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sassmouthsimmer-scifioriginstory · 8 months ago

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Chapter One: The René Family Prologue – A Dark & Stormy Night in da bayou. 🐊 🌙 ⛈

[ Scene SFX – Rain on a tin roof, lightning cracks in the distance, thunder booming, echoes across the bayou, as a symphony of bullfrogs, crickets, and cicadas chirp in synchronous harmony. ] [ All dialogue is written with a dialect of southern coastal Creole/Cajun accents of my homeland of ‘Willow Creek.’ It’s written that way to ‘hear’ the story's dialogue as it's being read, for it to feel you are there eavesdropping among them. ]

📍Undisclosed location deep in the swampy bayous of Willow Creek

[Pearl]: “Dis humidity is suffocatin’. Dis rain ain’t helpin’ none.”

[Martina]: “Sho’ ain’t. Mais, it’d be hotter if we sittin’ inside tho’. Shoo, it’d be ta hot n’ fo’ fixin’ up da grégue fo’ a cuppa coffee.”

[ translation – Sure, ain’t. But, it’d be hotter if we sittin’ inside. It’d be too hot to prepare the coffee pot for a cuppa coffee. ]

[Jean Pierré]: “Vous-autres, parler du temps qu’il fait n’ ya tink n’ dat c’est da au milleu de l’été. Dis mouiller sho’ ain’t deter da maringouin.”

[ translation – Y’all talkin’ about the weather and ya thinkin’ that it’s mid-summer. This rain sure ain’t deter the mosquitoes. ]

[Pearl]: “Mister Jean Pierré, I ain’t believe n’ ya out rôder on dis sida da bayou wit Martina – n’ both y’all comin’ faire la veilleé wit me o’er ‘ere. Y’all askin’ fo’ trouble – a scandal – n’ draggin’ me n’ it!”

[ translation – Mister Jean Pierré, I ain’t believing ya out prowlin’ on this side of the bayou with Martina – and both y’all comin’ visit on the front porch with me over here. Y’all askin’ for trouble – a scandal – n’ draggin’ me in it! ]

[Jean Pierré]: “Mon amie, dem gros fonchocks tink she workin’ fo’ me. Ha! Imbéciles! I dare ‘em ta keep me from mon amour, mon toot toot n’ mah bebes. Dey gon’ hav’ta lock me up den.”

[ translation – My friend, them grand dumbasses (or dick/jerks) think she workin’ for me. Ha! Idiots! I dare them to keep me from the love of my life and my babies. They gonna have to lock me up then. ]

[Martina]: “I tink errybody n’ town kno’ he a’ un maquereau, but dat he foolin’ wit me since dey tink me wylde n’ bewitch him.”

[ translation – un maquereau – is a promiscuous ladies man ]

[ Martina]: “Pearl, ya kno’ folks scared ta cross me, nah. Dey tink i hex ‘em – n’ i will. Besides, it’d be dur ‘ta deny da truth when we got our bebes, Nerviii n’ Claude – both dem Bebe chiles our twins.”

[ translation – dur – means hard ]

[ Scene Image + SFX – the high-pitched shrill giggles, shrieks, and laughter of two toddler girls as they play by jumping into a giant mud puddle. ]

[Martina]: “Nerviii René! Arête ca!!! NO splashin’ n’ da mud! Chile! Ya best not get dem good clothes dirty, or it gon’ be ya pi-yi! Get ya self out dat rain! Y’all gon’ com’ down sick, ya heard!?”

[ translation: Nerviii René! Stop that! NO splashin’ in the mud! Child! Ya better not get them good clothes dirty, or it's gonna be ya booty! Get ya self out of that rain! Y’all gonna come down sick, ya heard!? ]

[Jean Pierré]: “Aye! Maman Toot, de rien. Dey bebes got joie de vivre play ‘n dat rain. If Nerviii runt ‘er dungarees, I buy ‘er new. C’est la vie!”

[ translation – Aye! Mama Love, it’s nothing! They babies got ‘joy of life’ playin’ in that rain. If Nerviii ruined her pants/jumper, I buy her new. That’s life! It is what it is; that’s how things are. ]

[Pearl]: “Martina, Mister Jean Pierré is right. Dey got dat joie de vivre. It’s jus’ rain. Let ‘em play. Kori loves when Nerviii n’ y’all come o’er ta visit. Where’s Claude at t’night? Why y’all ain’t bring all dem bebes o’er here wit ya?”

[Jean Pierré]: “Tant Cosette Duplantier beg us ta let ‘er bebe sit wit him at chez nous-autres t’night. She say it’d best if we spent som’ time wit Nerviii n’ let da girls ‘ave a’ play day wit out Claude.”

[ translation – ‘Tant' means Aunt. ‘Chez nous-autres' in this context means ‘at our house.’ Aunt Cosette Duplantier is babysitting Claude René Duplantier Guidry at their home so the girls can have a play date. ]

[Martina]: “I sho’ do miss mah sweet bebe chile. I’m happy dat Jean Pierré famille n’ she love dat bebe boy – but Nerviii n’ him inseparable. Claude gets ta wailin’ cry’n when he ain’t wit his Nerviii. Dat boy love dat girl fou.”

[ translation – I sure do miss my sweet baby child. I’m happy that Jean Pierré family and she (Aunt Cosette) love that baby boy but Nerviii and him inseparable. Claude gets to wailing and crying when he’s separated from Minerva. Claude loves Minerva (Nerviii) like crazy. ]

[Jean Pierré]: “Mais ya! I kno’ how mah bebe T’boy feel. I cry like dat when imma away from mah mon amie, ‘Tinie n’ Nerviii.”

[ translation – ‘Mais’ means ‘but.’ However, in this context – it means, ‘Well then, yeah!’ As it’s used as a form of slang to display delight, shock, exasperation or an over the top exclaimation of emotion. The letter “T” before a name has two meanings. A “T” preface means ‘little, small, petite.’ It is also a form of ‘junior’ for identifying men named after their fathers. In this story dialogue context – it means ‘little baby boy.’ ]

CHARACTERS: The René Duplantier Guidry Family – ‘MAMA’ MARTINA RENÉ JEAN PIERRÉ DUPLANTIER GUIDRY MINERVA RENÉ (toddler, nickname: Nerviii) CLAUDE RENÉ DUPLANTIER GUIDRY (not pictured in chapter scenes, only mentioned)

The Harris Family – PEARL HARRIS KORI HARRIS (toddler)

A reference to the story lore of the history of these families and how each is connected to one another:

This includes context for new readers and a reminder to those familiar with this story on Simstagram > @ sass.berry.origin

This prologue occurs ‘way back in the day when’ Mama René is a young woman in her early 2O’s and her life companion beau, Jean Pierré Duplantier Guidry is much older in his late 3O’s.

Before you ask, the answer is yes. This man is indeed the proud papa and father of ‘THE infamous Guidry’ – Claude René Duplantier Guidry. These are his parents and sister.

Mama Martina René previously employed to work in the home of Jean Pierré; but after Jean Pierré’s first wife passed away from a terminal illness; Martina and Jean Pierré began a whirlwind love affair (its rumored that – the love affair began before the first wife died) — to which this type of relationship was extremely taboo at the time.

Pearl Harris refers to this romantic relationship as being ‘scandalous’ and will bring them a world of trouble if folks find out or see them together. Since Mama Martina René and Papa Guidry created a couple of beautiful babies together, it only adds to the scandalous ridicule and gossip from curious onlookers of the small town folk of Willow Creek.

Yet town folk fear Martina — as she’s known to conjur spells and carry voodoo dolls around of anyone that crosses her.

This is because —

Mama Martina René is a legendary, powerful, renowned, and deeply feared Bayou Swamp Witch – this is who ‘Guidry’ and his sister will be influenced by in the future, as the reputation precedes this family trade by their uncanny supernatural and paranormal talents and abilities.

In this story prologue – Papa Guidry lovingly calls Mama Martina René by several nicknames such as ‘Toot Toot,’ ‘Maman Toot,’ and ‘Tinie.’

[ From the old Creole/Cajun (language), by definition, a ‘toot toot’ is something special with someone – maybe your best girlfriend, partner, your all, your everything. Ride or Die. ]

Friendly Reminder to Readers – If you are easily triggered by anything in this story, please don’t read or follow. Please review the Disclaimers in this account’s Simstagram highlights as well as those listed on this blog.

This is the origin story of my #notsoberrychallenge inspired SCI-FI SERIES that you can read on my main Simstagram account – @sassmouthsimmer or the current blog version located here:

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siv-siv-siv · 1 year ago

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hello errybody! Just wanted to say properly hi in case someone’s still here or dropping by or something! 💞❤️‍🔥 I’ve been writing a lot, still here in the shadows crafting stuff I’ll hopefully manage to make coherent and post … one day … but I really am working on some stuff I like, like, actually like, like u know? I’ve worked a lot on my process and the methods I use in writing

Oh and uhhhhhh thought I’d just be open and honest - turns out I have Dissociative Identity Disorder! It explained a lot for me xd Maybe especially why I liked moon knight so much as well omg

It’s multiple identities, the whole shabang - we’re currently 40 alters living in this hot bod, and counting, maybe, I’m new to this but we all are! My name is Orm I’m the cool and sexy one

Anyway that’s it from here🪻big hugs from the whole gang in here 😎🥳 and we’re not shy about the DID stuff if someone’s curious - feel free to write or ask and stuff if u wanna, I love u byeeeee

#my shit #DID #dissociative identity disorder #dissociative system

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zedecksiew · 2 years ago

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SPY IN THE HOUSE OF ETH

So this week I was hit with a pang of sentimentality for an older work:

"Spy In The House Of Eth".

"Spy" was published by Soulmuppet Publishing for their Best Left Buried horror-fantasy TTRPG, back in 2020; it was part of a slate of adventures, commissioned and funded as part of Zinequest 2.

A mangrove- and plantation-themed hexcrawl. A landscape changed (and changing) because of colonial-capitalist agro-industry. Displaced locals fomenting rebellion. A tycoon recycling the souls of his labour-force. Said tycoon engineering a hostile takeover of hell, so hell is made worse, and merges with the waking world.

When I flip through it now I mainly see its faults. The text feels underwritten. It is cramped, and rushed. It is sorely in need of a better intro, to orientate players:

A summary of factions; and outline of events and possible outcomes; overarching design elements like the everspreading-hell-haze mechanic needs to go at the front of the book, not the back; etc.

Ultimately---even though for quite a while "Spy" was the longest TTRPG text I'd ever written---I tried to do too much in too small a space. This is a full adventure campaign. I should've have shoved it into 60 pages. I should've saved it for a 200-page book, let it breathe. That's an editorial decision, entirely my fault.

Nova was kind enough to take a look at it, recently. Her review was very good, very insightful.

I think she correctly diagnoses the fact that I buried the lede in terms of What This Book Is About:

"this is set in a colonised land, features hellish pollutions destroying the environment caused by the invaders, features slaves in an uprising against their owners, and that the players are asked to pick sides ... [but] that isn’t well stated outside the text itself ... probably needs to be summarised for the sake of selling to the table and for ease of play."

I have no defense for this, except a vague notion that it feels a little gauche to bang on the: "THIS IS AN ADVENTURE ABOUT THE EVULZ OF COLONIALISM AND CAPITALISM ERRYBODY!" drum.

The work should speak for itself!

But, then again, people can't hear the work properly if not enough context was built around it.

Again: this is on me.

Still:

I think the reason why I put so much into "Spy"; why I resisted explaining it so much; why it is still one of the favourite things I've made, despite its faults---

Is that it was kind of my first TTRPG thing. It predates Lorn Song, even though that came out first.

The mansion in "Spy" was the first TTRPG dungeon I ever drafted. A sheets-on-the-furniture, closed-up ancestral pile; with the current owners absconded to some big city with most of the money; adventurers picking over faded wealth.

It was inspired by the huge mansions of Malacca and Penang, and context mirrors the kind of thing those tycoon family did---suck a land dry, then leave for London or New York or wherever.

More generally, a lot in "Spy" is basically a fantastic version of my day-to-day reality.

The beacon is the refinery gas flare I see from my house:

The bougainvillea monsters is because I have this monstrous bougainvillea in my yard:

The monkeys and the kingfishers. The oil-palm monoculture, the oil-palm refinery we drive past every time we head north to Kuala Lumpur. The fact we travel southeast from the city to where we live, mirrored in the orientation and order of the hexcrawl.

The mangroves:

All this to say: I feel warmly about "Spy In The House Of Eth", and I feel like talking about it. If you've read it or you've played it: I would love to hear from you.

(It's available via the Soulmuppet store and Itch and Drivethru, among other places. Thank you, Zach, for publishing this.

It was published as a batch with four other adventures, all good---though my personal favourite of them is Luke Gearing's "Behind Closed Doors". I believe he is rewriting it???)

#fantasies #ttrpgs #writing #adventures #campaigns #hexcrawls #spyinthehouseofeth #mangroves #colonialism #capitalism #oil palms #kingfishers #best left buried

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apostateoftime · 1 year ago

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I love how Everytime i mention I have a phobia of dogs errybody gotta say "MINES NICE DW" like.

I DONT CARE IF THAT THING BARKS I'LL SHIT MYSELF AND CRY

#Grey moment #phobia

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lipsyncforyourlife · 3 years ago

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#Errybody Say Love #Super Girl Groups Henny #Farrah Moan Discography #Naomi Smalls Discography #Monet X Change Discography #Mo Heart Discography #RuPaul's Drag Race Discography

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djungelblog · 4 years ago

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openly queer celebrities make my heart go brrrr

#I JSUT #THEYRE SO OPEN AND HAPPY #THEY SEE THE WORLD NOT LOVING THEM BACK AND THEY SAY FUCK IT IMA BE HAPPY ANYWAY #BC THERES BITCHES OUT THERE LIKE ME AND THEYRE LIL BABIES WHO THINK THEYLL NEVER B SEEN AND IMA PROVE EM WRONG #ITS ME IM BITCHES #this is abt eddie izzard and elliot smith and jonathan van ness and eRRYBODY ELSE #LOVE YALLL #caps in tags #tag talk #lgbtq #lgbt #queer #queer positivity #lgbtq positivity #lgbt positivity #moth still yelling at lamp more at 8

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disrupt0r · 2 years ago

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Friends, let me tell u a story of a humble studyblr that I started way back in 2012, which kind of did well, especially after I got into MIT.

Then, with my tumblogging experience, I joined the MIT admissions bloggers, a dream within a dream come true.

Then, after I graduated, I called out a Bad Man in the computer science department, and as a result, was harassed online by a bunch of awful 4chan bros. Thankfully this was very short lived, but it led to me panic-exporting, then deleting, my poor blog. I had over 2400 posts (which I know because I recently uploaded them to a private WordPress as a way of archiving them). Almost all of them were completely original content, mostly writing.

This is all to say that I have slowly found my way back to tumblr as part of the post-birdsite resurgence. Though I've had this particular replacement blog ever since the original was deleted, I was never very active. I think it's partly because I had built up a very small but very engaged little community here that was really part of what I loved about tumblr, and I'm sad to be missing it now. I realized the ability to post more casually (I have a more Serious(TM) medium blog) was something I really missed, and the element of sharing it.

Now it's just me and a menacing horde of pornbots....so please help lol

Anyway. Looking for mutuals!! Following errybody 😊 especially if you're above drinking age in your country lol...is everyone on here still a teen?? I write a lot of longform posts on my life and work, kind of like this one. They include things like thoughts on technology, policy/politics, African music and culture, little bits of poetry and short stories, book reviews, etc. I don't even know what tags to use anymore but I used to use "spilled ink" a lot....

Photo for visibility ❤️ I used to write a lot about my family and personal travels in rural Ethiopia too, which is where this photo was taken, with one of my cousins.

#looking for moots #MIT #lifeblr #writing #spilledink #friends #Friends???#please?#<3 #mutuals #Following back #open to mutuals #looking for mutuals #blacktumblr

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sessakag · 2 years ago

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Girl, your first two prompts for the NH event so far.... 🎉🎉🎉

Secondly, I am so blown away by how you write your smut. It's phenomenal. The details are off the charts. I'm literally about to faint from all the emotions I feel just from reading it. It's a whole new world and I thank you for writing such masterpieces.

So look, I don't want to hear you speak anything bad about your writing girl, at all. I betta not hear you say one bad thing about it girl, I'm serious.

You ass need to make movies, fr. You ass need to be getting paid, period. 👏🏼👏🏼

You always leave me such sweet messages @powerful-niya

Gurrrl, I been writing my lil ass off for this event 😂 as hard as it is to pack every little detail into one chapter, I've had a ton of fun finally getting these crazy ideas outta my head! So many of these prompts are scenes I've come up with outta nowhere, or pieces of an actual story I haven't gotten around to writing, like this whole thing has been liberating and I am so thankful to @saradesuchiha and @quirrrky for organizing this.

This month has been beautiful!

Now about my writing...

Now listen, you gotta understand, I'm usually the first in line to drag my ass through the mud the moment I finish a chapter 😂For some odd reason, I cannot stand my writing 95% of the time. It sucks and I be ready to throw me and the story in the trash 🙈

No idea why I do that 😅 I think I hate on myself before anyone else can, like that makes it better 🙈 I can't help it, I'm an artist! There's something wrong with us, I swear 😂

BUT

I'm happy you enjoyed my one-shots!

I've been tiptoeing around publishing my own original work for profit for years, and if I tell you why I've been putting it of you gonna wanna square up with me 🙈

So imma hush 😂

Anyway, thank you so much for your support. You and errybody else that send me love, and kind words, hilarious commentary and encouragement 💞💞💞💞💞💞

#thank you!

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dienamights · 2 years ago

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I was looking thru the few asks you answered yesterday and saw you mentioned an internship. And I remembered before you disappeared you mentioned being nervous about an interview for a job you really wanted.

So you managed to get it? 🥺

Or is the internship a bit of a different thing?

Either way I am so happy for you and so proud of u for managing to snag something with the company you really wanted! 💖

I sincerely hope it is a paid internship if you’re spending licherally half the day working and dYING.

If not, I’ve got my elbows out bestie. I amn ready to drop anybody and errybody over there.

I love you sm Nami, my love :3. Kissin u 💋💋💋💋.

Honestly august/september were such a blur of interviews and entrance exams that i dont even remember which one i was nervous about (hint: it was all of them)

Gonna put this in a readmore cause im abt to babble and im not sure anyone wants to read it lmao

Basically i applied to every oil and gas company where i live and got interviewed and got some offers. And like one in particular gave me a contract for a position where i work 6 days a week PLUS overtime, meaning i should just bring my pillow and just fuckin sleep on my desk. So i just, y’know— politely said fuck off. And bc the position was like a desk job which isnt really what i wanted seeing as its like my first job so i wanted to do more field work (0/10 would not recommend, idfk what i was thinking)

I got like other offers which were shit bc i was offered positions below my education(???? Idfk what the term is in english help me) but basically they weren’t like, engineering positions so I declined bc i wasn’t gonna settle for anything less than what i worked so hard for y’know?

The internship that im currently doing is in like my dream company and actually an engineering position, except i wasnt placed anywhere NEAR what i wanted which is, y’know whatever (lie i cried for a whole week like the lil bitch that i am) but i’m like working extra hard bc all the other interns are like a whole different species and im TRYING TO KEEP UP and after two months i can safely say i am getting the hang of it. My supervisor basically told me if i suck it up and finish this one year thing i can then request to work wherever i wanted when i do get the permanent contract so fingers crossed i dont get played next year LMQOWHDKD

IT IS PAID thank GAWD otherwise i woulda burned this place tf down. And like more than what i expected an internship to pay so im really not complaining HENDODUW

I love you MOAR bby lemme kiss YEW🥺💗💗💗💗💗 you’re so sweet for asking and remembering i am crying so loud rn im a MESS IM SORRY FOR TALKING A LOT

#[ 📬 ]—another one #i kiss u v delicately #and cuddle u forever #sorry for physically not being able to shut up

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oonajaeadira · 4 years ago

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The Mandalorian Tarot: Major Arcana

If you’re following me, you know this is a Mandalorian obsessive account. I love the man, I love the show, I write a Mando-fando that is all about pining and touch. I tend to go all in when I have an interest.

Another one of my interests? Tarot. A friend challenged me to Mandalorify the major arcana. And because Jon and Dave know their stuff and are good with archetypes (which is all tarot really is), it was an easy fit.

YOU GOT MANDO IN MY TAROT. YOU GOT TAROT IN MY MANDO. TWO GREAT TASTES THAT TASTE GREAT TOGETHER.

But. I can’t draw, so I’ve dreamed them in words and included the Rider-Waite-Smith deck illustrations that I would riff on if I could.

READY? LET’S PLAY.

(All tarot illustrations by Pamela Colman Smith. All Mandalorian images property of Star Wars/Disney.)

UPDATE! @heathenashtattoos has taken up where I cannot and is making these cards a reality! I will post them individually and come back to link them to this post as we go.

0 THE FOOL = THE MANDALORIAN / IT IS MADE! --->

The story of the tarot is the Fool’s journey, the arc of becoming. So it makes sense to me that Din would be the fool. Fits even better, since he has tremendous Fool energy in his himbo tendencies, just rushing forward into situations without a lot of planning--he’ll deal with it when he’s in it--ready to rely on others to show him the way or guide/help him to the next step.

If I could draw: Din on the cliff, with his jetpack on, meaning he has no fear of falling. Instead of the bindle-stick the Fool carries, he’d have his pulse rifle slung over his shoulder. Instead of the dog nipping at his heels, Grogu. And, of course, the landscape would be Tatooine/Navaro-esque.

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1 THE MAGICIAN = LUKE SKYWALKER , IT IS MADE! --->

The Magician is someone who is still learning to bend the laws of magic/the Universe, but very adept with their tools. Since Luke is only a few years into his Jedi training at this time, he makes a pretty good Magician.

If I could draw: Luke in his blacks, holding up his lightsaber. The Jedi symbol would replace the infinity sign.

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2 THE HIGH PRIESTESS = AHSOKA TANO / IT IS MADE! -->

High Priestess is further along the path of her magic than Magician, and her knowledge is more intuitive, her skills more effortless. Where the Magician is still learning the balance of light and dark, the High Priestess knows the value and pitfalls of both. It was always going to be Ahsoka.

If I could draw: Ahsoka sitting cross-legged in meditation mode, but with eyes open and a knowing smile. Instead of two pillars, she holds her lightsabers up and parallel to each other.

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3 THE EMPRESS = PELI MOTTO / IT IS MADE! -->

The Empress is the mother figure, the energy in the universe that provides all that is needed and embodies the energy of creation. I can see the argument for Omera being the Empress--mostly because she is a mom and she’s soft and a lot of people see the Empress as a soft female figure, I get it. (And if I were to do a minor arcana, girl would show up as one of the Queens for sure.) But in the end, I gave it to Peli because she’s a recurring character, more relevant in his story, and if Din is the Fool, Peli is more an Empress to him. She’s able to be the provider of his particular needs; services to his ship to get him up flying, contact and location information, and she’s always willing to care for Grogu whenever she gets the chance.

If I could draw: Peli sitting in the dock, against the R4 unit, holding aloft a spanner and surrounded by her pit droids.

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4 THE EMPEROR = BOBA FETT / IT IS MADE! -->

The Emperor is all about authority. And all I gotta say about Boba is BIG DICK ENERGY.

If I could draw: Just put him on the Jabba throne and let him lounge like a badass.

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5 THE HIEROPHANT = THE ARMORER / IT IS MADE! -->

The Hierophant is the keeper of traditions and a spiritual guide. As the leader of the covert and keeper of the Way, The Armorer fits.

If I could draw: The Armorer, framed by her forge, holding aloft her tools, with Mandalorian acolytes. Instead of the crossed keys at the bottom, let’s just have a mythosaur skull.

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6 THE LOVERS = FROG LADY AND FROG HUSBAND

This should be obvious and I will fight anyone who says it isn’t the right thing to do. I will die for this.

If I could draw: I would actually depart from the Smith depiction and just draw them embracing or holding each other by the arms and staring into each others’ eyes. Some kind of glowing background? Maybe the egg tank?

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7 THE CHARIOT = THE MUDHORN

Oh. You thought I was going to say the Razor Crest, didn’t you. Don’t worry, I have plans for our beloved craft, but it ain’t here. The Chariot can be a ride, yes, but it’s about victory. Sometimes it’s about the victory over your inner “beastly” natures. To travel to the next phase in the journey, the Fool must take on the beasts that drive the Chariot and claim dominance over them, and when he does, they will carry him to the next level. Since it’s the victory of the beastly mudhorn that brings Din to his bond with Grogu and becomes his signet, Mudhorn for the win.

If I could draw: Again, I’d probably play on Smith’s imagery, put the charging mudhorn in the middle, and replace the rams with Din on his knees brandishing the vibroblade and Grogu in his pram with his Force hand up.

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8 STRENGTH = CARA DUNE

Don’t come at me about including Cara. I am glad Gina got shown the door and I lose no love on that bigot. But. Cara is not Gina and to cut her out is to cut out Jon and Dave’s creation and I won’t do it. I actually love her a lot--she’s got her flaws, but she’s sassy and strong and solid, and I would happily accept a piggyback ride from her any day. She’s also a major player in Din’s story and deserves a spot in it. Strength comes after the Chariot--once you’ve conquered the beast within, you have confident dominion over it and it becomes a companion or a tool for your use. Cara is one with her toughness, she’s used it to do some good and bad shit in her past, and she continues to wield it effortlessly and fearlessly. She is absolutely this card.

If I could draw: I would put her maybe sitting on top of the downed ATST. I’d replace the infinity symbol over her head with the one on her cheek (Rebel Alliance).

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9 THE HERMIT = KUIIL

The Hermit is a loner, yes, but in his solitude he looks within, learns from all he’s been through, and becomes wise. He holds aloft a light of wisdom and truth. This was always going to be Kuiil.

If I could drawn: Just our buddy, looking out over the Arvala-7 landscape, holding aloft an in-universe working lamp. No need to get fancy. He would want it to stay simple.

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10 THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE = IMPERIAL SYMBOL AND STORM TROOPERS

The Wheel is fate. You win some, you lose some. Sometimes you’re on top, and sometimes the Wheel crushes you beneath it. You are helpless to its roll and where you’ll land. Storm Troopers are such a sad bunch. They are keepers of Imperial Law on the ground. On a good day, they capture a Rebel or hold off an attack. On a bad day, their Moff just blasts them to make an example.

If I could draw: The wheel would just be the Imperial symbol and there’d be Troopers on and under it. Maybe the one on top is just standing there, looking authoritative. The one underneath has been blasted. Some Wheels have two more figures--one on each side--and I’d add those too. The one on the down-going side would be falling, arms flailing, blaster shooting (if only sound were available, there’d be a Whilhelm scream), and the one on the up-going side would just be dangling by one arm, along for the ride.

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11 JUSTICE = COBB VANTH

Well, it just feels right to make the Marshal into Justice. But it’s not just a literal translation of making sure the right thing gets done and the bad guys are punished. Justice is about wiping away emotion and making decisions with bare truth, looking at every side of the situation and understanding what is really there. And I think Cobb fits this well. He doesn’t want to give up his armor because of what it means for the protection of his people. But he’s willing to consider it, if there’s another way he can protect them. Emotionally, he doesn’t want to deal with the Tusken Raiders, but he does it because he can see it’s the best course of action. He flies into battle with the Krayt Dragon. He gives up his armor without a fight. He makes a fair trade and sees the balance in it because he walks away from the emotion and chooses the best course of action. Cobb Vanth for Justice, errybody.

If I could draw: Cobb in the Fett armor, but with the helmet at his feet. In one hand, a bottle of spotchka. In the other, the Tusken mushroom drinky thing; he’s holding them with equal balance.

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12 THE HANGED MAN = MIGS MAYFELD

The Hanged Man is not just about a dude who’s hanging upside down. (If that was the case, I would have just gone with Gor Koresh and called it a day.) Hanged Man is about changing your perspective to see things in a new way so you can grow. Many times, this growth also requires sacrifice. Over the two episodes we see Mayfeld, we know he goes from Imperial sharp shooter, to traumatized deserter, to merc, prisoner, and exonerated friend. He’s seen some shit, given up a lot, and he’s willing to see how he can be a help to others and find redemption for himself.

If I could draw: Hear me out. Take the image of Mayfeld hanging upside down from the Crest hatch into the prison ship. Mirror that above with an image of him in his Imperial Ground Transport gear. Flip it all upside down so bad Mayfeld up top, good Mayfeld on bottom, images mirrored but inverted, hence “looking at things a new way and getting everything a little topsy-turvey.”

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13 DEATH = MOFF GIDEON

Death is about transformation, so it’s not always the most sinister card. But Death does not discriminate. It comes for us all, constantly stalking, and it will strike you down to serve its needs. You need to face Death to get to your redemption. But really, Gideon is our big baddie here, so why the hell not.

If I could draw: I would forgo the Smith illustration and go for the Marseilles tradition on this one. Gideon and the Darksaber replaces Death and the scythe.

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14 TEMPERANCE = IG-11

Temperance is the transformation that comes after Death. Once Death has chopped your physical being into pieces with his scythe, Temperance is there to take all your pieces and put them back together into something new and better. It’s also a card that asks you to re-evaluate your priorities and see if you can find better motivations than you previously had. IG’s death and reprogramming speak loudly to me on this.

If I could draw: IG pouring the tea.

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15 THE DEVIL = THE CLIENT

Here’s another baddie card that’s all about your worst faults, about excess and giving into the stuff that will eventually kill your soul. The Client holds on hard to the Empire, doing whatever he’s ordered to do to be one of the top dogs. And in the end, it doesn’t matter. Gideon takes him down like he’s nothing.

If I could draw: The client, wearing his Empire bling, with chains around Doctor Pershing and a rough-looking Storm Trooper.

***

16 THE TOWER = THE RAZOR CREST

I don’t know about you, but Chapter 14 killed me. And not because the Dark Troopers flew away with Grogu. We all knew Din would never stop at getting him back. But when the Crest was destroyed, it was like someone punched me in the soft parts, and I made a lot of severely anguished noises. The Tower is the most tragic card in the tarot. It’s when forces beyond your control make a very big (and usually negative) impact in your life and everything changes. You are left to pick up the pieces and survive any way you can with the skills and resources you’ve been blessed with.

If I could draw: Just that moment of the ray hitting our beautiful Crest, just as it begins to break apart, maybe with Din, Boba, and Fennec watching in horror in the foreground.

~~~

17 THE STAR = GROGU

The Star is hope. It comes after the biggest tragedy in the deck to tell you that not all is lost. There is always something there to live for. C’mon, kids. In this series, there was only one choice.

If I could draw: Just Grogu. Maybe drinking his soup. Or maybe he’s levitating his metal ball overhead, reaching up to it with a smile on his face. *coos*

***

18 THE MOON = BO KATAN KRYZE

We all like Bo Katan, sure. But remember my Clone Wars/Rebels fiends, she was Death Watch, and they were terrorists. She sided with Maul to take over Mandalore. Sure, she’s come a long way and her path is a bit more honorable now, but she’s got an agenda, which makes her hard to trust. Since the Moon is about more feminine energies and has themes of illusion and deception--things look great in the moonlight, but maybe not as they really are--Bo Katan’s our girl.

If I could draw: Head and shoulders profile, double-imaged so you see her face, but her Nite Owl helmet superimposed in profile over it. Nite Owl signet on the bottom. Possibly flanked by her two Nite Owl cronies.

***

19 THE SUN = GREEF KARGA

Everything's sunny when Greef’s around! He’s the feel-good gramps that’s going to make any situation A-Ok! If you’ve got a problem, Greef can sort it out...or he knows someone who can! The sun is always gonna shine on you and take you back.

If I could draw: Just Greef smiling and being cheesy with the halo of the sun around him.

***

20 JUDGEMENT = FENNEC SHAND

This card traditionally shows the resurrected rising from the grave, ready to be judged. Fennec’s got a lot to answer for in her life, but she is being given a second chance, and my number one girl crush is going to do new and wonderful badass things with it.

If I could draw: I’d either just show her opening her gut pocket to show her new works, all full of aura, with her looking down at it reverently. OR I might do a scene of her being rescued by Boba.

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21 THE WORLD = THE HELMET

Din’s helmet is the world he lives in. But it’s also a symbol of The Way. The World represents completion, a wholeness of self and being, the end of the journey. And since Din is our Fool, his journey is an exploration of his morals and honor, what it means to walk the way of the Mandalore, and what the meaning of the helmet is for him. He may choose ultimately to keep it on and go all-in on Mandalorian-4-lyfe (Child of the Watch style), or he may understand that the helmet is just a symbol and the honor was in him all along; he can wear it or not wear it and it’s all the same.

If I could draw: The World usually depicts a circle or sphere of some kind, the symbol of perfect completion. The helmet is close enough, so it takes up the center. Traditionally, there are four symbols in the corners that give more meaning to The World, and I would replace them with The Razor Crest, Grogu, the Mudhorn Signet, and the pulse rifle or blaster. These represent his home, his foundling, his clan, and his religion, all of which make up more of the whole; what it means to him to be Mandalorian.

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Challenge accepted and faced.

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 4 years ago

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Remember, Don't You Miss Us?

Prompt: hey, if you're taking requests for Sanders sides, can I request some angsty human au! familial sides? patton/janus as parents that get/have gotten divorced and (some of) the others move between houses or smth?? idk do what you want as long as its angsty with a happy ending

Thanks for the prompt, babe!

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Warnings: divorced moceit at the start, they fix it, other than that you good

Pairings: parental moceit, errybody else is the kids

Word Count: 3738

The void never used to be as obvious.

Patton and Janus got divorced, their children split between the two houses. They manage to keep up appearances, but the emptiness never really goes away.

The kids decide to do something about it.

The void never used to be as obvious.

There were times when Patton would come downstairs, expecting to see at least someone else awake, perhaps Logan in the corner chair, curled around a mug of coffee and staring out the window, perhaps Roman at the table with his notebook out and his pen flying, or perhaps Virgil, just rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he tried to figure out what to do next. Remus wasn’t an early riser, but perhaps—on very rare occasions—there he would be, sprawled across the floor, playing with his toys.

But now there’s no one to make the coffee for Logan, no one to encourage Roman to write down his ideas, no one to chuckle softly at bleary little Virgil. No one to halfheartedly scold Remus for leaving his toys all over the floor.

Patton still goes to the coffee pot and turns it on, even if there are buttons on the top he doesn’t dare to touch. Logan asked him once why he refuses to change the settings, even if he doesn’t like the kind of coffee it makes. His hands had shaken too much to answer.

He still goes through all the motions of making breakfast, even if the sudden tug in his chest at the worry they won’t have enough eggs goes limp as he realizes there are only three of them in the house now. Roman asked him once why he was staring at the carton of eggs lying there on the counter. He’d shaken his head and said he was counting.

He still hesitates at the door too long when it’s time to take his kiddos to school, expecting a green blur to tug a blob of purple down the stairs so fast he worries they’re going to hurt themselves. Both Roman and Logan look at him confused when he wants to wait a little longer before taking them out to the car.

But mostly…

Mostly he misses the flash of yellow in the corner of his eye. He could never quite pull off the color, something about the way his undertones refused to cooperate or…something like that. His own wardrobe looks…smaller now, simpler. He never used to blend into the walls this much.

Mostly he misses the low voice coming from the other room, up the stairs, just over his shoulder. His own voice is too high, too bubbly to be properly sarcastic and the absence of that voice twisting words around and around and around. Or when it would soften, and oh how much he could drown in the softness.

Mostly he misses the gloved hands on his shoulder, the small of his back, around his waist, on his hips, cupping the nape of his neck. Patton hugs his kiddos all the time, but there was something about the drag of gloves against his clothes that made him tighten his hugs.

Mostly he misses waking up to someone else warm on cold nights.

The bed feels so much bigger.

No.

No, don’t go down that road, it only leads to crying and Roman and Logan trying frantically to fix it.

They couldn’t.

It wasn’t their fault, they’re kids. They didn’t deserve to have to fix these things, these were an adult’s responsibility, these were problems they wouldn’t know how to solve. It wasn’t their fault that Patton never learned when to stop pushing. It wasn’t their fault that Patton could never figure out where the lines were drawn. It wasn’t their fault that Patton could never stop crying, making it all about himself, never wanting to listen.

Patton scrubs a hand under his nose before it can start to drip.

No. No, it wasn’t their fault, it was—it is his.

It’s his fault they can’t see their brothers anymore, not like they used to.

It’s his fault their Papa went away.

It’s his fault that he couldn’t figure out how to love Janus.

But goodness, does he miss him.

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The room’s never felt this small before.

There were times when Janus would open the door and expect someone, anyone, to barrel into him before he could step over the threshold and words would tumble out, perhaps a new idea Remus had, perhaps something Virgil was worried about, perhaps Logan with a slew of new questions for him, or perhaps—if he was coming home on a night that Roman didn’t have an after-school club—it would be Roman, wrapping his arms tightly around Janus and refusing to let him go.

But now there’s no one to keep Remus supplied with new sketchbook paper, no one to sit quietly and talk through Virgil’s fears with him, no one to go on Wikipedia odysseys with Logan, and no one to beam at Roman.

Janus still walks to the bookshelf and runs his hand along the spine of the books, searching, searching for something to read that he hasn’t read in a while, and unbidden his mind will go directly to what puns he could make from the titles. Remus had looked up at him once as a chuckle forced its way out through his lips and asked him what was so funny. Janus had shaken his head and said something had just crossed his mind.

He still walks into a room and instinctively picks up a pen to toss into the corner, expecting a soft ‘thank you’ or an ‘ow!’ from the chair or the couch or the desk. Virgil had stared at him one time when he’d walked into the room and without thinking, grabbed a pen from the pen pot and chucked it across the room, eyes wide, wondering what was happening. Janus had dropped to the ground and done his very best to comfort the poor dear, saying that no, he wasn’t angry, he did that from a habit, it’s alright, it’s alright…

He still has the urge to buy another beanbag chair, even though the one they have right now fits the three of them perfectly, unable to get the worry of making the twins share for longer than absolutely necessary out of his head. Virgil and Remus had shrugged and said they’d be fine with having their own beanbag chairs, but they look too small all alone in the sea of fabric and small plastic balls. He’d shaken his head and said he prefers seeing them all together.

But mostly…

Mostly he misses the bright, bubbly laughter that would fill the house to bursting, drawing a smile to his lips at how unabashedly happy it was. The siren song would lure him from every corner of the house, even if he were knee-deep in work, just to see what made its owner so deliriously happy.

Mostly he misses the easy words, the sweet nothings, the effortless comfort. He’s a little too rough, too guarded, too intimidating to sound as gentle and kind and reassuring, he can’t be the softer kind of support that his sweeties need sometimes. That loss, the fumbling of his tongue, always makes those sobs sound so much louder.

Mostly he misses the shameless questions. How is he doing today, what can we do to help, you know we love you, right? Such selfless care, emanating from everywhere, unconditional support, that promise, he doesn’t know how anyone could do that. For someone for whom love still fit clumsily on his tongue, he was in danger of dying of thirst after years of feeling like he could drown in it.

Mostly he misses turning around and not seeing an empty space next to him.

Don’t start.

Not again.

You don’t deserve to miss something when you threw it away without caring.

This road only leads to silences, silences Remus tries to fill by being too big, too loud, too much, silences Virgil detests and hides away, waits out, curling around his security stuffie until feels it’s safe to come out again.

It won’t be.

It’s not their fault, they’re kids. They shouldn’t be trained to read every single emotional cue to make sure their worlds won’t be upended again, they shouldn’t have to try and take of their parent, they shouldn’t be worrying about what’s going on with a problem they can’t fix. It isn’t their fault that Janus never learned how to let himself be vulnerable. It isn’t their fault that he never learned how to bite back some of his harsher remarks. It isn’t their fault that Janus could never stop trying to defend himself from someone who would never hurt him, never wanting to listen.

Janus takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

It’s his fault. Of course, it’s his fault.

It’s his fault Remus still looks around for his twin in the mornings.

It’s his fault that the brothers will grow up divided.

It’s his fault that Dad lives separately from them now.

But damn, he misses Patton so much.

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Logan: So we’re in agreement, this happens this Friday.

emo-nightmare: no need for all the grammar there L

Princey: Yes! This Friday™! It will be glorious and victorious!

living nightmare: we all will shout uproarious?

emo-nightmare: cause life is so euphorious

Logan: That’s not a word, Virgil.

emo-nightmare: if you wanna write to disney and tell em theyre using made up words i can think of better places for u to start

Princey: no virge don’t he’ll actually do it

Logan: Putting that aside, we agree that we’re doing this this Friday, yes?

Princey: Yep. Dad thinks we’re gonna go to the park to hang out after school and he’s meeting us there.

emo-nightmare: papa’s got a photoshoot with that new brand and rem and i suggested the park at 530

living nightmare: I got the fake blood and mannequin heads

Princey: REMSU WHAT THE FUKC

emo-nightmare: wow how is L letting yo make that many typos

Princey: fuck off V

living nightmare: how is Dad letting you get away with swearing that much

Princey: I am disowning you

living nightmare: on what grounds?

Princey: on the grounds that your a douchebag and you swear every two words

emo-nightmare: *you’re are u proud of me L

Logan: Had you not used the ‘u’, I would be

emo-nightmare: smh when will I be enough

Princey: you don’t need to be enough for us to love u now NO MORE SAD TALK IT IS OPERATION GET OUR DADS TO PULL THEIR HEADS OUTTA THEIR ASSES TIME

Logan: Everything is a go?

Princey: Sure is!

emo-nightmare: Roger

living nightmare: so I shouldn’t bring the mannequin heads?

Logan: No.

Princey: NO

emo-nightmare: guess not

living nightmare: :(

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In the end, it’s surprisingly easy for their kids to do things without them noticing.

Patton doesn’t Roman sneaking a camera into his backpack on the way to school, or the way he nods at Logan as they spilt up upon reaching the gates. He’s too preoccupied with scanning the parking lot, seeing if maybe, just maybe, there’s another familiar car here that he shouldn’t be caught looking at.

He doesn’t notice the way Logan texts him to remind him that they’ll be meeting at the park, across the street from the library, at 5:30 pm sharp, next to the fountain, and says that Patton will be there, not him. He’s too busy remember the last time he was at that fountain.

Janus doesn’t notice the way Remus pouts one more time at Virgil as they get ready to go, sighing and rolling his eyes about how boring the others are getting. He’s too focused on how he still expects to see a different person in the passenger seat as he drops them off a block away from the school.

He doesn’t notice the way Virgil doesn’t ask him to remember that they’re meeting after school in the park so he can help with taking the photos, but tells him, in no uncertain terms, that Janus better be in the park by the fountain at 5:30. He’s…busy remembering why he agreed to have the photoshoot by the fountain in the first place.

“Wait, why don’t you want to do the partner photoshoot?”

Janus sighs, leaning back against the fountain. “Because it has me fake being a couple.”

Patton’s mouth opens and closes and Janus sighs. Patton looks at the ground.

“I don’t believe that kind of bond can be just an arrangement,” he says after a moment, “as if it were a…contract or something. For something that they want but not—not like that.”

The fountain burbles quietly. Janus tips his head back to look at the stars.

“And what do you want?”

Patton turns, straightening as the frustration in his voice drifts away. “What do I want?”

Janus nods.

“What a good question,” he murmurs, looking at him, “what I want…is for you to come closer.”

Janus blinks in shock, his brow furrows just the slightest bit. Patton smiles and beckons.

“Yes,” he encourages when he takes a tentative step, “come closer.”

He stands to his full height as he stops in front of him, still searching his face for a clue as to what is going on. He doesn’t hold his gaze, instead looking at him with such awe that the sweet thing flushes. His hands come up slowly, hovering above his shoulders before carefully, carefully taking hold of his arms.

“This,” he breathes, “is what I want,” he says as his fingers toy with the roughness of his jacket, “this is what I want, what I have always wanted.”

Oh.

Janus’s breath catches in his throat but Patton doesn’t stop.

“To have you here in my arms and to know—“ his gaze flashes up to catch Janus’s— “that you feel at home here.”

As his eyes go wide, Patton takes them a step away from the fountain. His gaze searches his face desperately.

“Tell me,” he asks, “do you still feel comfortable here? With me? Is it still home for you?”

It’s too much. The way his gaze threatens to tear his heart from his chest, his words pluck his walls apart, brick by brick, it’s too much. He can be the friend, he can’t—he can’t see Patton like this.

“Please…please…don't turn away from me—look at me.” A hand catches his chin, guiding him back. “Look in my eyes.”

I can’t, he wants to say, it’ll hurt when I have to look away.

“Are you scared?” His face falls. “By what? I won’t hurt you, I’d never hurt you, unless…”

He swallows, and something flickers behind his eyes.

“…you want to go?”

“It’s not that,” he manages, closing his eyes as he shakes his head, “I promise it’s not that.”

“If not, then what?”

“The others—I can’t—“

He doesn’t let him finish, swiftly cutting him off with a shake of his head. “No. No one can tell you that you can’t be here with me. I want you here, as long as you want to be here.”

I can stay? he asks with the furrow between his brows.

You can stay, he replies with the appearance of a smile.

“I know what I want, Janus.” Patton takes the smallest step closer. “Always have. And there was a time when…when you wanted that too.”

Janus chuckles. “You sound ridiculous.”

Patton laughs too. “Maybe. Maybe not. But I’m happy to be ridiculous if it lets me…”

He trails off and Janus frowns.

“…lets you what?”

“Be yours,” he murmurs as Janus’s heart pounds, “and to hear you be called mine.”

His face contorts as he traces the curve of his cheek again. He follows the trail of warmth, pushing into it with the hesitant desperation of a single trickle of water, halted by a dam in the river.

“You’re still here,” comes the quiet observation, “so clearly you're not afraid…are you?”

“…I don’t know anymore.”

“Then if you didn't trust me…” He swallows. “Then I’d ask you to—to go. Because I don’t want you to be here if you don’t want to be.”

The thought of leaving sends a spike through his ribs, punching a breath out of his lungs. He presses into his hand as much as he dares.

“…but if you do trust me,” he whispers, the fountain still humming behind them, “if you are truly not afraid of my touch as you've shown…close your eyes.”

“What?”

“Close them,” he repeats, “…please.”

He does as bid, all but thrumming in his hands. The hand on his cheek trembles for barely a moment, as if its owner is suddenly overcome by the realization that they’re here, before he feels a warmth next to his face and a puff of breath that isn’t his own.

“W-wait!”

The air freezes.

His eyes fly open as he struggles to process what just happened.

Patton. Patton. His Patton. He—he loves him. He invited him here tonight because he loves him. He wants to spend time with him because he loves him.

Gods above, he loves him.

He—gods, he just tried to kiss him because he loves him.

He just tried to kiss him.

And he—

—oh, gods, he told him to wait.

“Patton—“ he tries to find him but it’s too late.

The second he meets his eyes, he’s met with a tidal wave of anguish, slammed quickly behind iron doors that fail to banish the hurt from his expression. It breaks his heart.

“I understand,” he says lowly, going to move away, “I understand—“

“No—please, listen to me, I—“

“You don’t have to say anything,” he says smoothly, his hand already leaving his face, “I understand. That was an abuse of power, it was not my intention to—“

“I didn’t mean it like that, I don’t want you to think that I—“

“The last thing I want is to pressure you into something you don’t want.”

“You don’t know I don’t want it!”

“I do!” His gaze flares sharply with anger, with hurt, seas of pain buried behind smiles and guarded expressions. He takes a deep breath and tries to force it away. “You told me to wait. And, forgive me, but I won’t wait to have my heart be broken all over again.”

“I’m not trying to break your heart—“ he scrabbles frantically for him— “please, just listen—“

“You don’t need to explain yourself, you never have, I understand that you don’t want me like that.” He lets him grab onto him but does not stop turning away. “But if you could give me a moment to collect myself, I—“

“I don’t know how to kiss!”

He freezes. “…what?”

His cheeks burn with the weight of his embarrassment and his unshed tears. “I don’t know how to kiss,” he repeats at a much more reasonable volume. He twists his hands in front of him. “I…you…I’m sorry, fuck, I’m making a mess of this.”

He buries his head in his hands, willing the tears to stay behind his eyes. As he looks up, he knows he’s going to fail as he spots the red-rimmed eyes staring back at him.

“Don’t ever,” he starts, voice wobbling a little, “don’t you ever believe that I don’t love you.”

His breath leaves him in a rush.

“Of course I love you,” he continues, growing stronger when he lets out a whimper and reaches for him, “of course I love you.”

“Then why—“ he grasps his shoulders, tighter than before, “why did you ask me to wait?”

The fountain bubbles and burbles, the soft smell of their drinks mixing with the sweet smell of the water. It’s warm here, in each other’s arms. It feels like home.

“I’ve never kissed anyone,” he confesses softly, “not like…not like that. It scares me.”

Patton shifts, not enough to hurt, just enough to hold Janus closer.

“I don’t know how to speak it.” His eyes fall closed, breathing in the warm smell of safe. “I don’t know what to do with it. And I—“

Patton gives his sides a gentle squeeze.

“…I am terrified of what normally comes after.”

“You don’t have to be,” comes the immediate reassurance, “not here, not with me. I won’t force you to do anything you’re not ready for. I will never ask anything of you that you wouldn’t give. Not until you want to.”

“…and what if I never want to?”

Janus feels his soft smile as he rests his chin on top of his head. “Then we won’t.”

“No?”

“No.” His forehead comes to rest against Janus’s once more. “But kissing doesn’t have to lead to that. It can just be a kiss.”

“It can?”

“Of course.” There’s a pause. “As that is the case…”

His eyes open. Is he…

“…are you asking?”

Patton pulls back just far enough to look him in the eyes.

“May I teach you how to kiss, my love?”

Janus’s breath leaves him in a rush. “Yes.”

They would say that it took a lot of work. And it did; getting back to a place where they could trust each other again, to live together again, was a slow progression. Over a year, at least, but there they were, working together against the problem, not each other.

But really, really it…

Well, Janus turned around, expecting to see Virgil, and saw Patton instead, blinking in confusion.

Patton mumbled something about Roman and Logan saying he should be here, a small smile growing when Janus says that Virgil and Remus did the same.

“…our kids, huh?”

“Our kids.”

Patton cautiously broached the topic of whether he remembered the fountain. Janus had smiled and said that how could he forget?

“…anything else you remember?”

And, well, maybe there was something to be said about the movies that Roman loved so much and everyone else pretended they didn’t.

Because as Janus wraps his hand around Patton’s hoodie and pulls him in, they could swear they could hear cheering and whooping all around them.

In fairness to the kids, they had an excellent reason for why they shouldn’t be grounded for lying about their after-school plans.

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kingdomoftyto · 2 years ago

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IwtV movie script ‘92 early draft, liveblog, part 6

Okay so we've met Armand, and Claudia expresses concern that she's in danger. Louis goes to confront him.

A little surprised this line was in the original draft, knowing how easily Rice likes to throw around the word "lover"... Thank god he says it at all, I guess.

... In both versions, Armand confirms that she's in danger, and why.

CLASSIC Armand. Their conversation is pretty much the same from here. Armand admits he needs Louis "to make contact with this century."

Louis pls

I do like Armand's line in the film: "A vampire with a human soul... An immortal with a mortal's passion." Errybody hot for the New Orleans sadboi

... This is where the film decides to reveal that Armand and Lestat knew each other.

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... Next in the script, there's a random detour of a scene where Louis kills a painter after getting his portrait sketched? Why not

Then we get to the Madeline scene

^A slightly extended version of a line that stayed in the final version, but I like it

Haha gross

:(((((((

The final cut includes quite a bit more dialogue in this scene. Louis speaks directly to Madeline several times, which doesn't happen in the draft. "How do we seem to you? Do you find us beautiful? Magical? Our white skin, our fierce eyes? Do you have any idea the thing you will become!?" She gets at least a tiny bit of agency/character before becoming irrelevant lol

... The scene where Madeline is dying/turning while Louis and Claudia talk on the balcony is also not in the draft. "Bear me no ill will, my love. We are now even." / "What do you mean?" / "What died in that room was not that woman. What has died is the last breath in me that was human."

It's a lot more solemn and final than the early draft, where it instead cuts to Louis brooding silently while Claudia and the newly turned Madeline dance.

Some upsetting kissing shots in both versions of the scene, then the theater vampires come to kidnap them all

... Interesting, Santiago sentencing Louis to "eternity in a box" is an invention of the final cut.

Interesting

Love this blatantly revisionist history lmfao. It's necessary for the rest of the series to exist, though, so unless the first book is in a vacuum, we must allow it

That shit hurted

... Ah, okay, Santiago does put Louis in a walled-up coffin then.

The original script does not let the audience know what happened to Claudia and Madeline until:

In the final version, as soon as Armand breaks him out, he walks straight to Claudia's cell and finds her remains directly. :(((

At least her ashes definitely get scattered in this version... ಥ_ಥ

The final film jumps back to the interview with Daniel. Louis sheds a tear, and Daniel comments on it. This scene doesn't happen in the early draft.

Ye ye ye ye get him, Louis. Much as I appreciate Armand as a complex character, I can ultimately never forgive him for allowing Claudia to die so gruesomely, and therefore will never accept his so-called love for Louis. Actually kind of pisses me off that Louis spends so many years with him later lmao.

...Anyway.

Then in both versions, we get Louis burning down the theater and killing all the vampires inside with a goddamn scythe.

In the script, Louis then spends the day in the metal coffin they'd tried to entomb him in. In the film, he just walks outside into the morning sun before Armand rescues him off the street.

In the final cut, Armand instead says Louis had done something to show him their failings. "They were doomed, stuck in their decadent time. They had forgotten their first lesson: that we must be powerful, beautiful, and without regret." Louis finds the idea of being without regret amusing.

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That's more or less the end of their conversation in the script, but the final film version they continue talking about regret. "What if all I have is my suffering? My regret?" / "Don't you want to lose it?" / "So you can have that, too?"

This is also the point in the movie when he confronts Armand with the knowledge that Armand let Claudia die, and Louis rejects him by saying, "You, who regrets nothing? You, who feels nothing? If that's all I have left to learn, I can do that on my own." It's very empowering and I'm endlessly proud of him for it. That whole scene is a legendary shutdown, tbh

In the script, though:

Gross. I know it's canon, but still. At least he clarifies "Armand followed me" and not that they were traveling together. He just stuck to Louis like a leech and Louis didn't stop him.

Hmm

*RECORD SCREECH* you WHAT

I guess that... makes sense? Sort of? What the fuck

Louis.....

The sequence from the final cut where he talks about seeing the sunrise in films is not in the original draft, btw.

Then Louis sets out to find Lestat. He tracks the scent of death to a ruined mansion, littered with the corpses of rats. In the script, he also sees a few desiccated human corpses:

In the film, the skeletal husk that is Lestat greets Louis with "I'm so glad you're here" and starts apologizing for what happened to Claudia, which Louis dismisses as being in the past. His primary emotion for Lestat in the scene appears to be detached pity. Lestat is afraid of him, but still wishes Louis would come home to him. Louis says his goodbyes and confidently leaves Lestat behind.

In contrast, in the early script, Lestat is surrounded by mountains of old books, reading aloud to himself in a crazed mutter. He acknowledges Louis' presence, but only barely, before he goes back to his magazine.

I think this is straight from the book. If I recall correctly, Lestat was so delirious he wasn't even sure if Louis was really there, and couldn't really bring himself to care either way.

So yeah, since this is something of a fix-it fic AU version of events, we're more interested in them reconciling than in Louis finding closure and moving on lmao. ENTIRELY different tone from the final film.

Ah okay, they tie the motion picture thing into their dialogue here instead. Lestat says seeing the daytime sky in the films frightened him and he fled back here.

It still sounds so weak and contrived. There was no GOOD way to retcon it, since she'd written herself right into a corner, but it's still dumb.

Oh, he actually comes to take Lestat with him in this version. :o Yoooo...

I DIE

OH?????

Yeah okay that is what happens in canon. I am curious when Armand found time to sneak off and push Lestat off a tower when he was supposedly escaping the city with Louis, though

..... dAMN this image limit! (╬▔皿▔)╯ One more post should do it!

#Tyto reads IwtV92 #🥺

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