#:chinhands: beloved

[redoceanlikethat]

Vegas Tags Preserved For LOLZ:

#RULE NUMBER ONE PEOPLE#NEVER ACCEPT FOOD FROM THE FAE#THIS IS THE VAN CANDY OF FAERIELAND#do not do it#even if its jeff 'totally normal human guy' satur

HE BROUGHT HER FRUIT??? 🥺🥺🥺

[emeraldgreaves]

I forgot to ask about one of your finish your fic projects on Sunday, whoops. SOoooo tell me about Lost in Translation, please, /chinhands

finish your fics anyday

late but only because i've been writing this one, so i have fulfilled the spirit of the game!

context: the antiqua siblings have all crammed themselves into one window to watch the parade of foreign dignitaries go by.

A light breeze picked up as [Tevanti's] carriage rolled past, ruffling the leaves and stirring the recollection of another parade much like this one. But that had been a sea breeze on a foreign coastline while he stood on the Embassy terrace sipping sweet-bitter sun tea. He’d been forced to admit his near-ignorance of the Kithmani court, and committed much of his focus to a patient explanation of the complex interplay between the five Imperial houses, but the wind had teased a few dark curls loose from carefully placed coral hairpins, and though they were surrounded on all sides his fingertips had itched to smooth them into place. Gwyn elbowed him, and the memory dissolved like morning mist. “I can’t see,” she hissed. “Lydda, move—” Lydda let out a protesting squawk as she was jostled forward, and her book tumbled from her lap. It was instinct more than anything that made Red lunge for it; his fingers had barely brushed the leather corner of the cover before it plummeted toward the gravel walk. But he’d misjudged the distance, and he felt himself threaten to overbalance. Someone seized his waistcoat and hauled him backward into the parlor.

things i have done: invented a country on the map, resurrected Tevanti so he can be Ambassador to the Isles, made up a whole ton of international politics, granted myself self-indulgent license to write more of the Antiqua sisters my beloveds, and provided Red the chance to do something foolish in the service of rescuing a book.

i keep saying i'm not going to work on the bridgerton au anymore, and then it resurrects itself every few months and lures me in with the promise of pretty dresses and court intrigue stuff. i will say that a lot of that time has been spent ship-of-theseusing it away from the tv show--at this point "bridgerton" effectively refers to the approximate vibes of the fashion sense/manners and the implied level of seriousness. developing this one is slow going because it is turning out super plotty/intricate, but i'm having fun!

[exaltedfuzz]

*Chinhands* Tell us more about your... scaly? Boy Siegvard. :vc

Quite excited to hear that you're interested in him, anon!

Sieg is a dragon. He's technically a DnD character, but I don't play, so I've let my DM friend use him as an NPC, and it's been exciting watching them put him to good use. Had him kicking about in the OC bucket since 2018, but I got super into developing him last year. Ended up writing 35 pages of straight prose (with interspersed poetry, would you believe it) about him. He was very informed by the characters in the texts I was reading at uni at the time (mostly Beowulf, which is, confusingly enough, the name of Sieg's closest friend in the text.)

Generally though, the blurb I gave my DM goes as follows. He's a bit more complex than this, and he has a lot of backstory, but it's quite a lot to go into.

Siegvard (CHAOTIC NEUTRAL) Born from the crest of chaos’ flame, Siegvard von Morddrache is the formidible, imposing figure lurking in the doorway of Barenhunger’s guildhall. His frame stands at 7 and a half feet, though many argue more. He’s fierce, intense and can hardly hear reason, let alone listen to it - he’s an old man, after all - or so it would seem. At a glance, you’d say he was nearing 50, were he to be human, yet he’s not one second past his prime. His reactions are sharp, his eyes wide and wild, and his axe, bigger than any normal man and almost like another limb.

He’s quick to anger, and his anger is quick to fruition. However, he has a soft spot for his beloved guild. Having founded Barenhunger longer ago than most care to recall, he’s upheld his promise to his partner in life, Beowulf, to never let down or betray their guild. He’s like a father to his people, respected and feared, but on the occasion that he cracks a smile, full of sharp, bright teeth, it’ll be with his guild. When he’s with them, he’s affable, jovial, and entirely unlike himself. Ask a guild member and they’ll say it’s because he’s with Beowulf’s lingering spirit. He was never really the same after his death and can rarely bring himself to speak of him now, bar in the occasional weak, fond remark.

His anger is one thing, but his rage is explosive, past what anyone could imagine. Some say they’ve seen him break out in more scales, his eyes have glowed, but no living man, and very few dead, has seen the upper limit of the hunger of Siegvard’s axe. He locks himself away often, and turns at the drop of a hat. He’s unpredictable and dangerous, and he who dares stoke his flame shall have to be contented in knowing it will be the last light he sees. He’s solemn, usually quiet, and when he starts shaking with anger, bowing his head, and labouring his breath, be thankful that he’s trying to delay the inevitable - the unleashing of the Monster of Barenhunger.

[freeuselandonorris]

chinhands please talk about these hideous aus

okay SO one of them is very similar to a) a prompt that came into my inbox earlier and b) an existing headcanon so i shall keep that a surprise for now as i’ll definitely be writing it At Some Point

but i also had a very nice Thought about a sort of semi-AU in which lando is a full time twitch streamer with quadrant doing racing sims and whatnot but isn’t a driver, and also does those kind of semi-horny ToS-skirting streams where he’s like…wearing very little and flirting heavily and piling on the innuendo, but also technically just playing fortnite. much to the delight of his dedicated viewer Mr Oscar J Piastri

also bc i was listening to the (unhinged, incredible) mix horsegiirL did for 6music, one where lando is an e-girl hyperpop DJ with a huge online following and oscar is his producer. but frankly i’m not chronically online enough to do this one justice eye think. or rather i am but not in the right bits of the internet?? anyway.

also bc of the mildly cyberpunk vibes of the hoodie one where he’s a netrunner a la cyberpunk 2077 my beloved/neuromancer also my beloved/blade runner also my…you get my drift

GOD i wish i could just write fic full time and didn’t have to do all this pointless shit like My Actual Job and Feeding Myself and Occasionally Leaving the House >:(

eta forgot to say this is in relation to lando’s japan hoodie e-girl look!!

[smooth-boob]

I!!!!! Am!!!!! Halfway through the phantom of the opera book and come sit down with me, come sit.

About 50 pages ago, I was getting reeeeal tired of reading Raoul’s POV, and like, as an analogy, I thought the Barbie movie could’ve used about 40% less Ken. I realize he’s a major plot point. Could take about 40% less of him. That’s about how I feel about Raoul. Through fanfic and the musical, I had decided that although Raoul is patronizing af, he’s integral to the polycule because he’s the most level-headed of the three of them for no other reason than because Erik and Christine are SO unstable.

But nope. No! All three them are just perpetually on the verge of tears. Raoul has cried like 14 different times. Christine seems cool and collected compared to him until she randomly goes into a state. Erik might’ve taught Christine how to breathe to sing, but all of them need to learn to take a fucking breath lmao. They’re such gothic babies. Always trembling and crying and clutching each other with wild eyes.

Shoutout to Leroux for not only making the phantom a mystery but making a love triangle into a fucking mystery. I spent like 100 pages going, is Christine afraid of Erik? Does she love him? Does she even like Raoul? Does she actually want him around? Christine what is going on with you? She spends about 20* pages answering all my questions and it was worth the wait.

And Erik. ERIK. When I finished the musical I thought “ok I love Erik but Christine made the right call in leaving him” and we are BACK ON THAT BULLSHIT.

Erik my beloved, why is there no visible door to Christine’s bedroom from the inside!!!!! Why did you crawl like a sad reptile back to your music room to have feelings after telling her you’re gonna make* a bigger coffin for the both of you to die in!!!!! Why also did you leave a nice sharp pair of scissors for the woman you have kidnapped lmao. Use the scissors Christine. Use them.

Meanwhile, at the end of Christine’s sordid tale of her first kidnapping, she refers to Erik as “the monster” and just after that is when Raoul starts mentally referring to him as “Erik” and…chinhands. I just think that’s so. Interesting!

And Raoul says her fear of Erik is the most exquisite love and I lost my shit!!! What does it mean!!!! I love it anyway!!!! And I will be thinking about it!!!!

I will have more Proper Literary Thoughts later but for now I am like these three gothic weirdos, just wild-eyed and clutching you by the arms.

[pissthena]

For the character opinion bingo, you’d think I’d say Crowley (and I do, pls do him), but also I’m curious how you feel about Cas and also Dean so *chinhands* hi

Hi! :D *waves*

Crowley, my beloved

(Bastard and biting lovingly♥) I love my little guy, he's one of the characters in any media that made the biggest impact on me.

Castiel, baby boy

I love his design so much, its so simple yet so recognisable. He's just a lil guy :3 (ignore his genocide)

Dean, cutie patootie

Early/mid show Dean will forever be my favourite version. I do like later season Dean, but he was often so angry or aggressive :( I miss when he was more fun. That being said, he was still great♥

[fleet-off]

*chinhands* talk to me about the WIPs you want to share with the world and how they came to be.

Lilyyyyy. Baiting me with this question when you know I have too many WIPs (16! 16 with 2k+ words apiece! it's a compulsion!). Here are my three immediate priorities once Lapping at the Edges is complete:

Body Bag: The one where Pete finds playing dead relaxing and Vegas decidedly does not. It’s a nonsexual bondage body-disposal roleplay gone wrong, featuring failure to safeword on Vegas’s part and dom drop, followed by hurt/comfort aftercare sex next to the shallow grave Vegas dug for Pete on his request. Their sex life is so weird here. Vegas’s preoccupation with death symbolism is a delight to write from the outside, and the remnants of Pete’s fucked-up passive death wish equally so. And I get to write my favorite unhealthy kink headcanon for them, where they’re both terrible at safewording because one of them has been conditioned to accept punishment and the other believes he deserves it. I am incredibly excited for this fic.

And speaking of bad communication and a preoccupation with death!

Stable Delusion: the resurrection AU, beloved. My little novella about shadows and concealment, empty mirrors and guilt, still waters and autonomy, and Vegas achieving a horror so miraculous that Pete can never know. I woke up months ago with the prologue in my notes app and no memory of writing it, and I’ve been obsessing about it since. Here’s a fresh excerpt (warning for the physical results of S/M):

On the other side of the mirror, Vegas’s skin was a tapestry of damage. Rope burns crowded the insides of his wrists. Dull red lines scored his chest and what Pete could see of his throat. He wore a mass of bite marks on his stomach and bare legs, and a circle of them around his hip. The body was Vegas’s, but the marks belonged to Pete—each a match for one Vegas himself had laid into his flesh. Outside his own skin, he could better appreciate the skill in the patterns of welts peeking past the insides of Vegas’s thighs, the artistry in the pretty chaos of bruises blooming across his belly, the affection in the purples of Vegas’s thumbprints on either side of his throat. In the logic of Pete’s dream, all of this seemed just. If the marks were Pete’s, then they were Vegas’s too, surely. But if Vegas was to have marks, shouldn’t Pete be the one to bestow them?

and third,

Off the Handle: Vegas doesn’t know how to handle low-level family conflict. A tiff over the dishwasher leads him to start sabotaging the means for Pete or Macau to harm themselves. Here’s the bit of the outline that made me fall in love with this one:

And finally Pete approaches him like. “Hey, so Macau found all the kitchen knives stashed behind the DVD player. Is this why we’ve been ordering so much takeout lately?” And, “It’s not ideal as a weapons stash, is the thing. People reach back there without looking. It’s not accessible during an attack. We need those knives for cooking. Also, Macau’s not going to tell you, but it really freaked him out.” And at last, “Is this because I tried to put them in the dishwasher?” “You don’t put wooden handles in the dishwasher.” “…Right.” Pete steels his shoulders, curls his hands in Vegas’s. “Hey. Are you planning something?” Vegas blinks. “The fuck could I be planning? I have nothing to plan.” “You hid the kitchen knives. You said the old ropes were starting to fray, but it’s been two weeks and you keep putting off buying new ones. The lock on the bathroom door is still broken. Your pain meds are gone. Why are your pain meds gone?” “Why are you getting into my meds?” “You know we need you, right?” And Pete’s eyes are dark and earnest, and his fingertips flutter, broken wings against Vegas’s palms. “Vegas, you know I need you?”

Thank you for the opportunity to ramble, Lily! Of course, there’s also a wip that a certain someone has been encouraging me to write despite my own protestations (thank you), and perhaps a recently-learned definite date around which I’d love to offer the story to that particular someone…but I’ll leave those details up in the air (😋) for now.

[sleepynegress]

Guess Who Already Got a Season 3 Filmed?

UPLOAD is back. I am down for the strike, but selfishly happy this show got another season filmed. It'll drop in October. That second season was mid so I'm hoping they recapture the magic they had in season 1.

So, I said some ish in the tags, but I'm gonna make my case for why #ThisIsARec (at least season one is) here, since I never see or hear much talk about it! The show centers on a young woman named Nora (played by Prince protegee and Cameroonian actress and musician Andy Allo) who is in a capitalist future dystopia working as a low-paid customer service agent for a digital "after-life" conglomerate. So, it is one of the only shows lead by a black woman (mixed race). One of her clients is a newly dead digital "upload" of a man who may have been murdered for his freeware version of a digital afterlife (played the non-problematic member of the Amell family, Robbie). The show is a sitcom, without multi-cams or laugh tracks, created by the people who brought us Parks and Rec. It dropped in the mid-2010's but is weirdly prophetic with all the near-future markers, from masks to casual treatment of insane classicism and an inflation economy, far-beyond living wages...

There are even hints at the solar-punk solution that was well covered in Pop Culture Detective's recent video about it, centered on the Disney bomb (another one that they didn't promote but should have, Strange World another rec, btw). It's dark comedy, but somehow comforting to watch too? IDK how they did it. The leads have good chemistry ( a scene where she touches his arm has more heat than full-blown sex scenes in other media) and she actually has black family and a black BFF(!), which is like a 'there can be only one' Highlander rarity in media...They never let WOC/black women socialize in these things! Mind you, I did think her friend, Aleesha, played by Zainab Johnson leaned a little bit too much on the sassy trope, but after rewatching, I like that she round-the-way, but *still* the smartest in the room. It's just QT and charming and a lovely uplifting watch, with an underpinning of that dark laughter of recognition of how well it skewers capitalism.

And the lead couple is *chinhands* shippable. It's a very quick binge with 9 half-hour eps and one slightly longer pilot ep. You know I am super-picky with my recs. I can distinguish from my terrible but beloved media which you won't see me tag with #thisisarec.

So, even tho that second season is a rushed, mid, disappointment... #ThisIsARec

UPLOAD is on AmazonPrime

[lambentgrey]

👯‍♀️🔬✍️? :chinhands:

send me some q's abt tlt!

thank u pal!! <3

👯 which twin is worse and why?

look i'm Aware of the almost-naming lore (and like. i'm assuming the names that end with "-beth" went to the same character, but that's a big assumption to make lmao) but from what we've read so far, i feel like ianthe is worse because she's both calculating and able to carry out whatever plans she has. idk if we can say that for certain abt corona (yet--i'm fully prepared to reevaluate how i see corona based on whatever happens in atn). ianthe was doing necromancy for two for 20+ years, is powerful even as what harrow perceives to be a dilettante, and makes decisions that get her closer to power (see: saving jod instead of her mentor at the end of htn). i think she has her own agenda but is willing to go along with jod's so long as it serves her purpose too

🔬 who is your fav lyctor and why?

MERCYMORN MY BELOVED. i want augustine carnally :/ (i think bc i've assigned him like. a polished, older version of james-marsters-as-spike but with leyendecker aesthetics in my head) but mercy <333 i love immortal characters whose immortality makes them terminally fucking weird and she fits that so well. i love that she was one of the few people in htn openly opposing jod, even on seemingly small things, and that she gets so close to pulling off a decades-long plot only to fuck it up because she became too overwhelmed, and that she STILL loves cristabel so much that she forgives john for EVERYTHING because he claims he honestly meant cristabel no harm! also learning about what she was like pre-resurrection versus what she Became was narratively satisfying (put that woman in moral quandries!)

✍️ of the supporting characters, who's pov would you be most interested in reading?

i gave one answer to this question here but! i'd Love to read hot sauce's perspective tbh, particularly her backstory. she's a victim of the empire in a very literal sense that we haven't seen directly; like nona, she has a completely different understanding of the nine houses and necromancy than what we've been privy to so far

[toestalucia]

speaking of the anime,,,,s1 art direction my beloved,,,

chinhands

pained smile (best scene in the WORLD BTWWWWW U SHOULD WATCH S1 FOR THE ENDING and then s2 for the vira arc

acturally rly fond of these (only s2 stuff i have thats not screenshots of the ferry ep JKBKADBJKAD THE 2ND GETS ME SOO BAD CUZ its the frame with io & vyrn being like that too................im so fond of gran & io, kids with important parents............ios mom who died saving the town....dearly departed your legacy lives on............gambantein (tears up). idk when i last talked about this but im a strong believer of gran & io lamenting their family situations together but also feeling bad about it cuz they lov their parents -> ppl who Gets e/o. refuses to have these conversations in front of the letter / gambantein cuz it does Not feel okay. ios reactions to hearing about grans dad & gran laughing like haha yeah thatd be something in s1 is like. to this day. so important to me. I THINK THEYRE GREAT the one person i actively see gran viewing as a little sister

[stackslip]

like she is soooo fucking annoying and grating and inconsiderate of others' feelings. i adore her. shes traumatized and pushes people away thinking shes better than them while being terrified of revealing to others how insecure and miserable she actually feels. she carries so much guilt and self loathing and hates other people being happy. she freezes up the moment someone is openly, genuinely nice to her and tries to push them away. shes soooo. (kicks legs in the air chinhands) darling beloved

i looooove how asa is a deeply unpleasant person in a realistic way. like irl shed be so grating and awful to spend time with. shes so condescending and doesnt take anybodys feelings into consideration and stubborn in the worst kind of way. and like, we've all met that person. and in any other manga this type of character (especially when a teenage girl) would be like, an enemy or somebody the author clearly also dislikes and mocks. instead you can tell fujimoto fucking loves her. hes like look at her i made a cringe shitty teen girl, she sucks so much. shes awful and pathetic and irl youd want to strangle her. isnt she fucking fantastic. im gonna make you empathize with her every struggle and poke fun at her.

[magesmiths]

wish that lil discord bot would stop bothering me every time i type a custom emoji out in dms with pals

no i don't have nitro

no that won't stop me from saying :chinhands: leave me alone clyde

[tahthetrickster]

i just want more horror games to effectively play with the concept of “player-as-a-character” that were done so well as such a creeping horror genre in “off” and the no mercy “undertale” run... like, i’m still not over the effect of growing increasingly uneasy with a fairly generic fighting rpg as you play through it only to have the game itself confront you, the character, at the end in such a jarring twist to the narrative. you spent this whole game thinking how twisted this main character is, but... it’s a video game. you may have forgotten, but that character doesn’t do a thing without you telling them to. you could’ve stopped at any time. you may have been deceived to start, but by the end of the game you knew this was wrong. you continued on in spite of it. this suffering was at your hand, and this suffering is on your hands. you actively enabled every single atrocity. sit with that for a minute. now live with yourself

[astorytotellyourfriends]

*chinhands* Tell me about girldad!Bobby plz

GIRLDAD!BOBBY MY BELOVED 😭😭😭

ok so basically, it starts with Bobby leaving the band. he and Luke have been fighting for weeks because they were kinda sorta together but then this girl showed up out of nowhere saying she's pregnant with Bobby's kid. Luke thinks it's bullshit, but Bobby remembers her and the timeline checks out (he and Luke weren't official, they hadn't even kissed yet) and so his priorities have changed.

he can't be That Guy, he refuses to let his kid grow up without a dad. and as much as it breaks his heart, he calls it off with Luke in an effort to make it work with the girl. obviously, Luke doesn't take it well.

it's eating the band alive, and Bobby figures it's best for everyone that he quits the band and leaves them all alone, because clearly that's what Luke wants.

(spoiler: it's not, they're just terrible and dumb and refuse to talk about what they're really feeling)

CUT TO FIVE YEARS LATER......

Bobby's alone. well, not entirely alone. his little girl, Carrie, is the light of his fucking life. but otherwise, he's alone.

and the band? well, they got a new singer and they blew up. and the worst part is, Carrie fucking loves them.

as much as it hurts, Bobby can't deny her anything that makes her happy. he bends over backwards to make sure she has everything she needs, even if it means he has to go without. but he's used to it by now. it's been like this ever since Carrie was born.

and he figures that he'll get by just fine, Carrie will eventually grow out of her obsession with Julie Molina and he won't have to grit his teeth every time he sees Luke splashed across a shitty tabloid.

but then he runs into Alex and Reggie at the grocery store, and his entire life falls apart.

[sleeplessangelsgame]

chinhands 😌 how would the ROs react to being referred to as my little meow meow by their beloved 😌

😌 Chaos, as it should be.

Abel: He finds it strange, but a little amusing, too. He asks what it means but still doesn’t really get it. It doesn’t bother him, not exactly, but he likes to be called other things by the Seeker.

Aris: Completely unamused. They don’t give the Seeker the satisfaction of responding to that, and they glare at anyone foolish enough to repeat it around them. Briar picks it up, of course, though Aris’s glare is less deadly when it’s aimed her way.

Cal: They get it immediately, and it spirals into a whole different language. A constellation of little references that seem odd to anyone around the two of them. Cal personally likes to quote the ‘Miette’ meme when Seeker calls them that then tries to get them to do something: You KICK Cal? You make Cal do the dishes? Oh!! Jail for beloved!!

Delvalle: Doesn’t get it, but doesn’t really care. Theo finds it mildly amusing, if only because he is considered the deadliest monster in this city and yet he’s called ‘meow meow’ by his own vampire. Mercy only shakes her head and lets this phase run its course. Keeping up with young trends is too difficult, at times.

Midas: Like Cal, she understands it, but she doesn’t launch into a full meme reference language. It takes time, though, because one night they’re both lying in bed and Midas will whisper, “Tired, my poor meow meow?” and it will send the Seeker into hysterics.

[nyehilismwriting]

hiii :chinhands: so... after seeing the Project Hadea one i gotta ask,,,,, how would the Sentinel ROs react in an orpheus/eurydice situation? my heart must know which of my beloved disasters would look back :wahhh:

just as i clawed my way out of this particular pit smh

shaw: looks back almost immediately. what else can he do? he never stood a chance.

eva: doesn't look back. keeps walking, mechanical and numb, up and up and up until she can breathe the fresh air, hear your voice at her back - then she breaks down.

amari: there's a version of the myth where orpheus makes it out, and so excited to embrace eurydice, he turns back, forgetting that they both need to be out. that would be amari's fall, the thing that ruins everything - pure, sheer joy, crumbling in a split-second.

levi: doesn't look back. he knows duty like none of the others, does what's needed of him despite everything. and maybe, if he still slept, he'd have nightmares after - but that's not really a concern, is it? the point is - he doesn't look back.