#BEFORE louisa falls!

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i decided to watch netflix persuasion again to see if its horrors hold up over time (lol), and while there are a few things that i enjoy -- a) it's pretty to look at, and b) dakota johnson regency wine aunt hot mess breaking the fourth wall is pretty winning as a concept, even if it belongs somewhere else -- it's incredible how this adaptation took one of the most finely crafted depictions of romantic tension in the history of storytelling and just deflated it with pure generic mediocrity at every single opportunity. like, every moment that's supposed to be like !!!!!!!!!!! is instead like "okay ...... i guess ............ they're bantering halfheartedly again ........ cool .......... zzzzzz ........"

[zvdvdlvr]

‘mama’ + Spencer Reid

Author’s note: This gif made me think of single dad!Spencer for some reason.

     “Whaddaya got, little love?” You ask Louisa as she runs over to where you were laying with Spencer on the couch. Spencer draws random equations and shapes on your back (it soothes you even though you don’t actually know what he’s tracing) as the television plays the movie ‘Interstellar’ quietly- a favorite of yours.

     Louisa brandishes a mildly crinkled paper and shoces it into your faces. “I drew us!” She points to a tall stick figure with a brown curly mop for hair, saying: “That’s you, daddy.” She points to the littlest stick figure on the paper with black lines (arms) connecting to the end of Soencer’s black line arm on the paper to another adult sized stick figure labeled ‘Mommy’. 

     “That’s me,” Louisa informs the two of you solemnly as she points to the littlest figure. She has her dad’s curly brown hair in the picture.

     You hold your breath. You had been dating Spencer for almost a year now. Louisa was his perfect baby girl from a pregnancy with a woman he’d gotten to comfortable with. The thing was, Louisa hadn’t called you ‘mom’ yet, always sticking with y/n/n- something she started saying after hearing Spencer call you that once. Truthfully, you were fine with little Lou calling you by your name. Even though she didn’t know her real mommy, you didn’t want to force her to call you mom. It was a whole mess of emotions, really, but you wanted Louisa to feel comfortable calling you her mother instead of feeling obligated.

     So when she did point at the smiling stick figure with (your colored hair) and a big smile and say, “That’s you, mama!” you felt your heart swell.

     “That’s beautiful, Lou,” you told her with a shaking voice. You reached over and brushed a curl behind her hair.

     Spencer felt a similar surge in his chest as he watched his little girl smile brightly at her ‘mama’. “Go put it on the fridge,” he told her. “Then come back and snuggle with us.”

     You waited until Louisa left the room to look up at Spencer with teary eyes. “Did you-? Are you-? I love that girl so much,” you whispered to him as you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck and bury your nose into is chest. “She called me mama, Spence. You heard it right?”

     Spencer’s large hands came to settle on your waist. “I heard it, angel, I heard it. She was actually calling you that the other day.” At your disbelieving gasp, he laughed. “She said, ‘Daddy, is mama going to have dinner with us again?’ and I asked her who mama was and she rolls her eyes and goes ‘y/n, daddy. Who else?’”

     An embarrassingly tearful laugh escapes you. “I’m going to cry,” you state. 

     “You already are,” Spencer points out, making you sigh exasperatedly. “I’m just saying that you are!”

     “Louisa! Daddy’s being mean to me!” You shout loudly, hearing loud shrieks of laughter followed by giggling. “Hurry up so we can tickle him!”

     “Don’t be mean to mama, daddy!” Louisa screams as she barrels into the room. She takes a flying leap and you catch her in your arms. “You said the being mean is bad,” reprimanded the little girl. 

     You could see Spencer trying not to laugh as Louisa wags her finger at him. “I didn’t do anything, Lou-girl!”

     “Don’t listen to him, Louisa! He was saying how mama smelled bad!” You tell her, holding her close in your arms. “I think we should tickle him, Lou…”

     The little girl squirms in your arms as she giggles deviously. “I think we should tickle you, daddy,” she says. You don’t have a moment to think before she flies out of your arms and starts jabbing her fingers into Spencer’s torso.

     You almost fall backwords with laughter as Louisa immediately is rendered immobile when Spencer retaliates. The brown-haired, laughing blurs in fromt of you are your whole world and you couldn’t be more grateful for moments like these.

[incomingalbatross]

I have a Theory that good writers drawing from their own childhoods have a tendency to accidentally create fans who dislike their fictionalized siblings. I have a further theory that this comes from A) portraying their own childhood feelings too immersively and B) forgetting their audience doesn't automatically love their sibling just from meeting them.

My biggest example is Gravity Falls, because I really feel like this is what happened there. Alex Hirsch is good at making us buy into Dipper's angst and weird twelve-year-old problems like they're actually serious. At the same time, crucially, he assumed his audience didn't need to be convinced that Mabel was a treasure and a delight in the same way that they needed to be convinced Dipper was a good kid. Is it not obvious from meeting Mabel that you should love her??

I also have a suspicion that this is going on in the early Little House books (I had to get old enough to read the later books before I stopped disliking Mary) and in Little Women (I remember how viscerally relatable Jo's feelings are in the book-burning scene and with the Europe trip, even though she's not in the right in either case). In both cases, we get various sibling hurts portrayed - and portrayed well - through the lens of the person who feels unjustly afflicted. Childhood and teen injustice hurts, and it's easy for the reader to enter into those perceived grievances with a lasting bias. But I don't think Laura or Louisa intended that! They loved their sisters! They knew their own younger selves were brats sometimes! They just forgot their readers (especially as kids) might not automatically share these ideas.

[herejusttosufferalong]

Ok here's my working theory. I just feel like getting it off my chest as I've been so confused about so much since the PT ended - like I just really haven’t been able to get my head around what happened with L. I would love your thoughts!

I do believe/agree with everyone's perception that L may have had feelings for N for a long time (maybe a spark since the beginning, and a fire since season 3). I don't know if I think N had a crush on him too, before or during season 3. They clearly have love and amazing chemistry. He sparkles with her and looks at her like she’s the love of his life. She sparkles with him too, but she also sparkles with everyone and even alone.

I don't know what happened during or after season 3 between the two of them (if anything did), but we know they ended up apart last summer and L found distractions (from his breakup with J, maybe from his feelings for N) in HBS and then, eventually, a budding relationship with A (of whatever kind it is). Maybe he even started to like A, and maybe he thought it could really go somewhere, who knows? He then sees N again at reshoots in December, and then the PT starts in January, and his big feelings are still there/get stronger as they spend time together again.

What I haven't been able to make sense of is how come, with these big feelings, he not only stayed with A through it all but also brought her around to different locations during the PT, where he was with N (and flirting with N) - because it seems to me that A's presence all but guaranteed that nothing would actually happen with N, so why would he want that outcome if he in fact wants N (and if N was available)? It seems clear that he doesn't have the same big feelings for A as he does for N. I also haven't made sense of how someone who seemed soooo sweet and lovely and doting and soft on the PT with N could be with, and return to, such a (seemingly) vapid situation with A, where he seems not only miserable but almost like a completely different person than he showed us during the PT and how his costars describe him to be (and he's also been treating A more poorly than he treated N - at least publicly).

Now, JD has been in N's orbit for at least 2 years - he's been in productions with Louisa, Laurie, and Dylan (at least). I also remember photos showing that he was at CW's wedding in October, so he's clearly been an entrenched part of the friend group for some time (the fact that they more recently followed each other on insta doesn’t mean they didn’t know each other before). So let's *assume* for a second that JD and N are actually together now (and that that's what the pap pictures show us). He seems to mesh well with who N is and her friends/lifestyle. What if N and JD's friendship had been blossoming, with more one-on-one time, turning into a mutual crush, then turning into something more at some point. What if L knew about this because it was taking place before/while N and L were on the PT together. If N and L are BFFs, N could have talked to L about what was happening with JD. And this would explain why L - to protect his heart - kept bringing A around on the PT (despite not seeming to enjoy her presence there) because he didn't want to be single while watching N fall in love with JD. 

Everyone wonders why on earth L brought A to the London premiere (especially given what ended up happening with pap-gate, which I personally don’t think L planned/knew about) - but you know what, JD was there with N's friends too! Maybe L knew that JD would be there, and he knew how shitty that would feel, so he also wanted to have someone with him too (hence A's presence). But remember the conversation on the red carpet, where they're asked for dating advice, and N kind of pointedly says, "wait for the right person, you're worth it" and L looks uncomfortable. Maybe that was N subtly expressing concern about L’s situation with A, as his BFF and not because of any romantic feelings she has for him. But of course, if L had unrequited (probably not communicated) big feelings for N, it explains his discomfort and also his subsequent behaviour with A - carrying on with her after pap-gate (Milan, LA, GQ/Soho House, bday in Italy), while looking miserable, as a continued distraction from his heartbreak over N. It could also explain why he let everything with his public image kind of go to shit (both because he was sad and also because he was still protective of N).

I agree with everyone that by the end of the PT, N started to return L’s heart-eyes and that of course remains confusing. But she's such an effusive and loving person, and she was so proud of him/them for their season and PT, and nostalgic that their big adventure together was ending, that maybe she was feeling so much love for L, her BFF, but not *in love* with L. (Her heart-eyes for Luke T at the London premiere is an example of how she can be so loving with her male friends.)

An imperfect theory, but it's the only one I've landed on, after being confused for months, that helps me to reconcile the L we saw in the PT (N's version of L) with the L of the summer (A and SoHoe’s version of L) - the latter of which has frankly confounded me! - because his summer  behaviour can then be explained as a symptom of his unrequited love (for N) and heartbreak (a Sad Boy Summer).

Does this means that L is (in Suffer’s words) still biding his time and waiting for the end of N and JD?

(Of course, big caveats to all this, we don't know anything! We don't know for sure N and JD are together, or what the status really is/was between L and A. This is all my perception of things from what they show us publicly, I’m just trying to make sense of my own confusion about L.)

this is all opinion 😔

[asagirisfavpen]

Pushing the gay agenda onto bsd because I can

Ada:

- Dazai - demiromantic, bi, preference for women, he knew from like 10 he's not straight

- Kunikida - demiaroace, that's basically implied in the show, he/they pronouns, bi with preference for women, took him a very long time (like 22 years) to figure out he also likes men

- Ranpo - aroace spec, gay, prefers he/it pronouns but wouldn't actually care

- Yosano - lesbian, knew since day one, she/they

- Kyouka - she never thought abt this kinda stuff but she doesn't think she'd really care abt the gender of the person she likes, somewhere on the ace spectrum, doesn't care about pronouns

- Kenji - doesn't really understand, he says he loves everyone

- Atsushi - bi, preference for men (women scare him but it's understandable because the women he knows are Yosano and Kyouka), he/they but he's too afraid to ever tell ppl that

- Fukuzawa - literally never thought abt this before meeting Ranpo, but he now thinks he's bi without really any preference

- Tanizaki - transmasc he/him, is always too awkward to correct ppl

- Naomi - pan, absolutely no preference or care for the gender of the person she likes

- Haruno - she/he, aroace

Port Mafia:

- Chuuya - demiaroace, transmasc he/they, will correct you if you misgender him, bi with preference for men, he probably always knew he likes men and was shocked when he found out that some ppl only like one gender

- Kouyou - bi-curious but she's not wondering is she likes women, she's wondering if she likes men

- Mori - bi, preference for Elise

- Tachihara - never had the time to think abt, always assumed he's straight but then he got a crush on Gin and was panicking his gay. He's bi. Then after figuring out he's bi he realized he's also transmasc

- Gin - agender, couldn't care about pronouns, pan

- Akutagawa - demiaro, ace, bigender she/he

- Hirotsu - bi, huge preference for women, only like one man in his whole life

- Higuchi - lesbian (her crush on Aku is comphet), she/they

- Kaji - queer. Just queer. No label for this man woman thing

- Verlaine - they/them, gay

- Rimbaud - he/she/they, gay(er)

- Albatross - she/he, bi

- Pianoman - pan (Lippmannsexual), uses he/him pronouns but wouldn't really care if ppl would use any other pronoun

- Lippmann - gender-fluid, bi with preference for nb ppl, will sue snyone (kill anyone) if they misgender him

- Doc - gay

- Iceman - aroace

- Odasaku - doesn't care for a label, likes who he likes, is who he is

The Guild:

- Fitzgerald - Zeldasexual, never loved or will love anyone else so he's not even thinking about it (his pronouns are U/S/A /j)

- Louisa - bi, preference for women

- Poe - has a gay crises every other day because "what if this is the wrong label????" So he just says gay or queer

- Lucy - transfem she/her will kill anyone who misgenders her

- Margaret - seems homophobic but is actually an ally, she thought Lucy how to girl, she's questioned if she's bi before

- Nathaniel - homophobic homosexual (bisexual but refuses to admit his crushes on men because of religion)

- Mark - bi

- John - he/she, gay

- Lovecraft - genderqueer, aroace spec

- Herman - ally

Hunting dogs:

- Fukuchi - gay for Fukuzawa

- Tecchou - doesn't really understand it, he thinks that ppl shouldn't even label just love, and doesn't care what pronouns ppl use for him but if ppl misgender others he will correct them

- Jouno - gay, transmasc, will torture ppl if they misgender him

- Teruko - she/they/xe, queer

Decay of Angels:

- Sigma - agender, any pronouns, aroace spec

- Nikolai - he/it transmasc, gay

- Fyodor - aroace

- Bram - was once asked by Nikolai if he's gay and said "No. I'm actually too tired to feel gay right now." He/she

Other ppl:

- Ango - doesn't have time to fall in love or even think abt it, he/she

- Tsujimura - bi-curious

- Ayatsuji - says they're above gender (agender) and aroace

- Aya - currently questioning her gender (and life choises)

- Adam - non-binary, any pronouns

- Katai - transmasc, he/they/it, bi

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in real life

Name: Louisa Flora Fenby

Nicknames: lou, flo, lisa, bee

Birthday: 28/06/2003

Birthplace: Rochdale, England

Nationality: english-filipino

Languages: English (fluent), Tagalog (some), Korean (learning)

Family: mum, dad, younger brother, pet cat

Height: 5'5

Personality traits: bubbly, trusting, thoughtful, imaginative, sensitive, defensive, naive

Hobbies: singing, producing, crochet, upcycling clothes

Faceclaim: beabadoobee

Likes: stray kids, kpop, sunny weather, giving gifts to people, cooking, dark chocolate (her fav), gherkins in her burger, green (fav colour), late night walks, long baths, cats

Dislikes: confrontation, brussel sprouts, sparkling water, moths, snakes, socks on in bed, big crowds

idol life

Stage name: sunny

Nicknames: sun, sunshine, flower, aegi sun

After hearing Louisa's full name and learning her middle name was 'Flora', the members soon understood that it was linked to flowers. Due to her bright personality she was compared to a sunflower, thus creating the nickname Sunny.

Fans gave the nickname 'aegi sun' to Louisa after partnering her with Felix as the sunshine duo. Being the younger one she is naturally babied.

Positions: lead singer, sub dancer, producer

Lou is not as confident in her dancing skills but is working on them as much as she can, she still enjoys doing it though. Her voice shines through as a softer time that can break through and stand out in Stray Kids' often fiercer songs. This doesn't mean that all the songs she produces are all sweeter, her own music that she creates follows this pattern but she loves to engage in helping 3RACHA experiment in louder bombastic sounds.

Aesthetic: bubblegrunge

Debut Date: March 25th 2017

Company: JYP

Training Period: 2 years

Habits: making random noises, hair flips, randomly singing, stumbling on her words, biting her thumb, full body laughs, tapping her hands to music, zoning out

Known for/as:

Pinky gap

Sunny has a gap between her pinkies that is visible when she presses her hands together. This is because both of them curve outwards. Fans were the first ones to notice and ever since it's been seen as another endearing quality of the girl.

Minsung's daughter

When you see Sunny you'll not see Lee Know or Jisung too far behind. Often in lives she's been spotted leaning against one of them or even falling asleep on them sometimes. They care a lot for the girl and their almost parental roles towards her only solidified the ship of Minsung more.

Sunshine duo

One of her most noticeable features is the freckles that are very visible on her face. Naturally she is partnered with Felix for sharing the same quality, as well as their bright personas.

Bright smile

Sunny's smile is one of her most charming points that both fans and members love. There are moments where people have commented on it because of how it entrances them, such as on Kingdom, Music Bank, and in music videos too.

Producer mode

During solo lives or behind the album videos, when Sunny goes into producer mode, you'll know. She doesn't become strict or lost in her own mind, but instead she is exciteable and tries out lots of different sounds, melodies or lyrics to fit the concept she is creating. These ideas that she comes up with bounce off of members and can be the foundations of some of Stray Kids' most successful songs. On lives fans watch in awe at how her brain is able to come up with such cool sounds and merge them together.

Trying tiktok dances

As said before, Sunny isn't the most confident in her dancing, but that doesn't stop her from trying different tiktok dances and impulsively posting them - she knows stays will love them either way. She likes trying new kpop dances or ones that are viral too. The video she did dancing to Blackpink's Shutdown is her most recent video she posted on the group account, and it caught a lot of attention.

Soft voice

Sunny has a voice that people love and can't stop listening too. She is quite soft spoken, but that doesn't stop people from absorbing every word. Being in a group as loud as Stray Kids, she still manages to make herself heard, especially when it's random statements or jokes that she's sharing.

Random statements

"Bang Chan tried to crowdsurf and then he fell but he got stuck because his ass is too fat."

"Sunny?! What?!"

"I should shut up now."

'British Queen'

Sunny comes from a town in Manchester, her Northern accent only making her more charming to her fans. And of course with one of her 'dads' being Han, the British comments from stays were at an all time high in moments he adopted the same accent.

'he's learning from his daughter'

'Sunny's accent is rubbing off on Han ahahaha'

'since when was aegi sun teaching her parents how to speak british??'

'Comedy Queen'

Even her energetic moods were enough to get the members into a fit of giggles, let alone the strange noises she'd make or her random one liners.

"Bleurrgh"

"Sunny we don't know how to translate that one."

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"Sweet home Alabama..."

"Sunny sssshhhhh"

The members definitely loved their sun a lot, and she always managed to surprise them whether it was with her talent, her humour or with little gifts she'd make them too.

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[makingqueerhistory]

Can you make some recommendations for most likely lesbian/bi women who were most likely influenced by "sexual inversion theory" in history? Either names or articles or books if you know of them. Im aware of louisa may alcott emily dickinson and jane austen as possible candidates but i know i was still influenced by this theory even in the 21st century so itd be nice to read about other women who could only understand their sexual identity/ romantic feelings through feeling like they had to be a man in order to be attracted to women

Yes, I do have a couple of women who fit this description!

Elizabeth Amy Dillwyn said:

“My own belief is that I’m half a man & the male half of my nature fell in love with her years ago & can’t fall out of it again.”

There is also an interesting discussion of this in Before We Were Trans: A New History of Gender. (Affiliate link)

There is also Emmeline Freda Du Faur, who was institutionalized and possibly had this idea pushed upon her, writing in her diary:

“For a week I was in a dazed semi-consious state. Asleep all night and half the day. I think I must have been heavily drugged. I took whatever medicine and food I was given. I had a queer experience I could not account for.

A voice said to me, I was awake, “You will have nothing of your own anymore and never be as before. You have an inverted hedonistic persuasion at four points. Will you become a Jewess and do as you are told? Or have eternal pain?” I said I was a Christian and forgot the matter.”

I hope that this helps!

[smolfangirl]

Captain Wentworth is sooo funny before Louisa's fall in Lyme. Not only is he instantly aware of some random dude checking Anne out, he immediately inquires who he is when they see him again at the inn and then makes this comment after Mary regrets not having been introduced to him:

"Putting all these very extraordinary circumstances together," said Captain Wentworth, "we must consider it to be the arrangement of Providence, that you should not be introduced to your cousin."

But sure, her power with you is gone forever. Idiot (affectionately)

[canadiannationalfox]

Murder Drones Fanfic - Beautiful

A little drabble starring Cyn and the Solver in the manor for a change! The little drone and the Solver team up to help Tessa by getting revenge on someone for making a hurtful comment about their favourite human.

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The blackout curtains in the largest bedroom of the Elliott Manor kept the bright flashes of lightning out, yet the rumble of thunder was still audible through the bedroom balcony French style doors. Louisa stirred from a dream, yet kept her eyes closed, knowing that James wouldn't be home until the morning as he had been called away that evening to handle an issue at a manufacturing plant. She readjusted to be able to fall back asleep when her hand grazed something that was about the size of a feather and soft. She sighed and mumbled to herself, "Those confound drones, they need to fluff my pillows more gently, swan down stuffing is hard to come by." She felt more of it on her pillow, she let out a huff of aggravation before she opened her eyes, the dark room to the left of her, she felt a little light headed, and her neck felt unprotected and quite cold... --------------------------------------------------

Tessa had just finished her latest wig for a beloved drone, she had bleached it all day the previous day, and just had to do some final touches now. She gently braided the back sections of the slouchy little drone's new hair as she trilled, "Isn't this much better than that synthetic wig, Cyn?"

The little drone nodded a little, verbalizing her actions with a little "happy nod"

"Do you want me to call you something else now? Or do you still like Cyn?"

Cyn responded happily, "St-Still Cyn, please", she was doing the little raptor hands thing that felt comfortable for her.

Tessa tied a bow at the end of each braid and lightly squeezed the drone girl's shoulders. "There! Now you're beautiful like me!" the ebony haired human girl giggled as she leaned over Cyn's shoulders and looked in the mirror with the drone who was like a little sister to her.

"I-I like it, th-thank you, Tessa" Cyn glitched cheerfully, yet her tone was still monotonous, she couldn't really see Tessa that well, but, she still could see some similarities. She ran one of her hands over a plait at the front of her new hair-do and happily beeped "Pet!" before assessing proudly, "Soft and p-pretty"

Tessa put the lace adorned maid hat back onto Cyn's head, but, her happiness was short lived.

"TESSA JAMES ELLIOTT!" the witch-like Aussie voice shrieked from the doorway. The matriarch of the Elliott family stood pointing her fan at her daughter before she scolded, "And why aren't you getting ready for the family portrait? The one you ever so requested us to include your little rabble of dumpster pets in?"

Tessa looked down and whimpered, "Y-yes Mother... S-sorry Mother... I... I was just preparing my new one..."

The little drone tilted her head on an angle like a puppy-dog when she looked over to the woman, she couldn't see her that well because part of her visuals had been damaged when Tessa's dad put a bullet through her screen in her past life.

The woman piped up aggressively, scolding to her daughter, "Christ almighty! You both have the same rats nest look."

The human girl stepped back sadly, she fidgeted with a section of her hair.

"Worthless little ragamuffin! When I was your age, I had a proper hairstyle! And not," she pointed her fan at Tessa and wiggled it back and forth, wincing slightly as she stated, "Wh-whatever this is!"

Cyn tilted her head at the words, not speaking yet, she wanted to see what would happen. A small voice inside the little frail drone asked, "Would you like me to think of something to help Tessa?"

Cyn nodded as a confirmation to the voice within her.

"I will allow it for now, but please see to it that you look at dressing like a proper lady, Tessa," she scolded before she left the room.

Tessa hugged herself as she slid, back against the wall, down and sat on the floor. "Why does she have to be so mean?" she whispered.

"Hop down!" Cyn beeped as she got off the vanity desk's chair, she narrated her walking over to her favourite human, "Step, step, step, step, step." "... Wh-what is a raga-m-muffin?"

"Oh Cyn," Tessa soothed as she took a hold of the little drone's hands with hers, "It's a mean way of saying someone with messy hair... though... it's a cute sounding word."

"Ragamuffin d-does s-sound cute," Cyn chirped happily before she tilted her head, holding it slightly with one hand and insisted, "Sh-she isn't pretty l-like us... ragamuffins."

Tessa gently hugged the pale blonde drone and said, "Yeah, like a ragdoll and muffins, it sounds cute and cuddly." She tucked a curl of the yellow eyed drone's wig behind her left auditory sensor before soothing, "Thank you, Cyn... you always seem to see the bright side of things in a mad hatter way."

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A yellow lighted X appeared in the dark, flashing. Louisa couldn't see properly, but she knew it was a maid. The small trickle of light from a flash of lightning showed the glint of Louisa's sewing scissors as a wicked smile crawled across the drone's face. Louisa sat upright in fright, she tried to talk but there were no words. She felt something soft slide down her arm. She reached to touch what it was,

"Hair?!" the matriarch thought in horror, she slowly reached her hands up to her once lushious voluminous curls that, when not tied back, hung down past her chest. She felt what remained of her veil of glory, reduced to sprigs of uneven waves on the side, the top nothing but messy ringlets. She shrieked in horror.

The drone suddenly teleported to the ceiling, it's back faced to the matriarch. Her head spun around and the drone cackled before glitching, the Solver's voice speaking menacingly, the monotone voice sinister and cruel, "N-now you're b-beautiful like me, Mrs Elliott."

The doors on the balcony flew open, the curtains flying in the wind as thunder crashed outside and lightning flashes filled the room.

The freshly sheered Louisa sat staring up, the drone was gone. She looked down around her. Years and years of hard work, products, and perfect maintenance all for not. She fell asleep crying, distraught.

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Tessa sat at at the table in the sunroom, the storm had passed and it was going to be a beautiful day that she would go out and play in the garden with Cyn, N and J. She dined happily upon some waffles topped with strawberries that J had made for her, her legs swung back and forth happily.

James was already on his third morning spiked-tea after his long night of work. He laughed to Tessa since he was sleep deprived and tipsy, "I wonder where your mother is this morning, I can't wait to see her."

Tessa was careful to roll her eyes in a way that she wouldn't get caught. She was thankful that her father was inebriated since it meant he wouldn't be as mean to the drones that were bringing him top-ups of tea and scrambled eggs, but she didn't like him being all lovey-dovey with her mean mother. Louisa, walking tall, yet feeling disgraced, walked into the sunroom, a wide brimmed sunhat with a veil hanging over parts of it. "Good morning, James," she uttered in a shaken voice, she sat down across from him.

Tessa observed her mother, she knew the trouble wouldn't be worth it if she piped up about the one random chunk missing from her mother's eyebrow length bangs. She sat silently, eating her waffles, observing like a nature photographer

"You're wearing a hat to breakfast, Louise?" James asked curiously.

Louisa snapped slightly at her husband, "Well, look who's talking, you wear a top hat to breakfast all the time, and it's just us three."

The ebony haired girl picked up her cup of strawberry tea and sipped it, watching intensively like it was a sitcom, trying not to giggle.

James shrugged and responded, "Ya got me there, luv... It looks good though."

Louisa turned red from the compliment, she shut down the compliment as she responded, "I'm going to town to see Xavier..."

"Didn't you get your greys redyed last Thursday?" he added worriedly, he was starting to care as soon as he saw Louisa's eyes filled with insecurity, "You don't have to keep doing this, you can go grey and I'll still love you." He asked worriedly as he tried to hold her hand, "Did you have a bad night?"

"It was absolutely horrendous!" the woman with the now-shortened brunette hair almost retched as she spoke, she wanted to say what happened, but, she didn't want her husband to see her like this. She remarked curtly, "I am getting my hair cut, I-I need a change anyways. And don't stop me!"

Tessa raised an eyebrow, her mother hated getting more than just a trim. She huffed in annoyance of the memories of waiting for her mother to take her anywhere because Louisa would be gawking at herself in the mirror.

James kissed the back of his wife's hand and responded, "Well, you're going to look beautiful whatever you come back looking like, luv."

Louisa smacked his wrist with her fan and scolded her husband, "Save the sweet talk for when I come home." She didn't have the appetite for breakfast, so she took her cup of tea and a single blueberry scone with her before she walked away.

James looked over to Tessa and stated, "Well, after breakfast and smoko, I'm off to bed, Tessie. Can you hold down the fort while I sleep?" he waited for a response as he resumed eating his breakfast.

Tessa nodded proudly, she liked when her father was sleeping because she could be almost as loud as she wanted since he was a heavy sleeper. "Oh absolutely, Father! You can count on me!"

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Cyn hobbled into Tessa's room, she carried in her little hands a box. "H-hello Tessa," Cyn chirped in a monotone voice, she smiled cheerfully, "I h-have brought you some h-hair for a new wig."

The ebony haired girl ran over to Cyn and accepted the box. She opened it, recognizing the mahogany colour and perfectly curled texture, as well as the scent of perm formula and rose scented conditioner. Tessa looked to her little-sister like drone asking worriedly, "Where did you get this, Cyn?"

Cyn tilted her head and said happily, her monotone voice slightly having a little crescendo this time, "I got t-to be like y-you, big sister!" She took out of her apron the sewing scissors Tessa would always steal when she would 'play hairdresser' with a drone that needed a new look. She brandished them and opened and closed them, glitching happily, "Snippy snip!!" before she put them down on the ground stating, "Drop" She asked cutely with a little beep, "D-do you remember th-the Mad H-Hatter's words t-to Alice wh-when they met?"

Tessa stood silently, waiting for Cyn to finish her thought.

"Giggle! Y-your mother's h-hair wanted cutting," the slouchy drone trilled, tilting her head like a curious sparrow, holding her hands up to her face before smiling cutely, "Cute smile, innocent laugh, she didn't know it was me."

Tessa looked alarmed at first, then she started to smile and laugh. She picked up Cyn and hugged her. "Thank you, Cyn, you shouldn't risk yourself like that for me, but thank you."

The Solver talked through Cyn, responding cheerily, "I s-saw a problem and I-I s-solved it."

The End

[thegreeks]

A Most Unexpected Surprise

Read Part 2 Here

Warning: pregnancy, children

Synopsis: Telling your husband Mr. Darcy you are to be expecting a second addition to the family

It was a bright morning in March, and the sun streamed through the elegant windows of Pemberley, casting warm patterns on the carpeted floor. The household was abuzz with preparations, for today was a special day—although it was just another ordinary day for Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy and you, his devoted wife.

In the master bedroom, you stood before your ornate mirror, admiring the simple lavender dress you had chosen for the day. Your hair was loosely gathered, a few tendrils falling gracefully around your face. You felt a strange mix of excitement and nervousness as you placed a hand delicately over your abdomen. The swell was subtle yet unmistakable, signaling the arrival of your second child.

Ever since the birth of your first daughter, Louisa, your love for Mr. Darcy had only deepened. He had shown unexpected joy in fatherhood—softening the once formidable exterior that captivated your heart. Yet, the news of a second child had taken you by surprise. You had hesitated to tell him, worried how he would react as the weight of his responsibilities as a gentleman weighed heavily on his shoulders.

“Darcy,” you called, your voice echoing softly in the large room. You turned, nervously fidgeting with the hem of your dress as he entered, tall and dignified, with an air of casual elegance about him.

“Good morning, my dear,” he replied, a hint of a smile gracing his lips as he strode toward you. He reached for your hand and gently squeezed it, a touch that sent warmth through you. Every morning, you marveled at how one look from him could envelop you in a sense of completeness.

“Are you ready for our walk today?” he asked, tilting his head as he studied you.

You hesitated and took a deep breath. “Darcy, there is something I wish to discuss.”

His dark brows knitted together slightly, a flicker of concern in his eyes. “What troubles you, my love?”

You felt the gravity of the moment and said, “I have news.” Your heart raced as you continued, “You are to become a father once more.”

His expression shifted instantly from concern to astonishment. “You are… pregnant?” His voice was a mixture of disbelief and joy, his stature seeming to fill the room.

“Yes,” you said softly, feeling a smile bloom on your lips at the sight of his reaction. “I am about three months along.”

Darcy stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a fierce embrace. “Oh, my sweet wife!” he exclaimed, his voice muffled against your hair. “This is wonderful! A second child! I never thought…” He gently pulled back enough to look into your eyes. “You do realize that this means you will be responsible for an increase in my happiness, do you not?”

You giggled at his playful concern, your heart swelling with affection. “And you, Mr. Darcy, are already responsible for far too much of my happiness.”

“As I ought to be,” he replied with a wink, before his gaze shifted to your belly. “I can hardly believe it. A son, perhaps?”

“Or a daughter,” you teased.

“Either would be a miracle,” he said, a look of admiration crossing his features. “But I confess, a son would be rather preferable—an heir to carry on the Darcy name.” His tone quirked slightly with that familiar touch of pride.

“Well, we shall see,” you replied, placing your hand tenderly on your abdomen. “For now, let’s enjoy this moment. After this child arrives, life will be quite the adventure.”

Darcy chuckled, that warm, rich sound that made your heart flutter. “Ah, and what an adventure it has already been. My wife, my fierce and innovative companion, and now the nurturer of our growing family.” He paused, placing his hand over yours, resting on your belly. “I promise to be the father and husband you deserve.”

With hearts entwined and promises exchanged, the two of you took your first steps toward an unforgettable journey together. Hand in hand, you walked through the breathtaking landscapes of Pemberley, sharing dreams and laughter, envisioning the future that unfurled before you like the blossoming flowers of spring.

As you strolled and chatted, you realized that love, faith, and family are what shape a happy life, and with Mr. Darcy by your side, you were certain you could embrace all the surprises that awaited you. Each day was a story waiting to be written, and together, you would create a beautiful tapestry of moments—both sweet and profound—as your family grew.

Your heart brimmed with love and hope, for in the eyes of Mr. Darcy, you found not only a beloved husband but a partner ready to navigate the joys and challenges of life together, one cherished step at a time.

[xxrobotessaxx]

Murder Drones Poem for Louisa Elliott Swan Song - A Free Verse Poem

You stood tall like an Obelisk always looming over me chastising me for my shortcomings What did he ever see in you?

When I was a tot, I looked up to you. The Red Queen at my pretend tea parties. Calling me your pretty little dear, It wasn't meant to last.

You treated beauty like chasing a sunset always giving chase but never catching it always gawking in the mirror always going to your appointments

Blonde, then red, onto platinum, and blonde again all while hiding your mouse brown roots and greys Hiding your cruel face with the foundation and blush It was never enough for you, was it?

You already couldn't stand me by the time I was 7 Pulling my knots and braiding with the force of a hawk Barking for me to hold still, telling me beauty was pain I thought that was the worst, no, a calm before the storm.

I turned 11, I wasn't thin enough was I? Taking away noon tea to fit your old clothes Hiding my falling and molted dove feathers in shame whilst you flaunted your fool's golden perm

I had greys by 12, which I hid to avoid your scolding. Turquoise and blue sharpies were my shield Keeping me from being pushed to look like you And yet you still put me down

Oh mother, that swan feather in your hat Was it to show to the world you were beautiful? Or was it to convince yourself you were? Since your wicked heart was hideous.

Were you jealous my drones were there for me? Were you jealous I wanted to be my own girl? Were you so jealous you pulled Father away from me? Were you jealous I was young and you weren't anymore?

Your vanity turned to power hunger. Taking it out on my drones and I. Locking me away like Rapunzel in her tower To keep up your illusion of perfection.

You enjoyed your power trip, I remember that, bruising my wrists from the chains and your grip. Only then after scolding me for the marks And making me hide them with gloves or concealer

Loved, something you insisted you were, yet I saw you push Father's advances away I saw how you treated the drones and I. There was not an ounce of love I could see.

That night of the gala, you wanted to will me away To Frumplebucket's son, so you could reap in the spoils No more little Tessa to make your greys worse. And yet you perished, we all did, from an act of your cruelty

And now, I'm living a new life, free from you. brought back by the maid drone you envied the one who took away your role of caregiver to me the jay bird who stole my heart.

When I think back, to all my memories Even with the cruel voices in my mind, Singing that I have fallen to being vain like you I do not fall prey to their words.

I am proud of who I have become now, I am proud to say I am not like you, Your vile heart wicked cloaked by your beauty fleeting Beauty that was merely in the end, just a swan song.

[bethanydelleman]

Giggling at your and anon wishing instead for OPTIONS for Fanny. I was thinking it's odd that Ms. Austen decided that her crush on Edmund was reciprocated at the end when she could've been given justice of some sort with how she's been looked and talked over.

It feels like she's out of choices but then I suppose she is out of choices in the end. This is a woman who is shy in an era where you gotta put yourself out there to be seen by the society and she's not even on a level in a society for her to be out and noticed by the gentlemen even if she does, rank-wise

Which is why my friend and I (who has no talent whatsoever in writing) been talking about this writing idea; a boarding school AU where all the Austen ladies is in it,

Mind you we were just going by vibe and not accurate research, so we put Elinor Dashwood, and Maria Bertram, Mary Crawford and Lucy Steele, Caroline Bingley are in the same year, being the oldest

Eleanor Tilney, Jane Bennet, Emma, and Jane Fairfax are in the same year below the others already mentioned

Elizabeth and Marianne are in the year below them

Mary Bennet and Harriet

Catherine Morland and Lydia Bennet

(the ages are 13-18)

Anne Elliot is one of the matrons

This is kind of controversial, for me and I'm not really a fan of this concept myself tbh, but it'll be kind of a fanfictiony story like the Bridgerton with the society being a little more lenient (lol?); because it's a mixed boarding school

The plot is basically all the stuff in the Austen og universe but they're not all the same, the ages can be tweaked a bit lol, with some plot tangled with the other stories but they're leading to the same endings like, so.....

Catherine doesn't marry while studying, but she keeps talking about the Tilneys because she has a penpal whom she met in Bath before school started, she didn't realize that said penpal has a sister who studies in the same school

Catherine's really that student that just spent most of her time in the library, not studying per se, reading novels, she often has to be told to focus in class for daydreaming

and then one summer vacation spends the entire break at Northanger Abbey,

Later, after new semester starts, Lydia tells her sister in an offhand remark that Catherine seemed really down and her visit to Northanger seemed to be the reason.

Her studies decline even more when she was upset about the whole Gen Tilney situation and one evening she goes to their dorm matron to ask for advice; that's Anne, and there Catherine finds a crying Lucy Steele who had just been visited by Fanny Dashwood and basically well, verbally harassed by a visiting older sister of Edward Ferrars

My friend was adamant we either pair up Fanny Price with an oc (original character) or with~~ Colonel Fitzwilliam, who, in this AU of ours is an exchange student, same with Mr. Willoughby

Willoughby is an exchange student for a year who got attached to Marianne, and then gradually stops replying to her letters after he left their school. Colonel Brandon is one of the school beneficiaries

One of the classes go for a trip to Lyme with Captain Wentworth as one of the guides and that's where Louisa smacks her head and later fellow poetry club member Benwick falls for her (or not! I'm also not comfortable with this pairing tbh.Louisa had a one-sided crush on Capt Wentworth)

I'm sorry this is sooooo long. My friend and O kept going at it from the side of the female characters only tbh and we didn't quite know where to put Darcy and Bingley. Are they students? Or older students visiting from Oxford? Horse riding enthusiasts and club members, sharing a hobby with Elizabeth? We don't know 😂

Hope you like it! It's not going anywhere because we are both not writers, but it's a good giggling source! :D

You should write this! The only thing that makes a "writer" is writing. Go for it. It sounds fun!

[thevexinator]

Since Asagiri won't give you Guild content, I will. Headcanons, but they're based on irl facts I found within 5 minutes of googling. [These are just my hcs you can add your own if you wanna]

Louisa May Alcott 💌

- Louisa and Nathaniel are family friends. Irl, Louisa's father was one of Hawthorne's pallbearers [pallbearer - someone helping to escort of carry a coffin]. In the setting of BSD, their families were in close relations due to operating at the same church. Even though Louisa doesn't remember, Nathaniel often looked after her since the older girls [Louisa's older sister Anna and Nathaniel's older sister Elizabeth] were often helping around with the adults.

- She really likes pulp fiction.

- She's knowledgeable about the medical field. The real Louisa was a nurse during World War 1.

- Speaking of war, Louisa is a major history nerd.

Margaret Mitchell ☂️

- While BSD Margaret dresses like what if Mary Poppins was a British aristocrat, the real Margaret Mitchell actually preferred dressing in men's clothes. Thus, whenever she's not on duty in the Guild, she's chilling in something she stole from Nathaniel.

- She's afraid of fire. Why? When Margaret was a child, her clothing ended up catching fire on accident. She's never been the same since.

- She also has driving anxiety. When she was 12, her dad hit a deer on the road. She's never been the same since.

Nathaniel Hawthorne ⚔️

- Generally avoids discourse about the Salem Witch Trials. An ancestor of his played a big part during it, two others were married to women who were accused of being witches. Thus, he added the 'w' to his last name.

- He's surprisingly good with glasswork. When the real Nathaniel and his wife moved into their home, the etched poems into the glass of the windows.

- For a large part of his life, he lived in a commune.

- Occasionally, he sees ghosts. The real Nathaniel once said he saw the ghost of his friend reading his own obituary.

Edgar Allan Poe 🦝

- He's an orphan. He doesn't tell people that.

- He likes being alone. Until he gets the feeling that someone is somewhere in the room with him.

- Insanely intelligent. He knows exactly what he's doing.

- Very weak constitution. One time, when the Guild were all drinking and whatever else they were doing, Poe blacked out after one drink of wine. Everyone genuinely thought someone tried to kill him until they found out he couldn't handle alcohol.

- Unphased. He's seen it all. Death? Child's play. Heartbeat under the floorboards? Normal Tuesday. Corpse falling off the roof? Crazy. Someone walking into the party dressed in red? Standard party etiquette.

Lucy Maud Montgomery 🪆

- Also an orphan. Doesn't tell people about it.

- Very charming. She can flirt. She just chooses not to. She knows she's too powerful.

- Cripplingly depressed. Self-explanatory.

- Has girl nights with Louisa and Margaret, basically a few hours of them doing girl activities. They tried to summon Bloody Mary at least seven times to no returns.

H. P. Lovecraft 🦑

- Lovecraft has monochromacy, a condition where someone can only see in grayscale. This is derived from irl Lovecraft's "The Color Out of Space," essentially Lovecraft's low education being the reason why he didn't know about the electromagnetic color spectrum.

- He's afraid of crowds. He hates it here so much.

- Has epilepsy. The only thing that can stop this eldrich monstrosity in a human trench coat is the average disco party.

- Loves cats. He is so normal about them. Cats run to him like crazy.

- He glows in the dark. Why shouldn't he? He's earned it. He's also deficient in vitamins science hasn't discovered yet. His ankles popping sound like rogue gunshots.

- AroAce. Intimacy is a concept he doesn't understand and doesn't want to.

John Steinbeck 🌳

- He's very much a dog person. His family keeps dogs. His favorite breed is the Australian Sheep dog.

- He was very sick as a child.

- Really into marine biology. [Steincraft fans stay winning.]

- Before the Guild, he worked as a construction worker, newspaper reporter,and caretaker.

- Ironically enough, he has a pollen allergy. It's not severe, just watering eyes and sniffles. He hates it.

Mark Twain 🔫

- So normal about the ocean. He takes Lovecraft and John with him when he goes boating.

- Into geology. He's the guy who collects rocks whenever he's outside.

- Guild game night isn't game night is Mark isn't beating everyone in every board game to ever exist.

- So normal about cats. The real Mark Twain has 19 cats, all with titles like Apollinaris, Beelzebub, Blatherskite, Buffalo Bill, Satan, Sin, Sour Mash, Tammany, Zoroaster, Soapy Sal and Pestilence to name a few. BSD Mark has one ginger cat he adopted off the streets of Yokohama he names Sal, occasionally calling her Sin whenever she's around Nathaniel.

- He almost drowned twice. One would think that would kill his passion for boating, but he baller'd his way out of it.

Francis S. K. Fitzgerald 🪙

- Dyslexic and in denial. Louisa tried to gently bring it up to him that half of his work email was spelled incorrectly, but he was in denial and chalked it up to it being 3 in the morning when he wrote that work email.

- He worked as a screenwriter before the Guild. Coincidentally, he met his wife there!

- He strikes me as a guy who owns a copy of "A Pickle For the Knowing Ones". If you don't know what that is, please look it up. I promise it's worth it.

- Makes too many dad jokes. John and Nathaniel officially want him dead.

- He forgets to sleep. He just forgets. Even though he looks like he died and got resurrected without prior notice and everyone in the Guild is asking him if he had a breakdown, he forgets to sleep.

Hermine Melville 🐋

- At some point in his life, he lived in the Pacific Islands.

- Hiking enthusiast. He likes the mountain terrain a lot.

- His office smells like smoke. No one knows why. It just does.

- Not much about him to be honest. I wish there was more screentime for him. <//3

[fictionadventurer]

Musing on the post wwi Persuasion: how do you feel about the possibility that Benwick would turn into a sort of dilettante? Kind of like how Ian Carmichael plays Lord Peter flamboyantly? AFAIK it was a very common cultural reaction to the experience of WWI. So maybe Anne's intervention could be that she sees through it. The advice would still be some form of "touch grass". Perhaps that would make his falling in love with Louisa less tongue-in-cheek than it is in Austen's novel, and much more of a sign of reviving hope and trust in a meaning for life? It just occurred to me, so the thought isn't very defined.

Looking at the scene between Benwick and Anne, I got very attached to the characterization of him as shy, sweet guy who opens up when he gets the chance to talk about his poetry obsession, so I don't know if I could portray him as flamboyant. I would like to explore the depths of his and Louisa's relationship, because I also got very invested in that. You've got Benwick who has faced a ton of hardship bonding with Louisa, who is having her first real experience of disaster--there's a lot of potential to explore that in a post-war setting.

The Lord Peter comparison actually makes me think more of what Wentworth is doing. He's the extrovert who's the life of the party, totally prepared to make a foolish marriage and not think seriously about life. It could be interesting to translate that to an Edwardian setting--Wentworth coming back from the war like, "Look, there's nothing wrong with me, life is grand," and only Anne, who knew him so well before the war, understands just how much he's changed/is hurting. I'm not sure if I could go full Lord Peter with it, but it's an interesting direction to consider.

[bobbasmultiverse]

[10:44 P.M]

you glanced over to the side at your boyfriend, hearing him sniffle and shove a spoon of mint choco ice cream into his mouth. you cringed through your own tears, hugging your chocolate ice cream closer to your chest before pushing it away from the cold it transmitted through the blanket.

"stop crying, you crybaby." you urged, doing your best to hold in your sniffle as you watched Louisa giggle while William pushed the both of them outside the wedding venue with his wheel cheer. "we watched this movie a million times. why are you still crying?"

"shut up." soonyoung sniffled again, holding back a choked sob. "you're crying, too."

"your crying made me cry." you grumbled, shoving another spoon of ice cream into your mouth.

"did not! you started crying when the movie started." he defended, pointing at you with his spoon before he dug into your own tub of ice cream and scooping up more than his own spoon can handle before he was catching the falling ice cream with his tongue.

a choked sob escaped your lips as you let your spoon fall into your tub and covered your eyes with both hands. "i didn't..." you defended.

you can't deny, you'd both had a few to drink beers during dinner, and it had messed with your emotions, so getting one of the most heartbreaking movies you know was not helping.

soonyoung cooed at you, putting his own tub aside before he was pulling you into his arms, tears streaming out of his eyes non-stop as you both cried together.

"why did you take from my ice cream?" you sobbed out, seeing him shove another spoon into his mouth. "and why does he want to kill himself so much? it's unfair."

"it's okay, baby." hoshi muffled out, wincing slightly from the brain freeze before he resumed running his hand up and down your back.

"stop eating from my ice cream, you have your own!"

"okay, baby. whatever you want."

a/n: i had a marathon a few nights ago where i watched me before you, five feet apart, and the fault in our stars together. my eyes are still very much puffy.

[liamlawsonlesbian]

fic writer questions

thank you to the lovely @mecachrome for the tag <333

how many works do you have on AO3?

there are 19 on my profile currently! there is also one anon, and I believe nine orphaned (rip)

what's your total ao3 word count?

statistics page says 92,629! it is somewhere north of that (see above reference to orphaned fics)

what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

biting fic, vegas fluff, child actors au, witch charles, remote control vibrator + feelings

do you respond to comments? why or why not?

yes!! I want to show appreciation for people taking the time, and honestly I'm just so excited that I always want to respond asljdf;asaf

what's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

definitely i can feel the sun on you! (that is perhaps a spoiler for the 71 year old movie Roman Holiday lol)

I don't even really think of it as angsty, though, they're each in a better place than when they started, they're just not together (and I don't do that much because I'm a sap)

what's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

maybe the sky might not always be blue, for sure....I have a habit of leaving fics in the moment of getting together, and that one tackles the happily ever after a bit more

do you write crossovers?

not really! my old little women modern au fic has some pop-in characters from other louisa may alcott works but I don't think that really counts (I did also dabble in 1D/LM/HP crossovers as like bday presents for fandom friends back in the day but those never made it out of their inboxes lol)

have you ever received hate on a fic?

no, I'm very lucky! I have received the occasional odd "constructive" comment, but I try to take people on good faith that they're trying to be helpful! (I have also gotten a couple of less-than-stellar numerical bookmarks ratings...I am begging people to learn to use private bookmarks if they want to do that)

do you write smut? if so, what kind?

yes...not sure what "what kind" means, but it ranges from decidedly vanilla to somewhat less so...vibes wise it always involves a Lot of Feelings even if those feelings aren't necessarily romantic (though they often are)

have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that I know of!

have you ever had a fic translated?

nope!

have you ever co-written a fic before?

not yet....ro and I have thrown around a couple of ideas but we haven't managed it yet. I'd be interested in trying though!

what's your all-time favorite ship?

this is an interesting question to me,,, I feel like there are different answers to this depending on if it's like...in media in general, in fic, in rpf, in f1......I will answer with Enjolras/Grantaire, bc baby 11 year old jo who had never heard the term "slash" and barely knew the concept of fanfiction read the brick and then got pissed when she was R in a drama camp production and was blocked to have a girlfriend in Drink With Me, because "obviously he's in love with enjolras"

what's a wip that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

brocedes knight/prince dragonslayers my beloved/beloathed.....I know what it needs to be but it's very different than anything I have ever actually accomplished....

what are your writing strengths?

I think I'm decent at mood and imagery! but honestly I'm not sure....maybe those things only make sense in my head lol. I do know that my fics have made people laugh, which is lovely <3

what are your writing weaknesses?

plot!!! I am bad at writing anything that isn't just vignettes strung together, though I am Working On It....also sometimes I like my dialogue but other times I feel it verges on hokey....also someday I would love to be able to write something longer than 12k....or even just write something 10k again.....

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

it's tricky! I do think it's easy to fall into tropey-ness with it, especially in a fandom where it's common (eg, this one)...I definitely do it some, though! and I did enjoy putting sentences in french/spanish/italian in whole cloth in i can feel the sun on you, bc it was supposed to mimic the feeling of watching roman holiday

what was the first fandom you wrote for?

first fic I ever published was for 1D asldjfa;jf (and was.......far and away the worst case of just really obviously projecting onto some dudes I have ever done.....but I was 18 and my mom had just died so)

first fic I ever wrote, before I even knew it was called that, was definitely either anne of green gables or lord of the rings, in fourth grade

what's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

someday i will write the perfect his dark materials fic and actually know peace.....also in f1 terms I would love to Actually write galex!! i love them so much that it's sort of weird that I haven't written them

what's your favorite fic you've written?

it depends on the day! right now I would say either you don't have to know that it's haunted or would have loved you (in a day or two)

no-pressure tags: @oscarpiastriwdc @blorbocedes @kritischetheologie @wewentcarracing @gayferrari @foggieststars and anyone else who wants to do it! I have no idea who's done this one already