, the same detective who had brought her here and her kind smile in the doorway.

“Miss Prentiss, your ride home is here.”

She chuckles internally, the idea of home never something she’d been able to settle into, but she feels some semblance of relief when Dave walks through the door, his face serious, as he steps towards her. He was her father’s best friend, his confidant. An uncle of sorts to her who also happened to manage her parent's estate. He’d always been kind to her, more of a parent than either of hers had ever truly been.

And now he was the only one she had left

“Emily,” he says, kneeling down so he’s in her eye line, the kindness in his eyes almost too much for her to bear, “What happened?”

“They’re dead,” she replies, her voice ragged, torn open by grief and shock and a thousand other things they can’t name, “Both of them…they’re dead.”

___

Four Years Later

Sometimes it felt like she was still in the waiting room.

She could still feel the blood on her hands, could see it drying around her nails, dark red and cracked against her pale skin as the clock ticked on the wall.

She could see the look on Dave’s face as she told him her parents were dead, a sadness in his eyes that she thinks had never quite faded in the years since. He did his best to hide it from her, he still did now, but she could see it when he thought she wasn’t looking or when she did something that reminded him of either of her parents.

Of all the many people who had been in her parent's lives, all the people who had been at their funeral and offered her help in whatever way she needed, Dave was the only one who had stuck around. He’d always genuinely cared about her, always been a pseudo uncle of sorts, his initial job as her father’s lawyer a gateway to a friendship that had lasted until that fateful day, and she was grateful she had him, even if she sometimes felt like she was nothing but a reminder of the friends he had lost.

Her life felt like it had stopped that day. The sudden loss of her parents, her grief about losing them as complicated as her relationship with them had been, had sent her in a direction she’d never expected.

She’d never known what she wanted to do with her life, her directionlessness as vicious and overwhelming as her desire to defy expectations, to be more than what her mother had wanted from her. Any vague ideas she may have had about going into law enforcement, the idea of a Prentiss in the FBI something that had always made her father chuckle and her mother roll her eyes, thrown away in a matter of seconds.

She still heard the gunshots if she thought about it for too long, still heard the blood in her mother’s lungs as she tried to suck in her final breaths.

The men who’d killed her parents, for nothing more than disagreeing with their political alignments, had killed her future too. Leaving her living in a house, days passed by as she waited for her life to start again, to feel like she could live her life again, so she could live as a 25-year-old woman should be able to live.

She was still in danger. A thought that felt absurd to her, but something that Dave took seriously. She’d seen the shooter, had memories of icy blue eyes when she dreamt about that night, but he’d never been caught. He’d disappeared as quickly as he’d appeared, taking her sense of safety with him. At first, the police had taken it seriously, had provided protection she’d resisted, but as time went on it all went away, assurances that she would be fine passed on as if she still didn’t remember the cold November ground beneath her as she kneeled next to her parents, staring down the barrel of a gun.

She believed them for a while. Allowed herself to try to move forward, to piece her life back together.

Then the flowers started to appear. Seemingly random at first, almost accidental in the way they were left on her doorstep. It soon became clear it was purposeful, that it was a message of some kind. A reminder that while she might as well still be in that alley, she was still in as much danger as she had been then.

She rolls her neck as she parks her car on the driveway, yawning as she steps out onto the gravel. It had been a long day, her bag heavy as she hung it over her shoulder, weighed down by books and her laptop. She’d gone to the library to study for once, needing to get out of the house, away from the ghosts that always seemed just around the corner.

She pauses as she gets to the porch, frozen in place as her eyes drift to the doormat and the familiar purple flower lying on it, bright and taunting as it stands out against the dark woven material of the mat. She purses her lips together as she sighs, blowing out a steady breath as she briefly closes her eyes. She steps forward and leans down to pick it up and then she stands back up, unlocking the door and heading inside quickly, she slams the door shut behind her.

She holds the flower tightly in her palm. She looks down at her fist and uncurls it, her eyes fixed on the now crumbled petals, the flower’s beauty not diminished by its damage.

“Damn it,” she breathes out, shaking her head as she places the flower down on the side table. She pulls her phone out of her pocket and dials a familiar number, her thumbnail in between her teeth as she waits for the call to go through.

“Hi Bella,” Dave says as he answers, his voice relaxed. She can picture him sitting at his desk, ignoring the paperwork he never enjoyed. She sometimes wondered why he didn’t retire, why he insisted on working even though he didn’t need to, but she knew it was because it gave him something to do. It filled his days with the ability to think about anything other than the fact he was lonely.

It was something she’d never quite been able to find herself. The empty house that she’d always resented was now her prison of sorts, cold rooms and hallways that she felt trapped in, haunted by everything that had happened there and everything that never had.

“Hi,” she replies, breathing out a slow breath before she carries on, “It happened again.”

She doesn’t need to explain any further, doesn’t need to say what has happened. This is something they’d spoken about several times throughout the years. A pattern they couldn’t escape, doomed to repeat itself until the people who were doing this, the man who was after her, would finally leave her alone.

She can hear him moving on the phone, his voice already tighter, more tense as he replies.

“I’m on my way.”

___

Aaron exhales slowly as he pulls up to the house, his eyebrows furrowing as he double-checks the address he’d been given to make sure he is in the right place. The house is huge, closer to what he’d call a mansion than anything else. He stops his car and gets out of it, his hands on his hips as he looks at the house again, the place he’d be living and working for the foreseeable future.

He’d taken the job out of necessity. The breakdown in his marriage the year before, the official signing of divorce papers a few months ago ending his relationship with Haley, the person he once thought he’d spend his life with, leaving him without direction, and without somewhere to live. It was something he never thought he’d have to deal with, let alone when he had only just turned 30, but life had rarely been kind to him.

He looks down at the blank spot on his ring finger, the band of skin that is still slightly paler than the rest of his hand, and he sighs, shaking his head at himself as he steps towards the house, ready to meet his new employer.

He gives himself a moment before he rings the bell, straightening his back and shoulders as the door opens, opening to reveal a man on the other side, a smile on his face as he reaches out his hand.

“Aaron Hotchner?” He asks, his smile widening slightly as Aaron nods and shakes his hand, “I’m David Rossi, thank you for agreeing to start so quickly,” he says, and Aaron nods as he’s led into the house, looking around, the grandness of the house taking him aback as he steps in, “So, what has an ex-FBI agent doing private security?”

Aaron turns to look at him, “My ex-wife wanted me home more, I left the FBI to try to save our marriage. Clearly, it didn’t work.”

Dave nods knowingly, “I have 3 ex-wives, so I understand that better than most,” he says, patting Aaron on his shoulder as he leads him into the house, “I’ll show you to your room in a little while but I’ll introduce you to Emily first,” he squeezes Aaron’s shoulder once before he lets go, his hand falling to his side, “Brace yourself.”

Before Aaron has a chance to realise what that means, Dave pushes the door to what turns out to be the home library open. He pauses as he walks into the room, struck by the beauty of the woman sitting in a large chair in the corner. She had her dark hair piled on top of her head, effortlessly beautiful in a way he knew was rare. She looks up at them, her dark brown eyes pulled away from her book as she frowns at the two men who had disturbed her, mistrust flashing through them as she puts her book down, her arms crossed as she stands up.

“Dave,” she says, looking back and forth between him and Aaron, “Who is this?”

Dave sighs as if preparing himself for something, “Aaron, this is Emily,” he says before turning to her, “Emily, this is Aaron Hotchner. He’s your new security guard.”

There’s a beat of silence, heavy and thick as it hangs in the air, and Aaron watches as Emily tries to hide her irritation but fails, the tightness in her sharp jaw immediately giving her away.

“I don’t need a security guard,” she seethes, stepping closer to Dave with her arms across her chest. She pointedly ignores that Aaron is still in the room just a few paces away from them, “I’m fine.”

“Emily, we got a threat on your life.”

“It was a freesia, it’s hardly a ransom note,” she says, sounding more sure than she felt.

It had been a battle between them for years. Dave would hire the security via her parent's estate, and as the sole heir and beneficiary, she’d have control over it. She’d either be purposefully unreasonable until the guards quit, or would straight out just fire them, her insistence that she was fine, that she could look after herself, something she would repeat each time.

“We both know it isn’t just a flower,” Dave replies, his eyebrow raised at her in defiance. She rolls her eyes, her hands tight around her arms.

“I don’t need a security guard,” she repeats, her words pushed out through her teeth. This time she does turn to look at Aaron, “You’re fired.”

“You can’t fire him,” Dave replies, raising his eyebrow, a smug smirk on his face that tells her she has, for once, outsmarted her, “I’m paying him, so he works for me, not you,” he looks at Aaron and, despite the circumstances, gets a bit of a kick out of the expression on his face. Emily always had a way of making an impression on everyone she met, and this seemed to be no different. “You’re not fired.”

They fall into a silent stand-off, the air thick with awkwardness and Emily’s anger. She finally rolls her eyes and turns around stalking out of the room and not saying anything else. Dave smiles as he watches her leave and turns to Aaron, his smile turning into a smirk as he looks at the frown on the other man's face, the edge of concern sneaking into its edges.

“You’ll grow on her,” Dave says, turning serious as Aaron looks at him, “She’s been through a lot,” he says, a flash of protectiveness for Emily burning him from the inside out, “She’s very guarded.”

“That’s understandable,” Aaron replies, swallowing thickly as he looks at the door Emily had stormed out of. He was wary about being here to protect someone who clearly didn’t want him around, but he needed the job. It came with a place to live and a level of financial stability he thought was impossible after his divorce. He’d let Haley have the house, his guilt about the breakdown of their relationship leading him not to fight for it. He had no choice but to make this work. “It will be fine.”

Dave smiles, his gaze flicking between Aaron’s face and the door Emily had left through, “I have a feeling it will.” ___

It’s awkward.

She purposely avoids him, using tactics she’d learnt at a young age when she would evade her parents at parties she was forced to go to. She’d sneak around, always a few steps ahead of them. Sometimes she missed it. There were days when she would give anything to go to a party she’d hate every second of, a part of her life she never thought she’d find herself yearning for.

It works for a day or two until she bumps into him in the kitchen, both of them seeking out a late-night drink before they head to bed.

“Agent Hotchner,” she says, smiling tightly at him before she goes back to getting out the scotch, averting her gaze to look anywhere but at him.

“Miss Prentiss,” he replies, watching her like she was a caged animal, not wanting to spook her. It feels tense as she actively ignores him, “You can call me Aaron you know, since I’m not an agent anymore. I just wanted to apologise.”

She still doesn’t look up as she replies, “About what?” She asks, purposely ignoring everything else he’d said.

“I…had no idea you didn’t know I’d be coming here,” he says, stepping further into the kitchen, “I didn’t mean to blind-sight you.”

She looks up at him and her eyes meet his. She’d been raised in an environment where everyone lied to each other all the time. Insults dressed as pleasantries as people went about their days, never saying what they really meant to say. It meant she was excellent at spotting a lie, a human polygraph machine of sorts. She sees nothing but honesty on his face and she immediately feels herself feel a little less irritated at him.

“Well,” she says, smiling tightly at him as she looks down at her hands, “That’s pretty typical of Dave. You’re here because of a flower, so I hope you’re not expecting too much action.”

He smiles, something about her sense of humour getting to him, sneaking under his skin and making him feel relaxed for the first time in days.

“Why freesias?” He asks, looking at her curiously. She sighs as she momentarily pauses, placing her glass of scotch down on the counter.

“They were my mother’s favourite flower,” she says, clearing her throat. Her chest feels hollowed out as it always did when she thought about her parents, her grief as complex as her relationship with them had been, “My dad always bought them for her birthday,” she chuckles as she shakes her head, picking up the bottle of scotch and pouring herself some more. She hesitates for a second before she grabs another glass from the bar and pours him some too, “Well he always had his assistant to buy them for her. We had purple freesias at the funeral,” she presses her lips together tightly as she sits down, shrugging nonchalantly, as if she wasn’t talking about something that had permanently shifted the trajectory of her life, “The first one was delivered here a few days later. It’s happened every few months ever since. The police think it’s the killer's way of reminding me they are out there.”

He watches as she sits down and joins her, reaching for the scotch she’d poured for him. “Did you never think about going somewhere else?”

She shrugs, “It happened in Paris too,” she says, shaking her head, “I went to my parent's house there…my house there,” she corrects herself, “The flowers were left there too.”

“Paris?”

She nods, “Yeah I like it there. We spent a lot of time there when I was young, French was the first language I learnt.”

“The first?”

“Can you do anything other than ask questions?” She asks, smiling at him, “I speak six languages,” she chuckles when he almost chokes on his scotch, “Seven if you count English.”

“The doctorate in linguistics is starting to make more sense,” he says, clearing his throat to clear the last bit of scotch stitch in the back of it, “So you speak all those languages fluently?”

She nods, “I do,” she smirks at him, looking him up and down, the scotch thrumming under her skin allowing her to let herself appreciate him, the way his muscles shift under his skin, “Tu as de la chance d'être séduisante, sinon je te jetterais dehors.”

He smiles at her, “Impressive.”

She smiles, her cheeks turning pink in a way she doesn’t understand as she sips her scotch, “I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this.”

He shrugs nonchalantly, “It’s important you trust me,” he says, “Since I’m here to protect you.”

She nods and laughs bitterly, “I wish I could protect myself,” she mutters, sipping more of her scotch, “It would make me feel a hell of a lot safer.” She feels like she’s said too much, the revelation feeling like more than anything she’d told him about her mother, “I’m going to take this to bed,” she says as she stands, her drink grasped in her hand.

He smiles kindly at her. He knew from the very limited time they spent together that she was guarded, that any perceived rudeness was an attempt to protect herself in any way she could.

“Of course,” he says, “Goodnight, Miss Prentiss.”

She pauses in the doorway and looks back at him, “You may as well call me Emily,” she says, a smile flicking across her face, “Since we’re essentially roommates.

He nods, “Okay, goodnight, Emily.”

She smiles, “Goodnight, Aaron.”

He watches as she turns to leave and feels emboldened, warmed by the scotch he was drinking and unable to help himself as he admires the curve of her neck, the contrast of her dark hair against her pale skin. Something about her was drawing him in, briefly making him forget that he was here to do a job.

“Emily?”

She turns to look at him, her smile a mix of curiosity and irritation as she raises an eyebrow at him, “Yes?”

“J'ai étudié le français à l'université. C'était ma matière secondaire.”

Her eyes go wide for a moment before she can stop herself from reacting, and she clears her throat, “Oh, well, that’s good to know,” she says, raising her eyebrow at him, “I’ll have to make sure I pick another language to talk about you when you’re around,” she presses her lips together to stop herself from smiling, “Goodnight.”

He watches her leave, letting her go this time, the sound of her receding footsteps the only other sound in the house.

“Goodnight, Emily.”

-x-

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beatcroc · 1 month

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Okay I finally generated an ask for you!!!!

What is your favourite genre of music? Or if you don't know how to categorize the music you listen to (like me), what is your favourite song? Or band? Or album? Something like that.

ohhhhh #1 question i am categorically incapable of being normal about <3

i typically just define my favorite music as "loud" or "aggressive" or "abrasive" bc most stuff that fits those descriptors will be in my faves regardless of the genre.

a more specific answer is that there are 3 main things i've noticed that will typically make me go apeshit without fail and they are: 1. hardstyle/gabber/industrial hardcore- sorta basskick 2. sickass metal guitar shredding 3. huge dramatic grandiose orchestral

if something has 1 of these i will probably like it, if it has 2 it will be a top fave, and all 3.... well i have yet to find it yet but im sure i will Ascend. here are examples of said top fave combos.

laur covers hardstyle+orchestral and i Cannot Get Enough of his shit man it goes so fucking crazy hard

metal+orchestral is unquestionably ruled by nightwish, but theyre not on bandcamp and i dont feel like finding other links so this one goes to the still-very-fucking-awesome runner-up, POWERWOLF

riikira and rabbitjunk hit metal+hardstyle, though it's less strictly hardstyle and more just general hardcore* electronica. if its got crazy amens its enough who cares. i put the ones that use actual kicks for the sake of illustrating the point here but these tracks are both pretty far from my faves from each lmao *hardcore referring to hardcore [edm] in this case, even though the genre these belong to is called "digital hardcore", which instead refers to hardcore [punk]. it's a mess out here. did you know theres two completely different things called doomcore where one is derived from metal and the other is derived from hardcore. and you never know which itsd going to be when you click on something in the doomcore tag. im dying squirtle

anyway on the other side of the hardstyle+metal combo is kobaryo [with his alias blaxervant], who's much more about the hardcore side of things and just has the metal as flair, but it is still: the best shit ever

laur also on occasion hits this side of hardstyle+metal becaue he just likes using whatever the fuck instruments

there are of course many other things i love a lot, primary examples being ambient/atmospheric, folk, and anything with a lot of Texture. im not gonna get into all that but i do have an extended list of faves/recs from the last time i was asked about this and went insane abt it. it took forever to make and my actual recs are not entirely the same as my Faves so im putting it on here too.

i keep these curated to the top of my bandcamp profile so they're the first things that display there. it's a bit old by now and some have since been shuffled out, but it's still like 80% accurate.

as for the actual recs: the angel's message is there because it's my fave brand of intense and chaotic stuff and want it to kill you full force. it already has some tracks up there so im not re-linking it

this one i recommend just because i think it's really interesting and out there and i'm curious what other people think of this sort of stuff. it's also the prime example of what i mean when i talk about Textures in music.

wolfgun is an actual rec for being genuinely just really good music. probably the most objectively cool/platonically enjoyable thing in my library

#i could keep going. u kno. forever. i didnt even touch on harsh noise #noise falls under hardstyle AND ambient AND Textures to me but its also its own thing depending on the approach #by the by i also have @bassgator on here for music sharing but i keep falling out of using it #also i always reblog stuff from there to here to add comments anyway #edit: changed the powerwolf track bc the first one wasnt working. rip 'venom of venus' you can go get it on youtube or something

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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yo Jackie, what's one trope or situation type shit that u wish people would write more fics about. like we all know ur a brown-eyed lance truther, so am I so don't snipe me down babes, but like what else would u wish the fandom would agree on more. like u wish there was more lance and pidge sibling type fics, or more modern fics, or like more dating in secret fics for keith and lance? I'm interested

thank you for asking i have several. full disclosure i am kind of a hater in some of these. did not realize how much i had locked and loaded.

1. doesn’t need to be said but i’m saying it anyway. brown-eyed lance. if i don’t get that tag within a year i am rioting.

2. i LOOOOOOOVE modern aus. they are my bread and butter. i will read a thousand of them. i will WRITE a thousand of them. i love seeing a world built around the essence of these characters, and i love building them more. where would lance be, if he wasn’t in voltron? which of the characters are friends before the whole group finally connects? how do coran and allura fit? where do they work? where do they live? i love it. every decision is a confession.

3. i think everyone needs to have more fun with shiro and allura’s characters. for whatever reason (racism), people like to write them as the villains?? or as boring assholes who are incapable of fun and/or emotions?? anyways it’s the worst. let allura and shiro be stuoid and young and fun 2k23.

4. my favourite thing to write is weird, half analytical backstories/prequels for all the characters, and i love reading them too. what are their families like? what pets if their childhood shaped the way we see them now? who did they learn their habits from? i need to know everything. i have a specific hunk & lance fic i’m thinking about that was never finished, but that changed my entire perception of both of their characters forever. i am so nosy and people in this fandom who create these entire intricate backstories for these characters we already love are so important to me

5. keith’s fanon character in general lowkey pisses me off. i feel like people are OBSESSED with writing him very one dimensional??? like either this kind of mean emo or like tsundere blushing schoolgirl??? anyways it’s weird. keith loves his friends SO much. he cares about everyone everywhere all the time, he’s literally always thinking about what he can do to help people (or he’s being a dorky dumbass lol), he cares so much so often and so deeply. he tries his hardest and puts his all into everything. he loves hugs even though he’s awkward with it. he cries frequently. he wants a mom and at the same time he doesn’t. he loves his brother and his teammates. like??? please please PLEASE i’m begging y’all don’t do keith dirty okay

6. okay you know what’s crazy?? somehow whipped keith and whipped lance ARENT tags. insane to me. like obviously both of them are stupid wicked down bad disgustingly whipped. to me these tags are like. obvious. anyways i wish there were more works under those tags

7. instead of going on a tangent on how each individual character has been done dirty in several ways by fanon, i’m just going to beg everyone in the fandom: please please PLEASE stop making them cruel to each other. okay? they’re young. they’re struggling. they’re constantly under stress literally all the time. they don’t know how to work properly with each other yet. but they LOVE each other, okay?? so much. they would do anything to protect each other. like yes, they mess up, and sometimes they say mean things, and sometimes they just say the WRONG things, and sometimes they’re just awkward with each other!! but they aren’t fucking cruel. not a single member of that team is a cruel person. remember that they want each other to be happy and safe, okay? please. if i read one more fic where the biggest conflict is born by hatred rather than miscommunication or something i am going to lose my mind

8. however there is one specific beef i have with one character’s portrayal in our fandom: HUNK IS NOT A SMOL UWU CINNAMON ROLL. i have no idea why people pretend that he’s this guy who is just constantly smiles and sunshine and who is nice to everyone. let’s not forget that hunk is lowkey a bitch. y’all remember how he acted with nyma and rolo? he is a Judgey Person, yall. he is very dry and quick. remember that he has a little tiny smidge of a superiority complex. do y’all realize how fun it is to have someone who can just constantly cut through anyone’s shit?? who is very kind but is not, necessarily, nice??? it’s AMAZING. peak comedy. also reminder that there is a fine line with making hunk an awesome amazing talented chef and making him, the only fat character, food obsessed. please do not do that to my boy.

9. i love weirdo aus. like aus that are entirely unique and one and their own. aus for movies that have never been au’ed before. brings me so much joy

10. okay this used to be a big thing for me and i don’t write it much anymore (largely bc i don’t feel i’m very qualified too) but genderqueer lance is very important to me. genderqueer all of the team, honestly, i think we should fuck around with all of their shit, not just pidge! i read this one author who would make literally all of the teams trans & nb and it was awesome. nb hunk was something i never knew i needed but something that was so obviously true. i don’t write it too often bc i tend to make everyone very feminine (i love being a girl i love being a girl so so much it blows my mind that not everyone doesn’t want to be a girl all the time it’s AMAZING and thank you trans women for teaching me that), and i know it’s a genuine problem with over-feminization of queer characters in fanon so i don’t do it to often. but there are some amazing trans authors out there who fuck with the team’s gender beautifully and it’s a pleasure to read every single time!!

11. lol and as my username suggests, i’m a big fan of autistic lance!!! i’m also huge on adhd keith, which i know very few other people have in their fics, but i wrote an essay on it a while back and i do very much agree that autistic lance and adhd keith are canon and i would LOVE to see more people write it!!

12. you said it and i one hundred percent agree — secret dating fics my LOVE. i don’t write them much either bc a lot of my fics are very team-focused but they’re so so fun to read anyway honestly

13. EDIT BECAUSE I FORGOT TO ADD. i love writing lance’s full name as Leandro Agustín Nuñez Carmen Esposita-McClain — or, shortened, Lance McClain

i have so many things honestly. so many tags that are everything to me and also thank you so SO much for the ask i love having a reason to ramble

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morningstargirl666 · 6 months

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Hey! I absolutely love your stories, and right now I'm super excited to see how TBBW will continue ☺️. I'm really curious how you came up/what inspired you to write everything about the werewolf lore and Klaus' dad being alive and quite amazing if I say so myself 🥰.

Thanks so much! And oh boy, is this a question. So, what did inspire me to write the werewolf lore and Klaus' father into the story?

Well.

That comes down to the very fundamental reason why anyone chooses to write fanfiction. I watched TVD up to s5, then I watched TO up to s3 and you know what I said to myself?

That's fucking stupid.

And then I re-wrote canon my own way out of a mix of rage and spite. Here's how:

First off - the werewolves in the tvd universe are so under-developed and shallow characterisations it wants to make me SCREAM. Like, at least for vampires, we have sire bonds and the intimacy of blood sharing, the implications that powerful vampires controlling big cities, little coffee shops with UV protected windows, the differences between daywalkers and nightwalkers - an idea of an actual SOCIETY out there. For werewolves? There's none of that. The ability to turn into a wolf on a full moon is perceived as a 'curse' by vampires and witches alike, their bite kills vampires and they've been hunted to almost extinction, and that's it. That's all we're given. There's some development in TO to do with packs and how they work, but again, very shallow writing. And again, TO, so it was centred around Hayley's werewolf journey not fucking, oh, I don't know maybe KLAUS MIKAELSON WHO IS PART WEREWOLF, THE ORIGINAL HYBRID???? So yeah. Not sure it even counts at this point.

[deeply inhales]

Sorry, it all makes me very angry thinking about it, as you can certainly tell. See, all that I can probably forgive because it is called The Vampire Diaries and not The Werewolf Diaries - makes sense they didn't spend as much time fleshing out werewolf culture and customs, the details of the species. But then. THEN they had to go bringing Klaus' biological father back from the dead - a man he never knew but probably longed to have known after his death, that little boy inside who always wanted a real father not an abusive shitbag - and then. They. Fucking. Killed him off.

Not only that but KLAUS killed him off.

Add the fact Klaroline was meant to be endgame, ENDGAME I SAY, thus, I was fuelled by such fury and spite I had to rewrite the entirety of tvd's s3-s4 because that, my friends, was the last straw and I could not live in a world where something SO stupid was left unchallenged.

So. It all began with Lycaon, really.

In TO, Ansel is the name of Klaus' father. However, I always thought it would be more interesting if his father looked more like Klaus (Ansel's actor, Lloyd Owen, doesn't look much different from Mikael, brown hair, chiselled chin, etc), for various reasons, mainly being it would be amazing to explore Klaus growing up thinking he looked like the sister that died before he was born, not knowing what his true father looked like and having no other reference since he didn't share Mikael's features. It's like, another layer of detail to him coming to terms with being a bastard. So, if I did bring in Klaus' father in with the name Ansel, readers would be forever associating the character with that physical appearance, which I didn't want. Knowing that, I decided to completely rewrite the entire character from scratch.

'Lycaon' is actually of greek origin - I did look at norse names, but none of them spoke to me, not like this one did. Lycaon just rolls of the tongue so beautifully, and it means 'king of wolves', which was rather fitting I thought. Makes Klaus a little lost prince almost, a reference to a favourite klaroline fic of mine, which expands beautifully on the werewolf lore: The Lost Prince and The Eternal Queen. The people of Scandinavia were travellers and conquerers too, famous for their navy, and with the Greek's influence in Europe, I didn't think it was too outlandish for a greek name to pop up. Like it's improbable, but lets suspend our disbelief a little on that front.

I can't quite remember what inspired Lycaon as a whole (it's been like, 3 years lol). I know I wrote that first chapter of The Little Wolf more as a way to get an idea out of my head. It wasn't about the klaroline then or any of tbbw's plot - even the rest of the little wolf's plot - which I came up with much later. It was just that scene, little Niklaus running through the woods and finding a wolf within them that felt oddly like home.

(And somehow, that one scene bloomed into what's probably going to become a 800k megafic, but isn't that how it always is, with writing?)

Going onto the deeper details of the werewolf lore... that's a mash up of everything I love about werewolves, honestly. There's inspiration drawn from other shows, of course, like Teen Wolf for example and even Twilight much to my shame (those books/movies are questionable okay but the werewolves looked BADASS) as well as just general myth and legend. There was some things I knew I didn't want to do, like make the wolf mates fated by destiny, something i've seen a lot in kc fics. That removes the romance for me, so in tbbw a wolf mate isn't a soulmate by supernatural force... they're a soulmate of choice. A mate is the wolf's first love, and the man's last - both sides have to fall in love, as one (which I think is much more poetic, no?). Which is why you have examples of Lycaon falling in love with Esther, while his wolf didn't - she wasn't his mate. I've also decided I'm going to take out the beta/omega werewolf dynamics in the edit I'm doing at the minute - originally I tried combining the fantasy werewolf pack dynamics (alpha, beta, omega) with real life wolf dynamics (wolf packs are actually families, an alpha pair being the parents of the other wolves). This is because the found family trope has me at the throat and the idea of werewolf packs being more like families? It's just such a romantic idea and I love it. So I'm changing that.

I'm always changing the lore, really. Always adding new things in. Currently, I'm rewriting the little wolf and adding some new scenes in, expanding on an idea I've had for a while and implimented elsewhere - that lycanthropy isn't a curse. It's like a....defence mechanism. It's not triggered because you killed someone - that's just a coincidence that can happen, vampire propaganda (cough, cough - Milkael's propaganda) that has spiralled out of proportion. Werewolves believe it too, because most packs and bloodlines have been decimated so catastrophically, many traditions and inherent knowledge has been lost. It's more like a trauma response? So if someone with the werewolf gene goes through something that ignites the fight or flight instinct, the wolf wakes and choosing fight. Because of course - this is werewolves we're talking about. It's more born of the idea that werewolves evolved (which I think is 100% more badass, like imagine prehistoric dire wolf werewolves people COME ON) rather than were a result of spell from some witch forgotten long ago.

But back centuries ago, before Mikael's blood feud, before the purge of werewolves, werewolf packs had this ritual? A rite of passage almost, a coming of age, that does the same thing - wakes the wolf. It's just been lost through the generations of death, destruction and fear. Or that's my headcanon of it, and you'll get a glimpse of the ritual in the little wolf, something that's happening in the background of a scene to expand on the lore.

There's so MUCH more to say about the werewolf lore. Maybe I'll reblog this and share more at a later time but this is long as it is. The werewolf lore is definitely a lot. Ah, the sacrifices I make for world building.

#klaroline #klaus x caroline #fanfiction #klaroline fanfiction #the big bad wolf #tbbw #morningstar writes #caroline forbes #klaus mikaelson #anon ask #ask me for a directors cut and i will provide #i ranted a little there anon I apologise #the world of tbbw is just a LOT lets just leave it at that

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legacyshenanigans · 8 months

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Bare with me... I'm feeling the big sentimental

I can't express to you how much Marvolo means to me, the emotional connection I have to him I've never felt for another fictional character.

No matter what happening in my life I can just look at a photo of Volo and it physically heals me (my favourite ones are those where he is smiling)

Anytime I need to disassociate from my real life I come here, like when I thought that you left for good and won't be posting anything at all I have to literally sit and think what I would do to escape to someplace better. (but also thankfully you didn't delete the blog entirely)

I lost all my photos a while back god knows how... And one of the main reasons I was sobbing my eyes out at midnight was that I had so many photos of Marvolo and Rowan and I lost them all.

There aren't many places in real life where I feel safe... Your blog is one of the few where I do, feel safe to say the first thing that comes to my mind (even if they are mostly horny thoughts heh)

I feel like I have said so much yet I still want to say more...

The main thing is that you've felt safe since day 1 and I can count on my hands how many people in my life have made me feel that way

I can't see through the tears anymore so I'm going to end it here <33

Love you so much

Wolfy 🐺

I cannot fucking express right now how much this ask touched me. I swear to god, im speechless. 🥺

What lovely words to tell me, Wolfy 💕

I was never going to go forever in general, just from HL stuff.

Your support and love has been amazing, and I really appreciate it, like, A LOT 💜

I'm so happy that my little world helped you in some way, hearing that makes me smile. 💚

BIG love to you, Wolf, seriously ❤️🤍

Also,

I do remember at one point that I had said if I left the HL fandom, I'd be taking my blog with me.

I've since realised I don't want to do that because of the bond I have to this blog now and you guy's.

Tbh, the last few days was mainly me saying goodbye to HL side of things. Because I'm not going to be posting HL content anymore (aside from a few audio's that I may make to use up my 11labs letters, then after that, I won't be posting the HL stuff anymore. And at first I thought that was also going to include my OC stuff, i'm still on the fence about what I wanna do regarding content on my OC's, but i'm happy posting murder hubby pics for now, I will make some audio's of him too, I still don't know if its worth me writing anything currently, and I wanted to take a break from doing written posts anyway for the time being, I really don't know what I wanna do.

All I know is that RIGHT now, my heart is still VERY invested in my creation of Marvolo, and tbh, Rominis too (Ominis being the only HL character I still care about because of what i built with him and Rowan) so it's hard to decide what I want to do right now in regards to written posts. I've had so many people reach out and tell me to stay and JUST write Marvolo / OC stuff if that's what makes me happy, and I mean, they're right, I should just do whatever I want, but my brain isn't my friend at the moment.

I've got pictures to post, and those 11labs letters to use, I'm just kinda taking each day as it comes to see what I want to do.

I've also had people tell me my HL love might spark again when HL2 comes out, which let's be real, isn't going to be for a long time I reckon, but yeah, I'm going to keep this blog up definitely, and I'm still going to be around ❤️

Sorry to blabber on 😅

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hayleysayshay · 1 year

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You know I don’t think I’ve ever rly done a post on why I like Mako, my forever blorbo:

He’s just the kind of neutral character I like and I think it’s because I really don’t have a strong personality and I tend to like characters some people think are boringg because they’re the straight man. Scott Summers was my favourite x-man lol.

He has weird eyebrows. It’s a plus for sure.

He has a tragic backstory, but it’s trauma that’s related to poverty. His parents were killed young and he’s been in a caretaker role since he was eight. That leaves him emotionally stunted. Emotional constipation is my jam. There is literally a post compiling all of the characters in the legend of korra crying, and Mako isn’t in it because he doesn’t cry. I think he needs a good cry.

Also his parents were killed by a firebender, he is a firebender, the show never explores this juicy source of angst.

He generally cares and is very protective over his friends. He doesn’t even really hide it, at the start of book 1 it’s clear he only cares about the people he cares about. This changes by book 4 when he sacrifices himself for the city. His world has expanded.

There’s a ruthless side to Mako, he can be a little dark, see how he threatened people for Korra in book 1 (and then Wu in book 4 lol?). He killed Ming-Hua and my own HC is that he was probs fine with because out of the four I think Mako is the most pragmatic (though tbh I don’t think we’ve seen all of what Asami can offer so maybe second most. Think Asami would murder easily).

I like his dynamic with Bolin a lot, and a lot of book 3 slaps because of this (ignore whatever the jail thing in book 2 because it’s just strange.)

I also like his dynamic with Wu which is why I’m a wuko shipper lol.

He is a very bad communicator. I think that’s neat, because communication is actually something people in general suck at talking, and I don’t ever really like people saying ‘just talk!’ A response to characters conflict, because people don’t just fucking talk to each other. Communication is hard.

Mako starts an eighteen year old who thinks he knows everything but really doesn’t. The only person he has had to rely on his entire life is himself, so his outlook on the world is very warped by his own perception of it, so I think he lacks introspection and can’t really relate to many people emotionally so he couldn’t understand Korra’s frustrations in book 2 (though yes to say Korra was also in the wrong). By book 4 he has grown more chill to trust and support Korra implicitly (who has also grown as well).

I love the breakups. Mako and Korra and Asami all seemed to like each other but never really understood one another. A lot of the issues between them were not just started by Mako (ppl forget Korra initiated the love triangle by kissing Mako without asking when she knew he had a gf) and it’s just teenagers being dumb and not being honest with eachother. I don’t think the writers set out do this in book 1 but by choosing to end the relationships in book 2 I feel like there was some awareness to the flaws present in the relationships. It is, accidentally, one of the more realistic relationships squabbles on a kids show. I love that shit because I’m weird.

All of this leads to this incredibly flawed doofus who means well. I think that’s blorbotastic.

Anyway because most of the fandom hate for the relationship drama is towards Mako I feel the need to defend him since it’s just not that bad. I also feel the need to explain every time that Mako dying would have been a very bad way to end the series, please guys, I will fight you in the streets over this.

None of this is very well explored in canon. I don’t think Mako is a blank slate character, a lot of his character is defined early on and is consistent, but it is not well developed beyond the initial setup at all. This is great for fanfic and it’s fun for headcanons. Hooray!

Because it’s underdeveloped your headcanon doesn’t need much time to work with canon as long as you actually watch the series.

#mako #tlok #lok #legend of korra #it’s half two. why did I feel the need to explain this now

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lryghe · 9 months

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MDZS thoughts; jiang cheng

I have been meaning to talk about Jiang Cheng for a while considering he is a very special character and someone that I love thinking about. Because he’s just so interesting to think about, and his closeness to the main character of the story is probably why he’s so highlighted despite the fact he doesn't contribute to the plot the same way all other characters are that have been explored in depth (e.g. Lan Wangji, Nie Huaisang, Jin Guangyao). Yes, this post will contain spoilers, but not just from the novel this time, I would like to incorporate elements from the live action (despite my dislike of it). This may end up being not nearly as thought out as I usually am with my posts, to which I apologise for in advance (also for those who may eventually expect the second half of my MXTX themes and conventions post, you will never get it. I lost inspiration and my thought process deleted itself so I have nothing for you).

I saw a post the other day and it was exploring the idea of characters that are driven by grief and rage, characters who devolve over the length of the story, characters who change, but never for the better. And my first thoughts were like Azula, or maybe Sasuke, but then I remembered that my favourite fictional character of all time, Jiang Cheng is Right Here and he’s so interesting to analyse. Because he is that character that is driven by grief and rage. He has been fighting since he was like 17 and became Jiang Sect Leader at the cost of everyone around him. He is the character that devolves over the length of the story, because he’s so strong for the majority of it, but 13 years of mourning and a revived brother who turns his whole world upside down again is so so damaging to him. And he is that character who changes for the worse, because young Jiang Cheng was always so willing to go along with his older brothers schemes, always so desperate for the approval of those around him, but decades of grief have worn him down to his very foundations, and he is a husk of grief disguised as rage. He no longer needs the approval of the Sect Leaders around him because he is the fearsome Sandu Shengshou, the three poisons.

I refuse to assume a pitying role with Jiang Cheng though. I see a lot of people saying he did nothing wrong, that he was the victim in the entire situation but I seriously despise when people say this about him. Because he has very clearly done bad things, and sometimes he has no excuse. Sometimes he was just a bad guy, and that’s okay. The live action went on this whole narrative about how Wei Wuxian was a total victim in everything that happened and people have started applying this type of narrative to every other characters, which is so silly in places because MXTX creates these characters to be criticised. They are well rounded and whole characters, and there is a whole spectrum of grey in regards to their actions and motivations. You are definitely allowed to feel bad for characters though, who am I to tell you what to do, but remember to be objective in analysis. Jiang Cheng ‘tortured’ demonic cultivators because he hated his brother so much (allegedly), he abandoned his brother when he was the Yiling Patriarch, he is harsh and cruel and he’s always able to find the one thing to hurt those around him (even to Wei Wuxian, who is notoriously good at not being hurt by what others say to him).

And to ignore this would be a disservice. Jiang Cheng is forever a part of Wei Wuxian’s backstory, forever the character in MDZS that does not get their redemption, forever Sandu Shengshou, a poison to those surrounding him. And it’s so interesting to think about this concept of poison in relation to Jiang Cheng because objectively, it's like. Kind of true. Literally every other Jiang is dead, even the unofficial Jiang, Wei Wuxian. No one likes Jiang Cheng very much, and he’s purposefully left out of the big 3 ‘zuns’ of the cultivation world, a very informal alliance between the Lans, Nies, and Jins. Even geographically so (in reference MXTX’s presentation of where the sects would be on a real map of China) Yunmeng is isolated from all other notable sects, the only notable place nearby being the Qishan Wen and the Burial Mounds, both not being very happy places to be. His nephew Jin Ling embodies all the outward traits that people don't like about him, brash and arrogant and refusal to admit one's faults. In all senses of the world, Jiang Cheng really is a poison to everyone around him. And this idea of poison is so cool because Jiang Cheng is a background character objectively. His screen time is mostly just to further the emotional plights of Wei Wuxian but he’s such an important antagonist (of sorts!).

The time skip is both a wonderful and fearsome thing in reference to this thought, because we can only guess what happens during those 13 years where he doesn't have screen time, and although there are parts mentioned of what happens (e.g. Jin Guangyao becomes sect leader, Nie Mingjue dies, Lan Wangji goes wherever the chaos is) we don't know the details, specifically in regards to Jiang Cheng. Those 13 years is where he is pushed out of the narrative spotlight, and he’s not relevant until the whole golden core fiasco near the end, which is good because it keeps him as a background character (being otherwise would be detrimental to the themes of the novel), but scary because it takes away so much power from the other characters.

I just want to end this by saying that I actually love Jiang Cheng and that manifests in writing long posts about how horrible and complicated he is because it's completely fine to be a bad person, that's what makes some of these characters so interesting. He is my favourite out of all of MXTX’s works, right up there alongside Luo Binghe and Xie Lian. So if you ever see me ‘dissing’ these characters, it is born from a love that compels me to analyse them.

Also I wrote this instead of revising for an assessment worth 30% of my overall grade literally an hour before said assessment worth 30% of my overall grade.

Words: 1091

Reading time: 4 mins

#no regrets if i fail its fine anyways (cryinh)#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #mxtx #jiang cheng #jiang wanyin #sandu shengshou #lan wangji #the untamed #cql #wei wuxian #luo binghe #xie lian #tagging every character mentioned because im silly like that #expect a vicious mbti analysis of him in the future ft me dissing the fuck out of literally every pdb poster on the mdzs profiles

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ofmermaidstories · 4 months

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Hi Mermie! I don't think I have ever sent an ask but I guess now is a good time as any. I actually found out about you from Andie (actually now that I think about it... I found a lot of wonderful writers through her) and lemme tell you BOY AM I GLAD I DID.

Your writing is like a box of chocolates :> whenever I see something new from you I don't know whether it's gonna be the sweetest thing I have ever read or if it's going to have me clutching my heart sobbing on the floor at 2 in the morning lol (casually side eyes the drabble you wrote about reader who can see the way ppl die- no joke I actually sat there on my couch for 10 minutes trying not to bawl my eyes out) Well but as if all that isn't just testament to what an amazing writer you are! I also LOVE LOVE LOVE your art! If I could eat it I think it would taste like strawberry wafers and marshmallow fluff. Oh shoot wait I was here for the game?! AHHH WAIT I AM SO SORRY FOR GETTING SIDETRACKED!

Ok wait lets see-

48. Who is your favorite character you have written for? Has this changed once you have started writing for the fandom?

I have a feeling it's bakugo but the way you write deku is so SCRUMPTIOUS.

49. What fic do you think is the best introduction of you as an author?

I am just really curious of how you answer this lol

69. What are your fave fics at the moment?

I just really wanted some good recs and I trust your taste!

72. What's your favorite writing compliment you have gotten?

Let's face it an amazing writer you must have gotten (well atleast you deserve) all the compliments in the world! I wanna know which one stuck with you. Also I am just petty I wanna one up that compliment and woo you~~~ <3

I am sorry oof I didn't think this ask would get this long. Regardless there is just one more thing... How... well is there a way you can send emoji's on laptop?? I really wanna send you that tulip bouquet emoji :(

Oh well I can't find it :< *sends you the most beautiful bouquet telepathically~*

lmaoooo, andie is very much incredibly generous, in that regard—uplifting other people. 🥹🌷 but hi castle! hi!! you’re very much like andie, i’m afraid—too sweet and entirely too generous with your kind words. 🫣 i am undeserving of the attention, but thank-you. 🥺 it means a lot, especially since i’ve seen you flitting about and spreading the excitement and the sunshine. ☀️ but okay let’s play. 😌

48. Who is your favorite character you have written for? Has this changed once you have started writing for the fandom?

lmao. bakugou is the love of my life, yes, but if i had to pick a favourite canon character to have written for, it’s izuku!! i think being the main character of My Hero gives him more to play with—which in turn makes him so much more satisfying. 🥹

if i had to pick a favourite character in general, though, to have written for—it’d be scribbles!

49. What fic do you think is the best introduction of you as an author?

oh, easy peasy. it’s surrender (whenever you’re ready).

i think it’s a fair representation of my style, and also does the hand-holding of gradually working up to those massive chapter lengths i tried to get away with in SJLT lmao. but more importantly, more than the one-shots i have sitting there on my ao3, it’s the introduction to what i guess is my biggest selling point: the serialisation and interconnectivity.

69. What are your fave fics at the moment?

i haven’t been reading much in the last year (mostly bc i’ve either preferred to stare at my wall and disassociate or crash hard into bed for five hour naps lmao) but the last fic i read that like, i consumed, was:

a blur of conquerors by her_black_tights

When Eren was ten, thirteen years felt like a long time. Most people he’d known died young, so he’d never expected to reach old age. But he’s in his ninth year of his term now. So is Mikasa. And he used to think he’d have something like forever to finally make sense of the way she’s weaved her way between his ribs, to learn the name of this particular brand of madness. But when he sees her skin knitting back together now, all he can think about is the day that it won’t.

Attack On Titan, Eremika, Marleyan Warriors AU, Explicit. it’s smut heavy; most of HBT’s fics are. HBT also writes a lot of daddy kink, and while it’s not apart of this fic, there is a dom/sub sensibility to their writing that does seem to influence HBT’s characterisation of Eren and Mikasa. i really enjoy their writing—when i found their fics i spent the whole day with them, completely useless for anything else. 🥹 but read your tags and remember to look after yourselves etc etc.

72. What's your favorite writing compliment you have gotten?

lmaooo, you’re cute castle. 🥹🌷 this one is hard tho because i think people underestimate the power even a handful of kind words have tbh. 🥺 all comments make me feel some kind of way (it’s not an excuse but it is why i get so bad at replying bc my brain basically keysmashes itself into knots at any hint of kindness), but i guess the most recent that have stuck out to me are a couple from the last chapter of the deku fic—from a couple of peeps who mentioned being surprised about seeing their own country or people in it. it meant a lot to me that it meant something to someone else, too. none of us live in isolation; we exist in a big world. and idk. it was just nice to be reminded of that. 🥺

don’t ever apologise for the excitement!!! it was fun. 🥺 thank-you for giving me something to mull over. 🥹 tbh with the emojis tho i just copy and paste from like emojiwiki or something lmaoooooo. but also, here, i drew u one instead—

#surveys and games oh my #castle i hope you are having nothing but an incredible week 🥹 happy new year 🌷

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tsoi45 · 2 years

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Группа крови (Blood Type) - Кино (1985)

It's unbelievably hard for me to express my love and passion for things like cinema, music or literature. If I like an album to the point of feeling the need to tell someone about it, then that is exactly the type of thing that leaves me speechless. This record is just that.

Кино (Kino - 'Cinema' in Russian) are quintessential Russian music gods. These guys, led by the legendary Viktor Tsoi (1962-1990), came at a time of profound change for the Soviet Union - the era of Gorbachev, of Glasnost, Perestroika, of unfolding empires and disillusioned dreams. Much like other bands who revolutionised their country's music scene, and especially due to them being at the right place at the right time, their music came to define a Soviet youth of uncertainty, whose world was broadening immensely just as it crumbled around itself. The things they had known and taken for granted all their lives were now being questioned, their nation barrelling toward doom. No other band, from where I stand, captures the complexity of changing times quite like Kino.

Bombastic, joyful, insecure, melancholic, exhausted and hopeful. These emotions coexist not only in Tsoi's vocals and lyrics about the frustration, routine and quiet rebellion of life in the USSR but are the summation of the crossroads of history that him and millions of young Soviet people found themselves in in 1988. To this day they are widely beloved, and it is beautiful to think that lyrics and melodies written in a setting so different from ours today still soothe those who seek peace and solace in Tsoi's music.

Nearly all, if not all the tracks in this record were massive hits at the time of its release. The title track, first on the album, is still frequently named one of the greatest tracks in Russian music across several lists. When Metallica came to Russia in 2019, they played Группа крови in honor of Tsoi, whose death in a car crash had happened almost twenty-nine years to the day of their concert - and it was the most applauded song of the entire set that night.

My favourite track, though, is Бошетунмай - an unexpectedly reggae song whose title either means nothing or was just never explained by Tsoi. It resembles nothing else in their discography, a track where monotone vocals and reflective lyrics collide against the aggressively upbeat attitude of the instrumental. The lyrics, like much of the band's discography, don't openly refer to specifics about Soviet life while very much hinting at the state of affairs of the era. All of these things form something almost surreal, a manifestation of the times that is as beautiful as it is moving.

He who left his home at fifteen Will hardly understand a private high school student He who’s got a good schedule for his life Will hardly be thinking about anything else

We drink our tea in old apartments We wait for the summer in old apartments, In old apartments where there is electricity, Gas, telephone, hot water, radio, parquet, Bathroom, a brick building, One family, two families, three families, (No ground or top floor proposals!) Close to the metro, center. Everybody says we’re together Everybody says but very few know where we have to gather And an unusual smoke creeps out of our chimneys Halt! Danger! Brainwork! Mmm, Boshetunmai! (Translation: @queensboro)

I've said this before but it is worth mentioning again - Группа Крови is one of those records that comes once in a lifetime. It grabbed the zeitgeist of its time and froze it forever, opening the window to a youth that screamed then and still screams to this day: "Цой жив!"

#1980s #80s rock #80s music #russian #music #rock music #rock #kino #Кино #viktor tsoi #виктор цой #band #cold war #album #music review #russia

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jacaranda-bloom · 2 years

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Five Fave Fics

The always lovely @haztobegood tagged me to share my Five Fave Fics - thank you so much! This is always really hard because my favourites oscillate depending on my mood and how recently I’ve written them, but here’s how I’m feeling it at the moment...

🍁 Man, Deconstructed | 14k | Explicit | I think this one will always be high up on my list of fave’s. It’s just the right length to read in one sitting, the characters are so earnest and adorable, and the secondhand embarrassment just gets me every single time.

Where a well-meaning best mate, a sculpture-worthy arse, and a heaping dose of misunderstanding combine to create sheer and utter chaos, and also, maybe, the best thing Harry’s ever found.

🍁 The Future Is Now | 16k | Explicit | Another short one that always makes me smile. Louis is charmingly oblivious to what the universe (or rather the fortune telling machine) is trying to reveal to him about his best mate. He eventually gets there, of course, but the road he travels and the scenarios he has to navigate are deliciously infuriating and that just makes the ending even more satisfying.

Where Louis follows the fortunes five times to seek out his true love, and the one time he realises that what he's been searching for might've been right in front of him all along.

🍁 In A Twinkling | 90k | Explicit | Ahhhh my 2021 Advent Fic. It never ceases to amaze me how the underlying messages in this fic crept up and whacked me over the head. I still remember calling my sister mid-meltdown when people started commenting about Louis’ journey of self-discovery and how much it resonated with them. It had started as a quick romp of a thing, and then ended up consuming me in the best possible way. I’ll forever be grateful for the ride the readers took me on with this one, for how they embraced the characters, and for giving me the most wonderful Christmas Present that lasted the whole of December.

Where Louis’ Nan just wants him to be happy, to settle down with a nice boy, and bring him around for Christmas. Louis is too busy with his career to bother about relationships, but in an attempt to appease his Nan, he sends her photoshopped pictures of him and his pretend boyfriend, Harry. The fact that the man in the pictures is none other than Harry Styles, world famous Gucci model—and recurrent star of Louis’ fantasies—is irrelevant. It’s not like their paths will ever cross… So it comes as somewhat of a surprise when Louis returns home for Christmas and walks into his Nan’s sitting room only to find the real-life Harry Styles happily chatting away with the grey-haired ladies of his Nan’s Crochet Circle.

🍁 No Going Back | 56k | Explicit | This one will likely make any faves list of mine for a long time to come. This was the fic where I felt I found my writing style and really hit my stride. The setting on an isolated island off the bottom of Australia where they were caretakers for a lighthouse just really landed with me. But it wouldn’t have been half the fic it was without being able to work with an amazing collaborator to create the separate travel blog, which was such a treat!

Where one choice - a left instead of a right, a go instead of a stop, a yes instead of a no - can change the future forever and that sometimes, taking that leap of faith, is worth the risk.

🍁 If You’re Out There (I’ll Find You Somehow) | 56k | Explicit | I know hybrid fics aren’t everyone’s cup of tea, but this fic was where I felt like I really started to push the boat out and be braver with my writing. The amount of world building that went into this story was overwhelming at times, but is probably also where I found the passion for it that has continued up until this day. Creating an entirely new society, with many of the same problems we have in our own world, just revealed through a different lens was so rewarding for me. Anyway, I adore this fic and I will love it until the end of time.

History teaches us many things. It allows us to learn from the mistakes and achievements of our past, it colours our present, and guides and influences our future.

Sometimes change comes quickly, barrelling on and sweeping up everything in its path.

Sometimes change comes more slowly, one tentative step at a time, barely making a ripple in the fabric of society.

Sometimes change needs an army, a force so powerful it overwhelms all who try to stand in its way.

But sometimes, all it takes is one man, whose love for another is so pure, so enduring, and so powerful that it can rise up and triumph against all the odds.

This is the story of how one man’s love changed the world.

I’ll tag @allwaswell16 @disgruntledkittenface @lululawrence @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed @evilovesyou @neondiamond @parmahamlarrie and @fallinglikethis if you’d like to do this and haven’t already xx

#July 28 2022 #tag games #five fave fics

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