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writters-clock · 6 months
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Hello! Hope you're having a good day! May I request some headcanons for Dracula from Castlevania? Like how he reacts to Lisa being very affectionate with him and always kissing him or cuddling him. If you don't write for this ship it could be human reader too. 😊
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Dracula x Lisa headcanons!!
Warnings : none,
Request : "Hello! Hope you're having a good day! May I request some headcanons for Dracula from Castlevania? Like how he reacts to Lisa being very affectionate with him and always kissing him or cuddling him. If you don't write for this ship it could be human reader too. 😊"
Notes : OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!! DRACULA!!! I love him and his wife sm. But I swear to god if his ass isnt in nocturne im cancling my netflix subscription. Also im so sorry about that photo its the o ly one i have of them saved and i am too tired to look for a ashtetic one on google
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✰> That man has not been held properly in like. A century
✰> Bro needs affection. Loves it too!
✰> He isn't much of a PDA person, even with Lisa, it's just something odd about it to him.
✰> He took him a good minute to get used to the absolute SHOWERS, no... Storms? Fuck it HURRICANES of affection that woman gives him. He loves it too.
✰> He dosent have much of an... 'outer reaction'? He just dosent show it often, but it makes him feel little butterflies with every little kiss Lisa gives him.
✰> Also enjoy this thought, baby Alucard having a nightmare so he sleeps DIRECTLY in between them.
✰> Has Dracula acidentally rolled on top of him a few times? Probably.
✰> ANYWAYS- main focus again. Vlad is 100% retutning all that affection back to Lisa in private, he will not let go of that woman.
✰> Yet he does his best to be gentle with her
✰> To him, human lives are as fragile as glass, and he DESPERATELY clings to her whenever they cuddle with the slight fear it might just be the last time.
✰> Her cuddles make him feel 'soft' not like the spooky scary 'oooo Vlad Dracula Tepes' everyone says he is.
✰> It makes him feel... Human
✰> Through everything? He needs her affection and attention, no matter how soft it makes him.
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mamadoc · 3 days
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The Rookie timeline drives me bonkers.
Nolan and Bailey decided to try for a baby literally seconds after the Chenford break-up. But in this episode (6x7 which is only 1 day long), Nolan consoles Bailey that it’s only been TWO WEEKS.
But when Grey talks to Tim about his first day back on patrol, he says he’s been reprimanded for reckless behavior and broken up with his girlfriend WITHIN THE LAST WEEK.
This somewhat confirms my suspicion that the writers for Nolan and Bailey don’t talk to the writers for Chenford.
The Bailan team is dishing out love and happiness. The Chenford team is trying the dig the hole deeper each with each episode and enjoys watching their main characters struggle.
The Bailan team LOVES cheesy lines, awkward scenes, and sexy references that are anything but sexy. The Chenford team seems to be preferring soul-crushing breakups, a strong theme of dishonesty, and a focus on mental health.
It’s like watching two different shows that cross over each other occasionally.
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raineandsky · 4 months
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#84
There’s been a new series of attacks on the city. Nothing that anyone can blame on current villains, no—this is the work of someone new. Someone crueller than the rest.
The hero can’t catch them. No one knows why. The hero always shrugs and promises to try harder when people ask. No one knows. No one can know.
A building blows up, the hero gets called in, she’s always too late. The superhero is slowly losing patience, but appearances matter—the hero always throws them her best winning smile with a pledge to bring the fist of justice down on the vigilante, and her word on it seems to calm them down a little.
Easy. Keep up appearances. Stay alert. Don’t get caught.
This is the hero’s mantra that she always repeats to herself, minutes before she gets her inevitable call to the crime scene. 
Keep up appearances. With a flick of her wrist a match lights, pushing the gloom back slightly. Stay alert. She carefully holds it to a long fuse at her feet. Don’t get caught. The light sparks, and the hero starts to make her getaway before the bomb sets off and the building collapses on her. She sets her stopwatch—three minutes. Okay.
Across the hall. Downstairs. To the main door and out—
“Fancy seeing you here.”
The hero whips back, with barely contained horror, to face the villain, leaning against a doorframe and smirking at the hero like he knows something. The hero’s insides twist nervously at the expression. “Didn’t take you for a derelict building kind of gal,” he continues casually.
“All the city is under my watch,” she snaps a little too quickly. “Derelict buildings are in my care, too, just as much as the populated ones are.”
The hero can hear the hissing of the fuse upstairs, even from here. The villain can too, from the way he tilts his head thoughtfully. Or maybe she’s imagining things and he can’t hear a thing.
She moves to get past the villain. He leans across the doorway as if that can truly stop her. It wouldn’t, but catching the villain in an about-to-be-blown-up building was not part of the plan. She fixes him with a hard glare instead. “I suggest you move,” she spits, but the villain only laughs.
“What, no time for a dance with your favourite criminal?”
He holds his hands out to her like he’s serious but she bats him away. “Leave, [Villain],” she demands, praying it sounds more like a command than a warning. “You shouldn’t be here.”
She shoves past him and he thankfully moves this time, stumbling back into the doorframe as she skirts around him. He follows her as she lets herself out the main door, and she’s distantly thankful that he’s so persistent. 
“And you should?” the villain snaps harshly. “The agency sends its finest out to wander about buildings five seconds from collapsing?”
The hero would laugh at the irony if she wasn’t so worried about how close they are to the door and how short that fuse surely is by now. She turns to him and hopes her usual heroic smugness is sitting in its place.
“If you want to dance,” she says, quicker than can be played off as smooth, “we can do it where everyone can watch.”
She turns to run but the villain catches her arm, uncharacteristic concern etched into this expression. “What’s going on with you?” he asks softly. “You’re acting weird.”
Fuck, he knows. He’s going to carefully pry a confession out of her like he’s the good guy. Okay, I’m the big scary villain everyone’s looking for! I’m the one bringing the city to its knees! Then the villain will arrest her or some shit. He’s an undercover hero. He’s– he’s going to tell the superhero, her life is over. He knows, he knows he knows he knows—
The hero’s stopwatch beeps cheerfully from her pocket, and before she can think what she’s doing she tackles the villain to the floor.
Whatever noise of surprise the villain made at the contact is lost to the deafening boom of the bomb erupting, gutting the building without a care. She can’t see it—doesn’t want to, not really—but the debris scatters across the street like a taste of the carnage behind her. She can see some of the disaster in the reflection of the villain’s widened, startled eyes—fire, smoke, and merciless, cold-hearted destruction.
The villain finally manages to tear his gaze from the mutilated remains of the building and back to the hero. She can’t meet his eye. He knows. There’s no doubt he does. She stares at where concrete is jabbing into her palms instead.
“Did you just save my life?“ His question almost sounds offended. The hero almost laughs at the unexpectedness of it.
“You’re welcome.”
His gaze flits back to the building crumbling over the hero’s shoulder. “You—” His voice catches on nerves. She’s never seen him actually scared of her before. “You did that. You’ve done all of them.”
No point in lying anymore. “I have to do a lot to get the agency’s attention nowadays.”
Something pulls at the corner of the villain’s lips, and it takes her a moment to realise that it’s a smile. Unabashed, delighted, like he’s just stumbled across a pile of gold.
“You’re on the wrong team,” he says. “There’s a place for someone like you with us.”
And, to be honest, the hero knows he’s right.
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tequiilasunriise · 10 months
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Annabel Lee & Fears: A Short Essay Based On Ep70
Here it is, folks, the truest crux of Annabel’s character, her deepest fears is not going mad or even people discovering she’s not as put together as she tries to appear, but rather:
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Was that gambit of constant scheming and using others worth it, Annabel? Was always trying to think ten steps ahead and always keep yourself in a position of power and control truly worth it, because how can you ever be trusted when all you do is play 5D chess with everyone?
There is is, folks!!! Just like her greatest strength- her cunning willpower- is centered around a certain bright moon, Annabel’s greatest fear is rooted in Lenore. The deepest, darkest trenches of her soul, the one thing that would shatter her heart and send her lungs choking fer breath? The killing blow that would end her and make all these charades worthless? It’s Lenore seeing her constant conniving and asking Annabel, “Why would I be any different? You already have no problem using everyone else as a pawn, how could I ever possibly trust you, Annabel Lee?”
The way Annabel is SUCH a great morally grey character, y’all tell me you love hot villains yet many a time I’ve seen people calling Annabel too heartless. She’s the opposite! She cares!! SO MUCH!!! She would burn the world down if it meant kissing Lenore one last time, to the point where her deepest fear is losing Lenore in the process of trying to protect her. All Annabel knows is using manipulation to gain the upper hand because simply being born a woman in the Victorian era she was so throughly disadvantaged by such a horribly misogynistic society that girlypop had to scrape together any form of control she could. Annabel wants so badly to protect Lenore but all she knows are her own methods of protecting herself, which involves plausibility deniability and facades and sometimes sheer cruelty, and that’s where the conflict arises. From the start Annabel assumed Lenore and her had the same understanding of this ‘fake enemies’ ploy going on but surprise surprise babygirl, not everyone is overthinking four parallel universes ahead like you do. This boils over into her lover having doubts on what’s real and what’s not, which then culminates into Lenore asking if Annabel is using her affections as empty currency to get what she wants, and Annabel’s first move to tell Lenore to fucken kill her????
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“To you alone, I have left myself completely defenseless.”
The drama of it all!! The shattered facade leading to exploding vulnerability of it all!! The dim sun sparking out into a heat death just to prove her sincerity of it all!!! The exposed innermost organs ripping out my heart with my bare hands and begging you, “Do you see it now? Do you see the way it beats for you and only you? Tell me you see it, tell me you see me…” of it all!!
Oh baby the way Annabel still retains this deep fear of Lenore not truly believing in the “only thing that’s real” to her, the way her lover’s ghost still lingers and haunts her and is then ripped up from her innermost psyche like a desecrated grave and given form by Ada’s power. The way, after all this time- and I mean all this time from Lenore’s constructed resurrection, to their relationship blossoming into a wedding, all the fucking way up to that bell tower scene, the fucken way Annabel still never truly let go of her fear that Lenore doesn’t see her, doesn’t see how she alone bashed through all of Annabel’s walls and made a home where her heart laid. I’m sure during their living relationship all the way until the wedding Annabel’s fears were greatly settled, but it’s the fucken way these panels implied that this wretched heartache never completely left Annabel’s guilt-wracked soul.
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I just know, okay I just KNOW, that even up until she was putting her wedding dress on Annabel still questioned if she even deserved this happy ending because she still feel phantoms of guilt fer this betrayal. This comic only furthers this implication of unabsolved guilt when it’s made clear as day that Annabel’s biggest fear is Lenore not believing in her love. And before anyone argues how Annabel can currently feel guilt fer betraying Lenore when she hasn’t recovered the memory yet, I’ll argue back that from the very beginning of the comic these two were inexplicably drawn to each other even when they had NO memories. Therefore, even if she doesn’t have the explicit memory, I highly doubt Annabel’s subconscious would ever let go of something as huge as deeply hurting the one person she truly cared about in such a wretched way.
Fuck, dude, I mean Annabel’s greatest fear wasn’t even Lenore dying- which was already a huge thing if y’all remember her tearstreaked, panicked, “What is left? If she’s not here, what’s the point?”- no her greatest is Lenore!!! Not!!! Believing!! Her!!! Like yeah losing Lenore physically definitely would’ve cut so deep even her bones would bear the scars, but losing Lenore in the form of the other woman walking the same ground as her but choosing to stay away?? Call her fucking selfish because some people would rather have their other half still be alive even if they’re not by their side, but Annabel ain’t one of them that’s fer sure. Babygirl has spent a lifetime perfecting the craft of deceiving others fer her own gain, but the ONE TIME she’s genuine her heart is to be called nothing more but empty??? Oh babbyyy that’s gotta fucken hurt.
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The thing is, I don’t think Annabel really loves herself all that much. I really don’t. A huge focus on self-preservation doesn’t necessarily mean one really loves themselves, and when we add the aforementioned guilt she carries? Plus, the fact that Annabel being forced to swallow down her anxiety attacks from a young age could easily lead to her having a rather sour view of her 'not normal' self? Yeah no yeah, I truly don’t think Annabel loves herself that much, if at all. So really, this line is adding immense insult to already grievous injury. Not only does Annabel deeply fear Lenore not believing her affections to be true, she also fears the New Yorker misconstruing her as nothing more but a shallow as hell, prissy, little pampered damsel, a role pretty much everyone else regulates her into whether she wants it or not (right from the beginning, before she even set her schemes in full effect, Annabel was already explaining, “Ada wanted a queen, so I gave her one”). Lenore, the only one Annabel had believed to ever really see her fer her, is now discrediting Annabel’s vulnerable affections AND seeing her as that unloving ice queen like everyone else?? Horrible terrible horrible!!! She may have a ribbon threatening to strangle her right now, but it’s clear that ghost!Lenore’s words are what truly cut her down to size. Y’all seeing that fucken pain in Annabel’s eyes? Her worst fear is just so… personal.
Which actually leads me to my next point, which is how just before Annabel’s worst fear is revealed in stark, horrifying detail, we see Prospero’s. Lemme just preface this by saying what Prospero went through is n o t any less terrible and is a super fucken mega valid fear/trauma, but let me cook y’all just hear me out. Prospero’s fear seems to be about medical malpractice and/or being conscious during a painful operation that likely went south (aka ‘oh shiiitttt he fucken DEAD-‘), and that’s fucking tragic as all hell. Yet, okay let me cook here, it’s more… I don’t want to say general, because that does NOT mean his fear is any less significant but it’s like. Way back when, death via medical bullshit was more or less fairly common, especially during wartimes (which is the era I headcanon Prospero to be from); meanwhile, Annabel’s fear is so uniquely hers, it’s borne of a culmination of specific experiences tied together by her relationship with Lenore.
By contrast of a more common fear vs something so deeply personal and specific to this one person- because it’s not just unrequited love, it’s being so vehemently denied and misunderstood by the ONE (1!) person who you wholeheartedly trusted in your entire life who also oops mega died on you- this distinction gives way to an almost more raw, more visceral feeling to Annabel’s fear sequence. Again!!! I am not undermining Prospero’s own trauma, I promise!!! But you have to admit that there’s something, from a narrative standpoint, that hits so much harder with how deeply personal Annabel’s fear is. The contrast is even more great when you look at how Prospero’s involved a buncha bloodied hands not really tied to any faces or even any indication of personhood like accessories, scars, etc etc. It could’ve been a group of anyone holding him down hurting him; on the flipside, Annabel is being restrained by one very specific person we see in full view. The faceless crowd who could’ve been anyone at anytime vs the lone perpetrator whose history you know like a second name. It’s just!!! So personal!!!
In conclusion, on the surface level, one would think a character so deeply ingrained in using deceptions and manipulation would have her greatest fear tie into having her true nature revealed to everyone she’d fooled, but then it turns out it’s the complete fucking opposite. What homegirl fears the most is her truest, innermost self not being believed and accepted by just one (1!) person. The way it’s framed is just so heartstabbingly personal, especially when you parallel it to a previous fear sequence just a few panels preceding it. This is it, your honor, this is Annabel’s deepest driving force broken down to its bare essentials. To hell with whatever reputation she’s carefully crafted! Who cares what anyone else thinks of her if she doesn’t believe her, if she doesn’t SEE her. Really, truly see her. Lenore is the defining point that Annabel has revolves around so wholeheartedly, and there’s no point to anything anymore if Annabel loses her. This crux of her character, OHHH BBAAABBYY it’s just so well done because we, as the audience, have been given clear evidence to build up this narrative of Annabel’s characterization fer so long now and to finally see it come together in a fiery explosion of lesbian angst with this latest chapter??? Gods, the writing of Nevermore will never not drive me absolutely insane in the membrane.
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ssaalexblake · 4 days
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absolutely hate it when something stupid and negative somebody wrote on one of my positive fandom posts gets stuck in my head but like, i truly wish i'd asked the rando person who said they just Couldn't keep watching 13's era because of the constant put downs of men if they'd legitimately gotten her era and moffat era dw confused (which does, quite frankly, have a ~girls rule boys smell~ lean to it uncomfortably often) because that is simply preferable to the alternative that they meant it and genuinely think that men Not being front and centre is an affront to men and that they couldn't deal with it. But I blocked them bc Be Real. But I regret not asking even though I strongly suspect that the answer would have given me a headache.
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witchthewriter · 6 months
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Virgo Sun | Aries Moon | Cancer Rising
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gidakata · 1 year
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this will FOREVER be one of my fav scenes of dr who ever and is one of the reasons why I INSIST its like. at least horror adjacent. but def has a lot of horror undertones (like all scifi does) bc THIS BIT AND THESE BITS ARE SO!!! GRRR GRRR THE TENSION1!!1 THE OH!! WHAT IS IT!! IVE SEEN THIS EPISODE SO MANY TIMES AND SO MANY TIMES IM LIKE !!! WHATS THAT TICKING NOISE!!
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writters-clock · 6 months
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Can we get some Hollow Knight x reader headcannons? 👉👈
Preferably with a they/them AFAB reader, maybe about them re-uniting with hollow after they've managed to outlive the infection?
Thank u!
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HK x Reader headcanons!!
Warnings : none?? I think?? Do spoilers for hollow knight still exsist??
Request : "Can we get some Hollow Knight x reader headcanons? Preferably with a they/them AFAB reader, maybe about them re-uniting with hollow after they've managed to outlive the infection?"
Notes : mmm bugs, the bane of my exsistance.
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✰> That poor thing. Probably tired as hell.
✰> Bud reunited with you and seems so sleepy (I mean they had a whole god throwing a tantrum in their body for fuck knows how long.)
✰> They, nontheless are surprised your still alive!
✰> they gonna give you a big ol' hug and not let go for like five minutes.
✰> and then immediatly after affectionately headbutt you like a cat.
✰> Let them take a nap with you, cuddle up with them while they hold you.
✰> What do you do with this info? Make them good soup. Preferably not orange soup.
✰> Also their posture is ABSOLUTELY FUCKED after being hung up like a christmas light for so long everytime the move its just creaky cracky noises.
✰> They lay around a lot more. Sometimes even forget what they were doing a lot easier.
✰> They will need time to heal, Hollow can't help it.
✰> The more and more you are willing to help them with, the more and more they appreciate you.
✰> You have to help bandage them up depending on how long it's been since the whole 'Mmm Little Ghost gonna fight god' thing happened.
✰> They are very patient with you still, just like before, very calm too.
✰> If you need something, they still try their best to get it.
✰> They care so much for you and wish to be able to show you that through gifts.
✰> However what they cannot gain, they give through nightly cuddles.
✰> Turns out, they feel colder than before. Like warm food slowly cooling off.
✰> Maybe thats a good thing? Or maybe they just need a blanket.
✰> However with the process of their healing, time is the best thing you two have got.
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mamadoc · 1 month
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Okay. I feel like these scenes need to be either 24 or 48ish hours apart. Not the ‘I’ve spent the last 36 hours imagining you bleeding out.’
Date NIGHT, candlelit paella dinner, Tamara coming home from school, dark outside = evening
Then we see Lucy sleeping by herself once, she says he called in sick to work (implying once), we see him go into that house in the morning, when he comes to the apartment it’s dark outside and seems like evening again.
So 24 hours?? 28 hours maybe? But NOT 36, right?
These Rookie writers have ZERO respect for time. Or math, apparently.
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alectology-archive · 11 months
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“single pov versus multiple pov” “optimum chapter length” “best final wordcount” what story are you trying to tell. structure is just a tool that helps enhance storytelling!!! there are no rules, there’s no Right way to do art!!
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silverskye13 · 11 months
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In which there is blood and steel [There is a pretty intense fight scene this chapter! TWs in the chapter summary.]
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I will say that it's kind of funny to see Seven going from Voyager's specialest little girl to whatever the fuck is happening to her on s3 where she's basically reduced to backdrop with the occasional (out of character) quip. No one is ever truly safe on Trek unless you're a white man
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bklynmusicnerd · 12 hours
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I know this sounds pretty hypocritical coming from someone who abandoned the sinking ship that is GH yet again, but uh, support Tabyana Ali as much as you can. She's going to need a lot of support until she can get the hell up outta there because I see no signs she's getting any support from tptb.
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wolvertooth · 6 months
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(Wolverine 1988, issue #46)
i wake up. i think about them being partners, i am forced to go on with the rest of my day like i am normal.
THEY WERE FRIENDS THEY WERE PARTNERS THEY WERE PROGRAMMED TO HATE EACHOTHER ok ok ok ok but this is also a really fucking important for sabretooth cuz usually his character is portrayed as WANTING to be in the weapon x project, but this moment shows that after all these years hes finally gotten sick of it and just wants out of it. for context, the weapon x project is STILL GOING and they recently captured sabretooth and gave him new memory implants to further inspire hatred for wolverine, like theyre still actively fucking with him.
then ofc im always thinking about THESE PANELS
(Wolverine 1988, issue #48)
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BUT ALSO THESE ONES…….’Don’t you know who your friends are??’ 🥺🥺MAN……..
(Wolverine 1988, issue #61)
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kasienda · 2 months
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Opening Line Patterns
thanks for the tag @ladyofthenoodle!
Rules: List the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern. I'm not going to link each individual fic, but here's my Ao3 if something catches your fancy! :)
From most to least recent:
Rena Rouge: Secret Keeper - Ch 4 Chat Noir was earlier than Ladybug. That was hardly unusual. What was unusual was that he was dreading her arrival.
The Untold Story of DJWiFi - Ch 9 Alya’s biggest complaint about being tied up in a giant spider’s web was that she couldn’t film the whole akuma encounter.
Bend the World Around It - Ch 3 They don’t talk about their names and identities. He doesn’t ask and she doesn’t want to talk about it anyway. It’ll just make them both sad.
Not Part of the Plan - Ch 12 She wakes up next to Adrien. He looks as gorgeous as ever and more than anything she wants to throw herself at him and have her way with him.
Celebrity Status - Ch 7 I can’t believe Ladybug dropped someone! 
Miraculous Reveal #15 - Rings True I figured out who Monarch is. He’s Gabriel Agreste. Meet me at the Agreste Mansion.
Right Behind You - Ch 13 Nino adjusted the headphones over his ears, and hit play again, listening to the track he had so far.
Yin and Yang - Ch 5 Adrien’s room was something out of a child’s fantasy.
Spin the Bottle Nathaniel’s family home is not as large or ostentatious as the Agreste family manor, but that only means Adrien feels more at ease.
Aftermath - Ch 5 After their unplanned disaster sleepover, Marinette and Adrien fell strictly back into their routine.
Well, in 6/10 the first line seems to serve to establish where the character is more than anything else. Nothing too fancy about those.
And in 5/10 (with some definite overlap with the previous six) there's something in there to quickly establish the character's mood/mental space.
In 2/10 it's a line of text! I think this is interesting in that it's similar to starting with a line of dialogue, which is very easy for me, but I've mostly trained myself out of that. Mostly! Haha! But apparently I can still find ways to cheat. I'm actually shocked that none of these are an ACTUAL line of dialogue. I'm sure that it will happen again.
I don't usually put a lot of energy into the opening line. I more try to get into a character's head and that often takes more than one line and I usually find the rhythm later. The first line is helpful for getting in that mood though and getting words to flow!
No pressure tags to: @asukiess @bbutterflies @bittersweetresilience @jennagrinsoverml @blur0se
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weepingfoxfury · 5 days
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The man on the radio is playing Call Me Deacon Blues by Steely Dan ... you can enter a prize draw to win tickets to listen to the music of Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Prima as played by the RTE Orchestra ... sounds of woodpeckers as sent in by fans of the programme ... the traffic lady will be back in 20 minutes.
The wet weather has returned. The dogs and cats are unimpressed, keep looking from the back door to me as if I have something to do with the lack of sunshine. Time must be moving slower now the dandelion clocks are bedraggled.
Weather forecast for the foreseeable ... raining ... not raining ... raining ... not raining ... blink and you'll miss the gaps between the raindrops.
Duke Ellington and the Arabian Dance and continuing talk of woodpeckers.
The dogs stitches need taking out. All the way to the shiny metropolis for two little stitches ... but also a toaster. Three wee mice decided to do battle inside the toaster and the toaster lost.
An awful lot of people are going to be wanting use of The Umbrella this week ... and I still haven't bought a raincoat ...
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