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wow guys i cannot believe kubosai is canon and kuboyasu confessed to him with a love letter in chapter 128 according to the saiki k fandom wiki!! (lying)
#i think im so funny#no photoshop guys none at all i swear i promise i swear (still lying)#its not my fault kubosai is canon guys its not my fault! kuboyasu is in love with saiki !!!#ask asou he wrote it not me !!#ask whoever was responsible for the live action actually#saiki k#tdlosk#the disastrous life of saiki k.#kubosai#meows post
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Jealousy
summary: you and the other Baudelaire siblings are on the Queequeg, and seeing Fiona all touchy feely with Klaus makes your blood boil. So, you write your feelings out, but you didn't know that he would read them.
a/n: hi! Was rewatching asoue and the ideas just exploded. Side note, normally you, the reader, at least in this one-shot, are very clingy to Klaus, always hugging him and holding his hand. Anyway, read!
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You sat on a chair, staring at Klaus and that girl that is currently too close to him. You wanted to push her away so badly, to hold Klaus and drag him away, but you weren't his girlfriend, and you probably never would be with the way he's falling for literally every girl who's not you, starting with Isadora and now Fiona. Getting up, you walked to the chambers that Fiona gave you to sleep and found your journal, right on top of your bed.
Before Uncle Monty's horrible death, you and him got pretty close and you told him about your love for writing, so he gave you one of his empty journals and told you to write every once in a while and come show him. You never got to show him a single one.
Picking up the pen that you always put on the notebook, you started to write angrily, your hand moving so fast the ink becam sligthly smudged.
Why is Klaus touching her so much, being touched by her so much? I should be the one clinging to him, okaying and helping him with his ideas, touching his arm, smiling at him, kissing him. The idea of Fiona and him makes me sick. Why should she and her stupid submarine come and steal Klaus away? But, if he really likes her, I'll go along, I'll smile when they say they're dating, giggle at every time she makes him flustered, and I'll cry at there wedding, although the tears will not be ones of joy. When they have their first kid, I'll hold them happily, smiling at how they have his eyes, his beautiful, shining, kind, intelligent eyes that I could lose myself in, and I have. And I'll cry myself to sleep every night, alone because I can't imagine myself with anyone else but him.
You finished writing, pen ink slightly staining your palms and fingertips. Reading over what you just wrote, a sense of dread and disgust filled you. How could you write this about another person? Without another thought, you ripped the page out, crumpling it and throwing it somewhere it would not be seen for hopefully a long time.
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Frowning, you were lost in your own mind, drowning in your thoughts as Violet talked about something to do with the machinery. "...what do you think, Y/N?" You look up, confused. "O-oh, yeah, sure!" She looked at you with a stange look. "I just asked you if you'd eat glue with apples? What's wrong Y/N?" Sighing, you sat up straight. "Nothing, just... do you think that Klaus likes Fiona?"
You saw the gears turning in her head before she smiled, and you immediatley regreted your question as she started speaking. "You like Klaus!" The way you looked away from her said everything she needed to know. "Y/N, you should tell him!" "Do you see the way he smiles around her? I don't stand a chance!" You frowned, thinking about Klaus and Fiona. Violet smiled kindly, taking your hands in hers. "I'm gonna be honest with you, my brother is not always the brightest when it comes to love. I think he'll accept you."
"Accept you for what?" You looked up quickly, and saw Klaus holding a book and a... crumpled piece of paper? Thankfully, Fiona wasn't around him for once. "Y/N has something she wants so ask you." You gave Violet a glare, but she just smirked and waited for you to speak. "I u-um, wanted to ask you... where Sunny is! Yeah, I n-need to see Sunny..." Klaus gave you a funny look, a look in his eyes that you couldn't quite decipher, and said, "She's just in the kitchen, helping out." Getting up quickly, you gave Klaus a kiss on the cheek as a thank you, and walked to the kitchen, still pondering what Violet said. You always gave him a hug or kiss on the cheek, but that one was different. You tried to convey all your feelings in it, even though he wouldn't be able to tell.
Taste testing Sunny's food will make you feel better.
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A whole bunch of stuff had happened in a suprisingly short amount of time, and long story short, you were about to escape Count Olaf for the umptenth time in the Queequeg with Sunny, Klaus and Violet, and Fiona was leaving to follow her brother, which was the hook-handed man who was an associate of Count Olaf. All the information was making your head spin, but you didn't need to focus on that right now.
Klaus was trying to convice Fiona to stay, and you honestly were not as happy as you thought she would be at her leave. As he grabbed her arm, she leaned in for a kiss, which you could see from a mile away, but what you weren't expecting, was for Klaus to turn his face, so it was only a kiss on the cheek. Fiona left, Klaus having a solemn look on his face.
As Violet powered on the submarine and you were putting down Sunny, Klaus took your arm and dragged you to an empty room. You looked up at him in confusion, gasping softly as he pushed you down on a chair in the room, and as you stared at his face, you still couldn't tell what he was feeling.
He took out a piece of paper, it slightly crumpled, but you could still see the writing, and as you squinted slightly, you realized it was yours. Oh crap.
"Y/N, do you know what this is?" He said, holding it in front of you. "A-a piece of paper?" You muttered soflty, not wanting to actually say what it was, even though you knew exactly what it was, and who wrote it. "Don't play dumb with me Y/N." Under his glare, your head fell down as you looked at a "very" interesting stain on the floor. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for anyone to see it, especially not you... I just wrote it while I was angry, it doesn't mean anything!" You rushed to explain yourself, still scared to look him in the eye.
You felt a hand on your shoulder, and you worked up the courage to look up at him. He was... smiling? Suddenly, laughter bubbled out of his chest, and he was giggling. Ok, what the hell?
"D-do you seriously think I would ditch you for a lady I just met?" He chuckled. "...maybe." He pulled you up into a hug. "Y/N, I have known you for almost my whole life. I could never. ...and I might have a slight crush on you as well." You grinned, blushing. Maybe your feelings weren't one-sided after all.
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a/n: when i tell u i hate this so much. ill just post it.
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I'll talk about some things regarding the allegorical interpretation of The Great Unknown (TGU) at the end of "The End" (TE). I don't particularly enjoy discussing allegorical interpretations because anyone can come up with their own, and to me, that makes me lose the boundaries I prefer to impose on myself when theorizing about ASOUE. But I'll make an exception with one rule (a rule I don't usually follow in other cases): What was the author's intention?
Generally, I prefer to stick to what was written rather than what the intention was (especially since Daniel Handler's intentions varied greatly throughout the writing of ASOUE, which is totally acceptable and good, but leaves traces. Thus, among my personal rules, what he wrote holds more weight than what he intended while writing). But in TE, since it's the last of the main ASOUE books, his intentions at the end of the story don't alter ASOUE's future much because that future only exists in our imagination. (Which makes me both sad and happy at the same time).
Many believe that the author's intention was for TGU to represent death itself, which I disagree with. What TGU represents is a question, and the very question mark shape is strong evidence of what I just said. The question is "What happens after the end?" This question has thematic similarities to the event of death, but it is not the same as death. "End" and "death" can be synonymous in some contexts, but not always. In the case of ASOUE, the last book is literally called "The End," and the question "What happens after the end?" becomes poetically interesting. (At this stage of life, Daniel Handler was fascinated by wordplay. Poetry that heavily plays with the semantics of words and expressions has always been very present in Daniel Handler's life).
Thus, physically representing the question "What happens after the end?" with a mysterious entity that takes away the characters we love is a very interesting way to end the 13 books. "What happens after the end?" is basically Daniel Handler asking his readers to write fanfics and headcanons. He handed us the pen and told us, "You can continue the story."
I've read many books, but the only ones that moved me to theorize and write fanfics were those in the ASOUE universe. So, I think that question mark truly entered my soul and never left.
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*she was new to class in my homeschool co-op and i knew that if i didnt volunteer to show her where every room was then fucking taylor would be picked to do it and i fucking hated taylor for no reason so i volunteered and then my new bestie got me to watch doctor who and it was all over from there
**in case people ask. i was sally brown in you're a good man charlie brown. amplyopia representation lmao
*** i thought it was assigned reading. i was wrong. walked into class and turned to the teacher and just said "what WAS that" and he was confused and like "that was.... the first chapter??" and i was like "oh god i read the whole thing" and he was like "oh THAT makes more sense. you see flannery o'conner is catholic" and that just explained everything
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If you're still doing the writing asks: 3, 23, 30
3. How would you describe your writing style?
hmmmmm definitely like....... descriptive + meandering........ i definitely lean towards a more cinematic style if that makes sense??? i like focusing on little details also a lot.............. its fun that way WWWW
23. Dialogue or description? Why is the other one so hard?
DESCRIPTIONS DESCRIPTIONS DESCRIPTIONS DESCRIPTIONS DESCRIPTIONS D
(takes a breath) it is so easy for me to write abt yearning and descriptions and little details that make the whole fic pop but trying to figure out a) how to put that into words that b) the character would actuall ysay. is so. hEad in hands. u kno how i was like "i like focusing on little details" u can get little details out of dialogue but its so much harder. descriptions are so easy for that shit im not meant for people talking to each other ALKSHDGLAKHDSG
30. Describe a fic that almost happened, but then it didn't.
so many frankly......... lets just do three
obviously the rook/trey fey au............ the version of it where riddle gets stolen + trey goes on a quest to find him thats vaguely snow queen inspired after borrowing the power to find him from rook. abt growing up + plaecs you cant come back to. it would be SO long i am never going to write/finish it.
aksh asoue au which i think i talked abt in another post. i wrote literally half of it but the problem is i cannot figure out like. the punchline. it was meant to be htem reuniting after like 13 years bc akiren needs help after faking his death but i literally could not figure out what he needed help with. i still like the vibes of htis one a lot its my pipe dream to finish it one day............
sol/sym teenexo role swap. this one i also really like but i am not a longfic guy................ i had a whole fic outline for it too LMFAO concept was sol/sym made a bargain in another life to swap places for one (1) cycle and sol kind of hated it but they(+dys) all ended up living out human lives together for that one timeline. it was a fun concept but i am not a longfic guy "you write pef" I Am Not A LongFic G
#TANK YOU.........!!!!!!#if u would like more ideas ive had and will never finish feel free to ask but#be warned. they really are ideas i will not finish ALSKDHGALKSHDG#asks#eternalsnowfan02#ask meme
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To See The Invisible [ASOUE Dewey x Kit Meet-Cute Fic]
Description: Dewey Denouement has resigned himself to living the life of an invisible man, until one day he meets someone who actually sees him...
Relationships: Dewey Denouement and Kit Snicket
Characters: Dewey Denouement (POV Character) and Kit Snicket. (Frank & Ernest are mentioned)
Genre: Meet-Cute, Slice of Life, Developing Relationships, Tea, Pre-Series.
Word Count: 3075
Rating: G. No Content Warnings.
Link to original post on AO3. Thank you for reading!
A/N: I wrote this literal years ago and completely forgot about it until I found the file on my computer recently. I cleaned it up a little bit and decided to post it since I love this pairing. Cheers!!đ
"Excuse me? Excuse me?" called a crisp clear voice. Dewey stopped winding the clock abruptly and tried to hang from his rope without making any sudden movements as not to be noticed. He sighed almost laughing at himself for his foolishness. He was not being spoken toâno one ever spoke to him. He was invisible.
"Excuse me," called the voice again, a woman's voice reverberating off the walls in the dome of the Hotel Denouementâs lobby. Dewey sighed. She must be calling to him mistaking him for one of his brothers.
"Yes, maâam?" he called down to herâhis quiet voice echoing through the dome so he sounded much louder than he actually was. He supposed that was for the best seeing as he was more soft-spoken than Frank and Ernest.
"I don't mean to bother you, but I was wondering if you could help me...?"
"Certainly,â answered Dewey with a slight smile. As he began his climb down the rope which he unraveled as he went, he thought long and hard about which brother she probably thought he was. He hoped it was Frank. He was much easier for Dewey to imitate.
"What were you doing up there?" she asked as Dewey reached the bottom of the rope, and he finally caught a glance of the woman whom had spoken to him. It was merely long enough to see that she was very beautiful, enough to make him blush and stare at her feet, her little black shoes that probably made clip-clopping sounds as she walked shrouded by a long black coat which billowed to the floor.
"Tending the clocks," he answered honestly though he stared very intently at the rope he was tying up as he spoke, both out of shyness and worry that were she to look squarely into his face she would see he was neither Frank nor Ernest as she had thought. This was an irrational fear of course as he and his brothers were absolutely identical. So much so that even their own parents as much as he could remember them had had difficulty telling the triplets apart.
"You do that?" she asked, and Deweyâs brow furrowed. Was she surprised because Frank seemed too busy tending to guests to tend to a clock or because Ernest seemed too pretentious to care about something as mundane as one? Or was it simply because she didn't know if Hotel Managers in general tended to the clocks in their hotels themselves?
Not entirely sure which question she was really asking Dewey simply answered, "Yes"Â still rolling his rope.
"Is it difficult?"
Dewey shrugged his shoulders. "Not really. Iâm used to it." And he certainly was. He had been caring for the clock at Hotel Denouement since it had been built.
There was a slight pause, and Dewey wondered what the woman must be thinking though he did not turn to look her. It was almost as if he couldnât. Then he remembered that she had requested assistance and was probably wondering why he wasn't offering her any.
"What can I do for you?" he asked at last with kind concern in Frank's cadence as he put his rope into his suit pocket. He decided to be Frank until she explicitly implied she thought he was Ernest.
"Oh... well I was wondering if you could tell me where in this hotel would one find a cup of tea at this hour?"
"WellâŚâ Dewey hummed thoughtfully. âThe tea room in room 395 is closed, but there is a big supply closet full of tea in room 959. You're welcome to use it and the kitchen in room 641 which is always open to guests."
"I'll never learn all those numbers, no matter how many times I stay here..." she replied with a rather disgruntled sigh. "And I consider myself very well read and comfortable finding my way around libraries."
A smile tugged at Deweyâs mouth. It was rare he had met a guest who fully understood the hotel was organized like a giant library.
"Don't worry," he reassured kindly staring at the front desk over the woman's shoulder still much too shy to look at her. He wanted to ask her if she came to the Hotel Denouement often, but he simply said, "That is what we are here for."
The woman chuckled. "Surely you have to rest sometime...do you ever sleep?" Dewey nodded blushing slightly, and his companion let out a brief, breathy chortle. "I suppose most guests don't need help at 2 in the morning."
Now Dewey chuckled himself, neglecting to mention that he was usually always up at that hour to tend the clock when it was the least likely he would be seen.
"It's alright. I like being helpful..." Dewey mentally kicked himself. Not only was that an incredibly pathetic thing to say, but it didn't sound like either of his brothers. Maybe it could pass as Frank, Dewey thought, if you squinted and stood on your head... He let out a long heavy sigh. Hopefully, she wasn't paying too much attention.
After a long, heavy pause, Dewey's hands began to tremble nervously. Maybe she was onto himâŚ
Dewey twisted his long spindly fingers together as he tried to fill the silence and defer attention away from himself the only way he knew how. "I can tell you how all those things are categorized though if you'd like...in case you ever need tea in the middle of the night again and can't find someone to direct you...um..." he stammered in a quiet voice shuffling his feet. "As I'm sure you know, the tea room is in 395 for Etiquette..."
Dewey felt a lump in his throat as began to sweat. He could feel the young lady move closer towards him. "And um..." he murmured nervously pulling on his collar still trying not to look at her for fear the sight would render him catatonic. "959 is Southeast Asia... and um..." His voice cracked, and his cheeks burnedâfar too aware of how incredibly close she was to him now. He swallowed hard. "And 641 is for...for... food and drink." He finished as quickly as he couldâpraying that his face was not nearly as red as he feared.
The silence which followed was so long that if he could not still see the shiny tips of her shoes he would have sworn the woman had left. He could not help his curiosity any longer and at last he looked up into the woman's face. She really was beautiful, with soft, gentle features and long blonde hair pulled up with what appeared to be two pencils. He evaded her warm eyes though he could see the metal rims of her glasses.
Her brow furrowed, and the expression on her face looked troubled and confused as she asked, "Who are you?"
Dewey inhaled sharplyâunprepared for such a question. He had never been asked it before. Most guests just assumed he was either Frank or Ernest, and if they werenât sure, Â they would ask which of the two he wasâhis answer to which was more often than not Frank. However, somehow he knew that this was not what she was asking.
"I am a manager of this hotel," he answered carefully, thoughtfully. It was the safest response that came to mind at the moment, and he could only hope it would be adequate enough. He pausedâlistening to the clip clop of her shoes as she came even closer towards him and stared questioningly at the letters printed above the pocket on his uniform that read "Manager." Despite his best attempts to evade her gaze, he met her eyes on accident. They were warm, inquisitive, and seemed to see right through him in a way that made Dewey shiver. He turned away abruptly with flaming cheeks.
"I didn't know Hotel Denouement had three managers," she said dryly. Dewey inhaled sharply trying not to gasp, but he cleared his throatâtried his best to calm himself.
"I'm not sure I know what you mean..."
She tilted her head at him. "Well you're not Frank or Ernest..."
"What? What makes you say that?" He mentally kicked himself for the hitch in his voice as he tried his best to remain aloof and nonchalant , but the woman merely laughed. "I'll have you know that I'm..."
"You're what?" she asked, the slightest smile twitching in the corners of her mouth. "Do you want me to pretend you're Frank or Ernest?"
"But I am..." he faltered far more helplessly than he cared to admit.
The womanâs brow furrowed, and she was about to say something more. Dewey inhaled sharply, steeled himself for further questioning when her expression softened. "I'm sorry. I must have been mistaken," she said though the look in her eyes was pointed, knowing. "I apologize. I have enjoyed my stay at your hotel. It is a very nice and safe place if I do say so myself, and it's so peaceful as if..."âshe pausedâ"the world is quiet here."
Dewey could almost feel the intensity of her gaze on him as if trying to decipher his response as she added, "But I didn't realize this was a sad occasion..."
"The world is quiet here," Dewey answered meeting the young woman's eyes as she shifted a bit on her feetâthe bottom of her coat twirling until Dewey caught sight of an eye tattoo on her left ankle identical to the one on his own. A smile twitched in the corners of his mouth, and he offered her an understanding nod.
"So Frank or Ernest," she asked, with a somewhat wry smile. "If you weren't Ernest or Frank who would you be?"
Dewey pursed his lips together, thoughtfully considering her question before he whispered, "Their brother.â
The woman seemed to let out an almost inaudible gasp, but she covered it up well with a light chuckle. "That would really be somethingâhaving three identical brothers in one family. How would anyone ever tell you apart?"
"No one could. Well...until..." Dewey paused and blushed, but she seemed to gather his meaning as a smile twitched in the corners of her mouth.
"Some people just have a sense for those kind of things,â she said with a shrug of her shoulders. âAnd if I did, my name would be Kit. Kit Snicket." Dewey smiled. Kit Snicket. What a lovely name he thought to himself, blushing as he did. "And what would your name be, if it wasn't Frank or Ernest?"
"Dewey," he almost whisperedâhis pale face the lightest shade of rose.
"Like the Dewey Decimal System? How appropriate..." she bantered dryly, but her face softened. "I like it..." As she met his eyes, Dewey blushed, but Kit just smiled. "I imagine you'd have to be pretty fond of libraries with a name like that."
"There'd be nothing better in the entire world," he sighed wistfully.
"I did part of my apprenticeship in a library. It was very nice while it lasted.â She sighed. âSadly, as you can see I was not there nearly long enough to memorize the entire Dewey Decimal System."
"That's alright.â Â
"Easy for you to say,â she teased. âYou're practically a librarian."
As a blush filled his cheeks, Dewey chuckled sheepishly. "Thank you. I always wanted to be a librarian."
Kit quirked an eyebrow at him questioningly. "So is that your job then? Cataloging the hotel and working behind the scenes?"
Dewey shrugged. "I don't mind working behind the scenes. There are others..."âDewey paused, thinking of his brothers' in whose shadows he had lived his who life. "who are much better at helping than I am." His gaze fluttered to the ground, and he swallowed hardâfidgeting under her gaze, hoping he wasnât so transparent.
"I do like to help people too...," he hurriedly added. "just in different ways..." He didn't add âbecause Iâm painfully shy and people have always made me nervous,â even if that was the truth. He sighed. He knew his work was important too, even if it was a secret, but he could only imagine how foolish he must sound. After all, helping guests was his brothers' job. How could he help anyone if no one even knew him? Â
"Well, the world needs all kinds of people to volunteer to help," Kit reassured him. "And I think you're the perfect person to help me find a nice cup of tea..."
"You...you want me to come with you?" he stammered incredulously.
"Only if you wouldn't mindâsince you know where it is," chuckled Kit, and Dewey flushedâmentally kicking himself. Why had he taken it so personally? Of course she wanted him to come with her. She had asked for directions and needed a hotel manager to show her the way to go. "I'm sorry," she said. "I suppose you don't have many guests asking for tea at 2 in the morning."
"That's alright," reassured Dewey. âIâŚWeâre always happy to help.â
Kit smiled. "Do you like tea?"
"Yes. Do you?" He shut his eyes tightlyâresisting the urge to smack his palm to his forehead at the ridiculousness of that question. Why was this so difficult?
Kit, however, just laughed. âYes, I like tea." Her face lit up with a bright smile when she siad it, and Deweyâs eyes widenedâhis face feeling suddenly warm at the thought: she was so beautiful when she smiled. "But I only like it as long as there isnât anything in it,â Kit continued. âTea should be as bitter as wormwood and as sharp as a two-edged sword."
Deweyâs brow furrowed. He, unfortunately, didnât know much about tea, and often took honey in his, still he replied, "I'm not sure what kind of tea we have in room 959, but I will try my best."
He pausedâreaching to press the button on wall by the elevator under the number 118. "Room 959 is directly across from the elevator on the 9th floor. I can stop at the 6th floor on the way up to show you where room 641 is. If that's alright?"
Kit tilted her head. "Or you could just join me for tea, if you wantedâŚ?â
Dewey could have choked. He tried to answer her, but his mouth was painfully dryâany words he could have said getting caught and garbled in the back of his throat.
"Since you're walking all the way there anyway," Kit added with a shrug. Â âI know you are busy, but it would be nice to have your company for tea."
"MyâŚmy company?" he stumbled as his cheeks burned.
"Yes. Maybe you could teach me the Dewey Decimal System."
Dewey stared at the ground and bit down hard on his lip. Was she making fun of him?
"UhâŚUm..." he choked not quite knowing what to say. He had never had tea with anybody before. In fact, he rarely talked to anybody. Most people did not even know he existed, after all. He was always just âFrankâ or âErnest.â At this thought his face fell, and he swallowed hard. "I don't think I can...er...should..." he sighed. "I think you have me confused with someone else."
Kit's brow furrowed. "Oh? And who are you then?"
The word escaped before he could even think to stop it. "Invisible."
A thick silence quickly enveloped the room. Dewey stared at the intently ground, listening to Kit shuffling; however, he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.
When he finally looked up at her, he met her warm eyes, and she recited very seriously, "I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me." Dewey knew she was quoting the words of their associate, but they seemed to cut right through him. Time seemed to stop as she stared at him, and his breath got caught in his throat as she leaned forward and whispered almost directly into his earâher warm breath brushing up against his neck, "I see you..."
Ding! The sound of the arriving elevator rang through the lobby. Dewey blushed furiously as Kit pulled away from him stepping through the open doorsâher shoes clip-clopping and her long coat swaying revealing the tattoo on her ankle as she walked.
"I suppose I can find my own way if you need to get back to work," she said as she pressed the button for the 9th floor.
Dewey was too stunned to say or do anything. His mind swirled with thoughts and questions. The only thing he knew for sure was for the first time in his life he was not invisible to someone, and he knew then that no matter what happened next, he couldnât just stand there and watch her walk away. His feet seemed to move on his own as he practically dove towards the closing elevator. Strangely enough, a hand reached out just at that moment to stop the closing door. Kit nearly ran directly into him as she began to step back into the lobby. Dewey swallowed hardâhis heart pounding from how close she was to him, and even Kit flushedâglancing at the ground and sheepishly pushing a strand of her hair out of her face.
 "Oh...um...sorry..." she tripped over an apology, but Dewey could only nodâtoo far too mortified to form any words. "What does 118 stand for? Elevators?" She paused, fidgeting with a slight chuckle. "It was going to bother me. I had to know."
A smile tugged at Deweyâs mouth as he chuckled lightly, holding the elevator door for her and following her inside. "Force and Motion,â he explained as he took a place by her side.
The elevator doors finally slid closed, and a wide, bright smile spread across Deweyâs face as he turned to face his companion, practically beaming at her. Kit stared up at him with warm, inquisitive eyes, but she tilted her head at him curiously. Dewey fidgeted. âWhat? Does thatâŚnot make sense?â
âNo, uhâŚâ Kit began to reply. âItâs just...I was thinkingâŚâ She pausedâbiting her bottom lip as if thoughtfully considering what to say, but a smile seemed to tug at her mouth in spite of herself. Something gentle, kind andâdare he even hopeâsomewhat affectionate passed over her face as she said, "You don't smile like your brothers, Dewey."
#dewey denouement#kit snicket#kit snicket x dewey denouement#dewey denouement x kit snicket#do they have a ship name?#dewey x kit#kit x dewey#i love them your honor#asoue fanfiction#my writing
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Hi! Taking up your offer to ask you about your fic "The Wrong Answer" (Lemony Snicket)
- What inspired you to write the fic this way?
- Whatâs your favorite line of narration?
- Whatâs your favorite line of dialogue?
- What part was hardest to write?
- Where did the title come from?
- Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?
- What did you learn from writing this fic?
Hi! :)
The Wrong Answer
What inspired me? It was a theory I read a while ago that I can't find, pointing out that Gifford and Ghede had an elaborate fragmentary plot that I'm not quite clear on as revealed in Why Is This Night Different From All Other Nights? But if they were smart enough to have this whole plot, why would they try something as foolish as disguising himself as his parents? Because, since Lemony was taken as an infant, he didn't even know what they looked like. So of course disguising themselves as his parents would have had a chance of working. He had no memory of them. But then, how did he realize they weren't his parents? I figured one of his siblings, who did remember them a bit, would have told him.
My favorite line of narration is this: The youth standing there had one fist raised in the air to knock and a careful, blank expression on his face that showed nothing of what he was feeling. Lemony knew that look. His brother had taught it to him, after all.
My favorite line of dialogue is what Jacques tells Lemony: "But we believe in you. We know you can do the right thing. And remember..." we take care of our own. We take care of our own...Remember that."
The part that was hardest to write was how, exactly, the interaction with the four of them - Lemony, Jacques, Gifford disguised as Jacob, and Ghede disguised as E - went. Gifford and Ghede had to act like they were parents. Lemony wasn't sure if they were his parents or not. Jacques knew they weren't, but he had to act like they were so as not to give anything away.
The title came from the title of the series: All The Wrong Questions. This was the wrong answer. Answer to what, exactly? I'm not quite sure but it sounded good. ;)
I don't think there's anything that I learned or that I want other people to learn. Learn....to trust your brothers? Not to believe strangers who say they are your parents? XD I didn't really have anything in mind. I just wondered "So how did the Gifford-and-Ghede pretending to be his parents go?" and wrote that.
Thank you for sending this! I haven't thought about this fanfiction in a while, so this was fun to do!
( @accidentallylita I'm tagging you because I'm pretty sure you only follow me for ASOUE stuff, and I post little enough of that as it is, so here's this, at least? ;) )
Send me an ask about a fanfiction I've written!
#asoue#atwq#lemony snicket#a series of unfortunate events#all the wrong questions#jacques snicket#gifford atwq#ghede atwq#e. snicket#jacob snicket
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So I am listening to this Harry Potter podcast. Iâve never been too much into HP, only seen the movies⌠we have all the books at home and both my sister and my brother read them/got them read to as kids but I just never got into them, but Iâve gotten so much info about it whether Iâve asked for it or not (same with Star Wars, my siblings, especially my brother, is super big on Star Wars and he has legit tried to force me to watch with him sometimes because he thinks that I âwatch such bad things and I need to watch something betterâ). Also I have refused to read them out of spite because so many potterheads Iâve known treated me like I was less cultured of a person because I never read them and I was like âwell have you read asoue?! Exactly. Talk to me when you haveâ. Also, there is this swedish parody dub of HP that is part of my vocabulary now with how much I quote it.
But, I got recommended this podcast and I decided to listen to one episode that was about the Weasleys, and them Iâve always liked so I wanted to know what they said. And they had some really funny comments so now I occasionally listen.
And in this episode they read fanfictions, and Iâm sitting here laughing my ass off hearing them read this out loud. Itâs not My Immortal btw, itâs this swedish wattpad fic and I am just CRYING.
But it got me thinking - imagine if someone would find some fanfiction I wrote and read it in a podcast. I mean, I do write a lot of fics for small fandoms but I have written some for bigger ones⌠honestly, Iâd be embarrassed to have someone read my fanfic out loud even if it was a fanfic I was proud of lol
At the same time Iâd sometimes just want to read fics out loud, because it seems so fun
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choose violence ask meme for asoue and atwq. 7, 10, 12, and/or 16. i picked both because i feel while part of the same universe, each one has different things you can talk about.
7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because of how the fandom acts?
i have a probably deeply unpopular answer to this for the witcher⌠i think expressing that opinion is the only time iâve gotten anon hate
i donât know if i have an answer for this. i (a) am deeply contrary so i need to feel really neutral about something for fandom to ruin it for me (for example, if i were a different person, witcher fandom would have absolutely ruined jaskier for me for liking him in the most boring awful way possible, but instead i doubled (or tripled) down on liking him correctly), (b) was a fan of the asoue series for more than a decade before i got involved in fandom so i always have that to fall back on, and (c) am not in the tags very much and the people i follow have well considered, respectable opinions even when i really really really disagree so i donât really see things that make me want to hate characters
10. worst part of fanon
this is kinda boring, cause itâs like⌠a main theme of my asoue blogging, but iâm a vfd apologist, relative to fandom. not that vfd is uncomplicatedly good, itâs obviously not. but itâs not kidnapping if you ask first, and vfd does ask first and respects when parentâs say no.
12. unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them
is geraldine unpopular? if she is, thatâs my answer. always have been, but especially after writing fic focused on her, sheâs just absolutely fascinating. so many questions (mostly how much does she understand about what sheâs doing), such a broad spectrum of possible answers all of which are fascinating in their own way. i donât think i could write it, because i donât see it working with the dynamic i picked for them and iâm too attached to it to personally write them another way, but if someone else wrote it, i would 1000% read geraldine/moxie.
16. you canât understand why so many people like this thing
the idea that lemony is lying (or deceived by vfd) when he corrects the snicket lad song to say ârarely brought him backâ. why did that gain so much traction? itâs deeply confusing to me.
also esme/georgina, but not really, i am a huge supporter of fictional womenâs wrongs and people writing about evil or morally dubious women getting it on. iâm rooting for all of you and hope you are having a great time even if i donât quite see the appeal in this specific instance.
#ask meme#asoue#mayo replies#iâm a boring adult that goes to bed early but i would absolutely answer more of these tomorrow if anyone wants to ask :)
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17 and 18 for the fic ask game đ
17. What's something that you've learned about while doing research for a fic?
I think it is hard to beat when I asked a sociology friend what historical leftist group A Series of Unfortunate Events' VFD resembles and learned: 1) There was a group of socialists before the French Revolution whose contribution was gathering in intellectual parlors to discuss class reform and also to get smashed on absinthe and hallucinate. 2) Count Olaf's house strongly resembles the Notre Dame cathedral in design and its placement the middle of a major city, which maybe means nothing but also could mean a lot in adding context in ASOUE and background in a fic.
I still need to read the PDF my friend provided on the absinthe guys and finish the Behind the Bastards episodes on the Illuminati.
18. What's one of your favorite lines written in your fanfics?
If I can enjoy two of my favorite moments of horror and gentleness in Alternate World:
âOh, Willy.â Pleasure and tension curled around Her voice at his small noises of panic. She licked Her lips and soothed, âDonât make me too excited. I hate ending the chase early. Even now, little one, I want the final death of you to be good. I want it to be slow. I want you to be wracked with terror so far past comprehension,â His eyes had opened in panic despite his effort to mentally escape. He couldn't mentally escape this. A soft smile curled her lips as she finished in a whisper to him, âthat you donât recognize me. That you are relieved when I come for you. I want that, for you and for me.â
Holding The Doodler like a potato: I just think It as a malicious eldritch god of chaos is neat!
And:
Nickâs head was starting to slip a bit, so Glenn adjusted and found Nick older, heavier in his arms. Thirteen again.
Glenn kissed the side of their head, and Nick scoff-laughed quietly. âIâm too old to be carried, you know,â they murmured, forehead against his neck.
âNah,â Glenn answered easily.
This was what he had been working towards back in prison: being around Nick again.
The "I never got to tuck you in one last time either. Wanted to do that too" and "I always thought Face/Off was a sad movie.â lines are favorites, but Glenn seamlessly transitioning through his memories of parenting Nick still gets me. Noticing that the next stage of parenting Nick has occurred and kissing their head in response, like a greeting or reassurance, Nick feigning insult at being treated like a younger kid but wanting the comfort, and the acknowledgement that this was Glenn's driver-- trying to get back to Nick-- is really simplistic as a sequence but I think I wrote it well.
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For the ask meme: Widdershins and/or Fernald?
:D Hello! I'm going to do both of them because one ask of the meme relates to them both. This also mostly relates to the books, not the Netflix show (some exceptions).
Fernald
my initial impression of them: More or less 'I hate you with a passion why are you ruining the Baudelaires' lives!? Also you're a pretty good actor much better than Olaf'.
my impression of them now: While not one of my favorite characters, I have a greater appreciation for him due to being an example of the 'chef salad' belief going on with the book, and because over the years I grew to have favorites in other fandoms that are similar to him (some less, some worse), so he rose ranks slowly due to that. I also still maintain the opinion he's a much better actor than Olaf.
platonic ship(s): Other than his sister, Fernald being friends with the other Troupe members (everyone in the Netflix show especially with the Henchperson of Indeterminate Gender, and everyone sans the Bald Man in the books.)
romantic ship(s): Uh...none. I'm sorry about the lack of answer here it's just that my interpretation of Fernald has him unable to be in an relationship. Even for the Netflix show, I can't see him in a romantic relationship (other than Fernald/Get better taste than Olaf).
unpopular opinion: Fernald was honestly damn creepy towards Violet (I hated his line in THH of calling her Sleeping Beauty), and I don't like how the fandom brushes it aside (but I do get why; his comments can be gloss over, and Netflix got rid of this quality for the better considering his friendship with Sunny, and that I feel, helps in the glossing over.)
what i associate them with: Coffee (black, no sugar and cream), fedora hats, and the Joker card.
Widdershins
my initial impression of them: More or less, 'How are you not out of breathe with the way you talk? How are you a stepfather? Do you willingly know the damage that you done, or it is all subconscious?'
my impression of them now: Not my favorite character in the series, but I don't hate him. He's a fascinating character that lives in a neutral tier rank free in my mind, because my god, what makes him tick? I know VFD is involve, but it all VFD or his upbringing we don't know anything about (it's free real estate).
platonic ship(s): Widdershins and Hector. Legit my favorite platonic ship I don't how it it happened but it is. I also have a soft spot for Widdershins and Gustav (but it's not as develop as much ;_; I need to fix that I need to work on my thoughts on Gustav).
romantic ship(s): UMM, other than his wife and even then that's complicated...none. I mean, I technically do have Widdershins and Gregor, but that's really a one-side romantic ship for Gregor. I also do have a fasciation on the idea Widdershins and Monty have a brief fling, but that's not development enough.
unpopular opinion: Other than thinking he survived the Great Unknown (I think that's the popular opinion, Widdershins dies due to the Great Unknown, at least on this site?). None. Well, thinking he could have worked on Netflix ASOUE and not demoted to creator cameo could be that, but I feel that's a different topic for another day that I don't want to talk about.
what i associate them with: saltine crackers, bandages, and songs blasting on high volume pissing everyone off.
A WIP info I have for both of them that been on the backburning for months now is a fic where Baby Fiona gets her iconic triangle glasses. Widdershins and Fernald talk to each other, and it's quite hard to write them younger and getting along (the former is actually getting to me; I never wrote Fernald as a teenager before).
@gellavonhamster I hope you don't mind me tagging you (am I even tagging you correctly?)
#asoue#a series of unfortunate events#asks game#ask game#character asks#fandom asks#fernald#hook handed man#captain widdershins#my asks
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5, 6, 13, 43 for the writer asks? :)
5: how many wips do you have?
So I have The Stonetown Sanctuary which is my crossover fic with MBS and ASOUE. I haven't started writing the fourth chapter yet but the series as a whole is in progress. Clarividente is another multi-chaptered fic that is on hiatus. I don't have anything else that's like completely unpublished because I tend to just write things and then immediately post them lol
6: last line you wrote
âStill canât believe you walked here,â he muttered, drowsy and soft and in love.
this is from my first The House In The Cerulean Sea fic!! I am excited to write more for this fandom hehe. Highly recommend to any MBS fans because they're quite similar in vibes!
13: do you listen to music while you write?
No! I don't think I ever have for fanfic writing. I occasionally listen to classical music/soundtrack music that doesn't have lyrics during academic writing, though. But generally I prefer silence so I'm not distracted.
33: is there a specific word count you hold yourself to, or that you enjoy writing the most?
I wouldn't say I "hold myself" to any word countâ if I want to write something longer and shorter than the norm, I totally will. But generally I write oneshots that are between 500-1000 words, and the chapters in my multichaptered works are typically 1000-2000 words each. Sometimes I do longer oneshots that like span across multiple scenes but I make it all one chapter and those are in that same 1000-3000 word range.
I really like the shorter stuff! It's less pressure because I can write them in 1 sitting usually (sometimes more though) and it lets me indulge ideas without it being like a lot of work to plan and pull off. But challenging myself with longer works is also fun and I like the feeling of knowing I produced something substantial :)
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Untie My Silence Knot - Chapter 8 - Lemony, You Are So Gullible!
Dear Lisa,
I want to tell you again how grateful I am for your support in this investigation. I am also very grateful to you for keeping it a secret. Writing something that should be a secret on paper or recording a secret on an electronic device that records audio or video is a risky practice, but it has been done by so many people that I believe there must be a good reason for it. That's why I decided to write to you after all this time.
I realized that the only way to get Lemony Snicket to write me back was if I pretended to be someone else. When I read Lemony Snicket's Unauthorized Autobiography, I realized that he did not know about my mother's death, since he wrote a note for her after the publication of some of ASOUE's books. That is why I gave a letter to your brother, asking him to deliver it to anyone who responded to the secret code I discovered. In the letter I pretended to be my mom, and I hope Lemony will come to Cafe someday to receive the letter.
Lisa, please keep an eye out for any suspicious people who receive this letter. Your brother would never tell me the appearance of someone who receives or leaves letters, but I know I can count on your help. In the letter, I asked specifically where he was and where we could meet. So, I collected my money and came to Winnipeg. I needed to discover the meaning of the letter that Lemony Snicket left for Beatrice Baudelaire, the mother of my foster parents.
One of the sad things about my parents' story is that their mother and father were killed in a terrible fire caused by Count Olaf. At least, that's what they told me, and as I told you, they are noble people and would not lie to me. But I realized something important: maybe they were just wrong. Perhaps their mother had survived the fire. And maybe she knows where my parents are. : I rented a small apartment in downtown Winnipeg and went to the library. After a few hours of research, I found the book Winnipeg Mansions. There were beautiful illustrations, but I looked for the Duchess of Winnipeg's mansion. I soon discovered that it had been destroyed in a terrible fire, as described in Lemony Snicket's Unauthorized Autobiography. But what I wanted was to meet the owner of the mansion. She could have given me more information, but unfortunately, she was already dead.
I looked in the old newspaper record about her death, and found that she had been murdered with poison darts. She left no descendants, and that is why her death had ended the dynasty of the Duchy of Winnipeg.
My search seemed in vain. But I decided to go to the R museum, dedicated to telling the story of all the Duchesses in the region. The museum was very large, and had the most varied party clothes, crowns and rings. One museum pavilion was dedicated to displaying the costumes worn at the Masked Balls that occasionally took place in the mansion. My eyes focused on two of the costumes: a bullfighter costume and a dragonfly costume. It reminded me of what I had read in the book TAA. Lemony had tried to get over to Beatrice and tell her some information about Count Olaf. The sign below the bullfighter's outfit explained: "This costume was removed from a known arsonist who was captured in the last Masked Ball to take place at the mansion. The costume designer was never found." Well, I knew that was Lemony Snicket's outfit. But I found a clue on the sign below the dragonfly outfit. It said: "This outfit was worn by an unknown guest in the mansion's last Masked Ball. The Costume Delivery Company Inc. donated to the museum after the death of the last Duchess of Winnipeg called R âŚ" (Unfortunately the sign was so small that it did not fit the rest of the Duchessâs name). I wrote down the name of the costume rental company, and when I got to the apartment I called them. I pretended to be a reporter doing a report on the museum, and asked who had rented that outfit. The next day, I got the following answer: "We searched our records. Unfortunately, the person who rented the costume specifically requested not to be identified by name, but only by their initials. B B. Apparently this was a common practice , and that's why we were able to rent so many costumes when it was time for those balls. "
Well, that didn't help me much, but at least now I knew that for sure there was at least one person with the same initials as mine. Or at least someone who is wearing these initials. Through Lemony Snicket's Unauthorized Autobiography, I knew that this Ball had happened after Lemony published TRR. But my investigation took over the next day, when I found out that Lemony Snicket had published another book a few weeks ago. I ran to the local library and bought the book entitled The Slippery Slope . That story was in agreement with what I remembered. My parents refused to use villainous methods to capture Esme. But what surprised me was a secret letter that Lemony wrote to his sister. This means that he had written for me, and that he had been deceived by me. I felt a little proud of myself. But now I will need to get back to the City as soon as possible. Apparently Lemony goes to a hotel that is there. I don't know the birthday of my adoptive parents' mother, but apparently Lemony is going to get there around that date. I hope to get there before him, so I could meet him in person. If I get there before him, I will try to find an item that he quoted in the secret letter that contains some information that he believes can clear him of the charge of being an arsonist. Speaking of secret letters, I just had an idea. He wrote something in the letter he left for Beatrice ⌠something that is very enigmatic, but I know it means something important. "I will untie My Silence Knot too, I promise". This looks like a secret code. If I go back to writing to him using my own identity, I will write something like that ⌠I know it will be cruel, and that maybe it will make me mistake someone else. (And that's the goal, after all) But if I can get to meet him and then ask about my parents, all of this deception will be worth it.
Iâll do everything I can to find you once I arrive in the City. See you soon.
Best regards,
Beatrice Baudelaire.
#asoue#asoue fic#a series of unfortunate events#lemony snicket#beatrice jr#asoue fanfic#snicketverse#the beatrice letters#asoue theory#untie my silence knot#tbl#beatrice letters
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hey hot take but atwq is just lemony snicket's self-insert fic of asoue
kjhgfdsdfghj tfw you write a self-insert fic to that biography you wrote which also overlaps a lot with your personal life and experiences
now iâm picturing lemony trying to write this fic and he gives his 12 year old self insert snappy dialogue the actual 12yo him would have never said because he was an awkward child who couldnât string a spoken sentence together and makes him kill a man because it needs to be Cool
would this mean all the atwq-only characters donât exist? i donât want to consider that so letâs say that they do exist and have never met lemony or otherwise interacted with vfd in their entire fucking lives, lemony did some research and got a few things right about them and stainâd but most of it is horribly, horribly wrong. stainâdâs local history classes have a whole unit getting rid of misconceptions about the townâs history pulled from these books. what in the fic was the association of associates, most of whom barely knew each other, form a support group for people who keep seeing their name and being like âoh like those kids in those books!â and then ask a million questions about them. theyâre approached by a young jazz artist named ellington a few years later, who bemoans her fate. âiâve never even been here before! why me?â
tldr: i was skeptical about this take at first but i actually love it now. i have to write more about this i have so many ideas
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Can you do Lemony and R. Duchess of Winnipeg for the ask game please?
oh I definitely can
Lemony Snicket:
How I feel about this character: My favourite Snicketverse character, really. I enjoy his narrative voice greatly, and I love love love him as a character, heâs just so fascinating with all his flaws and weaknesses and still arguably trying his best (though often failing) and the contrast between him as a kid in ATWQ and as an adult and everything. I guess my favourite thing about him is that despite all the loss and disillusionment he still, in his own words, hopes for the best, and tries to teach his young readers that the world being cruel is not normal, that one should always fight against injustice and stick together with those one loves. A more cynical person would have given up long ago.
All the people I ship romantically with this character: Lemony/Beatrice/Bertrand own my ass... oh the potential of making a canon love triangle happier and sadder at the same time. Oh the way I project on 2/3 of this ship and would definitely develop a crush on 3/3 of this ship if I met them in real life
My non-romantic OTP for this character: Lemony and R, actually! All the little details related to their friendship that we get in canon are so sweet and, in my view, indicate a very genuine and enduring relationship
My unpopular opinion about this character: I donât vibe with, like. Exceptionally weird theories, like that he controls the Bombinating Beast or that he burned down the Baudelaire mansion, stuff like that. But thatâs probably not unpopular. I am also pretty indifferent to whether he is Violetâs biological dad, for a person who wrote two stories exploring this possibility. I think that both Violet and Lemony would consider Bertrand to be her true father in any case.
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Thereâs a lot of things I could wish for him, because dudeâs life is literally the worst; I guess, for âhad happenedâ, I could wish for him being able to maintain a closer relationship with his siblings throughout the years, and for âwould happenâ - for him and his niece to have a good relationship and actually become a family.
R, the Duchess of Winnipeg:
How I feel about this character: I love her... we know so little about her, but what we know made me build a headcanon image of her that I am absolutely in love with
All the people I ship romantically with this character:Â Beatrice - either as a one-sided crush on Râs part or as young love that didnât work out but turned into good solid friendship instead. Also, in my fics, I often write R with Sally Sebald purely because they both are among the few Snicketverse characters who survive ASOUE (at least, iirc, there is no clear evidence that they donât), so... someone actually getting a happy ending in this universe simply sounds nice
My non-romantic OTP for this character: Lemony (see above)
My unpopular opinion about this character: Jacquelyn is not R and not Râs daughter either, and this is the hill Iâll die on (if anything, Jacquelyn could have and should have been Sally Sebald, actually)
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I just wish we got to see more of her. Maybe in Poison for Breakfast? Pretty please?
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That ask for "one day past the end of the world" and "time present and time past"!! As for the ASOUE fics, pick any which one you're itching to talk about!
sam!! thank you!!!!!!!!!! and of course i spent the whole day overcomplicating what âwriting a fic consists of having one scene you want to write and scrambling to come up with an entire plot just so you can write that one sceneâ means and overthinking this. sometimes a fic came from a scene i wanted to write, sometimes it was a feeling i wanted to write, is really what it comes down to. (i was overcomplicating it by, what was really the scene, what was the first thing i wrote, a lot of times what i wrote first really was just the legit opening of the fic, sometimes it was just a line, sometimes it didnât even make it in, sometimes it was in the outline and i was just rewriting and rewriting the outline, sometimes i did plot first, i was trying to, encompass all the fics and then realized they were all different and they do really all have, scenes i wanted to write, it just wasnât always a scene, or what i did first, and, uggggg.)Â
one day past the end of the world -- it really started with a feeling more than a scene i specifically had in mind, but once i got going i did still start to think of and definitely work towards scenes i wanted to do, and for this fic it was the first mention of laura, âbesides, laura comes down those stairs. smiles at sarah, slips out the door, shuts it behind her with a soft snap. she doesnât speak, and neither does sarah.â besides wanting to write about sarah, i did want to write about s3!laura, our local floating fragment in time
time present and time past -- THE HOT SIX SECONDS THEY SPEND IN THE CONVENIENCE STORE. i wanted to write âpost-canon coop and laura (but especially laura) encountering donnaâ, and that, obviously did not happen, the fic spun away from that, but that was what it was built around. not!donna asking if theyâre buying chips for a picnic.Â
for sad lemon man, the one that comes to mind immediately is beatrice, and, there was SO MUCH i was so excited to write, thinking about 1944 laura and rewriting it as the fic, the things i was thinking about doing, the scenes i wanted to get down to think about, but, the first thing, and this is terrible, there was a line in particular i was DYING to rewrite and thought of right away and it started my original outline back in 2015, i was, so jazzed to rewrite the first line into âi shall never forget the weekend beatrice diedâ (my notes tell me i actually rewrote it as âI will never forget the weekend that Beatrice- for that was all I ever knew her as, just Beatrice- died.â) (this was 2015, i still thought a hyphen worked for a dash.) and thinking about it now iâm like âlulu that line didnât even make it into the fic. lulu the fic starts a completely different way. lulu..............â but that happens. i was also excited to write (and so immediately wrote down versions of) kitâs phone call to lemony, lemony and beatrice meeting, lemony and beatriceâs last scene, the very end paragraphs of the fic, and lemony and beatrice talking about the ethics of murder. they were things i always knew i was going towards and had to work into rewriting the plot, especially the murder discussion, because that was the whole thing of the fic.Â
i have a wip now thatâs just lemony giving a whole speech about, does he have regrets? yes. here are all these incredibly tiny moments he regrets from his childhood. but no, he does not regret the fight happening behind him in the daily punctilio which he was 100% responsible for. now i have to work backwards and figure out a real actual plot for that and?????? what agony. (instead of figuring it out, iâm doing unnecessary worldbuilding, because, i will avoid plotting for as long as i physically can sometimes.) but like, itâs too good a scene to give up, you know??????? itâs too fucking good. i canât let it go. i will not let it go. i will write a fic for it. fuck.Â
#i have this. inexplicably vivid memory of working on lemony and bea's conversation about hangfire while my mom was vacuuming#why?????? wish i knew#lulu talks about peaks#lulu talks about the sad lemon man#cerealninjakat
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