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kings-highway · 3 months ago

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Hi! So I'm a like a fan of your work, especially your ongoing long fic "This Is Not The End", and was just wondering, do you have any advice on writing? Anything you apply to your writing that helps you along the way? Especially about setting descriptions. YOU ARE SO GOOD AT THEM I CAN'T-

Btw, I was just about to re-read the chapters of TINTE but ao3 is down. and so is my sanity.

AaaAAAAAAAAAaaAAAAAAAA first of all thank you so much for being so nice, i have no idea what I've done to deserve any attention at all. And thank you for reading! It really means the world <3 and I am so sorry ao3 is down. it is for me too. we're all in this together.

As for advice... truthfully I could probably talk for HOURS about every little thing, but you've gone ahead and done me a favour and specified scene setting, so I'll try and keep my yapping to a minimum and just hit the highlights of things that I actually (try to) apply to my own writing.

One piece of advice that I often end up giving (that applies mostly to if you're in a limited omniscence 3rd person, or a 1st person POV - ie, one set of eyes) is to describe scenes ONLY as your perspective character would see them. So, envision where your character is standing, and the movements they're making, and describe the scene as their eyes would process details. This helps prevent static point-form style descriptions, as it mixes up when and how certain things get described, and also helps prevent massive blocks of description as you will naturally find places to describe your characters walking, looking around or moving in their environment as you "follow their eyes." [For a more practical example I apply this really heavily in the first chapter of TINTE, as Daichi is gathering his "lists" - this is why you get descriptions of Kags and Hinata and the scavenging trip being prepared before you ever get descriptions of the library. Despite the library ultimately being a main feature of the story, I don't set it into the description of the world until Daichi is looking at it. So instead of just setting the scene by describing how the town looks, we have to follow a character as they see it.] - this keeps the reader in the character's head, focused on the story. The environment (and the scene) is only relevent as perceived by your perspective character (this also makes the environments feel more authentic because there reader can't "see behind" the perspective character so to speak.)

The other thing I keep in mind, more generally for setting descriptions, is to not get bogged down by what I "want" the reader to "see." When you're writing a story, there's a 98% chance you're going to have these big, beautiful visuals in your head. There is a 6% chance of your reader ever being able to see that same vision. You will never be able to translate 1:1 the vision in your head - but you CAN translate the feeling you get thinking about that vision. So if you have a scene, with a gorgeous, beautiful stunning skyscape and mountains and animals and light and shadows - the more detail in your brain, the less you put on the page. These scenes are when you need to focus more on the feelings of the character, and the abstract descriptions of the world. "The sky stretching endlessly in it's vast expanse of pastels, dotted with birds flitting lightly between trees on rolling hills of lush flora. His breath caught in his throat, and it felt like he was seeing the planet for the first time." No colours are used, no animals decribed, there is vague "flora" and "birds" and "trees" - it's short and snappy and you may think you're not doing your beautiful planet justice, but it is infinitely more efficient at capturing that breathtaking aura you want your reader to understand than if you tried to describe the shape of the leaves and every species of bird and every single colour in the sky. A classic case of less is more. Sometimes not describing something is far better than describing it. You gotta let go a little bit of that control and let your readers paint their own pictures (they'll do a better job than the writer can every single time.) This applies for little things too! Even if you want your character to have an iconic necklace, sometimes it's better to just call it a "ruby studded pendant" rather than try and describe exactly the shape it's in and how many stones it has.

And the last tidbit I can offer is to just... write. Write so much and so often. The more you do, the better you get. I am honoured that you think I have the writing skills to warrant asking for advice, truly, it makes me feel so incredibly special, but if you're looking at me and saying "man I'll never be able to write like them!" then I need to give you my credentials. I have written 6 full personal novels, the first when I was 13 (it wasn't good, don't worry), and over a million words on ao3 for fanfiction - when I was in grades 3-5, I used to skip lunch recess and go down to the computer lab to write my "book" during that time. I am NOT a case of "oh they're just so naturally talented" I simply have a lot of practice under my belt. So if you write, and if you write a lot, you will learn and get better and there is nothing that I, or any other writer you like or admire, can do that you cannot learn to do as well. if you just write.

once again thank you SO much, and I hope this is helpful at all or answers your questions or was the kind of answer you were looking for. Please let me know if something doesn't make sense or if you have any other questions, and I am ALWAYS open to receiving asks like this, though my advice is only ever going to be the ramblings of one person, so take it with a grain of salt and if you don't like any of the suggestions, ignore 'em. Except for that one about writing. Unfortunately you have to do that one. Otherwise. Y'know. Nothing gets written.

#idk what to do with the tags here #fanfiction writer

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o-hora-o · 5 months ago

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oh goodness, we're on the same wavelength about einstein being an empty shell ! the vn brushed welt's death off so easily. also knowing that einstein only see her welt through joachim even in the present days (he inherited the name, but he is only the shadow of his predecessor to lieserl it seems) it tears me apart-

the 55 disater probably destroyed emma too. she lost carl, she lost erwin, nancy and welt, ein and tesla are in coma, and she now has to assume the responsability of parting from schiksal and create her own organization (powerful enough to survive the overseer himself since they are schiksal ennemies now). i recall that scene where ein vaguely mentioned that ae footstep in the wall was thanks to emma, so her loss impacted ae for the worst.

i'm curious, what do you think of einstein adopting coralie ? aside from the fact that joachim adopted a welt clone so that probably was a shock (it's fucked up tbh), but after all these years of her burying her feelings deep she adopted a child. that probably was a big surprise to everyone (also i find it hella funny that lieserl is still in denial considering her age and forbids coralie to call her mom, only big sis lmao)

Oh, I’m so glad that we’re on the same page!

To this day, the relationship between Joachim and Ein remains something I cannot fully understand for it’s so twisted and complicated. Because, on the one hand, we have Lieserl who did not show much interest in Nokianvirtanen family? (I think the only time she did and talked to Elias was when she told him about Welt's arrival, that he needed a library card and to prank Welt with an "old geezer" test). It seems she treated Joachim as a brilliant neighbourhood boy she and Tesla had to take care of from time to time but she wasn’t that close to him, unlike Tesla. And then, with Welt’s death, it changed so that she did start to care about him

But

She cares about not him as a person but as some shadow of his predecessor, as you’ve precisely said. And to make the matters worse, Joachim doesn’t care about himself either, as if that little Joachim boy is long gone and now there’s only Welt Yang, the carrier of His will. So, we’re left with Tesla, the only person who sees Joachim as Joachim and who has always cared about him and always will no matter how hard he tries to kill his true self.

On the other hand, we have Joachim who did show signs of care about Ein

But

He cares about every single human being and is ready to sacrifice himself for every single soul. Therefore, the question is, is his care genuine, or is it simply part of his “this is my duty, he died so that we could live, and I need to keep them safe no matter what” mindset?

See? These two seem to be in the same depression boat but so distant and indifferent to each other at the same time.

(Imagine how the tables would turn if Lieserl’s body wasn’t so weak, and she could inherit the core)

But back to Ein’s situation. Not only does she care about Welt’s legacy and only about that, but she cares about every little thing that is associated with him. She kept the shattered core, the Star of Eden while Joachim was lost in the Sea of Quanta, and the book of poems. The last one is an especially interesting case as it’s stated that it’s hard to encounter someone on the base which means Ein must have been carrying that book with her for who knows how long before giving it to Fu Hua. And not only that, but she translated and read it as well.

(She was so caring about his belongings and then Bronya single-handedly erased 300,000 souls and all their memories. Yes, I’m still very much pissed off by it and always will be, sorry)

Btw in the same dialogue with Fu Hua she mentioned that she didn’t feel great if she didn’t work out. And that’s another interesting topic to talk about – the way she kinda contradicts her younger self. Take for example this scene and that it is stated many times across vn or events or comics or the main story that she’s an awfully lazy person, her ideal life would be lying on a sofa and tease everyone around. (The part where she used to work 3-4 hours per day and now she works 24/7 can be explained by the fact that she had to fight honkai but that is no longer the case?). Or another example, I remember she used to go to sleep quite early and in the main story she goes:

And this one still pains me:

Yeah, you're right about Emma. Additionally, I picture that little Lieserl and Erwin were like her Pride and Joy (and then she adopted a stray cat called Tesla). Then she lost one, partially lost another and I'm afraid Emma passed away before Joachim returned (But hey, she still had Tesla-)

Oh, I forgot to mention another thing. I suppose Erwin had already received her doctorate during vn timeline, but Lieserl and Nicola were still in the process of studying? And then they...well...had no time and opportunity to finish it. What if their doctorate is as fake as is Tesla's driver's license and Welt's passport (Ada being able to print fake documents is a nice headcanon ig because how else can you explain Ein getting Welt's passport within an hour or two)

Oh, Coralie... At first, I was very negative towards her when I watched that BiliBili Part 2 stream. She seemed like a replacement for the AE or Bronya role in the story. Moreover, by that time writers totally forgot about AE characters, and I was very disappointed by the moon arc, not only by the destroying memories in the core and the soul-erasing part but by the fact that AE dedicated decades to making a plan (Planck and Edison were the origins of the plan) and successfully carrying it out (they even spoiled like half of the story in the very first chapter with the letter on Selene), and we’ve never got a scene where they realised they had won and celebrated it (I bet Ein/Tesla/Joachim thought “I wish Emma/Nancy/Welt could see this day”). But. The “The Star Which the Moon Gazes Upon” chapter completely changed my perspective on Coralie and Helia. They’re adorable and are my most favourite (and only) thing of Part 2 (ironically, writers don’t really care about them either). I remember how confused I was trying to figure out how Ein decided to adopt a child, but this explains a lot:

Though I'm still confused how they ended up playing a guess game and the whole "let's adopt another one" idea.

But let's look at this from another perspective.

What if the original reason behind Lieserl’s obsession over Welt starts in 1952 when she wanted to find out how Carl died, then she discovered that there was only one mysterious survivor and she unconsciously took it as a sign of fate and that she could become a Сarl figure for Welt and save him as Сarl had once saved her and maybe it would help her cope with the loss of Carl.... And then the 1955 came and Lieserl...well...failed.

BUT

60+ years later she spontaneously won a guess game (it would be funnier if it was a card game) and adopted a girl and ended up with the same thought of “now I want to try and play Emma’s role” and she tried to do everything for Coralie that Emma once did for her?

What I'm trying to say is that in the first case, Lieserl was initially trying to help a stranger, as if she was helping Carl. And in the second case, she enclosed the image of Emma in Coralie so that now she takes care of "Emma". Does it make sense?

Btw Coralie's black shirt kinda looks like the one Emma had...oh, right, have you ever thought that it is for certain that there should be Emma's room somewhere in the AE base...?

Wait, have Coralie ever called her "a big sis?" :0 Genuine question because I've noticed that she calls everyone senpai/uncle/teacher but Lieserl is just "Einstein". Also it's funny how Ein is considered to be her mother and Coralie does indeed have Lieserl's devilish traits but she's mostly as unhinged and chaotic as Tesla.

#anti entropy

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myunghology · 2 years ago

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hi jian,i hope you're doing well these days♡´･ᴗ･`♡!i've seen your post reharding about your inbox being opened,so i'll give it a try!can i request a scaramouche/wanderer and albedo hc with their s/o,g/n reader,who turned into a cat and how would they react?👀iyw to add more,you can add some domestic stuff.Its okay of this request is too much,you can ignore it!

ʚ scaramouche and albedo with an s/o who turned into a cat, + domestic headcanons ɞ

— ✦ gender neutral reader, headcanons, pure fluff! [ a/n : I think I'm in my Sabrina carpenter phase ]

ʚ SCARAMOUCHE ɞ

didn't realize it was you when he visited. tried calling you and said "what's this cat doing here?" but then you don't reply. are you not there? he looks around the living room and sits beside you and pets you.

but in his pov, he was wondering why you weren't there. so he tries asking the cat (he's a lil silly okay) and then you try to convince him that the cat is you. obviously doesn't believe you

and then, you finally convinced him.

he's mad. but not that mad. who would do this to you? or did you do it yourself?

you totally did it yourself.

"are you stupid" - scaramouche

asks if you can turn back into a human. "meow meow meow raaaaaaaaa hiss hiss" translation = "IF I COULD I'D BE A HUMAN RIGHT NOW"

"dang okay"

tries buying cat toys to tease you. and you just sit there with a :// sick and tired of his bs.

bought more like stole something to make you turn back into a human. but of course, things don't always go that well.

you basically turn into a cat for the rest of your life, but you can turn back into a human anytime. and to be honest? it's not bad.

you have sat on this man's lap multiple times, human or not, he finds it comforting

STAWWPPP im literally thinking of scaramouche with a s/o who turns into a cat when they're flustered

you definitely sit on his shoulder when he's working in your cat form

ONLY. LET'S YOU EAT IN YOUR HUMAN FORM. HE ISN'T FEEDING YOU CAT FOOD.

I'm gonna tell you. Living with him is a nightmare. No it's not those type of aesthetic couples let's be fr... You two literally have fights every hour. Playfully of course

"scara what do you use for your eyeshadow?"

"my aunts ashes"

"scara smile for me"

*smiles*

"ugly"

"fuck you"

MALE WIFE SCARA OMG

definitely knows how to cook.

also, definitely late night walks / dates.

buying lots of random shit in 7/11 is considered a date. to him at least. or mall dates!

SOMETHING LIKE THIS

+ taking baths together... not sexually omg

washing each other's backs and hair :), you accidentally got soap in his eyes and he hissed so badly HAHAHAH

"OH SHIT SORRY"

"(#(#(#(! #? @) @? @?? #(#() 1#(#("

oh btw he definitely does skincare. forces you to do it with him.

random goofy ass selfies in the mirror wearing face masks with scara >>>>

ʚ ALBEDO ɞ

he was definitely the one who turned you into a cat let's be honest

he. he doesn't really have that much of a reaction.

but he tortures you 'trying' to find a cure and says 'it's hard' BUT IT ISN'T. HE JUST LIKES TEASING YOU AND LIKES SEEING YOU AS A CAT

doesn't turn you back until he's satisfied. sorry.

you knock down some of his materials to annoy him LMAO, acts like he doesn't care but inside he's like "dyk how much I spent on that"

your paws on top of his hair gripping on to it forcing him to turn you back into a human.

eventually, he did.

but he was missing one material,, and apparently you can't get it anymore.

insert incoherent cat noises

and finally, you did turn back.

you'll still turn into a cat from time to time though.

he sends you to places when you're in your cat form because he thinks it's probably faster to get materials that way.

i don't think he's wrong though..

living with albedo... eh..

he's rarely home. most of the time he's in the lab— that's acceptable.

and half of the time he's taking care of klee.

but he all makes up for it, he can't leave you hanging just like that of course.

it's good that he gets home early, you two spend the rest of the day painting together, or either just doing random things together. also— when klee is there, is definitely more fun.

baking with them, coloring, playing hide and seek, making random potions!

“albedo do you know how to make slime” — klee

you three tried making slime. it got stuck on klees hair LMAO

eventually got it out after an hour.

swore to never make slime again.

klee sees you as a sister figure, and that makes albedo really happy :)

she keeps clinging on to you, while albedo just stares in awe at you two smiling and tilting his head slightly.

at the end of the day, you three all take a rest together on the couch looking like a cute little family. actually people have actually mistaken you guys for a famil-

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solittles · 3 days ago

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mota rewatch with subtitles in my native language (swedish), something i have never done before . spoilers™ below

sometimes the translation of the lines are soooo incredibly good like wahhhh

sometimes i cringe because ???! not that swedish is embarrassing, but it's vulnerable to me. i struggle with expressing myself in general, and especially in swedish because how personal it is to use that language.

so this rewatch made me feel soooo many more things than this show usually does. because swedish. i love these boys sm and they came so much closer than they usually do because of subtitles in my mother tongue

every of bucky's gay lines to buck? in swedish? screams into a pillow i love them so much

also fun to think of the swedish equivalent to all the references to places in the us the characters refer to

but ok lets leave the language part behind

bucky's way to change between his personal self (that is partially a performance though) and his leader role. when he starts barking orders 👉👈🥺🫣 im on my knees and so is buck . he can be a good dom and he'll ask buck if he can knock him up because with buck by his side he wouldnt mind having kids. anyway

goes insane about curtbuckybuck btw. it's like buck knows bucky loves him and wants him, he's too repressed to accept his queerness, so bucky finds curt. the two of them love each other, but curt isn't buck, though he's the best bucky can find. and buck and curt respect and care for each other, despite both of them know that bucky is with curt because he can't have buck (though, if he could he would have them both). and buck knows he can't give bucky what he wants, so he has to keep curt alive for bucky's sake, even though it means he partially loses bucky to someone else. but that's how it has to be, he can't. be queer.

and that's another reason why episode two where the buckies work together to make sure curt doesn't get shot down is so good

ALSO the relationship between pilot and co-pilot. pilot and bombardier. trusting another man with your ship. homoeroticism much!!!!

the superstition is. insane actually, i'm obsessed with it.

100% that buck and bucky are raised religious but lose their faith individually from each other and when they arrive in the uk during the war, superstition is all they have left.

everyone says it but bucky's waist.... he's. a unit!!!!! while buck is just an itty bitty ken doll

done with my buckies thoughts, over to ROSIE

my beloved!!!! i wanma write about his grief losing nash so bad. too bad i can't write i hate it here

him humming the chant when theyre the only ones left. darling boyyy!!!!

im also Obsessed with the entire arc he has in episode 6 at the flak house. rejecting he's not ok, trying to find meaning in their stay at the house, solidifying his role as a pilot and a leader after the talk with the doctor. being responsible for the rhythm of the whole band.....

then when he's going to get back into the plane, he's scared!!! he actually is!! he's feeling something, he's not fine! and that's such a huge step for him!!! and then he finds the beat, he gets back into the drum solo a week after he had to stop and he just goes!!!!

rosie's arc in ep 4-6 is Insanely good. that's my fav character right there!!!!!!

the chant starts playing and the cut over to bucky in the stalag... come On one of the best scene transitions. obsessed

bucky seeing his boys, his and buck's kids!!!! crank!!! murph!!!!

only to be reunited with his husband, the mother to his kids!!!!! HE SMILES SO WIDELY HES SO RELIEVED HIS OTHER HALF MADE IT . THAT BUCK'S ALIVE WAHHHH

sorry guys but. this show. i hold it in my hands

#long post where i just scream about the things i love abt mota episode 1-6 #e.c. words

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moonferry · 3 months ago

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fsioy chapter 12? i can't find a word that rhymes with 12..

since you guys decided you wanted it split into two parts (thank u for that btw) here is the first part! they will technically be two separate chapters but only one will have the "introduction" thing i do at the beginning. they WILL be able to stand alone, so don't worry about having to reread for context clues when i release the next one. i'm still working on chapter 13 so that one will be released at a later date <3

warnings: the boys are arguing :(, survivors' guilt, ment. of death/ (i think thats all for this one. the next one will have Many More... sorry)

word count: 3980

summary: kent and lee make their journey to their new camp. however, there is still some unresolved tension between the two and they hash it out on the ride over. eventually, something else happens and the two are forced apart.

ao3 link: here

other chapters: chapter masterlist

translations: Mein schatz - my treasure (term of endearment). | dein freund - your friend | oma - grandmother

July 19XX, Secondary Training Camp | Near the End Of The War

The morning rolled around, leaving Kent and Lee in a state of uneasy anticipation. Even though they were only given a few moments to gather their things before being whisked into a vehicle used specially for transport between the two camps, Kent had to admit he was glad to be getting away from Cabin Five - at least for a little while, anyway. The cabin was surrounded with painful memories for both of them - namely everything surrounding Danny that hadn't been sent to his family back in the city - and Kent was grateful for the distraction.

They weren't given any specifics on how long they'd be stationed or even if they were assigned to the same unit. They weren't given much of anything, to be honest, not even a warning of what was to come or a list of other cadets who would be accompanying them. The two were simply told to follow Willy’s orders and not ask too many questions (which was quite the impossible task, considering Kent was quite curious and Lee loved asking questions..).

The journey was extremely tedious - and, it didn't help that the summer heat seemed to be amplified as they went further into the season, which make their journey all the more miserable. Sticky with sweat and unsure of their futures, Kent and Lee sat slumped in the back of the transport vehicle and watched the scenery shift, the luscious green hues of the nearby forests slowly morphing into the drab gray of abandoned buildings. It wasn't a pleasant sight - it was barely a sight at all, really. The “buildings” referred to whatever remaining rubble managed to stay standing. The entire area looked like nothing Kent had seen before. It looked completely devoid of people, but Kent noticed signs of life everywhere - a swing set still in motion or abandoned cars in the street, their doors ajar as if the inhabitants left in a hurry, and even clothing still hanging from a nearby clothesline. It all seemed eerie and unsettling. It didn't help that Lee, who was normally so upbeat and always found a positive in everything, seemed quiet as they passed yet another sign of this tragic war. Kent knew part of Lee’s silence had stemmed from the loss of Danny - Kent didn't feel much like speaking himself, so he completely understood. He just wished there was something he could do or say to help Lee. But what, exactly, can you do in this situation? Kent wasn't sure, so he remained silent.

The silence stretched between them and made Kent feel even more uneasy. It wrapped the two boys in a thick blanket of shared loss, but it also threatened to strangle them with all the things neither had said (or the things they did say and came to regret). Kent watched Lee, the other’s brows furrowing as Lee glanced down at his hands, his fingers resting around a fallen petal from the bouquet. Kent watched as Lee twisted it between his fingers, the flora seeming to dye the tips a faint yellow. The two hadn't spoken about their argument (other than Kent’s brief apology after it happened) and Kent’s accusations kept rotating in his mind.

“Hey, Lee?” Kent spoke, finally breaking the silence. The other glanced up at him, raising an eyebrow..

“Yeah, man?” Lee asked, a bit of skepticism seeping into his voice, “What's up?”

“I just want to say I'm sorry,�� Kent started, nervously fidgeting with the sleeves of his shirt. He took a deep breath before adding, “For earlier. I didn't really think it was your fault, I was.. I was just upset.”

Lee listened to Kent’s words, his lips pursing into a thin line. He stopped fidgeting with his flower and turned his body, ensuring he was fully facing Kent.

“Didn't you, though?” Lee accused, his voice remaining even, though Kent heard a slight indication of hurt.

“What?” Kent protested, shaking his head in his defense, “What are you talking about?”

“Kent, the things people say in anger often reflect what they're actually thinking,” Lee explained, a small sigh slipping past his lips. He pulled his knees toward his chest, tearing his gaze away from Kent before adding, “When you said it was my fault, I think you truly meant it.”

“No.. I didn't,” Kent started defensively, though he shook his head and heaved a sigh before continuing, “I didn't mean that. If anyone's at fault, it's me, or.. or the person actually responsible.”

“Sure,” Lee said, pursing his lips even tighter together. He dismissed, “Whatever you say, man.”

“I'm being honest, Lee,” Kent pleaded.

There was no response, so Kent tried again, “I’m truly sorry.”

When it was obvious Lee had stopped listening, Kent buried his face in his hands and exhaled another sigh. Why had he said that, anyway? He couldn't have actually meant it, could he? Kent simply misplaced his anger and said something stupid - with the intent to hurt, nonetheless. His stomach soured at the thought. If he was feeling such an immense wave of guilt, there must've been some truth behind his words - even if he didn't want to admit it. That gave Kent much to think about. Deep down, did he blame his friend? He wasn't sure. He wanted to believe he didn't, but in the farthest reaches of his mind - tucked in one of the many crevasses of his brain - Kent heard a small voice insisting that Lee was at least partially responsible. He hated that voice with every fiber of his being. He hated how quick he was to blame everyone. He hated how he had hurt Lee. He hated everything. He even hated himself, too.

“Lee, I-” Kent started again, though he was stopped by Lee holding up his palm and shaking his head.

“Save it, Kent,” Lee spoke, glancing back down at the small petal in his palm. He clutched it tight enough to cause a small rip to form in the delicate fibers. Lee closed his eyes as he brought his closed fist towards his chest, a small, barely visible tear trailing down his cheek, before speaking once again, “I don't want your apologies.”

Lee opened his eyes and glanced at his tight fist, his knuckles going white from how hard he was forcing his hand to stay closed. Another tear trailed down the curve of his cheek and Lee spoke once again, his voice breaking, “I just want Danny back.”

Kent’s lips formed a small line, though he gave a small nod. He understood that feeling all too well. He desperately wished - no, longed - for people to come back, no matter how impossible it seemed or how unlikely it was. He knew there wasn't any way something like that could happen. All you could do was hope to see them in whatever happened after this life. Despite knowing everything happened for a reason, Kent found himself - once again - unsure of what it was. Nothing made sense anymore and, as much as he wanted to believe that this was part of Yoba’s greater plan, he couldn't help but wonder if Yoba was really responsible for everything that had occurred over the past year or if it was some other malicious force intent on toying with him.

“I know, man,” Kent replied. He reached out and placed a gentle hand on Lee’s shoulder. Lee looked at him, anger briefly flashing in his eyes. He pushed Kent’s hand away.

“Do you?” Lee replied, a mixture of hurt and accusation loading his words.

Kent’s face contorted, his brows furrowing together. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, his voice sounding harsh and spiked, as if it was layered with thorns. Danny was one of his best friends, of course he knew what it was like to want him back. On top of that, Lee wasn’t one to turn away physical affection (or even a gesture as simple as placing a hand on his shoulder), so the fact that he did let Kent know he was more upset than he let on.

“You barely knew him, Kent,” Lee said, shrugging his shoulders as he glanced away.

“So what? I'm not allowed to grieve for my friend just because you knew him longer?” Kent retorted, his jaw clenching.

“No! That's not what I’m saying,” Lee responded defensively, his own face contorting as his anger began to rise.

“Then what are you saying, Lee?” Kent asked.

“You wouldn't understand,” Lee spoke, attempting to dismiss the current conversation. He reached a hand up and rubbed a protruding vein in his forehead.

Lee hated arguing. He recalled Danny’s solemn face as Danny spoke about his home life. After learning about Danny’s parents, Lee told himself he wouldn't argue with anyone he cared about. He considered himself to be a pacifist - and absolutely hated violence of any kind, another thing he learned from his grandmother. He could hear her voice scolding him now, “Ah.. Mein schatz,, you aren't supposed to argue with dein freund... Naughty, Vini.” Sorry, Oma, he thought to himself.

“Oh? What do I not understand?” Kent spoke, pushing a gust of air through his nostrils. “Go ahead, enlighten me.”

“What has gotten into you, man?” Lee spoke, crossing his arms over his chest with a small, exasperated sigh.

“What's gotten into me?” Kent asked, his mouth gaping open in disbelief. He repeated, his voice rising slightly, “what's gotten into me? Do you even hear yourself right now?”

“You've done nothing but get angry at me the entire time we’ve had this conversation,” Lee grumbled. He shook his head and held up his hand in dismissal, “Just forget I said anything.”

“No,” Kent protested, shaking his head, “All you’ve done lately is run away. If you have something you want to say, then say it.”

“Kent, please,” Lee pleaded, trying once again to drop the conversation before he said something he'd regret, “I don't want to argue with you.”

“You didn't have a problem with it earlier,” Kent recalled. His eyes narrowed as he recalled the words, “When you implied I didn't know what it was like to lose Danny. Like I didn't also lose a friend.”

Lee closed his eyes, desperately trying to keep himself from speaking. He knew that, if he did, it would only cause more harm. Though, he seemed to be fighting himself, too, - fighting against a ball of rage that wanted to overtake him and ruin everything he worked so hard for. That's all he did really. Ruin things. Lee heard that phrase so many times from his parents.

Everything was always Lee’s fault somehow, even if he didn't actually have a part in it. He remembers the loud clamor of words as his mother pleaded for his father not to leave. He remembers the pained look on his mother’s face the day his father left. He also remembered how her expression changed when a younger version of himself walked into the room. Instead of being relieved to see Lee, his mother sneered and insisted “This is all your fault, Vincent.” Ever since that day, Lee has despised any sort of argument. He even despised his own name - because he shared it with his father.

He gulped, shaking as he recalled the memory. He slowly opened his eyes, faint tears staining the curves of his cheeks. Lee thought more about Kent’s words and shook his head.

“That’s all he was to you, Kent. A friend,” Lee sniffled, drawing his knees close to his chest before adding, “But he was so much more to me. Danny was all I had - until I met you. And.. now he's gone.”

Kent’s anger instantly disappeared and it was replaced with a massive wave of guilt and regret. He glanced down at his shoes, disappointed in himself. How could be be so selfish? Kent had been so wrapped up his own grief that he forgot Lee would be grieving just as hard, if not harder. He felt like a massive jerk.

“Oh, Lee..” Kent started, raising a hand to comfort his friend, but he hesitated - unsure if Lee wanted any touch. “I'm sorry.. I didn't.. I didn't know,” he mumbled.

“I love him, Kent,” Lee admitted, huddling closer to himself - making himself appear as small as possible. “And I had to tell that to his corpse. Don't you realize what that does to a person?”

“I was supposed to tell him to his face. He was supposed to be there when I got back. Everything was supposed to be okay,” Lee started, his voice breaking on the last word. He glanced up at Kent as tears flooded down his cheeks. Lee tightened his fist over his heart, his voice barely audible as he tried to speak once again, “Don't you think I feel guilty? Don't you think I lay awake at night, wishing it were me instead of him? I have nothing to lose, Kent. He had everything. And now I can't help but feel like it's all my fault he’s gone.” He was sobbing now, his body shaking as another wave of tears resounded through his chest.

Kent watched his friend carefully, his lips morphing into a small. concerned frown. He reached his hand out once again, but this time he didn't hesitate. He wrapped Lee into a hug. Kent felt his friend lean against him and eventually the light feeling of Lee’s arms around his waist.

“I know. I find myself feeling the same thing, Lee,” He spoke, attempting to reassure his friend. “I feel so guilty it's insane. Everytime I close my eyes I see instances where if I could, I would jump back in and change the outcome. But, trust me when I say this, I don't blame you. Danny wouldn't blame you, either.”

Lee sniffled and clutched the fabric of Kent’s uniform, bunching it up in his fist as he hugged him tighter. Kent thought for a moment before reaching into his pocket. He took out the small metal plate he'd placed inside earlier and nodded to himself. Kent knew this was the right decision.

“Hey, Lee?” Kent spoke. He waited for Lee to look up at him.

“Yeah?” Lee asked, reaching arm up to wipe his face as he sniffled once again.

“Someone special gave this to me, but I think you should have it,” Kent explained, clasping his hand around the tag as he spoke. He turned his hand over and carefully placed the I.D. tag in Lee’s palm. “It belonged to Danny. But, now it's yours. You need it more than I do.”

“What..?” Lee asked, tilting his head in confusion as he felt the cool metal against his palm. He inspected it, letting out a small gasp as he read the engraving. It was Danny’s alright. He glanced up at Kent, his eyes shining with tears.

“Thanks, Kent,” Lee said, a faint smile covering his lips. He uncovered a small locket from around his neck - one that contained the last reminder of his grandmother and Lee’s own tag - and attached Danny’s tag to the chain, letting the metal rest against his chest, directly over his heart.

Kent briefly shared his friend's smile. He knew it meant he wouldn't have anything left to remind him of Danny, but he also knew it was the correct decision. Lee deserved it more than he did, anyway. After all, Lee had known Danny longer and better than Kent ever would.

The rest of the drive was just as dreary as the first half, though the air around them seemed less tense and Lee seemed to be in a slightly better mood. Kent was grateful for that, at least. He hated how he had hurt his friend, even if he didn't realize he was doing it at the time. He knew that giving him the tag was only a small gesture, but Kent hoped that it meant something.

Eventually, the terrain beneath them was becoming too rough for the vehicle to hand - Kent and Lee were being jostled around quite vigorously. At one point, Kent was so dizzy that he thought he saw little cartoon birds flying in a circle around his head. The vehicle came to an abrupt stop in the middle of nowhere, sending both Kent and Lee lurching forward and causing their heads to crash against each other with a comical bonk.

They both grumbled and complained. Kent reached his hand up and rubbed the growing bruise on his forehead.

“Ah, quit yer whinin’, lads,” A familiar voice spoke as footsteps approached the back of the vehicle. Willy had gotten out of the front and went to gather the two boys. He spoke once again, “Looks like we’re here.”

Evidently, they had arrived at their location - which was nothing more than two separate house-like structures surrounded by a large mass of barbed wire fencing and deep grooves (similar to trenches) that were littered sporadically across the ground. It made Kent wonder what they were used for. He thought about why a base this size would need to be this heavily guarded. He gulped. Maybe it’s best if he didn't think about that sort of thing. He just arrived, after all, so it couldn’t be that bad. Right?

Kent shook the thought from his mind and trailed behind Lee and Willy. The three of them approached one of the shoddy buildings and Willy instructed Lee to enter. Kent went to follow him, though he was stopped by a firm hand on his shoulder.

“Not you, lad,” Willy said, a small sigh slipping past his lips, “Just Private Leegland.”

“What?” Kent asked, tilting his head in confusion. His brows raised and he spoke once again, “Why?”

Willy sucked in some air through his teeth, gritting them slightly. He looked uncomfortable, as if what he has to say next wouldn't be good news. Willy hesitated before speaking, “The.. er.. commanders decided it would be best if you two were separated. At least for a while.”

“What? That's not fair!” Kent protested. He had always been stationed with his friends - for better or worse - and couldn't understand why they suddenly decided it would be a good idea to separate the two, especially after everything they'd recently experienced.

“This is war, son. Nothing’s fair,” Willy replied, his lips pursing together in a thin line. Kent glanced at his face - the sunlight illuminating the man’s wrinkles, which were far too many for his years. If anyone knew the truth about that statement, it was most certainly Willy. Kent knew the colonel had seen his far share of wartime tragedies.

“Wait, you're separating us?” Lee piped up after climbing the steps to his assigned building. His expression was more sad than confused.

“This isn't out of malice, lads,” Willy explained, resting his fingers against his forehead. He exhaled another sigh before shaking his head and continuing, “No, it’s to help you, ya understand? Get yer minds off things, you know?”

The two friends looked at each other, sharing a sad look. Willy glanced between the two and frowned before letting out a defeated sigh. He tried to explain even further, “Look, lads, I'm not heartless. If I could do anythin’, I would, but it's out of me control.”

They looked at him with big, pleading eyes. Yet Willy responded with a simple shake of his head. It truly broke his heart to do this, but he could only hope it was for the best. He would never tell the boys this, but the leading commander had implied they would be “too much of a liability” if they were placed together, given their “emotional instability.”

It made Willy angry just thinking about the cold, uncaring look on the commander's face as he issued the order. How could someone be so cruel? Those boys just lost someone close to them and this is what they get? Willy thought to himself. It didn't sit right with him. Not one single bit. If anything, he believed they should stick together - for emotional support. Regardless of what he thought, it wasn’t Willy’s decision to make.

Eventually, Willy managed to reassure them that it was only temporary and Kent agreed to follow him to his own dwelling. However, Willy had to “run some errands” and left Kent to his own devices. And so Kent was alone for the first time since his arrival at the camp. He wasn't sure what to feel, to be honest. He was so used to having someone near him that it felt… awkward being alone. Deciding there was nothing better to do, Kent pushed open the door and peered inside at his new roommates. Though, when his eyes landed on one person in particular, his expression dropped.

“You've gotta be kidding me,” Kent grumbled. A disappointed look crossed his face. He cringed as the man looked up and noticed his entrance.

“Hee-eey, it’s the Loverboy,” Ray called out as Kent entered the room, getting a chorus of small snickers from other cadets in the room. As if this day couldn't get any worse, Kent thought to himself.

“Ray,” He acknowledged curtly, moving past him and stopping to survey some bunks. “Is this bunk free or are you going to harass me over it?” Kent asked, his lips forming a thin line as he nodded his head in the direction of an empty bed.

“Nah, man. You can have it,” Ray replied. Kent narrowed his eyes skeptically. Something seemed…off about Ray. He wasn't usually this nice - especially to Kent and his friends. Kent wondered if this was all part of a larger prank. Maybe Ray secretly loosened the screws and the bunk would collapse the second Kent sat on it? He hoped not, but that was the only likely explanation he had for the strange behavior. Kent hesitated, scrutinizing Ray and searching for any hint of jokiness.

He found nothing, so he approached the free bed cautiously. Kent carefully inspected it. Surprisingly, nothing happened or seemed visibly wrong. Kent let out a sigh of relief and plopped himself down. Even more surprisingly, however, Ray approached Kent and sat next to him. Kent tensed, ready for the worst.

“I heard about your friend, man,” Ray spoke, reaching and placing his hand down harshly on Kent’s shoulder, causing Kent to wince. Ray didn't seem to notice and continued speaking, “That sucks. I'm sorry.”

“You didn't even like him, Ray,” Kent spoke, shrugging his shoulders slightly. “You don't even like me. Why are you talking to me, anyway? Don't you have better things to do?” Kent grumbled.

“Not really, no,” Ray admitted, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. He pursed his lips together as he thought about the rest of Kent’s words. There was truth in them, Ray did not “like” Kent and his friends - least of all Danny, for personal reasons - but he still wanted to extend his sympathies.

“Look, Ray,” Kent started, gently pushing Ray’s hand away from his arm before continuing, “I would appreciate it if you just.. I don’t know.. left me alone? I'm not in the mood for your jokes or teasing.”

“Wow..,” Ray started, his face shifted in disbelief. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly

. “Have I been that awful to you guys? I didn't realize,” Ray spoke, a look of regret creeping onto his features. He frowned before adding, “I'm sorry, Loverb- I mean.. Kent. I'm sorry, Kent.”

Kent shrugged, but he didn't respond. Ray’s apology seemed genuine, but Kent wasn't sure if he could trust it. In response to Kent’s silence, Ray gave a slow nod and moved away - guessing that the conversation was now over. Kent just hoped the remainder of the day would be better. After all, it was only - he glanced at the wall clock - 8 in the morning. Plenty could happen. The day was still young.

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deepspacedukat · 2 years ago

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Not a request, it’s just another one of those “I’m telling you about this because I’m obsessed with this idea and my only other option is to scream it into the void or write it myself”.

Romulan let’s the mute human woman (born this way, trauma, etc) touch his hand so that she can communicate freely or so he can act as her voice when she is frustrated with others in the room that don’t know sign or if a thought/idea is too complex to sign easily. They become so used to this they are practically glued to each other and constantly touching hands not really thinking twice about it. He had no idea human women could be so damn snarky and cunning - not having had much experience around them - but is very pleased. She’s highly amused by his arrogance and surprising softness that he has accidentally let slip through his thoughts. When it’s time to go their separate ways, they both feel as though that would almost be like cutting off a limb they are so used to one another. They’ve become extensions of the other. Guess she’s gonna have to be a Romulan citizen now? 🥺😭

In my brain this is in a Jem hadar prison camp and they are the ones who mutilated her so she couldn’t speak. She’s bitter and frustrated with how she can’t communicate, so he offers her his help.

This is so Letant tbh - can you imagine him going all politician at a party on Romulus or something and leading his now wife around by his elbow, touching her hand. They’d be silently gossiping and reveling in their own private jokes while keeping straight faces in front of the other Senators. (Sorta kinda like one of your Vorik fics at the luau)

Ugh just a screaming, crying, throwing up. Seriously tho - I love your writing so much. You’re such an inspo - keep up the amazing work ❤️

sorry not sorry for the brainworm,

Toebeans

OHMYGOD, OKAY. Okay, I'm finally forcing myself to post this. I've read it an unreasonable amount of times and it's been in my brain since I received it last night. Thank you for the really sweet words, btw! I’m glad you enjoy my writing, friend! ❤️

*shifty eyes* @horta-in-charge! You need to see this and suffer with me, okay? Okay! 😇

This got so long omg. I had A Lot Of Thoughts.

This whole idea makes me fucking feral! Going off of the concept that the Jem’Hadar were the ones who made it so she can’t talk leaves so much space for so many emotions! Like, she gets tossed in the cell Letant is in, and he’s there to witness her realization that she no longer has the ability to talk and her first few struggles to make her thoughts known.

At first, he helps translate for her because seeing her struggle is an annoyance...and in a way that he doesn’t want to admit, seeing her in pain/crying makes him want to bundle her up in his arms. He wants to make that feeling stop, and he thinks it’s just empathy, so he starts doing the touch telepathy translating thing.

But the feelings don’t stop (obviously). They get stronger and stronger until he finds himself smiling more despite their captivity and protecting her despite the danger to himself until “oh no, I love her.” Then the moment comes when they’re free/heading back to the wormhole (or some close Starbase depending on where the camp is) and they realize that their state of existence in a nearly inseparable pair is imminently at risk of being completely destroyed. As you said, at that point he’s a part of her and she’s a part of him. And they can both tell when the other realizes, because they’re both scared - it’s not her first time being terrified, but it is the first time since the Jem’Hadar took her ability to speak that she’s been this scared; it’s definitely his first time being anything close to this frightened of losing someone, and all semblance of arrogance is just completely gone. Because he can’t lose her. And she can’t lose him.

He just doesn’t let go of her the entire trip to the wormhole/starbase, cuddling her close and trying to figure out what to do while she sleeps - should he stay in Federation territory with her? Or did his responsibility as a member of the Romulan Senate render that impossible? If it did, would she go with him?

When her hand touches his face, he realizes that oh fuck, she was awake for that whole thought process. How much did she hear?? And he’s suddenly hit with the terrifying thought that she would think him ridiculous for wanting to be with her. After all, he was only translating for her. And she was human - he was so much older than her.

But then she kisses him and holds his hand like she always does when he translates for her. Just one request filters through: “Take me home with you.”

When he does, it’s as his wife, and he’s So Proud of her. They absolutely have the little gossip sessions telepathically at every social function, and if anyone says anything rude about her being human or mute or whatever, they face the Wrath™ of a Very Protective Romulan Senator.

Screeching and throwing things and sobbing and–

#deepspacedukat asks #toebeans-mcgee #ISTFG THIS BROKE ME IN SOME INCOMPREHENSIBLE WAY #WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME??

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innerchorus · 2 years ago

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He!!!

Also we're back to spelling Kai Khosrow instead of Kaykhusraw I see

I liked the contrast between the scenes where Hilmes and Andragoras were declaring their respective claims. Hilmes's scene felt really fiery, like a bright burning flame, full of passion. Andragoras' scene however, it's so... he's ice-cold. I think there is underlying anger there, at Hilmes's shtick and Arslan's disobedience, but the scene feels so cold. I also noticed how unlike with Hilmes there was nobody loudly advocating for Andragoras' claim. It might just be to reflect the mood of the scene, reflect Andragoras himself, but I just loved that Zandeh was very very enthusiastic about Hilmes's goals and claims while there was zero for Andragoras, lol.

Also noticed how Zandeh was echoing Hilmes's words, reinforcing and supporting them. Andragoras was not interacting with anyone. He was just... monologuing. While Arslan and Narsus were conversing like close friends. I think this tells us something about each royal here— Hilmes and Arslan have people who support them from their hearts, and Andragoras has... none. People follow him because he's the Shah, nothing more. Is it a stretch? Maybe! But I like overthinking this sort of stuff.

BEST BOY!

It's a good day when there is Zandeh in my inbox.

(Sorry I've been so absent on here, btw! I've been working a lot and honestly I'm just exhausted.)

As for Kaykhusraw, this is a scanlation rather than an official release like the simulpub was so I guess that's why a different spelling of his name was used? But I don't know why the group didn't choose to stick with the established official spellings, like Baudouin vs. Bauduin... I'm sure we'll see more differences with some of the new Lusitanian names when we get a translated volume release, too (I'm not a huge fan of some of the choices in the scanlation so I'm curious about what the official version will go with).

Oh man, I'm being hit with a wave of tiredness but I really want to discuss this! Being able to see Team Hilmes in this chapter gave me so much joy!

This panel! All three of them together! Zandeh is so BIG!

Anyway the scenes you mentioned are interesting because in the novel they're presented more as example arguments from each camp (it is dialogue but a speaker isn't indicated, it's more like 'this is what this side would say' vs 'this is what the other side would say'). But of course Arakawa uses it in a way that tells us something about the characters!

Hilmes invoking his bloodline! (Because of course, to him that's the most important thing, and the only justification he needs for trying to take the throne of Pars.)

Zandeh being the #1 cheerleader for Hilmes! (An apt choice; his excitement and enthusiasm shows how wholeheartedly he believes in Hilmes and what he is saying, and we'll see more of how he uses his belief in Hilmes and his legitimacy to influence the spirits of their men later on. Here, having him echo Hilmes's words is inspiring; this is the moment they have all been waiting for and they are about to grasp it!)

Andragoras using his position as Shah to bluntly state his authority! (Nobody else needs to speak for him because he is the Shah and therefore his word and will are absolute... But yes, I do think it's telling that everyone is just listening in silence.)

And then, yes, the complete contrast of how Arslan and Narsus interact; with the ease of friendship and trust, and a focus on actions rather than mere claims. His approach is so different to that of both Andragoras and Hilmes.

I do find it a little worrying how easy it is for Andragoras to deny Hilmes's claims and label him as an impostor ⁠— how are those who either barely remember him or had never even seen him supposed to know that he really is who he says he is? Is his burn scar and his word enough? (Sam's support could be crucial here, but even then, it's still one side's word against the other's.)

I want to talk more about this chapter (and reply to comments / reblogs / asks etc)! Hopefully this weekend!

I hate Andragoras but it's appropriate.

#arslan senki #the heroic legend of arslan #hilmes #zandeh #andragoras #wow i'm so tired i forgot to tag this at first

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christineonthebridge · 1 year ago

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These days I'm watching the Sentinel and I find only a few 00Q fan-fictions with Sentinel/Guide?? I supposed it was popular

Then I'm going to dream about Bond as a sentinel and he is the first one. Like Jim Eillison in the Sentinel, the experience after being shot by Moneypenny sharpened Bond's senses. And then we know the story. But after returning MI6, he found his senses more and more uncontrollable.

M found it as well. So she arranged the meeting of 00Q. Q was a genius quartermaster of course but he also studied anthropology( like Blair Sandburg). During the story of Skyfall, Q helped Bond control his senses by scientific methods. Naturally Q became his Guide.

I think there's so many topics we can discussed under this circumstance. For example, how could Q overcome his fear of flying since Bond needed him to be with him to offer spiritual comfort during the mission? Did Bond have hostility about Q at first and how did it fade away? Where and why M found Q?

Btw i need to mention that i really appreciate the character setting that Q had criminal records and he grew up in the juvenile prison. Cyber crimes of course. Maybe hacked in some important national departments' network and went through some confidential documents. Considering his appearance and figure i think he may be bullied in the prison.

When it comes to his promotion, i have two ideas. A) it's M. She directly found him and picked him. She always had sharp eyes. Then B) it's Bond. One day he was going to pick a strong kid from the prison to have him trained for being an agent. But he came across Q. A skinny but smart kid. And he couldn't remember any strong kids or MI6's mission any more.( The fan-fic Phaedrus on ao3 described such a plot i really appreciate it so i asked for the authorization and translated it into Chinese. I hope more 00Qshipper could read it.

Go back to sentinel/guide sorry. I really need to discuss this kind of setting with someone OK?? Plz talk to me if u have any ideas😭😭😭 the setting in the original work Sentinel is simple and I'd like to know more about how Guide teach and comfort his Sentinel.

#00q #ben whishaw #JamesBond #Skyfall #007 #Q #quartermaster #james bond #daniel craig

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 2 years ago

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I know you've been getting a lot of male reader requests and I'm so sorry to add on to it-

Could I request a fic where Jason is bullying reader about being "Eddie's boy" or something like that and Eddie gets protective and possessive?

Maybe some smut with rough but loving Eddie? Eddie's absolutely wrecking the reader but still being the sweetheart that he is

Hi! I'll be happy to do my best.

I'm building off a continuation of this blurb, "Teach Me How to Love You" and combining it with another request:

Can you do an Eddie x Male Reader smut where the reader teases Eddie all day in school which makes him really horny. Then as soon as school ends Eddie quickly drags the reader to his trailer and things just go from there. (Sub/bottom reader btw). thank you!

The goal is to try and keep myself from burnout and honor the requests that come in at the same time. Thanks for understanding. Reader is 18.

Eddie Munson x Male Reader.

CW: 18+ Content (Smut--Handjobs and blowjobs specifically)

Feel free to look through my masterlist here!

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Perhaps it was also naive to think that wearing your tightest jeans was just a coincidence on the day that you and Jason had to present your scene. The entire time, while glancing between your piece of paper and the classroom, you stole glances to Eddie. When you two caught gazes, you'd smile and Eddie would send you a wink. But then his eyes would drop down to the front of your jeans and when you turned to the side, he'd tilt his head just a little to catch a side view of your ass.

At the end, after the class finishes their clapping, you lean a bit of your chair to Eddie's seat, sliding a note onto the corner of his desk. Ms. Barlowe is much too distracted by her praise to notice the pass.

You are being so obvious. Perhaps I should get you a bucket.

Eddie scoffs when he reads it, flipping you bird. You laugh, turning back into your seat to face the front as the next pair goes up to the front to talk about the scene they translated and perform it. But the entire time you're staring at pairs, you can feel Eddie's stare boring in the side of your head.

"My place?" Eddie asks at the end of the day, fingers tracing over your palm.

"I have to get my mom from work. I've got the only working car right now."

Eddie nods, understanding the necessity of your part. "Just call when you get back home, yeah? Wanna make sure you're safe."

"Absolutely." You kiss his cheek, aware of the setting though the parking lot is full, most people are too focused on themselves to quite notice. You don't want to push it though.

Eddie opens your car door and closes it once you're situated inside. You roll down the window, through which Eddie leans in. "Still coming to the show tomorrow?"

"I wouldn't dream of missing it. Not with my man performing."

Eddie grins, head lolling gently to the side. "Oh, say that again."

"In your dreams, Munson. But seriously, I gotta go."

"Yeah, yeah, drive safe," he states, stepping away from the car and letting you back out of the spot. Eddie watches until your headlights are just ghosts of themselves before he climbs into the van and starts towards Gareth for band practice. He'd offered his plan as interim and for post practice originally, hoping to get more than just a kiss on the cheek. And if Eddie had anything to do with it, he would.

You seem to make it your life's mission to find every possible piece of distracting clothing and to wear it for Eddie the entire week. When it's not the jeans, it's the tight muscle tee that you wear, Corroded Coffin's logo etched into the front of it with fabric paint, or the button up shirt that most definitely should've been button up more to hide away your chest, but none of the teachers stopped you, or the cologne that isn't one Eddie's noticed you wearing before but smells absolutely fucking delicious. When it's none of that, it's the rings you unearth from where in your closet. Rings were Eddie's thing. And that he didn't want to sharing things, but he takes notes of the way you purposefully talk with your hands more with the rings, like you want to bring attention to them.

And the entire week, because your mom's car is still down, Eddie can't have you. He can't sit you on his lap, can't tug and pull you to a release in his fist like he wants and while it's literally had him rubbing one out nearly every night in the shower, Eddie can be a patient man when he wants to be.

Because Friday night you are all his. Your mother's car is fixed and returned Thursday evening and though Eddie has Dungeons and Dragons to head, there's nothing else that can get in the way.

That is until Jason's pestering comes to a head. He'd been on your ass since you two got assigned as partners and managed to get cordial enough to actually ace the project. However, the days post the presentation, he'd found every reason to corner you.

Today, a rather dry and crisp morning, Jason finds you leaning against the hood of your car, arms folded over your chest as you wait for Eddie. "Oh, are you missing your master? Sitting here like a lost fucking puppet." A slur follows it and you really and truly only want to turn away from him.

He'd gone from bumping you in the hallways, to openly mocking you when you weren't with Eddie. The less you gave in, the harder he tried to get a reaction. Today wouldn't be any different for you.

"You deaf? You hear me talking to you?" Jason hollers. Spit flies off the end of his lip.

You say nothing, staring at him and the crew that's assembled. It would be four against one and if you managed to get a good hit on two of them, the other two would be on your ass in a heartbeat. You're no fool, even if you can feel the tick of your own jaw.

"I'm talking to you," Jason huffs. "Ain't anybody ever tell you it's rude not to talk when someone's talking to you."

"You're yelling. You're not talking."

"You're a fucking freak who's fucking a freak and it's vile," he spits.

"Did Chrissy not put out? Or is it your time of the month?" you return. You hate to bring her into this--Chrissy's always been nice to you. But you know it's going to crawl under Jason's skin and eat him alive. The two of them had been on the rocks. Everyone could see it.

And like a match only needs gasoline Jason rushes you, hands tightening around the collar of your t-shirt. "The fuck did you say to me?"

"I don't think I need to repeat myself," you laugh.

"Hey!"

The call interrupts Jason's wild gaze and when he looks over, he spots Eddie rushing over. Eddie shoves past Patrick, who truly is the meeker of the group. How Sinclair could ever want to get in with the likes of them is beyond Eddie and though it pissed him off, Sinclair and yet to miss a campaign session so Eddie would let it slide until it became a problem. And Sinclair's not a problem, not someone Eddie thinks could be easily poison but Jason was a toxic cloud and strong enough to take almost anyone under.

Jason's grip loosen around your shirt and you swat at his hands. He steps away as Eddie steps between your body and his. "What kind of problem do we have here?" Eddie asks.

Jason grins. "Looks like we've got a freak problem right now. What do you say boys?"

You push up from the hood of the car. It's four against two, still terrible odds, but Eddie's scrappy, you've seen it. And so are you. These are odds you are willing to take and for a fleeting moment, you think the heavens you wore rings today.

You don't know who threw the first punch. It could've been Josh, maybe it was Chance. All you know is that when the gym teachers get involved to break up the fight, your lip may be busted but Josh's eye has seen better day. You're pretty sure Chance as a broken nose. Jason face seems mostly untouched as if he used the other three to shield himself from most of the damage and Patrick's eye and lip are swollen.

You let Mr. Jenkins haul you away, arms going up in defense before you look to find Eddie, who's not even looking at Mr. Polinsky but looking at you. The brawl lands you and Eddie a week of in-school suspension. Two brave witness came to attest that Jason, Chance, Patrick, and Josh instigated the fight but you know the precious Hawkin's basketball team will only get a slap on the wrist in the end.

As you and Eddie leave the principal's office, you notice how thick the silence is between the two of you. You hadn't spoken a word to each other when Eddie came up to intervene and you couldn't really say much as you took fist to your faces and the occasional foot to your rib.

"A beautiful way to start the day, huh?" you tease, nudging at his elbow with your own.

"How long has Jason been antagonizing you?" Eddie ask instead, pulling you of the direction of the nurses office where the two of you were sent with directions to go immediately to the ISS room.

You shrug. "I wouldn't call it antagonizing as much as I would call Jason pathetic."

"He is pathetic. I hate that Sinclair's going to the dark side, but you were severely outnumbered there. How long as he been on your case?"

"A couple of days."

Eddie stares at you, big eyes pleading as you can see the bruises blossoming his face.

"A week," you sigh, casting your gaze down to the ground. "Ever since we presented in English, he's been up my ass."

Your heart drops when you catch sight of the frown on Eddie's face. He speaks before you can ask about it. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"It wasn't like he'd threaten to jump me until today," you defend.

"No, but, like, why didn't you tell me when it first started happening? I could've helped."

You laugh. "You helped today."

"I'm being serious." It leaves Eddie's throat in almost a growl and he's fingers wrap around your chin tip of his thumb gingerly grazing where your lip split.

You wince just a little at the touch. "There were so many other things I had to focus on. I just--I didn't think it was a big deal."

"And now you're handsome little face is bruised to all hell," Eddie sighs. He gets that other things were higher priority for you but damn it hurts worse to see you injured.

"I'm tough," you laugh.

"You are. You've always been, but goddamn, I don't want to have to be."

You watch his face, eyes flickering over the injuries you've noticeably sustained. "Don't look at me like that," you sigh. His eyes ooze with regret and a little bit of sadness. He doesn't look at you like you're fragile, but he he does look at you like the whole world might reside in the expanse of your being. "My heart won't be able to take it," you tease.

Eddie grins, it's short lived, his face no doubt sore too. "C'mon," he states gingerly, hands interlacing with yours and pulling you in the direction of the front doors.

"We have nurse passes and then ISS."

"The school can kiss my ass. No doubt she's not done patching up the airhead jocks."

You continue to trail behind Eddie, glancing every couple of seconds to see if the doors will open again. "They're going to go to the ISS room and we're not going to be there."

"I'll call up to the nurse's office. She'll get our work."

"Don't tell me you used the Munson boyish charm on Mrs. Yeates. Poor sweet Yeates subjected to your wilds is unfair. Her late husband's been dead longer than we've been alive."

Eddie snorts at your taunts. "She's one of the few people left at this school that gives a shit about me. She scratches my back, I scratch hers."

"That--but not like that that, you know?"

"Mrs. Yeates very occasionally buys, most of the time I help her out with stuff around the office or her house."

"The school nurse?" you whisper, finding your keys in your pocket. You're thankful now that they didn't fall out or get trashed in the fight. "Buys? From you?"

"She tips well too," Eddie laughs. "Meet me at my place. You can still see, right?"

You nod. "Yeah, but I should be asking you that?"

"If you see Hopper just floor it. The man loves a good speed chase."

You're not shocked that Eddie would know that. So you leave it be and settle yourself in the driver seat before following Eddie out of the parking school lot.

At his trailer, Eddie hoists you up onto the counter. And it's less he does it all himself, you help, but when he pats the side of the sink, hands running under the water, you slip up onto it and his hands hover to make sure you don't fall.

He's gentle as he dabs off the dried blood. His warning that the cleanser is going to sting comes from softly in his chest and you grip the edge of the counter to keep from jerking away too much at the sting. It's soothed by Eddie's hand along your thigh. "You did good," he praises, flipping through the content of the first aid kit.

He fishes out the ointment, finding q-tips to apply it. The cut on your cheek is cleansed and bandaged too before Eddie works on himself in his reflection. All the while you sit and watch. His eye doesn't look nearly as bad as Josh's but it still doesn't look great. You slip down as Eddie moves to get his cuts bandaged up to find the frozen peas you know are still probably haunting the freezer for these exact purposes. Your knuckles are in great shape, but they'll be okay.

You return to the bathroom to hand the bag over to Eddie. "For your eye," you tell him.

Eddie laughs. "I can't exactly suck you off and hold a bag of peas to my face at the same time."

The brashness catches you off guard, your mouth hanging open like a fish for a moment. "What-what are you talking about?"

Eddie hooks a finger into the collar of your shirt bringing your chest firmly against his. "You have been a goddamn tease this entire week. New cologne."

"It's actually old. I only wear it fancy occasions." That isn't a lie, but it's not fully true either.

"Tight jeans."

"I-I hadn't done laundry yet." Absolutely that one is a lie, but those jeans are usually reserved for the bottom of the barrel for that specific reason. It does help that you had a feeling the outline of your bulge would set Eddie off.

"A button up that wasn't even worthy of the title of shirt considering how many buttons you had undone."

"It gets hot in the school," you defend. And that is true. Once the heat is turned on in the school, it is on and it is boiling hot.

"Rings," Eddie continues to list off.

"Okay, that was on purpose." You'll concede that point but not the others as you enjoy the way Eddie walks you out of the bathroom, pausing to get the peas back into the freezer and then continuing back to his room.

"And that goddamn tight muscle t-shirt Tuesday night."

"The bar gets stuffy, Eds." Another piece of the truth tainted in a tiny bit of a lie. You wouldn't be oblivious to the fact that the muscle tee did show off your biceps and you would, and did, use that to your advantage.

Eddie brings you, not by dragging but by stalking so you walk backwards throughout the trailer to his bedroom, kicking the door close with his foot. "Over my dead body," Eddie laughs. He closes in, like he wants to kiss you but he knows it's going to cause too much pain.

"On the bed. Now."

You debate only for a moment what you're going to do but then turn and walk to the edge of his bed before you sit. The last thing you're going to do is deny him or yourself the pleasure of this experience. Though you weren't sure how far it would or could go given your injuries, you'd take the risk of pushing the envelope.

Eddie crouches down into your space, nose gently bumping over yours. "You had and go get punched, which means in order to spare your pain I can't kiss you properly."

"I didn't ask for it," you retort, intent on keeping the story line straight. Jason had started it but you'd finish it.

"I know. I just need to know though. What will you ask for?" The question is paired with Eddie's hands tugging your shirt up and out of your tucked in jeans.

"You." It's one word that falls from your chest in a whisper but it carries with it everything.

Eddie makes quick work of your t-shirt, discarding it haphazardly to the floor. His fingers skate down your chest, teasing your nipple and you hitch up, a groan knocking at your chest at the sensation. You can feel a throbbing--now the dull ache of your sore face and hard cock mingling together as Eddie disrobes you. His touch is gentle and sure, but his pace is quick. He is tender but he is not wasting time.

You reach out for his bicep as you pushes you back further up on the bed, dull fingernails digging into the flesh and muscle. Eddie laughs at the way you moan out his name. It sounds like music, but Eddie finds glee in the way you melt for him.

"I would apologize for how hasty this is, but I think you're too blissed out to even care," Eddie whispers into the skin of your neck.

"I-" you swallow down part of the moan that works up your throat at the suckle of Eddie's plumps lips. "Fuck, I really don't care."

"Figured as much," Eddie laughs. He kisses down your chest, working your jeans and boxers down too. The sight of you, hard and leaking onto your own stomach makes Eddie's mouth salivate and his own cock to twitch in his pants. "Fuck," he whispers before taking you into his mouth.

You throw your head back, and the throbbing that he'd pushed aside for the moment comes rushing back again so you angle your head down again and huff as the work of Eddie's tongue over you. His free hand keeps tight on your pelvis, pressing you down into the mattress as everything in you wants to rut up into the warmth of his mouth. his spongy tongue runs along the underside of your cock and it makes you see stars.

It's lewd--the sounds Eddie ms making but you don't care as you join in, your groans bursting from your chest. You're not going to last long, not with the way Eddie's tongue and hand are working over you.

You teeter right on the edge before Eddie pulls away firmly. "You fucker," you huff, the last tense edge of your impending orgasm floating away.

"I want to watch you when you cum," he states. It's even and measured no hesitation or uncertainty.

Eddie spits into his hand before grasping you again and he watches, every twitch of your face, every time your jaw goes slack--Eddie watches it all and the blinding edge comes back. You can feel it in your toes.

"Shit." It's all you can muster and his name falls broken just behind it.

"That's it," Eddie encourages. "That's what I want," he smiles, when the first hot spurt hits his hand. "Give me all you've got."

His hand keeps an steady stroke over you and you don't have any air to tell Eddie you can't come anymore, that you have given everything and then he lets go and you think you've plummeted back into the stratosphere all the way down back to Eddie's bed.

The frame creaks and then something warm and soft is against you. You realize now, probably a cloth to clean up the mess you've made. It's not until Eddie returns to the bed, how he brings your naked chest up into his chest--now stripped over the t-shirt he'd put on this morning--that you start to regather your thoughts again.

"Give me five and you're next," you mutter into his chest.

"I'll give you ten so I can ice my eye."

"Sounds perfect."

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basilly · 3 years ago

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step 5: act normal . . . or not because you're stupid

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↬ pairing: georgenotfound x gn!reader

↬ genre: friends to lovers | fluff to angst to fluff

↬ summary: y/n always kept their hands busy to calm their nerves. but after an unfortunate misplacement of their fidget cube leads to george lending them a hand . . . quite literally

↬ warnings: swearing, light angst, slow burn, stupidity

↬ note: here is the beginning of the angst ;)) and btw dream is also friends with y/n :D like their a good friend to the dreamteam like bbh

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friday. movie night.

'just act normal- maybe they just forgot. . . or even worse, remembered.'

george paced his room, unsure how to even go about this. dream, his best friend might have just ruined his life. how was he supposed to calmly go through this movie night as if dream hasn't ruined his entire usual routine?

he groaned, dropping his head into his hands. this was the absolute last thing that he wanted. it felt like something was eating at his insides.

'screw you dream.'

he only had. . .

"TWO HOURS?? that's not enough time- oh my god WHY does this happen to me?"

he had to pull himself together. you were going to come over and movies last about. . . one to three hours.

"i can't do this, i can't- i just. i can't."

he picked up his phone, opening up your icon in his messages.

'should i just cancel? or-'

he bit his lip, knowing this was a bad idea. the blood begun to seep through, salty on his tongue. frantically, he began to type, ready to make up some lame excuse.

george:

typing . . .

at that moment, a gray message bubble appeared on his screen.

y/n:

george! im excited to see you- i have something you may like and i really wanted to show you!

his heart dropped to his stomach. how was he supposed to cancel on you now? you were so excited, he could feel it radiating from the screen. his thumb pressed on the backspace button, no longer able to send the message.

george:

cool see you at 8 then?

y/n:

yup!

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"george! look what i found!" "ah- wow that's great y/n."

he felt absolutely horrible. you had walked in, all happily, snacks in hand. a large array of snacks he hadn't been able to find for weeks all for him and here he is unable to greet you properly. he shuffled awkwardly, letting you set down the snacks.

"you good george?" "hm?"

he finally looked up, making eye contact. your eyes swirled with concern. for once the air was awkward and you weren't sure what to do.

"yea i'm fine- just tired, that's all."

it was suspicious, george always slept for long hours and wasn't tired. you brushed it off, giving him the benefit of the doubt.

"alright, let's get this movie night started!"

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once settled in your spot on the couch, george stiffly sat down, a couple inches away from you.

odd.

the movie began to play, the screen brightness illuminating both of your faces in the dark. the sounds surrounded you, creating an immersed environment. per usual, you went and reached out your hand.

the moment your finger had touched his, george flinched hard.

"george??" "sorry you scared me- i was really into the movie."

he reluctantly placed his hands in yours. each little touch buzzed as you played with his hand, it felt like white fire onto his skin.

after a couple minutes, he got up. your only perched a silent eyebrow at him as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"i uh- i have to go to the bathroom." "o-ok?"

he quickly dashed to the bathoom, locking the door before leaning against the sink. he dropped his head downwards as his arms propped up up, the cool white china contrasting his fiery hot hands. thoughts filled his head, ones that made him cringe, flinch, and want to bury himself into a hole.

they must be so uncomfortable right now. . . it probably looks like i'm forcing them to continue. y/n must not want to say anything to me either.

he felt as there was absolutely no doubt you were uncomfortable. here you were, with the knowledge he hates holding hands.

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you sat there, watching the movie go on. you couldn't even focus, all the colours on the screen blurring together. all your mind could think of is how absolutely odd george was acting.

a couple other thoughts stayed on the edge of your brain but were quickly brought into the mesh of it all.

did i make him uncomfortable? . . . dream did say that george hated holding hands- maybe i read the signs wrong. george probably hates this.

awkwardly shuffling around, you played with the hem of your jumper. in a split second decision, you reached for your bag, grabbing your back up fidget toy.

that was the first time in a while. the environment with the small clicks felt a little foreign to you now, you had forgotten how attached you got to using george's hands.

the bathroom door unlocked, revealing george. you turned away, seeming to be focused on the movie. before george sat down, his narrowed onto the clicking device in your hand.

they're using the fidget toy again. they're definitely uncomfortable, they haven't done that in months. good job george.

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the rest of the movie was eyes glued on the screen, too guilt ridden from both sides to even glance at one another. no commentary was made, no laughter, only silent reactions.

the credits rolled, creating an awkward tinge in the air. you broke the silence first.

"that was a good movie, don't you think?" "yea..."

you pulled out your phone, looking at the time. you felt the urge to leave, thus piecing together a good enough excuse. you get up and off the couch, george's eyes briefly following your figure.

"i'm going to head out, i have to get up early tomorrow. see you later?" "yea- do you want me to walk you out?" "no it's alright." "okay."

and with that, you walked out. you couldn't let him walk out, not when you felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

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good job george. how are you going to fix this one?

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deepdarkdelights · 2 years ago

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I just wanna say that Lady of the Night still have me on chokehold and at this point I have so many AUs about them lmao. Can I ask how they are now? Idk,I really fell in love with your plotting, characterization and all and I know you write like this every fic of yours but Lady of the Night is really just something else. Is there any possibility (even just 5% or something that the mc can escape and go back in time? (I mean, I assume that in spell binded worlds like that, there are rules to keep the balance between the normal and the supernatural stuff? This is me assuming thinga btw lmao) And what would happen to Namjoon after that? A killing spree perhaps? But I'm also pretty sure that the mc was born through the power of anger (the filipino quote here is pinaglihi sa sama ng loob but I cannot translate that perfectly lmao) so I bet she'd come back, and who knows, she might be able to come back to the time before the shitshow began or maybe she goes back to the time where namjoon already knows her existence. One au of mine that I'm attached with is the mc being a killer too. A vigilante kind of killer where she kills bad people but dont kill murderers as she believes she would really step the line of being a hypocrite. Would namjoon help her in cleaning up? Sorry if this is too long, I am Lady of the Night's bitch. Thank youuuuuuuu.

Hi! It's been quite some time since I got an ask about Lady of The Night! It's funny because I almost never released the fic despite the amount of work that I put into it lol.

I always find it funny that the fics I write for fun do really well, but the fics I plot the most and do the most research for typically don't 😂 C'est la vie.

As for Namjoon and the MC, I've talked about their life together a few times. His goals are to pass her off as a long-lost heiress to a family line that had ended some time ago. From there he will introduce her into high society and start the courting/engagement process.

The only way I can see her escaping was if another time traveler came back for her. Typically, there cannot be more than one time traveler in the same place/time, that increases the risk of things going wrong. And the only way to ensure the timeline doesn't get affected would mostly likely be to kill Namjoon because if the MC were to leave he would start killing women who had not been killed before. But also, they don't know what could happen if they kill Namjoon or what effects that could potentially have on the timeline - it's very tricky!

Oooh the killer AU could be fun, sadly since the MC is a time traveler she would drastically fuck up the timeline. If she had been born in that period and was working to save the victims that would be pretty sick 🤔

#asks #lady of the night

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lov3nerdstuff · 3 years ago

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Hi Kay!

I just wanted to take a moment and say how deeply moving (and overall comforting) I find your writing to be! I've gone through almost the entirety of your masterlist twice in the past month alone and have found myself returning more often to the pieces of literature/poems your reference sometimes. (Especially that one poem by Benedict Smith! I've read a few more by him because of you and they're just wonderfully lovely 💛 so I'm eternally thankful to you for including it.)

I may be wrong in assuming, but I believe you may have studied/are currently studying a degree involving literature. I hope this isn't too foreward of me but I was wandering if you have any other works of literature that you'd recommend? (I'd love to read anything you recommend from poems to plays 💛) I'm slightly embaressed to say but the works I've read are quite limited to a highschool level and since I'm currently studying Pharmacy, there are very few people who can recommend me such moving works. :)

I also feel like I should apologise for writing such a large ask, so please accept this apology as well hehe 💕🥺

Sincerely,

Bek 🌻

Hey there Bek 💚💕✨

First of all... I'm incredibly sorry for how long it took me to reply to this ask, I know you sent it weeks ago and I'm honestly just ashamed of myself for only replying now! I've been taking a bit of a Tumblr break again, or rather a break from literally everything, and I guess not having written anything in a while made me feel guilty whenever I opened Tumblr, so... All I can say for myself really is that I'm sorry you had to wait so long! Again, I never ever ignore anyone, I promise! It just sometimes takes a while for me to reply 😅🙈

Now, I'm so happy to hear that you've been enjoying my writing! 🥺🥰 Hearing that it's comforting and inspiring to you is honestly such a relief and indeed does make me happy more than I can say 💚 It's so cool that you're checking up on all the references I make aaahhh 🥺🥺🥺 I love it 😁 You're always more than welcome, love! I don't think I could stop including references to literature, culture, history and the science around it even if I tried 😅☺️

And yeah, I did study classics and newer literature as a minor for my undergrad degree 😄 But tbh I still work with literally a lot even now (I'm in grad school for media and cultural studies) even though it's technically not something I've been properly taught ☺️ I'm just a nerd who likes to learn on her own, and with media and culture you can pretty much delve into almost anything you want 😂😅🤷🏻‍♀️

Now, it's not forward at all to ask me for literature recommendations! 😁😃 I truly love recommending stuff!!! I have a few up my sleeve, even though you've probably heard of a few already, for obvious reasons: A lot of what I truly enjoyed reading was something Tom Hiddleston has worked on in one way or another! It's truly a magnificent guideline for picking new literature... Just look up the literary origins of his films/shows/plays and you will be in for quality literature most of the time! I don't think I've ever mentioned it on here, but me reading High-Rise (JG Ballard) because I heard Tom would be partaking in the film adaptation was actually what sparked my love and passion for literature!!! Yep, it's that good. Now on to the recommendations though 😁(This... got rather long):

Plays

Anything by Harold Pinter really, but for obvious reasons you'll find a lot of additionally fun stuff for Betrayal, which is lovely and truly funny if you're in on the kind of humour btw

Medea by Euripides (a classic, but I love it nonetheless... You can find translations in almost every language) ((and pls stay away from Seneca's Medea, because ugh... Euripides is far better AND the og story, as much as anyone can say that for Greek mythology)

La Bohème by Puccini (I know, this is technically an opera, but if you read the libretto it's honestly just like a play... And if you're up for it, the og story is in prose and written by Henri Murger... It's better than the opera, but oftentimes more difficult to find) ((this one is hilarious and basically explains an entire cultural subgroup in the 19th century)

Faust by Goethe (many people hate it, but I LOVE this one!!! It's also been translated into any and every language, and it's so interesting philosophically!!! It's also referenced SO freaking often literally everywhere, and the operas and ballets based on it are always my fave) ((there's technically Faust I and Faust II, but you're good to go just reading the first one)

Anything by Shakespeare, obviously... Though I do love me my Hamlet like every other literature enthusiast (Yes, I can do that one famous soliloquy in act 3 scene 1 by heart as well...)

Poetry

Again, anything Shakespeare for the win, but I LOVE the sonnets and keep a copy of them with me most of the time (Yes, I own multiple copies of the sonnets...) ((My faves are 116 and 91, but there's always so much truth to be found in there!!!))

A lot of the stuff William Blake wrote is amazing, though you have to pick carefully with him if certain religious motives aren't your thing... I love The Tyger, which is an individual poem, and the collection of works called Tyger, Tyger which does have many good ones and a few ones that are a little more on the mediocre side

Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas (I know this one by heart as well... It's beautiful, and there's a version of Hiddleston reading it on YouTube, which gives you even more goosebumps than the poem does anyway)

Invictus by William Ernest Henley (same for this one, also read by the one and only) ((I love to read this when I'm feeling down or powerless))

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot (This is another wow piece with many quotable lines and truths... I love it a lot and keep coming back to it! It's also a great example of how literary modernism tried to condense the complexity and passing of time and history into a single frame that had to be intrinsically poetical in nature... As in, this poem could've been a short story in any other period, but modernists loved to make everything a poem so here you go)

Der Zauberlehrling by Goethe (This one sucks in all English translations I’ve found, poetically speaking, but in German it’s such a fun piece! If you’ve ever seen the Disney ‘The Sorcerer’s Apprentice’ with Mickey Mouse or listened to the orchestral piece by Paul Dukas, then this poem proves very useful in truly understanding either! But again, the English translation should only be taken for informational value... The German one is also worded hilariously)

Prose

Short edited by Alan Ziegler (This is a collection of short prose forms that honestly is a must for me... I love this book to pieces and have had it for years now! It’s an international anthology, so you’ll find more and less famous authors from all around the world represented with short stories, prose poems, short essays and just curious and interesting snippets of writing! I draw a lot of inspiration from this book)

High-Rise by JG Ballard (As mentioned above, I owe this book part of my personality... I don’t think I would be the same person without having read it. It’s not necessarily full of wisdom, but if you’re interested in a different kind of portrayal of the human condition, then this is the read you need to take a look at)

The City of Dreaming Books by Walter Moers (This is another piece that changed my perception of literature, even though this is a more ordinary and ‘fun’-value read... It’s one of my favourite books and it’s endlessly entertaining! So if the classics are a bit heavy for you, this one is perfect for casual readers as well! Its value really does lie more in the realisation of how fun literature can be, and the freedom you have as an author... So really, I could recommend everything by Moers, his style is amazing both in the German original and in the English translation. Yes, I’ve read both.)

Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett (This is comedic gold, stylistic gold and generally a bloody perfect book. Also a ‘fun’-value read, but it also does a magnificent job at showing you what you can do with literature, and how well-developed characters are supposed to be written)

The Penguin Book of the Undead (Penguin Classics) edited by Scott G. Bruce (This book is basically an education on fifteen hundred years of supernatural encounters and how culture wrote, used and perceived them. You get introductory texts for different periods and social groups, explaining how and why ghost stories were written and used, followed by passages of the prime source texts (eg. ancient necromancy shown on The Odyssey). Really, this book is just for cultural history nerds)

The Earthquake in Chile by Kleist (This isn’t necessarily one of my faves, but it has helped me understand what studying literature and culture can do for you. In case anyone remembers my insistence in Wicked Game that you gotta know what a pomegranate symbolises... this novella is such an instance where this knowledge would prove useful. Generally, it gives many opportunities to think about privilege and circumstance)

The Symposium by Plato (You’ll probably not want to read the entire collection of speeches tbh... But the concepts introduced mainly here and in some of Plato’s other work are well worth looking into! For example, the ‘double being’ introduces a concept that in modern fiction is called soulmates... Just sayin’)

#literature #lit rec #recommendation #literature recommendation

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