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incaensio · 1 year ago

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Con: [Interrogation] Heavensbee was a hack, wasn't he? With you being his number two, people are wondering. We all know you make dumb decisions sometimes, Snow. [Snickers] Awfully convenient that you were home. If we start browsing footage, messages, emails, and the like, are we gonna find things you've been desperate to hide?

"number two? you're making me out to be bigger than i am, general." as if the very presence of the higher-ranking man wasn't proof of constantinus' importance — rather, his name's. there's a small crack in his haggard confidence at the dig, though, a furrow of his fair brows. his grandfather must have approved a harsher line of questioning, even a mention of his past mistakes, but that probably wouldn't mean that his suspicions were raised. would it? "my grandfather asked for me to be at home. you may check with him if you'd like." the shrug is secure under the mask again, a dare offered.

Con: [Interrogation] You've benefitted the most about the systems in place here. Why bite the hand that feeds you? Besides, we have intel telling us that you might have aided in the kidnapping of Cordelia Snow. Why put her in the hands of savages, Constantinus? Was it that depressing not being either of your grandparents' golden grandchild?

see, poking him about not being the golden child may have hurt a few years, maybe a decade ago. he was the first born grandchild, shouldn't he have been a natural successor? it's not like uncle bad copy (coriolanus the second, the heir himself)'s boys were much brighter than he is. hadn't he done enough to make up for his father's failing?

now, it's just a bit too funny that it's a struggle for him to keep from smiling. still, he does, instead rolling his eyes. "what fucking world you live in that you think i'd be jealous of my baby cousin? like we aren't basically siblings. do you think i'd turn her to anyone seeking to harm her?" he's hoping there's a spike in a machine, transmiting the racing in his heart, obviously caused by his heated offense at this. "what's the intel, pray tell? that i gave her a fucking car? maybe that's something people like you can't do, but it's no big deal between us. if she needs a fucking hovercraft, we can get her one. i'm not going to pry on cora's life." he glares, and then there's a beat, when his face falls a little. he has years of rehearsed and swallowed tantrums to back up this little acting piece. "though maybe i should have had."

Con: [Interrogation] Nonetheless if you moved Cora, her blood will be on your hands. It will be just like Nadia's blood, Constantinus. So just tell us, when did you and Plutarch Heavensbee decide on rigging the arena?

it's been hours. the both of them are tired, that's clear. it's also obvious that they both want this to be over, so the interrogator is not going to be holding back punches just because he's a snow. another thing he's figured out? his family is definitely onto him. either that be the old man, or uncle coriolanus, or his brats, or anyone else (grandma? would she think it wise to share his grandest shame with someone else?), someone thinks it's best to fuck him over if it means getting the truth.

a truth he can't never let out, that he has to shape, somehow, into something else. he runs his hands through his face, a heavy sound muffled — a groan, maybe a sob. whatever sells this. "i know. god, i know. i shouldn't have — shouldn't have trusted the driver. i should have gone with her. fuck's sake." he keeps his hands on his face, like his shame is too big to be shared with the interrogator — and the several people who will certainly watch this footage, seeking the lies in his behavior.

"but i've got nothing to do with plutarch's plans. you've said it yourself, whatever would i gain from this? another woman i love dead? god." he unveils his face, ruddy and a bit wet (if he presses his eyes and a point in his head hard enough, that makes him cry; nevermind that the tears-trigger has already been pushed at the mention of nadia), then shakes his head. "i don't know when plutarch thought of it. sure, the arena is a collaboration, but the head gamemaker has the final saying, he's the one with control to its weaker sides. how would i even know the woman from seven would go out of her mind like that?"

#— 𝐶. 𝑆. : written.#eventidepast #eventideevent04

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jet-bradley · 2 years ago

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"why are you a tron fan if you hate tron legacy so much?" why are YOU a tron fan if you will never play or watch playthroughs of tron 2.0? why are you a TRON fan if you belittle every single part of TRON that isn't directly related to legacy? why do you apologize for the animation of the original film, the clunkiness of the controls of the 2003 shooter game, the art of the spinoff comics, the abandoned state of the platforming game, the strange hitboxes of the old arcade cabinets? if you like TRON so much, why do you apologize for every single bit of it that isn't legacy? do you like TRON, or do you like daft punk?

i'm honestly tired of dancing around my genuine opinion of tron legacy - that it is a technically masterful movie, with a lot of fun scenes, and a very interesting reimagining of TRON... but also a tech demo for what became the overuse of CG in disney-owned marvel films (while TRON's CG accented the set design, this was a demo for the tech that would eventually allow the full replacement of it). and frankly "flynn is sad now please care about our movie" launched thirteen years of some of the worst sequels i've ever seen in almost every franchise. tron legacy genuinely did a lot right, but i honestly wonder if the industry would be in a better place if it had been a flop.

and the worst thing is it's not like you can pretend this isn't befitting of TRON. put all your experimental film shit in TRON, it's the "animate things weird with computers" franchise. it's always been experimental in that regard and there's nothing wrong with that.

TRON legacy had everything interesting about TRON filtered out of its plot, and what's left in its place is an uninspired story where everything--from individual characters to the genocide of an entire fictional race--revolves around One Protagonist from the original film. (one of the other classic human protagonists is dead, and the other hardly has any screen time.) and really, it revolves around giving him reasons to be sad, because why write a movie about kevin flynn when Sad Kevin Flynn will maybe make old fans care about your movie, despite how disconnected your sequel is from any prior work.

but it sold a lot of merch, so at least we can copy and paste everything that sold, right? actor cameos! making beloved happy movies Sad Now! making the entire movie revolve around one white guy who the entire audience definitely remembers the name of! overusing CG to save money on unionized production worker wages!

people overlook a lot of the bigger-picture negative impacts of TRON legacy, because it kind of gets to the core of what the franchise is. TRON (1982) only got produced by disney because they were willing to try to animate it, and they've never known what to do with it. it's always had the whimsy of a classic disney movie with these more grown-up corporate plots. and there's no way to get rid of the whimsy to make a pure action film in a way that fits their image as a company (at least pre-marvel and pre-star wars, but those franchises, someone else already did all the marketing to make them popular for them). and it's a disney original franchise because of that, but they never know what to do with it. so it becomes their "throw shit at a wall and see what sticks" franchise. well something stuck. but i honestly think it made the industry worse.

but we did get End Of Line and a roller coaster out of it, so...

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peachyseok · 7 years ago

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me: I think I’ll edit some of my old stories today

me, 5 minutes later:

#all I did was copy and paste one line and I'm already tired #help me

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moominnyu · 3 years ago

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oblivious [kevin moon]

🧸🎀 — pairings: kevin moon (the boyz) x gender neutral reader

🧸🎀 — tw: none.

🧸🎀 — wc: 3751

anyone who knows kevin to a personal level would be sorry for the guy, frustrated in his behalf even.

now, don't get me wrong, he's a handsome young man with a sweet personality, a nice car and good friends. he's a member of one of the hottest, on the rise k-pop boy groups, with a honeyed voice and great dance skills. he could probably bag anyone he wanted with minimal effort on his part, whether they work or not for the same industry as him. but the problem for kevin moon starts around someone who has little to nothing to do with the idol world.

you're kevin's friend, his little childhood friend from back when he was in america, and current best friend even here in korea. kevin's childhood friend who's only an university student, and knows as much about idols as you know about calculus— that is, nothing—, kevin's childhood friend who works part time in café, and still gets allowance from your parents, kevin's childhood friend who lives just three blocks from his dorm, who is so used to be by his side that you practically live at his dorm alongside his members. kevin's childhood friend who is... just his childhood friend and nothing more.

he's been on the unrequited love side of the spectrum for too long that his problem no longer relies on the fact that you guys are friends probably since you were both fetuses inside your mothers' wombs. he already felt this way about you when you lost your first tooth when you were six, even when you smiled at him with an incisor missing. he already felt this way about you when he taught you how to ride a bike at the park when you both were nine, even when you fell on your face and had a big bruise on your left cheek that remained on your skin for two weeks after that. he already felt this way about you when you turned fourteen and you stopped being a tiny shrimp and started looking more like what would later become his ideal type. he already felt this way about you when you guys were seventeen and he was starting his little youtube channel with one of his friends, and you would watch his videos with a genuine excitement that matched his. he already felt this way about you when you moved to korea together, not even knowing what was ahead of you but knowing that you had each other whatever happened.

he's been in love with you for way too long, so long that he already had every single inner monologue, argument, discussion and debate he could possibly have with himself about how absolutely wrong and criminal it is to have a crush, or rather, be in love with your best friend.

he won in absolutely zero of these arguments against himself, as he always came to the conclusion that it was wrong, you two were friends and that's it, that you probably saw him only as a brother, if anything. but he had received his very needed push in the back by his members, now close friends of both of you, that insisted that it was normal: you were attractive, funny, sweet and a perfectly viable choice for him due to your closeness, anyone in his situation would probably be the same, and he would be a fool if he let go of the opportunity. with your looks and personality, you could get a partner anytime you wanted, and time was ticking for kevin, which, in turn, prompted him to act with you in mind, courtesy of sunwoo who mentioned he'd be the one making the moves if kevin didn't do it first.

and, so, it started, the tortuous process of courting.

he didn't outright tell you he liked you, as he wanted to test the waters first, so he started with simple and minimal things, things that would go completely unnoticed by you unless you saw him as something more than a simple friend, unless you saw him in the same light as he saw you.

hugging you a tad bit tighter and longer when he greeted you, getting leaves out of your hair or clothes for you, tentatively holding your hand when he wanted to guide you somewhere, placing his hands on your waist on hips when he walked past you; all little things that made his pale cheeks burn up a crimson color and his stupid, traitor heart beat uncontrollably against his ribcage... all little things that you remained completely apathetic to.

“don't be afraid to up your game, hyung,” haknyeon had offered some advice, and as if it served as comfort to kevin, he had friendly palmed his back to show empathy for him, who sat with his head down, face hidden in his hands, “i think y/n is great! they definitely haven't noticed yet, and that's why they haven't said anything!”

it was another one of those nights where he was overcome with feelings, when the tug on his chest became too heavy and when the feeling of urgency became desperation. none of what he did was working out the way he wanted it to, and everytime he was left with more questions that answers: did you really blush when you brushed hands while reaching for the salt, or was it his mind playing tricks on him? were you really staring at him with such dreamy eyes when he was sketching or were you just spaced out? he could never tell.

“well, that's obvious,” sunwoo retorted, plump lips on a straight line. he scratched his head and nudged kevin on the ribs, “you're the one who knows them best, you should that y/n had never had a partner before, it's likely they're just oblivious to your advances,”

an imaginary lightbulb flicked on on top of kevin's head at that moment when he realized sunwoo was right.

in all the years he's known you, you've never showed any kind of romantic interest in any person. it wasn't that you were short of suitors or admirers, quite the contrary, actually, you've had that sweet tendency to smile at everyone that happened to make eye contact with you since little, offer your help whenever needed and an ability to make friends with anyone in a matter of seconds. kevin was sure, during all his high school years, that the reason why he was liked was because of the halo effect, produced by the fact that he was always by your side.

but, you, even with many suitors and secret admirers, never once brought up the topic of dating and crushes in front of kevin. he thought it was better that way, honestly, he's a bit more mature now but back when he was still a teenager, he was sure he wouldn't be able to take it if he heard you talking about another guy, all starry eyed and blushing. but that didn't mean he didn't feel curious about it.

one time, against his own mental advices to just mind his business in case he ended up with a broken heart, kevin asked you about a guy in your class who he overheard your classmates teasing you about.

“oh, yeah, you mean james, right?” you sat on the floor of his bedroom, copying the answers from his textbook onto yours. you had bit your pencil and narrowed your eyes, thoughtfully, “i tutor him on sundays. nice guy.”

“i know who he is,” kevin answered, matter of factly, as he reclined back on his desk chair. he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as some form of idle distraction from the unsteadiness of his heart, “i'm asking you why were your friends making kissy faces at you when he was talking to you.”

he had sounded more stern than he intended, but, then again, that moment was the very first time he ever saw you blush and fix your hair in front of a dude, the first time he saw you act shy around someone.

“he invited me to prom last week,” you answered, continuing to write down on your notebook with your cute, pink gel pen, “and my friends think he likes me because of that.”

“how are you so sure that he doesn't like you?,” it's obvious he does, kevin thought, otherwise he wouldn't look like such a fool, stuttering and scratching his nape like an idiot everytime you two interacted. not that he's one to talk, though.

“because he's just being nice to me,” you frowned, “he always is. he walks me home when you can't, invites me to get coffee after tutoring, he saves me a spot next to him when i'm late for class,” you didn't lift your head from your notes or ever stopped writing, that's how trivial james's acts of ‘kindness’ were for you, “he even gifted me chocolates last valentine's.”

that's crush behavior, kevin wanted to say, but he didn't. he didn't want to implant the idea in your mind, making you overly conscious about it and forcing you to end up confused about your own feelings. if you liked him back or not, he decided, was for you to find out on your own, unprovoked.

“do you like him?,” but there he was, having to open his big mouth out of morbid, masochistic curiosity.

you lifted your head, finally looking up at him with a raised eyebrow, “no?”

“then why were you blushing when he was talking to you?”

“because julia was making a big deal out of it,” you said, frowning with certain annoyance and embarrassment, “and because noah kept telling him we look so cute together.”

“no, you don't.” kevin chimed in, perhaps too fast for his liking.

“that's what i'm saying! we're just friends!” you sounded a bit exasperated, probably tired from all the teasing, “just like you and me.”

thanks to sunwoo, remembering that useful, albeit painful, conversation served kevin to switch his approach around you. thinking about it, back then, it should have been his first clue about your lack of awareness. he discarded as simple, intentional obliviousness— he thought that james was so obvious about his crush, you might as well were just trying to ignore it and not acknowledge it to avoid having to awkwardly reject him; but this obliviousness of yours lasted even much, much after that, when you guys moved to korea together and the people you met there were equally interested in you but ended up receiving the same treatment of complete lack of interest. even eric had, at some point of your early friendship, when he had a pitiful crush on you that lasted a couple of months.

with a new, more direct approach in mind, kevin moon hadn't given up yet.

he began to make his hints a bit more obvious so that the wouldn't fly over your pretty, little head like the ones before did, and he was pleasantly surprised to find out that it worked with great efficiency.

complimenting you every chance he could, both looks and personality wise, often mentioning how you're the only person to make him this happy, how his day gets better when he sees you.

and alongside the not so subtle flirting, your reactions began to grow in intensity as well. instead of the usual, coy nudge you'd give him when he complimented your appearance, you'd purse your lips and look down when he'd say that he thinks you're absolutely stunning. you'd bite a smile, cheeks heating up, when he'd, purposely on accident, casually sit close to you while watching movies, both of your sides pressed against each other. when he'd press an unassuming kiss to your temple after dropping you back at your place, you'd lean into his touch for a bit longer than usual, and you'd look a blushy mess of shaky eyes and pursed lips once he did pull away. even when he wasn't trying, even when his focus was on something else entirely, the amount of times he'd catch you staring at him and then move your eyes away as soon as he noticed were too many for them to be a simple coincidence.

all of these interactions made him hopeful, made him think that he did the right thing by slowly approaching you in a way that you felt comfortable with. by the time he decided to finally confess to you, he was so sure you were, at least, confused about it, that you were seeing him in a new light now and that you weren't sure how to act around it, and that was enough for kevin, he just needed to go past that friendship relationship and then he'd work the rest, with you.

and with this realization came yet multiple other inner debates about how to go around the confession. should he prepare for it? invite you to a picnic at the beach and confess to you when you both are enjoying the sunset? or should he just be spontaneous? you've never liked anything too flashy, after all, and you valued honesty over anything else.

he chose to just do it one day, chose a time when you two are alone and tell you normally like he would do with any other thing. after all, you two were best friends who could tell absolutely anything to each other with no shame, and his feelings for you didn't change this.

but, whenever he thought about finally doing it, whenever he practiced his exact words in his mind over and over again until he was confident enough he wouldn't stutter, the moment would get interrupted by outside forces. like younghoon deciding to watch a movie in the living room where you guys were at, just in time when kevin had said he had something to tell you, like sunwoo coming uninvited into his room when you two were finally alone, saying that he was bored and asking if you wanted to play mario kart together. or that one time when kevin had managed to build momentum in his favor, mentioning how much he appreciates you and how lucky he is to have you by his side unconditionally, and just as he was about to utter the three important words, your mom had the inopportune need to call you, at three a.m. in the morning, because she had a nightmare about you being swallowed by the kraken.

being stuck in this predicament didn't dishearten kevin, though. he's wanted to tell you how he feels since forever, he wasn't gonna give up over a few unfortunate interruptions.

the perfect time to do it comes spontaneously, unprepared, just like most of those peaks of inspiration he feels out of the blue somedays.

tonight, you're staying the night at his. you had went grocery shopping earlier in the afternoon, and kevin bought the ingredients to bake you some brownies after your insistence and pleads, clinging to his arm and pointing at the deliciously looking pictures of them in the premade mixture boxes, so now you're sitting on the counter of his kitchen while looks for the ingredients in the frige, reading the recipe out loud for him from your phone while swinging your legs up and down.

“a double boiler?”, kevin leaves the fridge door open when he walks up to you and leans in so that he can get a look at your screen, “what the heck's that?”

“it says here that it's a fancy term for a... small saucepan filled with an inch of two of water set over low heat,” you read out loud, then lifting your head with a confused grimace, “huh?”

“i don't know,” kevin kicks the door closed after retrieving the butter, shrugging and trying to pretend he didn't notice how you stared at his lips just a second ago, “i'm just gonna make that one old recipe, the one we know and adore.”

“yeah, i don't know why you felt the need to change it,” you set your phone down and hop down the counter to give him more space, “you know i just eat whatever you make.”

��you like your brownies a bit more fudgy, don't you?” he takes a bowl out of the cabinet, and places it right beside where you're standing. he offers you a smile, a bit shy but genuine, “and i like to spoil you.”

at that moment, sunwoo walks into the kitchen. he makes a small gesture of acknowledgement to you and walks past kevin to get to the fridge. you follow him with your eyes.

“hyung, i'm heading out,” sunwoo grabs a water bottle and closes the fridge again. he stands by kevin and points at the bowl where he's wisking the eggs, taking a short sip of his water, “can you save me some brownies?”

“i'm not making these for you, you know,” kevin sighs.

“just one, then,” sunwoo insists, eyebrows up and pout on his lips, “you know i love brownies.”

“i'll save you some,” you smile at the younger guy lightly, “where are you heading?”

sunwoo shrugs and scratches his nape, “had the sudden urge to go to the movies.”

“alone?” you inquire, trying to supress a laugh.

“don't judge a man for his hobbies, y/n,” sunwoo flicks your forehead with little force, and kevin hates that ugly feeling in his gut when you giggle and poke your tongue at him, “gotta go now, i've already purchased my ticket.”

and with sunwoo leaving, everyone else out on individual schedules and chanhee dead asleep on his room, you both are, technically, left alone in the dorm for once and for all.

kevin pretends to be too preoccupied with spreading the thick batter in the baking pan to notice that the perfect opportunity to do it is just unfolding in front of him. he knows that the reason why he keeps getting interrupted is because he likes to take his sweet time with it, dragging it out as much as he can so he can prepare his heart for it. he decides he's not gonna do that tonight.

just as he opens his mouth, your phone dings on the counter. kevin busies himself with putting the baking pan in the oven while you reach for your phone with the spatula he used in your mouth.

“who are you texting?” he asks once he notices your wide smile and soft giggles.

“yurina, one of my uni classmates,” you lick your lips after you're done licking the batter off, tossing the spatula into the sink, “she's happy because she asked her crush to be her girlfriend,”

“and did she say yes?”

“well, she wouldn't be happy otherwise, don't you think?”

there's an one-sided awkward silence when kevin rests against the counter while staring at you intently texting back and forth with this girl from uni.

a moment of doubt crosses his mind. should he really do it? something tells him he shouldn't, that he should just keep quiet, but he's been walking through this desert for so long ago that stopping now feels wrong when he can practically see water in front of him.

love gives him a push in the back.

“what about you?” he asks, and he internally cringes at the way his voice cracks a little at the end. he clears his throat, “i mean, are you interested in anyone?”

your thumbs stop typing suddenly, and you remain frozen for a moment, staring at your screen. you're blushing a little when you slowly lift your eyes towards him, and he mirrors such expression when his hopeful heart does a little flip.

“why—why are you asking all of a sudden?”, your voice sounds tiny and you look a bit doubtful of him.

“well, you never tell me about stuff like this,” he scratches his eyelid as he looks down at his shoes. the awkwardness is almost painful, and he's sure he isn't the only one feeling it right now, “is it someone you can't tell me?,” he makes a small pause in which he lifts his eyes from the ground and looks at you, “a close friend, maybe?”

silence fills the kitchen. the hen shaped cooking timer clicks as it counts down the minutes for the brownies to be ready, hour phone pings with new upcoming messages, the tv in chanhee's room makes deaf noise in the backround, yet, none of you talk.

when you refuse to meet his eyes that come looking for you, biting the inside of your cheek and looking down, kevin realizes he's going to be the one who breaks it, unfortunately.

“did i hit the jackpot?,” perhaps he sounds hopeful, or perhaps the silence was too loud that his voice now seems to over-volume it.

you finally look up from the floor, “why am i the only one being interrogated?,” you sound a little more like yourself when you block your phone and cross your arms on your chest, lips pouty and the tip of your ears a little bit red, “you also never tell me anything about stuff like that!”

“i'll tell you if you want,” he murmurs, trying to analize your reaction, “if you tell me first.”

in the heart fluttering moment, odds are in his favor, he knows. it's on the way you look at him through your eyelashes, shy and maybe even a bit flustered, the sugar rush on his veins at the sight of your blush, ever telling of your feelings. because he knows you so well he knows that his hunch is right, it's because of your connection that he can feel that it's no longer one-sided, that, as much as he feels for you, you feel for him.

“why don't you,” you make a small pause to press the back of your hands to your hot cheeks, “why don't you say it first, then?”

“how about we say it at the same time?,” even in his certainty there's still cautiousness, as if he needs confirmation even if he can read your heart, “at the count of three.”

“okay,” you smile at him with warmth, gentle, still laced with a shyness that makes your eyes a bit glossy, and it's the prettiest thing kevin has ever seen, “one.”

“two.” he says, his heart on a frenzy, mind a bit hazy with quiet excitement for what's about to come.

“three!” you both say, and there's a small pause before any of you continue:

“you!”

“sunwoo!”

#the boyz x reader #tbz x reader #kevin moon x reader #the boyz #tbz #kpop x reader #idol x reader #fluff

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illdothehotvoice · 2 years ago

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WAIT MIMI YOU SAW THE TRAILER WHAT DID YOU THINK!!!!

HI HI HI SORRY I WAS WORKING ON A PRESENTATION LOL

I have MANY MANY thoughts and I am literally just gonna copy and paste for the most part from what I've said to other people BUT buckle up it's long dshgkjnfdh.

Oh also! Keep in mind i have not looked at any other takes yet so this is all like. authentic Mimi opinion moments ^^.

-Charlie Day Luigi is like. Okay we literally only heard 2 lines and they were screaming which is. Luigi alright (WHICH BTW MAKES ME A LITTLE SCARED ABOUT CHARACTERIZATION LOL). I think he'll handle Luigi fine his voice fits and sparks a little bit of joy. I completely expected this. As much as I hate the casting I have been saying Charlie Day Luigi would be good for months thank you I love being correct literally all the time i have never been wrong about anything in my life <3 (hopefully. we don't have much to go off of). Gives me John Leguizamo Luigi vibes which is surprisingly given the context of THAT movie one of my FAVORITE Luigi portrayals dshgjkfdh.

-The animation is BEAUTIFUL. The lighting effects? OUGH. BOWSER? Do not get me STARTED on the Bowser model. Even Kamek looks great!! I like that they made Bowser's tail a little longer too qwq it makes him more intimidating and there's a part where he's wagging it to be scary dshjkdshg. He's definitely giving goofy but could probably kick your ass vibes??? Which he should. And he is SO expressive!! Like OUGH the way his eyes STRETCH in this shot!!! That's good animation baby!!!!

-However I do NOT like Mario and Luigi's models that much??? They look a little??? Off model. We didn't get TOO much of a good look at Luigi's but Mario's is just. Something is off about it. HATE the way his hair moves btw it reminds me of O'Hare. Anyways look at him look at him look at him there he is it's the boy!

-On that note Mario's model has grown on me a bit (I am watching the trailer for the 3rd time now dsjglnfmdh) I REALLY like the collar on his shirt and his overalls are cute. He just seems a little too...vertical??? And I wish he was fatter all around. He's lacking a lot of that roundness that makes Mario...Mario. Like at LEAST give him chubby cheeks. come on. But on a positive note! I am in LOVE with his eyebrows qwq They're so big and bushy!! They're gonna be GREAT for expressions I can already feel it qwq.

-Jack Black Bowser is great as expected. He seems to be having SO much fun with it and I adore it.

-....Oh god it's time isn't it.. I was uuuh.. I was admittedly putting this off. ... Crisp Rat. I think this screenshot kind of says all I need to honestly??? (Also looking back I mean more like Super Show not the 1993 movie)

ANYWAYS UUUH. BINGO CARD TIME BABY! SNEAKING IT IN HERE!

I have marked it up with 3 different colors! Red means it has been confirmed with the trailer! Yellow means based off of leaks or assumptions and the trailer, it has pretty much been confirmed! Green means it's just an assumption but the trailer... kind of hints at it??? Anyways

I guess um... TL;DR I REALLY like the animation. The animation is really pretty qwq. They said Mario fans are working on the movie and if I am to trust that....I think it'll be good. Very scared about Luigi characterization though. It looks like they're setting the bros up t be separated a good chunk of the movie??? Which is an interesting take! I just hope the Luigi isn't neglected and is like... actually important? Anyways give us a Super Paper Mario reference thanks bye dshgjnfg

(I hope this makes sense I am.. very tired and have so many thoughts but also want to keep this short and if I go back and edit it again I'm gonna add like 100 more words)

#thanks for the ask!!#uuuugh i am.. stupidly excited for this movie dhgjkfdh #i think the comfort character special interest juices have finally kicked in and are clouding my judgement dhgjkfndh #bright pretty colors and round shapes hee hee qwq #mario movie #mario movie spoilers #mario movie trailer #smb #if you saw this before i edited yes i know the difference between horizontal and vertical i swear

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jjmaybanksbaby · 4 years ago

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Where It Leads (Rafe Cameron)

Summer IV

Part 07: Crashing Down

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summary: A jarring family emergency forces you to consider the future of your relationship with Rafe Cameron.

a/n: I'm a little bit emotional about this series ending because I've had so much fun writing it! Enjoy the last part and, as always, please come share your reactions with me in my inbox. Okay, that's all from me!

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Rafe Cameron knew how to text. He was somehow witty, charming, and hilarious all in less characters than a single tweet. Texting with most boys was like talking to a brick wall: single-syllable answers, unironic uses of punctuation, asking “What are you wearing?” before even listening to how your day went. Though, to be fair, Rafe had asked that same question a few times, which always earned him a sarcastic answer in return. Well, except for that one time.

You’d been forced to spill the beans about your dreamy summer romance to Alice and Kensie after one of Rafe’s funnier texts almost made you pee yourself laughing at the lunch table.

“Oh, so he’s a stud muffin,” Alice announced, peering over Kenzie’s shoulder at the photo on your phone.

“Please god don’t call anyone a stud muffin ever again Al,” Kenzie replied.

“What? The 80s are like making a comeback.”

“Yeah, not that,” you countered and Alice huffed.

“He’s totally hot though,” Kenzie said, handing the phone back to you. “And I kinda hate you for not telling us about him.”

You looked down at the picture. Rafe was kissing your check while you grinned up at the camera, the golden hour lighting made the whole thing look rather enchanting. It was your favorite picture of you and him.

“Oh shit,” Kenzie said causing you to look up from the phone. “You’re like in love in love with him.”

“What? No,” you protested. Yes, your brain corrected.

Kenzie glanced over at Alice for backup.

“Besides, I wasn’t hiding him. I just didn’t know if there was anything there to...tell,” you finished.

“I wish I had a handsome summer fling with spectacular cheekbones,” Alice sighed.

“Don’t let your boyfriend hear you saying that.” Kenzie chucked a fry off her tray at Alice who dodged it expertly.

“Oh, please. Matty knows I would dump his ass for someone who looks like a young Chuck Bass any day of the week. Gimme your phone. I wanna see the photos again y/n.”

“I seriously don’t know how you and Matthew have been together for two years,” Kenzie replied.

“Are you kidding? They’re practically made for each other,” you added.

“The phone, please,” Alice interjected. “I wanna thirst over your mans while my boyfriend is sucking up to his English teacher so she doesn’t fail him. Of course, I told him he needed to actually read Wuthering Heights and not just sparknotes it. But did he listen? No. I picked a real winner y’all,” she finished, taking the phone from your outstretched hands. “You sure Rafe doesn’t have any brothers? Not even like a half-step brother?”

So yeah, going great. Against the odds of three thousand miles, the whole thing was somehow working. Long-distance friends with benefits? Check. Well, except for those moments when that nagging feeling in your stomach came back and you’d start overthinking everything. His texts would sit, unread in your phone for days or even a whole week, slowly sinking to the bottom of your messages.

Then came the call from the Kildare Country Hospital in the early hours of a foggy April morning. You should have gone to sleep hours ago but were still up, desperately trying to cram Maria’s lines into your brain while also texting Rafe. The Sound of Music opened in three weeks and your director had already chewed you out twice for not being off-book, something about being an upperclassman and the lead, and what kind of an example were you setting for the rest of the program. Big speeches were kind of your director's thing, you learned to just ride them out.

Around 1 a.m. your phone ran with an incoming FaceTime call from Rafe. You pressed the green acccept button, a smile spread across your face as Rafe’s own filled the screen.

“Hey Broadway Star.”

“Hi Rafe.” The dim lighting of his bedroom made his feature especially striking. “What are you still doing up?”

“Can’t sleep. Plus you’re up too so. How’s the memorizing going?”

“Shitty,” you replied, closing your binder with a sigh. “I’m too tired to do anymore of it tonight anyway.”

“You know, I was thinking I could come to Oregon for your opening night?”

“Really?” The possibility of Rafe sitting in the audience made your heart race.

“Yeah, why not? I’ll ask Ward if I can borrow the plane that weekend and I bet Sarah’ll want to come too. I wanna see my girl kill it. I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Rafe. You know my friends think you’re hot.”

“Oh, do they?” Rafe replied, rolling over onto his back in his bed.

“Don’t let it get to your head, Cameron.”

The home phone ran but you ignored it, much more invested in your conversation with Rafe. The second time the hospital left a message. Your Nonna’s heart had given out. The prognosis wasn’t good. She had barely any time left.

Your heart dropped as the words echoed over the speaker of the answering machine.

“Rafe,” you said, cutting him off momentarily. “I gotta go. I’ll call you back later. I gotta-” you ended the call before Rafe even had the chance to respond. You dropped your phone on the kitchen table, dashing up the stairs to your parents’ bedroom. Your father was booking a flight for your mother back to the Outer Banks minutes later.

The end had come so quickly, so unexpectedly. It was almost like that made it harder. There'd been just enough time for your mom and uncle to get to the Outer Banks, sitting on each side of your Nonna as her final breaths passed through her lungs. Now, everyone was there to say goodbye one last time. Uncle Austin and his fiancé. Your mom and dad. Both your siblings. The entire population of Figure Eight.

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Rain drizzled down from the dark, gray clouds looming overhead. It was as if Mother Nature was mourning your Nonna too, hiding the sunshine away.

Three baby ducks followed their mama into the man-made pond at the edge of the cemetery. You watched their tiny feet kick up small waves disturbing the peaceful water and the tears silently slipped down your face.

The cars were waiting to take you back to your Nonna's house for the wake. The same house with the for-sale sign now stuck in the front yard. The for-sale sign with Rose's patronizing grin that you were starting to really hate. Your dad had handled that. Listing the house. He'd handled most of the funeral arrangement's actually because your mother had been too sunken into her grief to make any decision. Sending out the invitations, picking out your Nonna's casket, choosing the flowers. Your mother clung to him during the entire funeral, weeping into his shoulder.

“Y/n?” Rafe's voice called out from behind you and you turned to see him walked toward you. He’d stood at the back of the church with his family during the funeral. You had longed for him to be sitting in the first pew next to you, to have had his hand to hold onto to ground you, but it hardly would have been appropriate. Your Nonna would have sooner risen from the dead than have had a Cameron front row at her funeral.

As soon as he was close enough, Rafe reached for you, pulling your body tight into him. Your head landed on his chest and the sobs came moments later. God, he always smelled the same. He just let you cry, holding you close, smoothing his hand over your hair.

“I know you’re selling your grandma’s house but I was thinking you could stay with me for the summer," he said as your tears began to slow. It was hard to imagine that you wouldn't return to the Outer Banks once school let out. It was the first week of May already and you could feel the tourist-attracting town waking up. But selling the house just made more sense. Your older sister was already living her life in New York, a real adult life. Next summer, you'd be moving out too, headed to college. The house would sit empty for eight months out of the year, your family couldn't keep it and your uncle certainly didn’t want it. Selling it just had to happen.

You stepped back, slipping out of his embrace. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Rafe.”

“Why not?”

“Cause we’re like Romeo and Juliet.”

“I copied Cleo’s notes for that unit," he joked, trying to lighten to damp mood. “Plus I was never a fan of Leo DiCaprio so I didn’t finish the movie either.”

“It means we’re not supposed to be together, you and me. And whenever we try, the universe rips us apart. We hurt each other.”

Rafe shifted awkwardly on his feet, clearly wanting to reach for you again but stopping himself from doing it. “But I can't lose you.”

You reached your hand out, brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen in front of his eyes. “Oh Rafe, don’t you get it? You never really had me.” You stood up onto your tiptoes to kiss him just like you had the first time three years ago. Rafe barely parted his lips, kissing you back gently. Your hand cupped his face, your thump stroking over his cheek. It was a goodbye. Both of you knew it. It was an ending and this was your closure. You pulled away, your hand falling away from his face.

You couldn’t bring yourself to say the actual words. Your eyes fell to the ground. You needed to walk away now. You side-stepped Rafe but he grabbed your waist, turning you back around to face him.

“So that’s it? You’re not even gonna try to fight for us?”

“What even is there to fight for, Rafe? I’ve been fighting for us for the past four years. If we were supposed to be together that car wouldn’t have crashed into ours, I wouldn’t have fallen for Evan when I did, we wouldn’t be having this conversation at my Nonna’s funeral. What? Are we supposed to do long distance for all of college? I hardly know who I am right now. I have no idea who I’ll be in the next four years. Our future selves might not even like each other. I’m not gonna wait around for you Rafe and I would never ask you to do that for me.” You twirled the small, star charm between your fingers, a nervous habit you'd developed over the past year. His eyes dropped down to your neck momentarily and his adam's apple visibly bobbing as he swallowed his next weeks.

“You were it for me, you know. I tried to give a fuck about anyone else but I couldn’t get your gorgeous, stupid face out of my mind. I only wanted you.” Rafe paused gauging your reaction “I was falling in love with you.”

Your eyes wandered over his stoic expression. “The feeling was mutual, Rafe Cameron.”

He dropped your wrist but you both stood, not moving or saying anything. “Do you wanna walk me back to the car?”

“Yeah.” He reached for your hand, interlocking your fingers. Your other hand held onto his bicep so you walked together through the graveyard back to the parking lot.

The moment felt precious and delicate, like the fragile china your Nonna used to collect. You wondered what would happen to all that china.

Rafe placed a chaste kiss on your lips before opening the door of the car.

“I’ll miss you,” you said, the words hanging in the air meaning so much.

“Me too,” Rafe agreed.

You wanted one more kiss, one more passionate declaration of how much this all had meant but that would make leaving Rafe so much more impossible.

You climbed into the car, dropping Rafe’s hand in the process.

“See you around Cameron.” You knew it wouldn’t happen but it felt better than a goodbye.

He smiled back. “Maybe so.”

Perhaps Rafe was right and you’d both end up at a small liberal arts college in California taking the same second-year Econ class with a professor who always smelled like weed. Perhaps the stars would align and two of you would realize the universe wasn’t trying to keep you apart. It was just waiting for the right moment to show you that the love you had for each other was the soulmates, forever and ever kind of love. Perhaps you would get married and Sarah would be your maid of honor, of course. You’d buy back your Nonna’s house to raise your troubling-making kids in. Perhaps, you would find your way back and wake up each day and choose each other again and again.

Or perhaps, he'd always be your right-person-wrong-time. And, in the end, the passing days will steal away your memories of the blue-eyed boy from the Outer Banks.

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bellaslilpapercut · 4 years ago

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Oh boy New Moon! I've got some Thoughts a brewin' babey:

1. Smeyer: you do not need to remind your audience what happened last book, they aren't stupid. Imagine if SC started catching fire with ANOTHER explanation of what the hunger games are and that's the vibe of the first chapters of new moon. We remember james, we know what vampires are, we know that Bella is white, stop reminding us!

2. Bella has the worst self esteem of all time. Every bad thing that has happened to her since the Van Incident has been Edward's fault but she still blames herself and idk if this is Intentional Insecurity or if smeyer is protecting edward's "character" or both but gdamn it's depressing.

3. The reason I said Jasper was Inconsistently Written jumped out at me again. Smeyer dedicated a whole paragraph to pointing out how terrible jasper is at the diet or whatever but in the guide, smeyer tells us jasper actively tried to starve himself in the past because of how difficult his gift made feeding. He was one of only two Cullens to show bella empathy, he smelled her blood before, why does he attack her? The weakness of this decision is pointed out in the exposition: if it really were likely that Jasper would attack Bella, she wouldn't have needed a superfluous paragraph dedicated to telling us how bad he is at self control. If the story had convinced us of that beforehand, we would have believed the attack without the addendum.

4. The party is my least favorite part of the whole series and I will die on this hill: edward should have attacked bella. Bella should have tripped into something glass and edward should have lost it because he tasted her blood before and couldn't help himself. That way: edwards self loathing makes sense and he's forced to recon with his superiority complex from the ending chapters of twilight AND bella's self blame makes sense. A vamp who was able to starve himself before he even heard of the cullens should not have lost it around someone he spent days in close quarters with, building rapport and friendship. Edward got too high and mighty after he fed from Bella in Twilight, that should have had real consequence.

5. The writing is getting a little better as we near Edward leaving. "Better" isn't a good word actually but it's getting closer to the prose in twilight (which was flowery and annoying but at least it didn't constantly feel like being spoonfed exposition every paragraph). Hm wrote this blurb while I was still on chapter 3 and the vibe of being spoonfed reminders has not really dissipated lmfao.

We remember Sam Uley, smeyer, you introduced him four chapters ago. Just quick question: did anyone proofread this?? I think it's fair to say: when she isn't reminding us of things that we remember the prose is more similar to twilight. A little annoying but interesting enough to forgive the errors (or at least move past them easily enough lol).

6. I'm on chapter 8 now (I'm gonna break this up into three parts so I don't forget stuff like I did during the twilight reread) and there's a very heavy Vibe that smeyer is setting Jake up to be a parallel for twilight-era Bella. This line here is a pretty clear parallel for Bella telling Edward not to hold his breath in Twilight when he tells her she might get tired of him.

7. This line here "almost happy in a shallow kind of way" really jumped out. What Bella's narration says about Jacob versus her conversations with him (and her one paragraph about his happiness being effortlessly contagious) are at odds. It doesn't read like shallow happiness when she's with Jake. However, Smeyer is also a bad writer, she thinks the story she's telling us is literally what the narration says and not what the action shows and I think she realizes this in Eclipse (but obviously I'm not there yet so I can't say for sure).

8. I really can't get over the drop in writing quality. I know that she had already mostly finished Forever Dawn by the time Twilight was published (or was halfway done, I think her website said she had over 300 pages of forever dawn complete when she found out Twilight was getting published). I think the writing quality really reveals that she was not prepared to write New Moon. It's sloppier than Twilight in a way I'm not able to articulate (by that I mean I personally have a more intuitive than technical understanding of grammar and syntax so I don't have the language to break down the differences). Twilight itself is ripe with technical errors and plot errors and awkward exposition so it's not an overt drop in quality but I think it very much reads like a rushed writing job. She was committed to forever dawn, her publishers wanted New Moon, it shows.

9. I think New Moon was when I first started physically editing my copies of the saga lol. Even reading it now I'm so tempted to open up a word document and cut half of the useless shit out and fix all the grammatical mistakes. I can't even talk shit because I am also a comma-abuser but I hoped an editor would at least catch the errors before publishing. Guess not! Brevity is very clearly not meyers strong suit and this would have been a much stronger sequel if she had been able to reign herself in a bit. New Moon isn't supposed to be as narration heavy as twilight, there's already more action in the first seven chapters than the there was in the first 19 of twilight but she always delivers exposition via awkward dialogue or Bella's narration. Again, we already got a lot of the exposition in twilight, we know how vampires work et cetera. You can show us how bella feels instead of making her tell us and the story would run a lot more smoothly.

10. I'll end on a nice note! Little treat!

This is my favorite part of the book so far. I whited-out the useless dialogue tag because the line reads better without it ( line originally ends with "I emphasized" but she could have been brief and just ended the dialogue with an exclamation point for the same effect). The dialogue is natural and shows the J/B relationship that lives in my head way better than anything else I've seen on the page at this point. Like, I literally love this line more than any dialogue that preceded it (including twilight) lol.

#new moon reread #its taken me so long to get through these first chapters because its physically painful lmfao #i think when jacob comes in it gets more enjoyable if im remembering correctly #though im sure the writing quality will be equal to twilight at best #i wish anyone else in the world had written jacob black #everything about his character from the jump has been to serve bella's story #and everything about bella was to serve edward #i think i will write a meta on that eventually

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maldito-arbol · 3 years ago

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Of course, my raw unfiltered reactions copy pasted directly from my notes app <3

CMTO CHAPTER 1 BABYE

WELL THIS IS OFF TO A TRUMENDOUS START, Sashy out here talking about her GFs dying <3

HEART ASKING FOR HELP FUC

“A phrase so close to ‘it’s your fault’” (Sashy out here cutting Strength right where it hurts damn )

“You don’t speak for me! I already said no!”

“You’re gonna shut up and do what they tell you. Heart is asking us for help, and you’re choosing to be selfish in the moments that matter most? Child, leash your gem.”(u know strength I’m sorry but she does have a point, if Heart is asking for help then they *definitiely* need it and also if u don’t help and Anne dies Sasha is going to fucking HATE you for it)

“That’s it . I'm sick and tired of you lot shoving me into different bodies without getting my okay first! I won’t be pressured into—”(agshfjajag oh yeah throw back to the last time Strength got thrown into someone else’s body damn. Come on Marce u gotta ask about this shit)

‘Last time one of us took more than one gem, Marcy died.’ (Incredible counter point Sasha Marcy did in fact die last time, what is the plan here)

“That’s because your vessel kept trying to take more and more of Strength without bothering to notice how it was tearing her apart. Per usual.” (“As per usual” what the fuck, is that a jab at Marcy or a jab at Wits vessels i feel like it’s the second but that doesn’t make much sense to be a shit about it to them for)

“You’re not our keeper anymore” (ANYMORE WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN ANYMORE- IS THAT WHY ITS AT THE TOP OF THE STACK)

“Remeber when we used to hold hands like this? Just the four of us.”(FOUR? Theees a FOURTH?)(wiat shiy does she mean four as in Wit Strength Wits Vessel and Strengths vessel yeah probably)

Not me thinking that leaf is some minor symbolism for Anne fuck

Agahdjaggagd Sashy in this boat with me

‘from the looks of it she thinks he must be used to falling asleep on a human. He must be used to Anne, her mind adds.’(Fucking OW fuck why Mal )

She hopes Andrias wakes up in agony. (We may be divided on our opinions on Strength, but everyone can agree that Andrias deserves to wake up in painful terrible agony(except for maybe Heart but they’re busy keeping Anne alive they don’t get a say <3))

He clears his throat again. “The frogs also uh, wiped up the blood from the floor—they figured none of you would be able to stomach it.”

Sasha shudders at the thought. ��That was nice of them.” (Once again Sashy and I on the exact same page with the things we say)

“It’s not about whether or not you can, but whether or not you should,” (fucking called it guess me and Grime be vibing now)

Been a while since but the line about Marcy now being “as weak as us[Strength and Sasha] now” is bothering me. what? is Strength so much weaker than the other two that Marcy’s body being as battered as it was AND missing part of Wit only just brings them down to the level Strength sits at constantly? Geez

Oh there is SO going to be a thing where Marcy or Anne(I’m thinking Marcy) does the whole bitter “sure, your magisty” thing when Sasha tries to get them to not do something or does something they don’t want because she wants to protect them

Strength out here being power hungry as fuck????

Marcy blinks twice, seems to remember herself, and then shakes her head. “Oh—sorry. Hi, Sash.” It’s a mumble that doesn’t sound right, and Olivia places a hand on her back in confusion. “Witney’s been really noisy all day.”

“My frog, your gem too?” Sasha’s almost relieved she’s not the only one. “I swear, Strength can’t shut up for five minutes—” and she realizes. Smiles slyly. “…‘Witney’?”

Marcy mirrors her expression. “Just a nickname I came up with. We’re starting to get along a little.”

(YES YES I REMEMBER SAYING THIS WOULD BE SO FUNNY YES WITNEY MY BELOVED <3)

“Captain, with all due respect, we’re 13–“

“…and the Toad Lords don’t know that, so you’d best keep your mouth shut about it,”(afshfjagFgahd “sir that’s a child” “shut the fuck up” )

“It’s not so scary once you get used to it. Like with every other task that seems daunting at first—eventually, it becomes a mundane routine.”(STRENGTH??)(has it done this before???? Bro?? The gems have to have had vessels before Andrias and co. Then otherwise Strength never would have been in power like that, it would have always been Heart.)

“So that’s where you pulled that speech from,” Grime mutters. “I knew it was too smart for you.” (Oh grime really takes any and all chance to just tear Sashy to the ground huh)(I am reminded of “how did you end up that the bottom of the [relationship] heirachy? Wait no that makes sense”)

Sasha thinks she notices some of Marcy’s drawings framed on the walls—she’ll never forget her girlfriend’s style. (Crying sobbing screaming they’re SO CUTE WHAT THE FUCK)(WAIT I DIDNT NOTICE THAT SAID FRAMED THE FIRST TIME NOOOO THEYRE SO FUCKING CUTE * sobs *)

“It’s so loud ,” it complains in a near whimper. “What in the hell did you do to me?”(WHAT WHAT WHAT IS TJSI WANT U MEANT BUT U ALREADY KNEW THE FINAL LINE WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT IS GOING ON STRENGTH WHAT HUH PLEASE WHAT)

You ever just sit and think about the fact that Sasha has watched both of her girlfriends die?????? SERIOUSLY.

Heart asking for Help Heart asking for Help honestly my FAVORITE development, can u imagine getting so attached to ur baby gay human vessel that u show some humility to the ppl in ur life that u treated like garbage and pretended u gave no fucks about for as long as u have existed.

YEAH SHE REALLY DID. Hold on I need to go dig up this one message I sent to Kasey when I was showing them that line cause the way I put it—

WHEEZE

See this is one of those scenarios where like it’s 100% unfair that Strength is being forced into this position that it really really does not want ever again, but it’s also 100% within Sasha’s right to be mad that it doesn’t wanna take one for the team to save Anne’s life. It’s the exact kind of situation that’s perfect for setting up that friction between them and it’s only going to get worse when i elaborate later—

To give Marcy the benefit of the doubt, she didn’t KNOW they were sentient beings when she tried stealing Strength, but yeah no it’s still a fucked up scenario especially when you pause to realize that it. REALLY hurts the gems too.

Haha yeah remember when Marcy died? Will NEVER stop bringing that up :)

All I’m gonna say about this is there’s a reason the Humility lesson is so important in Wit’s vessels.

Ohhh hmmmmmm WONDER what Heart could mean by that, when’s the first time we heard the word ‘keeper’ used prominently? (Hint: go back to PMIT) ((it won’t give u the exact answer to this one but it’ll give u ideas to work with >:3))

Four of us Four of us Four of us!! Thank youuu for pointing that line out hehehehe but nope I’m not explaining this one to u

Sasha sure as hell sees that as a bad omen (it’s a LEAF, Sash, leaves turn brown and CRUNCHY especially when you’ve had one clipped in ur hair for like two weeks straight oh my god—)

*thinks about the s1 outro where Sprig falls asleep on Anne* *starts crying*

I’m gonna make Andrias suffer so much that’s a PROMISE.

OH YEAH THAT LINE WAS A CALLBACK TO THIS ONE:

Marcy shakes herself, whisking both Yunan’s arms off her as she steps backward. “Okay, okay, I hear you, General. I know we can definitely pull it off, but that’s…a given.” It’s not about whether or not I can, but whether or not I should. How am I supposed to explain that to her? “I think the first thing we should consider before we do this is—”

Hmmmmmmmm maybe there’s some kinda parallel going on here :)

Strength is. Not very strong. Like at all. I mentioned before that Strength and Wit are able to improve on their weaknesses based on the strengths of their vessels BUT there is absolutely a limit and you’ll notice someone is being stretched quite thin trying to handle it,,, and Wit’s a lot more powerful than you think; she just doesn’t frequently get to USE her power oops

Oh you’re gonna have fun w chapters 2 and 4.

GLAD WE ADDRESSED WITNEY NOW I CAN PROCEED TO REPLACE HER NAME W HER NICKNAME IN EVERY SCENE EVER

A Child. NO—

REALLY enjoying these reactions of pure horror going on w you guys :)

Grime will tease Sash FOREVER and I will not stop.

Headcanon created and CANON IN MY FIC AT LEAST

OH YEAH I had that line jotted down at the bottom while trying to figure out what the FUCK to do with the last scenes and man am I glad I did. That’s exactly the kind of whatthefuck cliffhanger that fucks w you guys and feeds my evil schemes

Hehehehehehe another one down *rubs hands evilly* gonna go take a shower and come back and work on more

#ask mal #CMTO #long post #WHEW this is giving me a workout

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hannya-writes · 4 years ago

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Hihihi! I know it's kinda crazy and I just found your acc but I was LITERALLY thinking about a Marvel-SVU crossover and found yoooooou. I mean... The algorithm lead me to you. It's ✨ Destiny ✨ haha So I was wondering if you could write something Marvel-SVU kinda with Carisi x reader (i don't know if you watch agents of shield) where reader has to go UC for Shield and falls in love with him and he finds out she's Shield etc. I don't know if I'm making any sense rn I'm just really happy I found you. And now I sound creepy but it's already too late and I'm sending this.

Dear @lapaquerette : I do not watch Agents of shield, but I did my best! I swear I did! 😭 you totally made sense! But I feel like there's part of this story that are not so good, anyways~ let's get to the story!!

Title: Don't Tell anyone

Fandom: MCU and Law and order SVU

Pairing: Sonny Caruso x Reader

Other characters: no, I think no

Category: romance

Warnings: this doesn't have a happy ending bc I'm bad writing those! This is long I think.

Author's note: for a moment I thought of making this a serie, but my head couldn't stand it! I don't feel like I can picture Carisi in the right way so probably he's going to be very OOC. Also I'm not supper proud of this because I literally did what I wanted with the time line, Captain America: Winter Soldier happens in 2016 however Caruso es ADA in 2020 if I'm not wrong but in this case the events of winter soldier happen in 2020. Also there's like 2 years of difference btw WS and Civil War, and I tried my best! To make everything fit, but you know, you can kick my ass in comments.

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The mission was supposed to last just a couple of days. Y/n had to pose as an assistant to the Junior ADA's why did they need assistance she didn't know, but when Nick fury assigned her there she just didn't dared to ask.

"Find out what's going on there" he had said as if it was a life or dead situation.

Pepto. That's what happened. High expectations was the other thing happening. The Junior ADA's where being pressed, running towards death case by case.

It was boring, the first two days Y/n had played "who's the jerk of the room?" She had found more than one, stress made that to people. Who cares about cordiality when they had to put people in jail? The answer was Dominic "Sonny" Carisi.

Sonny never yelled or snapped at people, he always asked nicely about papers, he said "Good Morning" and "thank you". He was a gentleman, a knight in a shiny armor. He made funny jokes even when he was struggling with a case.

Y/n had felt a weird desire to help him after just one encounter. The puppy eyes, she reasoned. After that day when he was in court she appeared there, sat and suddenly the people being cross-examined poured the truth without control or bursted in fit of rage confessing everything. She wasn't making something bad, she was helping, which she was supposed to do. No one was going to link her to those incidents. No one knew what she could do.

— copies, now — one of ADA's order her and she almost pushed the asshole and told him to do it himself, it was only a copy machine, he only had to push a button! However, Y/n was a trained spy, she had control over every muscle in her face to not make a disgusted expression at the tall and skinny man. 63 ways to kill him appeared in her head in a second.

— Sure thing — she said in a gently tone, entertaining her mind in the more horrible ways to deal with Tommy.

Tommy Parish, a bully in and out of court, linked to the Irish Mafia. He thought he was a big fish, prepotent but surprisingly brilliant. He was like a weasel. He wasn't that important. Shield wasn't interested by his night activities. They thought there was something else, something more important. Y/n didn't think so. The more interesting thing there was...

— Oh, Sorry didn't meant to...— Sonny said as he almost hit Y/n with the door.

— my fault, I was standing here like a creep — she took the guilt with a sheepish smile.

— A penny for your thoughts — he said as he walked outside and Y/n instinctively followed, as she usually followed after director Nick Fury,

— I think I'm being punished — she said while walking aimlessly, if Sonny had walked in the male restroom she would have probably followed him blindly.

— punish? For what? Did Tommy said something mean to you again? — the blond man sounded concerned and for Y/n it was refreshing, people around her tended to be more defensive around her than being worried about her well being.

— no! I think Tommy is warming up to me — Y/n said proudly — it's my umm... Dad, he send me to live here and I think is because he is mad at me —

There was a small silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable.

— why would he be mad? You are amazing! — Sonny sounded so positive and brilliant, he always seemed to have that aura around him, even in the worst cases. Y/n noticed it, and worried her when he started to lose his shine.

— in my last job, I made a mistake and people got hurt — the confession was sincere. She wasn't lying, she was omitting that those people didn't just "got hurt", they died. She had killed them.

— You are human, humans make mistakes — he said stopping in front of an embellished door. — talk later? — he asked and Y/n nodded with a smile.

•••

After a month everything still was normal. No conspicuous action, no weird people. Y/n wondered why was she there? Was she really being punished by Fury? She had made a mistake, she had chose to save a person, she couldn't know that the objective was going to detonate the whole place. She couldn't read every single thought, her brain would melt if she even tried.

— Sorry, I need to... — said Sonny pointing at the copy machine, y/n blushed for being caught spacing out, again for the 4 time in a week

— I'm so sorry, allow me — y/n extended a hand offering to make the copy for Carisi.

— don't worry, I can push a button — he said making her smile and feel weird.

— please Mr. Carisi, let me be of help — she offered tilting her head a little bit, Sonny found that little action distracting and cute enough to give her the papers he needed to copy.

He saw her move, she was so elegant even just making copies.

— thank you — he told her sighing exhausted.

— don't worry Mr. Carisi, I'll do this, get it in a folder and get it back to you, why don't you go rest your eyes a bit? — she asked with a smile, noticing his tired demeanor

— I'll do it, if you start calling me Sonny — he negotiated and she laughed whole heartedly — come on, everytime you call me Mr. Carisi I feel like you are talking to my father —

— fine, you got yourself a deal — she offered her hand and he took her in his bigger one. Sonny felt asleep with the sound of the copy machine working.

— Sonny, Sonny — Y/n soft voice took him out of dreamland, he found out in that moment that his Nickname sounded awesome from Y/n lips.

•••

From Sonny's eyes y/n was an amazing woman who was able to help everyone with their tasks, she made copies, keep archives ordered, got everything for everyone. She made time to know all of the junior's ADA's of "her room", she served coffee when needed, got them food, kept clean clothes for them just in case. She was like a mother. Sometimes she even helped them found the info they needed. She made all of that and made it with a polite smile. She had been there for like a year and their interactions where short, but he was head over heels for her.

Why? Because she got a great sense of humor, she was nice, smart, sassy when needed, had an excellent memory, she made the best black coffee he had ever tasted. She never got nervous no matter the circumstances. He didn't understand how or why was she assigned to be the "mother hen" of 7 ADA's, but he was thankful. Some days became better the moment she gave him a smile and he imagined that smile was just for him.

Sonny pinched the bridge of his nose in pain. It was past midnight and he was still in his office, working on papers. Practicing his opening statement.

— the truth... The truth....— he repeated trying to remember the next point of the speach. He grunted frustrated.

— Sonny? — the sudden voice made the attorney jump and Y/n laughed.

— Geez, doll! — he exclaimed surprised — You should use a bell — added more awake than before.

— doll? — Y/n questioned rising an eyebrow, Sonny turned red.

— Sorry, I didn't mean to disrespect you — he quickly apologized.

— you didn't, I actually like it — she admitted — I'll allow it — added in a solemn voice — with a condition councilor, only in private I don't need more gossips going around—

After saying those words, Y/n knew that she was digging her own grave. She liked Sonny.

•••

Y/n looked at her phone horrified. Nick had send her and encrypted message. Which was resumed to: You are free of SHIELD, live the life of Y/n Veith. The life he had created for her, an identity that couldn't be connected to the Spy agency. Y/n Y/l/n had died in what they called something like the purge of Hydra. He didn't needed her. He had died. Captain america had basically destroyed the corrupted SHIELD. This was her life now. She was what? a secretary? An assistant?

She should had fail with SHIELD, she should had been there with Fury, protecting him. But she didn't. She pretended nothing happened and followed his last order to her: live like Y/n Veith.

She went with the flow. Acted like everything was just fine, made a routine, followed it to the last point. Untill one day out of the blue she broke down crying in Sonny's office. He was her friend.

— what happened? — he asked on the other side of the desk, surprised that in the middle of his speech, y/n started crying. The case was difficult, a father died to protect his daughter. The teenager girl had been raped and her father was killed by the rapist. It was way more complicated but, that were the facts.

— sorry, sorry — she said cleaning her face with her hands, Sonny approached and offered her a handkerchief that she took hesitantly. — I lost, I lost him — she stuttered.

Sonny kneeled by her side, took the handkerchief and cleaned her beautiful face.

— I'm so sorry, doll — he said even if he didn't understand, Y/n felt his consternation.

— my father died — she said with a soft voice — my house burned down — she added and Sonny understood, her father adopted her, he had saved her and then lost it all. The case had hit too close to her.

— Come on, we had enough of this case — he decided getting up, taking her hands to get her to stand — I'll take you home — he said and she smiled with sadness.

— I don't want to go to my department — she confessed getting up and Sonny gave her a soothing smile.

— We can go to my place — he offered without a second intention, she nodded and they walked away from the office, Sonny ordered an Uber.

Outside of One Hogan place with a heavy heart, y/n leaned against Sonny and he hugged her while waiting for their ride, and during the ride.

Y/n fell asleep without nightmares for the first time in the 6 months after the dead of Nick. Sonny by her side, over the covers and behind a "wall" of pillows fell asleep with the image of a peaceful Y/n.

•••

Three months later, Y/n entered Sonny's little office, she said a "sorry to interrupt", the blond man stopped writing and turned to her eagerly, he tried to suppress his desire to look into her eyes but he wasn't that good at that.

He hadn't seen her in more than 14 days thanks to his overflow of cases and her being stole by homicides DA, who had discovered she was very good in investing.

She muttered a "what?" In mockery, as if the distance and time hadn't even happened and added a "I got you a donut!". A donut that he had craved since morning but wasn't able to get. He sighed a laugh, sometimes it was as if she could read his mind.

— you are life saver, doll— he sighed in relief taking the donut from her hand.

— Should I get you some coffee? — she asked with that caring tone that made him feel special.

— I would love that — he accepted as she merrily went to the coffee machine and poured him a cup and then a glass of water.

Sonny wondered about where did those pretty and elegant glasses came from, have they always been there? She left a bag in the table and walked back to him. He pretended to be working but it was hard to act when she was walking towards him with that dark red pencil skirt that hug perfectly the curb of her hips, the black blouse making contrast, hanging a bit loose over her torso.

— thanks doll — he said when she put the coffee and water in a corner of the desk, he looked at her with a smile — water? — he asked with a joking tone, y/n nodded

— yes, sir — she said in the same joking mood — I took an account of the caffeine you ingest by day, this could be dangerous for your health, so for every cup of caffeine, one of water — she explained with as much confidence as a lawyer making an opening statement.

— are you worried about me? — he was almost flirting, she blushed even if they sometimes flirted a bit.

— I worry about all of you — she pointed out and gave a mischievous smile that made Sonny blush.

— thank you, doll — he quipped with a smile, she smiled back and walked away to Parish desk, the man sat there looked down to his papers as Y/n put a bagel by his hand.

Sonny noticed how Tommy's ears got as read as a tomato and turned to look at her with adoration, the same look the other ADA's got everytime she was near. He had seen how things slowly changed with Y/n presence, at first they were rude, condescending, then they realized that she was excellent in her work. She had saved all of them more than once with little actions.

Y/n had a charming aura and some men in the office had asked her out, Tommy included, but she always turned them down, with an excellent excuse. "I'm seeing someone".

Carisi wondered who. Who was she dating?

•••

— Coffee — she announced as she took a folder and put it carefully away.

Sonny smiled and suddenly thought of Y/n lie about she seeing someone. She had never tell him about her boyfriend, he thought of all of those slice of life moments they had, the banters they have, the many times she had helped him. The times she would stay in his apartment so she wouldn't be alone.

Was he the person she was seeing?

— do you have plans for tonight? — he asked abruptly and Y/n looked at him surprised.

— I got a date with my bed, but I can reschedule — she offered with a smile, she could rest later, she had to enjoy every moment with Sonny.

— do it, I'll take you to a wonderful place — He said with all of his confidence, she giggled — after work? — she nodded contently.

— It's a deal — she said before walking away with a big smile in her face.

Sonny felt stupidly happy. It was him. She was dating him unofficially.

•••

That night Y/n tried to look as perfect as was possible in work clothes, she had refreshed herself, use a little more of make up. She was excited, she really liked Sonny and had wanted to go on a date with him, no work talk, no solving ways to state a question. She wanted to know him in a more personal way.

They sat in a table of a nice looking bar, a decent one. It wasn't pretentious, they actually served food and not just greasy fast food. She had told him distorted versions of stories with her "family and friends", (since she couldn't talk about her real life and training) like that time her father had taught her how to use a gun for her homework and she discovered she had weak fingers.

She heard about his time as a Police officer, a detective nonetheless! Sargent Benson seemed to be a very empathic person, Detective Tutuola was definitely a funny man, Amanda was for him like one more of his sisters. And Sonny discovered that she was adopted by a man called Nick, Nick Veith he guessed, since he thought that was her real last name.

She had two "adopted" sister and a brother: Maria, Natalie and Clinton. Maria was righteous, Nat was smart and sassy, Clint was funny and sometimes really annoying. Sonny thought he would get along easily with them.

They laughed between stories, they were getting fun untill Y/n felt there was something wrong. Something was about to happen. Something bad.

— Something wrong? — Y/n barely registered Sonny's voice before jumping over him yelling a "get down". A telekinetic wake made the other around people fall to the ground just in time as a rain of bullets came from the broken windows.

Sonny heard the glass breaking, people screaming in panic. Saw the bullets fly over him and the bottles in the bar breaking in slow motion. He had never experienced anything like that. The light weight of Y/n over him. And his monkey mind thought about how right that felt.

There was a "clank" from a gas' bomb, then a flash and a cloud of white smoke. People stood up and started running.

— Y/n — Sonny pulled her to see her face, he thought she would be scared, paralyzed from fear. However, when he saw her face there was no fear, she seemed confused, puzzled. — come on, we have to move —

Y/n was thinking the same, but she didn't know what was the right move: defend everyone there using her not-so-human powers? Run away and pretend to be a delicate woman, scared of the situation?

— doll? — Sonny sounded worried and in almost panic, a switch turned as boots hit the floor of the bar.

— Stay behind me — Y/n said with confidence getting up, feeling the presence of 8 people surrounding them, circling them. — and... — she looked at Sonny worried — don't get scared — she pleaded softly.

— Y/n Y/l/n surrender yourself — someone yelled and the woman felt her skin crawl, she hadn't hear her name in more than a year. It sounded good.

— is this about the accords? — She thought, aware of the Sokovia accords and what they proposed. She hadn't signed them. No one was supposed to know about her, her powers, she hadn't expected the government to notice her.

Nat? Clint? Maybe Maria had told them.

— That's right, put your hands in the air — the man ordered in a shout. Y/n closed her eyes and closed her hand in a thigh fist, making the fog disappear.

— Sorry, I can't do that— she confessed pushing the man with telekinesis. — I'm not a weapon you can use —

A new row of bullets flew towards Y/n and Sonny. A bright green light appeared in her eyes and all of the bullets stopped in the air, traces of the same light that made Y/n shine seemed to contain the little bullets like tendrills, the bullets turned in the air pointing at the squadron that was attacking her

— Y/n, no! — Sonny made her react, the tendrills disappeared and the bullets fell useless to the ground as the woman turned to see the Attorney.

— Sonny, sonny — she stuttered worried— no, no, no, no, I would never hurt them, I'm not a monster, I'm not! — she said almost in panic,not because of the attack but for the ideas Sonny could get.

Sonny saw the green and now red light form an eyes over Y/n, then monsters from nightmares formed from the light, monsters like dogs, with skulls covering the hideous animals with blood dripping from their snouts, bodies wet with a black substance. The animals roared and jumped to defend them.

Y/n saw fear in Sonny's eyes. She recognized it, a bright tendril started to form in the exact point of her heart, the fear taking form in her presence. Her hand squished the light over her chest, stopping something else to form.

He didn't know what to say. Carisi knew about the avengers, the new york incident had affected his work, he had saw everything about "ultron", he was informed about Tony Stark and the avengers every move. But he didn't know what was he supposed to say? "Sign the accords" was what he wanted to say. It was selfish for him to ask that, he couldn't do it.

— doll, you're not a monster— he finally found his own voice to say that. — but you have to go —

— Sonny, I... — the ADA put a strand of hair behind Y/n ear taking her by surprise.

— If you don't mind, I'll like to kiss you — he said making her blink in disbelief.

— yes please...— she said and Carisi smiled brightly, his large hand caressed her cheek and softly leave a tender kiss in her soft lips. It barely lasted more than a second. When Carisi opened up his eyes, everything was back to normal. Like a couple of minutes ago, right before the shooting.

In the table was a note: "Don't tell anyone" he recognized Y/n writing. He wondered if everything had been a dream, a hallucination. A part of him told him that no, that couldn't be his imagination. Y/n had left.

#law and order special victims unit #marvel fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #reader insert #marvel #sonny carisi #sonny carisi x reader #sonny x reader #sonny carisi x y/n #sonny carisi x you #ada sonny carisi #requested #law and order svu

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scarletbluebird13 · 4 years ago

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hii! I was searching through the masquerade kiss tag and saw you're new,so I guess I wanted to somewhat welcome you!?I'm a bit of a lurker tho,so I'm doing it as an anon oop,and as for requests,maybe something fluffy for kazuomi x mc?the general theme doesn't really matter that much but they lack that kind of content. thank you for your time!

Care to Dance with Me?

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Pairing: Kazuomi x MC

Tags: Fluff

Word count: 1048

A/N: Hiya nonnie! Thanks for the welcome! :D *internally screams in bliss that the tags are working* also oh my god i copy + pasted the fic on here, and when i did the format of your ask got all screwed up, so i hope when I post it’s not that screwed up?? still learning aha ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I welcome you to lurk to your heart’s content (as time passes, I hope to keep uploading stuffs xx)! god knows lurking was all i did my first year on tumblr oop- Yess, I can definitely understand the lack of fluff content for that particular title 😳Thank you for the ask, and sorry this took a bit long! Hope it’s to your liking :) :

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Sleep’s gentle song slowly wore off. Every second of it is slipping away - like the grains of sand slipping down an hourglass - and I can do nothing to stop it. I’ll try to get back to sleep. Never know when my next mission will be -- and how often do I get a full night’s rest anyway? That turned out to be a fleeting, hopeless thought. As it happened, when I tried to move my arms, I felt a strong weight preventing me from doing so.

Crap! What’s that?!

A sudden burst of energy fills my body and my instincts as an agent taking over; I jerk my head to look around, to which I find the culprit, arms.

That’s when I remembered where I was, and my body relaxed once more. Raven Resort Tokyo. Kazuomi’s living room - annnd it’s date night.

To the left, the tv glares. The movie Kazuomi and I were watching is still playing - I must’ve fallen asleep at some point.

The scene changes and now the two main characters are in a ballroom illuminated by some golden light - the dancing scene, my favorite. The actress’s dress is beautiful - it flatters her figure, a simple, pretty design covers it, but does not dominate: it’s clear she is wearing the dress, the dress is not wearing her.

I love this movie - I’ve wanted to see it with Kazuomi too, afterall, Tom Cruise is in this movie, it’s the one he made his debut in. Eager for my fictional love to enter the frame, I hear a little chuckle overhead.

“Finally wake up?”

A bit startled but not surprised by the voice, I see Kazuomi smirking above me.

“You were knocked out for at least 40 minutes. You must be tired after that mission. I thought of turning off the movie, but I figured you’d take my head if I stopped watching the movie the only other man you love happens to co-star in.”

“You’re not wrong.” I reply to Kazuomi’s snarky reply.

“Do you like this scene?” He asks, after momentarily chuckling and fixing himself so that he protects me from the battering cold air in his living room, hugging me to his chest.

“It’s a cute one.” No way am I going to admit to Kazuomi that I like this sort of cheesy stuff - especially not that I savor this particular scene and treasure this movie, it being the only one in Tom Cruise’s carrier where he takes on such a cheesy role.

“I bet you know it by heart.” He smirks.

“Shut up. Tom just came on screen.”

“‘Tom?’”

“You heard what I said.”

“Have you ever met him? If you haven’t then you can’t be on a first-name basis with him.”

He knows damn well I haven’t met Tom Cruise. Deciding to let him suffer in my silence, and thoroughly annoyed he was beginning to talk over Tom’s lines, I watch the screen before us.

Kazuomi suddenly gets up - groaning as he does so - nearly letting me fall. Stripped from his comforting heat, I felt the numbing coolness of the room, tiny goosebumps littering my arms.

“What?” I ask, looking at him now standing in front of me, holding out one hand.

“M’lady. Care to dance with me?” He asks, gazing tenderly at me. He’s a couple lines behind Tom. He’s trying to follow the script.

“I’d be honored.” I say, failing to fight the smile tugging at my lips. I reach out and place my hand in his, grateful to be feeling the warmth of his palm. Gently pulling me to my feet, he wraps his free arm around my waist, pulling me close.

“You look….stunning.” His arms are around me, we’re close. Nearly eye to eye. I’ve seen this scene so many times I know the choreography by heart - and what we’re doing now isn’t part of the choreography.

Kazuomi’s pulling a different kind of dance right now. A waltz.

Does he think I can’t keep up with him? I’m an agent - I have to be prepared for every situation, remember?

He smirks a bit - the bastard.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” I reply, with that same smirk smudging his otherwise perfect face.

All the same, I’m truly grateful for this moment.

Kazuomi may be a cunning, arrogant, charismatic, dangerous idiot most of the time, but he’s also soft, gentle, and adorable. It’s evident in this very moment -

Just now, he let me sleep when he knew I was exhausted, letting me use him as my pillow, and wrapping his arms around me - tight enough to protect me against anything in the world; he supported me and kept me warm when I sat up; he’s watching this movie with me because he knows my favorite actor is in it; his touch around my waist is excruciatingly tender, and he’s got a warm, glowing look in his eyes - it’s like I’m all he sees right now and I’m all he’ll ever see.

“I’ll be your Tom Cruise.” He whispers, his voice soft. Saying this at a barely audible level, as if saying it any louder would soil its purpose - evidently, sealing the promise’s failure, securing my fate. A blind little wish. A wish I could never have - and that’s okay. Because if I had to choose between having Tom Cruise and Kazuomi Shido...I’d pick Kazuomi a thousand times over.

“But you’re already my target.” Hoping he gets the meaning behind those words, I stare him right back in the eye, doing my best to show him I genuinely mean it.

“There’s nobody else I’d rather have on my case.” I had thought it was impossible for his eyes to get any softer, for him to look any cuter, for my love for him to exceed that belonging to Tom Cruise - yet here we are. And here I hope we’ll stay here forever.

There we sway, softly, side-to-side, holding each other, and looking into one another’s eyes - in the dead of night, tucked away in Raven Resort Tokyo, inside Kazuomi’s living room. Benevolently dancing to the song playing in the movie, illuminated by its soft golden and blue hues, whispering promises back and forth, stretching this fleeting moment of serenity and pure love for as long as we dare to hope.

#masquerade kiss #mass kiss #mas kiss #fluff #kazuomi shido #kazuomi #raven resort tokyo #raven resort #voltage #voltage inc #love 365 #love choice #mk #ask #request

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my-robot-heart · 3 years ago

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My fave ones?

🤔 (on an unrelate side-note: you have no idea for just how long I've wanted to use this emoji 😁)

It's hard to list my favorite ficlets of yours without listing all of them... but I'll try 😅

All three (if I counted them right... 😵‍💫) ficlets with drunk!Red and the one with drunk!Lizzie (seriously, where are his pants? 😆😏) are definitely up there with the one about the glasses (because I wholeheartedly agree: the idea of Red wearing glasses but being a little self-conscious about it and Liz just loving the sight of him in glasses is precious 🥺),

the blanket one (❝Her hand was holding his, and her thumb was tracing light patterns on his palm. That felt nice.❞ and ❝...She said.., "...Do you need anything?" He shook his head gently. Nothing. He already had her.❞ and ❝She looked slightly more disheveled than he was used to, and he liked it.❞ and ❝She looked at the blanket, now laying on the floor, and back at him. Then her face broke into a smile and she leaned in to give him a gentle hug. "I'm glad you're back to normal, Red."❞ and, of course, "... I heard you call me Raymond" 🥲😭 and the general warm and fuzzy feeling this whole ficlet gives me ☺️),

the short but sweet "- I hate you - Why? I'm lovely" one,

the How To Steal A Million style one (❝"Red. Your knee is jabbing my back," Lizzie said through gritted teeth. He shifted slightly, which brought his elbow into her ribcage. "Better?" He asked. "Sure," she replied.❞ and ❝She shifted her body and he made an oomph sound as her knee found his ribcage. "So sorry," she whispered, hiding a smile. "Quite alright," he said, unconvincingly.❞ and ❝"An hour to kill," he mused. "I can think of several satisfying ways to spend it..." She leaned back against a mop in defeat. "Of course you can."❞),

the breaking the door one (❝"On the contrary, Lizzie," he replied, opening the refrigerator and taking out a sandwich. "I got to see you break down the door and I must say I found it quite... diverting. This sandwich is also tasty." He took a large bite, and offered it to her. "This sandwich? Red that's probably evidence!" She tried to ignore his comment about the hotness of her door busting action. "Mm," he replied, munching a second large bite. "I would say the trip was most definitely not wasted. Let's see what's in the cupboard!" Lizzie shook her head. Why she'd brought him along she'd never know. She opened the cupboard with a shrug. Might as well.❞),

the one where Lizzie realizes she is paralleling what Red did for her when he waited outside the courthouse for her when she was released, yes, of course (🥺 🥺 🥺 ❤️ ❤️ ❤️),

the one where pregnant Lizzie admonishes Red for not taking proper care of himself (because the golden Tom-free 3B AU where Red and Liz are as they were in 3A but also "You can't just follow me around all day at work, and drop off whatever my pregnancy cravings are at night, and not sleep, and not eat, and jet around from place to place doing - whatever the hell you do, and think it's not all going to catch up with you." because that's a very Red thing to do and Liz thing to say and "Now, I'm going to order us some food, and you're going to sit here and eat it with me, actually eat it, Red. And then we are going to sit here and watch reality tv until we get tired, and then we are going to sleep- for a long, long time. And we'll ask Dembe to bring breakfast tomorrow, but not too early, because- we both need a break" because just imagining Liz saying this and them then actually doing this makes me melt and ❝"Don't scare me like that again, okay?" He smiled. "I'll do my best, Lizzie."❞),

the "you need to get some rest." one with dramatically sneezing, suddenly ill Red, who's always got a handkerchief handy and a gentle, loving Liz who stays at home with her sick puppy criminal,

the absolute perfection of the "i didn’t mean the things i said." one,

the "i heard you crying" one (❝"You don't have to leave me, Lizzie," he added, placing a gentle kiss on the very corner of her mouth. "You don't ever have to leave."❞),

the “i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.” one (because Raymond "I don't deserve you, Lizzy" Reddington and Elizabeth "You deserve every single bit of happiness and more, you brilliant fool" Keen are my jam)

the one where Red calms Liz down after she has a nightmare/a panic attack (because of Red breaking a door down because he's that desperate to get to his Lizzy in case she's in danger and Liz ❝caring less about the door and more about the fact that he'd not wanted to wait, in case she'd been in imminent danger❞ but also, on a more personal level, because for me as a person who's prone to having panic attacks and often experienced them alone it's nice to read about Red being there for and knowing just how to calm Liz down)

the “I never stood a chance, did I?” one because oblivious Red who's sad because he thinks that his beloved Lizzy would never return his feelings while she's literally standing in front of him and confessing her love for him is one of my favorite Reds... also, "And I swear to you, if you ever mention Ressler to me again while I'm trying to tell you how I feel about you, I will kill you",

the one where they go shopping (blankets 🥰 and exchanging sympathetic glances with another man who's been forced to carry the bags for his overly-enthusiastic lover 😂),

the “You’re not as evil as people think you are.” one because match-making Dembe is also my jam

and "Hey, stay with me" one because literally everything about this story is perfect, from Red having hallucinations about something happening to Liz (because of course it's one of his deepest, darkest fears) to Liz being desperate to soothe him somehow, anyhow to coconut trunks and red swimsuit (and I also struggled to remain calm after "Are you... an angel?"... especially, after I imagined very vividly Red, in his drugged state, saying it so quietly, so brokenly and, perhaps, just a little bit hopefully because he's just seen the love of his life... get hurt, let's put it that way, but then he hears her voice but she obviously can't be there real and alive and well but she's also his angel, in a way... 🥺 🥺 🥺 😭 😭 😭)

and...

I didn't really keep my promise not to list all of the ficlets, sorry 😆 I just love them all for different reasons!

Also, I absolutely did not open the collection in a new tab so I could reread all these ficlets again and copy and paste some quotes I especially loved... I didn't 😏 (but of course I did)

Sorry for the lengthy ask...

Yours,

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Oh 🍒 anon! Um never a need to apologize for speaking so nicely about a million of my ficlets lol. I feel like you selected the lines I was most pleased with, also, and it reminded me to reread some of them actually because sometimes it's like - I wrote that? It's perfect for me! (Obvi) 🤣

This is such a treasured reply to my question. Thank you so much 💞

#🍒 anon #ask #ficlets #lizzington #tysm

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tcheschirewrites · 4 years ago

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Hey, are you participating in NaNoWriMo? Have you ever? And what was your experience like? I'm considering it but I feel so intimidated because I know I won't be able to commit to it wholeheartedly. Lowering my expectations and pacing myself would seem like the perfect solution but work kills my creative brain cells by the seconds. I wouldn't be surprised if by the end of November I've only written half of page of alien language. Any advice? Also does Nano have to be a new project?

Oh man, Nano. I’m well familiar with Nano, and I’ve participated a few times (to varying degrees of success). This got very long, so I’m putting a cut.

The first time I attempted Nano was in 2006 for my novel Seerking. I had heard about it from a friend who was in an LJRP I was in, and she encouraged me to try it. I was still in high school at the time, and very frankly I did not have the dedication necessary to complete it. I got a lot of worldbuilding complete, but very little writing. I got about two pages of prose, and three notebooks of character and setting history, as well as a fairly detailed outline. I still have all of this.

The second time I attempted was in 2009, for a story that is based heavily on the Iron&Wine song ‘Boy With a Coin’. I got a little bit further, but I got stuck in a few places. I think it’s because my idea was bigger than my life experience, and I also got stuck in a lot of small details. Additionally, my first Word document (where I got about two chapters in?) was destroyed when my laptop’s hard drive just straight gave up on life - I did buck up and rewrite quite a bit, though it didn’t sing quite the same notes, and I have this handwritten copy still. (It’s possible I tried again with this same project the year after? I don’t remember tbvh)

My third attempt was in 2011, about a goverment operative and a faun. This one I got the furthest, and I still have the original handwritten draft and the typed copy. I pantsed this one, 100%. To this day, I still don’t know how this story ends, but I’d love to attempt a rewrite someday.

Then, unfortunately, from around 2012 until Fall of last year, I stopped writing period. I was in a real bad situation, and just didn’t have the energy for anything, let alone a novel. My most recent experience with Nano as an organization was Camp Nano, which is a much looser structure, and it is in May and July. Rather than the hard and fast 50k, you set your own goal when you announce your project.

I can understand your hesitance to participate, honestly. Nano is a beast of a project – to reach the minimum goal of 50k in the 30 allotted days, you have to produce 1667 words of new content every single day. This is approximately 3 pages, maybe a little more – which is a lot when you’re already stressed! And if you miss a day you have to adjust your daily totals for every following day, and the pressure starts to mount! It’s a lot, even if it is only meant to be a neat little challenge (mostly, I’ll cover benefits a bit later).

Now, my recommendations are going to follow two paths: planning, and pantsing. If you are naturally a planner – that is, you like having rough outlines, refined outlines, you like having character data, history, etc – then I recommend you have as much of your novel planned ahead of time before November 1st hits. Whatever notes or files you need to have set aside before you begin writing those first words, have them ready – read over them, refine them, and have them memorized front to back so that you know what your story is meant to be. If you are a natural planner, and you have not done this by today’s date (it’s 30 October where I am), then I do not recommend participating this year because it will stress you the fuck out and you might even make yourself sick.

The other popular option is called pantsing – essentially, you have a rough idea, and you’re flying by the seat of your pants. (This is literally what it is called on the Nano website, by the by – there are badges for it and everything.) If you are a pantser, then I still recommend a little preparation, but of a wildly different degree and type: find your story’s ambiance. If you are a pantser, think about what sparked the idea for your story? Try to put yourself back in the place (emotionally or physically) where you had the most intense version of the idea, and hang onto that feeling with both hands. This is incredibly important, because it will allow you to harken back to that feeling without chasing the high of first being hit by that feeling. If you are a pantser, focus heavily on the feelings you want to evoke with your story, and let your heart guide you.

Now the third option (I know what I said, I lied all right) is if you are a combination planner-pantser; you don’t want to have the rigidity of the outline, but you also like having a little bit of structure, or at least a direction to go in. If you are a combination planner-pantser, I recommend doing very soft preparation for yourself in the week leading up to Nano. So things like building yourself a playlist, maybe doodle what your main looks like in your head, or small details like character names and short dossiers. If you’re able, I recommend coming up with an ending, so you know what the end-goal looks like and you are able to track your story’s completion in your head.

For all three, I would recommend deciding ahead of time how you want to write your novel – are you going to type it up in a word processor (please make so many backups, do not live the heartache that I had to)? Are you going old school and hand writing it? Are you feeling like a boss that day and maybe want to dictate it into an app on your phone? Pick one, and make a dedicated space for your novel. You can mix them up, certainly, but make sure that you are able to consolidate effectively or you’re going to stress yourself out.

Now, you asked whether or not it has to be a “new” project. There are actually a few answers to this, depending on what you mean. Now, if we are to assume that “new” strictly means a brand new, fresh idea that you have just come up with specifically for National Novel Writer’s Month 2020, then the answer is no; it does not. Back in the day, there were a few purists that insisted you had to have a designated project every year, but like most purists, they’re just being assholes about it.

As a matter of fact, it does not even have to be a brand new project that you have not written any words for at all – however, if you do have an idea that you have already written for, you are not permitted to use any of your previous word count toward your goal. This is definitely a no-no. Personally, I’ve tried this, and I found it rough – I liked having the designated project, and I liked the buildup to it.

If you have, though, an idea that you’ve worked over and you are simply ready to start putting words on a page, this, I think, is Nano’s sweet spot.

Now, I know most of this 1000+ answer has been cautioning and reminders that Nano is tough – because, well, it is. It is a huge undertaking, and I feel like every participant has their horror stories to tell about their experience. But I want to reassure you that it isn’t 100% a hard slog to a dreary end; there are so many tools that Nano themselves provide you, as well as user-run communities and workshops, and even some benefits after the fact. These are the things I want to wrap this post up with.

Firstly, no matter how tired or stressed you are, if you register for nanowrimo.org, you’ll begin receiving daily emails from published authors and past participants. These range from silly and tedious, to incredibly comforting. My favorite one, which I cannot remember a lot of specifics from, was from a man who detailed his experience and reassured everyone that the work doesn’t have to be good – it just has to be 50k words. That’s it. You can have typos and errors all over the place, plot holes of all shapes and sizes, and a main character who doesn’t make any sense at all; it doesn’t matter, because the point of the event is simply to finish. Neil Gaiman has also said a time or two that your first draft’s only purpose is to exist. Just get the words out; you can fix them later.

Additionally, when you are completing your profile, you can enter in your location and there are designated forums for participants in your area. In the past, there have been meetups for group-writes and workshops as well, though I imagine they will be more along the lines of Discord calls this year. If you are a social person who needs a pair of eyes to help you work through a scene, Nano’s got your back. They will also send you statistics for your area for the average word count, daily word count, past winners, etcetera. It can sometimes feel like you are very alone during this difficult project, but a lot of these things bring a very human element to the event.

Finally, what comes after you have completed. A lot of these benefits are newer than my time, but I browsed through them when I did my Camp Project. When you complete the goal in the allotted time, you get a neat little badge for your webpage and a printable certificate for the immediate boost of dopamine. But you will also get discounts to some neat shit, like different word processing applications (I got 50% off of Scrivener when I finished Camp), as well as things like The Great Courses, discounts in the swag store, etc. But more than that, there are partnering websites who want to help you on the road to being published. Wattpad is in this group, but I believe also big name publishers (I might have seen Penguin on there at one point) are willing to work with winners to get their works distributed.

All that said, I recommend every writer attempt Nano at least once in their writing career. Even if I personally have not done so stellar in the past, it is a fantastic learning experience for all of the work that goes into producing a novel from start to finish – it forces you to know your limits, and sometimes to overcome them. I don’t think I will be participating this year – I have so many side projects that I want to get done, but I will very likely drop everything to do it next year. I have two novels that are real roughly built up that I could do for this, though, and I would love the dedicated time to spend on them.

#asked and answered jim #red-write-district #writeblr #writing advice #nanowrimo #i'm actually really fond of every nano project i've ever done #even if i didn't finish any of them #i still go back and read them sometimes #and i still have a lot of like plot details in my head for them

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bedlamsbard · 5 years ago

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you've probably been asked this before, but-- thoughts on jedi fallen order? your star wars meta/fic/etc is always my favorite and i'm very interested to hear what you think of the new game!

I liked it a lot!

So, as I’ve said before, I haven’t played it; I watched a playthrough on YouTube about a week or so after it came out, so I’d gotten spoiled for it despite trying to avoid spoilers, and the particular playthrough I watched actually had the sound cut out on two of the big scenes, so that was a disappointment. Watching it rather than playing it means that I definitely missed some things that I’ve seen people mention about it, and I’d like to play it at some point if I can get the tech to cooperate, though that likely won’t be for a while.

I was a little wary about Cal Kestis going in because of the comments that the creators of the game had made about not wanting to have a female/POC/alien main character, but for me Cal was good enough, sweet enough, and interesting enough to overcome that. I really liked how much weight JFO gave to trauma, living with it, and overcoming it, with Cal, Cere, Merrin, Trilla, and the other characters. Obviously the poncho is Peak Star Wars, and BD-1 is very sweet. And I love Inquisitors.

I know JFO has gotten some criticism for being ~yet another padawan survivor story, but Cal is so distinct from either Kanan or Ahsoka that that’s not really how it feels to me, and I think his interaction with Cere, Trilla/Second, and the Ninth Sister really make his story unique compared to the other two. I love the beginning of the game; it’s such strong world- and environment- building, and the strong sense of Cal’s personality really comes through in his introduction (headphones, blasting music, “I’m trash, I’m just not approved trash” -- he’s peak 2019 gen Z, in my millennial POV).

As far as the actual plot goes, it’s *flips hand* pretty much eh. It’s a MacGuffin and there’s no way around that; it’s also revisiting plot points from TCW and the Charles Soule Darth Vader comics. I can understand why Lucasfilm would want to continue to revisit that particular plot point but also, I’m tired of it. As far as JFO goes, the MacGuffin is mostly an excuse for the journey, which was...interesting. There are parts of it I really liked; sorry, my dumb brain loves gladiatorial fights even if that probably wasn’t, like, necessary. Kashyyyk was fun; it’s fun to see Saw Gerrera again even if I’m also kind of like “dude, you haven’t changed your armor in fifteen years?” I enjoyed seeing Dathomir again even if I have mixed feelings about the choices made insofar as the worldbuilding, but Merrin was really wonderful. The Zeffo...I still feel that the Zeffo, aesthetically, belong in Stargate rather than Star Wars; their actual use in the game also felt a bit more Stargate rather than SW, for me? I mean, they’re also a MacGuffin, but I suppose insofar as SW go they’re on the same order as Loo Re Anno’s species from the Han Solo comic or the Rakata from the EU, so not really something that doesn’t have a place in Star Wars.

The Inquisitors. I love Inquisitors. I don’t necessarily love these Inquisitors. I unfortunately got spoiled for the Second Sister’s reveal as Trilla/Cere’s former padawan, which kind of affected how I felt about her, and I’m also in the FB cosplay build group for Second and it’s a little cutthroat, so that affected it too. She’s...fine? Something about her just doesn’t hang together for me, and I can’t quite put my finger on what it is at the moment. The Ninth Sister has such a strong personality from the Darth Vader comics, and while she’s in character between the comics and the game, it also means I was a little taken aback by her abrupt ending. (And I note that it feels a little weird that Trilla gets the name and the tragic backstory and the personal attachment and the not-actually-redemption, but Ninth doesn’t get any of those.) It was also weirdly surreal for me to see the Fortress Inquisitorius, a.k.a. the canon version of the Crucible from Backbone, but tbh I think the decision to put it on another planet/moon(?) in the Mustafar system actually weakened it.

I got spoiled for Darth Vader’s appearance and that was one of the places where the sound cut out on the playthrough I watched, so it didn’t quite have the effect that it probably would have done had I gone into it cold. That said, Cal and Cere should probably be dead; as I’ve seen pointed out, Vader hasn’t been allowed to kill anyone of significance in the new canon, which kind of undercuts him. (The closest he’s come has been Jocasta Nu in the comics.)

All right. The ending. I don’t like the ending. Not because I really thought that Cal and Cere should have refounded the Jedi Order, but because I feel like they put the destruction of the holocron in the wrong place; I think they should have destroyed it to keep it away from Vader. The conscious decision made not to re-found the Order is really uncomfortable for me, especially in light of the way that the new canon has treated the subject over the past couple years. I was talking about this with @reena-jenkins a while back, so I’ll just copy and paste what I said there. (Note that this was back in November, before TROS came out.)

(I’ve cut most of Reena’s responses and a little bit of other conversation we were having.)

So yeah, I have some problems with the ultimate ending decision, but as usual a lot of it comes down to how that intersects with other plot lines that Lucasfilm has done over the past five/six years.

Another thing I kept thinking of throughout the game was something one of the creators said -- either in an interview or at SWCC earlier this year, I can’t remember which, that there was a lot of debate on where to put the hyphen in Jedi: Fallen Order, i.e. that it could have been Jedi Fallen: Order (though title-wise that doesn’t stand up as much). I do like how much emphasis there is on “fallen order” -- the Jedi Order, of course, but also the Nightsisters, the Zeffo, the Inquisitors and Purge troopers as a kind of twisted version of the Jedi and clone troopers, even the structure of the Republic being corrupted into the Empire.

One thing that took me by surprise with JFO was also how much intersection it had with Galaxy’s Edge! Not to the extent that I would have noticed it if I hadn’t already been to Galaxy’s Edge, but having gone and also having the kind of brain that literally just absorbs stuff and then retains it. Like, for example, the Galaxy’s Edge sporks that are now no longer used because people kept stealing them; they’re used in one of the meals on the Mantis. Cal remaking his lightsaber and using the parts you can get at Savi’s got picked up by a couple of news outlets; I think this is actually a bit unfortunate, because they went for the Galaxy’s Edge lightsaber proportions for many of his lightsaber options and in my opinion, those are less elegant proportions than usually seen in Star Wars, so it ends up looking clumsy to me. Another proportion thing that follows Galaxy’s Edge -- the holocron, both Cere’s and the MacGuffin holocron; the Galaxy’s Edge ones seem to be proportionally a bit bigger than the holocrons seen in Rebels and TCW, and the ones in the game follows Galaxy’s Edge rather than TCW/Rebels sizing. The Nightsister zombie crate in Galaxy’s Edge may also be a JFO reference rather than a TCW one, though obviously it could also apply to both.

I really enjoyed the Clone Wars/Order 66 flashbacks, though actually Order 66 was ANOTHER place the sound cut out! I told you that it was the most dramatic reveals where I lost sound! I loved that Jaro Tapal was a Lasat; I also like that, as far as I can tell, some of Cal’s specific movement types (wall-running and his tendency to be like “cool, gonna climb that”) seem to be more Lasat-inspired than other types of Jedi movement we’ve seen before. I really like the design of Jaro’s lightsaber; I remember in the promo I was confused about the fact that it didn’t seem to be proportional to Cal, but of course it’s not! It was made by a Lasat for a Lasat! Order 66 is always such a mess -- and actually, I’m struck by how different Cal’s and Caleb’s experiences of it were? I think one thing that the game made clear to me is how lucky Kanan got, in all ways.

The ending is obviously setting up for a sequel; I don’t really think Cal and Cere should have survived, but it we get a decent sequel out of it I guess I’m okay with it. I know I’m missing details in this review, but I really did enjoy watching it; I liked the characters, I liked the worldbuilding, I think it did some really intriguing things even if I don’t agree with every decision made. (And, selfishly, I like my Inquisition better than the canon one.)

#jedi fallen order #bedlam watches star wars #janeghoulittle #bedlam answers

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septemberlikestea · 5 years ago

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(1/3) About the fanfic commentary post you reblogged, may I suggest: 'Maybe he's allowed to want a different end.' I don't know if you'll have anything to comment about it but I'm taking this opportunity to just rant about this line because aaaaaaah MY GOD. This line is now engraved in my brain. It has flipped my perspective on the DLC's 2 routes. I used to think of Brumm’s route as an added perspective on the Ritual, more lore and food for thought.

:^) i am always happy to make people sad about these two :^)

i’m glad i could... shed some light on how i view the whole deal with ritual vs banishment? brumm’s deepnest monologue, the grimmkin master and nightmare’s poems and grimm himself all point to the fact that the ritual has one ending. it repeats itself. in the howling cliffs, brumm says ‘this once, i would see the ritual fail’, so either someone going out of their way to stop the ritual from being completed is really, really rare, or maybe brumm is the first person to ever do it. which would be fucked up! it’d be really fucked up!!! he cares about grimm so much!!!!!!!!!

you see, i am very weak for characters challenging fate because they love someone so much that they do things that are just... almost impossible?? and then succeeding??? because their love is just that strong???? against all odds..... aa. aaaaaa. AAAAAAA.

you see..... it’s like......... brumm tries to write a new ending for grimm............. just like.......... in music.......... there’s this term........... called volta........ and it’s used with a reprise......... so after repeating the whole song or a part of it.................. instead of playing the prima volta aka the first ending.......... you......... play the seconda volta............ and it’s a different ending of that part.............................. or something like that, idk, i dropped out of music school................................... yea............................................................

anyway. i appreciate that you enjoyed that line :) i think furthest reaches was just me grabbing words and turning them into arrows and then aiming at people with them.

.......i sure hope people won’t mind me stroking my own ego! i’ll be real, i’m kind of tempted to copy and paste the whole fic here. but i’ll just leave a link because... what if... someone who hasn’t read it sees this. i’m allowed.

It wouldn't surprise him if he no longer counts as a bug, he doesn't often think of himself as such.

A nightmarish version of what he once was, a scared child's desire to not be harmed again.

He doesn't regret it. Whether others say that his form is a kind of deception, it is him. He is himself, just as he was centuries ago.

(At least, he hopes so.)

a person in the comments said that brumm is a once-mortal and that’s. a really good way to put it!

The freedom the Heart grants to the master of the troupe is merely a reflection of how little it cares, how little it is capable of caring for anything besides its survival, masked as a gift. This conversation they've had many times, too many times, and they never came to a conclusion.

In the end, Brumm doesn't believe it's fair. In the end, Grimm doesn't believe it's unfair.

"You sound tired, my friend. I think we should continue this discussion after you rest," he murmurs with forced confidence. Brumm knows that he is just as tired as him, if not more. Grimm knows he does.

Yet again, he closes his eyes, and they don't talk about it when he wakes.

nightmare heart headcanons! sadness! a tiny flashback! this part has it all. i think despite the unresolved tension and the disagreement on whether or not grimm deserves to get metaphorically thrown under a lawnmower and served at the nightmare heart’s dinner table, grimm cares for brumm just as much as brumm cares for grimm, and grimm is very much aware that thinking and talking about the ritual really upsets them both but especially brumm, but it’s not like there’s anything he can do about it except offer brumm a way to drop the topic entirely, even if brumm is Super Mega Ultra Tired of it and just wants to finally resolve the issue. they’re just two goths that are tangled up in God Shit.

also literally the only reason i did not tag the fic as grimm/brumm is because grimm isn’t actually There alkdhgkldjghsfh.

Grimm does not deserve a death that results in perpetuation of a cycle that does nothing. No matter how many lives are taken to sew veins, arteries, tissue for the realm, it will forever be incomplete. Grimm's death will mean nothing.

i don’t have much to say about this. it just hurts me. but also there’s my nightmare realm headcanon(s)! wooooo.

Far away from his master, who is sleeping for the last time in his life, who will never see his child again, hiding in a someone's abandoned home, now full of corpses, Brumm lets himself be angry not at himself for already missing him, but at the cruelty of the burden laid upon them all by persistent remains of a god.

i don’t know what possessed me to write this. i think i was crying when writing this line. the part about grimm hits me hard every goddamn time, then the part about brumm just kicks me while i’m on the ground. i’m mean to everyone, including myself.

also i think the summary is quite good bc Deepnest Rights.. thanks for reading this and fuck hallownest xoxo!

#hamletisintown #hk spoilers #troupe lore talk #my writing #as you can see i have too many thoughts about goth bugs

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