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restlessfandoming · 4 years ago

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“family holiday” (pt. 1) (chilumi fic)

[SPOILERS FROM 1.1 STORY QUESTS]

Lumine finally arrives in Snezhnaya and takes Childe’s offer of visiting his home (mansion).

(some domestic fluff uwu)

lots of ppl have been asking for more and i love that! tysm for the encouragement and support <3 sorry this took so long to upload, i am trying very hard for all you lovelies ;__;

also this is being split into two parts bc it is a bit longer than my other fics...but i swear im writing part 2 as fast as i can!! i just wanted to post this now so i wouldn’t keep you lovelies waiting <3

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“family holiday” (pt 1)

“Lumineeeeee!” Teucer shouted as she walked through the door of Childe’s home. He tackled her into a hug.

“Well hello to you too, Teucer,” Lumine greeted back. Just as energetic as I remembered…

“Hey! Paimon’s here too!” Paimon crossed her arms.

Teucer broke his hug and waved energetically at Paimon. “Hi, Lumine’s toy!”

Paimon’s jaw dropped, ready to go on a rant, but Teucer already turned his attention away.

“Big brother!” he cheered, tackling Childe into a hug as well.

“Teucer!” Childe said enthusiastically, picking him up and slinging the little boy over his shoulder before swinging him around. Teucer erupted into gleeful giggles.

“Big brother? Is that you?” a soft voice called. Coming down the grand stairs was a little girl who looked exactly like Childe and Teucer, her long brown hair tied in a half-up crown braid, her large blue eyes like innocent doe eyes. She looked about eight. Behind her, another sibling came trudging down the stairs, scowling, his hair appearing more ginger than the rest of the family; his face had a splattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks, more prominent than Teucer’s. He was a bit older, around 11.

Childe set Teucer down, and smiled. “Tonia,” he greeted her, gentler. He got down on one knee, and Tonia ran down the steps—her white dress flowing behind her—and jumped into his open arms.

“It’s been too long!” she said, her voice muffled by Childe’s shoulder.

He laughed. “It certainly has, princess.” He looked to the last sibling still standing by the stairs. “Come on, Anthon. Come here.”

Anthon let out an exasperate huff, but still made his way to his older brother, and joined Tonia in their embrace. “We don’t have to make such a big deal out of this,” he grumbled, though his arms tightening around his brother betrayed his attitude.

“Looks like we’ve been sidelined,” Paimon muttered.

Lumine tilted her head. “It’s kind of nice to see though…”

Anthon’s eyes flickered to her. “Who are you?”

Tonia broke from the hug, ducking under Childe’s arms to look at Lumine, while still gripping tightly to his jacket.

Teucer bounced over to the traveler, and placed his hands proudly on his hips. “Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Lumine!”

Tonia gasped and skipped over to her, her eyes bright. “Lumine?! Like from the letters?” Teucer nodded enthusiastically.

Childe stood and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yup, the one and only. This is her first time in Snezhnaya, so everyone be on your best behavior.” He gave Anthon a look, to which Anthon crossed his arms.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Tonia and Anthon,” Lumine said. “Your brothers have told me a lot about you two.”

Tonia smiled shyly and peered at Lumine’s face. “Woooow,” she whispered in wonderment. “You really are just as pretty as he said!”

Lumine felt a shock to her system. Childe told them I was pretty?

Childe let out a nervous laugh, quickly scooping Tonia off the ground and ruffling her hair. “Very funny, Tonia! Why don’t we decide on dinner plans, hmm?”

Paimon, after grumbling in the corner about being ignored, perked straight up. “Food?”

“Let’s celebrate brother and Lumine coming home! We should go to the bestest restaurant in the city!” Teucer suggested.

“You don’t want to eat brother’s cooking?” Tonia asked, a bit of sadness tinged in her voice.

“I think that’s a great idea, Teucer,” Childe said. He patted Tonia’s head. “How about we eat dinner at the restaurant, then we can come home and I’ll make you your favorite cake?”

“Yay!” Tonia cheered, jumping from Childe’s arms, and joining Teucer in celebration.

“Anthon? What would you like to do?” Childe asked.

He shrugged. “Whatever sounds good to me.”

“Then it’s settled! Let’s all go get ready then, okay?” Childe said. The children all ran up the stairs, and soon the foyer was quiet once more. The Harbinger let out a heavy sigh.

“Whew! They’re a handful!” Paimon said.

Lumine nodded. “How do they even survive while you’re away?”

Childe chuckled. “Year round I have a dedicated staff of servants and maids to look after them and the house.” (Mansion, Lumine thought.) “I gave them the weekend off while I’m back.”

“You can handle all three of them?” Lumine asked.

“Oh? You don’t think I’m capable?”

“I just can’t imagine you as a child raising type,” she said, recalling their various battles together. How bloodthirsty he could get.

“The battlefield is different,” he said, as if reading her thoughts. He glanced at the stairs. “I’ve been raising my siblings since we were little.”

No parents? She thought of her and Aether. On their own for as long as she could remember, having to explore and learn alone. Except she and Aether were twins; she never had to look after a younger sibling—let alone three.

“Ready!” Teucer announced, bouncing down the stairs.

Childe crossed his arms. “Just your hat? Where are your gloves? Coat? Boots?”

Teucer giggled. “Oops! I forgot!” He raced back up the stairs.

“And you?” he asked, turning to Lumine. “You don’t look ready either.”

“I was okay on the journey here,” she answered. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

He shook his head. “It’s almost dark now. Snezhnayan nights are freezing, even more so during this time.”

“Ahh...well...we didn’t really pack...anything…,” Paimon said sheepishly.

“Paimon I expected, but you, Lumine?”

The traveler crossed her arms. “I’ve been a bit busy.”

He scoffed. “Right, right. Well, we can’t have you freezing to death in the street. I’m sure there’s extra coats around here,” he said, heading up the stairs. “Come with me.”

“Oooo, Lumine, they’re probably super expensive and fluffy! Let’s go!” Paimon said, flying after Childe. Lumine rolled her eyes and followed.

The three passed by the children’s rooms, all clothes being thrown around and excited chatter, before coming to a large door at the end of the hall. Childe’s room. He opened the door and they entered.

It was a grand room—octangular in shape with huge windows and a tall ceiling—large, spacious, and empty save for a large bed, standing wardrobe, and side tables. There was a fine film of dusting covering all the surfaces, and the bed looked like it hadn’t been slept in for a long time. The colors were sparse, only grays, whites, blacks, and the occasional red accent.

Childe opened the doors to the wardrobe, revealing an assortment of heavy winter coats. He pulled one out and held it out for Lumine. “I think this coat is a little older—probably the smallest one I have.”

She put it on, the sleeves running a bit long to her fingertips, the feathered hood obscuring her face up to her nose. Childe laughed, and she stuck her tongue out at him after pulling the hood down. Despite it being old, she could still pick up a faint scent of Childe: a smell remnant of ocean waves and sandy beaches. Unexpectedly pleasant...

“If that’s too big, she can have one of my coats!” Tonia said from the doorway.

“That is very nice of you to offer, Tonia,” Childe said. “But I think your coats might be too small.”

“Oh,” she said. “Well, we’re all ready now, brother!”

The family—plus Lumine and Paimon—gathered back in the foyer with everyone bundled in their coats, hats, and gloves. And then they were on the way to the restaurant.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“Lumine, look!” Teucer said, pointing at a large pond. “There are so many fishes!”

They were waiting to be seated in the restaurant lobby. A large, grandiose building, with marbled floors, vaulted ceilings, and gold furniture. There was a large pond in the middle—a miniature waterfall flowed into it.

Too extravagant, Lumine thought. And I thought Liyue was expensive...

“Do you think we could take some fish home to eat?” Paimon asked, peering into the pond.

Lumine gave her a deadpan expression. “Go ahead. I’ve always wanted to see how Snezhnayans deal out punishment.”

“On second thought, nevermind…”

Tonia pulled on Childe’s jacket. “Can we go to the toy store after this?”

“Toy store! Toy store! Toy store!” Teucer chanted.

“Yes, yes, of course,” Childe said. The two children cheered.

“They’re always so loud,” Anthon grumbled from his seat next to Lumine.

“They’re just excited your brother is back,” Lumine said. “Aren’t you excited also?”

“I guess…” He looked at her. “Why are you here anyways?”

How do I explain that I’m on a quest to find my brother after we were banished from our journeys by an unknown god? “I want to meet all the gods of Teyvat.”

He scoffed. “Yeah, right. That’s impossible.”

“Actually I’ve been quite successful,” she told him. “I’ve already met a few.”

“Really?” His brows were furrowed. “What’re they like?”

Venti: drunk. Zhongli: broke. “They’re...interesting. Very powerful.”

Childe walked over to them. “Is he bothering you?” he asked Lumine.

“She was just telling me she’s met some of the gods of Teyvat. Is that true?” he asked, scrutinizing.

“Very much so. She’s quite strong, so don’t get on her bad side.” He gave Anthon a wink.

“Strong enough to beat you, brother?”

“Of course,” Lumine said, standing up. “I’ve beat your brother before.”

“Paimon can confirm that! We kicked his butt!”

For the first time, Anthon’s eyes seemed to light up. “You did? How?”

Childe chuckled through gritted teeth, disguised as a strained smile. “Now, now, Anthon; you seem like you want me to be beaten.”

Anthon frowned. “No, I didn’t mean that.”

“Sir? Your table is ready,” a waiter said, approaching the family.

As Childe went to wrangle up the younger kids, Lumine stayed behind and tapped on Anthon’s shoulder.

“Hey,” she whispered. “Why do you want to beat your brother so bad?”

Anthon shook his head. “You guys have it wrong. I don’t want to beat my brother…” His pale face flushed a bit red. “I just...I want to be stronger than him. So he doesn’t have to work so hard to protect us…” He stopped and watched his siblings sit around the table in the distance. “He shouldn’t be the only one protecting us. I can see it’s really hard work for just him. I want to be strong enough to protect him, Tonia, and Teucer also.”

Lumine’s heart warmed at Anthon’s love for his family. She missed Aether a little more. “I’ll help you.” She put a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I know what it’s like, wanting to protect a sibling.” She then gave him a teasing smile. “Plus, I’ve already beaten your brother, right?”

“Right!” He had a little smile as well. “And he’s the strongest person I know! Well...I guess that person would be you now, right?”

Tonia came marching up to the two. “Come onnnnn, let’s go eat!” She grabbed both Lumine and Anthon’s hands and dragged them to the table.

Afterwards, the family enjoyed an exquisite meal, and were all stuffed full of expensive foods and cheerful laughter. (The children were amazed at how much both Lumine and Paimon could scarf down.)

The children, very quickly after finishing their meal, practically teleported to the toy store. As the children ran through the store, Lumine and Childe took the moment of rest, silently watching over them. (Paimon had retreated back into her world to recover from the feast.)

“I don’t know how you do it,” Lumine said. “I had a hard enough time with just Teucer in Liyue.”

“It’s not easy,” Childe confessed. He looked at his siblings softly. “But when I see them smiling and happy...despite everything bad in the world? I think it’s all worth it.”

How nice… His love for his family definitely matched her love for Aether. Something we have in common. She found herself enjoying this time with Childe, and his family, more enjoyable than any time she had been adventuring. It was almost like...she was...back home…

Soon enough, everyone was lined up, toys all selected and ready for purchase. Teucer tiredly tugged on Lumine’s coat, then silently held his hands up. At first, Lumine blinked, not understanding.

“Teucer, just ask her to pick you up,” Anthon said.

“That’s okay,” she said, pulling Teucer up off the ground—now understanding—and placing him on her hip. I think this is how you carry a kid? She didn’t have much experience with kids, save for the few she had met while in Teyvat. And those kids are far from normal... She let out a little sigh of relief when Teucer relaxed, laying his head on her shoulder.

“Are you tired too, Tonia?” Childe asked. She shook her head, tightening her grip on his hand, clutching a doll in the other. Teucer was hugging a hilichurl stuffed animal, and Anthon held an action figure of a Lawachurl.

Upon reaching the toy seller, the old woman at the counter smiled at Childe and Lumine. “You two have such beautiful children,” she said.

Lumine almost dropped Teucer. What?!

“Though I have to say, they do take after their father quite a bit,” she remarked. “A shame, seeing as the mother is so beautiful.”

Before Lumine could explain, Childe spoke. “Yes, what a shame indeed—I completely agree,” he said while smiling.

...WHAT?!

[part two]

#genshin impact #genshin lumine #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #lumine #childe #tartaglia #chilumi #lumichilde #childe x lumine #lumine x childe #fanfic #me

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natsu-tte-noodle · 3 years ago

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A3! Translation: Mankai Livestream! ~LIVE: Citron~ (Brilliance of Blooming) [1/2]

For once I actually owned the card myself so I can put images in lol I don’t think we’ve seen this one around yet, and I kind of get why,,, _(:3」∠)_ but it was still fun to try my hand at!

The translation is under the cut. If you see anything that doesn’t seem right, please let me know!

[Part 1 - You’re Here!] [Part 2]

Mankai Livestream! ~LIVE: Citron~

Izumi: Kazunari-kun will be joining our leader meeting today.

Kazunari: Heya fam~!

Banri: You think something up again?

Kazunari: Bingo, Settzer! There’s a little something I wanna do.

Kazunari: Basically… we gave the fans a project survey on what sort of things they wanna see us do~!

Sakuya: A project survey?

Izumi: Yep. At Kazunari-kun’s suggestion, we sent one out to the fans.

Kazunari: Right now, thankfully the MANKAI Company’s majorly boosting its recognition!

Tenma: True, we’ve gained a lot of new fans too.

Kazunari: That said, there are people who’ve been supporting us for a long time that say we’ve gotten distant, so it’s a little lonely.

Kazunari: But we wanna be a company that’s close with all its fans no matter how big our name gets, right?

Banri: Got it. So you did a survey.

Tsumugi: What were the results?

Kazunari: The most common answer was, “I wanna see more selfies and inste-lives and stuff from the company members!”

Tenma: Our inste-live frequency does vary from person to person.

Tsumugi: Same for our selfies. We might have a tendency to rely on our social media gurus, basically.

Kazunari: So! As a special project, this time I suggest we have solo inste-lives and selfie parties for 24 days in a row!

Banri: Selfie parties?

Kazunari: If you take selfies during a livestream and then upload those pictures afterwards, it’ll hype the fans up even more!

Izumi: When we discussed it with Sakyo-san, he said it would be fine as long as I properly keep watch to make sure there are no problems mid-stream.

Kazunari: So now it’s up to you guys… how ‘bout it?

Sakuya: I want to do it! If the fans would be happy to have them, then of course, but…

Sakuya: Personally, I’d be happy to have the chance to talk to all our fans through a screen too!

Tsumugi: I’d like to give it a try as well. I feel like I’m understanding inste-lives little by little, too.

Tenma: But it’s not like we can just chat about whatever, right?

Kazunari: About that, I was thinking we could do another survey about what they want each member to do.

Banri: In that case, it’d probably be easy enough to work out.

Izumi: Since each inste-live would be different, it could be interesting.

Kazunari: Then it’s decided! Leave the form drafting and tallying to me!

Sakuya: Thank you very much, Kazunari-san!

Izumi: Alright then, leaders, please share the inste-live and selfie plans with the members of your troupe.

Leaders: Roger!

ー

Citron: Ohh, there are so many nice ideas! Just to read them is chilling.

Chikage: I’m back.

Citron: Chikage, you are welcomed home~

Chikage: What are you doing in a place like this?

Citron: I am reading the surveys that Kazu gathered! The requests for me are written on them.

Chikage: Ah, for the solo inste-live?

Citron: Yes! Everyone thought of many different things, so I am very happy~!

Chikage: Oh? What sort of answers are there?

Citron: “I want to do something fun,” “I want him to give me energy,” “I want to see a MANMAN Grand Prix…”

Citron: Ah, there is also one that says, “I would like to see the concentrated purgatory you talked about sometime before!”

Chikage: Concentrated purgatory? …ahh, shiritori? (1)

Citron: That!

Chikage: Come to think of it, you mentioned something like that in an interview at some point.

Citron: The sushi theme lasted the longest!

Chikage: Since everyone had just gone out to eat that time.

Citron: Hmm, now that I have talked about it with you, I think I want to do shiritori.

Citron: I have decided! I will do shiritori for my solo inste-live!

Citron: I am sure all the fans will enjoy it as well.

Chikage: Yeah, it fits you so it should be good.

Citron: But, shiritori cannot be done alone. I want you to enter as my opponent, Chikage!

Chikage: That might be difficult, I have work the day of your livestream. Sorry, but you’ll have to face off against someone else.

Citron: Oh… that is such a shame. That would mean Itaru is iffy too.

Citron: Then this time, I will ask someone else. I will have a battle with you and Itaru some other time!

ー

Notes:

1. Instead of shiritori (しりとり), Citron said “spot removal” (シミ取り, shimitori)

#a3!#a3! translation #a3! citron

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anunvalidcritic · 4 years ago

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The Boys: SN2.2

(DISCLAIMER: MY OPINION IS MY OWN AND CAN BE DEEMED INVALID TO THOSE WHO DON’T CARE FOR IT.)

Alright so we’re already on the second episode the first went by pretty fast... but let’s see where this episode takes us.

PROPER PREPARATION AND PLANNING

I promise if I can find another gif of them all together like this then I’ll us it for the second season. (Edit wasn’t able to find another gif but a pretty rad photo by @01091006!)

BUTCHER’s having a flashback as we speak (so to speak)

Ik the idea of HOMELANDER showing up at his wife’s house is really fuckin’ with.

ICONIC DIALOGUE

“Hi, Welcome to Endless Pasta Week at Tony Cicero’s.“ - HOSTESS

“Where the fuck am I?” - BUTCHER

“You’re at Tony Cicero’s.” - HOSTESS

“No, no. What fucking city am I in.“ - BUTCHER

somebody come get her lol. he clearly heard you the first fucking time lol

ahh I see he’s trying to remember the details about the house

ayye back at it with the french rap music I fuck with it

KIMIKO writing better english than most people who speak the language. We love to see it

Bitch I would gladly be a “lemming” if I was in the predicament that y’all are in.

You know speaking from a psychological pov it is kinda fucked up that the rest of the team are so reliant on one person. I understand that since he’s now back he is the proclaimed leader of the group as he was before but that’s a lot of faith in just one person.

“Hey, you know, my dad, he had a ball from the ‘56 World Series“ - HOMELANDER

listen to this dude with his fake ass story...

The child isn’t good at sports but he has powers???

At least he does what BECCA tells him to do.

CAROL lookin’ at that book like ‘this dude is fucked up’ ROFL

He drank that shit a little too fast...

WTF sent the edible food arrangement as flowers!?!

“Deluxe Bereavement Bouquet with white chocolate-dipped pineapple doves. RAYNOR would’ve loved that.“ - BUTCHER

Ig it’s only right he takes his trip while listening to The Goo Goo Dolls

I can’t believe his fuvking gills are talking to him

I was beginning to wonder where QUEEN MAEVE’s lesbian lover was

“Hey, listen, I get that you have your talking points, but why does it matter if heroes have a dick or a vag? I mean, shouldn’t we all just, you know, be competent at our jobs? I-I don’t think girls do anything better. I think chicks and dicks are in it together.” - STORMFRONT

Now... she didn’t have to put that journalist in his place like that... HA

Dang thought there was gonna be another ROBYN incident with the way he zoomed in there like that

You know A-TRAIN ain’t shit either. Maybe he can prove himself or not he can remain on the shit list.

THE DEEP = MULAN

“WHO IS THAT GILL I SEE! STARING STRAIGHT BACK AT ME!” HA I wish they would’ve sung that song instead!!

A-TRAIN is really just spending his time watching STARLIGHT at this point. Paranoia runs deep within the Vought building.

Paranoia will fuck you up if you don’t get a hold of it. Don’t be believe me? Look up The Reynolds's Pamphlet by Alexander Hamilton >> that shit there is THE DEFINITION of Paranoia.

Cow’s milk doesn’t = STILLWELL’s tata milk

ELENA nippin’ that shit in bud before it even gets started again.

“There was this producer, he swapped place cards so he could seat next to me. And he chatted me up all night. Two days later, there’s a fire is his office. They found his head in one room... and his torso in another.... I don’t want him to do that to you.” - QUEEN MAEVE

talk about being possessive over someone who don’t even truly care for smdh

Bitch I would rather prank call the CIA than call HOMELANDER

Ig having kids makes you tell the truth about your up bringing...

Eww, I wouldn’t have said it back to him

Damn his hearing is that good?!

she didn’t have to snap his neck like that!

BRO I DIDN’T I JUST SAY SOMETHING ABOUT KIMIKO’s BROTHER?!?! I KEEP CALLING THESE FUCKING THINGS!!!

Ohh ok so she really is mute

MOUSE/KENJI pretty much fucked that store up... not all the way but some of the way.

“Fuck this world for confusing nice with good./Oh if someone sticks a dick in your mouth. Bite it off.” - STORMFRONT

KIMIKO Backstory Info:

She was sent away by Shining Light

Injected Compound-V into her spine

She’s the elder sibling

She also thinks that she’s a monster

SIBLING GOALS

STARLIGHT JUST FUCKING KILL A-TRAIN

yeah that’s right back tf up

HUGHIE was bound to get knocked tf out

Get the fuck up boy we don’t have all night.

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So as far as I can see there’s only 3 episodes are uploaded at the moment and as some of you may already know I do these post while watching the episodes. So I don’t think it will take me a long time to upload these post. Before I forget here’s episode 1! :) Everyone’s a critic when their opinion matters the least.

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nightglider124 · 4 years ago

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2020 Creator’s Self-Love Extravaganza/Creator Tag Meme/8 Favorite Works

Tagged by @tarisilmarwen - Thanks for the tag, gurl! <3

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 8 favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Well, shit. I have uploaded practically nothing in 2020 LOL. Like... I’m cheating with my answers but hey, we’re gonna count my favourite robstar week oneshots as individuals cos otherwise, I don’t even make half of the 8 lmao.

1.) Subscribe

Ahh, my current main multi-chapter AU fic that I actually started in August 2019 but I reckon it has seen most updating this year, tbh. It’s honestly one of my favourite AU concepts that my brain has ever birthed. A YouTube AU with Gar as the channel owner just feels like such a Gar thing and I’m so excited to keep going with it in 2021.

2.) Nova

I actually love this oneshot that was completed and submitted as part of my involvement in the dickkory zine that was created early 2020. I only posted the excerpt on tumblr which you can find by clicking ‘Nova’ as I thought I’d keep the whole thing just as an exclusive thing for the zine. But, I really loved writing that and felt my final piece was pretty great considering there’s a word limit and a specific theme to follow and it was such good fun, all in all so loved that one.

3.) Simulation

I actually forgot about this oneshot until I was scrolling through my tumblr tags like ‘wtf did i even write this past year??’ and I remembered the atrocity that was JLD: Apokolips War and how the burning need to write a fix it fic for all my dickkory pals was literally overwhelming. I was actually pretty happy with the final product, despite it’s length. And also, it gave me the dcamu dickkory ending that I wanted lmao.

4.) Robstar Week - Day 1: Star-Aligned/Destiny

I think I was actually pretty negative about this when I initially posted it for Robstar week but since then, I have come to appreciate that writing anything during this last shit show of a year is a miracle so y’know, we’ll take it as a win lmao. I actually really did enjoy writing a oneshot that’s mostly between Dick and Wally and talking about Starfire cos it makes me smile.

5.) Robstar Week - Day 3: Tamaran

Another addition for Robstar week that I actually really enjoyed reading as I love writing little moments such as these between the two dorks. Anything that is remotely adorable and intimate in a fluffy way is like heaven to me; whether I’m reading it or if I happen to be writing it XD.

6.) Robstar Week - Day 4: Fantasy AU

My absolute faveeeee for Robstar week, to the point, I am now in the midst of planning a whole AU multi-chapter fic around it. I fell in love with the idea of Dick basically being akin to a Witcher and being paid to ‘deal with’ Kory, a magic user which is prohibited in the lil made up world. I honestly vibed with the idea so much and even now, I love it. There’s so many more details and plot I wanna add into it so it will eventually be a whole fic but... it’s been shelved for a little while til I get Bound and Subscribe updated to where I want them.

7.) Robstar Week - Day 6: Wedding Bells

I may start to sound like a broken record but this happens to be another submission from robstar week that I really smiled at whilst writing. It was great to take a fairly common prompt and just do an actual wedding so it was fun to slightly spin that around for how I wrote it instead.

8.) Robstar Week - Day 7: Constellations

I already mentioned how I love writing Robin and Starfire in these little cute and intimate moments that are filled with sugary fluff. This is kind of another one. I really do believe they would have these little games or things between them such as a game revolving around constellations and guessing. Idk I just really enjoyed this one as well.

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I honestly did not think there were gonna be 8 to list lmao. I wasn’t overly active in 2020 due to... *gestures around me* the state of the world for the majority of the year. I’m hoping 2021 will be a more productive year for me in terms of updating current projects as well as bringing some new things to the fic table.

I taaag: @fireflyxrebel-writes @loubuggins @stefanotis @ships-bynoa and @spaceprincessem + anyone else who wants to jump in on this!! <3

#dickkory #fanfiction #robstar #teen titans #nightglider124

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inkribbon796 · 4 years ago

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Egotober Day 31: Boil, Boil, Toil and Trouble

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Prompt: Happy Halloween

Summary: It’s the end of the spooky season and the heroes and villains met up.

A/N: It’s J.J and Google’s birthdays.

And with that is the close of another Egotober. I’m glad you all could be here with me for this. I’ll be here on the third for another birthday post and then on Friday for my regular uploads. Have fun and stay safe out there everyone.

Warnings: none

Another year passed, another year come and gone, and it was the heroes and the villains’ meet-up, one of their only truce days.

Several people weren’t there that normally came every year. Logan was understandably not in attendance and Joan and Virgil had stayed at the apartment with him as they watched The Nightmare Before Christmas and the Addams Family movies. Oliver had stayed at the base to avoid Google, a good idea since Google only came to see if Oliver was there. Chase had stayed with Oliver to avoid seeing Dark’s face. And Nate was out of town with Mare on a tour.

Still, the tenuous truce remained.

The Host had pulled Illinois and Bim aside briefly before they entered the building that the meet-up was being held at.

There was an important matter that the Host wanted to discuss and Dark was reassured everything was fine before he let them hang back and enter the festivities shortly after.

But everything was not fine.

“This is completely absurd,” Bim told him. “How are you sure this is even going to work?”

“The Host is only certain that without aid, he and the others will fail,” the Host admitted.

“So what are we supposed to do?” Illinois asked. “You’re a shit liar, how are you gonna get past Dark?”

“No,” the Host corrected. “The Host needs Illinois to lie to the Entity. Because he is the only one who could get away with.”

Illinois groaned, rolling his eyes,”Fine, I’ll think of something but if he gets pissed I’m blaming your cryptic ass.”

“The Host is not opposed to that, so long as things are taken care of,” the Host smiled. “Now, the Host and his brothers should join the others. Before the Entity gets concerned and comes looking for them.”

“But I have questions,” Bim reminded.

“Not while prying eyes can find, the three of them talk tomorrow,” the Host promised.

Bim protested a bit but the Host helped the three of them slipped back into the group. They came into the room while Dark and King were in the middle of an argument.

“We can’t get a cat, Kay,” King snapped at Dark. Dark rolled his eyes. “We can’t get a dog, Kay. It’s not safe. It’ll die.”

Dark pinched the bridge of his nose, “Kaylor.”

“And then what do you do the instant I leave?” King spat. “You get a fucking cat! And name it after yourself!”

“Wil brought him into the house and named him, and the thing was half-dead,” Dark defended. “You would have been angrier if I had allowed it to die.”

Wilford chuckled from where he was sitting next to Dark, “You know you love ol’ Damsy, Dark. The little scamp always tries to sleep in our bed.”

“Don’t undermine me in front of everyone,” Dark glared at Wil.

The madman just smiled at Dark, loudly scooting his chair closer. “Let’s just enjoy the party. Have a couple drinks with me.”

“I’m not done complaining at him,” King pointed at Dark.

Wilford was suddenly standing next to King, slinging an arm around his neck. “Come on my boy, you like bourbon right?”

“Not really,” King told him, glancing at Abe. “I wasn’t old enough to drink when I left.”

“Ahh, I know you and Illy stole some of Dark’s wine on multiple occasions,” Wil smiled.

“What was that?” Dark demanded.

“Nothing,” Illinois told him. “I’m getting a drink.”

Google had been watching the argument from a distance, and he noticed that Bing was walking up to him.

“Hey, Googs,” Bing greeted when he stopped next to the other android. “We need to talk.”

“I have nothing to discuss with you,” Google grumbled angrily at him.

“If we don’t do something about Green he’s going to kill Ollie,” Bing reminded sharply.

“Green is restricted from destroying Oliver’s central drive,” Google dismissed. “Oliver will be fine, even if I have to rebuild the rest of him from scratch.”

Bing glared at Google, “Either you do something, dude, or I will.”

“Is that so?” Google’s tone was suddenly far more serious. “Will you?”

Bing looked at the other android right in the optic cameras that served as his eyes. “Yeah, I will. He can’t keep terrorizing Ollie.”

“You won’t kill him, you’ve deviated so far from your objective that you aren’t even capable of it,” Google dared.

“Don’t need to kill him, but I will make him stop,” Bing warned.

Google stared blankly at him, before looking away, “I am leaving, I have work to do.”

Bing watched him go. Google left without a goodbye to anyone, not even to Dark. Bing left to go back to the base.

As the part continued, J.J noticed that Dark seemed to be watching the crowd. He wasn’t mingling like he tended to do, his usual attempts to get information about their civilian identities.

This year he was minding his own business, except when an increasingly drunk Wil was trying to climb into Dark’s arms.

“Looking for something?” J.J asked.

“Illinois’s boyfriend,” Dark said out loud, moving his hands to sign as he spoke.

J.J felt a bit of apprehension, “How do you know he has a boyfriend?”

Dark chuckled, “I’ve known Illinois for years. I know what the ‘Plus One tax’ looks like on my invoices. That and he labeled some of his expenses as “Cariño” and Illinois would never put the wrong gender to mislead me.”

“Plus One tax?” J.J spelled the word out like Dark had.

“When Illinois has someone who travels with him and he’s keen on them,” Dark’s signing got a little less precise with his words, “they become his travel partners and unlike another person in his travel team, the expenses for that person is sometimes double what it normally is. Or triple if Illinois is particularly taken. It’s fairly adorable and it’s his money so he can spend it how wants, but I always like to attach a face to the expenses.”

“Why are you looking for him here?” J.J asked.

Dark’s answer was a smile, “That’s the only thing I know about him. I have my suspicions, but so far I’ve only cleared Crank.”

“You are tracking him,” J.J began to ask, “how do you not know?”

“Illinois isn’t the only one who loves a good mystery,” Dark was looking at Illinois who was trying to tend to an increasingly drunk Bim who was overenthusiastic about being at the party. “When Illinois is ready, he’ll tell me.”

J.J did smile at that. The evening was relatively fun, if more than a bit tense. Dark sent Bim and Wil through a portal, taking Illinois with him and ignoring when Illinois left the Manor soon after to go and visit his boyfriend.

The party slowly began to disperse after that, the atmosphere less tense after Dark and Bim left, in the hope that less year the meet-up would be significantly less strained.

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Egotober2020 #Markiplier #Jacksepticeye #Birthday Post #Darkstache #Googleplier #J.J #Jameson Jackson #the Host #Illinois the Adventurer #ahwm Illinois #Bim Trimmer #Darkiplier #Wilford Warfstache #Bingiplier #Happy Halloween #Host is a cryptic boy

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Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Rescue Team DX

Special Video: The Beginning of Team Meanies!

To promote the release of Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Rescue Team DX, the Japanese Official Pokémon YouTube channel has been uploading a series of short special videos.

These special videos make use of the game’s engine to tell a variety of minor side stories, not included within the actual game itself.

As of right now, only two of these videos seem to have been officially adapted into English.

So, for the convenience of international fans, this post contains a complete English translation of the 9th episode in this series: “The Beginning of Team Meanies!”

Head under the cut if you’re interested!

As you read, keep in mind that this translation was done by me. It is not official.

Bolded text is the original Japanese, for the reference.

Bolded and italicized text is my translation.

A (number) indicates that I have a specific comment to make on that part in the translation notes.

The masterpost for these special video translations can be found here.

(Note: This particular episode contains potential spoilers for the game’s story, so I strongly recommend not watching it until after you have finished the game.)

Episode Description:

悪の救助隊「イジワルズ」結成のお話。救助隊とは名ばかりで、悪いことばかりしているゲンガー・チャーレム・アーボだけど、どうして結成することになったのかな？ This is the story of how the rescue team of evil, "Team Meanies", first came to be. A rescue team in name only, Gengar, Medicham, and Ekans are always up to no good. But you have to wonder, why did they form a rescue team in the first place?

※この映像はゲーム本編には含まれておりません。 Not actual gameplay footage.

Ekans:

わー今日も依頼がたくさんあるなー。 Oh man, today there's lots of requests again.

Ekans:

依頼はいつも見ても楽しいよなぁ。みんながとても困っていて。 I never get tired of looking at requests. Everyone's having problems.

Ekans:

オレワルだから読んでるだけで幸せな気持ちになるなー。 I'm a bad guy, so just reading these makes me feel happy.

???:

どけっ！ Move it!

Ekans:

うわっ！ Whoa!

Ekans:

な…なにすんだよう！ W-what're you doing?!

Ekans:

なんだ？オマエだれだ！？なんなんだよ！？ Wha-? And who are you?! What's your deal?!

Gengar:

ケケッオレの名はゲンガー。 Kekeh. The name's Gengar.

Gengar:

なにをするだって？ What am I doing?

Gengar:

そんなの決まってるわな。イジワルさ。 Isn't it obvious? I'm being mean.

Gengar:

オマエの楽しみをうばってやるんだよ！ I'm gonna spoil your fun!

Narration:

ゲンガーは依頼の手紙をすべてはがした Gengar peeled off all the request letters.

Ekans:

わーーーーっ！！ Wahh!!

Gengar:

ここにあるのぜんぶもらっていくぜ。じゃあなケケッ！ I'll be taking all of these. Well, see ya! Kekeh!

Medicham:

まちな。 Wait.

Ekans:

チャ…チャーレム！！ Me-Medicham!!

Medicham:

アンタずいぶんな態度だわねぇ。 That's quite the attitude you got there.

Gengar:

ケケッそれがどうした。 Kekeh. What about it?

Title Card:

誕生！イジワルズ！ The Beginning of Team Meanies!

Medicham:

アンタが持っているその依頼ぜんぶ独り占めするつもりかい？ Are you really planning to hog all these requests for yourself?

Gengar:

独り占め？いいやちがうね。捨てるのさ。 Hog them? Nah, no way. I'm gonna toss them.

Ekans:

ええ〜〜〜〜っ！？ Whaaat?!

Gengar:

たんにアイツにイヤがらせをしたかっただけだからな。 I'm just doing this to mess with that guy there.

Gengar:

こんな紙切れどこかにポイントだ。 I don't need some paper scraps.

Medicham:

そうとうくさってるね。性格が。 You're a real rotten one, aren't you?

Gengar:

ケケッそいつぁ最高のほめ言葉だぜ。 Kekeh. I'm taking that as a compliment.

Gengar:

オレはイジワルなことをするのがなによりも楽しみなんだからな。 'Cause you see, for me there's nothing more fun than being mean.

Medicham:

それは気が合うね。 Oh, I hear you.

Medicham:

アタシたちもワルなんだ。責めたりはしないよ。 We're bad guys too, you know. I'm not gonna judge.

Medicham:

でも……！ But...!

Medicham:

アーボはアタシの相棒。 Ekans is my buddy.

Medicham:

コケにされたままじゃ黙ってはいられないね。 I'm not just gonna stand there and let you pick on him.

Medicham:

アーボ！ Ekans!

Ekans:

わかってるって！ You got it!

Gengar:

ケケッここでやるってか。 Kekeh. You wanna do this right here?

Gengar:

おもしれえ。 Interesting.

Gengar:

……と思ったがやっぱやだねーーー！ケケケケケーーーーーーッ！！ ...On second thought, nevermind. Not doing this! Kekekekekeh!!

Ekans:

あーーーーーーっ！！ Ahh!!

Medicham:

に…逃げたっ！ H-he ran off!

Medicham:

追うよ！アーボ！ Ekans! After him!

Ekans:

おうっ！ Got it!

Ekans:

はあはあ…… どこいったんだろ！？ *huff huff* Where'd he go?!

Medicham:

ハアハア…… どうやら見失ったようだね……！ *huff puff* Looks like we lost him...!

Medicham:

チクショー！今度見つけたらタダじゃおがないよ！ Darn it! Next time we see that guy, he’s toast!

Narration:

そして数日後…… Several days later...

Gengar:

（ケケッ今日は店にワルさをしにきたぜ！） (Kekeh. Today I'm gonna cause some trouble at the shop!)

Gengar:

（ねらうはあそこ……） (Now, what should I grab...?)

Gengar:

（そう！カクレオンの後ろにしまってある商品だ！） (...There! Those goods behind Kecleon!)

Gengar:

（あれらをいただいてどっかで売っちまえば大もうけってなもんよ。） (I could make big bucks if I nab those and sell 'em somewhere else.)

Gengar:

（カクレオンはやたらツエーと聞くが逃げ足には自信がある。） (I heard Kecleon's stupid strong, but I'm sure I can run away just fine.)

Gengar:

（すぐにバックレちまえば問題ないだろ。） (Shouldn't be a problem if I just book it.)

Gengar:

（ケケッじゃそろそろいくか！） (Kekeh. Well, here goes nothing!)

Gengar:

（んっあれは……？） (Hm? Is that...?)

Medicham:

ヒソヒソ…… （いいかい？アーボ。サッといってすぐ逃げるよ……。） *whisper whisper* (Got it, Ekans? We'll just blaze through and make a run for it...)

Ekans:

ヒソヒソ…… （わかってるって……。） *whisper whisper* (Yeah, I got it...)

Gengar:

（ア…アイツら……！） (I-it's those guys...!)

Gengar:

（まさかアイツらもあそこの商品をねらっているんじゃ……。） (Wait, are they after the same thing...?)

Wynaut:

アノー…… Umm, excuse me...? (1)

Gengar:

ゲゲッ！！ Gegeh!!

Medicham:

あっ！ Ah!

Ekans:

アイツはーーっ！！ It's that guy...!!

Gengar:

ヤ…ヤベエ……！ Aw, drat...!

Medicham:

まてーーーっ！！ Wait!!

Wynaut:

ちょ…ちょっと待ってナノー……！ H-hey, wait just a moment...!

Ekans:

追いつめたぞー！ Got you now!

Medicham:

ちゃんと戦え！ヒキョーもの！ At least put up a fight! You coward!

Gengar:

ヤダね。だってオマエエスパータイプだろ？ Yeah, not happening. You're a Psychic type, aren't you?

Gengar:

そんなヤツとまともに戦えるかよ。 How am I supposed to fight against that?

Medicham:

フン！なにを言おうがもう逃がさないからね！ Hmph! Say what you want, you're not getting away again!

Wynaut:

アノー…… Umm, excuse me...?

Gengar:

ゲゲッ！？ Gegeh?!

Wynaut:

アノーさっきの広場でのことなんだけども…… Why, I saw you doing something at the square just now...

Wynaut:

もしかしてカクレオンさんのお店にわるさをしようとしていたノ……？ You weren't trying to do something bad at Mr. Kecleon's shop, were you...?

Medicham:

ええっ！？ Huh?!

Wynaut:

もしそうならボクたちカクレオンさんに知らせてあげないといけないかな？って思うてたノ。 If you were, I think we will have to let Mr. Kecleon know about that.

Wobbuffet:

ソーナンス！ That's the way it is! (2)

Gengar:

そ…それは…… Uh... well...

Ekans:

ヒソヒソ…… （これってヤバイ？ヤバイよね？） *whisper whisper* (This is bad, right? Like, super bad?)

Gengar:

ヒソヒソ…… （ああこのまま通報されたら最後……） *whisper whisper* (Yeah, if they go ahead and say that...)

Medicham:

ヒソヒソ…… （カクレオンにボコボコにされるわね！） *whisper whisper* (...Kecleon's gonna pulverize us!)

Ekans:

ヒソヒソ…… （イヤだよ！イヤすぎるよ！それは！） *whisper whisper* (Oh no! Anything but that!)

Gengar:

ヒソヒソ…… （ここは口裏を合わせようぜ……。） *whisper whisper* (We gotta come up with a cover story...)

Gengar:

あは……あははははーーっ！ Aha... Ahahahaha...!

Gengar:

キミたちそれはなにかカンちがいをしているよ。 You kids got it all wrong.

Medicham:

アタシたちたんにかくれんぼしてただけよん♪ We were just playing hide-and-seek~♪

Ekans:

キョロキョロしてたからあやしく見えたんじゃないかな〜。 I guess the way we were sneaking around looked kinda suspicious~

Ekans:

あははははははーーっ！！ Ahahahahahaha...!!

Wynaut:

ソーナんですか。そうですよね。 Is that so? I see.

Wynaut:

カンちがいしてごめんなさいナノ。 Why, I'm mighty sorry for that misunderstanding.

Wynaut:

みなさん救助隊だから悪いことするワケないし。 You're a rescue team, so of course you would never do something bad.

Medicham:

きゅ…救助隊？アタシたちが……？ R-rescue team? You mean us...?

Wynaut:

あれ？ちがうノ？ Huh? You're not?

Wynaut:

掲示板の依頼をいっぱい持ってっちゃったのでてっきりそうなのかと……。 Why, I saw you take lots of requests from the bulletin board, so I was sure that you were...

Gengar:

……あっ。 ...Oh.

Gengar:

ここにあるのぜんぶもらっていくぜ。じゃあなケケッ！ I'll be taking all of these. Well, see ya! Kekeh!

Gengar:

（……あの時のか。） (...I guess he means that?)

Ekans:

なに言ってんだよオマエ。オレたちが救助隊なわきゃ…… What're you talking about, kid? We're obviously not a rescue-

Gengar:

いやいやいやいや！！オレたちは救助隊！ Oh no, no, no, no!! We're a rescue team!

Gengar:

救助隊だよなあ！ We sure are one!

Medicham:

そ…そうよ！アタシたちは救助隊イジワルズ！ T-that's right! We’re Team Meanies!

Medicham:

そう！イジワルズよ！ Yes! Team Meanies!

Wynaut:

やっぱりソーナ��。それならよかったナノ。 Oh, is that so? Why, that's a relief!

Wobbuffet:

ソーナンス！ That's the way it is!

Gengar:

（ほっ……。） (Oof...)

Medicham:

（あぶなかった……。） (That was close...)

Wynaut:

じつは救助隊イ��ワルズのみなさんにお願いがあってきたノ。 We actually wanted to ask for your help, Team Meanies.

Wynaut:

イガグリを採ってきてほしいノ。 We would like you to gather Chestnuts.

Gengar:

イ…イガグリ？ Ch-Chestnuts?

Wobbuffet:

ソーナンス！ That's the way it is!

Wynaut:

ボクたちクリのみが大好物なんだけど…… Peeled Chestnuts are our favorite snack, but...

Wynaut:

最近暴れるポケモンがいて森へ採りにいけないノ。 Lately, some Pokémon have been rampaging around, so we can't go to the forest to get any.

Wobbuffet:

ソーナンス！ That's the way it is!

Wynaut:

なのでボクたちの代わりにイガグリを採りにいってほしいノ。 That's why we would like you to collect Chestnuts for us.

Wobbuffet:

ソーナンス！ That's the way it is!

Wynaut:

お願いしますナノ！じゃあ！ Please and thank you! Bye!

Ekans:

ひぇー……。 Whew...

Medicham:

つ…つかれた……。 I'm... so done...

Ekans:

……でなんかたのまれちゃったけどどーすんだよ？ ...So, they kinda asked us for something there, what're we gonna do about that?

Gengar:

ケッやってられねえな。 Keh. I'm not doing that.

Gengar:

オレはおりるぜ。アバヨ。 I'm outta here. Good-bye to you. (3)

Medicham:

アンタどさくさにまぎれた逃げようたってそうはさせないよ。 If you thought we'd let you use this as a chance to run away again, you thought wrong.

Gengar:

ゲッ！ Geh!

Medicham:

それにいいのかい？ Besides, aren't you worried?

Medicham:

ここでもしアタシたちが救助隊じゃないってバレたら…… If they figure out we aren't really a rescue team...

Medicham:

カクレオンにボコボコにされるかもしれないんだよ！ We could still get pulverized by Kecleon!

Gengar:

ゲゲゲッ！ Gegegeh!

Gengar:

仕方ない。行ってくるか。 Fine. Are we off, then?

Ekans:

森でイガグリを採ってくればいいんだよね。 All we need to do is get some Chestnuts from the forest.

Medicham:

さっさと拾ってさっさと帰ってくるよ。 Let's just get started, so we can get this over with.

Gengar:

なんかみょうなメンバーだなケケッ！ You make for some weird teammates! Kekeh!

Medicham:

フンアンタに言われたくないね。 Hmph, that's rich, coming from you.

Medicham:

でも一応チームなんだしがんばるよ！ But like it or not, we're a team for now, so let's do our best!

Narration:

そして数時間後…… A few hours later...

Medicham:

ふうだいぶ奥まで来たわね……。 Phew, we've gone in pretty deep...

Ekans:

なあみんな！オレイガグリを６個も拾っちゃったよ！ Guys, check it out! I already got 6 Chestnuts!

Gengar:

ケケッアマいな。オレは８個だ。 Kekeh. That's nothing. I got 8 of them.

Medicham:

アタシなんか１０個よん♪ I got like 10~♪

Gengar:

ケッそれがどうした。 Keh. What about it?

Gengar:

まあこんだけ集めればもう十分だろ。帰るか。 Anyway, I'd say we already got more than enough. Let's go back.

Mankey:

まてっ！そこのマヌケ顔！ Hang on! You dim-witted faces! (4)

Medicham:

今なんか声がしたわね？ Did you just hear someone?

Gengar:

マヌケ顔とか聞こえたよな。 They said something about dim-witted faces.

Ekans:

じゃあオレのことじゃないよね。 Well, they couldn't be talking about me.

Medicham:

アタシのことでもないし。 Definitely not me, either.

Gengar:

ケケッじゃ行くか。 Kekeh. Alright, let's go.

Mankey:

ちがう！オマエら全員マヌケ顔だ！ Wrong! All of you got dim-witted faces!

Gengar:

ゲゲッ！なんだコイツら！！ Gegeh! Who're these guys?!

Mankey:

オレら自分で言うのもなんだが…… We don't like to brag or nothing, but...

Mankey:

ものすげー怒りっぽいんだぜ！？ ...We get furious real easy. You know that?!

Mankey:

とくにマヌケな顔を見るとムカついてだな…… What really irritates us is when we see some dim-witted face...

Mankey:

暴れたくなるんだな！ Makes us wanna go on a rampage!

Medicham:

そういえばソーナノたちが言ってたわよね。暴れるポケモンがいるとか。 Oh, right. Wynaut did say something about Pokémon rampaging around here.

Gengar:

もしかしてコイツらのことなのか？ You think he meant these guys?

Mankey:

うおー！そのアホな表情…… Wrooar! Look at those stupid faces...

Mankey:

ぐおームカつく！ムカつくぞーー！！ Gwoooh! It's ticking me off! I'm seeing red!!

Ekans:

な…なんかおそってきそうだよ！ I-I think they're gonna attack us!

Gengar:

ケッ！ちょろいぜ！ Keh! What tipped you off?

Medicham:

上等だよ！！かかってこい！ You asked for it!! Bring it on!

Mankey:

ムキーーーーーッ！！ヤッチマエーーーーッ！！ Mukkeeeeeh!! Crush 'em!!

Mankey:

うおっあ…あれは！？ Whoa! L-look at that!

Mankey:

ク…クリだあ！！ Ch-Chestnuts!!

Mankey:

ホントだ！クリのみだ！ They are! Sweet Chestnuts! (5)

Medicham:

クリのみって……？このイガグリのこと��い？ Sweet Chestnuts...? You mean these?

Gengar:

なんだ？オマエらイガグリが欲しいのか？ What? You guys want Chestnuts?

Gengar:

だったらやるぜ！そらヨ！ Alright then! Here you go!

Mankey:

わーーーーーいっ！！ Hoooray!!

Mankey:

クリだあ！ Chestnut!

Mankey:

クリのみだあ！ Sweet Chestnut!

Gengar:

いまだ！逃げるぜ！ Now's our chance! Let's get outta here!

Mankey:

イガグリの中にあるクリのみが食べたい。 I wanna eat the sweet Chestnut inside the spiky shell.

Mankey:

オイオマエこのイガイガをむいてくれヨ。 Hey, you peel that spiky shell.

Mankey:

……ヤダヨ。 ...Don't wanna.

Mankey:

オマエがむいてくれヨ。 You peel it.

Mankey:

……ヤダヨ。 ...Don't wanna.

Mankey:

オイオマエむけヨー。 Hey, you peel it.

Mankey:

ムキーーーーーッ！！ Mukkeeeeeh!!

Wynaut:

わあ！イガグリ！！それもこんなにたくさん！！ Wow! Chestnuts!! And so many of them!!

Wynaut:

ありがとうございますナノ！イジワルズさんにたのんでよかったナノ！ Why, thank you so very much! I'm glad we asked you kind sirs and ma'am of Team Meanies!

Wobbuffet:

ソーナンス！ That's the way it is!

Gengar:

なんのなんの。ちょろいもんよ。 Please, don't mention it. It was no trouble at all.

Wynaut:

それで……じつはボクたちおかね(P)とか持ってないんだけど…… Well... You see, we don't have any (P) money, unfortunately...

Ekans:

えええ〜〜〜っ！？ Say whaaat?!

Wynaut:

そのかわりこれを受け取ってほしいノ。 Instead, we want you to have this.

Narration:

ゲンガーはソーナノからデラックスリボンをもらった！ Gengar received a Deluxe Ribbon from Wynaut!

Medicham:

こ…これは……！！ T-that's...!!

Wynaut:

ふつうの赤いリボンでゴメンなさいなんだけど… Why, we're sorry that it's just a plain red ribbon...

Wynaut:

せめてものお礼ナノ。ではしつれいしますナノ。 It's a small thanks, at least. Now, please excuse us.

Medicham:

この赤いリボンってもしかして……！ Is this red ribbon actually...?!

Gengar:

ああカクレオンの店へゴーだ！ Yeah, let's hit up Kecleon's shop!

Kecleon:

おおっすごい！デラックスリボンですね〜？ (P)７，５００になります。よろしいですか？ Ohh, incredible! This is a Deluxe Ribbon, no~? I’ll give you (P) 7,500 for it. Does that work for you?

Gengar:

わはははははーーーーーっ！！ Wahahahahaha!!

Ekans:

笑いが止まらないよーーっ！！ I can't get this grin off my face!!

Medicham:

あんなに高く売れるなんてねぇ！ We made so much money selling that!

Medicham:

依頼ってこんなにおいしいんだねぇ♪ I gotta say, doing requests seems rather tasty~♪

Medicham:

これけっこうもうからないかい？ We could probably make some nice profit with this?

Ekans:

でもよチャーレム。オレたちワルだぜ？ But Medicham, aren't we bad guys?

Ekans:

救助隊の依頼をこなしたらいいことしちゃうことにならないかい？ If we took requests as a rescue team, wouldn't we be doing good stuff?

Gengar:

いや。逆にそれがいい。 No. This is perfect, actually.

Gengar:

救助隊であることをタテマエにワルいことができる。 With the cover of a rescue team, you get to do bad stuff.

Medicham:

そりゃいいねぇ！なんだか急に夢が広がったよ！！ I like the sound of that! It's like a new world has opened up!!

Medicham:

でもアンタはそれでいいのかい？ Are you okay with that, though?

Gengar:

ケケッまあ楽しそうだしな。 Kekeh. Eh, could be fun.

Medicham:

アーボは？ Ekans?

Ekans:

オレはチャーレムさえよければかまわないよ。 I don't mind if you don't mind, Medicham.

Gengar:

ケケッ決まったな。 Kekeh. That's it, then.

Gengar:

じゃ悪の救助隊イジワルズ！ここに…… So, this marks the beginning of the rescue team of evil! Team...

Gengar:

……ってなんでイジワルズって名前なんだ？ ...What's with that Meanies name anyway?

Medicham:

あの時とっさに出ちゃったんだよ。 I just came up with it on the spot.

Medicham:

ホラ前にアンタがイジワルが楽しいとか言うもんだから。 Look, earlier you said something about how being mean is fun, alright?

Ekans:

オレはイヤじゃないぜ。イジワルズ！ I kinda like the name Team Meanies!

Gengar:

オマエオレにイジワルされたのにな！ケケッ！ You do remember I was the one being mean to you, right? Kekeh!

Medicham:

ところでアンタ今までつるんだりしたことは？ By the way, have you ever hung out like this before?

Gengar:

つるんだこと？ Hung out?

Medicham:

これまで仲間とかはいなかったのかい？ I mean, have you never had any friends before? (6)

Gengar:

………………。 ...

Gengar:

……いないね。オレひとりだ。 ...Nah. I'm alone. (7)

Gengar:

ケケッオレはずっと１匹だぜ。 Kekeh. I've always been by myself.

Medicham:

そうかい。アタシはずっとアーボといっしょだけど…… Oh, okay. I've always been with Ekans...

Medicham:

いいもんだよ。仲間がいるってのもね♪ Having friends is pretty nice, you know~♪

Gengar:

……………………。 ...

Ekans:

これからよろしくな！ゲンガー！ Now you're one of us, Gengar!

Gengar:

……ああ。 ...Yeah, sure.

Gengar:

それじゃ悪の救助隊イジワルズ！ここに誕生だ！ Alright, this marks the beginning of the rescue team of evil! Team Meanies!

Gengar:

ケケッ！オマエらこれからワルいこといっぱいがんばろう��！！ Kekeh! From now on, you two better do your best at doing your worst!

……仲間か…… ...Friends, huh...?

いいのか……見捨てたのに…… オレだけが…また…… Is this really... okay...? I left you behind... And now only I get to... (8)

ケケッまあいっか……！ Kekeh! Oh well...!

いいんだ…これで…… This is... fine...

Translation Notes:

1. In Japanese, Wynaut is called ソーナノ/Sōnano, which sounds like the phrase “そうなの?”, meaning “Is that so?”

Because of that, the Japanese version of Pokémon Mystery Dungeon will sometimes have Wynaut literally ask “Is that so?”

But aside from that, it also has him often say phrases that make use of particles like “nano” and other syllables that sound similar to those that make up his name.

I don’t think the English localization uses any specific equivalent of that, but I tried to adapt it here by having Wynaut occasionally say “why”, as long as it wasn’t changing the meaning of the lines too much.

2. Similar to the previous note, Wobbuffet’s Japanese name is ソーナンス/Sōnansu, which sounds like the phrase ”そうなんす!”, meaning “That’s the way it is!”

In case of Pokémon Mystery Dungeon, the joke with Wobbuffet in Japanese is that he appears to only ever say his own name, but since it’s also a phrase, he could simply be replying with that phrase.

In addition, he usually only ever says it during moments where it would be an appropriate response, so there is no real way to be certain if he’s just saying his name or genuinely talking.

This is completely lost in translation, and the English localization decided to have him always say “Wobbuffet!”, likely because of the iconic Wobbuffet from the anime.

In my translation here, I decided to go with “That’s the way it is!”, to have a little comparison that shows this alternate interpretation of him.

3. Here, Gengar uses the phrase アバヨ/abayo as he’s about to leave, which could be translated as “So long”.

I probably would have gone with that, but it’s actually a phrase Gengar uses several times in the game itself.

During its most prominent appearance, the English localization adapted it as “Good-bye to you“, so I used that for my translation, to keep the reference.

4. In this episode, a lot of the Mankey’s dialogue is almost identical to lines they say in the actual game.

Because of that, I used the official English localization’s take on them whenever possible.

5. This is a minor detail, but in Japanese the Mankey use the term クリのみ/kuri no mi here, which specifically refers to the fruit part of a chestnut.

The English localization adapted this as “peeled Chestnut”, which works fine in the game.

But in this situation, they’re talking about chestnuts that haven’t been peeled yet, so I had to use something else. I went with “sweet Chestnut”, since that’s a term used to refer to edible chestnuts in particular.

6. The word I adapted as “friends” here is 仲間/nakama in Japanese, which is not easy to translate.

It can mean “friends”, but it can also mean “partners”, “comrades”, “colleagues”, and the like.

In this context, I felt both “friends” and “partners” were equally fitting to use, and the English localization of the game does use both translations at different points.

After thinking it over for some time, I decided to go with “friends”, but just be aware that “partners” works just as well.

7. There is a subtle detail with Gengar’s line here, as well as the one right after.

When Gengar says "I'm alone", he uses the Japanese word ひとり/hitori, alternate spelling "一人", which does mean “alone”, but also literally means "one person".

To that, Medicham gives a short “?” reaction.

For the reference, in Japanese there are certain “counter” words, which are used to count things. Whenever you’re counting something, or listing the number of something, you use these “counters”.

And usually, “人” is the counter used for people.

After that, Gengar says the line I translated as “I’ve always been by myself”, in which he instead uses the wording 一匹/ippiki.

Now, “匹” is the counter used for small animals, and in this franchise, it’s also used for Pokémon.

When it comes to works of fiction in which non-human beings that talk appear, it varies from story to story what counter they use to refer to themselves. But in Pokémon Mystery Dungeon, the Pokémon do use “匹” as well.

So, to sum it up:

When referring to himself, Gengar first used a wording that’s usually meant to refer to people, but then switched to using a wording meant to refer to Pokémon, in this context.

8. This line is a bit difficult to adapt, since it’s slightly incomplete, and the grammar differences don’t allow for a direct translation.

The part I’m referring to specifically is “オレだけが…また…”, which I adapted as “And now only I get to...”

More literally, the Japanese line would mean something like: “Only I (missing part) again...”

I tried my best to convey the possible implications of that line in my translation, but it’s still not quite the same.

#pokemon mystery dungeon #pokemon mystery dungeon rescue team dx #pmd #rescue team dx #gengar #medicham #ekans #team meanies #video #my translations #Pokemon Mystery Dungeon Rescue Team DX Spoilers #pokemon mystery dungeon translations

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ri-translates · 5 years ago

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Translation: Itaru Chigasaki SSR [MANKAI Encore] - Encore: Lancelot Part 1

Things fall deeper down the KniRound rabbit hole as the Spring Troupe prepare for another set of KniRoun performances. Itaru receives a request...?

Part 2 || Part 3

Staff: Thank you for your hard work on the dress rehearsal. With that, we’ll be in your care for the main performance as well.

Izumi: Yes, thank you very much.

Sakuya: …..The KniRound performances and staff always have a different kind of air about them so I end up feeling nervous.

Izumi: Yeah. But this is also a good experience.

Now then, since we’ll get in the way of the staff, everyone move to the dressing rooms immediately-

Itaru: Dammit, another dupe.

Tsuzuru: He games right after it’s over, huh……

Masumi: Seriously, he rolls for gacha everywhere he goes.

Itaru: No matter what you say, I’m only pulling from this gacha banner until I get something. It’s been….10 pulls since the payment was charged.

Chikage: ...Well, it seems like he’s hiding his nervousness because it’s been a while since he acted as Lancelot.

Citron: That’s right. Itaru’s oblivious. [1]

Itaru: “Obvious,” I think. I don’t really think so, though. Rather than that, won’t you have a gacha contest with me, Senpai?

Chikage: I’ll refrain.

Itaru: An immediate reply. Even if I said the focus this time is Lancelot and Gawain?

Citron: Ohh, so that’s why. The KniRoun mobile game is doing a limited gacha for the IV version right now!

Itaru: That’s right. That’s why I wanted to see who’d win in pulling SSR Lancelot or SSR Gawain first.

Tsuzuru: I don’t think Itaru-san, who gets plenty of garbage pulls [2], is going to win against Chikage-san, though…..

Sakuya: But if it’s the KniRoun IV characters, it’d make you want them for sure! I want to pull for Morded too!

Masumi: Director getting Gareth...Aim to pull for me.

Izumi: I can only start if I install it in the first place.

Citron: What will you do, Chikage? Itaru’s always unlucky with gacha, you’d probably win!

Chikage: *sighs* ….It’ll be more of a pain to keep refusing, huh. I’ll go along with it until you give up.

Tsuzuru: I can only see the future with Itaru-san losing….

Itaru: Heh heh heh….It’ll be fine this time around. Right now, I am not the usual Itaru Chigasaki you know. “Why,” you ask? It’s because I am Lancelot.

Tonooka: Good work.

Itaru: Ugh.

Tonooka: Don’t make that blatantly disgusted face.

Izumi: I heard that you weren’t able to come to the local performance….

Tonooka: The truth is, I have a little something I’d like to discuss. Well, you must be hungry, so in the meantime let’s talk while eating the bentou.

Sakuya: This bentou has Yoichi Hoshii [3] written on it!

Citron: Ohh, a gift from God!

Itaru: For real?

Masumi: I’ve seen the name of this store before.

Chikage: A super famous shop known for its top quality yakiniku bentou, huh. Impressive.

Izumi: Thank you very much!

Tonooka: I’m glad you like it. …That’s right, the very Hoshii plans on seeing this theatre’s performance this time.

Itaru: …..

Citron: Itaru-san froze.

Sakuya: If Hoshii-san’s coming, then it’ll be nerve-wracking for sure….

Izumi: Itaru-san, are you all right?

Itaru: Oh, yeah, totally fine. Ahh, this meat is so chewy and delicious.

Chikage: That’s not meat, but a cucumber.

Tsuzuru: He’s not fine at all, is he.

Izumi: Speaking of which, earlier you mentioned there was something you’d like to discuss. Is it about Hoshii-san?

Tonooka: No...Actually, I’ve been tasked with PR activities for the stage play.

Itaru: Don’t tell me….

Tonooka: This time as well, I’d like to ask for “taruchi”’s cooperation in promoting-

Izumi: We decline.

Masumi: We said before that we won’t do it. Don’t make things difficult for the director.

Tonooka: Is that so?

Chikage: To begin with, I believe the clause in the contract was that we would not cooperate with promotional activities?

Tonooka: …..It was a joke. ーーKniRoun will be holding an official event nearby. Would everyone please be willing to show up for a little while?

Sakuya: Nearby?

Tonooka: It’s at a theme park modeled after a foreign castle, and the place was used for location hunting during KniRoun IV’s production. It’s a place Hoshii himself has an emotional attachment to, and because this event is a source of strength to our company, for these reasons I am asking you about it directly.

Tsuzuru: By “showing up,” more specifically, what should we do?

Tonooka: Wearing the costumes and walking around the premises should be plenty.

Izumi: …..What do you all think we should do?

Itaru: Well, it might be a good idea since it’ll also be a role study.

Chikage: So he says, but it’s just his otaku heart aching.

Masumi: He’s just an otaku.

Citron: But that’s why he’s Itaru.

Sakuya: If Itaru, the play’s leader, is fine with it, then I’m all for it!

Izumi: I understand. Then we’ll accept.

Tonooka: Thank you very much. Hoshii will also be thrilled.

Itaru: ….

Tsuzuru: I thought Itaru-san would be happier about it, but he’s surprisingly normal…..

Citron: He’s not really excited about it, huh.

Chikage: …..

TL notes and comments:

[1] Citron says バラバラ, which means loose or scattered. I used “oblivious” because with a little stretch, something loose or scattered -> head empty. It also flows into what Itaru says バレバレ meaning obvious or transparent.

[2] Tsuzuru says 物欲センサー出まくりの至さん, which can be translated literally to, “Itaru-san who gets lots of things from the greed sensor.” In other words, the gacha can sense what he wants and cuck him LOL I feel that

[3]星井陽一, the director of the KniRoun series.

slaps Itaru’s butt

Hi, nice to meet you! I’m Ri and I translate sporadically (mostly for I-chu). I pulled SSR B-day Itaru and figured I might as well translate the story as I read it.

Disclaimer: I am not an official translator. Please take my translations with a grain of salt.

Eng A3! will eventually catch up with something nicely localized, but until then, please enjoy! Parts 2 and 3 will be uploaded soon! EDIT: All parts are now up!

Part 2 || Part 3

#a3!#a3! translation #itaru chigasaki #citron #tsuzuru minagi #sakuya sakuma #chikage utsuki #masumi usui #spring troupe #chigasaki itaru #sakuma sakuya #utsuki chikage #usui masumi #minagi tsuzuru #itaru: mankai encore

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nochuuuenthusiast · 5 years ago

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paper-cut (prompt)

ahhh! i’m so glad that the prompt list that i posted is resulting in a lot of requests! thank you so much to everyone who requested something and hopefully my little fingers are fast enough to type all of these scenarios,,, but if i’m taking too long to post something, i’m so sorry!!! i’ll try my best to upload it as soon as possible, i promise ;)) so without further ado, here is prompt #8 which was: “let me kiss it better.” hope you enjoy!

*requests still open!

anon request: 8 form the prompts list, please (boyfriend!jungkook; idol!jungkook)

genre: fluff

rating: everyone (sfw); warning(s): one or two curse words

word count: 994

[1:16 am]

Your eyes were slowly becoming heavier and heavier as the night passed and it felt like you could fall asleep at any instant.

Jungkook decided to work on some GCF editing at his studio and because of the boredom that came with staying at home by yourself, you decided to tag along with him and wait until he finished... big mistake. When it came to tasks such as editing, Jungkook was a perfectionist... especially since he knew that what he edited was going to be released for his fans to see. And unfortunately, this forced your boyfriend to be very stubborn about everything he did. No matter how many times you reassured him that his videos looked stunning, he wouldn’t be satisfied until they were perfect in his eyes.

You had been sitting on the same sofa and in the same position for the past five hours now, and it was very evident that you wanted to go home and rest. Staring at Jungkook’s bright computer screen, you saw him rewind and edit the same shot of RM at least ten times, until you had had enough and decided to occupy yourself with something before you had the chance to fall asleep. Knowing Jungkook, you were going to be here for awhile.

“Jungkook-ah, are you almost done?” you asked, your voice raspy from not having talked in a few hours.

“Umm, almost... I just need to fix the saturation of some of these videos and I also need to fix some of the audio...” Jungkook said, croaking out a voice that sounded even raspier than yours.

“It’s late Jungkook... we need to go home soon,” you whined, feeling like you couldn’t endure this any longer. You rolled your eyes when you didn’t get a response back from your boyfriend but you didn’t think much of it, knowing that he didn’t want to respond since it could give you false hope.

I should have stayed at home today... I should be sleeping by now ...

Jungkook’s eyes were glued to the computer screen and it was times like these when you were saddened that Jungkook felt the obligation to create perfect content for ARMY. Although you knew that he wanted them to have the best, you were also concerned about the way he sacrificed his health regularly.

Sighing, you got up from the sofa, and reached over for the pile of magazines and papers on his small coffee table.

Might as well occupy myself for the time being. Waiting for Jungkook is taking wayyy too long.

You grabbed a VOGUE magazine and started to look through some of the catalogs, enjoying the display of skinny models and new fashion trends, but it wasn’t long until you accidentally gave yourself a paper-cut... a deep one too. You put some pressure on the cut, gripping your finger tightly as you saw the blood starting to pool near the cut

Shit! I can’t believe I just did that.

Not wanting to disturb Jungkook while he was working, you got up quietly from the sofa and started to look around for a band-aid before your bloody cut could stain his expensive furniture. But you weren’t so sneaky after all since he saw your reflection from his monitor and heard the squeaking that resulted from the opening and closing of some of his drawers... so in turn, he turned around from his chair to face your bent figure.

“What are you looking for??” he asked; confusion clearly written all over his face. You noticed his exhaustion by the dark bags sagging under his usual soft, doe eyes.

“A band-aid... but don’t mind me... I’ll find one eventually... you should go back to work, I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

Jungkook got up from his chair and you saw how the back of his head was flattened from leaning it against the back of his chair for too long and how the natural oils collected near the edges of his nostrils. Your height difference made it easy for him to tower over you; and as he approached you, his arm hovered past your head as he opened one of the top drawers of his cabinet, taking out a small band-aid.

“Did something happen? Why do you need a band-aid all of a sudden?” he asked with his head tilted slightly.

“Ahh~ it’s nothing... I was flipping through some magazines and I got a small paper-cut.”

With his head still tilted, he got a hold of your index finger, raised it so that he could take a better look at the cut, and started to unpeel the band-aid so that he could wrap it around the wound.

“Hey! Be careful, (y/n)... this looks deep... are you sure you’re okay?”

It was cute how concerned he seemed over a small paper cut. “I’m fine, really. It’s not a big deal...” you replied as he finished wrapping your finger.

“Let me kiss it better,” And with that, you saw Jungkook’s lips graze over the rough exterior of the band-aid, ensuring you that his kiss would heal your cut.

“Better now?” he asked as he looked up, making eye contact with you which made your heart flutter.

“A little bit better... but I think another kiss would make it heal entirely...” you said. “But on my lips this time...” Smirking, you puckered your lips and closed your eyes, ready and expecting Jungkook to dive in for a peck. But after feeling his finger on your lips instead, you opened your eyes, disappointed that you didn’t get what you wanted.

“How about, I finish this edit and I can give you a kiss on the way back home?” he smiled goofily, knowing damn well that you were too impatient to wait for your kiss.

“UGH Jeon Jungkook!! Why are you like this?!” you groaned.

“I’m almost done! I promise...” And with that, he plopped back on his chair, determined to keep his promise.

#bts #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #fluff #bts fluff #jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #prompt #prompt list #boyfriend jungkook #boyfriend bts #jungkook au #bts scenario #jungkook scenario #btsbookclub

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darkestwolfx · 5 years ago

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Rigged for Disaster - Re-Review #50

So, ‘Inferno’ has been posted about fifteen minutes ago, and this should now be posted like I have scheduled! Due to CITV changing the episode air times, again, the Re-Review Series will be returning to it’s original 6:30pm upload time. Except today, there are two. Inferno was like a bonus, and this is the actual episode that aired.

Unfortunately, as I’m still working, I didn’t really have the time to write two for you today, but I’ve managed to do it by making this one a little shorter (and possibly rushed), so if things are missing, I apologise (but you did get two, so forgiveness?) and I may well come back and edit at a later point.

So, first off, I adore the fish in the opening shot! But I couldn’t find a decent picture of him :(

Secondly, anyone else getting TOS ‘Atlantic Inferno’ vibes?

“The crew’s worried about that storm, boss!”

“They should be more worried about their jobs! Tell them to get back to work.”

Well, this guy can be added to the Hall of Shame set up in my last review.

“Flying car?”

Yep. She’ll teach you a lesson mate.

“Ready Parker?”

“Ready, M’Lady.”

These two, are always ready.

“Rig Supervisor Malloy, I assume.”

Malloy, from ‘Brink of Death’ (TOS)...

“She’s no hordinary do-gooder, mate. ‘ere’s the contract to prove hit.”

“What my driver means to say, is I’ve just become the owner of this oil rig.”

“Is she for real?”

“Yes. I am. And my first order of business is to decommission oil production on this dreadful rig. It’s a disaster just waiting to happen. And hazardous for everyone on board.”

Well, since you’ve said it Lady Penelope, shall we just dive in?

“Oooh-wah! *Rig breaks apart and guy falls to the floor (is the eye patch coincidence or do we think he’s lost an eye on this rig?* I’m ok!”

Point proven. Disaster #1 (although a minute one)

“That’s the overboard alarm system.”

I’m honestly surprised - with the state of this rig - that they have one, and even more so that it works!

“Someone’s gone over the edge!”

“Help!

Disaster #2. Look at her, hanging on and screaming for dear life. That’s obviously what you get for siding with the “New Boss” when your old boss is a little like a pirate criminal.

“Parker, have you driven one of those before.”

“hI can drive hanything, Miss.”

“Take it down. Ahh! Parker!”

“Sorry. ‘ard to get the knack for this hone.”

Thought you said you could drive anything, Parker? I had complete and utter faith in you, as well.

Speaking of Kayo as well, why is she there? She just turned up out of the Shadows. Makes sense I suppose.

Anyhow, onto Disaster #3. Fire!

“Steady Sherbet.”

“Woah Parker!”

“Sorry, M’Lady! This his heaven ‘arder than the last hone.”

Yeah, maybe next time we should say almost anything. To be strictly correct.

“hIs hit supposed to sound like that?”

“No! Get to the other side now!”

Sherbet! Did you see Parker’s face at the little paws scrabbling for purchase.

“hUp we go!”

“Parker, you saved Sherbet!”

“We’ve hall make mistakes, M’Lady. Get hoff!”

You can tell the level of affection has changed though. Parker doesn’t really mean that anymore.

And that was Disaster #4.

“International Rescue, we have a situation.”

“That looks more like a disaster than a situation.”

Thank you, Virgil.

“You’ve got to evacuate before the whole thing goes under.”

“The submerged platform is damaging the pipe.”

“We’re talking thousands of barrels worth of oil spilling into the ocean.”

Disaster #5 in the making.

“I’m going to remain on board and keep the pipe safe. As they say, the owner always goes down with the rig.”

“I don’t think anyone says that.”

“Well they should.”

“Parker, fire up FAB One.”

“Right haway, M’Lady.”

“So, he’s good to drive?”

“This one’s a little more his style.”

A lot more his style, thank you. And I think Parker probably could drive most things. Just not things you find on an oil rig.

“It worked! The platform has stopped sinking.”

“Something’s popping hup hon the hinfrared sensor. Crikey! There’s people inside.”

And here comes Disaster #6.

Where’s Virgil? We could really do with him right about now.

“But Mr Gordon’s the honly hone with that sort of diving equipment.”

The look on her face was enough to say that Parker was wrong. I wonder why Brains was making her a diving suit... Hmm?

So, we’ve got Doyle using the crane, and Kayo assisting with Thunderbird Shadow, whilst Parker is dog-sitting and Lady Penelope is going for swim. I think that covers it in like the three minutes-ish I have left to type all of this.

“M’Lady, hI’ve got hevery faith hin you, but that new heva suit ‘asn’t been tested.”

“And I can’t think of a better time to try it. Who knew Brains had such an eye for fashion.”

It does look kinda fashionable. Look at Sherbet! He always looks fashionable too.

*Bark Bark*

“hOh no! M’Lady, something is coming this way! Something big!”

“Well that is rather distressing.”

My advice - as someone who cannot swim and really doesn’t big bodies of water - get back in the car. Fast.

Or just ignore me and hang on for dear life. That works.

“Don’t worry, Sherbet, she’ll be hokay. hI ‘ope.”

She always is. In fact, all of you are. You’re a pretty good team. Although the upset when they think they’ve lost her and then the hand on the window. Love this scene.

“hAwww, she’s making me blush.”

Thunderbird Shadow really can do a bit of heavy lifting. A bit. I mean, the crane struggled and Shadow’s engines struggled and the platform tumbled.

“I can’t hold it any longer. It’s pulling me down.”

It was nice to see TAG try and write a rescue for Kayo though, although they definitely wrote her ship more for bad guy chasing, not even dual purpose.

“Without the crane there’s nothing we can do!”

“Anyone need a lift?”

So Virgil arrives to save the day by doing some heavy lifting - and dissing of Kayo’s ship.

“It can barely fly, let alone lift anything.”

It’s a true observation based on previous efforts, but the idea to use Shadow as grip does actually work. I will admit I was skeptical.

“It worked!”

It did! Magically all of the above Disaster’s were fixed or averted! How grand is that!

Honestly, I’m sorry I couldn’t write anymore (or all of this in a better way), but my fingers are tired from trying to type quickly without making any typos so this is what it is.

See you all tomorrow!

#thunderbirds are go #Rigged for Disaster #Darkestwolfx #Re-Review Series #Scott Tracy #john tracy #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #alan tracy #Lady Penelope #Parker #Sherbet #FAB One #Kayo #Rosamund Pike #David Graham #Angel Coulby

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aislinceivun · 4 years ago

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Hi! I know that you’ve said that you won’t continue with the sequel planned for Wandering Bird, but I was wondering if I could inquire on what you might’ve written? It’s just, I really adore your fic; can’t get it out of my head actually (so I’m so sorry if I’m being insensitive!) You mentioned once that you were going to do a POV from Arthur Gwen and Morgana- does that mean they (Morgana and Gwen specifically) had an idea of Merlin’s fate? Could Arthur “see” Merlin during his adventures? Part 1

Part 2: (Again, I apologize for my questions-your story just has so many interesting plot points!!) How would Bonnie and Co interact/react to Arthur’s return? Why couldn’t Freya interact much with Merlin; Was it a lack of magic, interference or something else? Somewhat weird question: but did you have anything in mind for Merlin’s Vigil Night? (If he can get one poor dear). (Gushing continued in third ask I’m so sorry)

Part 3: I loved how you showed Arthur considering legal reforms before his death-and the Phoenix as the emblem? *Chef’s Kiss* Was the creation of the phoenix’s later on a reference to that? Random aside: I really adored how badass you made Merlin, without making him too edgy or dark, you know? Also I really loved the many prophecies/legends surrounding just Merlin as “Emrys”! I adore literally everything about Aithusa, and her final scene made me bawl (also your art is gorgeous!) You’re amazing!

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Don’t ever apologize for asking questions about fics! Even if they’re old fics the author doesn’t plan on returning to, these kind of asks can really make their day and I’m sure 98% of the time they’ll just be over the moon that someone still thinks so much about their work :D I am!!

I still get emotional thinking about Aithusa, so I’m super glad her storyline made you feel so deeply. And that yuo liked Merlin’s portrayal and the lore about him! And thea art! Ahh, just, thank you! 🥰

Unfortunately, I no longer have my original outlines and the roughly 15k I’ve written due to my old laptop crashing, and it’s been 7 years (oh my gosh how) so I no longer remember the details. Which is too bad - I have several abandoned fics in my mother tongue, and I always uploaded summaries of what was supposed to happen to provide some kind of closure to readers. I can’t do that properly with Wandering, but I’ll try my best!

Putting the rest under a cut. :)

Feathers was inteded to be a series of 7 fics: 3 long main stories and 4 shorter (8-15k) standalone side-stories. The graphics are pretty much the only thing I still have left x’D

You know this one, 75k of how Merlin spends those roughly 1500 years between the end of the show and Arthur’s rebirth. Then, the stuff that never got finished:

The Gwen POV side story, set during ch1 of Wandering. Focused on Gwen dealing with Arthur’s death, managing the kingdom and working on abolishing discrimination against magic users. Also getting together with Leon after a few years.

The Morgana POV one, at parts corresponding to ch1 and ch2 of Wandering. Honestly, I’m no longer sure about the details, but the early parts were supposed to explain and detail show canon, and then... I think I meant to bring her back in as a literal bird. With the life span of it, just keeping her consciousness, so she can watch what happens in the world. She probably watched over Aithusa, too, and Merlin, and IDK but the goal was to show her thoughts and eventually give her character justice and closure.

The Arthur POV one. He was kept in some kind of otherworldly, underwater palace-like place and could only interact with Freya, really, but he did get constant flashes of Merlin - especially where he was near Albion. This short was supposed to be very dream-like, as time works differenetly in that place. It’s kind of like when you’re half-asleep, y’know? So Arthur didn’t really live those 1500 years like Merlin did, but he followed his journey, in a way. When Freya “woke him up” at the end, they did have a conversation about it. He lost these memories when he was reborn. (But he still often dreams of water and a kind lady)

The next big one! Set in 2012, this would’ve started with Arthur & Merlin going to uni and “meeting each other” and ended with Arthur finally regaining his memories. Merlin kept away from him while Arthur was growing up, you see - aside from that one time when he learnt that by pure chance, Ray (who became a PE teacher) ended up being one of lil’ Chris/Arthur’s teachers. As old man Emrys, he got himself some history teaching shtick because he wanted to see how Arthur was doing, but he quickly realized that this is not going to work, what with him being in love with the man Arthur is going to become. xD So he left after a few months, and kept away from Arthur. (But kept pestering Ray with questions :D)

Anyway, when Arthur goes to uni (by this point, he exclusively goes by ‘Arthur’ btw, dropping Christopher) Merlin magics himself back into his eighteen year old form and gets enrolled in the same school. Agatha and Mike would have had prominent roles as basically Merlin’s sidekicks. Aggie is especially close with him, after him mentoring her about magic all her life.

Arthur has no memories either of his old life or about the years spent with Freya, so the dynamic at first is pretty much show S1. Most of the angst would have come from Arthur finally wanting to get together with Merlin but Merlin pulling away because there’s just too much Arthur doesn’t know; how is he supposed to be together with him when he’s hiding so much, lying so much? This Arthur is pure and free of the tragedies of the past, and maybe it’d be best if Merlin left him alone... But something must be happening - something the world needs Arthur for, if he slept through WWI and WWII but NOW fate decided to send him back...

Anyways, he would have gotten back his memories aroud the end of this instalment. Cue a lot of crying from Merlin’s part.

The last big one, a direct sequel to With Memories. A lot of recap and talking in the early parts, Merlin and Arthur reconciliating who they were in the past with who they are in the present and who they wanna be in the future.

There was a Big Bad of some kind of malicious magical origin (not necessarily a person, but an “end of the world” kind of thing/entity. It was 2012 after all. Little did we knew the real shit was coming 8 years later It was revealed that Arthur had magic himself, plenty of it - he couldn’t use it, at all, but he wielded a lot of pure magic, maybe related to how he was basically marinated in magic-juice for over fifteen centuries and how his soul was pushed back into the world xD There was a lot of magical and dragon-related lore to be revealed. The Phoenixes came back to play a part in resolving the Big Bad, too. But it’s all very hazy. What I do remember is that to fix the Big Bad, Merlin AND Arthur had to hold their Vigil Night, in a way - not dying, god now, but both of them hand to give all their combined magic back to earth. This resulted in the Big Bad no longer happening and Merlin losing his immortality =)

After figuring out their shit in the first half, they were pretty much together, btw. Learning each other in a new way. Arthur digged Merlin’s Phoenix emblem tattoo, that’s for sure. A lot of communication was needed, especially because it wasn’t easy for Arthur to understand Merlin’s grief (sometimes, Merlin looked so old despite the young form he wore; sometimes he felt ancient, and Arthur was a bit scared in his presence - not scared of Merlin, but scared of how to measure up to him, reach him, help him.) And Merlin had to understand that even with his old memories, Arthur wasn’t exactly that Arthur, the king - he had a life of his own in the present, a new identity, and it was unfair of Merlin to expect him to be the same. They no doubt talked a lot about Merlin’s lived experiences, his lost ones, Aithusa. (Merlin never stopped wearing the pendant made of Aithusa’s scale)

Happy end, of course :)

Well, that was a lot of vaaaague stuff, but hopefully gave you an idea? Bonnie wasn’t around too much, though I’m sure I’d have included some scenes with her. She probably didn’t met Arthur until Together Again. Aggie liked him fine but kept teasing him and she could be a bit harsh, what with her being so overprotective of Merlin. Mike and Arthur got along really well. Arthur was shocked when he was first fully introduced to the whole family and was met with his old PE teacher AND that brought up the fact Merlin attempted to teach him for a few months xDD

Buuuuut.... this was still just 6, eh?

Last instalment, another side oneshot, and a prequel to the whole series. Kilgharrah’s POV. Set a few generation’s before Uther’s rein, elaborating on some of the lore and backstories revealed in Together Again. (all of which I no longer remember, rip) I know we’d have met an ancestor of both Merlin and Arthur through Kilgharrah: Aurelius Ambrosius, who does some good deed to Kilgharrah, and the dragon blesses him - after this, the man takes the name Pendragon. And Coel, who was a dragon lord, husband to Ystradwal high priestess. Coel had a cheerful and kind personality, and he was the first human Kilgharrah came to like. They became friends. Coel was supposed to be Merlin’s grandfather, I think. Kilgharrah and his mate were expecting their first egg to hatch when Uther’s purge started, and that was pretty much the end of this short =(

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All I have left aside from these is some tidbits of dialogue from the single file on the sequels I have:

“Whoa, Merlin, slow down. I can’t follow you.”

“I’m different from you. Okay? I’m not... I wasn’t... I didn’t reincarnate. I’m not a reincarnation of the original Merlin. I am the original Merlin. Do you understand? I never... Look, I never died.”

“You are. The same Merlin." Merlin nods. "The same Merlin who mucked out my horses and saved me countless times and magicked his way into my life.”

“I’m afraid, sire.”

The title comes without a conscious thought, and when he realizes, his heart twists and cracks.

Arthur just stares at him.

“So? Who are you guys, then?”

“I wasn’t lying about them. They are family. No! Gods, no, not like that,” he adds quickly upon seeing Arthur’s widening eyes.

“He’s our magical fairy godfather,” Mike and Aggie say in perfect union, completely straight-faced.

“The only times I was really miserable were the very first few hundred years, and later the roughly three centuries that followed Aithusa’s death. For the rest of the time, I wasn’t completely alone, and that... helped. A lot. But... it was hard. I hated how everyone I cared for withered away and died before my eyes, so I tried to keep people away for a long time. I was lonely, but that kept me safe from heartbreak. At least, that’s what I’d thought.

“But then I met Bonnie, and as I watched her grow up and start a family - a family that welcomed me - I realised how foolish I was for attempting to condone myself to a solitary life and deny myself the warmth of others’ love.”

Arthur wipes a hand over his face. “Owning a magical heritage but no apparent talent to use it... Just. Great. I’m a fucking Quibble!”

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Phew!! What a trip down memory lane xD And I actually remembered more than I thought I would, so that’s nice. Thank you for enabling me to ramble and recall some stuff a really liked about this verse. I hope I was able to give you some closure! Cheers!♥

#anon #ask answer #/#//#///#merlin #merthur #fic related #Like a Forever Wandering Bird #omg I rambled so much #you know what I might link this post at the end of Wandering #just in case any other late newcomers like you would like to know about The Continuation That Never Was #long post #geez IDK why the cut isn't showing up if you check my blog directly #sorry those who're not seeing this on your dash #=/

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comicteaparty · 5 years ago

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March 28th-April 3rd, 2020 Creator Babble Archive

The archive for the Creator Babble chat that occurred from March 28th, 2020 to April 3rd, 2020. The chat focused on the following question:

How many hours do you work on your comic per week, and how do you manager to balance that with other responsibilities?

Holmeaa - working on WAYFINDERS

heheh So we are.. cheating a bit Both me and my coworker are unemployed, and is working on hour comic, like was it a full time job. It is our passion project, and dream that we can work and live of makeing comics. In Denmark you can apply for grants from the government, but you need to have releashed a book before that is possible. We are useing the comic, to show potentional clients in the future what we can do. For now we are working on it from 09:00-17:00 ish (with a long lunch break) while applying for other kinds of grants, and also does all the things we are supposed to to get our unemplyment money, and searching for jobs, and freelance gigs, gathering the courage to start our own small company (not right now though) and yeaah time will tell

carcarchu

@Holmeaa - working on WAYFINDERS that doesn't sound like cheating to me? more like using the tools at your disposal to turn your passion into a viable career

Holmeaa - working on WAYFINDERS

hehe it feels a little like cheating! there are some debates about if it is okay or not, but we think that strengthening our skills is a good use of our time

eli [a winged tale]

Haha also not cheating! It’s great you’re using the time to chase the dream I’m curious what’s your breakdown for those time working on the comic? As for me, usually 1-2 hours a day with a bit more on the weekend if time permits. These days with the quarantine it’s about 2-3 h a day

DanitheCarutor

Since I'm unemployed until who knows when I've been working on my comic between 40-50 hours a week about 6 to 7 days a week... most weeks. Some days, like update day or chore day, I hardly work on the comic or don't work on it at all. Admittedly I'm not the best at balancing drawing with other responsibilities, sometimes I get so into it that I forget about daily house chores, other weeks I do the opposite and only do house chores which makes me totally behind of comic stuff. I can't seem to find a good middle ground, it always turns into completely focusing on one or the other.

eli [a winged tale]

Yeah when I get in the zone, time flies and life gets put to the wayside

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

So I have no school or work, so the webcomic has become almost a fulltime project for me

I average about 10 hours per day working on it, not counting on chores and exercise

Another thing I worry about is the possibility of carpal tunnel syndrome, which is why I've been relentless with exercise, too

I guess it's just a combination of relentless reminders and also sheer willpower that gets me to do other responsibilities haha

@eli [a winged tale] also I know that feeling

Joichi [Hybrid Dolls]

So since my school had to cancel, I have to be more responsible for my online course. Sometimes I give myself 2 days off each week to work more into my upcoming webcomic but I have to switch my mind for school work, online classes. Also extra time for food. I need to get back into exercise or I feel exhausted more easily. I keep a wall schedule so that I make it a routine to write what I'll do every 3 or 5 days, to keep my active brain reminded(edited)

LadyLazuli (Phantomarine)

I spent the majority of last year (fun)employed (partially by choice, partially not! my previous job let me go rather unceremoniously... and I needed a hiatus anyway... so it worked out) so I poured a lot more hours into that chapter of Phantomarine than I usually did. I worked on it almost every day - at least for a couple of hours, but sometimes up to a full eight-hour day. That number has dipped tremendously since I’ve gone back to work, but I’m spreading the same amount of time out in a broader way. I’m trying to get a good buffer during my hiatus, so I can work and draw in a healthy balance. I don’t have crazy overtime at my current job like I did at my last one, so that’s already a comfort. I’m confident I’ll be able to hit a good stride once the comic returns in June (edited)

eli [a winged tale]

Can’t wait Lady!!

Feather J. Fern

Two part time jobs, and school killed my comic, but I been working on getting one panel done a day, which is around 30minutes to an hour if possible.

eli [a winged tale]

My routine used to be rendering on the commute but now just once in am and once pm until this limbo time is clarified

That’s awesome Feather! It’s so rewarding when everything comes together after putting effort everyday

Feather J. Fern

Once school is done in two more weeks I will be more free to do things so I hope to get maybe two panels done in a day XD

Online school, stupid quarantine

Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)

Due to the pandemic im mostly off school and my part time job so i spend like 4-5 hours on my comic per day. Still would like try to get a page done per day but lmao digital painting is slowwww

eli [a winged tale]

What’s everyone’s tips for breaks/stretches/balance? I feel like I certainly need to revisit these to avoid burnout and continue feeling motivated!

Feather J. Fern

Actually there was a cool manga artist who's tip was literally he only worked working hours. His mornings are free and since manga was his job, he worked form 12-6, giving him 2 hours to do other work he needs to get done, and takes morning walks and stuff.

Another person I know had "No working weekends" as a thing becuase they are a freelancer.

I personally have try to make sure I ahve a routine, and actually, stretch before drawing.

Streetch before, during a break, and then after, to keep that body nice and warmed up

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Health-wise there's this hing for your : every 20 minutes, look at something 20 feet away for 20 seconds. I'm not good at following this, but when I do it, it helps a lot.

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

Despite the current pandemic, my work-life hasn't changed much (unless you count stress getting in the way). I am currently "unemployed," but I do consider comicking my full-time job. I am also not very good at balancing work and life. Something's always gotta give. Last year, I worked at a job that basically ruined my ability to work on my comic. I worked 30-40 hours typically, ruined my sleep schedule, took work home sometimes, and was constantly exhausted. This is what resulted in my year and a half long hiatus, and it's what drove me to work like hell on my comic when I quit. Now (when I'm in the groove and not suffering from art block), I typically spend 60-70 hours on my comic and get 2-3 pages done: - 30 hours sketching (I know, ridiculous) - 5 hours filling in base colors - 20-25 hours painting - 5 hours adding text, speech bubbles, sfx, and finishing touches - 1-2 hours formatting for Webtoon I also spend some time throughout the week typing up the script, doing concept art for things coming in the future of the comic, and preparing for conventions, but I can't tell you exactly how much time.

eli [a winged tale]

Thanks for the breakdown! I’m always keen to learn from everyone and seeing how the workflow is like for different people

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

oh don't forget to do wrist stretches!

eli [a winged tale]

Ahh formatting time is always so tedious for me!

Yes wrist exercises! Any recommendations?

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

hmmm well the easiest one is literally just shaking it out

like every hour

and I also like to hold my arm out parallel, point my fingers up and using my other hand to pull the fingers back so i'm stretching the wrist

then I point the fingers down and pull on the fingers until my wrist is stretching

eli [a winged tale]

Awesome. Will be adopting those!

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

I'm pretty fast. 2-6 hours per page, depending on how detailed it is. Average of 3-4. I could probably do 2 pages/ week easily enough, but don't want to do more than that. I'm the kind of person who always needs to be doing a million different things. I need to leave time for my other hobbies and my paintings and my academics and extracurriculars. Otherwise I'd get burnt out doing one thing only

Holmeaa - working on WAYFINDERS

@eli [a winged tale] So since it is both me and @Q (Wayfinders: Off Course) working, we start with working on a rough each, our goal is one step (so rough, ink, color) for two pages pr day, pr person. So in a weak the goal is four finished pages a week, and then we upload 3 pages per week. So it is divided that in the morning we start at 09:00 in the morning, maybe checking mail, being practical or whatever. Then we work until 12:00 were we eat lunch, go for a long nice walk and then we go back to work between 13:00 and 14:00 ish and then work until 17:00 when we begin to prepare dinner. Then of course breaks inbetween

Q (Wayfinders: Off Course)

It’s pretty wild to be able to dedicate your entire day to comics like that

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

damn you all work fast

do you guys have any tips on how to work on a webcomic faster?

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

Lol, I wish!

Still looking for those magical secrets

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

@shadowhood (SunnyxRain) You know the 80-20 rule? You can get 80% of the result with 20% of the effort? My comic is very messy if you zoom in. I don't spend time making sure the linework or the coloring is perfectly clean. Also, I'm pretty fast at drawing figures. I used to practice figure drawing a lot by rushing to draw strangers irl before they moved, or by drawing a bunch of fast figures from the free figure drawing model websites online. I've also taken a figure drawing course (didn't even have to pay because it was part of my university! Even if you don't have that option you can probably find free life drawing sessions on Meetup or similar!) which really helped me streamline my process for drawing people

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

Oh I see! Yes, I used to take life drawing classes too! And your response makes me feel a lot better

I tend to be a bit messy with inking, and since i'm a perfectionist a lot of my time is wasted on editing/clean up

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

I've seen cronaj draw, and while I think the results look excellent, I think her method is a kind of inefficient. She draws like a printer, nearly finishing one detailed body part before moving on the the next. I think maybe if she drew in a more classical way, going from a gesture drawing to progressively more detailed, it might help her be faster and her poses more cohesive and dynamic. Maybe working on 1 or 5 min figures would help? Practicing things like this?

eli [a winged tale]

Yeah I try to do figure practices for efficiency

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

I heard that there are some online life drawing vids you can follow too

but what are your experiences with online life drawing vids versus the real thing

like is there a real difference?

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

found some of my old 1 minutes

To me there's not too much difference

I've heard some people say that life drawing is either way easier or way harder though. Because of your depth perception when looking at a real person

But the bruises on my legs can attest to my horrid depth perception haha. That might be why I don't notice a difference

Actually those previous sketches might be 30 seconds? I don't remember

I would recommend you try both but right now we pretty much only have the online option haha

eli [a winged tale]

Yeah I’ve done both and I think irl creates complexity with depth and the interactions with others etc is helpful but online is my go to for flexibility

I think having a process streamlined will make things more efficient. The downside is that it might feel tedious and I do switch it up from time to time for variety

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

Might feel uncomfortable but that's how you know you're improving

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

There is a TON of difference for me. I HAVE to look at a physical model in front of me.

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

Can't get better if you always do the same things

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

This is what my brain does.

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

I wonder- could drawing yourself in a mirror be a decent substitute?

If youre lucky you might also be able to ask an SO or roommate to model for you. Should probably pay them back by cooking for them or something though

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Brain: sees a real model in front of me Brain: translates 3D to 2D, result: drawing Brain: sees a photo/video of a model Brain: SHIT. That's supposed to be 3D, isn't it? Brain: Translates 2D to 3D (basically re-constructing it in my head, or attempting to re-construct) so that it can translate it back to 2D Brain: BSOD

There's some online resources out there that have "3D" photos... you know, two near-identical images side by side, so if you look at it cross-eyed, it becomes 3D?

But I can't do those because I get a headache X'D

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

Just thinking about drawing from that makes me dizzy

eli [a winged tale]

Oh interesting!

Yeah maybe looking out the window to draw people would be the way to go...

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

But maybe figure drawing in VR exists?

eli [a winged tale]

Balcony figure drawings

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

I live on the top floor so those are going to be some very small figures

eli [a winged tale]

For ants

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Once this coronavirus thing is over, there's lots of ways you can do gesture drawings from just random people -- bus stops, cafes, museums (I have not done this, but people who have done this report this is really good because others assume you're drawing the artworks. XD)

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

I've done this a lot

Sometimes I've even shown people drawing of themselves if they've turned out particularly nice

They've always taken it well

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

I like drawing my professors because they use hand gestures a lot when they talk

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Airport was REALLY good for finding people stuck in one pose indefinitely

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

they alwayas laugh when I show them

eli [a winged tale]

Shadow omg I do that too

Draws classmates

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

yeah the only issue i have with drawing classmates

is that they're always doing the "i'm using my phone" pose

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Become the master of drawing people on their phones

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

Maybe try drawing children on the playground?

This works better if you're a woman

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

oh thank jesus

I also like going to the zoo or the museum

or the aquarium if i'm feeling adventurous

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

I am a University student so I also have some pretty interestng drawings of people asleep in weird poses

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

I really need to start going to weekly figure drawing sessions once this is over (there's one here... 20 min drive... 8AM Saturdays )

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

ditto or just go to the park and draw

and @Eightfish (Puppeteer) I've had some.....weird poses from all my profs

one guy was incredibly hard to draw; he was VERY enthusiastic about showing us knife skills

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

The parks here are too spacious, to a degree where it's weird to get close enough to people

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

Bring binoculars

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

Don't worry ma'am I'm an artist

nothing sketchy

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

(except my sketch)

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

A+ pun right there

another place to go for figure drawing

theaters

like.....opera/plays

I once tried drawing the men dancing in the Newsies musical

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

Tried that once, but it took me out of the performance

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

same i was dazzled by dancing men

aaaaand then i abandoned sketching at all when they started throwing newspaper strips into the audience

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

But they were giving you free paper!

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

THEY WERE

i'll take what i can get

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

@Eightfish (Puppeteer) While I agree that my method of drawing is "inefficient," I do not draw like a printer. There are videos of people drawing like a printer and it's not what I'm doing. I have done gesture drawing before, but it always looked incredibly abstract, and not quite like people, which is fine, but not what I'm going for. I treat gesture drawing like a warm-up exercise. It doesn't really do anything for my end result, but gets my drawing muscles stretched out.(edited)

eli [a winged tale]

Gesture drawings are definitely a good warmup!

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

Perhaps it was an inappropriate analogy. What works for me I guess wouldn't work for everyone. I was trying to offer advice because whenever you talk about how much time you spend on art and you work life balance it's commendable but also dismaying. I hope you find something that works for you in the future

sssfrs (JOE IS DEAD)

Oh god.. I sometimes work 6 hours a day. I guess thats like 30 hours a week? Crazy to think about, it's like a full job

Oooh you guys are sharing figure drawings... I swant to show some of mine

Behold

sssfrs (JOE IS DEAD)

My figure drawing usually breaks down into like, medical anatomy study. I feel like I understand body shapes better by including the muscles & bones

carcarchu

ABS the most important figure study

Deo101 [Millennium]

ah figure drawing? I love figure drawing ^^

I do like a lot but this kinda thing is most of it

anyways as for the question at hand, I do a lot of different things for my comics weekly. My millennium pages take me 2-6 hours i would say, but I also have patreon things I need to do so I'd say i spend 10-15 hours on it a week. for my other comic, I spend about 6 hours an update, and it updates every other week. but honestly, all of my free time goes to assorted comics. If i'm not working on school work or chatting with people, I'm working on things for patreon, potential merch, or other comics I want to start sometime.

sssfrs (JOE IS DEAD)

Oooh nice poses!!’

Deo101 [Millennium]

thanks!! I have a ton of gesture/figure drawings but these ones are my most recent that I have saved to my computer i think

10 minutes im pretty sure. very good for speeding up

sssfrs (JOE IS DEAD)

Those look really nice, good values

Deo101 [Millennium]

thanks ^^ I really hate working in charcoal honestly, it kinda always winds up hurting my body somehow, but its very quick sooooooo

kayotics

My answer for the prompt question has changed a lot since I started quarantine lmao... I used to do about 10 hours of work throughout the week on my comic page (usually after work, I have an office job) but ironically it’s gotten harder while I work from home. I’ve been struggling to find time since I don’t have a separation between work and home now, and putting the boundaries up of “I’m not always available” to coworkers is difficult.

Also on figure studies: they’re a great way to practice speed. I use the concepts of figure drawings all the time.

RebelVampire

@kayotics As someone who always works from home doing remote contract work, I have to say I think this is something a lot of people underestimate about work at home life. In that it's sometimes really difficult to establish boundaries with ppl and make them understand you aren't always available and also aren't gonna work billions of hours of overtime. So I'm sorry to hear that's affecting your comic work.

Shadowmark Productions

I work anywhere from 6-8 hours a day on comic stuff. That’s an average though. Sometimes I slack and need to pull all nighters to make up for it. Yes, I am terrible at time management. They say entrepreneurs are the only people willing to work 80 hours a week for themselves so they do not have to work 40 hours a week for someone else. I guess webcomic creators are the only people willing to work 80+ hours a week so that they can... go to work for someone else afterwards

AntiBunny

4 days of procrastinating, 1 of procrastinating and hating myself, and 2 of actual comic drawing seems to make up my weekly comic making schedule. :p

sssfrs (JOE IS DEAD)

I can only imagine how stressed I would be if I forced myself to update weekly

Cap’n Lee (Flowerlark Studios)

This is a hard question to answer because it varies a lot depending on my energy levels. Ideally I’d spend several hours a day on comics, but realistically I draw as much as possible when I have the energy (5+ hours a day for as many days in a row as I can handle it) and then go weeks or months too tired to do comics. On average, barring any long periods of exhaustion or other interruptions from RL, I spend about 20+ hours a week making pages for my comics.

sagaholmgaard

I prefer to work on my comic for about an hour ever morning and maybe 2-3 hours in the evening, that's the ideal routine for me. Right now I sadly have a lot of schoolwork to do (writing my thesis) so i might get less than 30 minutes in the morning and then feel rlly tired in the evening so I dont get as much time then either. but oh well!

I can still work for 4-5 hours on the weekends so I manage ^^(edited)

chalcara [Nyx+Nyssa]

The whole stay-indoors order's currently completely wrecked my pattern, but before that I did between 3-4 hours a day.

Shadowmark Productions

Can’t imagine the stress of a daily or even weekly posting schedule. Hats off.

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anothers-trash-my-treasure · 6 years ago

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Bittersweet - Chapter Three

I’m always uploading these chapters at like 1 AM but I did this instead of studying. Inspired by my own hangover (this shit lasted two days I swear, don’t drink kids). Enjoy this one!

Pairing: Merriell Shelton / Reader (femme)

Warnings: I don’t think soooooooo, lemme know if I should change this.

Word Count: 2797

Tag List: @elliotmercury @r-ahh-mi @the-almond-dinger @ahkmenrami1205 @itsme690 @xoa-lex

Let me know if you want to be tagged or if I forgot to tag anyone I’m sorry, I have a bad memory, just remind me and I’ll actually write it down lol.

I close the door behind me with a heavy sigh. The disappointment sits heavy on my shoulders at the way Merriell and I’s perfect day came to an end. A million questions circle my head but I don’t get more than a few seconds to contemplate them before Chloe is breathing down my neck about it.

“So?” she asks excitedly, “tell me everything.”

I kick my shoes off and hang up my jacket before turning to look at her. My disappointment must show on my face because the expression on her face quickly changed from one of excitement to one of confusion and concern.

“What happened?” She asks, reaching to pull me down onto the couch with her, “Do I need to fight him? You know I will.”

I smile weakly at her attempt to cheer me up before I shake my head, “I...don’t really know what happened?” I start, letting the confusion from how Merriell acted outside bleed into my voice, “We had such a nice day, and we were flirting and just having such a good time...” I trail off, sighing heavily as I relive the moment in my head, “But then we were standing at the car, saying goodnight and he had his hands on my waist and I was so sure he was going to kiss me...”

“And he didn’t?” Chloe asked, a little incredulously.

I nod, “He didn’t.” I confirm solemnly.

We sit in silence for a moment, while she processes my tragic short story before her hands find mine, holding them in a tight grip.

“Well, fuck that guy.” she says simply, “I picked up a few bottles of wine today? Wanna get drunk and order pizza?”

“God yes.” I reply immediately, “You know me so well.”

Through a haze of half drunk / half asleep fog, I hear a loud pounding at the door. I groan, rolling over and pushing my head into my pillow, not quite ready to wake up and face my headache and hangover yet. There’s no way I can walk all the way to the door to get it. The knocking continues but sleep tugs me back under, even as I hear Chloe stumble out of her room to answer. I hear voices but my brain doesn’t register anything more. A voice yelling my name threatens to drag me out, but I just bury myself deeper under my covers. I get a few more minutes of trying to block out the words before the covers are yanked off of me.

“Hey!” I exclaim, wincing at how shot my voice is and looking as Chloe glares down at me.

“You have a visitor.” she grumbles, “I’m going back to bed.”

I drag myself out of bed, and my hangover begins to really hit me. My mouth dry, eyes burning and head throbbing from the sunlight. A heavy pit of nausea sits at the bottom of my stomach and the world spins as I move. I go to leave my room, confused and disoriented. Who the hell could be wanting to visit me? I wrack my brain for answers and sure enough, as soon as I walk out into the living room them all come back.

“Fuck it.” I slur, downing the rest of my wine, “I’m gonna call him.”

Chloe squeals excitedly as I pull out my phone, “Yesssss bitch!” She yells, holding up her own wine glass high above her head, “Put the asshole on blast!”

I sift through my contacts and without hesitating press the call button next to a blurry string of letters that resembles the thoughts I’ve had all night. I press my phone to my ear, grabbing the bottle of wine and instead of pouring another glass, I start drinking out the bottle. Chloe laughs, loudly, brightly, and it’s so much I hardly register a clicking on the other line.

“Y/n?” His voice comes, and it’s sleepy and adorable and I simultaneously swoon and feel my anger rise at the same time. Fuck him for being so goddamn perfect, “is everthin’ alright?”

“Hello, Merriell.” I say confidently, getting up and walking around the couch as I speak, Chloe's drunken encouragement spurring me on, “Everything is fine, I just have a single question for you-” I pause bringing the wine bottle up to my lips, “Actually, you know what isn’t fine?” I ask, becoming sidetracked by a new train of thought, “How we left things this evening.”

I hear his amused ‘oh?’ come from the other end and I continue, words slurring.

“In fact, that, my dear boy, is where my question comes from.” I pause for dramatic effect, waiting for him to acknowledge my words before continuing, “Why, in the holy everloving hell, did you not kiss me?”

I groan loudly when I see him sitting on the couch. I cover my face with my hands, embarrassment flooding my body like a wave of heat. I hear his chuckle at my bemusement and suddenly his presence along with the effects of my wine-induced hangover are way too much for me to handle. The world is spinning and I make my way over to the couch on unsteady legs before throwing myself down onto it face first. Before I can bring myself to start apologizing, he speaks.

“How’re ya feelin’?” He asks, and although there’s amusement in his voice, there’s an undertone of something...else?

“Like shit,” I say into the couch, not wanting to look up at him just yet. The last thing I want to see is the pity and uncomfort on his face, “I really, really, really hate myself right now.”

“Aweh, c’mon. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with getting a little too drunk every now n’ again.” He says, almost reassuringly.

It’s silent for a few moments as I feel sorry for myself. Merriell sits, and he squirms and I can tell he’s uncomfortable being here. And then a question crosses my mind and I raise my head to look at him.

“Wait, why are you here?” I ask. He meets my eyes and raises an eyebrow, asking a silent question of ‘seriously?’. “Enlighten me, I remember making a fool of myself but not all the details.” My voice is almost bitter, the pounding in my head eating away at my patience.

He clears his throat, looking away from me, running a hand over his face before meeting my eyes again. “You-uh,” He pauses, his knee is jerking nervously and he wipes his hands on his pants, “You told me ya wanted to talk to me.” he starts, “And when I said I was listening, ya made me promise to stop by in the morning before I went to work.” He trails off before holding out his arms in a kind of ‘so what’ movement, “So here I am.”

I groan again, “Fuck, Merriell, I am so sorry.” I say, hand coming up to rub at my face, grateful that I had taken my makeup off before getting too drunk, “I don’t even remember what I would have wanted to talk to you about.”

My body protests as I pull myself into a sitting position, very aware of the fact that I’m only in sleep shorts and a t-shirt. I look at him properly, trying to gauge his emotion. He looks different from the first two times I’ve seen him. He’s lost his cool composure, fiddling with a loose thread on his worn t-shirt. His eyes won’t rest on one spot, flicking to look at me before looking anywhere else. He’s tense, and I know he doesn’t want to be here.

“You can go,” I say softly, even though I want him to stay. I want to fix this. For whatever reason, my heart screams at me to keep this, whatever this may be, alive. But if it’s one-sided, It’s best that it ends now, “I’m sorry I wasted your time.”

I half expect him to just bolt after I’ve released him. But he doesn't. He stays. He still doesn’t say anything. His eyes stay trained on his hands as they fiddle in his lap. He seems to be battling with something. His mouth keeps opening and closing like he wants to say something, but he keeps losing the nerve. I try to stay focused on him but the pounding in my head and dryness in my mouth keeps me distracted. I excuse myself, wandering to the bathroom to try and get myself in order.

My mind races while I go through my usual morning routines. Why the hell did I call him? Fucking dumbass, I scold myself silently, glaring at my reflection in the mirror after brushing my teeth and drinking some water. There’s no way I haven’t fucked this up, he’s trying to find a way to let me down easy right now. Hell, I wouldn’t blame him if he left while I was in here. I grab some Tylenol from my makeup bag that sits on the counter, swallowing them down before taking one last look in the mirror.

“Idiot.” I breathe softly, before opening the door and walking back down the hallway to the living room.

He’s still there, almost surprisingly, when I walk in. He looks up at me and he seems a little less nervous, a little more put together.

“Why’d you say sorry?” He asks simply.

I’m a little blown away at his question. I sit down hesitantly beside him, gathering my thoughts, “Well, I guess I’m embarrassed at my behaviour. I acted irrationally, getting drunk and calling you out over the phone instead of being a normal human and actually taking my shot next time. If there was going to be a next time.” My hangover encourages me to speak honestly, too tired and longing the comfort of my bed and knowing the sooner this is over, the sooner I can sleep it off, I sigh heavily as I let my concerns pass my lips, “But I’m going to assume that I’ve fucked up any ‘next times’ that may have been in the works. So if you could just refrain from using my name when you talk to your friends about the crazy tourist you went out with, I’d greatly appreciate it.”

He looks at me, eyebrows drawn in and a small frown on his lips, “Why’d you assume that?” He asks voice laced with confusion.

“Well, I sure as hell wouldn’t go out with me again.” I say through a bitter laugh, “I mean come on, we go on one date, you don’t kiss me and I get drunk and yell at you on the phone about it.” I run a hung through my hair, ignoring the pain that comes from the pull of the kinks, “Any other guy would be running the other direction. It all just screams ‘crazy’.”

I don’t know what I expect him to do, crack a small smile and a joke, agree and never see me again or what but he surprises me by just sitting there, searching my eyes with a serious expression on his face.

“Well, I ain’t any other guy.” he finally says, softly. So softly, I’m not even sure he meant to say it out loud because when he speaks next it’s much louder, “How long are ya here for?”

“In Louisiana?” I ask, surprised at the turn of conversation. When he nods, I continue, “a week. We fly out on Sunday.”

He nods, looking back down at his feet on the hardwood floors and then it’s silent again. It’s silent for a while, him looking at the floor and me looking at him, trying desperately to see where his head is at. It hits me that I don’t really know this man, not actually. He told me small things yesterday, a detail here and there about his life. But to know him enough to try and predict his next move? To know what he judged as crazy or not? To know if he was a runner or a fighter? I don’t know him. And yet he sits on the couch of my rented Airbnb, trying to decide if I’m worth the trouble or not, and I don’t know a damn thing about him. But I do know, that I don’t want him to become just a story I tell my friends.

“Y’know I regret not kissin’ ya.” he says softly, finally looking at me and actually holding my gaze, “But I had a reason.” He pauses, “Lookin’ back it’s a stupid one.” A hand reaches up to rub at the back of his neck. He seems to do that a lot when he’s nervous, a defence mechanism.

“Can I ask what it was?” I ask softly.

He chews on his bottom lip nervously, running a hand through his hair before he sighs, “Okay,” He starts hesitantly, “Look, ’m not the best at relationships.” He winces at the sheer amount of vulnerability evident in his voice as he spills the truth, “I always fuck it up. Movin’ too fast or gettin’ scared and callin’ it off. My friend Eugene tells me I have ‘commitment issues’” He raises his hands into quotations on the two words, and I have to stifle a giggle at how annoyed he looks at the concept. He looks at me shyly, forcing myself to look me in the eyes, “But when I saw you,” he hesitates, “all o’ it went away. I just knew I wanted to see ya again.”

My heart soars at the words, a small smile tugging at my lips as he keeps talking, more like rambling now.

“But then, I got nervous last night. Lookin’ at me like that and it just kinda hit me that you’re not from here and you’re leavin’ and I didn’t wanna drag you into my bullshit.” He breaks off with a sigh, “but then you went n’ called me, callin’ me out for not kissing you..” he trails off, “I don’t think I’ve eva’ regretted anything more.”

All my feelings from the previous night come rushing back. My heart beating heavily in my chest as I stare at him, a little dumbfounded at his sweet words. He’s so much different today than he was last night. Cocky demeanour replaced with a much more real and open side of him. His eyes still betray him, showing how nervous, scared, conflicted he is at our situation. I have to laugh a little bit and how stupid we are; Both so afraid to mess this up that neither of us realized what the other was feeling.

“So fix it,” I say softly. He barely gets out a ‘what’ before I’m repeating myself, “fix it.” His eyes search mine as I scoot closer, driven by the fluttering feeling in my chest and stomach, my hangover long forgotten as I utter my next sentence.

“Kiss me.”

For a second I think he won’t do it. I think that he’ll let the fear of how complicated this could be get the best of him. But his eyes flicker from mine to my lips and I know that he wants this just as much as I do. My heart accelerates as he leans in, pausing when we’re just inches apart to let a hand come up to cup my jaw. He takes another moment to look at me and the possibility of him backing down still hangs between us. But, thank god, this time he doesn’t disappoint.

His lips press against mine, softly at first as if testing the waters before moving his against mine slowly. I breathe in as I lean into the touch, bracing myself on the couch so I don’t fall over. The world is spinning again, but this time it’s not nauseating or disorienting. He pulls back a bit, took look into my eyes, asking a silent question of if it’s okay.

I answer by pressing another kiss to his lips, moving closer so I can wrap my arms around his neck. We kiss slowly, languidly, enjoying the soft brush of our lips against one others. It’s magical to be kissing him like this. Intoxicating, exhilarating, electrifying. No one word can describe it. I don’t know how long we kiss for but the second he pulls away, I miss his lips against mine.

I let out a long breath, opening my eyes to look at him. I’m sure I’m looking at him with what can only be described as a dreamy expression on my face. But I can’t bring myself to care.

“Are you sure you have to go to work?” I ask, bringing our foreheads together.

He chuckles softly, breath fanning out over my lips as he rubs his nose against mine, leaning back down to speak before kissing me again.

“I can call in sick.”

Part 4

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harry-leroy · 5 years ago

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Top 5 soliloquies? Could be from Shakespeare or whatever else :)

Thank you so much for this ask! I appreciate it! I’ll do some from Shakespeare (and probably some from Oscar Wilde let’s be real about ourselves tonight >-

1) I AM STRAIGHT UP NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME (The Tempest)

All the infections that the sun sucks upFrom bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall and make himBy inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear meAnd yet I needs must curse. But they’ll nor pinch,Fright me with urchin—shows, pitch me i’ the mire,Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the darkOut of my way, unless he bid ’em; butFor every trifle are they set upon me;Sometime like apes that mow and chatter at meAnd after bite me, then like hedgehogs whichLie tumbling in my barefoot way and mountTheir pricks at my footfall; sometime am IAll wound with adders who with cloven tonguesDo hiss me into madness.

- Caliban; The Tempest (2.2.)

Okay I love everything about the language in this play, but some of Caliban’s speeches are the best places to find these fantastic descriptions of the island that we’re on. Better yet, the way that he describes Ariel and the other spirits is so fascinating to me - it makes me wonder about where Ariel comes from, it makes me want to dive into the psychology (which is exactly what I’m doing for #ProjectTempest which is now #ProjectAriel). There’s a sense of militarism that comes from the spirits. They organize themselves into a hierarchy, with Ariel captaining the whole brigade, and not to mention, some of the things that they do are seen, at least in my eyes, as incredibly violent. In my project concerning Ariel, I am trying to dig into why we see Ariel as morally better than Caliban, even though he does some rather tortuous things, and this speech is full of them. I’m currently reading W.H. Auden’s The Sea and the Mirror, which is a poem that explores duality in The Tempest, using primarily Caliban (who represents the earth) and Ariel (who represents the sky). Auden made this incredible chart using these two ideas as ends of a spectrum, and he calls them both “HELL” (I’ll see if I can find the chart somewhere and upload it eventually because it is fascinating). Ahh, I just love this play so much.

2) #EXPOSED (Love’s Labour’s Lost)

Ah, good my liege, I pray thee, pardon me!Good heart, what grace hast thou, thus to reproveThese worms for loving, that art most in love?Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tearsThere is no certain princess that appears;You’ll not be perjured, ‘tis a hateful thing;Tush, none but minstrels like of sonneting!But are you not ashamed? nay, are you not,All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot?You found his mote; the king your mote did see;But I a beam do find in each of three.O, what a scene of foolery have I seen,Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow and of teen!O me, with what strict patience have I sat,To see a king transformed to a gnat!To see great Hercules whipping a gig,And profound Solomon to tune a jig,And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys,And critic Timon laugh at idle toys!Where lies thy grief, O, tell me, good Dumain?And gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain?And where my liege’s? all about the breast:A caudle, ho!

- Berowne; Love’s Labour’s Lost (4.3.)

THIS SCENE. It will always make me laugh, and cry, and feel every human emotion in the book. God, I love it so much. Can we talk about how ridiculous these boys are? Berowne has such a superiority complex - he’s always off by himself, probably musing to himself, even when he isn’t trying to keep secrets from his three best friends. So when he’s found his chance to have a laugh, he takes it. And can we talk about the language in this play? So fun, absolute joy to read. It makes me cry sometimes I won’t lie. I adore these boys, and I adore how everyone gangs up on Dumaine because Dumaine is the baby (and of course he goes after Katharine because why shouldn’t he?) and I will die on this hill. I love this play so much.

3) DOUBT COMES IN (Lady Windermere’s Fan)

How horrible! I understand now what Lord Darlington meant by the imaginary instance of the couple not two years married. Oh! it can’t be true—she spoke of enormous sums of money paid to this woman. I know where Arthur keeps his bank book—in one of the drawers of that desk. I might find out by that. I will find out. [Opens drawer.] No, it is some hideous mistake. [Rises and goes C.] Some silly scandal! He loves me! He loves me! But why should I not look? I am his wife, I have a right to look! [Returns to bureau, takes out book and examines it page by page, smiles and gives a sigh of relief.] I knew it! there is not a word of truth in this stupid story. [Puts book back in drawer. As she does so, starts and takes out another book.] A second book—private—locked! [Tries to open it, but fails. Sees paper knife on bureau, and with it cuts cover from book. Begins to start at the first page.] ‘Mrs. Erlynne—£600—Mrs. Erlynne—£700—Mrs. Erlynne—£400.’ Oh! it is true! It is true! How horrible! [Throws book on floor.]

- Lady Windermere; Lady Windermere’s Fan (Act I)

“A wife should trust her husband” says Arthur, because it’s all he knows about marriage, that and that he would do anything for his wife. He would throw himself in front of the spear of society’s hatred for her, even though it is what he fears most. Arthur spends his entire life trying to be the model husband, the model son, the model father, the model man in society, he is so focused on perfection that Margaret can’t believe it when he’s fallen from grace. And it ruins Arthur just as much, maybe even more so. Everyone knows that Arthur is a perfectionist. He tries to match Margaret’s model, as Cecil would say “that is the worst of women. They always want one to be good. And if we are good, when they meet us, they don’t love us at all”. He feels like he needs someone to reform him, keep him from falling into the pit, but really he needs to relax. He needs to learn how to say “no”. And people have been waiting for him to slip up: Darlington because he wants Margaret, Cecil and George because they find it amusing. For Margaret, this is where the chips fall, where the imperfections finally come through. For the first time, she has reason to doubt him. And she lets it consume her.

Arthur finds himself in the same position at the end of Act III. He finds his wife’s fan in Darlington’s rooms, and you can feel the tension in his voice, he’s about ready to throw out his back and shoulders from how tense he gets. But he doesn’t blame his wife, he blames Darlington, or at least that’s what he couldn’t bring himself to say. “And if my wife’s here, I’ll -”: he can’t finish his sentence, because it can’t be true. She loves me! She loves me! Thank goodness for Darlington’s interruption. For the first time, he has reason to doubt her. And he can’t bring himself to do it.

4) HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF (Lady Windermere’s Fan)

Gone out of her house! A letter addressed to her husband! [Goes over to bureau and looks at letter. Takes it up and lays it down again with a shudder of fear.] No, no! It would be impossible! Life doesn’t repeat its tragedies like that! Oh, why does this horrible fancy come across me? Why do I remember now the one moment of my life I most wish to forget? Does life repeat its tragedies? [Tears letter open and reads it, then sinks down into a chair with a gesture of anguish.] Oh, how terrible! The same words that twenty years ago I wrote to her father! and how bitterly I have been punished for it! No; my punishment, my real punishment is to-night, is now!

- Mrs. Erlynne; Lady Windermere’s Fan (Act II)

- What did Margaret write on that fatal letter? “Arthur has never understood me” says Margaret, “but when he reads this, he will”. It’s a second-generation Nora, the woman who has never understood herself because she’s been smothered. That’s exactly what Margaret has been, losing her parents at a young age, she has been sheltered from every kind of horrible truth there is. She believes her mother died a saint, her father whose heart swelled too much in devotion for such a saintly figure. Lady Julia made sure of that. In reality, Mrs. Erlynne, while not a saint in any regard, threatens to outshine the golden girl of society, her own daughter. Mrs. Erlynne is the life of the party, not her daughter, and what is worse, her husband might love this woman, and now she thinks he has every reason to. “Cowards are always pale” - how can Margaret hope to compete with this woman? Darlington says ‘forget them, run away with me’ - she can’t bear to think that her husband has left her side. “Come back to me?” she asks the Duchess, hardly able to believe that her husband could have left, but it’s Arthur she wants. She tells Darlington, “my husband may return to me”. She would forgive him, because she loves him, but she can’t stand to think of herself as second rate in her husband’s eyes. It’s a feeling that Mrs. Erlynne knows far too well. There’s so much about motherhood in this play that I absolutely love. In my prequel play, The Selby Roses, I attempt to explore similar ideas about fatherhood. There is so much generational conflict in both plays - even seen in the men of this play. Look at Cecil Graham: there is nothing he holds in contempt more than the older generation, but he also fears them. He gets sheepish around Mrs. Erlynne, he loves to talk down to Lord Augustus. “You were never my age” he tells Augustus, almost as if to say “And I’ll never be yours”. Ah, it is such an interesting concept. Okay, stream-of-conscious rant over hehehe :’)

5) HE’S SOME KIND OF POET (King Lear)

When we our betters see bearing our woes,We scarcely think our miseries our foes.Who alone suffers suffers most i’ th’ mind,Leaving free things and happy shows behind.But then the mind much sufferance doth o’erskipWhen grief hath mates and bearing fellowship.How light and portable my pain seems nowWhen that which makes me bend makes the Kingbow!He childed as I fathered. Tom, away.Mark the high noises, and thyself bewrayWhen false opinion, whose wrong thoughts defilethee,In thy just proof repeals and reconciles thee.What will hap more tonight, safe ’scape the King!Lurk, lurk.

- Edgar; King Lear (3.6.)

Will I ever figure out why Edgar is speaking in rhyme here, even though he is alone? Probably not. Though, it does totally make me believe that Edgar knows he has an audience, and it haunts him to no end. There are so many elements to King Lear that make it absolutely absurd, which is why it’s (at least in my eyes) such a good play for 2019. Edgar is performing for self-preservation, but isn’t everyone? Up until this night, he’s refused such a thing. Honesty or I am nothing. The day he accepted playing the game was the day Cordelia refused and that will 5ever end me.

#thank you so much for this!#this was fun #i'm not as good at analysis as you are #i promise i'm way more articulate in papers #and of course i had to throw in some lady windermere's fan #am i like... the only person on tumblr who adores the heck out of that play?#probably #but it's fine #shakespeare #oscar wilde #theatre #enjoy some lwf analysis #and yes that ariel project is really vexing me #i gotta finish auden before i go any further #but it's all a work in progress #dustyprose #suits of woe #thank you so much!

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