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crplpunkklavier · 2 months ago

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Question about the Kvk au, what's Kristoph's relationship with The Von Karmas like? Given his little brother is staying with them.

i decided to write a whole little thing about this :^) 1.7k words, enjoy!

[for context for everyone else, this is about an au ive had bouncing around my head for a long time, where basically klapollo are the main characters in the original trilogy instead of wrightworth, so klavier grows up with the von karmas and apollo later helps him solve his mother's murder. one day i'll figure out how to make it ao3-ready, but for now it lives in tumblr posts]

At fifteen, Kristoph knows that he could never respect a man like Manfred von Karma. He forges evidence, his mother swears, and he intimidates everyone he works with, so nobody speaks up, and a one-hundred-percent-win rate is nothing anyone should be proud of, she says. And he forges evidence. Evidence, the most important thing of all! No, Kristoph knows that his mother was right in making him her enemy. There is no space for such tricksters in law.

At sixteen, Kristoph makes a singular attempt at imagining Manfred von Karma as a father figure. Kristoph at first tried to imagine himself as one, tried to argue for a household that would be just him and Klavier. Predictably, this failed, but Kristoph can still go for emancipation for himself, and he will. Von Karma has since stepped forth, and he’ll be taking Klavier in. Kristoph doesn’t know much about the man, save for what his mother has said about him. It doesn’t sit great with him, but he knows that von Karma has two children himself, one of them very young, so he must at least like them, right? Maybe there is some sort of honor to raising your late enemy’s child. It’s almost poetic, in that way.

And besides, Kristoph cannot help but keep wondering what opportunities Klavier will get through this. Ever since they’ve both moved out of their small old apartment, Kristoph has been allowed to stay in contact with Klavier, mostly through texts and calls, and Klavier has immediately become very busy. He’s taking all sorts of extracurricular activities now, and Kristoph can’t even see him during school holidays, because Klavier is now spending all of those in Germany. But Kristoph isn’t jealous.

At seventeen, Kristoph is a little jealous. He’d been trying to get into Themis for a couple of years, but every year he skirted past just below their requirements. This year was his last chance, and he’s failed again. Klavier is starting fifth grade in a prestigious boarding school upstate. And Kristoph doesn’t want to be jealous of a ten-year-old. But this does all seem a little bit unfair, doesn’t it?

Klavier seems to be doing well, which is of course more important. He immediately is much more communicative as soon as he has moved into his room at his boarding school, and for a while, they text every day. Klavier is making a lot of new friends, however, and keeps wanting to talk about nothing but all of his new music classes instead of all the opportunities this will open up for him, so Kristoph has some trouble keeping up the connection.

At eighteen, von Karma finally gets in touch with him again directly. Well, more or less directly. The letter Kristoph receives he’s pretty sure was written by a secretary, but it assures him that Manfred von Karma is happy to write recommendations for him, now that he’s done with school, to get started on his law career. This hinges on the stipulation, of course, that Kristoph will take the prosecution path in law school.

Kristoph does think about it, for quite a bit. Getting that sort of jump start to a career would do him wonders, but he’d never really considered himself a prosecutor. He doesn’t enjoy all the pomp to it—and he’s well aware that he could simply opt out of all the crazy sartorial choices and the courtroom drama these people tend to bring, but money changes people, doesn’t it? It has already changed his little brother. Their late mother, she was a defense attorney, and she weaved a more satisfying narrative, with her work. Kristoph will make a name for himself standing up for the little people, and being level-headed in the face of obvious corruption. He writes back to von Karma as politely as he can, to explain that he will become a defense attorney like his mother, and that he does not need recommendations.

Von Karma never responds. Klavier instead soon texts him, manfred says uve ‘decided to become a lowly worm’ lol, and then tacks on, don’t take it personally normally he doesn’t even remember u exist

Kristoph does take it personally. He takes it so personally that he, that very same day, decides that he will take Klavier back under his wing as soon as possible. He’s eighteen now. In three years, he’ll have an undergraduate degree, and he should be good to adopt his own brother back. They’re flesh and blood. The courts will listen to him.

At twenty-one, Kristoph has an undergraduate degree. He also has a little brother who is a teenager now, and he kind of doesn’t want him in his house.

It’s just that fourteen is such an annoying age. Kristoph himself was annoying at fourteen! It’s perfectly fine to be annoying at fourteen. Just, Klavier doesn’t have to be annoying where Kristoph lives, maybe. Kristoph still has several years of school to go until he can get his badge, and he’ll have to work on the side, and he’ll be stressed out, and such. He doesn’t need to do that to either of them.

Plus, Klavier barely sees von Karma anymore anyway. Kristoph wanted to get him away from that, and it looks like that’s already sorted itself out. It has sorted itself out because Klavier has gotten into Themis, now, at age fourteen, and so he’s very busy there, and he barely sees von Karma, and that’s good. It’s great. It is great that Klavier has gotten into Themis. Von Karma probably bribed them or something. It’s whatever.

Klavier does still think the worst of von Karma, maybe now more than ever, but Kristoph supposes that, too, is a symptom of teenagehood. On the rare occasions that they both have time to talk to each other, Klavier sometimes hints at some sort of plan to ‘get’ von Karma for something, but when Kristoph asks what he wants to ‘get’ him for, Klavier rolls his eyes at him as if Kristoph should already know. He doesn’t. And he isn’t going to engage in this tomfoolery. Klavier is a cranky teenager who thinks all authority figures are evil, because he’s fourteen. Right now, if he is being perfectly honest with himself, Kristoph kind of feels for von Karma. If Kristoph had raised Klavier himself, he bets Klavier would think him evil as well.

At twenty-four, Kristoph passes the bar in the very same year as his seventeen year old brother.

Themis is a joke. Kristoph only wanted to go there because he was a child, and he thought it would be good. Their mother didn’t go to Themis, she went to a regular university, a good one, one that gives out proper degrees, like the one Kristoph has gotten. Klavier has gotten a law degree for children, and then, without ever prosecuting a single case, immediately took off to ‘go on tour’ with some sort of ‘rock band’ he has formed. Kristoph cannot be blamed for wondering sometimes if von Karma should have been stricter with the kid. He does also sometimes wonder if he should have been laxer. Kristoph doesn’t know what the correct answer would have been. He knows that this isn’t who his brother used to be, but he can also see that Klavier has become better at returning Kristoph’s calls again, and he seems overall happier, so maybe it’s all good. Maybe this is working.

Mainly, it is saving Kristoph from the humiliation of having to work in the same court as his child brother. So he certainly will not complain out loud.

At thirty-one, Kristoph meets his little brother at their mother’s grave. Manfred von Karma has just been convicted of her murder, and Kristoph has just learned that Klavier had blamed himself for it for quite some time, but had had his suspicions about von Karma in between, as well. They’d decided to meet up here, today, to talk. Kristoph isn’t quite sure what about—he knows he can’t ask for an apology. He knows that. Kristoph is a normal human person who knows that it would be insane to ask for an apology from his brother, here, now, for not involving him in this. Klavier was arrested earlier this week, he was out on a lake somewhere and a man had been shot, and Klavier’s case was looking so terribly dire, and he knew he has a brother who is a well-established defense attorney, and he did not call him. So Kristoph really very badly wants to demand an apology. But he knows he can’t, because Klavier is the victim in all this, and Kristoph will not make an ass of himself.

“I really wish,” is what he ends up saying, carefully and softly, “that you could have told me, at any point. You know I would have helped you. I wouldn’t even have had to formally defend you, but you know I would have helped. You didn’t have to do all of this on your own, Klavier. Alone with that greenhorn lawyer, the…” He trails off. “I forget his name.”

His brother looks up from their mother’s grave, and at him. He smiles at Kristoph. And then he walks away.

At thirty-four, Kristoph remembers that greenhorn lawyer’s name. At thirty-four, Apollo Justice is to him what he imagines von Karma must have been to his mother. They are both defense attorneys, but Justice regularly has Kristoph fuming in his office, at home, on the drive between the two. It’s unsustainable. It has to end.

At thirty-four, Kristoph thinks that Manfred von Karma did what he had to do. Kristoph thinks that Manfred von Karma practiced law in the same stupid clown system that Kristoph now is practicing law in, and that everyone here does what they have to do, to survive, and to stay sane. To keep up appearances, to be respected. Von Karma was a fucking idiot about it, he was flashy and loud and obvious about his corruption, about the games and the forgeries. Of course he got found out. None of that is going to happen to Kristoph, mainly because he doesn’t wear a fucking cravat.

At thirty-four, Kristoph knows that he is better than Manfred von Karma in every way.

But he has to admit, he kind of understands where he came from.

#kvk #anonymous #i told patrick my outline for this yesterday and they said i write kristoph like hes light yagami

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bonnvivre · 1 year ago

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A Funny Thing- Ch 22 word dump

shortening the title cus it’s a pain to write over and over, full title in the tags, link to chapter below cut (as if ppl other than the author themselves will look at this but hey)

very much a word dump i have no idea what’s going on below this cut it’s 4am im tired

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i read every single chapter out loud to myself- i like to pretend i’m an english teacher reading the assigned story of the quarter to their students and then i give an oscar worthy performance with the dialogue

ALSO GOSUKU TAG HAS BEEN ADDED FOLKS WOOOOOOOOOOOOO

yeah dr sato as you should lmao honestly i’d dedicate my entire work hours to these two mfs

“After all, she has a feeling their story is still far from over. Who knows what else may be lurking beneath the surface.” girl this is 16 yrs of LORE of course it’s not over 😭 they got BAGGAGE

4 yrs old, born 2007, we’re at 2011 now, gojo is around 22 yrs old (note for me)

OH RIGHT YUUJI WAS MANIFESTED THRU MAGIC LMAO OFC HE DOESNT HAVE DOCUMENTS

“Yuuji doesn’t have a last name.” A

oh my gkd giggling sukuna having beef w the cheater, got into indoor cycling just to best her love that for him

also love chismosa ‘kuna, telling gojo abt the tea, kettle and all, even giving him a real time show

“In a feat of superhuman strength-“ LMAO

god im cryimg are those full coherent sentences ??? OJ GODKM GONSN FCRUY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA YUUJIIIIIIIIIII a hundred billions hours oh ur so silly

teehee their son, our son, such subtle changes in the writing but it says so much 🥹

AWHSGAFAHAGDIS I KNEW HE WAS GONNA GET THE ITADORI SURNAME IM SO HAPPY FOR WASUKE HE DESERVES HIS SURNAME TAKEN BY HIS GRANDSON OH THE JOY

god im sorry i just bursted out laughing while i was reading i couldnt help but think of the memes WHAHSDJ dad i frew up

damn he didn’t return the handshake that’s actually so crazy

YUUJI THROWS UP ON HIS DESK OH SHITTF AAAAAAAA DESERVED SCREW YOU PRINCIPAL IVE BEEN GIVING A SINISTER BRITISH ACCENT TO

i initially thought it was mainly about sukuna’s “tattoos” that the first two schools were wary about, but i forget that, to others, they’re a queer family and definitely back then, it still wasn’t socially accepted. not sure why it didn’t cross my mind, especially with a conservative country like japan, but i’m glad there’s some light to it as a part of the challenges they go through while navigating their relationship and their lives.

HELLO WE’RE NOT JUSY GONNA BRUSH OVER THE FACT THAT THERE WAS A SECOND TIME THEY KISSED WITHIN THOSE 4 YEARS WTF DID I FORGET THIS ???? (after chapter note: OK COOL I WASNT FORGETTING THINGS LMAO oh please i gotta see what this infamous incident may be pleaseeeeeeee)

oooooooh the romance is really slow cooking goodness my favorite om nom nomnomnom

ohhhhhh my heart….what are you doing to me, weiserr…��wholesome cute family moment…….my cause of death indeed

AWWWW AN ADMINISTRATIVE BODY THAT ACTUALLY CARES FOR THEIR STUDENTS’S WELL BEINGS LETS GOOOOOOO

after chapter thoughts:

MY MOM HAS A PELOTON BIKE TOO AHAHAHAHA LOVE MORE OF ‘KUNA IN HIS MOM ERA

imagine if they came across toji dropping off megumi at school or smth (yknow if mamaguro is still alive and their lives are good), i cant even imagine the animosity gojo and sukuna would have towards him

“heyyyy guys sorry i tried to kill you and your son back then crazy times huh”

his new friend is junpei bet (watch me be wrong)

#a funny thing happened on the way to therapy #lai’s word dump n thoughts #i swear i sometimes have more thorough discussions than this #its late leave mealone #for weiserr #going to sleep gn #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gosuku #sukugo

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kastlequill · 8 months ago

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wip game

thank you for the tag @ethereal-night-fairy ! np tags: @dotcie @snail-eggs @skinnyazn @alittleposhtoad @50cal-fullauto-astarion @lunarvicar @siriusleee @parttimeprophet

Rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how nondescript or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!

i have way too many wips, so here are the top 5 that are most likely to see the light of day relatively soon(ish):

➜ jjk — illusion (itafushi); tnp: i (gojohime)

➜ cod — thtd: iii (ghost); unearth: v (keegan); pulse: iv (gaz)

illusion (megumi x yuji)

current status: 1.8k words written; expecting 1k+ more words completed

Megumi shook away the mental image of his wide-eyed, grim-faced classmate. Neither his thoughts nor fears were of consequence at present, and it was not as if he had time to spare on regretting the past. Itadori would need all the help he could get, and Megumi refused to be a bystander to his death. Not again.

‘til my pulse loses time: iv/v (gaz x medic f!reader)

current status: 200 words written; expecting 1.5-2k+ more words

As a medic, you could only do so much. Many factors that would ultimately decide whether a patient lived or died were simply beyond your sphere of influence. Stitching together sliced skin, surgically removing bullets from traumatized flesh, administering first aid in the field—all within your skill range. Hell, even resuscitating a still-warm, newly-dead body was possible on special occasions. But you were neither God nor Death, so you could neither breathe life into the corpse of a friend, nor could you hold a scalpel to the jugular of a foe. These mortal limitations weren’t to blame for the horrors that unfolded during the coming hours, however.

unearth without a name: v/v (keegan x brainwashed f!reader)

current status: 100 words written; expecting 2-2.5k+ more words

Two hundred seven. That was the number of days currently separating him from the moment he had last seen you.

the nightmare pact: i/v (gojo x utahime)

current status: 2.7k words written; expecting 3.5-4k more words

Too late to turn back now, she thought with a resigned sigh. Still, part of her almost wished she could. Rght when she was about to do just that, an aggravating voice pierced the air. “Don’t just stand there, Utahime, I can hear those old joints of yours cryin’ out from all the way back here!” For the second time that day, Gojo made her left eye twitch.

that human, that demon: iii (ghost x f!reader)

current status: 9.1k words written; expecting 2.5-5k+ more words

“Your wrist control’s shit, and you failed to pass guard four times.” Ghost’s tone was neutral, betrayed nothing, and his body didn’t so much as move an inch from where he’d been spectating the match. “I’m almost impressed.” A snort. “Haud yer wheesht.” “English, MacTavish.” “Y’sure know how to make a man feel special, eh, Lt.?” “Special? Might be time for a career change,” the lieutenant mused, his banter as dry as his. . . everything else. “No one’s special in our line o’ work, Johnny.”

#writing update #fic: that human that demon #fic: unearth without a name #fic: ‘til my pulse loses time

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asongoficeandthrones · 13 days ago

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A Clash of Kings First Read - Chapter 17

Before the post itself, a little update: posts should be more developed from now on, at least for the "Things I loved/liked" and "Things I disliked/hated" parts. Before that point, I was reading the chapter in one go and then writing up the recaps (and forgetting some rather important things in the process lol). Now I've decided to write the recaps while reading the chapter, which is why the posts will be more developed.

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(POV: Tyrion IV.)

Setting: The Red Keep.

Favorite character: Am I gonna surprise anyone if I say Tyrion? Because he is, once again. I feel like he knows his weaknesses, and also how to make plans to overcome them, so in that, he's really smart, and he also knows how to manipulate others, which is incredibly useful in this universe.

MVP: Tyrion. His plan was very well-oiled (by eliminating a traitor to him in the Red Keep), and could totally change the game according to the issue of the deal (in favor of the Lannisters, sadly, I guess?).

Things I loved/liked:

Well played, Tyrion, well played. You even had Varys there, and he is not an easy man to win against. (Though poor Myrcella and poor Tommen... The worst thing is that Tyrion actually seems to care about the children... which is why he might be doing this. They'd be safer and grow up a lot healthier away from Cersei/Joffrey, in Dorne at least, if not the Vale.)

I really liked the Littlefinger/Tyrion meeting, because it had so much sass in it (for example, Littlefinger's "I'm wounded. I strive to look elegant every day," or Tyrion's "I have little doubt you'll be equal to the task [of bedding Lysa Arryn]").

The Varys/Tyrion conversation too, as ever. I'm really impressed with Varys's ability to know everything, even when he's not supposed to (and his ability to deduce things as well, since Tyrion has never told Pycelle that he was bargaining off Tommen or Myrcella to the Dornish, just that it had a link with Dorne... unless Varys learned about it another way). Also, Tyrion's final "[...] then I would know the man who told her to be my certain enemy" is kinda badass and ominous, so there's that too.

The conversation between Tyrion and Bronn, because it's been a loooong time since we've seen those two together (that I can remember, at least), and because it showed us the problems that King's Landing (and Tyrion) is dealing with at the moment. And because I like a strategic Bronn (how he analyzes the hedge knights training, in case he has to go up against them someday).

Joffrey being mocked, if only in secret. He deserves it.

Things I disliked/hated:

I guess Tommen and Myrcella being bargained off? But then again I'm aware that it's how most highborn marriages work in this universe.

Bronn's "There are a hundred whorehouses in this city where a clipped copper will buy me all the cunt I want." There are more... delicate ways to put this, I guess? It does seem pretty in-character for him to say that, though.

Tyrion's discussion with Pycelle was very boring. Also, I don't really like Pycelle (if not outright dislike him), and one of the reasons for that is implicitly stated by Tyrion in this chapter: And it seemed to Tyrion that the gold and silver and platinum links far outnumbered those of baser metals. Now, I don't really recall what these metals stand for (but I do remember that each metal stands for a discipline), but I interpreted it as saying that Pycelle cares a lot more than he should about riches and gold.

Cersei's disdainful attitude towards Tyrion (who is a lot smarter and more useful than she knows).

Quotes: Tyrion and Varys's final exchange wowed me and brought the chapter full circle with the last word.

"What Cersei does not know will never hurt me." "And if Her Grace were to discover your intentions before your plans are ripe?" "Why," he said, "then I would know the man who told her to be my certain enemy." And when Varys giggled, he thought, Three.

Thoughts overall: Wow!

#spoilers #asoiaf #acok #a clash of kings tyrion iv #a song of ice and fire #tyrion lannister #review

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rarepairnation · 8 months ago

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I just realized I completely forgot to send you an ask for the WIP title game! Please, please tell me about "how to say farewell to the only family you have left but three times over for each of them" 👀 — @emyn-arnens

hehe YES i LOVE this one and i feel like you will too lol. essentially its a very extended set of scenes (think rotk six ending scenes energy) over which faramir comes to terms with leaving minas tirith behind for…not really for GOOD but for the longest time he ever has and undertaking the longest hardest journey he’s ever been on. well i called it that because i write basically solely character dynamics and so each one is centred around saying his goodbyes to his father and his brother in each of the different roles that they play in his life. ive always loved playing with names and titles and levels of formality in interactions between the same people in the different things they mean to one another and it was VERY fun to be like. well boromir and faramir saying their last goodbye immediately followed by the captain-general farewelling his second. the things they can't say and the things they know they're saying. and contrasting that with denethor and faramir where the line btwn father-and-son and steward-and-captain is WAY more blurry and they DONT really know how to talk to each other without some of that duty and a lot of their personal issues creeping into it.

it starts with in the middle of the night denethor and faramir have a civil conversation as father and son for probably the first time in ten years it's a lot of faramir's complicated feelings about his father. like a LOT of them. resolving into. well no matter what has passed between us i am glad we have this one conversation where we can part kindly. here is this part of those complicated feelings. god when they understand exactly what the other is saying and CHOOSE to misinterpret them.

Faramir knows he does not say this to doubt the strength of his company, only to state a truth. Ithilien has ever been a tenuous position, and to hold it in recent months has taken all the shrewdness of Faramir’s tactical mind. There are few he himself would appoint to bear that strain. Yet it is still doubt, and he cannot help but bristle. “There is strength in Ithilien that is not yet spent,” he says pointedly, a cold note to his voice. “I do not doubt it,” returns his father, equally frigid. He looks Faramir in the eye, grey to grey, and his gaze turns merely cool. “Yet to be the forlorn hope is thankless. I would accede the company all that I can spare, if it will prolong the defense.” “And they will thank you for it,” says Faramir, mollified, and angry about that, too. He has forgotten that they are not at council. He does not need to couch his position in shrewd word and inassailable will, striving endlessly against the forward advance of his lord’s judgment. His father would not send his Captain-General if he did not see it necessary, and in truth Faramir would not have made a different decision.

this is followed by boromir, as his brother, helping him dress in the morning. its fun because he spends the entire time being very stoic and squire-ish and pinning and straightening faramir's clothes like a captain who's conducted a million inspections and Not Crying and then like two seconds before the official summons sounds the floodgates open. very...you're never Ready to say the goodbye no matter how much you pretend you are. (i selected this excerpt specifically to contrast with the previous one lol)

“Do not change.” The words burst from Boromir’s mouth in an imploring rush, his hands tightening on Faramir’s shoulders. “No matter what happens out there. I expect you to return with tales I do not understand, with-” he breaks off, sniffs- “with an adoring train of admirers, with some precious book you have carried over hundreds of leagues. Something no sane man would bring upon a journey such as this.” “That, I can promise,” Faramir laughs, even as tears blur his vision. “You may regret making me swear so, when you tire of my incessant chatter.” “I am sure,” says Boromir. “Remind me of it, when that time comes.”

and then. well. he has said farewell to his father and brother. but he now faces the steward and the captain-general before the great gates. and yet they still ARE his father and brother and none of them can forget it!!! god i love messed up family dynamics with my whole whole little heart. yes denethor's line is written to be an explicit parallel to "i sent my son unthanked unblessed onto the field of battle" because i am NEVER not thinking about it.

Denethor steps forward then, until they are separated by but a pace. Lifts his hand, brings it to his heart and then leans down to press his lips to his son’s brow. “Go now, Steward’s son. Go with the blessings of your lord and city, and may your burdens be few and your road run true.” Faramir bows his head, kisses his lord’s hand. When he rises, he meets his father’s eyes. A glance passes between them, a wordless communion. He turns to the Captain-General, then, and they end the farewell in the warrior’s manner, a clasp of the forearm in place of the kiss of fealty.

anyway. yeah. it was so fun to write and ALSO so difficult and wildly heartwrenching. but i miss it. i miss them. when will they (fucked up house of the stewards dynamics) return from the war (theyre always there because faramir carries them in his mind. but you know what i mean). thank u for asking for this one<333

#from the inbox #anonymous #emyn-arnens #THANK YOU ILY #THIS WAS SO FUN TO LAY OUT FR #not to be self-aggrandizing but i DO think i really ate with it #its duty-and-love and titles-and-names and thats what im TRULY good at.#au denethor i miss you....hes not actually that different yet but like i miss him anyway....i have to wait EIGHTY THOUSAND WORDS?#(i miss him [guy who thinks about him every day voice])#faramir goes to rivendell au

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81scorp · 10 months ago

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Constructive criticism: Frozen 1 and 2 (and a bonus)

Ah yes, Frozen 1 and 2. In 1844 Hans Christian Andersen wrote Snedronningen ("The Snow Queen"), a fairytale centering on the struggle between good and evil as experienced by Gerda and her friend, Kai. Unlike Andersen's other stories, The Snow Queen was written in a novel-styled narrative, being divided into seven chapters. In the 2000s, Disney, the IP devouring mega company, no stranger to adapting public domain fairytales and milking as much money from them as possible, saw money, I mean animated musical potential, in The Snow Queen and gave it the old Disney treatment. There were some problems with coming up with a story that would work, but after a while in development hell the writers found a way. in 2013, "Frozen", the one-word titled movie adaptation of Andersens fairytale premiered and was a big hit at the box office. It was good but also a bit overrated, overhyped and, because of this, also overhated. Criticism caused by overexposure to supercatchy songs aside, the movie had a few shortcomings caused by it being written in the eleventh hour. The backstory was a little rushed. Most of the songs were used up in the first act leaving us with only three in the second act, and only one of those three songs helped move the plot forward (The reprise of "For the first time in forever") the two others were just musical deadweight. Elsa and Annas relationship was the most interesting part of the movie but more screentime was spent on Anna and her journey with Kristoff who, while still likable, was not as interesting as Elsa. Because Frozen made a ridiculous amount of money a sequel was made, and it too made a ridiculous amount of money. Personally I like the second more than the first one. Wouldnt call it better than the first, but I wouldnt call it worse either. Like the first one it was carried mostly by its musical numbers and this time it didnt use up all its best songs in the first act. And like the first it had a few shortcomings in the story department. Now, Ive talked about Frozen before and even given it a little constructive criticism in my editorial "More thoughts on Frozen" (A few things that I said in that one are repeated here). But in this editorial I have a few more things to say, not only about the first Frozen, but also its sequel. (Something you probably could have guessed from the title.) So now, without further ado, if I could wish upon a star that I could travel back in time before this movie was made and tweak the script a little, heres how I would change it.

Frozen Any explanation for Elsas ice powers Im not one of those who felt that Elsas ice powers needed to be explained in the first movie. However, in Frozen 2, when they explained the origin of her powers there, it just felt like an afterthought. Frozen 2 felt more like it was about Elsa and Anna cleaning up their grandfathers mess than any examination of what gave Elsa her powers. So I would explain her ice powers in the first movie, and I would do it like this: When Pabbie asks Agnarr and Idunna: "Born with it or cursed with it?" and they answer that she was born with, it the other trolls gasps and whisper among eachother: "A frostborn!" Now, lets jump forward to the part where Anna tries to convince Elsa to bring back summer. Elsa sings: "I cant" and accidentally ices Anna in the heart. Kristoff runs into the room to check on Anna, sees Elsa, gasps and says "A frostborn!" Jump forward to the part where Kristoff is taking Anna to see the trolls. Anna talks to Kristoff and asks. "What was it that you called my sister earlier?" And Kristoff tells her what a frostborn is. Once every hundred years the planets are aligned on the wintersolstice, and if a child is born on that day, at midnight, it becomes a frostborn. Someone with powers of ice and snow. Hes heard the stories (from the trolls), but he never thought he would see one in real life.

Conceal dont feel/ Elsas childhood* In a way I defended this earlier (mostly because I couldnt come up with a better idea myself) but I think I have an idea now on how it could have been done differently. The whole "Conceal dont feel" could be something that Elsa herself came up with in her grown up years. Her parents could try to teach her to use it responsibly instead of bottling it all up. In the scene where Elsa is given her gloves they could first be lying on a book called "The magic feather" (a subtle reference to Dumbo, hinting that the gloves are just placebos) And then later in "Do you want to build a snowman": The King is looking out through a window, rubbing his hand as if it is hurt, worrying about Elsa. The Queen is looking through a book and reacts as if shes found the answer. She shows the book to the king. Both of them have expressions of joy in their faces. (She found the solution to Elsas problem in an ancient text in the book, which leads to them going away on a travel to find it which leads to their ship capsizing in the storm). Later in the movie, before she wakes up in her cell in Arendelle, Elsa has a flashback to a day where she was 12-years old. Her father is touching the palm of her hand with his own as a form of trust exercise. Ice starts forming on his hand. He keeps holding on as a way to say: "Its just ice, theres nothing wrong with your gift, its not evil." Elsa allows herself to smile. Then she has a moment of doubt, her ice gets colder, its hurting her father but he refuses to let go and says in a calm voice: "Its OK Elsa, dont be afraid. You can control it". But the cold becomes too strong and he pulls back his hand in pain. The Queen wants to comfort Elsa but Elsa is afraid and distances herself from her, fearing that shell hurt her. Still wanting to comfort her daughter the Queen tells Elsa: "Its not your fault." But Elsa is too afraid, too afraid of her own powers and backs into the shadows (figuratively AND literally). Their parents dying may be sad but seeing them trying their hardest to help her, and their struggles leading to their own death would be even sadder. It would help make us emotionally invested in the characters and through them, the movie itself. Yes, I know, this was retroactively added in the sequel. But it would have helped the plot of the first movie if it had been revealed earlier.

Fixer upper At one point Kristoff tells Anna that you cant get engaged to someone you just met and she asks him if hes some kind of love-expert. Kristoff replies that he knows some love-experts. So we can assume that the trolls taught him that you cant get engaged to someone you just met. When they meet the trolls, what is the first thing they do? They tell Anna that she should get engaged to this guy she just met. Thats a problem I have with this song, it contradicts what Kristoff told us that they taught him. And also: its a little too upbeat and not a very good 11 o'clock number. (11 o'clock number is a theatre term for a big, show-stopping song that occurs late in the second act of a two-act musical, in which a major character, often the protagonist, comes to an important realization. Examples include "So Long Dearie" from Hello Dolly and "Cabaret" from Cabaret. It was so named because in the days when musical performances would start at 8:30 p.m., this song would occur around 11:00 p.m.) Source: Wikipedia What I would do: At first Anna and Kristoff talks to the trolls about Elsa and her powers, which leads to the trolls starting to sing. The song is about Elsa (who should have gotten a little more screentime) and about how she is right now at a crossroad. She could stay good, she could turn evil, they dont know, it`s up to her. The song should be similar in style and tone to "The Misty mountains cold" from the Hobbit. And then Anna grabs her chest in pain. Pabbie tells them that "only an act of true love can thaw a frozen heart" and you know how the rest goes.

On the fence: Lack of music in the last part* Someone I know pointed out that there was no more musical numbers in the last quarter of the movie. Aladdin ended with a short reprise of "A whole new world", Beauty and the beast ended with a short reprise of "Beauty and the beast". This movie could have ended with Elsa and Anna singing a short reprise of "For the first time in forever" as they are ice skating around together. Just sayin`.

Frozen 2

Water having memory

Water doesn`t actually have memory, but let`s say that it does in the Frozen universe.

It`s still not a good idea for the plot because of the super-expositional ice sculptures that telegraphs important plot points miles in advance.

Lose the "water having memory" bit.

Plot

The plot would still be mostly the same but with a few differences.

When Elsa goes outside while singing "Into the unknown" she goes down to the ocean, freezes the water`s surface and walks on the ocean while singing. After the song ends she reaches her goal and finds what the mysterious voice wanted to show her: On a beach lies what`s left of an Arendellian ship. At closer inspection she realizes that it`s her parents ship. She finds the waterproof log that reveals that her parents were trying to find Ahtohallan. Elsa gets ready for her journey, Anna finds out about her journey and convinces Elsa to let her join, Kristoff, Sven and Olaf are dragged in as well and the next morning they leave Arendelle.

(Note that in this version Arendelle has not been evacuated, the people are still in the city.)

Then things happen pretty much the same way they did in the movie, they reach the magic forest, meet the Northuldra etc, etc. The Northuldras call Elsa a "Frostborn", most of (if not all) the previous frostborns were Northuldras. Elsa is the first to not be one.

When Kristoff sees the dam he does not say that if it broke it would be the end of Arendelle. (I don`t want him to put that thought in Anna`s head.)

In the scene where Elsa talks to Honeymaren she (Honeymaren) says that the old songs mentioned something about a fifth spirit and "a sacrifice" but she`s not clear on the details. "Only Ahtohallan knows."

Later Elsa, Anna and Olaf head north while Kristoff and Sven stay behind with Ryder and the rest of the Northuldra. Instead of finding their parents ship (since Elsa already found it in the first act) Elsa, Anna and Olaf reach the stormy sea that they have to cross to reach Ahtohallan. Elsa, fearing for Anna`s safety sends her and Olaf away in an ice boat. (It was her plan to send them to a lake that they passed on the way to the ocean, but Anna makes the boat miss the lake and land in the river with the sleeping rock giants. They later end up in the cave.)

Elsa tames the Nokk, crosses the ocean, finds Ahtohallan, sings "Show yourself" with a vision of her mother and all that, but she doesn`t turn into the fifth spirit... yet. She enters the room with the memories and sees things that happened and people who lived in the past. (In this version however, the memories are not made of snow, they are ordinary, transparent, blue-ish ghosts.) She sees Anna and Olaf and where they were a few minutes ago. She goes too far into Ahtohallan, sees her grandfather killing the Northuldra leader and starts to sink through the floor (instead of freezing to ice).

(Remember what the song said? "But not too far or you’ll be drowned.")

Elsa tries to escape but can`t, she sends a message to the place where she knows that Olaf and Anna were a few minutes ago. Anna and Olaf get her message, Olaf gets weaker, they realize something must have happened to Elsa, Anna has one final warm hug with Olaf, sings "The next right thing" and prepares herself for what she must do.

She wakes up the ice giants, gets them to chase her and throw big rocks at the dam. Mattias tries to stop her but she can`t hear him over the sound of the destruction. When the dam is destroyed Mattias tells Anna that he tried to warn her that the river leads to Arendelle. (Remember what I said earlier, in this version Arendelle has not been evacuated.)

Meanwhile at Ahtohallan: Remember what Honeymaren said earlier: something about the fifth spirit and "a sacrifice". Because of Elsa`s sacrifice, Ahtohallan has deemed her worthy to be the fifth spirit. She comes back to life, gets her fifth spirit outfit, emerges out of the floor, and rides on the Nokk to save Arendelle.

At Arendelle the people hear the flood coming nearer, they start to evacuate but the flood is coming too fast. Fortunately Elsa arrives in time and saves the people. Anna is reunited with Elsa, Kristoff finally, properly, proposes to Anna and Elsa recreates Olaf.

Olaf: "Hi, I`m Olaf! And I like warm hugs!"

Anna: "Olaf!"

Olaf: "Do I know you?"

Anna: "Olaf. It`s me!"

Olaf: "Aha! ... and you are...?"

Anna: "..."

Anna realizes that this is not the old Olaf. He`s new, with none of the old Olaf`s memories.

Anna: "I`m... Anna. And this is Elsa, Kristoff and Sven."

Olaf: "Nice to meet you all!"

Anna becomes the new Queen of Arendelle, Elsa abdicates and lives in the forest with the Northuldra, Lieutenant Mattias returns to Arendelle and is promoted to General under Anna. A statue is unveiled of a younger Agnarr and Iduna to honor their memory and the new unity between Arendelle and the Enchanted Forest. Anna sends a message to Elsa via Gale, inviting her to come visit them. After recieving and reading the message, Elsa gets up on the Nokk and rides towards Arendelle.

I changed the source of Elsa`s power because, as I said earlier, tying the origin of her ice powers to Ahtohallan and the four elements felt like an afterthought. Also: notice that I wrote that if a child is born at midnight on the winter solstice once every 100 years.

You probably wonder: but what if a child is not born under those particular cirumstances?

Then I guess they`ll just have to wait for the next time the planets align. It`s not like there have to be a frostborn every 100 years, it`s not like it`s part of a great plan. Being a frostborn is not a requirement for being the fifth spirit (but it is an advantage).

What I`m saying here is that I`m not a big fan of the chosen one narrative. (Don`t hate it but I don`t like it either.) It just feels like it lowers the stakes.

This movie`s theme was about change, so it feels a little weak that they kill Olaf but then bring him back again exactly as he was before, once again, it has really low stakes.

"But it`s a kids movie" some might say. Yes, but kids movies can, and have, dealt with serious issues like death in the past and handled it in a mature way.

Of course I understand that Disney would never kill off a marketable character from one of their most profitable cash-cows, atleast not permanently. That`s why I suggest that they do like Marvel did with Groot and Gamorra, kill them, then bring them back, but not the same as they were before.

This would of course mean that there would be no post-credits scene where Olaf retells the story to Marshmallow and the snowgies, since:

A: Olaf wouldn`t remember anything that happened before his resurrection

and

B: Marsh and the snowgies would have disappeared just like Olaf did when Elsa temporarily died.

But if I had to put in a post-credits scene then it could show... I don´t know... Elsa, Anna, Kristoff, Sven and Olaf sitting around a table eating shawarma.

*Yes, this is something that I copy pasted from my old editorial: "More thoughts on Frozen"

Chip 'n Dale: Rescue Rangers (2022) Now, I have to confess, I haven`t actually seen this movie, but I have seen several videos on youtube describing the plot and there are two things that I have some opinions about.

Gadget and Zipper having kids together Gadget and Zipper? Im not feeling it. Id lose that.

Peter Pan as the villain Didnt like what they did with Peter Pan for two reasons.

1: Because of what happened to Bobby Driscoll, and many other child stars in showbiz.

2: Not aging is not just a Peter Pan thing but a toon thing in general. How come Peter Pan, the boy who never grows up, is the only toon that ages when no other toon does? Im sure the writers thought they were very clever when they wrote that, but besides the whole Bobby Driscoll (and many other child stars) thing it just doesnt make sense. Not even in this movies universe. My solution: Make Smee the bad guy. It works because A: Hes a pirate so it fits the whole piracy thing.

B: I can easily see Smee being the kind of henchman whos more clever and dangerous than he appears and who could totally lead a criminal organisation. And just like Judge Doom in "Who framed Roger Rabbit?" he could disguise himself as a live-action human, maybe as a woman? (Super-realistic mtf mask disguises usually make movies better, or at least memorable.

And that`s how I would do it.

My original plan was to make one big editorial where I give constructive criticism to not only these three movies, but also Raya and the last Dragon, Scoob, Space Jam: A new legacy and Wish but I felt that it would be hell of a lot to write in one editorial. So I decided to divide it up. Space Jam 2 and Scoob gets to share one editorial, as do Raya and Wish. So now you know what to expect from me, when it comes to literature, for the next couple of weeks (or more likely, months).

It is of course very easy for me to write these because I have the luxury of hindsight. And unlike the filmmakers I don`t have a movie studio breathing down my neck, forcing in unnecessary changes and pressuring me to get it made before a deadline.

Why do I write these? For several reasons. Im nitpicky, sometimes the movies I criticize arent bad, I just like my own ideas better, sometimes the movies I critize are bad, I care about good storytelling and it`s a fun excerize in creativity and script doctoring. But also because I have a lot of of free time.

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Started writing this 2024-02-21

Comments are not necessary but appreciated.

Other movies on my Constructive Criticism list that you can look forward to

Supergirl (1984) Jonah Hex (2010) Dragonball evolution The Spirit (2008) The Dark Knight trilogy

And as usual: English is not my first language, so if my writing doesn`t seem to flow naturally, you know why.

#constructive criticism #written stuff #editorial #literature #frozen #frozen 2 #chip and dale #81scorp

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Goodbye

Masterlist

Part 3 of: An unlikely bond - The garden

Next part -> Another chance

Words: 890 Summary: The last month of your stay on Ardu Delphi IV passed too quickly and you couldn't help but feel a sense of bittersweetness creeping into your heart as you spent the presumably last evening with Portal. Warnings: angst

The last month of your stay on Delphi Ardu IV passed too quickly and you couldn't help but feel a sense of bittersweetness creeping into your heart as you spent the presumably last evening with Portal. He sat near the river against the majestic tree, his back resting against the rough bark while you laid beside him, your head nestled on his legs, eyes closed and humming a soft sweet tune while his fingers traced through your hair. At first glance, not much had changed after his silent confession, as if both of you were afraid to shatter the delicate balance you had found by moving on to the next step. Yet, with each passing day, your hearts, each individually and hidden from the other one, yearned for more than just the occasional gentle peck on the lips or warm embrace. The call of Starfleet echoed in your mind, beckoning to embark again on a new adventure, leaving the serenity of Delphi Ardu IV and the guardian behind. But what would become of the two of you? Would this fragile love be strong enough to withstand the distance? Or would he eventually come with you? How would even a display of affection look like for the Tkon? And while you were lost within all those unanswered questions, the guardian was drowning in his very own doubtful thoughts. He was more than six hundred thousand years old and surely a young beautiful human like you would not only find but also rather choose a more suitable match. He was certain about the genuineness of your connection but he also dreaded the possibility of all you had just being the simple result of you being stuck here with no one else but him. He too wondered about the possibility of leaving with you but the mere thought of leaving his duty behind weighed heavily on his heart. The empire might have fallen but he was still a portal, a guardian if only of the memories of the Tkon by now. Nonetheless the idea of letting you go seemed to fill him with a profound sense of loss and uncertainty. What if you really would find someone younger, more suitable and left your connection behind forever?

As the night deepened, you strolled through the the temple towards the chamber you were sleeping in, seeking solace in the embrace of the familiar. Portal trailed behind, his footsteps echoing the weight of his own doubts. But before you both reached the bed, he halted and reached into his pocket, producing a small golden ring. He called your name and tenderly held out the ring, the embedded amber stone pulsating with a soft orange light.

"It's a gift, a token of our time together. Whenever you feel adrift in the vastness of space, activate it, and I'll be with you in spirit."

You took the ring, your fingers trembling as they connected with its mysterious energy. The stone held a small part of Portal's essence, it was an embodiment of his love and hope that you would never forget him, no matter the challenges that lay ahead and that, maybe, you would meet again. He reached out, his hand gently cupping your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"I may not be able to go with you, but know that my love and support will always be with you," he whispered, his voice filled with a tender vulnerability that touched the depths of your soul. Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized the depth of the love you shared. It wasn't the time or distance that mattered; it was the strength of the bond you had forged and the belief that love could withstand any obstacle. This night he laid down in the bed with you, hugging you tightly from behind, imprinting every contour of your familiar embrace and scent into his memory. He longed to tell you how much he came to love you but the words were caught in his throat, unable to convey the depth of his feelings.

The night passed quickly and the time for goodbyes began. Commander Riker had already contacted you with his usual enthusiastic jokes and awaited your signal to bring you back on the ship. You stood one last time together in the garden, a sad chuckle leaving your lips as you wiped away the single tear that slipped down Portal's cheek. His gaze filled with a bittersweet mix of longing and hope.

"Go and fulfill your destiny, my little barbarian" he whispered, his voice filled with a wistful acceptance.

You shared one last embrace, your bodies clinging to each other, reluctant to let go. Portal's head leaned down, nuzzling against your cheek, his silent reassurance bringing tears to your eyes. With a heavy heart, you stepped away from him and slowly dematerialised while being beamed onto the ship.

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Fifteen years passed, many missions completed, new friendships forged and yet, Portal remained in your thoughts, his presence lingering like a ghost. You wondered if he still waited, ever faithful, for your return, as you stood in the elevator. You had left the Enterprise and its crew, longing for a more quiet life while exploring the mysteries of space. Today was your first day as lieutenant commander of the science division aboard the USS Resolute.

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Mamatbdc?

mamatbdc is the sequel to pltc!!! It stands for memories and misadventures at the beach dune cafe and for some reason, I now call it “mamba” in my head. basically, the Pogues split up after high school and then all end up back on Kildare island a few years later. they have... quite a bit to talk about and a lot of margaritas to drink, lol.

here’s a little snippet:

After the HMS Pogue officially shits the bed, JJ declares they are going to find Kiara a new margarita place. They toast to Bobby’s, and then begin the arduous process of drinking every margarita available on Kildare. They start out at The Champagne Ship, a glitzy bar that overlooks the water on Figure Eight. Kiara is wary when the bartender doesn’t ask if she wants salt on the rim, and completely loses hope when he brings over the dinkiest little cup she’s ever seen. Bobby’s used to sell margaritas in fucking goblets, large enough to keep Kiara preoccupied for most of the night. This small cup of tequila and lime is not enough to please her, nor is it worthy of the twenty dollar price tag. Kiara complains about it loudly after her third glass, while JJ alternates laughing and trying to shut her up.

ask me about my wip docs!

#obx #pltc #mamatbdc #I think this is the first time I’ve mentioned the title of the sequel #to anyone #so surprise i guess lol #reading my fics were the characters are old enough to legally drink is really telling of my drinking preferences #gin and tonics and margaritas and french 75s #who would have guessed #also the memories and misadventures part is tentative #Ive changed those two words about a hundred times #it's gonna be m and m either way lol so mamatbdc it is!

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐋 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐢𝐢.

⊹ pairing: morpheus x reader, corinthian x reader if you squint

⊹ summary: you reunite with an old enemy and an even older friend, the corinthian, and confront him about his betrayal to morpheus, and more importantly, to you

⊹ tags: unexpected hints of a love triangle (more like a love V since there's no third line), contains more corinthian than morpheus in this part

⊹ warnings: violence, spoiler for 1.09

⊹ word count: 3492 (an absolute menace)

⊹ previous part: part ii

⊹ up next: part iv → coming soon

⊹ now playing: run boy run by woodkid

𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚛𝚞𝚗! 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚛𝚞𝚗! 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞

The basement is cold and empty.

You shiver as you walk quietly through the hall. The years have taught you how to step lightly as if you were gliding on the marble rather than stepping.

Even though there was no logical reasoning that bound the Corinthian and you, you can still feel his presence. He was somewhere on the floor, getting closer and closer with each step you take even though your not working purposefully in a directions. You can feel him waiting for you to find him. To come to him — ironic, considering it’s been him chasing you all this time.

You don’t know what will happen when you see each other again. Will he hurt you? Try to claim the very bounty he set on your head? Has he finally gotten tired of your cat-and-mouse game?

Your thoughts are put to a pause when Jed Walker appears ahead, just a few doors from where you’re standing. You whisper his name but it goes unheard as he pushes open a set of doors and steps through, disappearing from your view. You still don’t know what the Corinthian could want with two young mortals, but given his track record, you don’t trust him with them. If saving them means your game has to continue, then very well.

“Jed!” you whisper louder. You hurry after the boy, slipping through the doors just before they close and nearly bumping into him.

The room isn’t empty. In fact, there are four—technically, three—other people in the room. A dead mortal, two killers, and in the centre of it all, the Corinthian himself.

The Corinthian smiles at you.

You push Jed behind you. He grips onto the back of your shirt, trembling in fear as you and him both look at the Corinthian and the man being stabbed to death behind him.

Even with those dark shades on, you know the Corinthian is looking at you. You can feel his stare burning into you, taking in every inch of you greedily. It has been a century since he last saw you, after all. An entire century since he stopped you from entering the basement of Rodrick Burgess and freeing your husband and his maker, and instead put a bounty on your head.

“Hello, my lady,” the Corinthian says, his honey-like drawl drawing shivers from you. He takes a step towards you, and you take three back. “I’ve missed you.”

He hasn’t changed much since the last time you saw him—nearly a hundred years ago. He still insists on indulging his materialistic side—something he got from Morpheus’ tendency to spoil you, probably—by wearing high-end suits. His golden hair is still the same length, though he no longer wears his hat. And he still wears those damn shades that covers his eyes—eyes that Morpheus spent days crafting specially for him.

You shove Jed further back, and the boy thankfully takes the hint and bolts. You stay.

“Who’s she?” one of the killers, a woman with straight hair, asks.

“She’s mine,” the Corinthian says dismissively. “Just continue with him.”

The woman looks at you before shrugging. She raises her hand to resume stabbing the man.

“Both of you, stop,” you command, and the two behind him immediately stop. Not just their arm, but every muscle in their body has frozen in compliance with your order. Even their hearts have frozen, and though you’re sure they’re feeling terrified, their bodies can’t show it because of what you’ve done to them with a single spoken word.

“All these years, and you still can’t control it, can you?” the Corinthian says. Though he sounds slightly disappointed, he keeps his tone light, as if remarking that it was raining when it should have been sunny. The casualness in his voice enrages you.

He’d always been a nightmare, but the last time you saw him, he had also been your friend. Not the maker-and-created relationship he has with Morpheus, but a friend. You hadn’t been surprised he’d want to keep Morpheus trapped and stop you, but you hadn’t expected for him to put that bounty on your head and reveal Morpheus’ and your’s, secret. To Morpheus, it was an act of defiance. To you, it was an act of betrayal.

“Corinthian."

His features softens slightly at the name you chose and gave to him. “My lady.”

“What have you done?”

“I inspired people, just like you said I would be able to.”

You flinch, as he’s spat your words back at you verbatim. You and him had been walking through the Dreaming once, your arm linked around his. It had been after your wedding to Morpheus but before the power transference ceremony. The Corinthian had asked what your intention was for him, as while it had been Morpheus who crafted him for you, you had decided his purpose. Even Morpheus had been surprised that you would choose to craft a nightmare rather than a dream, but you defended the Corinthian by saying nightmares had just as much power influencing a person and their decisions as much as dreams did.

“Confronting one’s fears challenges a person, but when they emerge, they come out stronger and firmer in their beliefs,” you had told him. “That’s what I want you to be. To be a mirror for humanity’s darkest self so they would choose to be better.”

He had smiled down at you in response, and dipped his head in a small bow. You tightened your grip on him as you resumed your walk, the sun warm down on both of you—so different from the cold that filled the air between the two of you now.

“I wanted you to inspire others to be good, Corinthian. Not…this.”

“I’m letting them be their true selves.”

“You’ve taught them to be selfish and cruel.”

He tilts his head before taking a step forward. You take another three back until you hit the door. But you don’t run. Not yet.

“Are you disappointed in me, my lady?” he asks lowly.

You toss your nametag to his feet in response. Of all his atrocities to you, that was the worst. “You made me that,” you spit out. Lady of Whispers. The name he gave you. He was the one who blew on the flames and built your reputation when he knew that you never meant to hurt anyone. It was his fault that people feared you, when you had been the complete opposite in the Dreaming.

“I gave you a name of your own,” he says through gritted teeth. “Something for people to know you by other than being someone’s wife.”

There is truth behind his words. People still knew you as Lady of the Dreaming, but now they feared you for you, and not because of Morpheus solely.

The two killers behind him fall to the ground, dead. Death was always the only one able to put a stop to your powers.

The Corinthian bends down to pick you your name. As he does, you seize his distracted nature and run, going after Jed wherever he is. As the doors swing shut behind you, you hear the Corinthian’s throaty chuckle, the sound raising bumps all over your arms.

You sprint up the stairs rather than wait for the elevator.

Floor after floor, you search the halls, hissing out Jed’s name. By the fifth floor, you’re breathing heavily. By the eight, there’s a sharp cramp in your side. On the tenth, you’re forced to stop against a wall to catch your breath. As you will the fire in your lungs to go away, you remember the key in your back pocket. The room reserved for you is on this floor. It’s a completely irrelevant point, but you can’t help but wonder what you would find if you entered that room: one bed or two.

A girl walks past you, her head tilted upwards to the room numbers. You stare after her in surprise, recognizing her from the picture you’re carrying.

“Rose Walker?” you ask.

She turns to you. She blinks, and you see the recognition flare in her eyes. “I know you, don’t I?” she says thoughtfully. “I think I’ve seen you in my dreams.”

That wasn’t possible. Mortals already rarely remembered the full extent of their dreams. They rarely remembered Morpheus being by their side as they went through the Dreaming, you even more, talking to them and guiding them through. The most they remembered was the warmth of your presence.

“Y/N,” she says. “You’re Dream’s wife.”

You stop. “How do you know who I am?”

“He told me I’d know who you were.”

“My husband?” You step closer. “He’s spoken with you? Is he here? Is he alright? What did he say?”

“He told me to tell you something.”

“What is it?” you ask insistently, the desperation clear in your voice. Was it an explanation for why he isn’t here? Anger or hurt? Understanding?

“He told me to tell you that I’m a vortex,” Rose says.

You freeze and stare at Rose. It takes a few seconds for the pieces to click—why your husband would want her to tell you that apart from everything else. But when it does click, your shoulders relax and you smile at her. Of course he’d have her tell you that. You never would have figured it out on your own.

“Why would he tell me to tell you that?” Rose asks. “Does it mean something special to you?”

Of course you pity her for what has to be done, but you’re also relieved that you’re almost done. But before you can give her an answer—a partial truth to not be so cruel—someone calls her name.

You both look down the hall and see Jed Walker standing there. Rose breaks into a smile, forgetting you, and hugs Jed tightly. You recognize the man behind Jed, Fun Land, who’s too busy looking at him like prey. He moves forward and starts to tug Jed from Rose, who screams at him and you for help.

You rush forwards and slam your elbow down on Fun Land’s neck, hitting a nerve that sends him crumpling to his knees.

“Run, Rose!” you bark at her, and though her eyes don’t turn gold, she does as you command anyway.The three of you sprint down the hallway, only to be forced to a stop as you reach a locked green door. You try to kick it down, but the lock is thick and made of metal. As Rose and Jed begin to knock on it desperately, shouting for help, you think about who you’d call for help—Morpheus. But he isn’t here. At least, not yet. And you couldn’t let someone like Fun Land appease the appetite that the Corinthian had inspired in him.

“Cover his ears,” you command Rose. As Fun Land reaches you, you shove the kids behind you, using your body as a protective shield.

“Stop,” you command. Gold fills his eyes, swirling in his irises like sand. Fun Land halts a few step from you, standing completely still and waiting for more instruction. “See yourself for who you really are.”

Immediately, he flinches and recoils into himself. He starts to whimper and seek forgiveness from Jed and Rose and every other unfortunate child he’d collected that would not and should not ever be given to him.

“What are you doing to him?” Rose whispers.

“Exactly what I said,” you say coldly. If the Corinthian inspired them to be who they really are, then let them see just that. He would see the monster he is.

Fun Land’s whimpers begin to turn into screams as he slaps his hands over his eyes to hide the world. Because that isn’t enough, he digs his fingers into them, the squelch as he hits his eyeballs echoing in the hall despite Rose’s horrified gasp and Jed’s cries. You only continue to stare, true, merciless and just, just as the Lady of Dreaming should be.

Fun Land’s cries are cut off when he suddenly drops dead. His body falls to the floor, a dagger protruding from the back of his head. Standing behind where he one stood, is the Corinthian.

“What a waste of a snack,” he says with a tut of his tongue. He licks his lips. “But my lady. We haven’t finished our conversation. Shall we?”

The Corinthian tosses your nametag to you. Out of instinct, you catch it.

“I did not make you this way,” the Corinthian says. “Dream did. If there’s anyone to blame for your talent, your gift, it’s him. He made you this way, just as he made me this way.” He takes a step towards you. “This is who we are, and if you would just stop running for one second and look in the mirror and see how much better you are in this form—with your powers and without him—you would be a lot happier.”

“With you?”

The Corinthian looks taken aback. “What?”

“Do you think I would be happier with you than with my husband?”

If Morpheus made him, then perhaps he had put his affection for you in the Corinthian as well. Perhaps that was why the Cortinthian insisted the bounty be for you to be taken alive, and why you had never been able to use your powers to stop him. You’ve always known those emotions were there, even if it went unsaid by you or him. Even before Morpheus’ capture, the Corinthian’s affection for you had always been soft, gentle. Lingering touches on your arm, laughing a little too loud at your jokes, his gaze on you longer than a friend’s should. But you always ignored it, as you never saw him in the way you saw your husband. You loved the part of him that was Morpheus,, but you could not love him completely. You could never.

“I did them for you,” the Corinthian insists. “Inspired them for you. They worship you, just as everyone should. Dream never let the others see your beauty and talent, but I did. I let them see you as you really were and they adored you. Because of me, you are loved.”

His words and the veneration in his tone—something you wish he was faking but can tell is genuine—struck you into silence. He’s standing before you now, one hand brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His movement is gentle. A caress.

“My lady,” he says quietly, his voice deep and thick with emotion. “I have missed you.”

Was it possible that he was right? That he loved you in a way Morpheus loved you differently? In a way you should be loved? Whereas Morpheus hid you from the world to protect you, the Corinthian showed you to the world and gave the world a reason to fear you—your own protection. Was he right?

He’s about to brush your cheek with the pad of his thumb when you grab his wrist tightly; painfully. A stark contrast against his touch.

Through his shades, your eyes meet. “Don’t. Touch. Me.”

Though you don’t see his eyes, you know they fill gold as the effects of your powers take control. The Corinthian yanks his hand back like you were the surface of a hot stove. He tries to slap you, but his hand stops inches from your cheek and he cries out in pain as his other hand grabs his wrist and pulls it away forcefully. He stares at his hand in repulsion, then up at you in anger, and just like that you know that whatever emotions he has for you is gone. The Corinthian had rebelled against Morpheus so he would not be under his maker’s will, and now you had just forced him under yours.

His lips curl into a nasty smile. He directs his attention to Rose, who’s been watching with fearful eyes this whole time.

“You don’t think she’s going to protect you, now do you, Rose Walker?” the Corinthian says, his tone sickly sweet and charming. “Do you know who she is?”

“Dream’s wife,” Rose says hesitantly.

“Oh, she’s so much more than that. She’s one of his tools.”

“His tools?”

“Dream is known for three of his tools: his pouch of sand, his helm, and his ruby. But what’s lesser known is his fourth tool: his wife. While the first three were crafted, his fourth was given to a mortal that he fell in love with.”

“Enough,” you snap, but the Corinthian doesn’t listen.

“The ceremony was beautiful. A slice from his palm to draw blood, which he placed on top of hers so that his blood may enter her veins. In his blood was his power. When the blood had dried, it was done. She had been remade into one of his tools, and like his other tools, she has powers. Did you see what she did to Fun Land?”

“She told him to stop,” Rose says slowly. You can hear her piecing it together, and as you turn to her, you see the growing fear and apprehension in her eyes. “You told me to cover Jed’s ears…it’s because you didn’t want him to hear what you would say. Your order. Is that your power? You can tell people what to do?”

“The proper term is she inspires,” the Corinthian said.

You aren’t blind. You’ve seen the slow, small steps he’s taken to Rose, as if he’s offering her his protection. And you can see how Rose has been leaning away from you and towards him too. He’s always been good with words. That he got from you.

“Dream stored inspiration in her,” he says. “The ceremony turned her into the physical manifestation of inspiration; of the aspect of our thoughts and dreams that incline us to do something.”

Rose looks at you, perhaps waiting for you to say he was lying or there was more to the truth, but you don’t say anything. You can’t.

“Dream’s coming to kill you, Rose Walker,” the Corinthian whispers in her ear.

“What? Why?”

“Because you’re the vortex.” He turns to you. “And as Dream’s tool and his wife, she’s going to kill you too if she can.”

There’s betrayal in her eyes towards you as she tugs Jed closer to her. And fear. That’s what’s in her eyes. That’s how everyone’s looked at you in the past century.

“Is he telling the truth?” she asks. “You’re both going to kill me?”

“You have to die, Rose,” you say, void of emotion. “For everyone. For your brother’s safety. You are the vortex.”

“Is that why he had me tell you that I was one? So you could finish the job if he couldn’t?”

Perhaps it was one of the reasons he told her that, a sign that he still had trust in you. But you knew the main reason he had her tell you that was to reassure you that he still loved you and was coming for you. As the vortex, Morpheus had to come for her. His message—the unspoken words behind it—was to tell you to stay close to Rose Walker so that he could find you.

In other words, he was asking you to wait for him.

“I’m sorry, Rose,” you say softly. Behind your back, you reach for the hilt of your dagger. Morpheus will find another way to get to you. But he won’t be able to do that if the Corinthian has Rose.

But before you can grab onto it, the Corinthian moves. He’s a blur of speed and strength, and you’re soon slammed against the wall with a syringe sticking out of your neck. You gasp and dig your nails into his wrist, hard enough to draw blood, but it’s too late. When he pulls the syringe out, it’s empty. The liquid burns through your veins and dulls everything immediately, and you go slump against his body as he brushes your hair out of your face.

“He’ll come for me,” you mumble.

“Oh, I’m counting on it, sweet thing,” the Corinthian murmurs. He grips your chin with his thumb and points and points your face towards him. “What do you think the reward for the bounty is?”

Your eyes widen in horror. The Corinthian smiles and nods.

“Dream, your husband who’d do anything to get you back. Well. Let’s see just how much he means that, shall we? When you get home, why don’t you tell your husband that I’m waiting for him?”

You try to push away from him, but you’re too weak. Soon, you can’t feel your limbs. Then, you begin to drift. For the first time in a long time, you’re falling asleep and entering the Dreaming. But before you do, you feel the Corinthian press his lips against your forehead. His words are the last you hear.

“I’m sorry, my lady.”

ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ…

Morpheus walks slowly towards the Corinthian, the weight of his footsteps and anger to be felt by all as the world tremors. Across the waking world, dreamers encounter nightmares that haven’t been seen since the Morpheus was first captured. They stir and cry out in their sleep, unable to wake and escape the monsters. Some wake up and find that the monsters have followed them into the waking world.

They all scream.

But in the hotel, where the cult of serial killers are asleep in their seats, it is only the King of Dreams and Nightmares and the Corinthian.

“Where is she?” Morpheus asks eerily calm. His voice is deep and dangerous; wrath being barely restrained from being unleashed on the Corinthian.

The Corinthian smiles. “You can feel her, can’t you? Feel her strength? Or shall I say, her strength diminishing?”

“What have you done, Corinthian?”

“I want to kill you, Dream. And what easier way to kill you, than to kill your wife.”

ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ…

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀? 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝗂'𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁. 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖼��𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌??? 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂'𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽??? 𝗐𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇.

𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗒. 𝗂'𝗆 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗂'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 (𝗅𝗈𝗐-𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝖼) 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾'𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍!

𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗋, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌: 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

╰┈➤ 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵!

╰┈➤ 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘧!

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How Did you come up with the first eve in the story about adams wives? I haven’t been able to find anything about her after I read it and I want to know if she’s an actual biblical character or just someone you made

She's from the Midrash. I learned about her as a 12 year old, from my barmitzvah teacher. There was a point in there, long after I'd put her into Sandman, where I was starting to think I'd imagined her, when I ran across her in Robert Graves's Hebrew Myths....

Excerpt from: The Hebrew Myths by Robert Graves and Raphael Patai (New York: Doubleday, 1964), pp 65-69

Chapter 10: Adam's Helpmeets

(a) Having decided to give Adam a helpmeet lest he should be alone of his kind, God put him into a deep sleep, removed one of his ribs, formed it into a woman, and closed up the wound, Adam awoke and said: 'This being shall be named "Woman", because she has been taken out of man. A man and a woman shall be one flesh.' The title he gave her was Eve, 'the Mother of All Living''. [1]

(b) Some say that God created man and woman in His own image on the Sixth Day, giving them charge over the world; [2] but that Eve did not yet exist. Now, God had set Adam to name every beast, bird and other living thing. When they passed before him in pairs, male and female, Adam-being already like a twenty-year-old man-felt jealous of their loves, and though he tried coupling with each female in turn, found no satisfaction in the act. He therefore cried: 'Every creature but I has a proper mate', and prayed God would remedy this injustice. [3]

(c) God then formed Lilith, the first woman, just as He had formed Adam, except that He used filth and sediment instead of pure dust. From Adam's union with this demoness, and with another like her named Naamah, Tubal Cain's sister, sprang Asmodeus and innumerable demons that still plague mankind. Many generations later, Lilith and Naamah came to Solomon's judgement seat, disguised as harlots of Jerusalem'. [4]

(d) Adam and Lilith never found peace together; for when he wished to lie with her, she took offence at the recumbent posture he demanded. 'Why must I lie beneath you?' she asked. 'I also was made from dust, and am therefore your equal.' Because Adam tried to compel her obedience by force, Lilith, in a rage, uttered the magic name of God, rose into the air and left him.

Adam complained to God: 'I have been deserted by my helpmeet' God at once sent the angels Senoy, Sansenoy and Semangelof to fetch Lilith back. They found her beside the Red Sea, a region abounding in lascivious demons, to whom she bore lilim at the rate of more than one hundred a day. 'Return to Adam without delay,' the angels said, `or we will drown you!' Lilith asked: `How can I return to Adam and live like an honest housewife, after my stay beside the Red Sea?? 'It will be death to refuse!' they answered. `How can I die,' Lilith asked again, `when God has ordered me to take charge of all newborn children: boys up to the eighth day of life, that of circumcision; girls up to the twentieth day. None the less, if ever I see your three names or likenesses displayed in an amulet above a newborn child, I promise to spare it.' To this they agreed; but God punished Lilith by making one hundred of her demon children perish daily; [5] and if she could not destroy a human infant, because of the angelic amulet, she would spitefully turn against her own. [6]

(e) Some say that Lilith ruled as queen in Zmargad, and again in Sheba; and was the demoness who destroyed job's sons. [7] Yet she escaped the curse of death which overtook Adam, since they had parted long before the Fall. Lilith and Naamah not only strangle infants but also seduce dreaming men, any one of whom, sleeping alone, may become their victim. [8]

(f) Undismayed by His failure to give Adam a suitable helpmeet, God tried again, and let him watch while he built up a woman's anatomy: using bones, tissues, muscles, blood and glandular secretions, then covering the whole with skin and adding tufts of hair in places. The sight caused Adam such disgust that even when this woman, the First Eve, stood there in her full beauty, he felt an invincible repugnance. God knew that He had failed once more, and took the First Eve away. Where she went, nobody knows for certain. [9]

(g) God tried a third time, and acted more circumspectly. Having taken a rib from Adam's side in his sleep, He formed it into a woman; then plaited her hair and adorned her, like a bride, with twenty-four pieces of jewellery, before waking him. Adam was entranced. [10]

(h) Some say that God created Eve not from Adam's rib, but from a tail ending in a sting which had been part of his body. God cut this off, and the stump-now a useless coccyx-is still carried by Adam's descendants. [11]

(i) Others say that God's original thought had been to create two human beings, male and female; but instead He designed a single one with a male face looking forward, and a female face looking back. Again He changed His mind, removed Adam's backward-looking face, and built a woman's body for it. [12]

(j) Still others hold that Adam was originally created as an androgyne of male and female bodies joined back to back. Since this posture made locomotion difficult, and conversation awkward, God divided the androgyne and gave each half a new rear. These separate beings He placed in Eden, forbidding them to couple. [13]

Notes on sources:

1. Genesis II. 18-25; III. 20.

2. Genesis I. 26-28.

3. Gen. Rab. 17.4; B. Yebamot 632.

4. Yalqut Reubeni ad. Gen. II. 21; IV. 8.

5. Alpha Beta diBen Sira, 47; Gaster, MGWJ, 29 (1880), 553 ff.

6. Num. Rab. 16.25.

7. Targum ad job 1. 15.

8. B. Shabbat 151b; Ginzberg, LJ, V. 147-48.

9. Gen. Rab. 158, 163-64; Mid. Abkir 133, 135; Abot diR. Nathan 24; B. Sanhedrin 39a.

10. Gen. II. 21-22; Gen. Rab. 161.

11. Gen. Rab. 134; B. Erubin 18a.

12. B. Erubin 18a.

13. Gen. Rab. 55; Lev. Rab. 14.1: Abot diR. Nathan 1.8; B. Berakhot 61a; B. Erubin 18a; Tanhuma Tazri'a 1; Yalchut Gen. 20; Tanh. Buber iii.33; Mid. Tehillim 139, 529.

Authors’ Comments on the Myth:

1. The tradition that man's first sexual intercourse was with animals, not women, may be due to the widely spread practice of bestiality among herdsmen of the Middle East, which is still condoned by custom, although figuring three times in the Pentateuch as a capital crime. In the Akkadian Gilgamesh Epic, Enkidu is said to have lived with gazelles and jostled other wild beasts at the watering place, until civilized by Aruru's priestess. Having enjoyed her embraces for six days and seven nights, he wished to rejoin the wild beasts but, to his surprise, they fled from him. Enkidu then knew that he had gained understanding, and the priestess said: 'Thou art wise, Enkidu, like unto a godl'

2. Primeval man was held by the Babylonians to have been androgynous. Thus the Gilgamesh Epic gives Enkidu androgynous features: `the hair of his head like a woman's, with locks that sprout like those of Nisaba, the Grain-goddess.' The Hebrew tradition evidently derives from Greek sources, because both terms used in a Tannaitic midrash to describe the bisexual Adam are Greek: androgynos, 'man-woman', and diprosopon, 'twofaced'. Philo of Alexandria, the Hellenistic philosopher and commentator on the Bible, contemporary with Jesus, held that man was at first bisexual; so did the Gnostics. This belief is clearly borrowed from Plato. Yet the myth of two bodies placed back to back may well have been founded on observation of Siamese twins, which are sometimes joined in this awkward manner. The two-faced Adam appears to be a fancy derived from coins or statues of Janus, the Roman New Year god.

3. Divergences between the Creation myths of Genesis r and n, which allow Lilith to be presumed as Adam's first mate, result from a careless weaving together of an early Judaean and a late priestly tradition. The older version contains the rib incident. Lilith typifies the Anath-worshipping Canaanite women, who were permitted pre-nuptial promiscuity. Time after time the prophets denounced Israelite women for following Canaanite practices; at first, apparently, with the priests' approval-since their habit of dedicating to God the fees thus earned is expressly forbidden in Deuteronomy xxIII. I8. Lilith's flight to the Red Sea recalls the ancient Hebrew view that water attracts demons. 'Tortured and rebellious demons' also found safe harbourage in Egypt. Thus Asmodeus, who had strangled Sarah's first six husbands, fled 'to the uttermost parts of Egypt' (Tobit viii. 3), when Tobias burned the heart and liver of a fish on their wedding night.

4. Lilith's bargain with the angels has its ritual counterpart in an apotropaic rite once performed in many Jewish communities. To protect the newborn child against Lilith-and especially a male, until he could be permanently safeguarded by circumcision-a ring was drawn with natron, or charcoal, on the wall of the birthroom, and inside it were written the words: 'Adam and Eve. Out, Lilith!' Also the names Senoy, Sansenoy and Semangelof (meanings uncertain) were inscribed on the door. If Lilith nevertheless succeeded in approaching the child and fondling him, he would laugh in his sleep. To avert danger, it was held wise to strike the sleeping child's lips with one finger-whereupon Lilith would vanish.

5. 'Lilith' is usually derived from the Babylonian-Assyrian word lilitu, ,a female demon, or wind-spirit'-one of a triad mentioned in Babylonian spells. But she appears earlier as 'Lillake' on a 2000 B.G. Sumerian tablet from Ur containing the tale of Gilgamesh and the Willow Tree. There she is a demoness dwelling in the trunk of a willow-tree tended by the Goddess Inanna (Anath) on the banks of the Euphrates. Popular Hebrew etymology seems to have derived 'Lilith' from layil, 'night'; and she therefore often appears as a hairy night-monster, as she also does in Arabian folklore. Solomon suspected the Queen of Sheba of being Lilith, because she had hairy legs. His judgement on the two harlots is recorded in I Kings III. 16 ff. According to Isaiah xxxiv. I4-I5, Lilith dwells among the desolate ruins in the Edomite Desert where satyrs (se'ir), reems, pelicans, owls, jackals, ostriches, arrow-snakes and kites keep her company.

6. Lilith's children are called lilim. In the Targum Yerushalmi, the priestly blessing of Numbers vi. 26 becomes: 'The Lord bless thee in all thy doings, and preserve thee from the Lilim!' The fourth-century A.D. commentator Hieronymus identified Lilith with the Greek Lamia, a Libyan queen deserted by Zeus, whom his wife Hera robbed of her children. She took revenge by robbing other women of theirs.

7. The Lamiae, who seduced sleeping men, sucked their blood and ate their flesh, as Lilith and her fellow-demonesses did, were also known as Empusae, 'forcers-in'; or Mormolyceia, 'frightening wolves'; and described as 'Children of Hecate'. A Hellenistic relief shows a naked Lamia straddling a traveller asleep on his back. It is characteristic of civilizations where women are treated as chattels that they must adopt the recumbent posture during intercourse, which Lilith refused. That Greek witches who worshipped Hecate favoured the superior posture, we know from Apuleius; and it occurs in early Sumerian representations of the sexual act, though not in the Hittite. Malinowski writes that Melanesian girls ridicule what they call `the missionary position', which demands that they should lie passive and recumbent.

8. Naamah, 'pleasant', is explained as meaning that 'the demoness sang pleasant songs to idols'. Zmargad suggest smaragdos, the semi-precious aquamarine; and may therefore be her submarine dwelling. A demon named Smaragos occurs in the Homeric Epigrams.

9. Eve's creation by God from Adam's rib-a myth establishing male supremacy and disguising Eve's divinity-lacks parallels in Mediterranean or early Middle-Eastern myth. The story perhaps derives iconotropically from an ancient relief, or painting, which showed the naked Goddess Anath poised in the air, watching her lover Mot murder his twin Aliyan; Mot (mistaken by the mythographer for Yahweh) was driving a curved dagger under Aliyan's fifth rib, not removing a sixth one. The familiar story is helped by a hidden pun on tsela, the Hebrew for 'rib': Eve, though designed to be Adam's helpmeet, proved to be a tsela, a 'stumbling', or 'misfortune'. Eve's formation from Adam's tail is an even more damaging myth; perhaps suggested by the birth of a child with a vestigial tail instead of a coccyx-a not infrequent occurrence.

10. The story of Lilith's escape to the East and of Adam's subsequent marriage to Eve may, however, record an early historical incident: nomad herdsmen, admitted into Lilith's Canaanite queendom as guests (see 16. 1), suddenly seize power and, when the royal household thereupon flees, occupy a second queendom which owes allegiance to the Hittite Goddess Heba.

The meaning of 'Eve' is disputed. Hawwah is explained in Genesis III. 20 as 'mother of all living'; but this may well be a Hebraicized form of the divine name Heba, Hebat, Khebat or Khiba. This goddess, wife of the Hittite Storm-god, is shown riding a lion in a rock-sculpture at Hattusaswhich equates her with Anath-and appears as a form of Ishtar in Hurrian texts. She was worshipped at Jerusalem (see 27. 6). Her Greek name was Hebe, Heracles's goddess-wife.

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VOICELINES: HELIOS

HELLO: I am naught but a travelling priest. Please, pay me no mind.

CHAT: PRIESTHOOD: I do not belong to any particular sect or organization, our views do not align. That anyone could alter Their word for profit, that anyone would follow that blasphemy. No, I refuse.

CHAT: KNOWLEDGE: Many of the texts I preach have been lost to the ages, I doubt even The Seven would know them all. Humanity's proclivity for picking and choosing... How do I know of them? You don't think I'd make this up, do you?

CHAT: AGE: Perhaps my face is too young, it seems wherever I go, I'm seen as some young upstart. How old am I? Haha... that's a rather rude question. Well, I'm as old as my worship, how is that for an answer?

ABOUT HELIOS: Must you insist? Very well. My name is Helios, just Helios.

ABOUT CRYAS: I know a meddlesome child, always causing problems for me. I've told his Mother many a time of his misbehavior, yet they insist he is a good child. To them, and no one else, maybe.

ABOUT CYRES: Hmm, perhaps I should bring something back for him. Who, you ask? Perhaps the only agreeable sort I've dealt with in my work— not including my master, of course.

ABOUT DARLING: WORSHIP: I worship and revere only one, I believe you understand who that is.

ABOUT DARLING: LOSS: I never thought I would be the one to see Them close their eyes for the last time. I never thought I... that I could ever outlive Them. And yet, that day... I still struggle to comprehend it.

SOMETHING TO SHARE: The world changes unexpectedly; every time I think Teyvat will settle into a peaceful lull, something new happens. Especially those two...

INTERESTING THINGS: Did you know there have been exactly one-thousand-three-hundred-and-twelve attempted revisions to the Divine One's teachings since Teyvat founded their church? Of course, I wouldn't allow such a thing.

MORE ABOUT HELIOS: I would be happier to know more about you. I hear you have many stories to tell.

MORE ABOUT HELIOS II: I make it my life's work to record the truth of Teyvat's history, so that if, one day, the Divine One were ever to return to us, they will know the truth of this world's history.

MORE ABOUT HELIOS III: In truth, I am not a being of this world. I came to inhabit it long before the rise of civilization. I'm not quite sure why I've stayed... Perhaps I'm simply incapable of moving forward.

MORE ABOUT HELIOS IV: I met the Divine One as no more than a mere mortal, and yet, they saw potential in me. They offered me the chance to explore the stars and beyond. I will never forget that.

MORE ABOUT HELIOS V: Allow me to reintroduce myself: I am Helios, Hand of the All-Creator, Grand Librarian of the Akashic Records, and eternal follower of Their Divinity.

HELIOS' HOBBIES: I spend my days reading through texts and keeping record of all additions and changes anyone attempts to make. I have created copies of every text since the dawn of written language, in multiple languages to cross-reference.

HELIOS' TROUBLES: Those two troublemakers seem insistent that my master will return one day. But, I've already come to terms with it. "Everything with a beginning must have an ending," that is what They told me.

#slimegod.oc #helios #sagau #my boy <3 #this is an official apology to Cryas for taking so long on his lines but he's being DIFFICULT #cult genshin au

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giorno-plays-piano · 3 years ago

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Vicious

Part V

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, all characters are adults, mildly dubious kissing.

Words: 1414.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

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"What's on your mind?" Thor asked you casually, but you could see he was a little concerned with you constantly clenching your phone in case Loki would write something more.

You knew he wouldn't want to talk about yesterday's incident again, so you simply laughed it off and said something about exams coming closer. Naturally, Thor didn't believe you, but he left you to your thoughts.

You wondered if it were Bucky who really beaten those guys to the point they had to be taken by an ambulance. Technically, both Steve and Thor could do it too, considering their physic, but Steve would hardly risk it, caring about his reputation too much, and Thor had neither scratches nor any other marks on his hands, and it would be impossible if he was fighting.

That is, if only both of them didn't ask their friends to do their job for them. You could easily imagine Steve looking at others beating those delinquents.

Shit, it was getting really scary. You wondered if it was better to leave things as they were rather than ask someone for help.

Anyway, at least now you felt relatively safe: although you still didn't know a lot about Thor, you'd rather believe he was a just a guy who loved sports, hanging out with his friends, and skipping half of his classes "because studying sucks". He was from an average family, a catholic, and didn't seem to have any dangerous hobbies apart from doing some boxing when he was younger. Overall, just your regular team captain. You hoped there was nothing more to it.

Since Thor was having his usual training in academy’s sports hall, he asked if you'd prefer to stay there instead of returning to the dorm. Since the locks would only be changed an hour later, you decided it was better to stay with him: surely, no one would do anything to you in the presence of a whole basketball team?

When the two of you showed up in the sports hall, the other players met you with somewhat ambiguous smiles, nudging each other and acting like idiots around you. Thor had definitely told them about his new girlfriend, and you felt very awkward.

"Stop harassing her! She's shy, don't you see?" He flicked them off jokingly, telling you to go sit on a bench and then disappearing in the men's room along with the other guys who, apparently, wanted all the juicy details about your relationships.

You hoped he had a good story to tell because you didn't think of one, actually. Damn, you needed to make up something for each of the guys to make it look genuine for the others. Why didn't you think of it earlier?

As a result, you didn’t spend the time studying on a bench while the guys played, your thoughts constantly waving off to how you could meet Thor without making it suspicious for his friends. He seemed to be constantly surrounded by them, so it was no easy task, and you were mad at yourself for not inventing a story earlier. You should have spoken to Steve about it when you had a chance.

From time to time being distracted by guys' loud voices, you smiled at Thor and did your best to pretend you wanted to watch him play. At any other time it would be really cool - the man looked like a god in his basketball uniform - but now your mind was too preoccupied with other things for you to pay real attention to the game. When they finished, it had already been dark outside, and you were waiting for Thor to take a shower and change impatiently.

"Did you like it?" He asked you with a huge smile on his face, and you felt guilty, chewing your lips.

"Of course. You guys play like pros." Turning away so he wouldn't see your face, you made yourself sound cheerful. "I know nothing of basketball, but I'm sure the game next month gonna be awesome."

"I promise you gonna like it! I'll give you my t-shirt with our team's emblem, you'll have so much fun!"

Excited, he started talking again, and you felt slightly better he didn't mind you not really paying attention to the training today. Thor was very easy to talk to, and you were relieved, not having to focus on all this madness again.

But the closer you were to the dorm, the darker your thoughts were. Tomorrow you were going to be handed over to Peter, a guy who Steve said was once blackmailing somebody, and the thought made you feel nauseated. Was it really true? How could Steve ask a blackmailer for help? How could he trust him? Or did he say that just because he didn't like Peter and didn't want you to trust him? You’d prefer it was the latter. Anyway, how did Steve learn about the whole blackmail thing? No, he probably invented all of it himself just to scare you because he clearly didn’t like Peter.

"Thor, can I ask you a question?" You muttered, still unsure if you should talk about it.

"Yeah?"

"I've heard Peter was blackmailing someone. Is it true?"

You could see the guy was taken aback as if he had never head anything like that before. Shit, it was a mistake to ask him.

"That's bullshit, I'm sure. Peter's a good kid." Furrowing his brows, Thor looked at you like he couldn't believe you'd ask him something like that. "Is it Loki telling you this? Man, I love him, but he's paranoid, don't listen to the things he says."

"Oh, you know Loki?" You sent him a surprised look.

"Yeah, we're distant relatives. He was my best friend when we were kids."

Getting silent, he kept walking, looking at the road, his face concerned, but you didn't dare disturbing him. What was he thinking of you now? You hoped he knew you were just very nervous about all this, knowing so little about the guys who decided to help you out. You just wished Thor wouldn’t think you were ungrateful, but, apparently, now he did.

If Peter really didn't do anything, you probably looked awful in Thor's eyes, and it made you mad at yourself. How could you screw it up with someone as friendly as Thor?

"I'm sorry for saying something like that. I just... don't really know you guys, and it's a little scary to be around someone you don't know at all - especially here, in the academy." You muttered under your breath, staring at the little pebbles beneath your feet. “Blackmail, beating... it doesn’t sound too nice.”

You heard the man in front of you sighing, “It doesn’t. But we’re not that bad, you know. I swear. No one would do anything of the kind.”

“Well, then, what is your opinion on the others? The other four?” Asking carefully, you hoped he wouldn’t get upset. In the end, you only wanted to know who of them was safe to talk to, whom to seek protection from.

Stopping in front of the dorm - as an excellent athlete who received a scholarship from the academy, he lived in a separate dorm for exceptional students - Thor cocked his head to the side, thinking, while you stared at his face. Suddenly thinking he looked incredibly handsome, you started chewing your lips again, feeling very self-conscious around him.

“They all are alright, I guess. Steve gives me creeps sometimes, but that’s because he’s a control freak, can’t have anything not going according to his plans. Although Loki likes thinking he’s smarter than others, he’s not bad. Barnes’s not bad too, and Peter’s just a loud kid, that’s all.” Scratching his three days beard, Thor mused, smiling at you unexpectedly. “What, are you starting an investigation of your own? Wanna track down those weirdos who did that to you?”

All of a sudden you saw something changing in his eyes, something strange flashing in them like as if for a quick moment you caught a glimpse of someone else, someone like the other Thor hiding behind a façade of a fun-loving, stand-up guy, and for a second you got frightened with the sudden change.

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“You’re a smart one. You’ll figure out what to do.” He whispered, stepping closer to you, his wide, rough palms caressing your cheeks when he kissed you ardently, burning your lips, crushing them with his when you just stood there and let him.

Part VI

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I've read a few fics by different authors about Robert, and I'm kinda confused. They portray him in different ways, so what's his personality like in different aspects? I know that he's extroverted (I saw him getting typed as an ENFJ) and extra, and has a warm heart, but what about his flirtiness and apparent hedonism? How does his rural ideals contrast with touring? I know people are multifaceted and no one's flawless, but I still wanna know some things for certain.

Oh dear Anon, you have made my day! These are great questions about my favorite subject in the world: Robert Plant.:D And as far as that goes, I could (and will) go on and on about this forever, I’ve got so much to say!!

I’ve been obsessed with Robert’s music as well as with his personal life for years. I find him to be a multifaceted, highly talented and intelligent person who embodies traits that one would think were mutually exclusive, yet are somehow at home in him. He is without a doubt, totally outrageous and extroverted, he wants to be the center of attention, yet he is also reclusive, a deep thinker who is keenly aware of the world around him while also being introspective and self-aware. In his own words he has said

“It's part of me to get off on those moments where... well, what people would call attention. Obviously, that isn't the be-all and end-all of life, but at the states of creativity that I've reached, well, it helps the lyrics along a little bit.”

“ I’m pleased with how ridiculous I am. I like me. Though I’m not a huge fan. I know when to switch me off.”

I do think he has a very warm heart. He is genuinely interested in other people, in experiencing the most out of any given situation.

In my opinion, he loves the idea and the feeling of falling in love. He gets off more on that than on the longevity of it. It’s like he’s got ADHD in the aspect of love lol!! I say this because of the number of serious relationships (and not so serious relationships) that he has had in his life. I’m sure he was saddened when they ended, but then he’s moved on to the next great infatuation and adventure. He’s quite capable of starting again, as he has shown multiple times both in his personal and professional life. But I also think it’s a testimony to his heart that he’s been able to continue to be friends with his past loves. “There have been people I've warmed to over the years but, as the situation I'm in is so fleeting and transient, I've always known it's going to be over kind of real quick.”

I mean think about this: after having children with two sisters, Maureen (his exwife) and Shirley, they have been able to raise their children in what looks like a loving extended family. His sons, Logan (with Maureen) and Jesse (with Shirley), are half-brothers as well as first cousins. Just think on that for a moment. In a recent picture, there’s the entire family on vacation: Maureen, Shirley and their children with Robert, as well as Robert and a previous girlfriend, Jessica something or other (don’t remember her name). He’s not confined to societal conventions. He could give a flying fuck. I love that free spirit and he himself has said (and I paraphrase) that he may come across as being a good mate, but in reality he’s out to do whatever the fuck he wants. (And it shows!! )

He says, “...if you do what you think is right for the benefit of everybody and everything and you make decisions, then to go back and regret them afterwards - it's a futile experience and it's not worth thinking about. Because life just unfolds. Provided you do your best and you think you're on the right track, you can only be right or wrong. But to regret it - I don't think there are any huge errors or misdemeanors.”

In the area of friendship, however, he is fiercely loyal. He and Bonzo were like brothers till the end, and even still, Robert honors his dear friend. He’s also been able to maintain friendships with so many people from his hometown- people he knew before he was famous. He puts away the trappings of fame and fortune to be the good old Black Country boy, riding horses and playing with goats, walking around in the forests and enjoying nature.

“I think I could sing and shear a few sheep at the same time.” he says. He is the picture of the word “earthiness”. Able to be the rock god on stage as well as the humble farmer on the farm or at the local pub. He’s loyal to his soccer team and to the sport itself which has been a lifelong passion. I love that in him.

Is he a hedonist? Absolutely!! he has tasted every pleasure there is to taste. His every material wish could be a reality in an instant...He has done drugs, had hundreds of one night stands. He is a highly sensual man. IMO the sexiest man that’s ever walked the planet. His sizeable bulge perpetually stands as a symbol (no pun intended) of his virility and lust (and I like it!!) He exudes charisma and raw sexual energy. He’s done it all to the highest level, partied and cavorted around the globe. What a life he’s lived!!

But he is also soulful- in his lyrics there is also a deep spiritual side of him: I think he is a modern day troubadour and philosopher. His lyrics touch on that, “it is the springtime of my loving” ….“In the light you will find the road” “when all is one and one is all” “Then as it was, then again it will be, though the course may change sometimes, rivers always reach the sea” and I could go on and on with other examples. These are just what popped in my head. “I am a reflection of what I sing. Sometimes I have to get serious because the things Ive been through are serious” He’s experienced moments where he is the “golden god” as well as tragic moments such as the loss of his 5 year old son and the loss of his dear friend Bonzo. These are definitely reflected in his music.

And finally, in his own words:

“I'm like one of those firecrackers that goes off in your pocket occasionally. I'm not really struggling with it as much as the people around me. But at least I'm not doing too much damage to anybody or to myself. It's just the condition I'm aware of."

And he’s still got a twinkle in him and always will.

Thank you for letting me go and on about this man, he holds such a special place in my heart. He is a beautiful and joyous old hippie full of wisdom and talent. He has created a lasting legacy and I hold the deepest admiration for him, despite his human frailties or shortcomings.

If you have read this far, you deserve a kiss and a medal! Thanks so much for this ask!!

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ivybucky · 4 years ago

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dog tags and photographs - s.r. x fem!reader

Request from @moonstuffsteve : OK OK BUT CAN I REQUEST A STEVE FIC WHERE READER IS LIKE WASHING HIS UNIFORM AND FINDS A PICTURE OF HER IN THE SUIT AND GETS ALL HAPPY AND LIKE STEALS HIS DOGTAGS AND STEVE THINKS ITS THE CUTEST THING EVER THANK YOU

a/n: this was adorable and just so domestic so thank you Al! I’ve fallen into a nice little writing routine recently and ive been cranking these requests out like they’re NOTHING. as always, thanks for supporting my writing and fics i put out- i really want this blog to turn into something great, but i need to work on it a little bit more.

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cw: mention of stress, rough mission, domesticity, worry

Y/N smiled to herself as she listened to her boyfriend’s snores echoing through the apartment, something he swore he didn’t do. She had half a mind to record it, but the win wasn’t worth the fight.

She picked his uniform off the ground of the bedroom, shaking off whatever dust she could. His undershirt was thrown across the room next to the bed. She gathered it in her arms before looking towards his sleeping face. His hair had stuck to his forehead, sweat and dirt acting as an adhesive. Her nails picked at it, brushing it away from his face, before laying a sweet kiss to his forehead where his brows were drawn up with whatever dream he was having.

It wasn’t uncommon for her to wash Steve’s uniform. While he was definitely a gentleman, who would never make her do his laundry, Y/N took pride in doing this for him whenever he had a rough mission. He could sleep off the stress while you made sure he woke up to a stress and responsibility-free environment.

She huffed, walking towards the washer, making a mental reminder to set his combat boots out to dry the mud he tried to avoid tracking in. How many pockets does a combat suit need? You don’t see Nat with this many pockets. She knew how Steve was, how he had his own knives, and tools scattered between the fabric of his uniform. Opening every pocket was more of a chore than actually doing the washing, but it was part of the process.

Her hands brushed over soft paper, different from the usual metals that she found from extra bullets to blades. No, this was soft, pliable to her working fingers. She tugged the gently folded piece from his chest pocket. Curiosity grabbed a hold of her, urging her to unfold it and inspect it carefully. It was a photo of the two of them, when they had gone out for her birthday in the last month. He had pulled them to the park, stopping by her favorite store, and then taking a stroll. Y/N had convinced him to take pictures with the self timer on her polaroid, leading to him keeping the photo.

She hadn’t expected him to hold to it like this, folded neatly into the pocket of what he wore whenever he was away from her. She smiled, remembering how he had wrapped his arms around her that day, resting his chin at the juncture of her neck. Happy looked good on him.

She set the photo down in the basket she used to keep his things together, reminding herself to ask about it later. The washer rumbled slightly as the heavy fabric sloshed in the water.

“Sweetheart?” He called through the apartment, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Hi sleepyhead,” she wrapped her arms around his middle. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Yeah, I think so. Where’s my-”

“In the wash, don’t worry about it.”

“Wait,” his back stiffened in panic. “Is it already running?”

“Baby, I said don’t worry I got everything out of the pockets.”

He paused again, cheeks going a little bit redder. “Everything?”

Y/N only smiled knowingly, reaching up to press a smile to his cheek. “Everything. Now what do you want for dinner?”

He smiled sheepishly, following her into the kitchen.

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A couple of weeks had gone by and all Y/N felt was guilt. While she knew that she was caring enough in her relationship with Steve, she had sort of underestimated her importance to him. Important enough to carry a physical photograph in his uniform.

And while he obviously had held onto something of her while he was away, Y/N had yet to find something to bring her own self any kind of comfort. Most days spent alone while Steve was on a mission were spent trying to stay busy, to keep her mind off worrying. The missions where he couldn’t communicate were the worst. The only thing to keep her feet on the ground was their apartment. The way his scent lingers on the sheets, the small stack of drawing journals in the corner of their room, the record player sitting in the living room. While they were all things uniquely him, they weren’t close enough, needing to hold more meaning.

He was gone now, hundreds of miles away, doing what he did best - be a hero. Y/N’s knee bounced as she sat back on the couch, waiting for her boyfriend to return. He had sent a message hours ago, saying he was on his way back, saying not to wait up. She knew she would stay away as long as she could though, just to see him when he returned.

She tried to relax, wearing one of his large t-shirts and listening to a soft record as she waited. Time, however, was not kind and only continued to move slowly. With a sigh, she decided to do some chores, any chores that were left, to pass the time. That is when she saw them.

While Steve had amazing leadership skills, he was, in reality, quite forgetful when he wasn’t focused on doing his patriotic deeds. That’s why when Y/N moved to the bathroom to change out the towels and saw Steve’s dog tags on the counter, she paused. Thin metal was smooth through fingers, save for the imprints of his name and service numbers that her thumb ran over gently.

It was bittersweet, honestly - holding the thing that began Steve’s entire career, and not having him there to bring any kind of comfort. She pushed away whatever sadness remained, clutching the chain to her chest as she walked back to the living room. Without thinking too much about it, she slipped the necklace over her head, letting the tags hang just under her sternum.

Suddenly, she had something. Something with much more meaning than a scent, something tangible, something close enough. Her worried adrenaline left her body, and as she settled into the couch, she was able to fall asleep with ease for the first time since he had left.

Steve was almost worried when he entered the quiet apartment. His return was usually met with some kind of fanfare - a tight hug around his neck, a body scan for any injuries, an interrogation of his mental well-being. Tonight though, the apartment remained quiet as he shuffled through the threshold of the front door. His eyes swept over what he could see, finding nothing too out of place. Of course she cleaned. His ears, those genetically modified ears, however, picking up the slight snore, something she swore she didn’t do, of her sleeping form.

His feet carried him to the living room where she laid against the cushions, wrapped in his shirt, clutching his military tags in her hand. His shoulders dropped as he took in the sight, a new kind of relief hitting his body.

He crouched down, a dirty hand gently brushing the hair away from her forehead. “Y/N?”

“Mmm?” she mumbled, brows scrunching at the vibration of his voice. “Steve? You’re home.”

“Yeah, baby,” he smiled. “Want me to carry you to bed?”

Y/N rubbed her eyes as she nodded, tags falling from her fingers. He swept her up in his arms, thanking a god he had strength in his body. Her head rested against his chest, hand trailing over his heart. His mouth pressed a kiss to her forehead, adoring the sight before him.

“You wearing my tags?” he asked softly, not wanting to disturb whatever peace she still held onto.

“‘M sorry. Was missing you.”

“Shh, baby, don’t apologize.” He set her body down in the bed, pulling the sheets up over body. “You look better in them than I do.”

He left her to take a shower, but not before she called out for him, grabby hands sent in his direction. “Steve?”

“I’m coming right back, I just gotta wash off. I’m covered in sweat.”

“Don’t care. C’mere.”

He chuckled, slipping out of his uniform and saddling up next to her under the sheets. He kissed her head again, whispering words of love and comfort as she fell back into her slumber.

He had never been happier to fall asleep in his life.

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