#eli writes stuff

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I forgot to advertise here too!

I wrote some ArleFuri over on a03! Mind the tags!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Grotto (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: David/Matt (The Grotto) Characters: Matt (The Grotto), David (The Grotto) Additional Tags: Guilt, Matt (The Grotto) Has ADHD, I will die on that hill, this takes place probably a couple days after the second hospital visit but before episode 7, attempted to write this in a similar style/format to actual episodes of The Grotto

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It wouldn’t be a proper return without my Eli Vanto doodles!! This is what I do instead of paying attention in class tbh.

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Every day we get closer to the last book in the Vicious trilogy and I swear that keeps me fucking alive

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thranto shorts 01

count: 1331

tone: light, humour

dynamic: thrawn/eli (thranto)

synopsis: after a meeting, eli accidentally leaves his ledger out; thrawn notices one of the commander's doodles and decides to ask him about it.

12+ (language, light innuendo)

Yet another day, yet another meeting with yet another smug, inept bastard of an imperial ‘professional’. Any questions, he’d asked at the end, and Eli could think of one: where they hell do they find these people?

There was nothing ‘professional’ about him whatsoever — and Eli had spent the past ten minutes proving as much in an impassioned rant.

While deciding which aspect of the man’s krayt spit to next criticise, a contemplative voice cut clean into his rage: “You never said that you draw, Commander.”

Eli felt his stomach drop. He turned to the Admiral and stiffened at the sight of him head-buried in a ledger. His ledger.

Suffering the likes of that damn bureaucrat had left Eli so annoyed — so totally riled up — that he’d made a mistake he’d sworn never to make.

He’d left the book out and open.

And the Admiral had taken a curiosity in it.

“I don’t draw,” Eli said defensively, voice so terse it could break, “I just… doodle, sometimes — when I take notes. Helps me focus, sir.”

“Mm…” The Admiral hummed in a way entirely unnerving to Eli. He was too closely focused on whatever he was looking at — and Eli dreaded to think what that might be.

“These lines, Commander,” and he flipped the ledger for his aide to see, pointing at a small caricature of himself in the corner of a page, “they are harsh, jagged; deeply-impressed into the paper. Indicative, perhaps, of resentment.”

Eli reddened at record-speed.

There were certainly worse pages for the Admiral to have happened upon, and Eli sent up a silent prayer of thanks that he hadn’t. Instead, he’d kept it open to the page it was already on. But now, the Chiss was presenting his usual brand of intrusive analysis — one which Eli found far more tolerable when applied anywhere but him.

Thrawn wandered over, taking a place beside his aide. He held the ledger out between them as he traced a hovering finger between details.

“However, I do not appear to be the figurehead of this resentment.” Maybe not, but he was starting to be. “Though the tilted, half-moon shape you have used for my eyes suggests outright anger, you have given me a sword — thus indicating… righteous anger.”

He looked to his aide now, and delivered his conclusion: “Commander, you seem to have projected your own fury at Admiral Karallo onto me.”

“Great, sir; saves me a trip to the shrink.” Eli grumbled. “Can I have it back now?”

“But I’m not finished.” Thrawn’s eyes widened with a strangely intense curiosity. Like he was just getting to the good part.

“By making me the hero of your doodle,” he went on, “you afford me a romantic quality — in both senses of the word. Indeed, the careful attention paid to the curvature of my lips almost suggests something… sensual. Perhaps, then, it is neither just resentment nor anger, but frustration.”

“Wonderful insight, sir.” Eli said dryly, sliding a hand under his ledger and preparing to take it back. He couldn’t see exactly where this train of thought was headed, but disliked it all the same.

Red eyes burning straight into his own, Thrawn asked with all the tact of a train through a town square: “Are you sexually frustrated, Commander?”

“Sir!” Eli exclaimed in what was almost a yell — and snatched the book away, slamming it shut with the force of a starship to an asteroid. “That's that's enough of that. And next time, I would appreciate it if you didn’t go through my things.

For a moment, Thrawn simply stared at him. The very blankness of his face was itself an expression of surprise.

“Understandable, Commander.” The Chiss’ words came slow as he bowed his head apologetically. “However, the book was left open.”

“Alright, alright.” Eli huffed. Sexually frustrated — oh sweet stars above, he wasn’t living that one down. That would haunt his mind for the rest of the day, probably through the night, and possibly even the rest of the week.

Through gritted teeth, he spoke: “Look. Truth is, I don’t think too much about whatever I’m doodlin’ — and I suggest, sir, that you don’t either.”

“Very well, Commander.” An uneasy pause; there was something else. A look of deliberation in the Admiral’s red haze. “Might I keep it?”

“What?”

“If you can bear to part with it,” Thrawn elaborated, “I would like to keep the ‘doodle’ as a… memento. I have never been drawn before, Commander.”

“Aw krayt spit!” Eli rolled his eyes. “Sure you have.”

The Chiss’ gaze narrowed upon him, scalding with new intensity. What silence passed between them was the kind, and long enough, to make you think you’ve made a mistake. It was too late by the time Eli realised his.

“So then, you have other doodles of me, Commander?”

“Now hold up there,” nervous laughter half-scattered Eli’s words, “where’d you get that idea?”

“The certainty of your claim implies that you know, for a fact, I have been drawn before.” Thrawn paused to collect his argument. “Perhaps the Chimaera’s officers make it a common occurrence, to draw their Admiral. Or, perhaps you have made other drawings.”

Well, he had him on that count. All he needed to do was give a flick through the ledger — and Eli found himself thankful for Thrawn’s obsessive analysis. At least that had stopped him from looking elsewhere until he'd finished a thorough examination.

“Could I propose a deal, sir?”

“Go on.”

“If I give you this damn doodle,” he brushed the ledger as if it were dirty — and today, it certainly felt like it was; “will you quit askin’ about it?”

The deepest look of consideration then hung heavy on those blue ridges. Thrawn contemplated his decision with the weight of war.

Eventually, he relented: “For today.”

“Nope. Any day. Forever.”

“No deal, Commander,” Thrawn shook his head gently, “I am afraid we will both have to compromise. One week.”

“A year!” Eli shot back, incredulous.

With the twitch of a brow, Thrawn suggested: “Two weeks.”

Eli gave out an exasperated sigh. Losing his resolve, he countered: “Half a year?”

“One month it is, then.” Thrawn said, a thin smirk upon his lips. Those fucking lips – they were the real villain here. They were what had tripped Eli up — the attention paid to the curvature of this and that…

He tore his eyes away from them and instead considered the ledger in his hands. Then, he thought to the drawing inside.

Hell, he’d be glad to get rid of the thing, if these were the kinds of problems it caused. He opened the book to its latest entry and, without too much care, tore out the doodle from the page.

“Deal, sir?”

Holding out his hand, Thrawn nodded: “One month, no questions. Deal, Commander Vanto.”

With that, Eli pressed the scrap into Thrawn’s cool palm. A weight lifted as he did, and that was that. For at least a month, he could pretend the whole thing hadn’t happened. After that, he’d have to start worrying.

Burning the book seemed like an increasingly good option.

They set off for the bridge side by side then. Not a word was spoken or exchanged as they twisted through corridors and corridors. The Admiral had eyes only for the drawing, which he pored over every step of the way.

Only once reaching the turbolift did Thrawn finally pocket the thing, careful not to crease it, like something precious.

“You know, Commander,” and he must’ve known he was pushing it now, the way just a hint of something smug peppered his words, “it is unusual you decided to draw only my head and hands. The face is important for expression. One hand, perhaps, for the sword. But to give both such detail, down to tendons and veins… Is there something about my hands you find especially–”

“Oh no you don’t,” Eli cut in, “not till next month, sir.”

And hopefully not then, either.

is there any reason why eli would take notes by hand? not really. however, I can make the sillies do what I want, and what I wanted was a silly confrontation about doodling.

I'm considering posting some of my more relaxed, lower-effort, shorter pieces (>1500) on tumblr instead of ao3. this was my test run, so thanks for reading (if anyone has?) and I hope you enjoyed.

feel free to check me out on ao3 :)

thrantover & out

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

My terrible, godawful brain: Dick Grayson, Kate Bishop, Luther Hargreeves

My terrible godawful brain: no wait Diego Hargreeves, Kate Bishop, and Jason Todd!!!

Me: nooo what about Kate/Ben/Noh????

Me: Allison, Kate, and Eli

Me: Klaus Kate and Loki

Me: Victor Kate and David

Me: Tim Kate Five

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my tumblr activity increases by 80000 percent the moment i have an assignment due the next day

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best screen adaptation of Baxter?

I mean, to be completely & brutally honest. There aren't really that many options. But as far as best writing goes... I'd have to say 2003 STILL holds up to this day.

Despite all of his own unique differences from his comic counterpart, he's still the best & honestly, the most FAITHFUL version of him outside the comics. Using the mousers for a similar purpose, taking crap from nobody (as much as it backfired horribly), being considered a legitimate threat especially with how he just won't go down so easily no matter how much you throw at him. Or as he puts it, "not so easily dismissed". Scott Williams is still an amazing voice actor & did his thing every time he was in an episode. Not to mention he was the first version to actually HAVE a backstory & development as a villain, person & character in the end. Plus the things this man says still live rent free in my head till this day.

And I do feel like it helps that Peter & Kevin did work on this show themselves from time to time, mostly on being the showrunners go to for approval on certain character designs & stories so it goes to show the 2003 writers truly cared about what they were doing with these characters, Baxter included!

Other options are still gonna be pretty tricky to pick through considering the fact that Baxter isn't in a lot of eras as you probably think he is. And even when he is, he's rarely written with relevance or ANY care at all because most of the writer's go-to source when it comes to adapting him is the 1987 & recently 2012 cartoons. He's only been in 3 movies & 2 original video games & all of them either: weren't really big roles & gave us much to work with or just had him there for the sake of 87 fanservice. As for the other cartoons. I'm gonna be deadass when I say STOCKBOY was also a better adaptation too

Was he 100% accurate to his source material? No not really. Especially from an outside perspective. But he at least had EFFORT put into him! The boy nearly killed people for his own personal needs & then was nearly successful in revealing the turtles to the world a month later because he's petty & it meant more clout & benefits for him. And that is pure Baxter Stockman core if you ask me. Also he's the first cartoon Stockman that WASN'T paired with & made into Shredder's personal sock puppet and that should be followed on with more considering he never met Shredder in the first place in the comics. Stockboy is another great adaptation & we would have most likely seen more proof of this had Rise not been cancelled.

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I'll bite and talk about something that doesn't get enough spotlight in general, which are Demetri's and Eli's family life. So obviously several fic authors have their own twists and flavors to this, but if I may sell you something for a sec.

So far into the series, what we've got are these facts:

Demetri's Mom is the only family member to be mentioned in the show.

Eli's parents were mentioned a couple of times.

That should be enough context to deduce two things:

Demetri could be an only child to a single mother, and;

Eli's parents involve themselves in the stuff that he does — including karate, who knows — though they tend to be tone deaf with his actual needs.

There's strong evidence to why the boys act the way they act (brain functions notwithstanding, but this isn't the post for that), which is why I think these deductions make sense. How their hypothetical upbringing is part and parcel to how characters behave in this series. Of course societal influence comes in second because obviously you've got a show that encourages learning karate as defense against bullies, but this show is also about generational chains and traumas! So why wouldn't their home life inform the way it informs the LaRusso's, Lawrence's, and Nichols'? But I digress.

In the span of the entire series, I've held onto this headcanon that Demetri's neuroticism and ability to anticipate his actions carefully stem from a household that needs these systems in place, much more for someone who likes to be on top of things. Since he's just a student, the only authoritative figure who can make executive decisions... is his mom. Add to the fact that she may be a working mom, so when Demetri tells Daniel about certain restrictions in learning karate, what could have made her decide to just write a letter instead vs. taking the time out to go with his son herself? I know I know it's narrative writing but like do you seeeee where I'm at here

Eli's family life is by far gave us early indications of his dynamic with his mother — but not so a father — in earlier seasons. It's possible that his mom is a stay-at-home one, but if I were to push the bounds of this box even further, I'd even speculate that she's retired early if it meant that Eli's dad is the one making most of the living. Like of course they'd get mad at Hawk for getting a tattoo at his age, I think any parent would! But the way he tells Aisha to exclude him from her stories tells us that there's not a lot that his parents know about the life he lives as Hawk. At this point we all know the kind of effort it takes to successfully carry it out because he has to go home every night. It's either he a) puts in a lot of effort into concealing this identity once he gets home, or b) his parents are rarely ever home, which again, feeds into another assumption that maybe Mrs. Moskowitz works certain hours.

All we know is they're never around a whole lot for these boys, which is sad! and also again, very Indicative of their classification as awkward nerds pre- and early karate. When I read along certain fics that consider and include how the rest of their characters besides the found families they've formed, it gives much more depth and potency to writing them, their flaws, and how they think.

For all we know, Mrs. Alexopoulos could be a lesbian making fun of her son for not slinging pussy like she does being rizzless unlike her, but don't let me explain that when we have @demetriandelibinaryboyfriends!

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Veronica Mars (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cindy "Mac" Mackenzie & Eli "Weevil" Navarro Characters: Cindy "Mac" Mackenzie (Veronica Mars), Eli "Weevil" Navarro Additional Tags: Friendship, Road Trips, Grief & Trauma, unlikely connection, Desert Landscapes as a Mechanism for Bonding, Family History

Summary: Maybe she should’ve felt uneasy about embarking on a two-day road trip with someone she barely knew. But she was so done with this school year, done living in a town where every corner reminded her of past trauma, done worrying about how she’d possibly survive next year without Veronica. So instead of giving Weevil an excuse and climbing back in her uncomfortable dormitory bed, she gave him a small wave, opened the passenger door, and climbed in.

Or, Mac and Weevil take an impromptu road trip together after learning that Veronica will not be returning to Hearst the next year.

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now yes i know that 16th to 18th century european history is extremely important to learn about not only for my studies but for my own understanding of the development of the nation state and capitalism today. but have you considered all my assigned readings suck such ass and french modernistes (as in historians of pre-modern europe, which in french periodization is called histoire moderne) are literally some of the most infuriating writers on the planet

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the everlux release is making me write So Much lore now all of a sudden

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snippet from a fic i’m working on

“Of course, Juno, although I did skip eating so I could get to on time, so perhaps we could go to a restaurant first?” Juno threw a box of cold, leftover takeout at him.

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Even if I were doing the exact thing I loved most in the world every day, the fact that I would be forced to do it to survive would make it hell

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Because I am notoriously awful at actually writing the things I'm thinking about, here is a list of ideas I have but probably won't get around to writing any time soon

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I'm actually gonna post something soon wow, ely writing debut on here?? who would've thought