#and yes esther is my favorite
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
I'm vibrating in anticipation for book three, so I actually drew Wayhaven art for once
#once and maybe never again only bc im lazy :p#btw esther uses he/him pronouns!!#and yes esther is my favorite#and yes the estherverse expanded shhhhh#the wayhaven chronicles#twc art#twc detective#how tf do u tag this what#adam du mortain#:/#felix hauville#:D#nate sewell#twc mason#icedoesart#๋࣭ ⭑⚝ esther posting
479 notes
·
View notes
Text
Stop chasing. You’ll be discovered.
Ziqi. Let me put it on you.
#love game in eastern fantasy#the guide to capturing a black lotus#cdrama#cdramaedit#cdramasource#永夜星河#chinese drama#dailyasiandramas#esther yu#ding yuxi#yu shuxin#lovegameineasternfantasyedit#lgiefedit#lgief: 1.11#.gif#my icon 🥹#my favorite scene so far! 🥺#trying to gif the entire scene but not liking how it looks 😭#yong ye xing he
329 notes
·
View notes
Text
Moonlight (2021) || Love Game in Eastern Fantasy (2024)
#they should be in a show together every year actually#their friendship gives me LIFE#moonlight syndrome (instead of brain there is. them)#cdrama#moonlight#yong ye xing he#love game in eastern fantasy#lgief#esther yu#yu shuxin#ding yuxi#alright now guess my favorite actors
140 notes
·
View notes
Text
Assymetrical Symphony - Part 5
Universe: Arcane (LOL)
Pairing: Viktor x reader
Summary: You had been on the rooftop with Jayce and the Herald and somehow you were sent to a place where things can be different with your help
Disclaimers and Warnings: If you want me to tag you on the chapters let me know! Also leave a comment with your thoughts :D Not finished, not proofread. English isn't my 1st language. All I know about LOL is from google and all I know about Arcane is taken from the show, so inacuracies will be plenty. I have a sort of idea on how to I'm gonna go with magic and runes, so bear with me. The reader will be written as GN (going by they/them) to get everyone involved, but if you see any discrepancies let me know.
Trigger Warning: Mentions of death.
A.N.: Next chapter will have Vik x Reader I promise. Thank you for your comments and reblogs and love and stuff!!! Gif for the headed from @arcanedaily. I have more parts ready, I just need to get them into the grammar checker and we are off! Also @th3stup1dcat and @22carolina08 good catch!
Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4
• ··········· • ············ •
The building Esther's, your mother's, trolley had pulled up to was not the home you had expected when she told you that was your destination. At some point you waited for it to turn towards the edge of Piltover, where the big manors were, but it took the opposite turn. Towards the high-end part of the city, where all of the affluent people lived.
As you rode the elevator up, the only thing that crossed your mind was that this was most definitely not the manor. It was the size of the manor, yes, but the penthouse was the polar opposite of your father’s mansion.
Your father loved his dark corners and soft glows; the tones of dark wood and gold were his favorites. The brightest room in the house was not even in the house. It was a greenhouse next to it that you had converted into an annex house for yourself, using the main glass part as a music room. His office? Long windows covered with thick, velvety curtains. Your child's bedroom? A purple pastel-colored nightmare that was a mix of musical instruments and more toys than you needed. As you grew, you begged your father for a brighter color scheme, but he vehemently denied it. The purple was chosen by your mother.
The penthouse was all light and soft colors. From the white wood panel of the walls with soft gold foil details to the gray wooden floor, everything was light and airy. Where the manor's corridors were a maze of claustrophobic sharp corners that you loved to run around in, the penthouse was spacious and open. From the hall to the living and dining room, even the bathroom that you had been almost dragged into was big. The big tub near a window had taken 5 full minutes to fill.
The weird thing was: it felt like home. As soon as you stepped into the penthouse, the weight you felt on your shoulders cleared. It was safe; nothing could get you here. The smell of lavender and caramel had been almost familiar.
Once dressed and dried, you walked out into the massive living room where your mother was sitting reading the newspaper, the turntable playing a soft tune. She looked up at you and smiled softly at you, placing the paper down.
“You look almost human, my dear.” She joked, and you chuckled. "Come, I must show you something before we both try to figure out what's happening."
She patted your arm affectionately and grabbed her coat, and the both of you made your way to her private trolley. In the elevator down, you had asked where your father was and how she knew you were not her child. But she smiled mysteriously, with a hint of sadness, and told you, 'You'll see.'
Looking at the black iron arch that stood high above your head, you began to fear what you'd actually see.
• ············ •
Piltover’s Rosebay Graveyard was a calm and quiet place. Some people found it ominous; others found it peaceful. To you, it was just a place you were obliged to go because your father made you. There were mausoleums on a higher part and some old gravesites with only a small slab to acknowledge who was there. Flowers and ribbons dotted the place, and you could hear the chimes in the distance. Seemed to be the same as on your side.
“You’ve been through this path before.” Your mother stated, and you nodded, noticing you had unconsciously started walking to what would be your mother's grave.
“I came to visit you often.” You said solemnly, having decided, as you had lain in the tub, to tell her everything.
“Funny… I came to do the same.” She stopped in front of two white headstones.
You didn't need to read the names; the two black-and-white photos were enough.
“Oh… Oh no, please.” You whispered, falling to your knees. “Father…”
You felt your mother's hand on your shoulder as you wept, her thumb rubbing comforting circles on it.
“I’ll forget him.” You touched his photo, tears flowing in your eyes. “I can’t…forget him.”
“You never forget those you love,” Esther said, her voice cracking, as she knelt next to you.
“I forgot you!” you admitted, voice filled with guilt. “I didn’t want to! But one day…one day I didn’t think about you anymore; you were just a memory!”
“It’s alright, dear.” She consoled, placing her other hand on your cheek and turning your face towards her. “You never forget those lost. They're with you in the small things. In the way you talk and stand. In the way you arrange books on a bookshelf. In the way you love others. You don’t forget; you become those you love.”
You sniffled, feeling the tears and snot run down your face, and turned to her. She had also lost a child and a husband. You let grief and sadness take over and hugged her, feeling her arms move around you and hold you tight.
You both sobbed for your losses but also because you found each other.
• ············ •
You watched from under a tree as your mother sat near the graves for a while. She had asked for a little time to herself, and you had nodded and walked another familiar path.
The old oak tree had been planted on a flat grassy section of the graveyard, with a few benches around its thick trunk. People had taken it upon themselves to decorate the tree with little wind chimes. They had done so on your side, and you were happy when a small breeze passed through the leaves and the chimes tinkled in a soothing melody on this side.
You looked at the tree canopy from the stone bench you had sat in, hypnotized by the colorful chimes dangling there, until a tingling on your hand distracted you. Looking down at it, you realized the rune and hand were again glowing a bright blue. You smiled at the strange sensation, warm like a cup of tea in the winter. With a swift movement, you made a horizontal line with your hand, and like the first time, it looked like you had brushed some paint in the air.
Looking around to check if there was anyone else, you started making runes in the air, trying to get yourself familiarized with them.
Move. Music. Nudge. The rune glowed and shot up towards the chimes, sending a gust of wind that shingled the chimes.
Elevator. Music. Nudge. The rune glowed and disappeared, phasing out into smoke.
You locked eyes with a particular chime that had a silver chain holding it together.
Unlock. Chime. Nudge. The rune shook, shined, and tore itself into 5 glowing dots.
That was unexpected. For a second, you looked, wide-eyed, at the dots, waiting for something to happen. In the blink of an eye, the five stars shot in different directions. Three had flown low to the ground towards the main graveyard area. One rocketed towards the sky, and another quickly zapped around the tree trunk. A little tinkle was heard from that location.
Doing another once-over, you got up and walked towards the sound. A glass wind chime was broken on the ground, the rope cord weathered and frayed, and most of the colored glass had been shattered when it fell. Bending down to grab it, the blue light appeared before you could touch it; the blue wisp appeared and started to dance around the object. It took a few rounds of this weird little dance for you to realize what it was.
A rune. The little wisp of light kept doing the same rune over and over again.
Clearing your throat and looking around to make sure nobody was around, you made the rune in the air. And nudged. And nothing.
“Stop overcomplicating things,” one of your teachers had once told you. “That's your problem. It’s all easy and breezy in the beginning when it’s instinctive. But when you figure something out, it’s like you lock yourself into a little box of rules…do what comes naturally.”
Taking a deep breath, you shook your hand and cracked your neck. You look at the broken glass musical decoration.
Rune. Fix. Nudge. The rune glowed, moved, and separated into little ribbons of satiny light, surrounding the chime.
It tightened around the frayed, and the damaged rope became whole again, with little tendrils of light blue keeping it together. The shattered and cracked glass still attached to the main iron structure was enclosed in the same healing ribbons, and when the ribbons tightened again, the cracks had been glued together with a blue shiny glue.
You noticed the broken glass pieces that had scattered around the chime hadn’t magically grown back. It wasn’t fixed, because there was nothing to fix.
Before you had any time to think more about it, Esther called out for you. The magical rune hand was still magically shining, so you shoved it into one of your jackets.
“Here!” You waved your nonmagical hand and saw her make her way to you.
Mentioning the bench you previously occupied, the both of you sat down. She placed a hand on your thigh.
“How are you feeling, my dear?”
“Calmer.” You looked at the grass and took a deep breath. “I think you must have gathered by now I’m not your child.”
“I know. I don’t understand how—"
“I can explain.” You interrupted her.
She crossed her ankles and placed her hands on her skirt, looking at you, ready to hear what you had to say.
You started with the rocket attack on your side and went from there to how hextech got corrupted and corrupted Viktor, turning him into the Herald, and how he wanted to make everyone like him, and how in the last second of you as yourself, you were bumped here.
Your mother drank in all of the information you gave her, asking questions, adding commentary, and being a very willing participant in the story. As you finished the story, you gave your mother a scared look, waiting for her reaction.
“It’s hard to believe I understand, but—”
“I’m a best-selling fantasy author, kid. That’s just a normal mid-week creative writing session." She winked at you, and relief washed over you. “So you went from a topsider, benefactor of science, to a soldier against a hive-minded group of robots, controlled by one of your former best friends.”
“Yes…”
“And then! Some sort of..." she made a motion with her hands to the sky “Higher power head-butted you through time and space and made land here.”
“Yup...” You nodded.
“Mmm." She looked deep in thought. "Change a few names, add a little love triangle, give it a few plot twists, and you just wrote my next novel.”
You stared at her dumbfounded, the feeling of betrayal starting to bubble in your stomach. And then you saw the corners of her mouth go up into a smile. Esther looked at you, a mischievous look on her face, her hand coming into view rubbing the thumb and index finger together, the universal sign for money. She was teasing you. You snorted and burst out laughing, her laughter cascading out following yours.
“I haven’t laughed like that in a while.” You confessed, once you both managed to reel it in. You leaned your elbows into your knees and wiped a few tears from your eyes.
“You’re welcome.” She placed a hand on your shoulder, and you moved your neck to look at her. “You may not be my daughter, but you were someone’s daughter. Other me, and if...” she made the sky motion again, and you snorted again. “Made us find each other, then I like to think it’s because we were meant to be together. A childless mother and a motherless child? Seems like a match made in whatever space-time-jumping heaven there is.”
• ············ •
You found, after returning from the graveyard, that your mother had in fact not one but two housekeepers and a cook. They lived in the apartments below the penthouse and only came in when needed when there were visitors. Usually, the cook would make several meals, and she only had to warm them up.
According to her, she was good at two things in the kitchen: making desserts and burning the ceiling.
To prove her point, she started making probably the biggest caramel and vanilla pudding you’ve ever seen. And you’ve been to some parties in your days. Once the oven pinged, you both had sat at the kitchen table, devouring it.
“What did you do on your side of the space-time continuum?” She grinned at her joke, placing a spoonful of caramel sauce into her mouth.
“Oh! Follow me." You wiggled your eyebrows, grabbed another piece of the pudding, and walked toward the grand piano you had spotted in the living room.
You grabbed the books and the little succulent plant that were placed on top of the piano cover and lifted it with ease, repeating the motion on the fall that was covering the keys. You played some notes and figured it wasn’t all that out of tune.
“Wylla likes to keep it tuned.” Your mother said, approaching. “Not that she plays, but…”
“Wylla?”
“You’ll meet her soon enough.”
Sitting down in front of the ivory keys felt exactly like you felt when looking at your mother. Strange and familiar. You never thought that after what happened to Viktor, you would be able to sit down and play again. The concept of surviving the battle was not even present in your mind. But now that you were here, looking at the instrument you had first mastered, it felt right.
Settling the pudding plate on top of the bench, you touched your fingers to the keys. You had asked your mother if she could let you borrow one of her gloves, lying to her that there was a scar there that brought bad memories. Lovingly, she had nodded and gave you a single black leather glove with a white trim.
(Patrick Pietschamm - Can you hear the music)
Your fingers moved almost on their own. The muscle memory of playing the notes on the piano comes instantly. At some point you closed your eyes, knowing the exact motion you had to make to hit a key. Your feet and hands moved in tandem, making a full melody out of what seemed to be simple motions.
Your hands flew over the ivories like you hadn't stopped playing.
You felt tears prickle your eyes, your nose becoming stuffy as you kept playing, pouring your frustrations and worries into the song. A release that you didn't remember feeling so…cathartic.
When the last notes were played, you got startled by your mother applauding. Much like your father did, but while he had been demure and subtle, your mother was wide-eyed and laughing.
“You’re a musician!” She pointed at something on the shelf. “Ah…take that, Frederick!”
You looked at the shelf, recognizing your father’s name, and saw a picture of the couple and a child smiling.
“Well, he did encourage me more than anything to pursue it.”
“Good! Teach me!” She sat down next to you at the piano, looking at you earnestly. “I’ve had this thing for years now; I don’t even know how to play the scales. Go on, teach your old mother how to play the piano.”
You looked at her, blinking. You old mother. Your gaze softened looking at her face.
“I’m not that bad, I promise.” She joked fondly, placing a hand on top of the keys.
Smiling, you nodded.
• ··········· • ············ •
@marshy-moo @victormydarling @blueesmiski @th3stup1dcat @22carolina08 @httpstes @adithsaley @that-one-shitty-blog @disa-pointment @sseleniaa @angelsukiipls @casey8522 @moons-lighttrail @buttermilktea11 @aysluxe @fae-doodle @kitewa @local-mr-frog @bakusquadobsessed @cherry-cola-100 @optimistic-but-very-realistic @seeksrsnn @thecordelialetters @notsaelty
#arcane x y/n#arcane viktor#arcane#arcane season 2#arcane spoilers#arcane x you#arcane characters#arcane x reader#arcane smut#viktor x reader#viktor smut#viktor league of legends#viktor#the final glorious evolution#league of legends viktor#arcane act three
250 notes
·
View notes
Text
Movie Musical Divas Tournament: Quarterfinals
Judy Garland (1922-1969) Esther Smith in Meet Me in St. Louis (1944) | Vicki Lester in A Star is Born (1954) | Hannah Brown in Easter Parade (1948) | Susan Bradley in The Harvey Girls (1946) Additional musicals/singing roles include: Strike Up the Band (1940), Little Nellie Kelly (1940), Ziegfeld Girl (1941), Babes on Broadway (1941), For Me and My Gal (1942), A Star is Born (1954), etc.
"i am sure someone else already submitted her but i had to be sure. the icon the ravishing beauty the scrungly little gal." - anonymous
Eartha Kitt (1927-2008): New Faces (1954, Miss Kitt) | St Louis Blues (1958, Gogo Germaine) Additional musicals/singing roles include: The Chastity Belt (1972)
"YES! Even though she faced bewildering amounts of Hollywood racism, the winner of the Hot & Vintage Movie Women Tournament DID manage to do a couple of movie musicals: New Faces, a fluffy backstage-hijinks thing in which she plays her classic chanteuse persona and is even addressed as "Miss Kitt", and St Louis Blues, a musical biopic in which she sings alongside a bunch of other jazz greats. Neither of the films is considered a masterpiece, but Eartha is as scorchingly hot as always, and demonstrates that she could have become a legend in movie musicals if the roles had been there for her. In short, vote for Eartha Kitt because (1) she has JUST ENOUGH credits to count as a movie musical diva, (2) think of all the other Eartha Kitt movie musicals we COULD have had if not for racism, and (3) she's Eartha Kitt, certifiably the hottest old movie woman. Please and thank you." - anonymous
This is Round 5 (quarterfinals) of the Movie Musical Divas tournament. Additional polls in this round may be found by searching #mmround5, or by clicking the link below. Add your propaganda and support by reblogging this post.
ADDITIONAL PROPAGANDA AND MEDIA UNDER CUT: ALL POLLS HERE
Judy Garland:
"I was so surprised to discover that no one has submitted propaganda for Judy Garland yet! Unless the list hasn't been updated, in which case, never mind. But either way, here are some of my favorite Judy moments:
This version of Old Man River hits me square in the feels, holy crapProof that not only was she an unbelievable singer, but she could keep up with both Gene Kelly and Fred Astaire on the dance floor!
She was such an icon and a massive inspiration for me! She definitely deserves to go far in this tournament!!" - @mygreatadventurehasbegun
youtube
Photos and video provided by: @mygreatadventurehasbegun
Eartha Kitt:
youtube
Photos and video submitted by: anonymous
170 notes
·
View notes
Text
Joshua Colley on Monty: Adventures & Mysteries, Friendships, Joys & Fears, Thoughts on Niko, Crystal, and Jenny, and Facing the DBDA World Unburdened by Homophobia
[Transcription of my linked Joshua Colley Cameo]
Hello, Shay! It is me, Josh. Um, thank you so much for getting this Cameo. Thank you so much for supporting me. You said, "Hello <3" Hi! "What are some more mysteries and adventures you would've liked to see Monty go on with the detective agency friends? Which members would he get closer to over time?" Oh my gosh! Well, I think him and Niko would've been *crosses finger in the "tight" gesture* locked in. And I also think him and Charles probably would've been locked in. I know he was kind of--Monty was kind of a hater at the beginning. Um, but towards the end he--he turned it around. So I think they--they would definitely get along. Um, and I don't know, I think I would love to see--in my mind, in, like, another season, or y'know, like, Monty would be like, slowly--he would get turned back into a human, but then he would be slowly turning back into a crow until--like his end transformation would be like, him in human form but he had wings. So I think uncovering that kind of mystery could have been really fun. Um, and just more--just more adventures. I mean, those mysteries were so fun in season one. So, um, that's what I would've loved to explore, but we're just going to have to use our imaginations. Um, you said, "What were his thoughts on Niko, Crystal, and Jenny? Did the butcher shop creep him out after Esther's kitchen and blood magic?" Um, probably. *nods* I think he--I think he loves Niko. Um, I think he was just, like, vibing with Crystal. I think he was scared of Jenny, for sure. Um, but love all of the actors that played those parts. We had a grand old time. Um, "What are some of Monty's biggest joys and fears?" I think his biggest joys are probably just, I think he really liked the romance of it all. And like, just getting to explore his new human body was probably really fun. And his fears were probably his mom. *laughs* I would have to say his mother--and his heartbreak. Um, "It occurs to me that Edwin's life was heavily affected by homophobic society, but Monty was pretty isolated from other people and queer history/culture. How might he have adapted to going out into the dating world on his own?" Ooh, I don't know. I think--you know, in the world of "Dead Boy Detectives"--um, I kind of like the way. . . it wasn't that big a deal that Monty was a queer character. Um, I like the--how natural it felt, and how--um, yeah, I don't know, I just really loved that. And I think, um, I know that's really a big part of Edwin's. . . um, y'know, arc. And so I think it was nice for Monty to be kind of just confident and um, naive, in a way, to that. . . side of--of things, you know what I mean? And I think that's what made him so wonderful and. . .um, sweet. And lovable. I love Monty, and I'm so happy that you loved him, too. "Thanks so much for your work, and your answering these questions." Oh my gosh. Of course, anytime, Shay. Thank you so much for watching "Dead Boy Detectives". Thank you for supporting me again. Um, it seriously means the world. I hope I get to meet you one day, um, and answer more questions, and give you a big hug. But, until then, *gestures between his face and the phone* we're just gonna' have to do it through the screen. Um, but yes, thank you for all the love, um, and, I'll see you soon! *aggressively peck-kisses the phone camera* Bye! *sing-song cutie voice*
Loved this so much! And I still do love Monty <3
Joshua Colley is still on Cameo if you'd like to support him.
#dbda#dead boy detectives#dead boy detective agency#monty finch#monty the crow#joshua colley#josh colley#cameo#cameos#jameo#niko sasaki#esther finch#crystal palace#edwin payne#jenny the butcher#jenny green#charles rowland#cricketcrow#tagging just cuz vibes and inspo you know?#feeling super validated about my fic rn#also living for him wanting monty and niko to be tight friends#text post#transcription#transcribed
97 notes
·
View notes
Note
Jen Lyon is such an exquisite actress that she made me like Esther. Is Esther a terrible person? Yes. Do I still kinda want to go to brunch with her and talk sh*t? Absolutely. I just really liked Esther’s cadence of speaking and how she portrayed her. She’s the reason for one of my favorite vocal stims: “Monty! JESUS! I’m trying to…threaten some kiiids.” (As a dog owner, I felt that line in my soul when I first heard it🤣)
.
44 notes
·
View notes
Note
How I look camping ⛺️ your page everyday waiting for you to post… like your writing is so good and I’m so obsessed with it. 💜 But about Kol and I guess the other Mikaelson boys (minus Finn),, they’re all scary in their own ways.
With Klaus he’s scary because of his rage and his plans,, you can immediately tell when he’s angry because he makes it known through his throwing things and shouting.
For Elijah, he’s calm and collected and that’s what makes him scary, you don’t know how he’s truly feeling or going to react because he hides it so well. I don’t remember the exact scene but it was in the originals I believe where you could like see the rage on his rage and that too is scary because he’s so angry in that moment that he isn’t even attempting to hide that rage.
For Kol (my love), he’s a wild card, a loose cannon. He can be violent but he can also be gentle as seen with his relationship with Davina. I just think his personality is so fun and intriguing. There is absolutely no reason for a vampire, an original at that to be using a baseball to beat people but he does just because he can?? does this make me crazy?? maybe a bit?
a common misconception i see a lot is when Kol is undaggered and Klaus backs away from him. this is for two reasons… yes, i believe Klaus was nervous of Kol being awake again because he knows his brother is a loose cannon but also because it meant that the others were likely awake as well and perhaps he could fight one of them but he definitely couldn’t find all of them at once.
no matter though because both Kol and Klaus can admit that Elijah is the “scariest” so your love wins that contest~ 💜
Hello again darling camping anon! I have so much to say on this subject.... like SO MUCH. So buckle up.
I think the fundamental difference between the three of them is how they react to and experience control. It's simultaneously an emotion, a situation and a choice. And something that all three of them couldn't really have growing up.
They are all victims of domestic violence, and each one is dealing with it differently. (And not in a healthy way at allllllllll. They absolutely continue the cycle of abuse...)
First we have Klaus, (The iconic little shit that he is)
He clings to control like a lifeline. Being the most helpless as a boy, he has always felt that if he was stronger, had more power, he could keep those around him safe. He believes that the only way he can feel safe is if he's in control. So, in his mind, any time someone takes that from him, they are actively trying to harm him. He will fight for control over everything and anything. His family, his city, his art and (most importantly) his life. His need to control the narrative around him and keep his secrets, is born out of the trauma and fear that his father instilled in him. His rage is born out of his own sense of helplessness.
Joseph Morgan does an excellent job of conveying that pain. Klaus is always a bundle of anxiety and panic and fear, no matter how he's acting. He's hyper vigilant and constantly looking over his shoulder, waiting for someone or something to try and control him again. It's why he clings so desperately to control, because he never wants to be made a victim again.
Second we have Elijah, born after the loss of Freya. I've always viewed him as a tragic character, who seems to be nobody's favorite in the family, but also the glue that holds them together. He's burdened with being the adult in the room. I can imagine that Esther's grief and guilt around losing Freya sort of imprinted on to him. She probably saw him as a replacement for the daughter she lost, putting all this pressure on him to be perfect, while simultaneously giving him no agency to be his own person. His entire childhood was spent either protecting his siblings or taking care of his mother's emotional needs. (This also applies to Finn, who i'll talk about later)
His relationship with control is nearly equal to Klaus'. He's always been a peacemaker, the level headed, calm brother. Always trying to bring harmony between his siblings. And while he has a much different way of expressing his feelings, he is a victim of the same violence that the rest are.
But, what makes him the scariest is the fact that his anger is silent. Elijah doesn't show his emotions, he represses them. And then when his control snaps, it's like a damn bursting. You don't see it coming, because he's so good at hiding his anger (& all of his other feelings). But when it's there, you feel it. And it's terrifying. Because his anger is fueled by pain and a lifetime of having to be strong. It's a glimpse at a deep well of pain that you realize he has been hiding all along.
Daniel Gillies absolutely nails this simmering rage with his eyes. Somehow that man can convey every single emotion without saying a word. When he looks at his family, or a person he cares for, there is this warmth and kindness. But when he looks at a person he is angry at, a person who has hurt someone he cares about, you can see the light almost dim, and his eyes will become cold and dark. You can feel the danger and rage in them. It's a delight to watch.
Third we have Kol, who is a complicated and messy character. Kol was born into a family that already had a system and a hierarchy, and he was pushed aside and ignored. Nobody's favorite, nobody's first choice. He grew up angry and frustrated, feeling unloved and unheard. He looks to his older brothers and their relationship with control, and takes the proverbial baseball bat to it. If they couldn't love him the way he needed them to, then he would make sure that they would at least remember him. So he becomes the black sheep, the outcast. He's wild and chaotic, doing whatever he can to get attention. He doesn't really care about control, because he never had any growing up. I have always viewed his bloodlust as an allegory for addiction. His response to the violence of his youth is to numb the pain with the rush of adrenaline and power. To take from others what was taken away from him.
His rage is the loudest and the quickest to come to the surface. He's not one to stew, he's quick to fight and fast to burn. Which is why his relationship with Davina is so good for him. She loves him the way he needs, and rightfully calls out his bad behavior. As gross as it sounds, she's kind of the mother figure that his actual mother never was. (IM SORRY I KNOW ITS VERY FREUD OF ME .... BUT AM I WRONG????)
I'm not going to bash any acting... But I think Daniel Sharman captures Kol much better. His complicated relationship with death, control and magic is portrayed beautifully. Especially the scene where he is dancing with Davina before he dies. It shows real growth on his part, no longer the baby brother, no longer the victim and the victimizer. In that moment he's the protector, trying to shield his girl from grief. And it always makes me tear up ...
(This scene always makes me laugh, I truly believe Elijah is the funniest character)
And last, we have Finn. Who I love to make the butt of the joke here on this blog. But I do have a few things to say about his character.... Which is.... He isn't really a character. But an object.
They drag the poor man out to show the audience what bad thing can happen to an original. First with his death in TVD, teaching everyone about the white oak stake and sirelines. Second in TOG with Lucians deadly bite. He's just... Not written to be liked.. and it's never really explained why they kept him daggered for 900 years.
And with Finn... there is no control or lack thereof, because he has no agency. And his rage comes from the fact that he is a man out of time, with no one who cares about him.. And it makes his character all the more sad and pathetic.
They make him this bitter, angry villain. Trying to kill his niece, and they never justify exactly why. I think fear of Dahlia is a piss poor excuse. I would rather he lean into revenge for being daggered than trying to hold onto his righteous nonsense.
(But lets be so real here... its because the writers didn't want to give him any depth. They didn't want us to get overly attached, so they could use him as a low-stakes original vampire that demonstrates the actual deadliness of a weapon or person)
But!!!! Yusuf Gatewood is the absolute GOAT and his portrayal of Finn and his rage is just delicious. He almost reminds me of like a rabid preacher, the way he spits out his hatred and bitterness. But it's so fun and I enjoy it every time.
Anyways.... Sorry to hijack your message lol.. I just love to psychoanalyze crazy fictional men!
#lissa responds#elijah mikaelson#kol mikaelson#klaus mikaelson#finn mikaelson#tvd#the originals#tvdu#vampire diaries#the vampire diaries#meta#camping anon
41 notes
·
View notes
Text
Chapter 9.6 - 50 Shades of Enchantment
ALICE
Alice wasn’t expecting an article about a charity ball to be that interesting. When she was younger, her dad used to drag her to a bunch of them when he needed to look like a “family man” on the campaign trail. They were so boring she spent most of her time figuring out how to avoid security cameras and pick the locks on tiny windows so she could smoke a joint without getting caught.
But apparently, the 1895 Laurel Library Fundraiser was an exception.
“Okay, lay it on me one more time,” Alice demands after shoving their empty takeout containers aside. She ate her burger, Vlad’s chicken nuggets, and part of his salad. It was a shame she didn’t order fries because she still felt peckish. But she was already making him re-read the article, insisting on more snacks felt like too much.
Vlad settles back on the couch, stretching his long legs out. “‘Miss Mudget, soon-to-be Pollock, known for her analytical mind, was wild-eyed as she began her rant. Numerous guests, including this erstwhile reporter, can attest that she was glowing with indignation. Quite literally.’”
The article describes Esther Mudget storming into the ballroom with a bloody knife and a manifesto. There’s a photo of her—yes, glowing—with a series of bright sparks cascading behind her. Alice assumes someone doctored the image. In her Framing the Shot class, her professor talked a lot about camera tricks in the Victorian Era. Apparently, the supernatural was such a trend that selling fake pictures of something creepy was big business.
“‘The Order of Enchantment strays too far in pursuit of power,’ Miss Mudget says. ‘The magic we have been given is sacred, but my fellow members would warp it, align themselves with dark dealings.’” Vlad looks up from the paper. “And then Esther accuses several members by name before her fiance comes to drag her off-stage. The next day, she shows up to compete in a previously scheduled baking contest and disappears.”
“But not before everyone called her crazy,” Alice grumbles. It’s her least favorite part. “Oh, and her fiance confirmed it and made some speech about the dangers of taxing a woman’s brain, and everyone fucking applauded.”
“He was clearly deluded,” Vlad frowns. “I would love it if you showed up at a public event, waved a weapon at me, and shouted incoherently about being in charge.”
Alice tries to hold in her laugh, but it comes out as a snort. “I’m pretty sure Esther was going to stab him.”
“Even better.”
“Oh, you would let me stab you?” she teases, climbing onto his lap.
“Without hesitation.” It’s an utterly batshit answer, but Vlad doesn’t even acknowledge that fact. Instead, he taps her nose. “Would you like to watch Tea & Treachery fan videos and cuddle?”
Weirdly, she does.
PREV | NEXT
(Part 6 of 8)
New to the story and want to catch up quickly? Click here.
If you prefer long-form, you can read this on my WordPress here.
#ts4#simblr#The Save File Chronicles#Season 1#POV: Alice Martin#Sims 4 Story#secret society investigation#but also snacks#vlad is five seconds away from saying step on me#esther mudget lore
21 notes
·
View notes
Text
TVDU and forced parenthood
I don't know if it is because Julie Plec didn't understand parenthood or just didn't care, but almost every character has a messed up relationship with the idea of parenthood.
Starting with Rebekah, whose entire identity becomes about being a mother. When she is first introduced, she behaves like an immature teenager with almost no maternal instincts or desires. But it quickly shifts in TO to focus on her desire to have a child. I am completely fine with a woman wanting to have children, but she never gave a real reason to want it. Just this general idea that she had always desired it. I get she likely would have been thinking about it when she was human since, during their human period, women tended to have children in their teen years and it was what all women did. But throughout her 1,000 years, we never see her seek that relationship with anyone. She briefly develops a protective relationship with April and then Davina, but they are easily pushed aside. She even abandons her relationship with Hope multiple times. It never seemed to me that she wanted to be a parent, rather wanted a baby.
This is even more obvious by the fact that Klaus 'adopts' Marcel. Rebekah could have adopted a child, or taken in someone throughout her long life. Now, it could have been that she feared Klaus would be angry and jealous, but this story is never shown. In fact, Klaus seems fine with Rebekah training Marcel, even after he was jealous of Elijah teaching him.
Speaking of Marcel, this whole storyline was problematic. The Mikaelsons take in this boy and then make him feel indebted to them. I've seen people argue that they didn't adopt Marcel, but rather took him in as a ward. Either way you look at it, Marcel was a child and deserved to be treated like one and not some trophy (a lot of white saviorism happening). I do think Elijah wanted to raise Marcel as a son but Klaus wouldn't let him. So instead, Klaus raises him as a friend which created a complicated relationship. I also hate how you can clearly see the difference in how Hope is protected versus how Marcel was raised. Whether it's sexist or racist or just based on him not being their biological family, it's problematic.
And then there is Hope. Hayley will always be my favorite parent in TVDU. Even when she was young and overwhelmed, you could tell her thoughts and actions were all about protecting Hope. Yes, some things she did weren't the smartest plan, but she was also a scared 20-something-year-old trying to survive against enemies that were 1000x her age. She risked her life repeatedly for her daughter and would sacrifice anything for Hope to be safe and happy. She was the one character I felt truly understood what it meant to be a parent.
I always get in trouble when I criticize Klaus as a parent, but he was a narcissistic parent for 90% of the show and that honestly needs its own post.
It's not surprising the Mikaelsons don't know how to be parents. Mikael wanted to train them to be warriors and Esther had a similar feel to Rebekah, that she wanted babies but didn't know how to be a mother. I know Esther and Mikael likely had their own childhood traumas, but that's another conversation.
I liked that Kol and Davina never discussed children. Davina was young and Kol never expressed desires to be a father. Not everyone needs to want to have children. To me, Elijah was the only Mikaelson sibling who expressed a deeper interest in being a parent. Yet, he still didn't understand the full extent. He essentially acted like a parent to his siblings but ended up just having messed up relationships with each of them. He wanted to step in with Marcel and even Hope. I like to think he learned his lesson from Marcel and fought harder for Hope, but again, the whole family just fought harder for Hope.
I also think Freya having a child makes sense, but Vincent being the father had me baffled. He hated Elijah for what he did to Davina until Elijah died, but forgave Freya for her role? Not only forgave her but decided to help continue the Mikaelson line. I just find it hard to believe that he would have agreed to help. But Julie wanted to expand the Mikaelsons and then do nothing with it I guess.
Even in TVD, this idea that everyone wants to be a parent is pushed. Again, yes some people do, but not everyone needs to want children.
I understood Jo, Alaric, and even Stefan's desire to have children. This need to protect and care for others was built into them. We see Alaric (before his character sucked) basically adopt Elena and Jeremy. Jo was always protective of her siblings and loved caring for others so much she became a doctor. Stefan just always had this paternal need to take care of others in my opinion. I even see this with Elena and Bonnie. (Also the fact that Bonnie's future is never mentioned -- we hear about everyone else but what was Bonnie up to in Legacies??)
But Caroline and Damon having children made no sense to me. Caroline had dreams of a career and seemed adventurous, but then was forced into pregnancy at what 23 years old while she was still in school? Yes, we see she gets to become a journalist, but in Legacies we don't hear anything about her life or career. She isn't even there as a mother. Caroline's character basically disappears.
Damon never expressed a desire for children that I can remember. He enjoyed his vampire life and I can't see him giving it up to be a mortal, stay-at-home dad.
There are a lot of problems with the show, Friends, but one thing I've always loved is how they show the different pathways to parenthood. Pheobe is a surrogate for her brother, Monica adopts, and Rachel is a single mother. There isn't one way to be a parent, as long as you always put the children's safety and happiness first.
TVDU could have learned a thing about it. For a show that loved to randomly have a found family trope, it was also ready to throw it out the window the second biological family showed up. That's not how found families work, they are family through and through.
Also, and I cannot say this enough, not everyone needs to want to have children. Even women.
#tvdu#the originals#the vampire diaries#tvd#the mikaelsons#elijah mikealson#klaus mikaelson#rebekah mikaelson#hayley marshall#kol mikaelson#davina claire#caroline forbes#alaric saltzman#damon salvatore#elena gilbert#parenthood#found family#adoption#marcel gerard#andrea831 metas#andrea831 metas caroline#andrea831 metas hayley#andrea831 metas rebekah#andrea831 metas haylope#andrea831 metas damon#andrea831 metas stefan
274 notes
·
View notes
Text
Edith Payne, Charlie Rowland, and Monty Finch (1950s Hollywood AU)
Monty’s fingers go slack, her suitcase falling from her hands.
Charlie and Edith have seen the evidence, now. They’re going to call the police. She’s going to get hauled off. Murder, the cops will say, for a fortune that Monty never even dreamed of having. Murder, for jealousy, for resentment, for revenge, and they won’t even be entirely wrong on that last count, not entirely, because why should Esther Finch get to hold onto her own body when her daughter never got to-
“That’s not a good place to put the body,” Charlie says after a beat, and Monty nearly falls over. In fact she does crumple, just slightly, her shoulders falling forward, slumping against the handle of her suitcase, finally breathing. Shallow breaths, yes, but still air nonetheless.
And then, even more impossible: “You did a good job cleaning up, mate,” Charlie says, already leaning her cricket bat up against the wall, rolling up the sleeves on her leather jacket, and cuffing her slacks. “But we need to take care of that body.”
Monty’s jaw drops. She’s running on fumes at this point, close to collapsing. “You’re not going to turn me in? I killed my own mother-”
Edith arches a perfectly thick eyebrow. “You would not do this unless you had a reason. Unless you were seeking to protect yourself. Your mother does not exactly have the kindest reputation in the world.”
And Charlie gives Monty a knowing look that cuts like shards of a broken mirror, reflecting her own pain back at her. “Trust me, Monty,” Charlie says, “I know a thing or two about needing to protect yourself from your parents.”
-aletterinthenameofsanity, now I've gotta run (you make me do too much labour)
Pack yourself a toothbrush, dear, pack yourself a favorite blouse
Take a withdrawal slip, take all of your savings out
If the sun don't shine on me today
And if the subways flood and bridges break
Will you lay yourself down and dig your grave?
Or will you rail against your dying day?
'Cause if we don't leave this town, we might never make it out
I was not born to drown, baby, come on
-The Lumineers, Sleep On the Floor
@pappelsiin @itsbitmxdinhere @rexrevri @sweet-like-h0ney-lavender @saffirez
@the-ipre @sunnylemonss @days-light @agentearthling @helltechnicality
@sethlost @catboy-cabin @secretlyafiveheadeddragon @vyther15
@anything-thats-rock-and-roll @queen-of-hobgobblers @every-moment-a-different-sound
@nix-nihili @mellxncollie @tumblerislovetumblerislife @lemurafraidofthunder
@likemmmcookies @wr0temyway0ut @thelakeswillbreakourfall
@sapphic-corgi @occasionaloneshots @troublegoblin
@cairngorm-ard @petesdragon @spacegirlsgang
@fandoms-are-my-lifestyle @frottow @sixbynine-da
#lesbians and murder for the folks#hollywood au#1950s au#genderbend#dead boy detectives#dead girl detectives#charles rowland#edwin payne#monty the crow#monty finch#fanfic#my fics#aletterinthenameofsanity#ao3#moodboard#my edits#god i had FUN with this one#i always wanted to write hollywood sapphics justified-murder-and-drive-into-the-sunset-together#fem edwin payne#fem charles rowland#fem monty finch
25 notes
·
View notes
Text
@aluxialookingatyou One Night with the King AU!
I adore this one. I love all of my stories, but this one... mmm.
So! Firstly, if you don't know, One Night with the King is a movie based on the story of Esther from the Bible.
It's not amazing, but it's a personal favorite.
Now I won't be getting into the biblical parts of it, that isn't why I like the movie anyway, but before Esther marries the king, he gathers up all the pretty eligible young women and keeps them at his palace while he's looking for a new queen, spending time with them in turn to decide who he wants. THAT is our inspiration (though I'm making it decidedly more consensual).
Rough summary: Tom is the ruler of a (probably unnamed) small magical country and his advisors are harassing him about getting married. Each of his advisors submits candidates, the nobles offer their children, and the other young, eligible persons of the kingdom are invited to present themselves for consideration, though few of them pass. The chosen candidates will reside in the palace until a final decision is made, and all participants receive a reward for their families. The selection is almost complete, when Tom takes a stroll through the market with some of his advisors, and notices that they’re being followed. He confronts the boy following them and discovers that the boy was only attempting to return a locket that had fallen out of his pocket. Regulus Black, one of Tom’s foremost advisors, and the only advisor who had not chosen a candidate, notices the lingering gaze and interest that Tom gives the boy, and decides that he will enter the selection after all: with Harry Potter as his candidate.
Snippet!
“Why were you following us?” The man (boy, really) glanced up nervously, revealing unusually bright green eyes. His eyes widened as he realized who he’d been following, and he immediately lowered them, though he did straighten slightly. “I-I’m sorry, my lord, I was just trying to return this.” The boy reached into his pocket, slowly pulling out an old, heavy, golden locket. Tom inhaled sharply, the fingers of his left hand feeling futilely for the locket that should have been in his pocket. “You dropped it,” the boy continued when Tom didn’t take the locket, “It looked important… I didn’t think you’d want to lose it.” Tom reached forward hesitantly, the tips of his fingers touching the warm gold of the locket. Odd, it was usually cold. A surge of heat danced up his arm when his fingers brushed the boy’s skin. The way the boy’s hand jumped under his indicated that he had felt it too. Bright green eyes met his again, more curious this time than afraid. “Is everything alright, my lord?” Tom felt a light touch on his shoulder and blinked, breaking eye contact with the boy, and turned to meet the concerned gaze of one of his advisors. “Yes, Regulus, everything is fine.” Noting Regulus’ inquisitive glance between him and the boy, and what was in their hands, Tom adopted a more dismissive tone. “Just a good citizen, that’s all.” “Ah!” As he spoke, Tom had grasped the locket without looking and started to pull it away, intending to put it back in his pocket, but at the pained cry, he quickly turned back. The boy was still on his knees, but his arm was outstretched painfully towards Tom. The chain had somehow tangled around his fingers and his wrist and was cutting ruthlessly into his flesh, drawing blood.
And another
“What’s your name?” The boy looked surprised that he’d asked. “Harry, Harry Potter.” “Harry…” Tom let the name roll off his tongue slowly, tasting it, a small smile curling his lips as he spoke. He pressed a kiss to the back of the hand he was still holding, smile widening to a smirk when Harry’s cheeks flushed crimson, and stood, pulling Harry to his feet with him. “You assumed correctly, it is very important to me. Thank you for returning it, Harry.” “O-Of course, my lord,” Harry’s body twitched oddly, as though he had been about to bow again, but realized he couldn’t because Tom was still holding his hand. He settled for bowing his head instead, cheeks still adorably red. “It was just what anyone would have done, my lord.” Tom laughed at that, shaking his head in disagreement. “If you truly believe that, I find you delightfully naïve.” A small grin flashed across Harry’s face. “Should have done.” “Better,” Tom chuckled, scanning over Harry’s frame one last time, curiosity peaked by the strangely fascinating peasant boy. He lifted Harry’s hand to his mouth and kissed it again, enjoying the renewed flush of color in Harry’s cheeks, “Goodbye, Harry Potter.”
One more!
“What happened?” Ron asked, curiosity replacing concern. “I don’t really know,” Harry replied, shrugging. “He seemed really surprised, mostly.” “What did he do?” Hermione questioned, reaching for his hand again and probing the scar with her fingers. “Well, I tried to give him the locket, but when he tried to take it, the chain got wrapped around my hand and cut me. He untangled it and healed me, then he asked what my name was and…” Harry trailed off uncertainly, his cheeks heating once more. “And?” Hermione’s eyes narrowed, focusing on the color in his cheeks. “Well, he, um,” Harry could feel his blush deepening and creeping down his neck. “What did he do?” Ron’s brow furrowed, concern creeping into his tone again. “Well, he…” Harry rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “He kissed my hand. Twice.” Ron’s eyebrows shot upwards, and Hermione’s lips twitched like she was trying not to laugh. “Shut it,” Harry groaned. “We didn’t say anything!” “You’re thinking it.” Hermione laughed and wrapped her arm around his waist as the trio began to walk down the street. “Aww, you don’t think we’d tease you, do you?” “No, of course not, why on earth would I think that?” “No idea, mate,” Ron snickered, slinging his arm around Harry’s shoulders. “We’d never do that to you.” There were a few moments of silence as the three friends strolled through the market, glancing at the stalls around them and observing the many different people browsing them. Then – “Was it a nice kiss?” “Do you wish he’d kissed you somewhere else?” “Do you-“ “Shut it!”
Isn't it cute?! It is! Because I said so!
I genuinely love this idea so, so much.
Just don't ask me when I'm going to finish it, I might cry.
#wip tag game#wip#snippet#harry potter#tomarry#tom riddle#harrymort#tomarrymort#tomarry fanfic#my writing#fanfiction#tomarry fic
24 notes
·
View notes
Text
𐙚 ∩_∩ („• ֊ •„)❀༉ | ̄U U ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄| [ⅳ] — ‧₊˚. daily miaomiao ‧₊˚. — [ⅳ]
#yu shuxin#esther yu#love game in eastern fantasy#cdrama#cdramaedit#chinese drama#cdramasource#dailyasiandramas#永夜星河#yong ye xing he#yu shu xin#the guide to capturing a black lotus#lovegameineasternfantasyedit#ling miao miao#ling miaomiao#lgiefedit#lgief: ling miaomiao#lgief: daily miaomiao#lgief: 1.04#.gif#my favorite look <3
160 notes
·
View notes
Text
4 years later: both author & editor get isekai'd
(update)
#some things never change :D#the icons! the legends!! shanghai 95 line out to conquer the xianxia world!!!#esther yu#ding yuxi#cdrama#lgief#moonlight#love game in eastern fantasy#yong ye xing he#comfort show 2.0 loading 99%...#trying (and failing) to contain my giddiness at the fact that my favorite actors will be back on screen together THIS MONTH
50 notes
·
View notes
Text
outfits in dead boy detectives ep.2
As always, little disclaimer: I have absolutely no idea about fashion, i just love the outfits and share what i find.
Okay, honestly, episode two is a little tricky. In the beginning, all Crystal, Charles and Edwin wear the same outfits as before but I got some more detail. (Less for Charles and more for Crystal and Edwin.) So, I decided to start there.
(Probably should have split the post but that occur to me a little to late, so it got a a bit long.)
The outfits (and little changes) Crystal, Charles and Edwin brought from episode one to episode two:
Firstly, here are the links to the posts from ep.1 where I originally talked about the outfits. Crystal , Charles , Edwin
Starting with Crystal. In ep.2 we can finally see properly what she is wearing underneath the coat. (I love the turtleneck btw and will definitely hunt down something similar the next time i go thrifting.)
Also I got two shots were you can see the whole outfit including the boots and green socks (thighs?).
And one more for the hand with rings but its very small and hard to see but I think it's pretty much the same we saw in episode one.
That's it for Crystal, let's move on to Charles. Although I honestly don't have much for him. He is wearing exactly the same he wore in ep.1 and I could cover the layers there a lot better then in ep. 2. But one thing I haven't covered in ep. 1 are the gloves so here are some shots about them.
but yeah that's it, I'm sorry. Hope I can talk more about him again in ep. 3. (Charles is my favorite after all.)
So lets check on Edwin than. Surprisingly, I actually do have a little more for him. But first for him too the gloves.
Then, I want to show you a couple of more shots about his shoes. I know that I've covered them already but I think these shots are a lot better and you can see more details so I still wanted to include them.
Also Edwin got something new, this beautiful thoughtful gift ;)
And last but not least, little nerd goggles - lexicograhical lenses.
(yes, i did go back to the episode checking what they called this thing.)
Yeah that's it for now. Crystal will get another post with her second outfit in the episode but for the boys there is nothing more that I haven't covered already. The other characters I will do for the episode are of course Niko and the Cat King and also Jenny and Esther but they might be one post again because I don't have that much for them once more.
I'm still sick at home (it's ten days now) so I think I will be able to do all the post today and queue them for the next couple of days.
#dead boy detectives#dead boy detectives outfits#dead boy detective agency#crystal palace#crystal palace surname von hoverkraft#charles rowland#edwin payne
63 notes
·
View notes
Note
As a huge love between fairy and devil lover whose favorite couple of all time is XLH and DFQC (love you header btw) I want to watch eastern fantasy what can you tell me about it? All I know is she goes into a game or something? How's the otp? I know nothing can be as good as those two but is it at least the same trope of how much they both adored each other and were willing to sacrifice for each other?
YES you should definitely watch it!
So Ling Miaomiao is a modern woman and the fan of a famous novelist, who just released his newest work, Catching Demons. She speed reads it (she's even listening to the audio of it while in a meeting at work yes queen), and realizes she... hates it. Completely despises it even though she really loves this author's work most of the time. Naturally she gets online to complain about it, and as she's doing so, she gets sucked into the world of the novel where she's in the body of the second female lead, the cruel, sinister, and doomed to die Lin Yu. 'The system' (a nebulous mysterious force that brought her in) gives her two tasks:
Survive the novel to the end
Make the second male lead, Mu Sheng, fall in love with her.
Mu Sheng is the second male lead in the novel, and not only does he end up as an antagonist, but he's literally the one who kills Lin Yu. So it seems an impossible task.
Of course though, it turns out Mu Sheng is rough with a gooey center; a true tsundere. He's love starved and lonely. He has a huge secret that he has to hide from everyone around him, including his beloved sister. It doesn't take much, just a lot of being herself, for him to start falling for Ling Miaomiao.
The game mechanics are the way 'the system' presents the story, so LMM has to try and get Mu Sheng to an 100% approval rating toward her, sort of like an otome game. There's lots of cute little jokes playing on this story mechanic (LMM commenting on 'how good the special effects are', using modern terminology and confusing people).
The rest of the plot is fun too! It indeed involves a lot of 'catching demons', as well as an overarching storyline about a powerful demon who 'cracked the sky' nine hundred years ago and is returning to try and end the world again. The costumes are wonderful, the effects are solid, and the acting is strong. There are lots of found family vibes among the main group and a child character who is not annoying.
Comparing it to LBFAD, LBFAD is more interested in diving deep into the characters and giving them pretty drastic development arcs. You are not going to get quite the character depth DFQC and XLH had, nor really, the relationship depth. And that's okay. LGIEF moves pretty briskly, and it is just a little lighter on the whole (though I know it will still break my heart like LBFAD did). It probably won't totally change your life and rewrite your brain chemistry like I'm sure LBFAD did, but you will have SO MUCH fun and the ship is super lovable and has eaten my brain.
Esther Yu and Ding Yuxi have GREAT chemistry. Esther is absolutely adorable at all times; funny and charming and looking the prettiest she's ever looked in one of the best Cdrama wardrobes ever. Ding Yuxi has puppy dog eyes on LOCK. He's brusque and sad and angry, but he is marshmallow sweet and so earnest as he experiences his first love. They are SO soft, and absolutely, they'd die for each other. So yes, WATCH IT.
20 notes
·
View notes