#have i mentioned that i am rabidly in love.

[zhuoyichenpretty]

Ep 22-23 Commentary

Ha...I was inexplicably nervous for eps 22-23 and it looks like I was right to be (-: What a rollercoaster. Spoilers below!

I've just come out of ep 23 and uh????? holy shit????? ZYC????

Ok ok but to backtrack, let's do my comments semi-chronologically:

Ep 22:

A carry-over from ep 21 that I have to mention—heck yeah PSJ give WZY hell. She doesn't have all that many lines but she sure knows how to make them count. Also seeing PSJ and WX get screen time just the two of them makes my brain go "yay <3"

Back to ep 22, loved the fake-out sundial ayeee that was a nice Chekhov's gun that also brings the real sundial back into relevance for later. Also me eating up the PSJ and ZYC crumb of an interaction has brought to my attention how starved I am of their screen time together.

This whole ep was a great lament towards the feared inevitable. Every sad downcast look from ZYC, every complicated glance WX gives him. A wonderful, terrible crossroads for these characters. I love that for ZYC especially, it's such an incredible mess of emotion coming to a head. Bad enough that he's come to care about the demon who killed his family and ruined his life, bad enough that he's sworn a blood oath he regrets and tied himself to punishing someone he no longer finds culpable, bad enough that ZYZ's life or death depends solely on his choice and ZYZ is constantly practically begging for death when ZYC wants him to live. How much immensely worse it makes the whole situation that WX is literally ZYZ's soulmate. And obviously the whole team has only grown more and more attached to ZYZ, too. ZYC's personal turmoil aside, how heavy must that responsibility and guilt be? For the finishing blow that only he can deliver to also deeply threaten every other person he cares about? Everyone understands in the abstract what must happen and why, but just like seeing ZYZ lose control firsthand, the gulf between understanding and experiencing is so unimaginably wide. If he kills ZYZ, can there really be no resentment from his friends? From WX?

Also it seems ZYC only wears cloaks so that he can give them to other people lmao

Ah fuck, the farewell drinks. I didn't even factor in how ZYC might not survive the encounter (''': The drama truly was like hm can we possibly give ZYC a worse day than that night his whole fam died? Maybe give him a bunch of new family members and also the blade and the fate and the sole responsibility to potentially irrevocably scar said family members with? And he might die in the process too? (-: haha maybe? (((-:

Oh. Oh. Addendum. I forgot this til I saw it mentioned in another post—ZYC recounting his oath as he watched WX smile when they discussed reviving the tree...I could feel him weighing those words against his own life, against ZYZ's life, against WX's happiness. One way out of this impossible situation is indeed to doom himself. I'm in pieces.

Damn if WX isn't dedicated heart and soul, going into the sundial like that. I'm sad no one could keep her company for those 300 years but also I guess that's kind of an impossible ask (and maybe not survivable for the other non-goddess mortals? I'm admittedly very unclear on sundial time loophole logistics). It would have been nice to see someone offer though, even just to be turned down.

Ooh I like the soul needle fake-out, given this show's penchant for retroactive "actually we had a plan all along" moments. A good subversion of the narrative's own style.

Also I saved this for the end because it doesn't really fit the linearity of my comments but what the fuuuuuuuck oh my god I absolutely flipped out at this scene:

I am at once rabidly intrigued and at the same time not sure if I'll be satisfied with whatever payoff will come for this so I don't want to overindulge in theorizing and setting my own expectations too high. Maybe this is just a fevered hallucination, maybe it means nothing (I hope it means something). But damn!!! What a gorgeous man crazy scene.

In conclusion, ep 22 had some good stuff for me. Plot development and reflection and tension enough that I may have been satisfied with just that one episode. But they gave us two, so onward to ep 23 comments!

Ep 23:

I like how many solid reasons the team has to suspect ZYC being possessed. Even though I withheld judgment during my watch given how quickly the show usually confirms that kind of stuff with a possession mark, just simply casting that doubt made the whole build up that much more intense.

ZYC slowly walking down the corridor with the whole grounds lit a somber and haunting gold—*chef's kiss*

ZYC's monologue to a catatonic ZYZ is so important to me. The closest we'll get to his internal monologue about this whole situation. The kinds of things said when we think there's no conscious listener.

Okay so, having finished this episode and looking back, Li Lun's hands coming up from behind ZYC was not to denote possession (at least in this episode), potentially is a visual from ZYZ's POV, and seems related to the above screencap. I am so, so curious. Once again, I'm stopping myself from further speculation because I want to be surprised but ahhhhhhhhh

PSJ shooting at Ao Yin is so gorgeous. Her action scenes seriously never disappoint—the creativity of her fight choreos!! Also very cool that the whole team is getting to take part in the action, not just the two male leads.

Bai Jiu possession was not on my bingo card but I sure do love that we literally saw the possession take place and I still didn't connect the dots. Good shitttt. Also oh no ): ZYC was telling the truth about the soul needle, he was just tricked ):

Seriously from the Ao Yin case to getting PSJ released to reviving the Divine Wood to getting tricked by possessed!Bai Jiu to making pear soup to fighting ZYZ to fighting Li Lun—when will ZYC get a single goddamn vacation day holy shit.

Also when will WX tear up that contract so ZYZ can stop having a mild heart attack every time he wants to kiss her ): &I love that they saved the 300-year montage for this moment. While their ship doesn't give me brainrot personally, who could be unmoved by that incredible and undisclosed sacrifice? That's soulmatism.

Okay, I'd seen clips of them filming the ZYC and Li Lun fight but damn I did not expect it'd be happening right now!! Right after already taking damage from ZYZ? And my god is Li Lun brutal. The two actors did such an impressive job on this entire fight, what with Li Lun's ease and ZYC's suffering. I really appreciated the extensive hand-to-hand combat after Li Lun literally obliterated ZYC's sword. (Also though, given the origin of that sword, I kept hoping for a flashback to ZYC's brother once it broke, but alas, no dice.) Anyway, the show does not play around about ZYC whump it seems. I was very very shook by that throat punch; that shit legitimately looked like it hurt.

Honestly, I had a hard time with the extended ZYZ and Li Lun conversation at the very end because oh my god someone please heal ZYC lmao. But of course, that's the end of the episode~~

Y'all...check on your local ZYC stans because I was not okay after all that (': I need a heaping dose of comfort after all that hurt, but as always I'm cautious of hoping for much from canon itself. So yeah! Ep 23 was solid, but I would probably be in better shape if today's release just ended on ep 22 ((':

Time to go wait for the cast's Hi6 episode to drop so I can heal my battered heart ;-;

[nobutseriouslywhat]

Extremely important things my boyfriend has said to me this week:

"I don't know who destiel is"

"now that we've finished having gay sex, do you want to watch a documentary?"

Will update this post as he says more wild shit like this

[nekomanager]

.—001 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐃 ♡ BLUE LOCK

headcanons - ft. isagi, bachira, kunigami, kurona, yukimiya 

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ⋮ mentions of 69; cunnilingus; marking; creampie; titsucking; overstim 𖦹 @enchantedforest-network

♡ ISAGI

•••always asks you if you're just fine from time to time; is this alright? am I hurting you? let me know if you're uncomfortable;

•••most of the time in his head on how to please you; knows all of your pleasure points and gets even more excited when you're being vocal about it;

•••making you cum is like scoring a goal for him; so while he's very sweet and considerate at first don't expect it to last very long;

•••once he's inside you and he's feeling the rush, he'll fuck you senseless; your moans and whimpers fuel him even more;

•••probably feels slightly guilty on the inside but with you crying that he feels so good, there's no going back now and he's out here to make you feel even better;

•••he can fuck you in any position or rather you both would end up in different positions any way; he goes slow at first but then he gradually speeds up, fucking you like he has a time limit;

•••the type to chant your name in passion as he huffed and lost himself;

•••loves to spill it all inside you; his cum hitting your womb is like the ball hitting the net for him;

•••always leans down to sweep off stray hair from your face and kisses you; might apologizes if he goes overboard, but gets immense satisfaction at seeing how good he made you feel; aftercare king right here;

♡ BACHIRA

•••sex with him requires all clothes off; he'll worship your body, admiring it not only with his eyes but also with his hands/mouth;

•••expect his tongue to end up between your legs; loves it when he gets you dripping wet and he can suck you like a free flowing honey that juices spill down his chin;

•••he loves when you're riding on top of him; the way you're giving your all as you humped down on his dick makes him wanna rail you good;

•••he'll bounce you rabidly against his cock, letting go of his inhibitions as he loves doing it impactful and fast until you're too spent to remain in control, giving yourself fully in pleasure too and showing your wild side to him like you have never shown any other;

•••won't stop til you're both limping and whining; but loves it whenever you end up laying on his chest so he can cradle you and wrap his around you, assuring himself that you're here to stay;

♡ KUNIGAMI

•••oh, god! he loves it whenever he feels like you're so little compared to him; the way you clutch onto muscular arms and your eyes close whenever he enters you;

•••it's always the slow but heavy strokes for this guy; like he'll take almost all of his length out then slam it back in; fuck...just so you could feel the absence of his cock in your pussy and the difference when he already stuffed it in, stretching you full;

•••he always has his jaw clenched as he fucks you; it's a sexy sight to behold as he's so trained on you and serious yet he has a gentle hand lovingly over your head;

•••his groans and grunts are just so manly hot; it all seemed beastly as his muscles flex while he thrusts in you yet he's so tender by sensually kissing you and praising you from time to time, "yes, that's my good girl. take it in. take it all in";

♡ KURONA

•••sharky's open to try out new things in bed or even in the absence of it; knows your needs without you saying it tho he may initiate sex out of the blue from time to time;

•••teases you by biting the shell of your ear and when he does that you know he's down for something regardless of wherever, whenever you both are;

•••his oral fixation leads him to leave bite marks all over your body especially all the fleshy parts of you; specifically fond of your inner thighs everytime he eats you out; your tits whenever he leaves a big ring of his bite mark around your nipples;

•••tho he loves penetration, he finds it super special when you 69; your mouth passionately wrapped around his dick as he plays with your pussy and ocassionally chomps on your squishy ass cheeks;

•••finds it special whenever you leave a mark on him too; especially whenever you feel so much pleasure from the ministrations of his cock or fingers that your teeth sink on his shoulder;

•••drowns your ears with whispery moans and soft whines; looks irresidtible everytime his face will contort and flush helplessly while cumming;

♡ YUKIMIYA (got carried away here bc he's my bllk hubby T^T)

•••can't emphasize this enough but he can't have sex with just anybody; it has to be with someone he loves; sex for him is a form of showing how much he loves you and vice-versa;

•••a blend of tender, sweet and playful; he's down for whatever you're into and is not shy to let you know if he wants to do some freaky stuff that he wants to try as long as it doesn't involve other people; not the type to get aroused with the idea of sharing you;

•••when he fucks he fucks with his all; loves touring your body with his mouth and hands; fingers lovingly play with your pussy as he has his tongue rolling around your nipple;

•••never underestimate his gentleness; he's also passionatr and it shows in the way he stirs your insides up; like he has so much affection for you that he wants you to feel in the way he jerks his hips, sucks your pussy, plays with your tits; he wants you to feel just as overwhelmed as he is;

•••enjoys giving and receiving at the same time so he gets extra hard whenever you initiate stroking his length;

•••big on praise and he never fails to let you k ow how much he finds your pussy irresistible before he digs in and eats you out;

•••gets off with your praises too; pounds harder whenever you moan how good he's making you feel;

•••loves the feeling of your tits jiggling against his chest as he lowers himself to fuck you deeper; his gaze will remain in yours, remembering how beautiful you look like as you writhe beneath him;

•••always hugs you tight whenever you cum so he can feel how the tremors wash over you;

•••into giving soft commands; right there...princess; yes, nice and slow...nice and slow. there y'go. good...keep it up, just like that...mhmm, you're so amazing;

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[basuralindo]

I have never heard of it until now, but here's your ticket to talk about Evil Within.

First off, thank you, you're the realest. Secondly, YOU don't know about evil within???? It's whump city, and also just a really good engaging horror game and probably the best thing I've ever played. You gotta check it out I'm begging you, the first one specifically, the sequel was made by different people and doesn't hit the same. It's old in video game years so probably cheap now which is a bonus, and the graphics are still beautiful. (If you can't play it, at least go watch a playthrough -I recommend markiplier)

Anyway, propaganda aside, onto blorbo et al.

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): Ruvik. I am rabidly obsessed with this fucked up little dude. A man who really Gets the horrors of fucked up farms and behind the times medical treatments. He's done everything wrong. Also unintentionally very funny once you've gotten numb to The Horrors

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): I don't have much of a fun answer for this one, I think Leslie Withers is the closest guy to being cute in that game, but if I recall there were also chickens present at some point, so they get the medal actually. scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): I don't think monster Laura is actually underappreciated, I love her but everyone else does too soooo... Kidman was actually more interesting than I think she gets credit for. She was low key about it and felt randomly placed at times, but for actual plot reasons that make it better. glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): That one weirdo in the cell dropping cryptic hints. Also honorable mention to the rat running around with a statue on its head. poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): Uhhh. Ruvik is probably the poorest meow meow you're gonna get, but I named him already. I don't think Joseph is problematic and I hope he's not unpopular, but he sure does Go Through It and angst. horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): So, the whole game is basically centered around putting Sebastian through the plinko and it's fun as hell, but also not optional. However I would very much choose to torment Dr. Jimenez at every opportunity because he's awful but in a funny way. eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): I. Fucking. HATE. The Keeper. He hasn't particularly done more wrong than any other character in there, but he's killed me the most and caused the most palpitations.

Thanks for coming to my indecipherable ramble. I love this game please check it out if you like horror

[draculasfavoritewife]

Night Terrors

Summary: Some things might never change, but every once in awhile, even the painful ghosts of the past can give way to further intimacy.

Pairing: Emma Frost x Scott Summers

Warnings: Mentions of death and past abuse, implied smut at the end. Angst galore.

I am a gleefully unrepentant shipper of these two and love getting inside their beautifully messy heads :) They were probably the first character ship I rabidly helmed, and to my dying day I will maintain that Emma is better for Scott than Jean ever was. That is all!

He wakes up violently again, muscles surging against her skin, only two decades of strict discipline keeping him silent, holding back the anguish that rips through his mind, simmering in the pit of his chest. 

Emma Frost is used to this, much as she wishes she weren’t. When you sleep with Scott Summers, the nightmares are part of the package. Not that she could ever fault him for it. She has her demons, too, the screams that won’t ever quite fade away, the haunted eyes, the scars and the bad choices. 

No, the reason she wishes it weren’t the case is that she hates feeling him in so much pain, most of it self-inflicted. 

She wishes he would open up instead of stuffing all of it down deep into that locked box in his psyche where it festers until it inevitably overflows. But then, who is she to make such demands of him? Emma Frost knows better than anyone how to hide weakness — how to repress her hurt, her doubts, anything that anyone could use to take advantage of her. 

Like her, Scott has been hiding his weaknesses his entire life. She alone sees through the cracks in his armor. She is the only one he allows to touch the scars inside of him, the ones that run so much deeper and are so much more painful than the physical scars scattered across his bare torso beneath her. 

Yet there are still things they don’t talk about. 

He’s trained himself never to open his eyes when he wakes. Even when he sleeps, she can feel his subconscious awareness that he isn’t wearing his protective glasses. His eyes stay shut, but his hands find her, his fingertips digging into the smooth skin of her back and tangling in her silky hair with a searching ferocity that borders on painful. She lets her own eyes flutter open, and as he feels her eyelashes brush his chest, his breathing relaxes. 

“Em?” 

She tells him she hates pet names and sentimental drivel like that, but he could tell, by the way she stubbornly kept her lips from curving up into a smirk the first time he called her so, that she really didn’t. 

She leans back slightly, pulling her weight from his body so he can take a deeper breath. “Yes, Darling?” 

“I’m sorry.” 

Emma huffs an annoyed breath, blowing stray hairs away from her face. Sometimes it seems Scott’s entire vocabulary consists of “I’m sorry”. Doesn’t he remember, after the handful of years they’ve been together already, that she isn’t the Professor, demanding a certain standard of performance from him? She isn’t Logan, telling him off. 

She sure as hell isn’t HER, either. 

Old habits die hard, they say. 

Which is why, instead of voicing any of this aloud, she conceals her frustration at his apology and presses her lips to his strong jawline. “I’m a light sleeper, Scott. And it’s hot in here. It was only a matter of time before I woke up anyway.” 

He knows that’s a lie. He knows she would sleep past noon every day of the week if he didn’t tease and coax her out from their nest each morning with the promise that she can join him in the shower. But he doesn’t challenge her. He’s still too raw and tender from whatever old horrors his thoughts cooked up for him this time. 

“You sound like you want to talk,” she prods, sitting up. Moonlight slants in through the window, turning her already pale complexion silvery white. 

“I don’t,” he mutters, rolling away from her. “Go back to sleep.” 

Emma sighs and kicks away the sheets tangled around her long legs. “Well, you have my full attention, Lover. And something’s got your mind in a twist. Care to untangle it for me? Or am I supposed to simply await the next time I’m jolted awake so abruptly?” 

His broad back tenses. “You don’t like it, I can sleep somewhere else for the rest of the night.” 

Any other time, Emma would have laughed out loud at what he just said. This is his room they share, the room he has occupied since before she even knew what the Xavier Institute was, and he is the one offering to leave, instead of suggesting she do so. Whether it comes from his endearing sense of chivalry, or the fact that he’s completely wrapped around her finger, she isn’t sure. But it is funny. 

She has a feeling he’s not in the mood for a laugh tonight. He rarely is even at the best of times. So serious. So controlled. So…perfect, in front of everyone else. 

Emma was delighted when she first met him. She remembers the satisfaction of glancing through his thoughts and seeing how beautifully imperfect he actually is. Everything he worked so hard to keep from everyone else — the rage, the passion, the guilt, the POWER — she tasted it, lingering there in the wings from day one. She’s not the most religious person in the room, never has been, but something about meeting Scott Summers almost made her believe in a higher power. 

Why else would they have crossed paths? 

She reaches out, her caress sliding from his rigid shoulder all the way down to his hip, and he loosens slightly. “If you don’t want to talk…what about showing me?” This is nearly unheard of for her. She’s lived her whole life using her prodigious telepathic abilities to take what she wants and manipulate who she could in the name of self-preservation. It speaks volumes of how much he means to her, of the level of trust and respect they’ve cultivated in the years since they met, that she does not invade his thoughts whenever she pleases, asking for his consent instead. 

He’s known her long enough to realize this. 

Scott allows her to pull him towards her again, and he lets her in. Emma loves his mind, almost gets a rush from it when he bares himself this fully for her. She revels in the complexity of his keen intelligence, the turbulence of his emotions, the overwhelming drive and ambition that pushes him constantly to new levels of greatness. This is why she believes in him, why all of them believe in him, whether they are aware of it or not. If she had the time, she would willingly spend days in here, learning all of his idiosyncrasies, getting lost in his memories like a well-curated museum. 

The trail of his despair is easy enough to follow despite her desire to window-shop, and as she follows it ever deeper, his reluctance drags at her feet. She has a sneaking suspicion she knows which dream this is. 

Then she’s rounded a corner and there it is, playing out in front of her like a television rerun. The nightmare that most frequently haunts his slumber, the one they don’t talk about. 

The one about HER. 

She stands cold and aloof, an observer and nothing more as the flames rise higher and a woman cries out in agony and fury. Phoenix has always lingered here, in his mind. Emma can still feel whispers of the time when the redheaded woman was the one running her fingers through Scott’s memories and not her. Her presence is everywhere here, the one place that never changes even if Scott dresses in more expensive clothes now and has taken to leaving his jaw fashionably scruffy because Emma likes it. Another woman was here first, and no one can take that fact away. 

“It was different this time.” 

Emma turns to see him approaching her from behind. Not the same one currently playing out the grim theatre of death in his memory, but the real Scott. She feels a pain in her chest, though she would deny it, at the sight of his astral image still wearing his glasses, even though he can’t hurt anyone here. She turns away. 

“How was it different?” The words come out in her White Queen voice, the frozen tones she used before she met him. Emma hadn’t realized until now just how different her natural voice is when they’re together. 

He reaches out as if to put a hand on her shoulder, then has second thoughts and drops it to his side again. “Just keep watching, I guess.” 

So she does, and to her surprise, when the flames die and Phoenix with them, the woman the other Scott is cradling in his arms isn’t a redhead. Straight, pale blond hair is what she sees flowing over his shoulder as he breaks down, and it hits her with an odd gravity that she’s never watched herself die before. 

“I thought I lost you,” Scott tells her, voice low as he looks at the ground. 

Emma turns to meet his gaze again, and a tear rolls down her cheek before she can stop it. “You…it was me?” 

He nods, biting his lip. A moment of silence passes between them, and then he reaches for her hands, gazing down into her face. “I love you, Em,” he murmurs. 

She’s always had a more difficult time saying it than he does. He says it all the time in his thoughts, sometimes even aloud. It’s the way he ends most of their conversations. But he’s known real love, what it feels like, and she’s only ever heard the word as a euphemism for something that means absolutely nothing when the wrong people are doing it. 

In his thoughts, here and now, she thinks she understands what love really is, though. 

So she says it back. 

“I love you, Scott Summers.” 

Then he’s kissing her, and she’s always loved when he does it like this, alone in his head where no one else can see, when it’s just the two of them at their most vulnerable, more naked than they can ever be in real life. It’s intimate, it’s perfect, and she suddenly pities all those unfortunate souls that will never be able to experience a unity like this. 

Though if anyone ever accused Emma Frost of pitying anyone, she would slam them into next week. 

When she becomes aware of her own physical body again, Scott is sitting up in front of her, his eyes still shut but his thumb softly wiping the tear from her cheek. If it had been anyone else, she would be offended at their care, at their sympathy, at the assumption that she needs anyone to look out for her. But it’s Scott, and his touch is so gentle, and his lips are slightly smiling at her, and so she feels that pathetic warm and fuzzy feeling that only he has ever drawn out of her. 

She leans in to kiss him for real, sliding her tongue across his soft lips, and he returns the kiss with all of the warmth and passion in him, and she tells him again in their minds just how much she loves him. 

When they break apart, Emma allows her skin to harden, changing her body to diamond in his embrace. He senses the difference, her coldness against his skin, and tips his head to one side, questioning. “Em, are you sure?” 

“Yes,” she whispers. “Yes, Scott. Look at me.” 

His eyelids open, and she’s staring into his eyes. Even though her capacity to feel is deadened when she is like this, she knows how much she loves his eyes. They’re beautiful in their burning crimson glory, so much raging energy thundering out of them like an untamable force of nature. Those eyes that have killed, that have pulverized steel into dust and destroyed even the staunchest juggernauts he has faced, are nothing more than gorgeous to her. 

She can look him in the eye without his protective shields, something no one else on earth can do. It lights her up inside, both literally and figuratively she thinks, as she sees the patterns shining through her translucent body reflected on their bedroom walls. 

He closes his eyes again and rests his forehead against hers. “Thank you.” 

Even without her telepathy, she picks up on what he’s not saying, his desire for her to return to flesh and blood again, and what he wants to do to her when she has. “Don’t you want me to stay this way?” she asks coolly. “Most men would go mad at the very idea of having an entire woman forged of pure diamond in their arms.” 

“I’m not most men,” he replies simply. “And lovely as you are like this, I really prefer my entire woman much…softer.” 

She acquiesces, and he pushes her over so that he is the one on top now. “You’re certainly getting more assertive, Mr. Summers.” 

His smile is perhaps the closest thing to wicked she’s ever seen cross his handsome face. “That is entirely your fault, Love.” 

“Something I don’t mind blaming myself for,” she snarks, twisting her fingers in his thick hair. “What happened to ‘Go back to sleep’?” 

“Oh we will, don’t worry. But we’re going to get good and tired out first.” 

As he takes over, Emma reflects that his threats are the only ones she’s ever looked forward to fulfilling. 

[phoenixkaptain]

If you don't mind me asking, who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series (can be canon or non-canon)? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

This is a bit difficult for me because I am very particular about my romances. It took me a long time to come to terms with the fact that I myself don’t really want romance, so I’ve always gravitated to two types of couples. The type who are best friends / old married couples, ie: they’re comfortable with each other and know each other well, or the type who are almost immediately rabidly obsessed with each other. Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham come to mind.

I like couples where the woman plays the masculine role and the man plays the feminine one. (Mouri Ran and Kudou Shinichi are my primary example for this, because Ran is a Karate champion who can punch throw concrete and commonly acts more as a guard for other characters than a damsel and Shinichi is melodramatic and fixates on details and has a real talent for saying rude things in a cutesy voice. They’re each other’s hero a lot, rhey save one another a lot, and I like that dynamic of theirs)

I don’t really understand attraction based on sexual interest. Like, I don’t understand wanting to date someone just for sex. I get why people want to have sex, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t understand why people would ask someone out just for sex? Like, if you just want sex, just ask for sex straight out. Why’ve you gotta date for a while? I don’t really get it.

All that being said, my favourite couples are either very boring or extremely bizarre. I admit as much.

Like, I very much enjoy Marth / Caeda from Fire Emblem. They know each other and Marth got his little circlet from her and they have some very cute interactions! On the other hand, I also ship Marth / Michalis because Michalis made an offhand comment all of once about finding Marth terrible but begrudingly respecting him and all I could think of was “slowburn, enemies-to-lovers, 250k words)

I ship a lot of things and I ship characters with multiple other characters and I ship polycules. It’s pretty rare that I find a ship I actively dislike, actually. I’m just a bit too easygoing about it all. Even if I’m uninterested in a ship, I can be convinced if there’s cute art or something.

Ah, I miss the days when people wrote essays on why they shipped characters. I know it was mostly for queer romances, but those always helped me interpret what others saw as romantic. So many of those posts were so detailed and fun to read. Even if two characters barely interacted, I loved reading someone’s essay on why they ship them. Even if characters have never interacted, I enjoyed reading essays on why they would make an interesting couple.

I know this didn’t really answer the question, but I honestly struggle with listing what ships I enjoy. There are too many of them, quite frankly, and some of them are couples that I just ship in a queerplatonic way that toes the line between platonic and romantic.

That being said, here are some of my favourite queerplatonic ships:

Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn. My favourite dynamic for them was in the novel Cloak of Deception. It mentioned their size difference a lot, which I really enjoy (Obi-Wan is not tiny! They just kept putting Ewan Mcgregor next to giants! He is average height, honestly) But most importantly, it portrayed their relationship as Qui-Gon getting distracted by something for a few minutes only to whip around and look around for his Padawan wildly. This man has left Obi-Wan at a gas station before. They snark at each other and are just overall very comfortable with each other and the whole thing makes me very happy, I wish there were fics based on this dynamic (aside from my own)

Qui-Gon Jinn and Luke Skywalker. These two have never met. They do not know each other. Qui-Gon dies long before Luke was born and nobody ever mentions Qui-Gon to Luke. But, and I’ve said this before, they are oddly similar and I think it would be fun to watch them hang out. They are like two tuning forks ringing in perfect harmony. They are so similar, they are a mirror to each other, and I love the idea of them bonding over plants.

Furuya Rei and Kudou Shinichi. I don’t know how to describe their dynamic. They are suspicious of each other. They trust each other with their lives. Conan can tell that Amuro (Furuya) isn’t who he says he is. Furuya can tell that Conan isn’t who he says he is. They bond over stupid things. Furuya gets stalked for his ham sandwich recipe. Conan cannot believe that this man is this stupid. I don’t know, I like their dynamic. I like Furuya taking one look at Conan and saying “what a suspicious lil guy. I’m going to feed him in hopes that he returns like a stray cat.” It is very fun to read and to write.

I suppose you could say that my favourite ships, romantic or otherwise, are ones where they will sit across from each other in comfortable silence.

And I like ones that are mutually insane. Again, Hannibal and Will. Hannibal in the Red Dragon (novel) gets so upset that Will dared to not give him his phone number and home address that he figured out Will’s home address for the sole purpose to send a serial killer to his door out of petty revenge. When Will gets stabbed in the face at the end of the book and is in the hospital, Hannibal writes him a letter that ends with “I hope you aren’t ugly now.” In Silence of the Lambs, Hannibal Lecter meets the first woman he’s been able to have any contact with in literal years, and his first question is “Where’s Will Graham? If they’re going to send someone to pick my brain, they’re going to send Will Graham. Where is he?” (He is in Florida drinking beer and ignoring Crawford’s increasingly desperate phone calls)

Hope this is somewhat what you were looking for.

[corvidiss]

some notes and additions i found on this post which i love, collated here for the sole purpose of me having them in one place, and i guess also for other interested parties

(apologies to those tagged hereafter if you wish not to have been tagged)

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From @zarohk's reblog:

Even better: “I suppose when you write this, you’ll claim that…” cutting directly to Watson’s completely inaccurate voiceover.

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From @alwaysanoriginal's reblog:

#film ends with Watson talking about him and his wife via narration but in reality he and Holmes settle in for a nice night by the fire #and then Watson gets up and gives a distracted Holmes a peck on the lips and walks out of the room / out of frame #last scene is Holmes’ private smile while Watson the narrator says something blasè about hoping his good friend was having a nice evening #understated yet thematically relevant note to end on to abruptly make a core thesis clear

(this is adorable i love it omg)

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From @ll-again's reblog:

On screen: Sherlock Holmes rabidly explaining to Watson that heliocentricism is a giant cover up, aliens are real, and the Pope is definitely in on it Watson, narrating: "My surprise reached a climax, however, when I found incidentally that he was ignorant of the Copernican Theory and of the composition of the Solar System. That any civilized human being in this nineteenth century should not be aware that the earth travelled round the sun appeared to be to me such an extraordinary fact that I could hardly realize it."

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From @e-b-reads's reblog:

#the one thing i wld add is that i think watson wld often be like #'holmes was astonishing and managed to do xyz while i stood aside like a fool' #and then actually onscreen watson wld be in the midst of the action

(YES. this.)

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From @svperbitch's reblog:

#My dream adaptation #I love Watson the unreliable narrator who will try and make Holmes look good at any cost #Even when describing his failures it only serves to emphasise how great he usually is #And I know for a fact he downplays his own role #And more than a few crimes because fuck the police

(hell yeah hard agree)

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From @keepthemacramesecret's reblog:

#honestly feel lile this would be the most accurate adaptation of the og stories vibes #like there rly is the indication that the True Story #lies somewhere in between watsons glamorous romantic adventure stories #and holmes clinical analysis of the pure facts #like we get little mentions from watson of holmes complaints abt how he writes the stories #and it rly would b cool to hav an adaptation that played w that contrast #where neither of them is telling the full story bc theyre prioritising different aspects

(THIS. This is FASCINATING. I never thought of Holmes' frustration with Watson's romanticisation beyond "he's grumpy watson doesn't focus on the facts" and thinking about it this way a: makes much more sense actually, and b: makes Holmes' criticism of Watson's writing less unfounded or petty. and putting it together to bring out the fact that neither of them are telling the full truth, and the real events lie somewhere between their depictions/perceptions?? incredible. I love the poetry of it)

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From @keirgreeneyes's reblog:

If Taika & Rhys & David do Sherlock Holmes, they'd be super smart to do it this way!!! #sherlock #adaptation #comedy #but please do make it queer too #lots you could hide in the subtext #but please let them be canon queer #please

(omg taika and rhys would absolutely slay this you are so incredibly right. they'd get the comedy and queer aspects in so well i am longing for this now)

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From @onyx-void's reblog:

#at the end it's shown it's a police interrogation going over what happened and Watson was just doing his best #not to incriminate either himself or Holmes about the Many Many Crimes they commited to solve the case

(HFHDBBFDJS YES. this is iconic and hilarious i LOVE this addition)

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And for a couple of recommendations I intend to check out at some point:

From @madenthusiasms's reblog:

There’s a Russian Sherlock Holmes from the early 2010s on YouTube with more or less this premise. The “real” Sherlock Holmes is short, impulsive, hyperactive, and can’t box or play violin worth shit.

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From @whether-to-screech's reblog:

The Suicide Club, or the Adventures of a Titled Person, 1981 has this exact thing and the effect is just as good as described.

Concept: Sherlock Holmes adaptation with Watson providing film noir style voiceover narration, except it’s soon apparent that Watson is a somewhat less-than-reliable narrator.

Though the tone and content of Watson’s voiceover is broadly consistent with the original stories, when compared with the accompanying on-screen events it becomes clear that Watson-the-narrator is frequently, at the very least, delicately understating how things really went down, and occasionally lying through his teeth, particularly when the on-screen “truth” would make Holmes or himself look foolish.

While neither the version of events given by the narration nor the version of events concurrently depicted on screen are particularly comedic in themselves, the combined effect of juxtaposing the two is often outright farcical.

[bigasswritingmagnet]

Lady Faucon

Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition

Pairing: HawkexVarric

Summary: Varric discovers they have backup at the Winter Palace, and that Hawke is better at acting like the noblewoman she technically is than he ever thought she could.

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Varric really wished Josephine had picked a less...conspicuous color for the outfits. Maybe green, or grey, or a dappled pattern that would allow him to melt into the shadows completely unnoticed. In blazing red he’d managed to slip away from his eager, noble fans by the skin of his teeth.

He’d really thought Bartrand’s galas were the peak of excruciating social gatherings, but he had not reckoned with the Orlesians. Bad enough to have to wear an uncomfortable suit and listen to annoying music, but he also had to deal with fans. He’d take assassins any day of the week.  

A flash of red in the corner of his eye made him look up, expecting to see the Inquisitor coming for another chat.

It was not the Inquisitor.

A noblewoman was approaching, hands hovering in that very Orlesian pose that always made him think of particularly dramatic figurines of Andraste. Though her face was hidden behind pale green mask, he could tell from her body language that she was focused on him.

The flash of color was from a thick sash tied around her waist. That was very...un-Orlesian of her. A few subtle tweaks here and there were acceptable, but this was not subtle. The vivid red stood out like a beacon in contrast to the deep or muted colors of the Orlesian court.

He braced himself as she approached, and put on an expression of mild interest -- not particularly welcoming, but not rude. It was important to be tactful. Just like at the Merchant’s Guild, Varric wasn’t so concerned about upsetting people as he was with not getting stabbed later on.

The woman stopped a touch closer than was polite and bowed slightly.

"Please pardon my forwardness," she said in the well-bred accent that was starting to grate on his nerves, "but may I be so bold as to inquire if you are truly the Varric Tethras?"

"Yep," he said, putting on a vaguely pleasant smile. "That's me."

"Oh wonderful!" She clasped her hands together. "I had so hoped it was! I am such a fan of your work!"

Her mask completely covered her face (pale green, with delicate carvings of flowers and vines, didn't know enough about the symbolism, ask Vivienne later), but he could feel the rabidly enthusiastic smile she was giving him.  

"Uh, thanks. Always nice to meet a fan."

"Oh, I am your biggest fan in all Orlais! I have all of your books, even Swords and Shields! I have them almost memorized!"

Oh boy. Obsessive fans were terrible at the best of times, and this was not the best of times. He had to think of a way to extricate himself from the conversation, and fast, before she started asking for vials of his blood to wear on a necklace, or whatever.

"But my absolute favorite was The Tale of the Champion! Hawke is such a compelling hero, no? She sounds like the smartest, cleverest, most beautiful woman in the whole world! What is there not to admire? It is little wonder you fell in love with her, for who could not! Such a charming, brave, elegant--"

Varric was seriously debating whether he should just cut and run, when she leaned forward eagerly and the light caught her eyes: sparkling with amusement at his expense, and lyrium blue. He'd know them anywhere.

"Hawke?"

She winked, then straightened and placed a shocked hand on her chest.

"Why monsieur, I don't know what you mean! I am a member of the de Ghislain household! I have never even been to Kirkwall!"

Varric glanced around, making sure they weren't being watched. 

"What are you doing here?" he hissed. "How are you here?"

"I'm backup!" she whispered, dropping the accent but oozing with glee, "Secret backup."

Varric felt like he should protest, just on the principal of the thing, but really, he was glad. The night would be a lot easier to get through, knowing she had his back. Not to mention it was going to be absolutely hilarious watching Orlesian nobles obliviously rubbing elbows with a Fereldan peasant.

"Gotta say, that's a pretty good accent Haw-- uh..."

"Oh! Forgive my rudeness!" Hawke said, accent firmly back in place. She dipped a small curtsy. "I am Lady Marie Faucon, handmaiden to Lady Amelie de Ghislain, daughter of the Duke de Ghislain, and personal acquaintance of Madam de Fer!"

It was a good lie. Handmaidens were a copper a dozen, their status within their mistresses' households rising and falling like the tides. A woman from a very minor noble household might go entirely unnoticed for years, but favored by someone like Vivienne, could rise to her mistress' right hand overnight.

"Faucon? Seriously? You don't think that's a little on the nose?"

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," she said airily. Varric supposed it might help that no one would even imagine that Hawke might show up at the Winter Palace in disguise. Especially not that disguise.

"You sure you can pull this off? I mean, you've got the dress and the accent, but...I'll be frank, milady, you are about as subtle as a brick wall."

Hawke flicked open her fan with a single, practiced motion that amazed Varric, and fluttered it coquettishly.

"Only because I wish to be, Monsieur Tethras! My mother insisted that I learn the skills of the nobility. Etiquette, conversation, dancing--"

"Dancing?" Varric managed to keep his voice quiet, but only just. "Your mother made you take dancing lessons? How did I not know about this?" 

"A woman never reveals all her secrets," she said airily. Dropping the accent again, in a rare serious tone, she went on. "Trust me, Varric. The Inquisitor and I worked this out with Vivienne. We've got all the stories straightened out. I'll be fine."

"And the rest of us weren't informed because...?"

"The fewer people who know I'm here, the less of a chance someone blows my cover. Cullen doesn't even know."

"Alright, but if someone stabs you because you can't remember someone's third cousin twice removed, I'm not helping you."

"This is Orlaise, not the Merchant's Guild. They'd wait til after the party, at least."  Hawke glanced out at the crowd. "I have to go mingle. They'll get suspicious if I talk to you too long." She stepped back and curtsied again. "An honor to meet you, Monsieur Tethras."

Varric fought back a smile and bowed.

"Likewise, Madam Faucon."

Hawke turned and drifted back towards the crowd, her posture, her walk, even the way she held her fan, indistinguishable from the nobles around her. It was astounding. Ten years of being practically inseparable and she still managed to surprise him. The sash was a clever touch, too. It made it easy to spot her in the crowd so the Inquisitor would know where and who she was, and it was scandalous enough that it would be the primary focus of anyone she spoke to.

"I see you've met my "ward"," Vivienne said, much amused, as she drifted up to him. "I should have known she was planning to surprise you like this. She was very insistent that you not be told."

"I didn't even recognize her," Varric admitted. "I’ve known her for ten years and I couldn't pick her out of a crowd if I tried."

"Don't take it to heart, darling. She's a phenomenal actress."

"And apparently well educated in the aristocratic arts, which I also didn't know."

"She is a noble, my dear."

"This is the first time I've ever seen her even remotely act like one."

"And yet she does it so naturally. Who knows? Perhaps when our task is concluded, I might introduce her to court properly."

"You want Hawke to play The Game?" Varric asked, aghast. Visions of particularly snobby nobles being frozen to the ceiling danced through his head. He'd once seen Hawke set her dog on the son of a minor count for calling Merrill "uncultured", and Merrill hadn't even understood what he meant until someone explained. 

"Perhaps," Vivienne said, in that vague and mysterious tone that meant argument was pointless and would be ignored. "I must speak to the Marquis du Chat before he leaves. Try not to spend all night hiding in corners. It's most unbecoming."

Varric decided that the best way to avoid being cornered by the nobles was to stay on the move and as close to large objects as possible. Unbecoming or no, he'd rather not spend the evening being grilled about the details of his books, or what he was going to write next, or (and the thought made him shudder) how much coin it would take to become a character in his next story. That it let him keep an eye on Hawke was an added bonus. He couldn't follow her too closely, just in case someone get the wrong idea, but she was easy to spot at a distance.

Maker, it was so strange. She was utterly unrecognizable. All the little quirks and ticks that any person had, that Varric knew by heart, were completely changed. Hawke talked with her hands; when she got excited, anyone standing too close risked getting smacked in the face. Lady Faucon was demure and reserved, rarely moving her hands from their default position. Even discounting the accent, her voice was different. The low, airy tone always dripping in sarcasm was gone; the new voice was slightly nasal and a higher pitch, almost squeaking when she grew excited.

He wasn’t sure if he was more impressed, or disturbed.

Leliana appeared in the corner of his vision. She drifted by, in no particular hurry. Without pausing or looking at him, she murmured "It's time." Varric allowed himself a mental sigh of relief. Finally. The sooner they got this done, the sooner they could get out of here.

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Shit. Shit. Who would have thought it was the Grand Duchess? She was good, Varric had to admit. He was almost impressed. Almost.

Adaar did not appear impressed, but Adaar took things like attempted assassinations very personally. After a lifetime dealing with the Merchant's Guild, Varric had become pretty immune.

The second they walked into the grand ballroom, Varric was looking for that flash of red. They were all getting looks, walking into a party armed and armored, but Varric didn't care. He had to be sure Hawke hadn't gotten caught while he was away. Not that he didn't have faith in her abilities, but these days, Varric got nervous any time Hawke was out of his sight for longer than ten minutes. He should really work on getting over that.

"Just look at her," a woman sighed, leaning on the railing overlooking the dance floor. "Lady Faucon is so elegant. I wish I could dance like that."

"She's not that good," her companion scoffed.

Trying not to catch their attention, Varric edged towards the railing until he could see down. There she was. Hawke was quick on her feet in a fight, but this was different. She glided across the floor, each step perfectly in time with the music. Her partner was a man a few inches taller than her -- a rarity, since Hawke's six feet usually had her at least at eye level with most men. Her hand was on his shoulder, his on her waist, both turning in perfect harmony, effortlessly navigating around the other dancers.

Varric felt a sudden, strange tightness in his chest. He wasn't much of dancer, never had been. It was boring, and took forever, and it was hard to hold a proper conversation when you were trying to remember where your feet were supposed to be. He certainly wouldn't be able to keep up with a beat like this. And he still wished, just a little, that it was him down there with Hawke. It was a terrible idea. His own mediocre skills aside, the height difference would make it laughable. But it still stung when the song ended, and Hawke's partner bowed to kiss her hand. 

"Let all gathered attend." The steward's voice rang out across the ballroom, and everyone turned to look. Shit. He hadn't been paying attention. Looking around quickly, he spotted Adaar, moving through the crowd, gaze fixed on the Grand Duchess. Varric stepped back, giving himself enough room to pull out Bianca at the first sign of trouble. Hawke, on the other hand, showed no signs of concern. She was simply another noblewoman watching her Empress, hands folded demurely at her waist.

The Empress was talking, something about how great Orlais was, probably, but Varric wasn't listening.

"Grand Duchess!" Adaar's voice split the air. "Stand down!"

Inquisition guards pushed themselves between the Empress and the Duchess, closing in on all sides with swords drawn. Florianne was faster. She stabbed the man behind her in the gut with the knife in her hand, sliced the throat of the one in front of her-- and screamed in pain as a small throwing knife buried itself in the meat of her arm.

"For Corypheus!" the Duchess cried, clutching her wounded arm. "Kill them all!"

Down on the dance floor, Hawke slid more knives from beneath her sash. One, two, three, and her knives found new homes in the throats and hearts of Venatori agents descending on the guards.

Florianne ran for the exit, Adaar hot on her heels. As they disappeared outside, Hawke hiked up her skirts in both hands and took off up the stairs. Bull reached the door first -- people tended to scatter in the face of an oncoming qunari at any speed -- Varric and Hawke came in a close second, Vivienne not far behind. Out in the courtyard, the fight had started in earnest. Florianne, in a ridiculous display of speed and agility, backflipped off the top of a fountain seconds before it exploded under Adaar's firebolt.

A bow had materialized in Hawke's hands; a quiver on her back. Drawing an arrow, Hawke flicked her wrist, and a bright red light wrapped around it. Nocked the arrow, drew it back, sighted, fired. Her shot was off, Varric could tell, unless she was trying to bring the venatori down non-lethally. The muttered curse was a bit of a hint, too. Fortunately, the arrow burst into flames, igniting the man's fancy harlequin suit. Varric made a note to tease Hawke about not practicing later.

It was thrilling to fight with Hawke again. Even with her out of her element (so to speak), even after all this time, they fought like a matched set. She'd freeze a man in place, he'd shatter him with an arrow. He'd pin a man's foot to the ground, she'd blast him into the next century. It was so much like old times Varric had to stop himself from calling out a kill count. 

Varric almost wished the fight could have lasted longer, just to hang on to that feeling, but Adaar was--as always--a force of nature and tonight, a force of nature who had been forced to spend an evening tiptoeing around and making polite small talk. You'd feel sorry for the Venitori, if they weren't so terrible. It was a little like watching ants trying to fight a hurricane.

By the time Adaar had finished, the courtyard was mostly rubble, smoldering shrubbery, and corpses. Adaar and Vivienne were looking down at Florianne's body with matching expressions, a mixture of contempt and satisfaction. Iron Bull was pretending he wasn't fussing over the slash to the arm Adaar had taken from one of Florianne's knives.

Hawke was gasping for breath as she approached them.

"They do wonders to the figure, but Maker, these things are hard to fight in," she said, hand on the corset around her waist.

"I think you did pretty good, Hawke," Bull said with a grin. Hawke huffed a grumpy sigh.

"I guess the magic arrows rather gave it away."

"No, I figured it out a few hours ago."

Hawke's shoulder's slumped. 

"Hours?" she said, almost whining. "What gave me away?"

"Body language. Not yours," he added, and jerked a thumb at Varric. "His. There's only person he gives that look to, then suddenly he starts pointing it at a woman no one had ever met before tonight. Wasn't hard to put the pieces together."

Hawke shoved Varric's shoulder.

"You used to be so good at deceit and subterfuge," she complained.

"Don't take it personally. I'm trained to look for this sort of thing. Guarantee Cullen and Josephine didn't figure it out."

Hawke brightened, clearly pleased.

"What look?" Varric demanded, disgruntled.

Before Bull could answer, Adaar interrupted.

"Talk about it later. We need to get back inside." She gave them a rare smile. "Good work, everyone."  

"Aren't you going to take the mask off?" Varric asked Hawke as they began to climb the stairs.

"Certainly not," Vivienne said. "Announcing to the entire court that you deceived them is simply not done. Subtlety is everything. Lady Faucon may declare herself an agent of the Inquisition, but she cannot declare herself an impostor."

Hawke shrugged, uncomfortably. Varric was starting to get the impression Hawke wasn’t enjoying this as much as she’d made it sound.

And then it was all over. Well, the civil war and the fighting and sneaking were over. Despite the attempted assassination, the arrest of Gaspard, and the death of the Grand Duchess, everyone was still there, dancing and eating canapes like nothing had happened. It was so...Orlesian. Even the Merchant Guild parties broke up when someone got stabbed. To Varric's surprise, Lady Faucon's new friends hadn't been at all upset that she wasn't entirely who they thought she was. On the contrary, her being a secret agent for the inquisition apparently only made her more interesting.

Vivienne informed them they had an hour and a half before it was not impolite to leave, and everyone but her was counting down the minutes. It was a testament to his exhaustion that it took Varric some time to realize he hadn't seen the flash of Hawke's sash in almost fifteen minutes. Hawke had somehow managed to slip away.

Everyone was inside, now, called by the Empresses' big speech and all wanting to whisper about the events of the night. That meant the grounds would be deserted, which meant Varric had a pretty good idea where Lady Faucon might be. She might be unrecognizable in her disguise, but underneath it, Hawke was still Hawke.

He made his way down to the lower gardens, which were blessedly cool and quiet after the noise and heat of the party. Varric didn't normally go for the whole nature thing, but even he had to admit that the gardens were beautiful, if a little over-sculpted.

He followed a winding path through the trees until he found her. A small patio was surrounded on three sides by a trellis of rosebushes, which in full bloom hid it completely out of sight of the ballroom. Hawke was sitting on a stone bench inside, mask and hat carefully balanced on the seat beside her, headscarf pushed back to hang around her neck like a hood. It was strange to see that familiar face over Orlesian finery, but at least she was being herself now, terrible posture and all.

She didn't react when he first approached, though he was sure she heard his footsteps on the gravel path. The music from the ball filtered down from the open doors of the ballroom and Hawke was tapping the toes of her embroidered slippers together in time.

"So apparently attempted assassination is not grounds for ending a party," he said conversationally. Hawke looked up and gave him a tired half-smile.

"If they did, all their parties would end early." She looked exhausted, that bone-tired sag she got when she was well and truly tapped out.

"You alright?" he asked gently.

"I'm fine. It's hard, being someone else for that long. I had to play the Game, and keep track of all my lies, and remember what my laugh was supposed to sound like..." She sighed. "I'm ready to just be me again."

"I'll be honest, Hawke, I'm glad to hear it. No offence, but I didn't really like Lady Faucon all that much."

"Neither did I," Hawke admitted with a grin. "I'm afraid that's rather the point. I'd go crazy in a week if I had to put up with all the fancy dresses and pretentious dukes day in and day out. I'm going to take a guess and say you didn't have any fun either."

Varric snorted.

"Are you kidding? That's nothing compared to the parties the Merchant's Guild throws. For starters, there was only one attempted assassination, and no one asked me about my opinions on lyrium prices."

"At least you didn’t have to talk to anyone.”  

"Only because I spent the entire night hiding from all the people who wanted to talk to me."

"Next time I'll start a rumor that you're incredibly short tempered and violently attack anyone who asks you about your books."

Varric put a hand over his heart and gave her the most over-the-top look of adoration he could must.

"That might just be the kindest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”  

"Someone has to protect you from all the big bad nobles." Hawke sighed and looked up at the roses around her. "It wasn't all bad," she said distantly, reaching out to trace a petal. "The dancing was nice."

Varric knew she was thinking about Bethany. He'd never met her, and neither Hawke nor Carver spoke of her much, but he remembered both of them mentioning how much Bethany would have liked to be at the estate, to wear fancy dresses and dance at parties.

He looked up at the ballroom again and blinked in surprise. Standing where he was, outside the cover of the rosebush, he could see one of the big balconies that jutted out from the ballroom. Iron Bull was dancing with Adaar. She had been very aware of what the Orlesians would think of a qunari--they were wearing uniforms so the court couldn't snicker at an oxman in a dress. The balcony was in full view of the ballroom, which meant no doubt the nobles were watching and whispering, but neither dancer seemed to have eyes for anything but each other.

Hawke looked up when he held out his hand.

"Would you do me the honor of a dance, Serrah Hawke?" Varric asked, in his fanciest noble voice. For a second Hawke just stared at him. A slow smile spread across her face, her real smile, the one he knew by heart.

"I would be delighted, Master Tethras," she said, and took his hand.        

[captnjacksparrow]

Did Sasuke really ‘winked’ at Sakura? Or did his leg ‘trembled’ on hearing her 2nd proposal?

There is this rabid SS/NH shipper who harasses anyone who don’t accept the Canon pairings, especially SNS fans, here in Tumblr. Harassment is an Under-Statement, to be honest. He wants to actively hunt Yaoi fangirls and teach them a lesson by intentionally coming into our Tags and create ruckus from time to time. And I don’t want to talk about that crack-head here which is not the purpose of this post. However, just like every other SS shipper, this one also brought the same baseless panels to prove how Sasuke is a filtered Heterosexual person and how he loved Sakura in a ‘Tsundere’ way.

Just like him, many SS shippers consider certain moments as an Ultimate proof of Love. God!!! I’ve seen a person who wrote a post in Quora about How Sasuke always loved Sakura even in the Chapter 693 (LOL... Murdering Genjutsu says ‘Hello’), and that post garnered some 1.7k Upvotes. And I must say it cracked my spine.

Anyways, I am going to debunk some of their Pink tainted Dreams with some hot proofs in this post. 

First off, Whenever they rabidly pounce on us, the very first panel they usually bring into a discussion is

SASUKE SUPPOSEDLY ‘WINKING’ AT SAKURA

This is from the official Viz Translation.... So, they claim that Sasuke was ‘Winking’ at Sakura.... which he never did to anyone and they consider this as something ‘Special’ between them. When we ask, “There’s no sign of him winking at all...!”, they will always claim that ‘The word bubble hid his Left eyes’

Anyways, this is where I started to dig deeper...

I searched for Japanese Raws of the Manga to see the truth for myself. And I got this,

The Sound Effect (SFX) mentioned here is  

ニッ

I looked for the meaning of this word and I found this cool website where many Japanese SFX words and their English equivalent with some panels from different Mangas were attached as examples. 

According to this website,

That SFX  ニッ  means *smile* *grin* *smirk* *heh*.... Which means it’s an Onomatopoeia for Smile or Smirk. 

And they have attached some panels from other Manga with this same SFX

So, Sasuke never ‘Winked’ at Sakura.... One of their dream Busted!!!! Bwahhahaha...

***Evil Smirk persists***

If they still claim that Sasuke was winking, then every other Manga ever released so far in the history of Japan which had this SFX were wrong. 

The only person who winked at Sakura was Rock Lee. And it had a different SFX.

The SFX mentioned here is 

パチ

As you can see, this SFX can be used in many different situations. And most of these terms matches with what Lee was doing.

Anyways, I think Viz was translated by some Eager SS shipper I guess, which lead them to commit such funny blunder.... And those poor horny SS peeps still believe to this day that Sasuke winked at Sakura. 

Well, it’s not surprising for us, SNS shippers, about this winking blinking shit because we never believed them. But there was always this ambiguousness surrounding that panel, whether he really winked or not because of the word bubble overlapping Sasuke’s left eyes. 

Now we know... Officially, According to Kishimoto’s own Handiwork, that Sasuke never ‘Winked’...

Moving on....

SASUKE’S LEG ‘SHAKING’ AFTER HEARING SAKURA’S PROPOSAL

There is another Panel which SS blokes always bring into our faces and claim that Sasuke was acting ‘Tsundere’ even in the Chapter 693. Like Sasuke was completely shaken on hearing ‘Sakura’s Proposal’ and that’s why his Legs Trembled because Sasuke could not believe Sakura had such feelings towards him after everything he did to her.... 

(Sighing Heavily).... Man!!! That Quora poster and many other popular Tumblrists were waxing poetry about that panel for 1500 words.... Pfffttt.....

And Once Again, I am going to throw Cold Water on their..... Sorry, Hot water on their dreams. Get Ready!!!!

And that panel is,

This is from Mangastream Translation. Whereas Official Viz translation says just��‘Tat’ in that panel. And since they already made a grave blunder in that ‘Winking’ panel, I don’t want to trust them again. 

Hence, I went back to the Japanese Raws and found something interesting that supports our ship as well .... 

**** Insert Maniacal Laughter *****

The SFX mentioned in this panel is 

ピタ..

Like always, I suddenly got a flash of thought.... 

“Wait a second, I have seen something like this somewhere else”.... 

And where have I seen this??? 

Lo and Behold.....

Yes, That’s right!!! I found that SFX in VoTE1 battle.... The panel where Naruto was screaming, “Are you running away from me?”

The bottom right panel has the SFX 

ピタッ - pita~t

I know, there is an extra word added to the VoTE SFX as compared to the Sakura’s confession panel

ピタ - pita

But believe me both are sounded similarly or else Check the pronunciation from Google Translate. The extra word just enhances the sound effect and both carries the same meaning!!! 

Yes, the SFX in the upper column didn’t have any explanation. But I got panels from other Mangas which basically conveys the same thing. 

ピタッ or ピタ - means to ‘Stop’ or ‘Pause’ or ‘Freeze’ when someone calls your name. It never meant ‘Shake’ or ‘Tremble’.... 

In the above panel, from a random Manga, as I outlined... It clearly says ‘Stop’.... Even when you look at the context, that guy on the left panel ‘stopped’ after hearing this boy’s words... 

So, Sasuke’s leg was never ‘Shaken’ or ‘Trembled’ after hearing Sakura’s selfish proposal. Even in the Anime, his leg was never shown to be shaking or something. Sasuke was walking while Sakura was proposing and suddenly stopped, turned back and uttered his trademark words in a mocking tone, ‘You are really Annoying’.... 

If we shove their stupid logic onto their faces, then Sasuke’s leg must be shaking for Naruto’s words as well, Right?? Right???

Similar to Sakura’s panel, Sasuke was ‘Stopping’ himself in VoTE1 to turn back and listen to Naruto’s plea. No Shaky Shaky stuffs....

Anyways, to conclude...

Sasuke neither ‘Winked’ at Sakura nor did his leg got ‘Shaken’ after hearing Sakura’s words!!!! It was all translation error and an added delusion.

Isn’t it laughable, to think that a Shipping Fandom bases their entire argument on a mere Sound Effect rather than the actual emotion shown or words spoken by the character?

It feels even more funny that Kishimoto has never shown any mercy to those peeps even in the SFX department...!!! As far as I’ve noticed, SNS wins hands down in SFX category as well and it’s really interesting.. Well, That will be for another post...

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Feeding The Flames: Wild Ride

Summary- 2.5k Johnny Storm x You. Johnny always had a wild side, needing the rush of speed and adrenaline. You might have a bit of a dangerous streak in you as well. After one of his competitions, he sneaks you back into the Motorsports Arena to give you a hell of a ride. 

This is written for @imanuglywombat​‘s “Is That Even A Sex Position” Weekly Challenge NSFW, 18+ Sexual Content, mentions of anal. Divider made by @firefly-graphics

Masterlist

“You are sure about this Johnny?” You asked as he ducked his head out of the riders changing room, glancing around at the semi darkened arena. His eyes bright with excitement as he took your hand and tugged you along with him. 

“Everyone is gone Y/N, they packed it all up an hour ago.” He assured you as he stepped into the arena, where just a couple hours ago he had raced his course with several other contestants. You had stood then on the sideline cheering your ass off when his score had come across the screen placing him in next week's finals. “Wait right here while I go get my bike.” He pecked an excited kiss to your forehead and you fiddled with your suit he had you put on in the locker room nervously. Johnny twisted on his heels, walking backwards while admiring you, giving a low whistle as he looked you up and down. “I ever tell you how hot you look in that?” 

You arch a disbelieving brow and stuff the helmet on your head that you had carried out under your arm. “Super hot, I think I'm going to wear this on our next date night.” 

“You won't hear no complaints from me if you do.” He quipped back while turning away and racing away to grab his dirt bike. In the quiet of the arena, your eyes roamed over the seats that had been full before, and you started to imagine it full of cheering fans. Even though it made you feel a bit shy, you could see why Johnny loved this so much. Fans screaming and cheering you on after a daring trick, since that was all Johnny ever wanted to do, it would be a rush. Soon the arena was filled with the rev of a motor and the dirt bike spun out from the other end where Johnny had it stored, racing towards you till he spun it in front of you, pausing sideways in front of you. 

“Take you for a ride?” He leaned back enough to leave you room to sit in front of him. You were quick to straddle the vibrating machine between your thighs and wriggled your ass back till you were snug against Johnny's groin, making him rumble in his chest that was pressed against your back. 

The noise of the dirt bike took over as it jerked forward, you two raced towards the towering hills, Johnny was sure to steer next to a small jump, sending you two jumping over it and landing on the other side with  a thump, making you scream excitedly. Johnny pressed further against your back to keep you steady while going over a series of bumps before twisting towards a bigger one. 

Much bigger, your eyes widened at the sight and you braced for impact. Johnny took it gracefully though and when he sent it flying into the air, you screamed this time, adrenaline pumping into your veins and the exhilaration making your heart race against your chest. This time when you two landed with a thump, Johnny pulled it to a stop. You yanked your helmet off and twisted to turn on your seat, facing him while abashedly exclaiming. “Johnny, damn I get it now. WHAT A RUSH.” your hands are sliding up his chest rabidly and your thighs clench against the bike because all that excitement has spiraled through your entire body, including a heated ache in your core. 

It was a rush for him as well, not so much the ride but seeing the way you just exploded from it. Your hair was a bit disheveled from the helmet and your words spilled in a rush like you couldn't get them out enough. Your touch, he could feel the way you grabbed at him to pull him into you, even your hips rocked subtly while your thighs were super tense. He just knew you were wet, aching, wanting, and in this moment he wanted that vital energy you were brimming with as his own. Your eyes snapped to his and your next words were just what he wanted to hear. “Fuck I really need you right now.” It was all he needed, Johnny was fucking hard for you. 

He dug his hands into your ass cheeks and pulled you forward against him on the motorbike, your hands working his helmet off to ditch it in the dirt nearby while grasping his cheeks that were flushed red and sweaty, hair spiked up with helmet hair, and blown pupils from adrenaline. Your heart never was racing so fucking fast or your blood pumping so hard that you could hear the echo in your ears. “Jesus fucking christ Johnny if you don’t fuck me right on this track.” You hissed and grabbed the front of his uniform to yank him into you, lips crashing and teeth biting at each other. 

“Fuck I plan on it.” He snapped right back, his hands working through the zipper at the top part of your suit and yanked it open to palm your tits, nipping at your neck as you breathed out sharply and flung your head back, getting lost in the feeling of Johnny taking over. “Bend you over and fucking destroy that pussy.” He promised and you dragged teeth against your bottom lip with a moan, covering his hands with yours and pressing your own fingers between his to pull at yourself as much as he twisted your nipples, making you whine. 

“Bend me over? Fuck please Johnny.” You squealed out when he licked up your neck to bite back at your lips and yanked his hands away from your breasts. 

“Get off and turn around.” He pushed you back and steadied you with a grasp to your hip as you leveraged yourself off with a swing of your leg and a hold on his shoulders, excited. Twisting around like he had told you, Johnny was right behind you, swinging his legs over the motorbike and caging you in between his thighs, his hands working your body suit off further. The more skin that got exposed, your neck was lashed with his tongue heatedly and down to your shoulders, making you sway at the sensation as your body suit gets pushed down over your hips and down your thighs, reaching behind you to fist your hand in Johnny’s suit at his chest, your step from it, shaking your legs to get rid of it. 

Once you got out of it, Johnny crashed behind you, his palms back to your breasts while sucking his marks into your neck. Push, pull, he kept your captured against his chest, making you wriggle against him, pressing your ass now into his hardness pressing against your cheeks.

“You all wet for me Baby? Cause you have me so fucking hard I could come right in my fucking suit.” 

You smirked, unable to help yourself, you grabbed onto one of his wrist and yanked it down between your thighs, forcing his fingers to rub at your clit while squeezing your thighs together to hold his hand in place. “Am I? Dripping wet and hot Johnny? You tell me.” You moaned while looking over your shoulder at him. 

“Fuck Y/N” He circled harder, faster and kissed you again messily while you panted against his mouth, feeling the coils in your belly start to turn into raging heat. So close, your body was starting to tighten and snap with your coming orgasm, but he ripped his hand away and pushed at your shoulders to snap your forward. 

You yelped in surprise while landing on your palms, bent over just like he said he was gonna. Hands heatedly grasped your cheeks, spreading them while Johnny sucked in air through his teeth at your clenching holes. 

“Fuck, they both look tempting.” His thumb traced around your tight ring and you wriggled your ass. 

“Next time Johnny, I really need you to fuck my pussy right now.” You whined out, and he plunged fingers into your sopping heat to feel you clench harshly around him. 

“Next time? You gonna let me fuck that tight hole?” He sounded excited as his hand tapped against your ass to make it jiggle. 

“Sometime, maybe, we will talk about it. But come on Johnny.” You pushed back into him impatiently and he leaned over while working his suit open to drop it enough to release his cock. As soon as he pulled himself out, you felt his heavy throbbing cock rut between your ass cheeks while he spread his thighs a little more. 

“Lift your foot Y/N.” He steadied your hips and you stretched a leg up, hooking your ankle over the dirt bikes's seat, and he tilted your hips enough to lift your other, his cock pressing between slick folds. Your head dropped a bit as your arms wavered. 

“Don't you dare drop me Storm.” You puffed out and his grasp tightened on your hips while he pushed into you, stretching around his cock which at this angle made you feel stuffed to the brim. 

“You really think I would drop you Baby? I've never dropped you before.” He gave a dirty grind that rubbed his groin into your plumped ass he was holding up as well as his cock splitting you open with every thrust he gave while pumping you back on him. 

You wanted to respond with that one time he did drop you, but his cock rubbed against your velvet walls, squelching noise around him. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as his cocks head pressed against this one spot. 

This one glorious spot that rippled up your spine and tingled through your head till your jaw went slack and you made the most needy noises. “Again Johnny, harder.” 

It was a whole different pleasure, why you so loved doing doggy style with Johnny. The slap of his hips against your ass would jerk you forward, the way Johnny would lose control and whip you back and forth, his grunts mixing with the sharp yelps you gave. “So fucking tight like this, that pussy is just pulling me in.” He grunted above you and you nodded vigorously, trying to keep your arms locked to keep you up. Your tits bounced with every slam he gave you and your muscles just kept spasming. 

“Joh-Johnny, fuck fuck fuck, yes, fuck yes. I'm going to cum.” You squealed and sagged forward a bit till he yanked you back harshly, your toes curled and legs quivered with the coming orgasm, rattling the motorcycle you were using as leverage. “I need it, I need to cum.” 

Johnny flexed his fingers harshly, his shoulders and biceps straining with holding onto you and swinging you back and forth to slap himself into you, he was close to, his balls drawing to tighten while his cock twitched in your greedy pussy. That greedy pussy that he was gonna just gonna fill with his seed, leave it drizzling down your thigh, the thought made him feral. 

As well as sending that white hot heat licking his skin, sweat drizzling down the sides of his temple as he snapped his palm against your ass, roaring out. “Cum for baby, drench my cock cause I'm stuffing you so full.” 

It was enough to make you lose that bit of control you had while he turned sloppy, hips jerking and grinding in behind you, you tilted your head to bite in your upper arm squealing while he fucked you vigorously, his arm loping around your lower stomach and fingers rubbing your clit to make you squirt around him, sobbing into your straining arms while he pumped his seed deep into you and then turned shallow, dragging his swollen cock through your sopping heat that kept clenching to hold him in. But his cock jerked out, cum sweeping through your entrance to flood through your folds and drizzle down your thighs thickly as he continued to shoot cum over your ass. “Fucking Hell.” He growled out as his hand pumped himself, thick ropes drizzling all over you. 

You were panting, about to lose your position when he loomed over you, wrapping his arms around you and groaning in your ear. “Drop your feet, I got you baby.” With relief you did and he tightened his hold to pull you back to a stand, he fell bare ass against the bike's seat and you sagged into his laps, head falling back to his shoulder as you felt the blood rushing in your temples at the sudden change of position. Air burned in your lungs as you took gasping breaths. You could feel Johnny huffing against your neck, his chest pressing against your back just as rapidly as your own chest was moving. His hold slightly loosened to rub his palms up your stomach back to massaging your breasts, making you chuckle at the lazy way he palmed you. 

You let your own slide up his thighs pressed underneath you, giggling once you caught your breath. Johnny lifted his head to look at you with a curious look and you moved to a stand and reach down to pull your suit up, glancing around the arena. “I cant believe I let you flip me upside down and fuck me senseless in the middle of this place. Anyone could have walked in.” You shake your head a bit and Johnny grins now that he knew what was on your mind, tucking his cock away and pulling you in against him. 

“I just came here to ride, if we’re getting caught it's because of you Baby.” 

You rolled your eyes at him and a shake of your head made you scoff as you pressed your lips to his, letting your arms fall around his shoulders so you could playfully tease the back of his neck, nipping at his full bottom lip, so pink and tempting all the time. “Don't you DARE blame it on me Storm. You were just as hot for it as I was.” 

“You got me there.” He winked and let his hands roam to cup your ass, pulling you in to grind against him. “I am never gonna get enough of loving on your sweet body and making you cry my name.” 

You hummed happily and pulled away from him, wriggling your brows. “Can we do the jump now?” 

Johnny swung up and straddled the dirt bike, scooching back so you could climb on in front of him after grabbing the helmets you both ditched earlier and stuffed yours on your head and he took his own to do the same as well. His arms were protective as they circled around you and thighs capturing your to press them tight against the side of the machine. “Hold on Baby.” 

A twist of his wrist revved the dirt bike and then he spun it around, shooting a trail of arena dirt behind him as he sped it up, flying you both towards one of the first jumps on the track, his chest pressing into your back, making you both lean forward while the dirt bike started to make its climb. 

Your adrenaline spiked just as you two crested the top of the hill and tires spinning as it lifted away from the ground.

[britcision]

Okay we’re gonna roll back the clock real quick for how this band misunderstanding occurs because I am Having A Vision

Starfire causes a karaoke night after a particularly rough mission

Jason secretly has a fucking killer voice that only Alfred knows about because yes he does play himself theme music inside that hood and sing along under his breath while beating guys to shit

Jason (or Roy) shows Danny the karaoke video as a joke one day and Danny goes “oh cool is that with your bandmates?” Because he’s overheard about the Outlaws a couple times when Jason’s hurriedly asked him to empty his fridge cuz he’s got an emergency mission

(Danny loves emptying Jason’s fridge Jason has Actual Real Food and Good Leftovers this is totally worth being key buddies

Danny also hears Jason singing in the shower and calling missions a “gig” precisely once and came to his own conclusions)

Jason, startled, asks what Danny means “his band” and Danny just gives him a knowing look

It’s cool if Jason doesn’t want everyone to know but they’re key buddies, Danny will keep his secrets, and it’s actually a great excuse for Jason’s weird hours so Jason buys in

And Danny? Well, Danny doesn’t sing, but Ember did teach him guitar

Jason mentions to Roy that his neighbour thinks they’re a band just to chat, as ya do

Roy was raised by Oliver Queen, he’s had a good fucking time on a drum kit before

Starfire has a full on alien instrument because it’d be double cool for a punk band to literally have an instrument not of this earth, and is actually frighteningly good at full on death metal screaming

(This is ABSOLUTELY used to prank all the former Teen Titans you know it is the second the boys find out)

Roy, accordingly, makes them play Rockband after their mission, Starfire loves it even if the “guitars” aren’t as good as her own instrument, Jason appreciates the bit

And it gives him a chance to shoot a lil video of “the band” for Neighbour Danny

Danny then starts begging to go to a gig

Jason, luckily, has the excuse that the Outlaws are very rarely working in Gotham. Sorry Danny, would love for you to come, but Kori and Roy both live across country and fly Jason out to them for gigs. Big sorry

Danny insists he could come and roadie, and manages to meet Roy when he comes to get Jason for one day

(Headcanon that Roy hunts Jason for sport when neither of them have anything better to do, I’ll explain later)

Danny begs to see the band play, or at least one of their own original pieces on recording

Roy, loving Jason’s discomfort, promises to try and dig something up

Jason’s a fucking nerd you KNOW he has written some of his own songs and you KNOW he has a hard time refusing Kori when she asks him sweetly to show her

There is ONE video in the world of Robin!Jason singing a song he wrote

Jason very nearly murders Roy

Danny gets the video

Roy asks Danny if he wants to join the band for karaoke when they bring Jason back, cuz he knows a crush when he sees it and likes bullying Jason

Danny… Danny doesn’t sing well but he does sing with enthusiasm and that’s almost as good! And promises he’s better on bass

Kori exclaims delightedly that they do not have a bassist

Danny begins planning to join the band and even makes an audition tape

This is now completely fucked as a cover and actively threatening Jason’s secret identity, especially when an innocent “hey did you call yourselves Outlaws like the movie or like the vigilante group?” Happens

Roy and Kori have no fucks to give they like Danny and they’re all pretty sure he’s a retired vigi after his comments

Danny asks if he can join the band if he gets them a gig

Jason, sure he will fail, caves

Danny gets them a gig with Ember

Jason is forced to dig out ALL his old songs and filter through those and the new ones to make a full original setlist, and chords for his three bandmates, within a month

Roy, Kori, and Jason practice rabidly because if the choice is “admit the lie” or “commit to the bit” we know what happens

Danny’s first practice with the band is ALSO the band’s first practice as a band, but luckily they all know each other real fucking well

Ember also gave them a couple months to get good before the gig to fold Danny in, SHE knows on sight they’re a very fresh group but she ain’t saying shit she sees the Tension™️

The three original Outlaws are now deathlocked in intense Bit Commitment Chicken waiting to see who blinks first

(Kori is actually for real entirely unconcerned she’s having a great time)

(Roy and Jason are too stubborn to quit)

The gig actually goes super fucking well, it’s a whole thrill, no one tells Jason or Roy that all of Young Justice have acquired tickets

Danny is ecstatic he’s in the band, Jason is 1000% fucked when the next mission comes in, Roy is just happy he’s gonna win by default when Jason has to find a new excuse

Shenanigans ensue, maybe a triumphant night on the town and DANNY saves the group from a rogue attack

Danny joins Both sides of the Outlaws

Two years later someone casually mentions that Kori is an alien and Danny Loses His Shit

DP x DC Phantom Punk: We are the Outlaws

Back on my punk Danny AU

So punk is pretty anti-authoritarian, loud, fast, and contains a lot of anger, anger at how the world is. It can also be very compassionate to the downtrodden an those the system fails

You know who else has a lot of anger and compassion?

Jason Todd

Jason Todd, the second Robin, the Red Hood. The man was born to be punk.

Danny just works as a punk. His villains range from the government to a Billionaire to a ghost cop. It makes more sense than not for his experiences to have turned him in that direction, and let's face it one Sam Mason would have helped, even if punk and goth are different

So we have one dead punk boy living in a shitty apartment in Gotham, and we have another dead punk boy moving into a shitty apartment in Gotham

They're neighbors(I'd say roommates for the meme but Jay needs the added privacy)

So now we have two punks with messed up sleep schedules living next door to each other. They clearly vibe, they hang out, go to each other's apartments and Jason practically force feeds Danny a healthy meal that has enough preservatives in it to give Ra's a run for his money

Then Jason got careless

Jason, after accidentally mentioning the outlaws multiple times during a phone call, now has to deal with the fact that Danny thinks it's the band he's in. It's fine, all he has to do is play it cool, roll with it and it'll be no big deal

being unable to shut his mouth, he actually digs himself deeper. Now, Danny doesn't just want to see them play, he wants to join, and Jason has made the mistake of saying he needs to ask the band first, only to call Roy who is a little shit and goes "Yeah he can join our band."

Cut to Jason, Starfire, and a sheepish Roy scrambling to actually be a punk band as they get sucked further and further into committing to the bit

or

Fake Band au, like a fake dating au but with more people and instruments and probably ends in polyamory

[purlturtle]

I got tagged by @aflawedfashion - thank you!

Anyone who wants to do this too can feel tagged - I would love to learn more about any of my mutuals!

Here we go:

Four ships:

Bering and Wells - my forever OTP. Look, I am not a fandom-socialized person. I didn't know about ships and OTPs and all of that. All I know is that I saw them together and I loved them. Instantly and unconditionally. I loved them in a way I'd never felt about any pairing on screen or page before, or since. So when I go on in this list, the distance between them and the next entry is basically astronomical.

Kathryn Janeway and Beverly Crusher, and it's all @ussjellyfish 's fault (affectionate).

Jadzia Dax and Lenara Kahn. "Rejoined" broke my heart, and I want them together. Rabidly want them together.

Jadzia Dax and Kira Nerys. They were a surprise ship, but I'm glad I found them! I even wrote a little fic for them!

(edited to add: bad reading comprehension here, whoops! Anywho, have this fifth of four anyway:) Deanna Troi and Will Riker. Long before I knew what shipping was, I adored their story, both in the show and in the novels ("Imzadi" is so good, in so many ways). They are my go-to het ship; I'm 💯 sure they're open to all kinds of polyamory and fun sexytimes and shenanigans with all consenting interested parties, and they just support and love each other in the best, maturest way possible. They're also my go-to for "we weren't right for each other then, but we're right for each other now", which is a criminally underused trope! (See also Pete and Amanda from W13.)

First ever ship: as explained above, Bering and Wells or Troi/Riker, depending on your definition.

Last song: listen. I'm incredibly, impossibly impressionable. You even just so much as mention a song that I know, and hey presto, it's in my ears. Earlier this morning it was the Cat Bus Song from Totoro. Right now, due to a post on my dash, it's Carol of the Bells. In five minutes' time, it might be anything.

Last film: watched The Eternals on Friday. Was thoroughly unimpressed. A few good ideas, and some good acting (and I love love love that we got a female Asian lead), but yeah nah, that didn't hit the spot for me. Can't wait to see the new Death on the Nile though!

Currently reading: novels? I can't. Like, seriously, I'm burned out for reading stories that don't have characters that I know. So at the moment, fan fic. Since the last two years, really. Like, I got Priory of the Orange Tree lying right there, but I can't. I finished Gideon the Ninth and hated it. (I know many people love it and that's fine with me, but I. Just. Couldn't.) So, I'm making my way through the Sanvers Big Bang fics, and through other fics I'm randomly finding, and that's it. Loved Roadie's Mermaid fic.

Currently watching: I'm slowly making my way through Xena. Never really watched it in any consecutive or deliberate fashion, and am doing so now. I'm at the beginning of season 2.

Currently consuming: uh... like in food? Delivery Kung Pao (my beloved). We live in the 'burbs, and it's damn hard to find good delivery food here, but there's one place that has both good sushi and good other Asian dishes. They're one town over, though, so you need to order a lot with them to make the minimum amount they drive out for. So my wife and I often order sushi for that night, and then a non-sushi meal to eat the next day. And 9 times out of 10, it's kung pao for me and fried rice for the wife. And so when my wife was out (friend's b-day party) on Friday, I got that exact delivery for myself (including her fried rice for Saturday). And I still got some kung pao left! So that's what I'll have once I'm done with this post! 😁

Currently craving: well. Guess. 😂

So, I said anyone can feel free to do this - that's also because I'm always nerve that when I do mention someone specifically here, other mutuals will feel left out. But I'm really curious about what @magicmumu2 would say to these questions, and @strangesmallbard, and @galactic-pirates . So if you guys wanna do this, go ahead, if not, no worries!

[bastardtetsu]

wowowow. over 200 of y’all ??? insane. i know i don’t put out content all that consistently but thank you all for following my dumb lil thirst blog ! wild to think that less than a year ago i was embarrassed to admit that i even had a weeb phase in middle school, only to end up back on my bullshit in full swing as an adult writing reader insert fanfic on tumblr dot com,,, the validation i am feeling is unparalleled. so thank you ♡

i wanted to do something fun for this milestone, so i’m having a nice lil barbeque ! come get fed, grab something to drink, or just vibe w me :) all are welcome !

status: closed

○ THE FOOD ○

drabble requests : come get ur food fuckers !!! with permission i am taking a page out of my darling elle @/karasimpno’s book and asking u to send me:

a character 

a body part

a time of day

whether you want it mild (sfw) medium (suggestive) or spicy (explicit)

your preference of f!reader or gn!reader, if any

& i’ll write you a lil sumn sumn (~200-700 words probably) also i’ve updated my guidelines with specifics on who i write for/lewd, so be sure to take a look at that before you request !

anons are welcome, but if ur off anon you must be over 18 & indicate somewhere on your blog to request anything besides sfw

>> drabble mlist here <<

○ BEVERAGES ○

FMK : send me 3 characters & i’ll tell you which of them i’d fuck, marry, + kiss and include one or two hc’s for what i think that might be like ;) (you can include characters not on my ‘who i write for’ list, that’s only for drabbles!)

doodles : send me a character (or whatever u want idk) and i’ll draw a shitty lil doodle :) once again it will not be good :)

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ok moot time under da cut >:)

@karasimpno literally where would i be without u. thank you for diving into this pit of degeneracy with me and supporting & gassing me every step of the way, i can’t think of anyone else from my irls who i could go on this journey with and just make me feel so VALIDATED in all my insanity !!! i am so endlessly grateful for you ❤️❤️❤️ ilysm MWAH xoxoxo

@strawberryakaashi cait pls ur one of the funniest bitches on here not to mention a fantastic writer, so thankful we both joined the whorehouse around the same time bc having another newbie around to interact with made me way less nervous hehe :shypiss: thanks 4 being my sexiest beta & bestie 💞💘💖💗

@cultsumu nina nina nina i am SO happy i discovered your blog & started chatting with u, i’m obsessed with ur brain and talking with you is so great aaaaaa <3 we truly just clicked right away, i think we must be sexy aliens from the same planet or smth 👽💫🪐💕

@heauxzenji my angel daisy 💕💝💫 literally i was starstruck when u first followed me back, i love you so much ur always keeping us fed with ur writing, nsfw alphabets, p word hours, astro knowledge, suga content, all of it. AND ur the sweetest person in the whole world ?? bye get over here n smooch me 😩

@honeybunny-sawamura JADEEEE the sweetest ever, you are truly one of the nicest / most positive presences on my dash and i am so grateful for your support and friendship !!! all the hugs and kisses for u lovely 😇💓💘💖

@sugardaddykenma linnnnn truly The blog that made me officially return to tumblr & start this sideblog 😳 ur a sexy evil genius madam and i am in LOVE with u. yet another who i was starstruck to get a follow back from, ur brain is huge ur funny asf and ur the loml 🙏💗💞

@tsumurai OKAY FIRST OF ALL HOW WAS I NOT FOLLOWING U SOONER i really thought i had before i’m so sorry djhfdsj,,,, but darling your comments and tags on elle & i’s ficmas fics were truly keeping the two of us going, your support & enthusiasm is so encouraging and genuinely means the world 😻🥰❣️ also we gotta discuss the fact that i, too, am rabidly in love with rin matsuoka and have been for years plssss 😭😭

@stonersugawara​​ @miyangel​ @daishou-s​ (+ @strawberryakaashi @heauxzenji & @sugardaddykenma again) hi whores 😏💛 i love kicking it in the server with u all, & all of you are such talented writers and i feel honored to be amongst such icons :hheeee:

@ceo-of-daichi @chaotickatts @kagsbitch @aiiishiiiteru @tetsurolls @saetyrn9​ @velvesagi​ we’ve only interacted a lil bit (either bc i am shy or bc we became moots 2 seconds ago, or both) but either way I AM SUCH A BIG FAN OF YOU ALL & i am formally giving u an open invitation to hop in my inbox, DMs, or discord whenever u want 🥺💘💗💕

@daichis-kitty @keibby  @scorpiosanssexy @bobawithpomegranate @kmorgzz @waitforitillwritemywayout @rintaroutea​ we may not interact as much / at all bc i’m shy & we haven’t gotten to know each other yet 👉👈but know that i love you sm and you also have an open invitation to hmu wherever whenever xoxo

[dangermousie]

One sequence summing up the drama and why it’s fiction because no real dude would be like Sifeng.

Why yes, yes you were and you should feel bad!

OK, my kindergarten reactions aside, I think while I was fine with past nine incarnations stuff because it was past lives and I was fine with other stuff she did earlier for a variety of reasons, ep 47 and her stabbing him and snarling at his face (and she’d have killed him if WZQ didn’t remove him) basically broke something in me in terms of shipping because I went from rabidly shipping them to hoping to God they never cross paths again. Like - go live long peaceful lives very far from each other. Because (and yes, I realize it’s a fantasy romance with demons and gods who turn into animals and all sorts of other things), it’s a relationship where the power differential (and I don’t mean battle power, I mean in terms of emotional investment and dependency and sacrifice) is much too unequal. I don’t think Xuanji is worthy of that insane level of devotion (to be fair, pretty much nobody is), nor do I think it’s healthy or even sane for Sifeng to be this fixated on her to the detriment of...I can’t even say self-preservation because it goes beyond that. It was fine when they were cute things and he was teaching her human emotions and she hurt him unwittingly because she didn’t get love, it was awesome when they were a couple in love fighting to protect the other, it was delicious when they were attracted and angsting seemingly on opposite sides, but as I said, I think she crossed a line for me in 47 I can’t get over it (and pls don’t come and tell me it’s not rational - I don’t care - it’s an emotional reaction and it is what it is.) Will I get over it later? Maybe. I wanted to gut Ye Hua in 3L3W10MoPB after the eyes thing and ended up loving him again.* But for now - just pls stay away from each other, people!

* My concern is that this drama won’t do the one thing that I need to be OK with her - which is make her suffer and I don’t mean in the “I feel bad I hurt Sifeng woe” kind of way but real proper suffering. Sifeng did a number of questionable things (the man withholds information like a Cold War era spy) but he got so punished beyond any measure that I can’t even hold a grudge. Ye Hua I mentioned above likewise - that man suffered and suffered and suffered. And I am spoiled enough for this drama to know Xuanji won’t be in that place.

[thepeakyfckingblinders]

Of Forbidden Kisses And Wrenching Promises || Ada Shelby x fem!reader

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Anon requested: “hey, could I request prompt 20 for Ada please? your writing is amazing btw! ”  (Thank you love ♡)

Summary:  n.20 from my prompt list: “As long as I am alive” Warnings: swearing, mentions of family abuse, references to homophobic harassment, maybe angst

Author’s notes:

I just reached 357 followers, yay! Thank you so much babes ♡

Behind each one of these works there are sleepless nights and something really close to multiple mental breakdowns, so, please, take a minute to send me a message about it, I need actual feedbacks to understand how to improve my skills and grow ♡

PLEASE, IF YOU’RE A VICTIM OF ANY SORT OF ABUSE, SEEK FOR HELP, YOU DON’T HAVE TO GO THROUGH THIS ALONE.

I’m sorry for being this late, but I’ve been really busy in the past days and writing is never just easy, it demands concentration and effort, plus I don’t want you to be disappointed, so I’m always extra accurate while working. I hope this is worth the wait!

I assumed this was a request for an Ada x female reader, if I misunderstood your message, I’m so so so sorry, contact me and I’ll do my best to make your wishes come true!

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I’m Italian, English isn’t my first language, so I apologize for every possible mistake I made. Also, please, help me improve my writing by telling me if there’s something wrong

ENJOY!

When the first reticent knock hit the rugged surface of her door, Ada was still pacefully immersed in a deep slumber. She dreamt of an exquisite white dress  made of voile and organza, soft and floaty in the late March bitter air, the nectarous parfume of uncountable orange blossoms garnishing the marble altar, a small church crowded with her loved ones, slightly anxious due to the endless wait. Actually, more than once, her subconscious had previously set up similar romantic scenarios thanks to her evergreen imagination. Truth was that, buried in her heart, laid a burning desire for that special day to come soon, only God knew how much she wanted to walk down the aisle on the arm of her beloved eldest brother, always keeping her fond eyes locked with her lover’s ones; and, no matter how fully aware she was that her fantasies never would have come true, at least nobody could deprive her of those tender imaginary moments.

But then, just as the opening notes of the wedding march resounded in the bright nave, a series of new blows, this time much heavier and more insistent, rabidly stole her from her sweet dreams, making her eyelids flinch with dismay. Barely a minute passed, as her drowsy brain struggled to retrieve enough lucidity, yet again a pair of apparently restless fists caught her attention. ”Someone better be dying, it’s fucking 3 a.m.!” With that angry groan, followed by a few abrupt movements, she rolled out of bed without even wearing her woolen housecoat, and, careless of the cold, she hastily reached for the door, ready to shout in Tommy’s cocky face all of her annoyance for that rude disruption of her serene sleep. Still, when she peeped into the corridor, Thomas was not there, and her breathe cracked as she found herself unexpectedly contemplating a horryfying sight, to say the least.

Your trembling figure was standing right in front of her, pure painc contaminating your martyred face, while your y/e/c eyes, as dire as stravation, disturbingly stared at Ada with blind terror swimming in them. The shock was overwhelming, to the point that one of her hands instinctively went to cover her open mouth, partially muffling her shaking voice which came out in an almost unaudible sigh. “Oh my God, y/n, what have they done to you?” She carefully led you inside the room before closing the door behind your shoulders, so many questions were torturing her mind as her fingers gently started to trace the limbs of the multiple bruises deturping your angelic features. Your swollen eyes were cordoned by several black and blue marks, greenish welts covered your cheekbones, multiple bad cuts defaced your brow, the bridge of your nose, your wonderful lips; for an endless moment, her heartbeat stopped, and a violent feeling of nausea forcefully climbed her throat, when the mere thought of the rest of your poor body ran through her groggy head. “M-my father… he saw us, I-I don’t know how… I don’t kn-now… He found out, he’s…” Your chest raised and lowered at an unbearable rate, clearly showing the destructive effects of a recent trauma on your frail self, you didn’t even seem able to formulate proper sentences, since they sporadically spilled out of your mouth in fleeble sobs, so you decided to pause that unquiet rambling for a brief moment, tightly shutting your eyes closed and desperately pressing your wet cheek against Ada’s left palm, despite the sharp pain, because you irremediably needed to feel her close in order to regain strength. However, by the time your blurry gaze returned on her, you saw large tears stream on her porcelain face too. A dull ache radiated through your sternum due to that excruciating view, and you forced yourself to hold back your crying, somehow managing to appear calmer; the two of you had to deal with that cruel reality, there was no way you could avoid it, moreover you were quickly running out of time as the clock kept dangerously ticking.  “He’s sending me to an institute in French, Ada. A-a ship is leaving in a couple hours and-” Before you could pronounce your next word, she impetuosly got away from your half embrace, prey of her own rage and consternation, aghast to hear that terrible news. “No! He can’t do that, fucking hell, no!”  Those hysteric shrieks erupted from her stinging craw while her hands ended up between her short curly hair in a gesture of silent vexation, her feet eluded the control of her mind, frenetically starting to drag her from one side of the bedroom to another, as if those irrational movements could help her figure out a solution. “We can’t let him-… w-we have to do something, there must be something we can do!”

Her agonizing loud cries tore your ears and soul apart, actual weeps were now leaving her pale lips, in part illuminated by the silver light of the moon radiating through the windows, then her bluish irises pierced yours, expressing all of her destructive sorrow and having a massive knot form in your throat, mercilessly obstaculating your already irregular ventilation. Carefully, you approached her, stretching out your arms in her direction, until your palms enfolded her gelid face; your thumbs began to warmly rub her skin, whiping some tears here and there, with such a care conceivable only thanks to the deepest love.

“Ada, my love, listen to me. I have to go, for our sake” your forehead slowly joined to hers, while you whispered those words to convince yourself as well that that was the right choice to make “my father… he-e threatened to report us to the police. And look at me, look what he’s done to me, he w-will kill us both, if I don’t leave today” Suddenly her fingers entangled yours, still laid on her soft cheeks, and you watched a spark of hope grow in her dilated pupils. “We can run away, Tommy will help us find a place, we can-” You slightly nodded your head no, painfully biting your lips because of your fervent frustration. You knew she was not thinking straight, your family had been in business with the Peaky Blinders for three years now, your father was a dangerous man, any sort of interference with that awful situation would’ve certainly disrupted the delicate balance between the two clans.

“Thomas can’t help us, he will always find me. I had to sneak out of the window to see you tonight, walking in the shadow like a filthy thief. Pol helped me, but God knows what will happen, if he finds out. I have to leave.” You brought your mouth to cover hers, temporarily dampening her desperate wailings, holding her body close, in attempt to make her perceive all of your affection, deliberately ignoring the soreness of your injuried ribs. For those few minutes all of your affliction disappeared, you passionately kissed your lover till you literally run out of breathe, but again, you didn’t care, and you just went on; until Polly entered the room with death floating in her dark irises. “Y/n, we need to go now, there is no much time left, darling" Her aunt’s subdued tone was evidently borne by melancholy, she looked at your entangled figures with the ken of a woman who had experienced the sour taste of separation, it felt like having your heart ripped out of your chest, she had felt so many kinds of pain, but none of them was nearly comparable to that tremendous grief. With a last peck on your lips, Ada took your hands and placed them at the height of her beating heart. “I’ll look for you, for as long as I am alive. And I’ll find you, no matter how long it takes, I will bring you back home, y/n, I promise.”

tag list: @namelesslosers; @shadow-of-wonder; @spidey-pal

[multi-muse-mayhem]

Don’t get sucked in

So I came back, wanted to start rping again, and then promptly began writing obsessively all day every day for about two weeks.  Would have been nice if I’d written on the novel I’m actually supposed to be working on, but no.  I started madly writing a fanfic for the Merry Gentry universe.  Rant with spoilers if you haven’t read A Shiver of Light.  You might want to skip it.  I wish I had.

Why did I start writing madly (in just about every sense of the word)?

Because I finished reading A Shiver of Light (which I only recently discovered was out and have been patiently waiting for for about EIGHT YEARS at this point).  Not only did almost nothing interesting happen for 90% of the book, at the very end she just flat kills off Sholto.

I exaggerate not dear reader.  I was so infuriated by this level of plot shock on top of Sholto and Merry repeatedly telling each other both in private and public they are not in love (WHY THE FUCKING HELL NOT?!?!).  I was so infuriated, I became physically nauseous and started having palpitations.  I sat on the floor in the bathroom for about twenty minutes before I trusted myself not to puke.  It really felt like I might.  It ended up, I only dry heaved a few times. 

I was that angry.

Why was I more enraged than I have ever been over a book?  Well, firstly because I’m a book nut who gets really into reading (if the book is good).  Secondly, I connected with Sholto on an emotional level more so than with any other character including Merry herself.  I won’t go super in depth into why, but suffice it to say I had a lot of body image issues growing up, and Sholto with his nightflyer father’s squiggly nest of tentacles personified that body shaming so many of us have been scarred by.

Thirdly, I was infuriated by the atrocious pacing and lack of general story progress.  SO much time was spent on Merry ooing and ahing over her triplets, freaking out over whether they will get hurt or hurt others (cause crazy be in the family hard core), and going on and on and on about how her body changed during and after the pregnancy.  These things would have been fine, except they seemed to make up 70% of the book.  Merry only physically leaves the house twice in the novel.  Once in the beginning for a dr appointment during which her water breaks, and once in the end to see Sholto (when he gets shot and killed). 

You could argue she leaves four other times: twice to visit soldiers in need of Goddess’ blessing and twice for dream sequences where Taranis invades her mind.  That feels like reaching to me though.  The fir dearg (however the hell it’s spelled, I’m not wasting my time to look it up right now) are mentioned, but none actually appear in the book.  I was severely disappointed but this persistence in a loose thread of story line that started...three books ago?  I think.  Again, not going to waste my time checking, cause this is a rant.  There are rumblings about a potential shift in power among the Goblins, but NONE of the mentioned goblins (Holly, Ash, King Kurag) makes an appearance.  They’re just mentioned. 

I think, almost worse than her Killing off Sholto was how slap dash the last two chapters were where Merry briefly interrogates the Seelie refugee whose fingerprints were on the rifle.  We don’t get to hear who else exactly was involved, other than Taranis, and I’m not entirely sure anyone else was involved, because basically all Hamilton writes is a summary at this point.  A summary that amounts to, “He told us everything.  He didn’t try to bargain for his life.  Just his wife’s.”  And then, we don’t even get to see the bastard executed!  No wonderful description of the Sluagh avenging their very beloved King.  Not even a hint of if he died horribly or quickly, though I suspect the former cause this is sluagh we’re talking about.  And in the very end, Aisling returns to the Seelie court (cause the king has been dethroned and exiles have an option of returning if they wish) and is reported to be recognized as the new King.  I say “reported” because for some fucking reason Hamilton can���t be bothered to actually have someone go with him even though Merry is no longer pregnant, has plenty of guards, mutilated Taranis (so her enemies are now quite fearful of her), and could go with him. 

I sat through about 300 pages of a new mother worrying about the same damn things over and over for about 70 pages of story.  The two chapters where Merry is summoned in spirit to help soldiers were powerful and wonderful things.  Powerful!  I cried at the first and nearly cried at the second.  I loved every moment of those scenes! 

The rest was like reading someone’s personal journal where they just worried incessantly about the same handful of issues.  And then, she (Hamilton) SHOT SHOLTO!  No foreshadowing really.  No warning.  Just BANG!  Oh, he’s dead.  No, he’s really really dead.  Totally dead.  Shot through the heart by a high powered sniper rifle dead.  Why?  FUCK IF I KNOW!  She could have gotten a lot more drama out of him being critically injured through the end of the book, and still done everything else she dead, and instead of deciding not to buy her next book (unless someone posts spoilers that Sholto gets brought back, maybe by sacrificing Taranis and Andais.  I’d be cool with that), I would be eagerly awaiting the next novel.  Instead, I’m dreading it.

I feel like someone else wrote most of that book, and Hamilton just wrote the scenes with the soldiers.  At least the fan part of my brain feels like that...

sigh

The up side of all of this is, I rabidly began writing a fanfiction to correct this utter travesty of an event.  In the course of about two weeks I have written over 100 pages and almost 100,000 words.  Would have been nice if it could have been on the novel I’m supposed to be finishing, but hey, I’m not under a deadline, so I can take a break.  I am very proud of the quantity of words I’ve put out, but as I read back over what I’ve written, I’m also pleasantly surprised by the quality.  My scenes are intense.  The pacing is almost exhausting (my poor MC scarcely gets a moment to rest).  She’s not the perfect candidate to restore Faerie like Merry was, but she’s doing the best she can and making progress as well as mistakes that bite her in the ass.

Eventually, I want to reshape this fanfiction into a novel in its own right and offer it up to the hungry mass of Hamilton’s fan base and former fan base who loved the drama, action, mystery, and just the right sprinkle of sex in the early novels.  A delicious combination of elements that is sorely missing in the latest book of the series.  I have so many books I want to write though...

If I ever get the hang of finishing a novel, I’m going to be damn near as prolific as Piers Anthony.  I think I might have to give up gaming to do it though, at least solo gaming, and possibly rping as well.  The latter isn’t much of a loss since I don’t really have anyone to rp with anymore.