#director's cut ask

[deandoesthingstome]

Walk with Me...?

@mayloma you also asked:

WIP game! Of course, I would love to know more about Walk With Me!! 👀❤️

And I'm almost 100% sure I mentioned this idea of mine on some post going back and forth with you two several months ago, so it seems fitting you both should ask (though I could be wrong about the players because I can't find the post; and also you can already see how long I've been thinking about this idea and made very little progress on it).

Also tagging @nashibirne cause she prompted the WIP game post from me and I'm just gonna go ahead and assume you wanted to see some writing and not just a story idea. I'm pushy like that.

Without further ado, Walk With Me (maybe title?), a DEA!Sy X OFC, drug czar!august X OFC AU fic.

(Here's these two talking about the movie, cause I couldn't find the photo shoot pics I want at the moment LOL!)

"Sir?" he heard like a faraway dream in his ear. "Do you want us to take him?"

Suddenly, she wasn't alone. Sure the dance floor was crowded, but until that moment she hadn't been dancing with anyone in particular. When his real mark for the night stepped into view, Agent Syverson almost broke the back of the chair he was leaning on.

August Walker, one of Miami's most notorious drug kingpins, was standing in front of his highschool sweetheart and watching her with as much intensity as Syverson was. Only August could reach out and touch her if he wanted to.

Syverson watched as she danced around Walker, who simply stood stock still on the floor, not giving one single fuck if he was interrupting anyone's flow. And when Walker grasped her arm the next time she moved in front of him, Syverson almost broke.

"Anyone know who this is?"

"It's in the file, sir. This is Francesca Beaumont. We think she's his newest mule."

[thesweetnessofspring]

⭐your fairy tale lm montgomery fic!! :D

Thank you @batrachised!

For The True Name, I wanted to write a fantasy or fairy tale AU. That is my jam and how perfect is it for TBC when Barney is always called "gnomish" and Valancy is an elfin changeling?

I was particularly inspired by a book I had from childhood called The Rumplestilskin Problem by Vivian Vande Velde, which was different retellings of the Rumplestilskin. In my favorite version, Rumplestilskin was actually a hero who helped the miller's daughter and the king was the worst, and she falls for Rumplestilskin. So the miller's daughter leaves her terrible husband to live with the helpful elf and raise her daughter with him.

Since Rumplestilskin is a gnomish character I liked the idea of Barney taking that role. But also I didn't want Valancy to actually marry Edward Beck and have his baby! So it's a very modified, inspired-by fairy tale retelling.

One idea I kicked around was for Valancy to not use Barney's true name, and so she still had to give him her firstborn and that would be resolved by Barney also being the father. But then I was like...hmmm...I don't want Barney to feel obligated to marry Valancy or like he was keeping her from marrying someone else or whatever. And the "I did give you my firstborn" is actually a joke between the two who decided to marry and have a family, rather than a magical contract.

One of the comments I got was that it reminded them of Gail Carson Levine's fairy tale retellings which was such a huge compliment as she was my favorite author growing up and I still adore her books!

[percervall]

this fic is one of my favourites and would love if you would do a little commentary about your inspo behind it, and how you managed to deal so softly with Carlos’ pain that’s at the same time so gut-wrenching 💛 because this fic really felt like it poured out of you in one continuous flow and it’s so lovely!

Thank you for asking about one of my absolute favourite fics 🧡

So sometimes you break so beautiful was born out of my own heartbreak over yet another race where Ferrari just couldn't seem to get their shit together. There had been rumours before Spa about tensions rising between Charles and Carlos, and I also distinctly remembered Carlos' radio message at the Australian Grand Prix, and the desperation in his voice. Watching that Belgian grand prix, I was just to.. Sad isn't even the right word, dejected? disheartened? about how Ferrari just kept fucking both of them over. And so to then view this through the lens of someone being so much closer to all of that, to Carlos' pain... So most of the inspiration was the F1 season up to that point, combined with images of Carlos just looking so beautifully distraught and then I listened to SYML's wildfire and the first stanza of the song encompasses the whole fic

Darling, please take my hand Please get up, rise to stand I can't be the one to sing your song 'Cause I believe it's not your fault Don't be scared, you are my rock Nothing's gonna hold you down for long

There's an element to it of seeing someone who is so obviously hurting and wanting to help them, encourage them that it's okay to fall apart if that's what is needed because it allows them to rebuild, to come back stronger. So that's the angle I went with in that fic, trying to be cognisant of the very human desire to sometimes just stop thinking and feeling so goddamn much. And so her offering him that out ("I can take it, let me carry it"), allows him to fall apart. For some people that might look like an emotional release, for others it's physically working through that hurt and so she offers him the only thing she can in that moment -she offers him her body, a sacrifice she is willing to make, an ache she is willing to endure if it means he will hurt less as a result of it.

There's one line in there that I am so proud of, that I feel sets the tone of not only their relationship and her love for Carlos, but also Carlos' character:

"You will gladly hurt for this stunning man, who holds both unbridled joy and brooding darkness so beautifully it makes you dizzy with how much you love him, if it means he won’t –not for a few hours at least."

We've all seen the silly videos of Carlos with Lando and Charles, where he's in absolute stitches, but there's this mysterious brooding quality to him as well with those chiselled features and brown eyes

like how are they the same person??

well this got a lot more rambly than I had hoped for but I hope it makes sense?

feel free to ask me about my fics

[riddle-me-ri]

⭐️

Sending the star here since I didn’t know where else to send it to you :]

Pretty please do ramble about one (or more >:]) of your fics!! :D I’m super curious!!!

Awww omg thank you Dormy I appreciate the opportunity! For a minute I didn't think anyone would ask lol. Sorry it took so long to get back you! A lot of stuff going on right now lol Plus I was stuck on like which fics to talk about, especially with all the event writings I did. And omg thank you for the cookie I was starving *munch*

But I will say, I'm still pretty proud of my first Secret Six Mad Hatter fic; Sneak Peek

I mention it briefly in the author's notes but I was strongly inspired by a conversation in me and Finnie's Arkham Discord about voyeurism (a kink I've always found...interesting lol, as long as it was consensual, but never wrote for yet) and I can't recall if Secret Six (or any Hatters) were ever mentioned in the conversation but I couldn't get the idea of S6 Hatter out of my head. Just that panel of him poking his head from behind the door and just the fact he gives off kinky bastard vibes to boot lmao.

I was surprised at the reception, but I was more than delighted to see more requests for him! I was nervous, as I usually am when tackling any new character or new iteration and it's also a HUGE sigh of relief to see I did the character justice enough for readers to want more!

Thanks so much again for asking Dormy! So sorry again this took me forever lmao

Ask for a Director's Commentary for a Fic of Mine or Send me a Star ⭐ and I'll choose one

[curiositydooropened]

Amandaaaaa ⭐️

Bestie, where do I start!? I want to talk about ALL of it. I'd love to give my director's commentary on the whole damn thing, paragraph by paragraph!

For Wildfire: the conception was that scene in Steve's room where he was searching your back for Flayed marks. And the scene after where you get the call for a psych eval and think he called it in. I always knew I wanted them to be rivals to lovers. And I always knew he was in love with you from the jump.

I wanted to make the Reader tough, this hard exterior that Steve's trying to chisel his way into, but I think Steve realizes that the only way to get to you is to fight back, and I had so much fun playing with that dynamic.

And I just love that Steve is constantly casually dropping lovely things. Like after their ice cream midnight snack when he says "I'd do whatever it takes to keep you safe." Just so nonchalant. I love him. He's the love of my life.

Thanks, friend!

Send me an ask for a fanfic director's cut! ✨🎥

[creativenicocorner]

One ⭐ for you to go for whatever you want!

Thank you for the ask!

I don't really have anything I'm particularly dying to talk about at the moment, that I'm aware of - who knows maybe the right question will set off a chain reaction of Thoughts and Opinions. But as I sit back and try to think about what to write... I realize

since my starting writing and sharing fan fiction back in 2018 I realize just how much my writing has grown since then, how much it has improved and changed in all sorts of interesting ways. I'm forever grateful to the fic that sparked my love and desire to write again (Cultic Epithets) and the chain reaction it lead to meeting such WONDERFUL people. My life has changed for the better for meeting them.

But not only that!! I realize, as I sit back in my chair on this October afternoon in 2023, that my relationship with my own writing has improved.

I'm a little more patient with myself than I used to be, I try to be more mindful of what might set off me getting Burn Out, I try to give myself more grace and allow myself to be absolutely awful in my writing - that perfection isn't everything. Essentially, I find myself to be kinder to myself (which in itself is already something I struggle with, an ongoing battle that I refuse to loose).

And you know? It's lead me to actually actively reread my own stuff, even after it's posted! More than once!! More so than I ever used to do!!! I go back and read my self indulgent things and nod and smile and go "Im happy I wrote that, and I'm happy other people have enjoyed it too."

I'm unsure how to finish this reflective train of thought... but, to any writers and artists out there reading this: It's going to be okay buddy. Keep trying, keep failing majestically, keep learning, and trying again. It's a bit frustrating sometimes I know, like any work out it's bound to lead to occasional sore muscles and a lot of sweat - so don't forget to metaphorically give yourself rest days, hydrate, and as hard as it might sound, be kind to yourself - and others. History has taught us a lot of truths, one of them being that: people need other people. We're all in this together. ♡

[skateboards away]

[ragnarokhound]

Hi bb 🐺 can you choose a 500 word snippet from one of your published fics or wips and give us some director's commentary / insight into what you were thinking when you wrote it?

Hi bb! ^^ Sure, I'd love to!

I'd like to take the chance to talk about a scene from intricate rituals, my omegaverse Jaytim fic featuring beta!Tim being courted by alpha!Jason.

This scene takes place near the end of the rising action, at the tail end of the fifth time that Jason was totally courting Tim, and Tim still did not notice. Obviously, spoilers under the cut for anyone who hasn't read it yet, and I am a chatty mfer so this got kind of long, haha:

Tim dozes against Jason’s shoulder as he fiddles with the bedroom door handle, and does absolutely nothing to help when they reach the bed in the corner; so Jason dumps him on top of the sheets without fanfare. He bounces on the mattress with an offended chirp while Jason turns to look through his dresser for something. Tim whines obnoxiously at the sudden cold and wriggles around until he’s under the cool top sheet, his face firmly shoved into one of Jason’s pillows. He squints an eye open when Jason still hasn’t finished doing whatever he’s doing, only to see him standing over the bed. His face is unreadable in the darkness, but Tim can tell that he’s clearly dithering.  Why? He better not be getting weird about this. It’s only weird if Jason makes it weird. Tim is not nearly awake enough to puzzle through the why right now. He’ll think about it later. “Jason. Get in the bed,” he grumbles. Jason startles at the sound of Tim’s voice, but does as he’s told. The second Jason is under the covers, Tim invades the inch of space left between them with impunity. But then— Jason stiffens, so Tim stops about point five millimeters away from actually touching him. “Sorry," Tim says quietly. "You're really warm?" He says it like a question, trying to explain himself and ask permission at the same time and he can't really tell if he's accomplished either. Jason seems to get it though; he takes a breath and relaxes, then closes the remaining distance himself. He pulls Tim into the hot cave of his body, leaving an arm slung over Tim's waist and tucking him under his chin. Tim sighs, a purr thrumming softly in his chest as he tangles himself in Jason. He buries his face in Jason’s collarbone and quietly wonders to himself how he got here.  He's not sure he knows how he and Jason went from barely tolerating each other in the same room, the same city, (the same costume) to cuddling like packmates in the same nest. Yeah, a nest Tim basically invited himself into, and okay when he’s more awake he’ll feel a little guilty about that— but Jason carried Tim here himself. He didn't have to do that. He had every opportunity to say no. To think that he has Jason's trust now. That Jason would let him in this close, have him at his back, at his throat, have access to the vulnerable parts of him. It's terrifying. It's wonderful. It’s only marred by the smallest hint of apprehension still woven through the sleepy warmth of Jason's scent, that Tim only catches because his nose is practically shoved against Jason's scent gland. With a small, trilling keen, he tries his best to project calm-safe-acceptance. He’s had practice at it since becoming Robin, since joining the Wayne pack, but he's always been better at masking his scent than projecting it. A lifetime of hiding is hard to unlearn.

(you don't realize how long 500 words is until you see it right there on the page lol)

So intricate rituals is practically a study in denial. Tim spends half the fic justifying to himself (and to us) why Jason's overt alpha courtship behavior has a completely platonic explanation, and never ever even hints that he, himself, a beta, might in fact want a romance with Jason. Even though he really, really does.

So when I start writing out the prose for a scene, I try to keep those big guiding principles for the overarching plot in mind, as well as what I'm hoping to accomplish by the end of the scene. There's a few things I wanted from this scene in particular.

First: absolutely gag-worthy #married behavior. This is it! This is the final example of Jason's courtship and Tim's flimsy excuses (AKA the formula for each scene lol). So it has to be truly outrageous. It has to be over the top. The cream of the crop. And this time, it has to be Tim's idea in the first place. Get hoisted (from your own petard), idiot.

Second: it has to set us up for why Tim is in Jason's bed in the final scene. I knew all along how this fic was going to end - with Tim in Jason's bed, but comfortable there already; the tip-over from platonic to romantic that only happens because they're in such a stupidly domestic position that Tim is FORCED to realize that he might not be the only one pretending that This Is Fine.

Third: this is almost a step too far for Jason. But not quite.

In the first half of this snippet, we catch the end of the egregious courting behavior. Jason literally carries Tim into his nest/bed. He has to step away to get PJ's or something - Tim's not paying attention to that, so we don't really find out for sure - and when he comes back to see Tim whining and wriggling and getting comfy in his sheets, he has to take a second. For #strength.

Like usual, Tim clocks that something is bothering Jason; that Jason is Experiencing An Emotion. But also like usual, he doesn't clock what it is. Even though it's obvious to us, the romance pilled and dramatic-irony-aware audience. Even worse, he's so deep in his own denial (which hopefully we've picked up at least an inkling of by now, but it's not explicitly told to us until the next interlude scene) that he blames Jason for making it weird. He gets so close to making the intuitive leap about why EXACTLY Jason might be hesitant about sharing a bed, but he's too ~sleepy UwU (and ~afraid OwO). UGH, TIM.

(I try to balance action with introspection. Action -> reaction -> introspection -> action. Jason dumps Tim on the bed -> Tim whines and gets comfortable -> Tim wonders what's taking Jason so long -> Tim opens his mouth to ask "hey wtf is your problem". But preferably the action/reaction is described vividly enough and in the character's voice enough that we can, like, microdose on introspection along the way and keep the ball rolling lol)

When Jason is told to get in the bed, he startles - he was lost in his own thoughts. I like to think Jason was pondering his own version of what Tim sort of torments himself (and us) with every scene; wondering to himself how they got here, lamenting the fact that Tim isn't interested in him the way he would like him to be, and thankful that he gets to have him at all. Maybe contemplating what might happen if only he was a little braver. If this is it; if this will be Tim's line, and whether Jason's about to cross it. (Tim lies to himself about his feelings. Jason is brutally honest with himself about his.)

Tim moves in for the cuddle - Jason stiffens because he's still boggling at this whole situation, and a little afraid that Tim will realize exactly where they are and finally tell Jason 'no'. Again, Tim clocks his discomfort - "Sorry," - and again he misunderstands its source, mislabeling the motivations behind Jason's actions.

Jason makes himself open, and Tim takes happy advantage. Awww, they're cute, even if I do want to strangle them 'now kiss' style. Cue Tim's 'isn't it crazy how we're such good friends now' narrative monologue for the scene.

(🔥"HOT CAVE OF HIS BODY" MENTION🔥) (i can't resist this phrase OTL i'm weak for it)(it's about protection it's about warmth it's about the primal imagery of being nestled under the weight of something powerful that loves you)(<- werewolf pilled)

In this last half of the snippet, I wanted Tim to kind of show his ass here, re: being in denial lol.

"He's not sure he knows how" - Tim, we all just saw exactly how you and Jason ended up here. Yeah, we skipped some of that early stuff, but we just saw the start of your deeper friendship. It started with an omelette.

"When he's more awake he'll feel a little guilty" - Tim, didn't you just explain to Jason and to us why you shouldn't feel guilty? That it's perfectly normal to share a nest with packmates? Why do you feel guilty about this, Tim?

"He didn't have to do that." You're right. He didn't have to do that, and he did have every opportunity to say no. Why didn't he, Tim?

He tries to explain that it must be because Jason trusts him. That Jason's trust is a wonderful and terrifying thing to have. Huh. Interesting. Why does that terrify you, Tim?

Then Tim picks up on Jason's scent. Jason's own fears are the only thing that can cut through Tim's spiraling thoughts right now. Jason's made peace with having what he wants so close but still so far; and yet, he still can't help but ache.

Wanting to ease Jason's discomfort is what makes Tim bold. He tries to make Jason more comfortable by reassuring him that Tim feels safe here. That he feels accepted, and that he accepts Jason - which is true, regardless of his secret, presumedly unreciprocated feelings. Aww.

The last paragraph was a two for one - transitioning us into wrapping up the scene, but also, low key? The thesis of what we've seen so far. This explains at least one facet of Tim's behavior, prepping us for his breakdown and the emotional reveal in the next interlude.

Why is Tim in denial? Why won't he admit, even to himself, that he wants Jason? Sexually, romantically? That Jason could be courting him, that Jason could want him too? Because he's always been better at masking than projecting. A lifetime of hiding is hard to unlearn.

I really enjoyed writing intricate rituals, and my biggest hope was that everyone would be ready to strangle Tim by the end of this scene - but also hurt for him by the end of the next. When you get used to the idea that you are unwanted or undesirable, in any capacity, it's truly difficult to let yourself be convinced otherwise. But there's bravery and freedom to be found in finally allowing yourself to believe it. <3

[bitterclan]

how old is foxflit in the recent updates here? also glowcall ;__;..... how is she holding up after his passing?

Foxflit is 130 moons old as of the last update. As for how everyone's taking it. Well

[not-freyja]

For the director's cut, I would love to hear more about Legend's thought process and motivations once he met Hyrule in Adjuration! 🥰

Thank you for an actual scene selection everyone else had me pulling out a random number generator. Fucks sake. Love you guys. Also sorry this took like… a month, writing is hard.

This is going to be long. And though it might be analysis for chapter two, it will contain spoilers for the whole story.

Key: [quoted text in brackets] my analysis out if brackets.

[Time to deal with the strange Hylian. The same strange Hylian who came out of a now-vanished portal that also spat out a monster.

Link did not get this far in life by being the trusting sort.] Okay this sets the tone. Legend is immediately suspicious. He knows something fucky just happened, and that this person is involved.

[“So…” he says to the figure now sitting up on the ground. “Who the hell are you?”

There’s a faint mumble from the Hylain shaped pile of dirt at his feet.

Link sighs. “You need to speak up a bit.”

“I’m…” the kid's voice is raspy, as if he hasn’t used it in a while. He coughs, trying again. It’s a bit better this time.] Crying in Rulie-loving sorrow. This boy has such a hard life. I wanted to make sure the readers understood that without rubbing it in. I also wanted to make it clear that Legend was noticing these things. [“I’m no one. Just a traveler.”] Nick name establishment. Also secret world-building. I have so many thoughts about the world-building of each of their eras. And I was holding myself back chomping at the bit not to pull a Tolkien and overshare.

[“Bullshit.”

The kid’s eyes go wide. “No, really!” There’s an almost raw edge of panic to his voice now, and Link almost feels bad. “I’m not anybody important, I’m just passing through. I’ll be on my way now, thank you for the help.] They have known each other for about two minutes and Legend is already aware of a few things. This kid is involved with some kind of Dark Magic, he’s on the run, and he does not want to reveal his identity. This is ringing some trauma bells for Leggy. He is seeing himself, and he is getting sympathetic.

[And before Link can so much as laugh at such a pathetic attempt at a lie (and it is a lie, he’s been on enough quests to be able to tell a nobody from a somebody) the traveler scrambles to his feet.] Little meta joke here. We the player, we the reader can tell an NPC from a main character. Legend, who thinks in meta terms, can too.

[The thing is, Link is retired. He’s put in the work, done his time. He’s spilled enough blood and lost enough of his life to goddesses and princesses and lost wayward souls that this is the point in the story where he wants to take the guy at his word.] So… Link. Not Legend. Link. He is so tired, and so done. Its been four lifetimes of misery and he is done, thank you. [Link wants to shrug, turn around, and continue on his way home. He wants to turn and run through the woods, back to his house and slide the bolt in the door and have Ravio tell anyone who comes calling that the hero] This is the only time that Legend thinks of “hero” in the general lowercase noun and not “Hero” as a proper noun. Why? Well because a hero would do such a thing as to hide from a quest. A Hero would not. [is not home because he is not going to be answering any more calls to greatness. There will not be one more quest.] oh buddy. *sobs* Rulie’s “got one more in me” later down the road as the direct foil to this thought. Rulie’s death is the catalyst for the rest of Legend’s character arc, like his entrance into Legend’s life is the catalyst for the plot.

[He’s retired, by the Three.] Yeah man keep telling yourself that.

[But right before he can do just what it is he wants, the stranger goes to leave first. And the poor thing takes one step, yelps like a kicked dog, and crumples back to the forest floor.

“Fuck.” Link can’t help the curse] The sympathy is now at a boiling point. Legend cannot help but care. Cannot help but try to help. [and he strides forward, towards the kid, away from home.] OKAY so the “away from home” bit is both directionally in the scene and narratively in the plot. [It’s only a few steps, but it’s the wrong way, and Link has done this enough times by now to know that it really is those first few steps that count.

Those are the ones that you can’t take back. The ones that all the rest come after.

Link takes them anyway.] I can’t even start with this part. The repeated theme of Legend “going the wrong way” of him doing the dangerothing anyway, despite his well-earned survival instincts. I… listen, Legend was suicidal. From day one. He knows he can’t undo this. He knows that another quest will probably get him killed. He does it anyway.

[“Hey, easy there,” he all but whispers, dropping to his knees next to the filthy kid. “I’m not going to hurt you, okay, Traveler?”

Big eyes stare up at him. They are full of fear and distrust, and a painful glint of hope. “Okay.”

“Okay.” Link sighs, takes another deep breath. “Is it your leg?”

That gets a weird combination of a nod and a shrug. “Ankle, actually.” The kid smiles at him. And it really is a nice smile, soft, and a bit shy. “I got my foot twisted under a tree root.”

He can’t help but wince because, yeah, been there. “Well that’s not too bad then.” Link grins. “A brace, a red potion, and a few days rest, and you’ll be good as new.”

The traveler nods, some of the stress seeming to bleed out of his shoulders. “That’s what I thought too. Thanks.” He pauses, gulps before continuing. “Thank you for handling the moblin for me. I… I’m not at my best right now.”] This whole section is about deepening the sympathy. He is looking at Rulie amd seeing his younger self (I have Rulie at 16 and Legend at 20) and he just wants to help. (Time: “Let me help.”)

[“No need to thank me.” Link’s smile, previously genuine, turns bitter. “That’s what heroes do.”

Just as he was starting to loosen up, the stranger tenses again, every muscle going taut as a bowstring.] So they have different reasons for the same action (getting tense). Legend is a ball of angst. Hyrule is afraid if being recognized.

[“You alright?”

“...What do you mean ‘hero?’”

And that tone of voice right there? Suspicious and untrusting? Waiting for the other shoe to drop? Link knows that tone of voice. He uses that tone of voice on the daily. He loves that tone of voice. But only when it’s coming from him. Out of another mouth, it just sounds sad.] Here Legend is an inch away from self awareness. So close. But more importantly, his recognition if the self in Rulie is getting even stronger. Every moment is another moment that they are more alike in Legend’s eyes.

[But hey, in for a green rupee, in for a gold.] LOL.

[“That would be me,” he says with his most winning smile. “Link, Hero of Legend, savior of Hyrule, chosen by the Goddess… you get the gist.”] Here I have Legend give the titles of three out of five Heroes that Link will be. Chosen, Legend, and Hyrule. This was foreshadowing no one noticed because why the fuck would you? What I did to this boy was unhinged no one saw that coming.

[And the kid just stares.

And stares.

And stares some more.] Me too buddy. Legend is so pretty.

[This is getting ridiculous. Link shakes his head. “Listen, I’m not really in the market for any missions, or quests, divine or otherwise. Firmly out of the whole kingdom-saving business. And the princess-saving gig as well. So why don’t you just tell me where you’re heading, and I’ll make sure you get to the nearest town in the right direction in one piece and we’ll call it even?”] Last attempt to avoid the situation, and he is still trying to help. What a dumb bitch.

[Those deep green eyes staring up at him suddenly roll back, and the boy goes limp.] Baby boy! Also the green here. Yes it is Rulie’s eye color. But it os also Ravio’s eye color, and every single detail Legend notices about this kid gets him more attached.

[“Well, shit.” Link grumbles, running a hand through his hair. What could have been an hour-long detour on his day is now a problem with a capital P. Because as much as he might want to, Link isn’t actually capable of abandoning some poor homeless-looking teenager in the middle of the woods. Especially not one who fainted at the sound of Link’s name.

That thought makes Link pause. Did he faint? A monster was chasing him, it could be blood loss. It could be more than just his ankle.] Standard worrying here. He feels responsible for this kid now.

[He reaches out tentatively with a small brush of magic and almost sighs in relief.] OKAY BIG MISTAKE. Rulie is the Triforce. Legend loves the Triforce. And the Triforce loves Legend. They magically harmonized here. Imprinted. Zinged. From this moment on they were both attached. [The issue is clear now. There’s an empty well where the kid’s natural magic should be, almost drained but nowhere near dangerously so. The fainting wasn’t about Link at all, it was the adrenaline fading off and the strain the poor kid’s body was under finally catching him.

The memory of that strange portal flares in his mind. That incident coupled with this guy being certifiably drained of magic after falling through makes Link realize a couple of things real quick.] Smart Leggy. Good Leggy.

[First, this kid probably made that portal. Second, he came through it as a last-ditch resort. He was running from something, or someone. Third, this poor Hylian has a lot of magic at his disposal (not only did he make a stable portal but he and a moblin went through it before it collapsed), magic that still pushes out in a wave, nauseatingly strong despite its low levels.] Bitch that’s the fucking Triforce.

[Link is almost afraid to learn how much the kid will have after he recharges.] Again, the Triforce.

Now to fast forward about three paragraphs, because while I like those paragraphs very much they can be entirely summarized as: Legend is so suicidal. How did none of you notice?

[One arm slides under bony knees, the other behind the prone Hylian’s back. Nayru’s tears, he won’t even need a power bracelet for this, he’s so thin.] So… I’m not crying, you’re crying. Their first moment together perfectly mirrors their last, and that is fine, that is so fine. Nothing is wrong here, I am okay.

[The Hero rises, an unconscious stranger held delicately in his arms.] Here we go. The pivot to Hero as a proper noun. The acceptance of the call. The attachment is personal and magical, and our journey begins with Legend carrying Rulie to safety, when he knows it will kill him. (And kind of hoping that it does.)

…this is a loop. The beginning is the end.

[chaotic-neutral-knitter]

hello! I’m here to humbly ask for director’s commentary on Impure Thoughts: Some

(only if you want to!)

I'd love to! Thank you for sending in this ask 😊 Here's the ask game for anyone else who's interested!

I remember exactly what made me want to write Impure Thoughts: Some. It was this gif and the tags I saw someone leave on the original post.

I did a few writing warm-ups that were just Ed thinking about Stede with this vibe in mind. I was really struggling with finishing another fic (Sometimes I Still Feel the Bruise, still unfinished but I got some weirdly accurate s2 vibes in there so that's neat) at the time so I was just trying to get myself to write anything.

It turned out to be really fun, just letting myself write something lighthearted and self-indulgent, and all those writing warm-ups fit together pretty well, so I decided to write a final chapter with the duel as the end. The goal was to have it pretty much follow canon, with another scene of Ed realizing the depth of his feelings for Stede.

And then I saw this gif:

And I figured Ed just had to kiss Stede at the end because LOOK at him he wants to kiss Stede so bad holy shit.

[deandoesthingstome]

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I'm excited to see what section and what story you've been dying to talk about! 😘

Maja, thank you for always being so supportive of me and my writing. I love that you want to know more and there is really only one thing still on my mind right now and that's Walk with Me. I mentioned a little hint of this in my reply to your reblog of Ch 7.

So for your Director's Cut ask, I'm giving you: An Easter Egg!

Did anyone happen to catch the order of narrative in this story?

Ch 1 Syverson/August/Francesca

Ch 2 August/Syverson/Francesca

Ch 3 August/Francesca/Syverson

Ch 4 Francesca/Syverson/August

Ch 5 Syverson/Francesca/August

Ch 6 Francesca/August/Syverson

Ch 7 Francesca/Syverson

I had originally planned to only write 6 chapters, each a different permutation of the three characters. Things got a little messy on the way and my mind wavered about the ending and who she would would end up with, so I ultimately had to add a 7th chapter. And I personally love that Syverson's POV was last since he is who she chose.

I have so much more to say about this story. If anyone wants to hear it, the link to ask details is above. And I'll take asks on any other story you might want to know about as well! I love to talk to you all about our faves!

[thesweetnessofspring]

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Thanks for the Director's Cut ask @mollywog! This will give me a chance to share something I'm quite passionate about.

In Sing You Back Home the rebuilding of District 12 and Panem post-war covers several subplots, including community home kids. The way I wrote it is based on my own experience with foster kids. Specifically, Peeta describing going to the community home and all of the kids fighting to play with him and swarming him for his attention. In grad school, I worked with kids on their behaviors and one of my clients was in essentially my area's "community home." Technically by my state's law, kids shouldn't be in this "community home" for more than two weeks, but if a suitable foster home isn't available and/or a child has behaviors that make it difficult for them to place, they will end up there for months.

Every time I went to see this client in the community home, I had at least five other kids running up to me and pleading for my attention, asking about the games and crafts I'd brought, begging to be allowed to join me and my client. And my client was very defensive, saying things like "No! She's my friend!" My client did not want to share my attention at all. I even had a kid interrupt a game I was playing with my client and got in my lap (which of course I addressed and had them get off). And the thing is...they didn't know me. I was just an adult to them, but that was all they were looking for: an adult's attention. But after all of their trauma of whatever brought them there--being removed from their bio parents, possibly given up by some foster parents--they were looking for any adult to take care of them. And that's why technically by law these group homes are supposed to be temporary, because children should be in a "family setting" and have a parental figure that they can rely on, that is theirs and not a rotating staff.

You can imagine how emotionally exhausting this was. I really liked going to see this client, but afterward, I was emotionally spent. This is also why I didn't have Katniss go to the community home. It was simply too early for her as she is still learning to navigate her own PTSD and seeing those kids would set off her guilt at Snow bombing 12 because of Katniss. Like Katniss says in the fic, it's not never and it's something that, with Peeta back, she does want to help, but she's not there. And I cannot emphasize this enough--it's okay that she's not ready!

I work with traumatized kids. A good portion of my colleagues have come into the the field because they were traumatized as kids and want to help. And here's the thing: for any therapist, they can only take the child/parent as far as they have gone themselves. So some of these Adverse Childhood Experiences (ACE) colleagues are some of the best I've worked with because they've walked the path to healing themselves. They have to frequently use coping skills when trauma reminders pop up. But for those who haven't gone to therapy themselves or are still working on maintaining their own regulation, they are honestly the worst I've seen. They get escalated along with the kid, fight the kid, forget to view the child's difficult behaviors as trauma and instead as a personal attack on them. And at the point Sing You Back Home is at, I think Katniss would be in a similar place, where she is still working on her regulation around certain trauma reminders, and the 12 bombing is one of the biggest for her. She knows her limits, but she's working on increasing them, but it's not the right time for her.

[tumblethroughthekaleidoscope]

Rebel Moon The Director's Cut - Chalice of Blood & Curse of Forgiveness (2024) official posters by Sachin Teng

[riddle-me-ri]

May I have a director's cut of Riddlers comforting dumb reader, and Riddler dere types? I love them so much and they warm my heart 💕

Hey there! Of course I can! Thanks for asking, these director's cuts have been super fun.

For the Riddler's Comforting Dumb Reader, it was a continuation of requests made by @patisilence where Riddlers React to a dumb reader and then following soon afterward comforting them because as we all know Eddie will say things in the heat of frustration and annoyance but may not necessarily mean them. It was super fun playing with the juxtaposition of a stern hypercritical Ed and him actually being considerate and...attempts to be kind and considerate which is easier to say than do especially for most Riddlers...

For the Riddler Dere Personality Types...I still feel dumb for how long it took me. But I just wanted to do my research and I'm glad I did because what I thought was only two or three dere types I actually found there's 15 to 16 types. Most of them I had to think in a hypothetical sense if they were to have a love interest but most were able to fit into one category or another. It was fun doing the research and trying to fill in some gaps and put them in different scenarios to see if they’d fit a certain dere type or not. 

Thanks for asking! 

[turrondeluxe]

I love how you draw April, she still looks like an older woman, but she seems more… refreshed. (is she like in her late 50 in the last ronin? I suppose this makes her in her early 60 in your au?) Guess the stress of Hiroto's existence is slowly withdrawing from her not-so-old bones :)

thank you!!! she is indeed called grammy april after all!

[deecotan]

I found this art and it's yours but I can only find it on pinterest and it's consuming me pls show me the original post or just give me a backstory I am Haunted

https://images.app.goo.gl/NU3FarXZQHfRyE258

Ahhh, Zoro Gets Violent the comic. One of my most reposted artworks ever. You can find my original post here. (Also on twitter.) Honestly I'm more upset about the fact that the reposters always seem to leave out the second part of the comic whenever they reposted this, cause like if you want to steal something at least steal the complete set, no? :/ (Sarcasm.)

The basic gist of the comic is basically Sanji got captured and held hostage by a bunch of bad guys, and Zoro got so furious that he barged into their lair, slaughtered the hell out of them, and had to have Sanji calling his name and murmuring reassurances to him just so he can calm down.

I did intentionally keep the backstory ambiguous because, well, I like to keep the interpretations up to the viewers to decide. But my original intention is that there is a reason why Zoro in here is so uncharacteristically violent - even more than usual, knowing how much faith he put in Sanji's ability to hold his own. And I tried to show... or rather imply that, through one of the panels of Zoro hugging Sanji (or Sanji hugging Zoro?). Sanji isn't wearing anything below his waist. Zoro, upon finding him like that, had assumed the worst.

Now I tried showing it through Sanji's dialogue, but if it wasn't clear enough, nothing really did happen. Whether that's because Zoro had arrived soon enough to stop anything from happening, or because of any other reason, that's up to you. Why the bad guys captured Sanji in the first place is also left to interpretation. The main focus of the comic really is just the depiction of Zoro's mind slowly coming back from a mix of pure, unadulterated rage and gut-wrenching fear when faced with the reality that Sanji (might) got hurt - with only Sanji's voice guiding him away from that frenzy. It was to show the utter desperation behind Zoro's eyes when he sees (or rather believes) Sanji got hurt, and contrast that with the bloodied carnage Zoro left behind - the only evidence from what happened before Sanji is able to get Zoro to calm down. Zoro is one of the most level-headed characters in the series, and he always has faith in Sanji's ability to hold on his own. Putting Zoro in a situation where the admirable steadfastness inside himself shatters because his lover is in danger is a really interesting subject to tackle.

Gotta admit, when making this comic I was actually in a pretty low place, hence why the outcome became pretty dark. Maybe a bit edgy. And I guess also kinda personal. But it did help me process whatever emotion I was feeling at the time, and reading other people's receptions of it had honestly helped me go through a difficult phase in my life. Three even wrote a fic based on this art which still made me giggle and kick my feet to this day. I love reading people's interpretations of my art, and receiving a wholeass fic about it? I'm over the fucking moon. (Go read it, it's an excellent fic).

So honestly? I still consider "fear" as one of my best artworks of all time. And while I was obviously bummed about the fact that it got reposted a lot of times, if it means that some people might be curious about the backstory enough to find my account? So be it. I'm glad people are able to enjoy my art, in any way they can.

(Still, obviously, don't make reposting art into a habit. At the very LEAST ask for the artist's permission. Respect your fandom creators, people.)