#janet fey | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

ryutarotakedown · 10 months ago

Note

Ace attorney? 001 for the ask game

[ask game link] ACE!!! ATTORNEY!!!!! okay im going with original trilogy for this because the prequels and sequels are both their own thing so [cracks knuckles]

Favorite character: oh god ive got a “no opinion” for the first damn question uhhh. im going to go with pearl because i think she is underappreciated. pearly pearls pearl fey i love you im sorry your mother sucks

Least Favorite character: mmmmm writing-wise would be terry fawles. in-game-wise would be morgan fey easily what a woman! i love hating her. one of the most chilling depictions of controlling parents ive come across ever

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): okay i can’t forget platonic ships this time. in no particular order: narumitsu, franmaya, nick & maya & pearl, iris & everyone but especially edgeworth, and. blanks. MIEGO I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT THEM

Character I find most attractive: phoenix. sorry.

Character I would marry: no one in these games is marriage material thats why i love them. okay thats not true i’d probably marry bikini

Character I would be best friends with: phoenix again. charmed by his hater swag.

A random thought: recipe for turnabout was good okay no where are you going

— i just. yes the stuff with jean sucks majorly (i went in armed with janet hsu’s trivia that he is meant to be a cis gay drag-performing guy and thus had a better experience than most people did i think) but the last turnabout was fucking spectacular. i love when phoenix straight up lies.

An unpopular opinion: crap, but that just now *was* my unpopular opinion! okay uhh. i really like how godot and iris and misty have the exact same guilt complex going on. i think if you have different opinions on the three of them you are somewhat missing the point (like yes misty did abandon her children and yes godot is mean sometimes but like. at their core. they are So Much the same and that is what destroys them and also what starts off bridge to the turnabout.)

— also i think that aa4 should have been phoenix and maya destroying the death penalty because they’ve realized that the truth is necessary yes but also punishment does not work and will never get only the imaginary perfect bad person because all aa villains are human but especially in the end with godot. and then they should deal with the ramifications of the fact that this means morgan will not be subjected to the death penalty

— OH ALSO phoenix was absolutely in the right to take pearl along to investigations in jfa 2-4. can you imagine being what, 8 years old, and your only family left in the entire world is kidnapped, and your other only family left in the entire world fucking leaves you because you’re a kid and ooh kids shouldn’t be exposed to violence ooh? i would have killed phoenix wright. i don’t care if gumshoe babysits her or she gets sent to a daycare or something i would have still killed him. she deserves to be up to date on everything she deserves to see him at his most honest

My canon OTP: miego because i mean. they Are the only canon otp. unless you allow platonic otps in which case it’s nick & maya & pearl again

Non-canon OTP: narumitsu. i am basic and proud.

Most badass character: phoenix and franziska are wrestling for that spot and franziska is winning by sheer dint of the fact that she is 18 years old and fucking Did All Of That while alone and scared and 18 years old

Pairing I am not a fan of: i respect multishipping but i cannot fucking do it for the life of me so like. pretty much anything i have not listed above. wait no lanamia’s fine. everything other than the above and lanamia

Character I feel the writers screwed up: uhhhhhhh hm. not really anyone… larry i suppose? i don’t actually think they did him that badly though, im very invested in him & pearly bonding in heavenly hall. i do also think maya should have gotten some more time to shine in bridge but that’s not a fault of her characterization.

— OH WAIT NO everyone in big top who was in that love triangle except regina. i like all of them as characters and do not want any of them to be predators thanks. I genuinely think it’d be so good if ben max and bat were all 16-18 it drives in the whole “younger than you think they are” theme with franziska

Favorite friendship: nick and maya. of course. honorable mention to larry and pearl who i think discover that they are aromantic together

#jules.txt #g: ace attorney #TYSM FOR THE ASK I LOVE TO TALK ABOUT THESE PEOPLE!!!!!#it’s been ages since i laid out so many aa trilogy thoughts in one go theyre so compelling i dont think about them enough.#iveofficiallygonemad #mail #caps

3 notes · View notes

sylvana-the-tsarina · 1 year ago

Text

This story was just one rabbit trail of What-Ifs after another, all inspired by the tale of Tam Lin. Thanks, Red.

To Become a Lost Soul

Janet had perhaps seven years to her name when she met them.

It was a brief encounter, but a vivid one, such that she was still processing it when they met the second time. That second time was a visit, a visit from the Fey, and Janet had never in her life been so terrified and awestruck.

She’d never seen her father look so frightened either. Graeme was a large man with a solid sturdiness to him that made one think he could shoulder a mountain if he so wished, and though he had a kind soul, it was the type to be hidden from the observer behind a thick beard and stern grey eyes. Needless to say, to see him almost cowering before them was more fear-inspiring to her than the Fey themselves.

How many of them glided into the grand hall of the fort, she did not know, for the Fey leading the procession drew her eyes and the rest blurred into a muddle of sharp smiles and rustic grandeur in a certainly unnatural way. This Fey was their Queen, so her posture and crown proclaimed, and she was ethereal. A tall figure that towered over everyone, long hair that swept the floor, and such narrow beautiful features. The smile would have been friendly if there wasn’t so much teeth to it; clearly she felt at home in their wood & stone manor with its richly woven rugs and tapestries, despite her simple flowing robes and bare feet.

Her eyes swept the room once before landing on Janet’s form hiding behind her father, and the smile grew wider. Smiles should not be so terrifying, is what Janet thought to herself while her father placed a protective hand on her head. Smiles should make a person feel nice. Smiles should say they’re harmless.

The Fey were anything but harmless.

“To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?” her father’s voice rumbled. He had solidified again somewhat — likely their interest in his daughter had triggered his paternal instincts.

“My, such a charming young man,” the Fey Queen crooned. Her voice was strange in a way Janet couldn’t place, the tone as though she wasn’t talking to them, but rather about them. “You must be her father. It is only right that such a lovely child would have a lovely father. How befitting indeed.”

The full weight of her gaze was once again resting on Janet’s face, and though her knees threatened to give out beneath her, Janet ordered her expression to morph into a properly friendly smile. No teeth, not from her.

That seemed to satisfy, or perhaps delight, the Fey, whose smile grew to truly unnerving lengths as she said, “Such a sweet-ling! Her presence in my abode to-day was quite the pleasure. She fairly brims with potential. Potential, so much potential indeed… it would be such a shame to see it wasted.”

“Wasted, fair lady?” The man’s tone was cautious.

“Why, indeed. Though she possesses charm in abundance, true grace is that of the fey’s; grace that will take her far in the world, grace that I shall bequeath her.”

“The fair lady is excessively kind in her gifts; my daughter only meant to extend hospitality as she has been taught,” Graeme said, quiet and careful.

At the time Janet couldn’t understand it, couldn’t understand that her father had just saved her from owing the fae a debt whilst giving the Fey Queen a mild push to retract her offer, without outright denying her. She couldn’t imagine the way she would turn that string of words over in her head for years to come, marvelling at the protection it had given her. Just then she only understood that it made the Fey Queen either very angry or very amused; the light that flared in her eyes wouldn’t let Janet know which it was.

The Fey Queen tilted her head and gave a little laugh, the sound like the ones the birds made when scared from the bushes. “Such a family is certainly deserving of gifts periodically. Do you not think it so, Tamlin?”

“Yes, Mother.”

That was when she first saw the boy.

He was definitively Fey; the way he flowed forward from the rest of them to stand next to the Queen when she addressed him, the paleness of everything about him (from his eyes to his hair), and the calm lack of expression on his face were distinctly not human. But while he resembled his mother somewhere in his features, he lacked her eerie otherworldliness, instead projecting a serenity and safety that eased Janet’s death grip on her father’s cloak.

Their eyes met, and though his mask didn’t move (why did she think it was a mask?) she thought she saw some curiosity and… fear in his eyes.

Why was he afraid? He was one of them. What was so scary about Janet in comparison?

This puzzled her enough that she would have missed what was said next if it hadn’t come from the Queen.

“There is much Tamlin can learn from the sweet-ling, I am sure, so I will have him present the gift,” she said, placing her hand on his shoulder in a way that would have mirrored Janet’s father if Tamlin hadn’t stiffened ever so slightly when she did. “Be a good boy and give it to her, Tamlin.”

The boy-Fey was motionless for a moment, still looking at Janet without a change in his expression. She got the feeling he was hesitating.

“Mother, perhaps-”

“Yes?” The Queen’s voice had gotten dangerously soft.

“It is nothing. I will give her the gift.”

He glided forward then, stopping a pace or so away from them, and Janet cautiously stepped forward to meet him, her father’s hand sliding off her head without resistance. Perhaps it was Tamlin’s presence that allowed it; perhaps he was the reason she could hope this wasn’t all some menacing trick.

The boy-Fey held his hands out and Janet placed her hands there, marvelling at how niveous he was. She glanced at the Queen, who was smiling eerily once more, then at her father, whose eyes gave her support, before looking at Tamlin again. It was then that she saw the apology in his eyes — and the very real fear.

Why is he afraid? she thought again. What could I possibly do?

And then it slowly occurred to her that perhaps she wasn’t the one he was afraid of.

Before she could do anything, he closed his eyes and began murmuring a strange chant that was taken up by the other Fey in the room; a chant made of sounds she didn’t understand how he could make, one that flowed around Tamlin and herself, and seemed to reach deep inside her heart, looking for something.

She was getting light-headed with the way it was reverberating around the room, ancient and otherworldly and wild. Oddly enough, though Tamlin’s expression was still composed, she could feel his hands shaking too. This did not sit right with her, so she squeezed them with what little energy she could muster, and felt him tighten his hold in response, as if he was asking reassurance and giving some simultaneously.

It found what it was looking for, the chant; found it, and then began to take it, dragging that something away from Janet. Something very important and integral to her, because it hurt and it hurt worse than fire. She would have uttered a cry, or screamed, but the chant had taken her energy without her noticing, and it was so loud, and she could only feel pain, and she couldn’t feel anything, and it was so dark, and she didn’t exist, and it was too bright, and nothing was real besides the fact that Tamlin was still holding her hands and she was holding his.

He was going through whatever she was going through, she knew without a doubt, so she kept holding on to him until she could blearily blink her eyes open and see that they had both collapsed onto the floor, sweet silence permeating the room.

It’s over, she thought with a sigh that felt strange. It’s all over.

Then her eyes closed and darkness overcame her.

------

Later, her father would describe what happened as remarkable. The chant had brought out a light from both Janet and Tamlin, and their lights had flowed through the room, filling it with scents of berries and wild leaves and wet earth and stars, and livening the colours in the air, before it returned to them and everything settled once more. The Fae Queen had smiled down at the sleeping children and swept away without another word, leaving one of her entourage to pry apart their hands and take Tamlin’s unconscious form away.

Graeme had then scooped her up and brought her to her room, where her nurse (and their resident herbalist), Kenna, was summoned. Kenna had checked over her and identified nothing wrong, but the both of them had waited in fretful patience for Janet to wake up, anyway.

This all she heard perhaps a day or so after the incident. As it were, she came to in her bedroom, tucked in snugly under blankets with Kenna asleep on a chair nearby, the fireplace blazing comfortably. She lay still for a moment, a strange heaviness in her limbs, and then slowly sat up, feeling the last traces of strange dreams fade from her memory.

Something was wrong.

Her eyes skimmed the room, wondering what it was, and her uneasiness both lessened and grew when she couldn’t identify anything off. The blankets were slowly eased away, and she lightly pattered on to the floor, avoiding making any noise.

Why did she want to avoid making noise?

Janet stopped, puzzled. She’d never had a problem with being loud before. Graeme and the rest of the adults had nicknamed her a walking fireplace with how she blazed through the house, hopping about and uttering cheery remarks and filling the place with her warmth. Not that she was loud in a boisterous sort of way, she was too well brought up for that, but this sudden desire to be utterly silent was quite new.

It must be because the Fey’s visit was so frightening, and she didn’t want to distress poor Kenna’s nerves. Yes, that must be it. She was worried about Kenna.

This resolved, she glided over to where the windows were and drew the curtains aside to let light spill into the room. It was really too stuffy in here. Not enough air and light. Janet needed air and light; she couldn’t go without them.

She stopped again. Really? Were air and light so necessary? Well, however did she manage to go to sleep at night, then? Her father always closed the windows and curtains at night; it was too cold to do otherwise. Thinking about that now, though, made her feel kind of claustrophobic. What about the stars? The moon? The scent of lilies in the breeze?

Her head was aching, so she put a cold hand to it (why was she so cold?), hoping that would ease the pain. The sense of wrongness was strong — so strong. Why was Janet thinking all these things? What on earth had happened to her?

A little shimmer caught her eye, so she turned to look at what it was. That standing mirror wasn’t new, with its worn gold filigree and carved legs, and the girl it reflected back at her was familiar too…

Except…

Almost in a daze, she gently flowed forward and studied the person in the mirror. That was her figure, to be sure; small round freckled face, tiny button nose, large green eyes, and a head of thick, curly, brown-red hair. Everything she recognised as herself; everything except the expression on a face that was paler than it used to be.

That expression was familiar, though. She had seen it last on a snowy boy-Fey whose hands she’d held until they were taken apart.

Many minutes (or perhaps hours) passed as she stood there, stunned by that revelation; everything seemed suspended and still, her mind blank with disbelief. She was so absorbed that Kenna’s cry of surprise startled her to the point that Janet, the old Janet, would have jumped and uttered a cry herself, but she only gracefully tilted to face her nanny, carefully concealing every bit of dread and fear, though she did not know why.

---------

Everything was wrong.

He knew everything would be wrong. However, it was one thing to know and altogether another thing to experience. Wrongness could not be properly understood without feeling it oneself, and Tamlin would have preferred to go his entire life without understanding it.

The grass was uncomfortable under his cheek, and it took most of his willpower to prevent himself from shifting in discomfort. He had to understand before he did anything — a mindset he was thoroughly relieved to find still with him.

Where was he?

Ah. Right.

Still he kept his eyes closed, but strained to listen and feel everything he could from his surroundings. It was all the same- he recognised- and yet-

So new and unknown and terrifying. Off by a little margin. Dampened and hushed.

He was so scared.

Was that…. water… on his face? Why was there water on his face?

This phenomenon puzzled him enough to distract momentarily from the fear, and he sifted through his knowledge, trying to figure out what was going on. A few blurred moments later, two memories surfaced. One that was familiar, and the other that was new.

Crying. So that’s what it was. He was crying.

How strange. Tamlin had never cried before (or at least, he didn’t remember ever crying). This seemed to him to be a rather mellow kind of crying, if those other memories served him right, one where his tears simply slid down his face. There were other kinds: kinds that stole one’s breath so that it pained one, kinds that were noisy and messy, kinds that came from anger or joy. It was truly fascinating.

Although… he hoped he didn’t do any of those. Mother would…

He’d rather not think about it.

The grass was pricklier than ever, but he stayed still for about ten minutes more before allowing himself to get up, having confirmed that there was no one in the clearing with him. Opening his eyes for the first time since the ritual was a strange experience, and for a moment he panicked at his blurry vision before realising it was because of the tears. Rubbing his eyes and surveying his surroundings once more revealed that his vision was still not as good as it used to be, but it was better than he had expected.

He was too warm, he noticed. The girl, Janet, had been warm, so he supposed it wasn’t surprising, even if it was uncomfortable. Remembering her made a knot form in his chest, whether from guilt or the residual magic he was not sure. Perhaps both.

Magic. His magic.

Panic washed over Tamlin anew when he realised he couldn’t feel it anymore. Of course he couldn’t. He had expected as much, knew it wouldn’t be there. But one of the few things in his entire world that kept him safe had just disappeared, and he was scared. So very very scared.

There was the water, no wait, tears again. He swiped at his eyes again, trying to get it to stop. What would he do? Just what exactly would he do?

Inhale. Exhale. Think.

Something soft and warm bloomed in his heart for a moment before fading almost immediately. It stopped Tamlin’s thoughts altogether. Unlike the rest of the warmth, which still caused him some discomfort, that little spot of light had offered solace while it lasted.

He slowed. Closed his eyes. Breathed for a few minutes.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

And there it was again. Soft and warm, but far more present this time. The breathing continued until he was sure it wouldn’t disappear again, after which he turned his attention to it and studied it with a smudge of fascination.

Fascination that turned into a painful bit of hope once he recognised what it was.

So Janet had had magic. Was she aware of it? Well, considering how faint it was, probably not. In all likelihood, actually, it had only just awakened. With Tamlin, instead of the little redhead, which made that knot of guilt tighten again, but it was contrasted by his shoulders loosening with relief. If the magic had awakened before this, Mother would never have considered Janet at all.

Tamlin studied this new frail magic, trying to understand what it could do. Human magic was so very different from fey magic (if his own magic had been a good indicator of fey magic, that is): less wild and shifty, and more… calm. At home. It remained to be seen whether the relaxed air to him now was caused by the magic’s simple presence or by it, well, casting magic on him.

The peace couldn’t last for long, though.

Leaves rustled off the side and Tamlin tensed before turning to face the elegant, sharp Fey before him. Mother had come for her visit.

“Finally awake, are we, dear?” she said, the intonation on ‘dear’ as mocking as it had always been, her teeth sharpening in her smile. “Well? How do you fare? Happy, I hope?”

Tamlin stood and, for the first time in all his seven years, smiled back at her.

The response surprised him as much as it surprised his mother, sparking a profound relief deep in his heart and a wider smile from the Queen. To think that the friendly little Janet had hid herself behind her cheer, hid herself so well, in fact, that she had fooled even the Queen of the Fey.

Smiling didn’t suit Tamlin (this one made his face hurt because of how… much it felt to him, someone used to the barest ghosts of expressions), but it could protect him, and he was so very glad.

So he continued smiling, even as he said, “Yes, Mother.” Even as it drained his energy, even as the wrongness settled around him like fog in early mornings, he smiled.

Tamlin could protect himself. For just a little longer.

Next Chapter.

#finally got around to this!!#I will be editing this post to add links to the next chapter once I finish it #and I will also tag it with the story's title once that chapter's done #man I'm so happy #take THAT writer's block!#my post #silva writes #soul swapped #it's edited now!

5 notes · View notes

a-palemoon-sliver · 2 years ago

Text

I keep thinking about what a great yandere Tam Lin would make...

BACKSTORY:

for those who don’t know, Tam Lin (also Tamas Lin, Tam Lane, Tam-o-Lin, Tam O’Lynn, Tambling, and Tom Lin), is an old folk song from the Scottish Borders (part of Scotland directly north of England). The song is attested at least to 1549, and may be older, and it exists in many regional variants owing to its popularity over the centuries. Most versions of the song start with a warning to all maidens to avoid a particular wooded area, for in it lurks the titular Tam Lin, who takes from all maidens either the gold they wear, their green mantles, or their maidenhood. Then the song proper begins with a young noblewoman, usually named either Janet or Margaret, who decides to take a break from her sewing and go to the woods to fetch some flowers for her hat. She goes to the woods where Tam Lin live and picks a rose, then meets Tam Lin, a handsome young man who accosts her for picking a rose without his permission. She replies that she owns the woods because her father gave them to her, and she doesn’t need his permission, though he may live there. Then Tam Lin takes her by the hand and lays her down at the foot of a tree, and has his way with her, never once asking for her “leave” (permission). After they finish Tam Lin disappears, and Margaret/Janet goes back home.

A few weeks pass, and it becomes apparent that Margaret/Janet is pregnant, which is noticed by her father in some versions and a servant in others. In the versions with her father, he asks which of his knights is the father, and she replies that no earthly man is the father. Then she goes back to the woods to pick an abortifacient, and is accosted again by Tam Lin, who pleads with her not to pick the plant and kill the baby she got by him. She asks Tam Lin if he’s an earthly man. In some versions, Tam Lin tells her he’s a fairy and knight of the Fairy Queen, and in other versions he tells her he was originally a mortal man who was captured by the Queen of the Fairies while hunting one day. Regardless of the version he seems to tell the truth. Either way, he is to be sacrificed to Hell on Halloween Night as the Fairy Realm’s Tithe to Hell, which happens once every seven years. Tam Lin tells Janet/Margaret the he wants to be the baby’s father, but she must rescue him from the fairies by hiding somewhere along their route and then grabbing and pulling him from his horse as they ride by. He tells her that he’ll be changed into several fearsome animals, but she must hold on and not fear him. All this happens later that night: the Fairy Court rides by, Margaret/Janet pulls Tam Lin down from his horse, he’s changed into a lion, a snake, and then a hound and/or a red-hot bar of iron, and she holds on throughout all these things. Finally the fairies transform him into a naked human man, and she flings her mantle (cloak) over him, symbolically wedding him to herself and to the human world. The Fairy Queen is enraged at losing Tam Lin (who’s hinted to be her former lover), and she curses them both at their deception.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

SCENARIO:

Now I’m imagining a version of the story that starts off the same way. A young woman venturing into the woods, fearless of the legendary man who lurks within, intent on finding some flowers to beautify herself with. She’s accosted by a young man who’s unearthly handsome, with sharp, beautiful fey features and curly hair. He tells her off for picking flowers without her permission, and she grows incensed and tells him saucily that the woods are hers, and she doesn’t need his permission. He’s never had a girl talk back to him before, and he’s incensed in turn, but he takes a liking to her bravery at the same time, so he decides to make love to her. He comes close to her, says a few words of love, and starts kissing her. He’s so handsome that it all feels like a dream to the woman, so she doesn’t mind. She doesn’t mind either has he guides her gently down the forest floor, or that he doesn’t ask her leave either. He’s so calm and assured that it’s hard to even imagine a contrary course of action taking place. He opens her clothing slowly and gently, and massages her with practiced fingers, getting her ready. Then he enters her, and his hips thrust with a steady, erotic rhythm. He’s had a lot of practice, he knows exactly how to please a woman. He makes love to her in the forest, and climaxes inside her, burying himself deep with a grunt or a moan. He kisses her one last time, and then he disappears on the wind.

The young woman grows pregnant with his child, all according to plan. He knows he’s potent, he’s bedded women before, and not a one stayed barren under his touch. He hoped to babytrap at least one of them successfully, but all of them aborted his children, picking pennyroyal or some similar herb, unwilling to bear the stigma of bearing a fatherless child. When the young woman comes back to the forest, not to see Tam Lin, but to pick the aborting herb, like all the other women before her, Tam Lin is distraught. Happiness has eluded him too many times before, he can’t let it happen again. So he appears before her out of thin air, and begs her not to pick the herb. She asks him if he’s human, and he knows that she knows the legends surrounding him. So he tells her a story about him originally being mortal. he went hunting one bitterly cold day, and fell from his horse. The Fairy Queen, with waiting hands caught him, and stole him away to live beneath the hills with her. He lies to her. He’s lived for so long as a fairy he’s grown tired of it, and for a century or two now he’s fantasized about settling down with a mortal woman and becoming mortal himself through marriage to her. He could tell from the woman’s tone of voice that she wouldn’t marry a fairy man, so he pretends he’s not a fairy. And as a fairy, he knows the laws of Fairyland better than any mortal, so he knows of a way out. She has to steal him away, the way fairies steal humans away, and claim him for herself, symbolically wedding him to the human realm to make him human. And he knows that he’ll be among the retinue as the Fairy Queen rides on Halloween night; not as the sacrifice, that’ll be another fairy, but as his Queen’s knight.

He formulates the plan so quickly, he’s impressed with himself, and he explains it to the woman in exacting detail. She must hide along the road where the Fairy Court will ride, and steal him from his horse, and tells her which color of horse he’ll be riding. After she pulls him down, the other fairies will try not to let one of their own get away, and she must hold on as they turn him into many wild animals. If she does this without showing fear, they’ll eventually give up and turn him back, and she must throw her cloak over him. He leaves out that this will bind him to her, he doesn’t want to alarm her. And she agrees to all this. Oh, how over the moon he is that that! At last, a woman who’s willing to fight for him! The feeling is so intoxicating he wants to make love to her again right then and there, pin her down and mark her as something that belongs to him, so that she might never get away, but he limits himself to a single passionate kiss before he must disappear again, and return to the Fairy Realm. When he returns the Fairy Queen questions where he’s been. He says there was a trespasser in his woods he had to deal with. She feels a hint that he’s lying, and is angry, but she has no proof against him, so she orders him curtly to get dressed for the Halloween parade, and hurry. He doesn’t argue back, so has not to arouse her suspicion. Once, for many centuries, he was her lover, and she bestowed many favors on him for his beauty. But being a trophy lover, the beloved rather than the lover didn’t suit him, and it was centuries of the same thing, day after day after day, and he grew tired of the monotony of it all, and of his greedy heart always being left unsated. It’s been two centuries since he truly loved her. Two centuries since he’s been bedding mortal girls, hoping to find one to claim as his own.

True to her word, the young woman jumps up from the bushes and pulls Tam Lin off his horse as he rides by. The other fairies are shocked and outraged, and transform him into dangerous animals, but the woman remembers Tam Lin’s words and keeps hold of him through all the transformations, never letting go in fear. Finally they give up and transform him into a naked man, and she rips her cloak off herself and covers him with it, wedding him to the human world and binding him to her as husband and wife. And Tam Lin is over the moon. The Fairy Queen starts hurling curses down upon the two of them, but Tam Lin whispers to his love to ignore her, her words can’t hurt them. The woman’s body is tense with fear, but Tam Lin’s head is filled with fantasies of making her his wife, of fathering a family together, of living in domestic bliss. He knows she cannot escape him; she has bound him to her, unknowingly, and he will always know where she is. But he must ensure she never wants to leave him; he will fill her with his children, to tie her down, to make her his, and he will coo over her stomach every time it swells full with a new lovely thing. He will make love to her again and again, and be the most devoted husband in all mortaldom. He presses his naked form, muscled and beautiful from centuries of knightly duties, closer against her body, and wraps his strong arms around her comfortingly. He pulls her down into a passionate kiss, making her forget all those around them. She must think only of him, he must make her happy so she will never try to leave him. He stands and pulls her to her feet, and then he leads her away from the road, back through the forest, and finally to the manse where she lives, never once looking back. When they arrive the servants will awake the young woman’s father, and she will introduce Tam Lin as the father of her child. And Tam Lin’s beauty and charm will captivate her father, and ensure a warm place in his family. And they will have a Christian wedding, and he will gain an immortal soul. He knows all this in his heart, as they walk through the chill autumn night, and he guides her over treacherous twigs and tree roots. And he also knows that she is his, forever and always. Finally, he has someone to call his own.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere folklore

7 notes · View notes

greensparty · 1 year ago

Text

Stuff I'm Looking Forward to in January

Say hello to 2024! In addition to New Year's Day (Jan. 1) and Martin Luther King Jr. Day (Jan. 15) here is what on my radar this month:

Movies:

Mean Girls

The 2004 comedy Mean Girls has taken on a life of its own and in the 20 years since it has become a part of the lexicon ("Fetch is not happening"). Now there is going to be a remake of the Broadway musical adaptation. What makes me interested is that original writer Tina Fey has written / produced this one too. Opens 1/12.

Music:

Sleater-Kinney Little Rope

The always reliable Sleater-Kinney are back with their 11th album. The band's 2019 album The Center Won’t Hold was a polarizing album that was so polarizing drummer Janet Weiss left before its release, but I actually really dug it and I even named “The Future is Here” my #1 Song of 2019. Their first post-Janet Weiss album was Path of Wellness, which I named my #6 Album of 2021. Their newest album drops 1/19! (review to come)

Green Day Saviors

The 14th album from Green Day is being released weeks away from the 30th anniversary of Dookie. It is their first album since 2020's Father of All... and the songs I've heard so far are pretty good. Album drops 1/19.

The Smile Wall of Eyes

The last album by the side project of Radiohead's Thom Yorke and Jonny Greenwood and Sons of Kemet's Tom Skinner was A Light for Attracting Attention, an album so good I named it my #1 Album of 2022! The title song off their new album was recently released with a music video from Paul Thomas Anderson that was outstanding. New album drops 1/26!

Awards Season:

Awards season for the Best of 2023 is now in full swing and this month we have the Golden Globes (Jan. 7) and Emmy Awards (Jan. 15).

#stuff i'm looking forward to #mean girls #samantha jayne #arturo perez jr #sleater kinney #green day #the smile #awards season #film geek #music nerd

1 note · View note

stiles1978 · 2 years ago

Photo

“Inspiration exists, but it has to find you working.” -Pablo Picasso Loyal, and stubborn (in equal measures), this motherly Earth sign is ruled by Venus (planet & Goddess), and takes us into the heart of Spring. If you’re born within this sign, you may share some trait with these other talented Taureans: Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson ⚡️@therock William Shakespeare/Charlotte Bronte/Harper Lee ✍🏻 Bob Saget @babsaget Carol Burnett 🍿 Rami Malek 🏆 Adele/Janet Jackson/Cher/Barbara Streisand @adele @janetjackson @cher 🎤 Henry Cavill @henrycavill 🦸🏻‍♂️ Kenan Thompson @kenanthompson Gal Gadot @gal_gadot 🦸🏻‍♀️ Audrey Hepburn 💅🏼 Orson Welles/John Waters/Sofia Coppola 🎬 Tina Fey 🥸 John Cena AND Andre the Giant @johncena 💪🏻 Oskar Schindler ✡️ Stevie Wonder 😎 Madeleine Albright 🇬🇧 George Carlin AND George Lopez @georgelopez 🎭 Sugar Ray Leonard @sugarrayleonard 🥊 and so many more!!! Story time! The most popular tale of Taurus origin is about Zeus transforming himself into a majestic white bull (later known as the Cretan Bull), to seduce Europa. In that tale he takes her to Crete, and she gives birth to Minos, the legendary King. In another, more comedic story, Zeus, while courting Io, transforms his mistress into a heifer to avoid being caught by his wife Hera. A third suggests a loose connection to the Cretan Bull (with NO details), but the fourth is by far my favorite. Cerus was a large rampaging bull, who could not be stopped by any mortal. One day Cerus while trampling her blooms, had an encounter with Persephone. She immediately calms the bull, and teaches him to master his emotions. Now every year he joins the Spring goddess as she rides atop through the sky setting fields blooming. When Persephone returns to Hades, so too does Cerus as the constellation Taurus. #astrology #constellation #taurus #horoscope #vectorart #adobeillustrator #adobephotoshop #artist #art #illustration #illustrator #illustratorsoninstagram #digitalart #digitalartist #digitalillustration #digitalpainting #design #designer #mythology #greekmythology #zeus #europa #io #hera #crete #bull #cerus #persephone #orangecountyart #stilesofart @adobe @photoshop @_adobeillustrator https://www.instagram.com/p/CrQ6RMuOQQW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

0 notes

diaryofageekgirl · 2 years ago

Text

Hey OP, I hope you don’t mind that I’m copy/pasting the text under the cut in my reblog. I’m only doing it bc I’ve lost too many good meta posts under read more’s from deactivated blogs and moved urls in the past.

Everything past this point was written by OP:

- Because RftA was added onto the first game for the DS release (after the rest of the trilogy had already been finished for GBA,) the writers intentionally made parallels and references to the rest of the trilogy within it. Ema and Lana are clearly meant to be a twisted mirror of Maya and Mia. And per Janet Tsu (English localization director,) Jake Marshall serves the role of Godot in the Skye sisters/Fey sisters parallel. (In fact, the reason he is a cowboy was to differentiate his characterization from Godot’s.) This by default puts Jake in a position of being romantically close to Lana.

(I fuckin’ love Godot and I also fuckin’ love Jake, so this parallel makes a lot of sense to me…)

- Ema is familiar with Jake when meeting him for the first time. She calls him “Mr. Marshall” before he ever introduces himself to Phoenix, and Phoenix remarks that it seems like they know each other already. (By contrast, Ema doesn’t know who Angel is, nor Bruce Goodman, the other SL-9 investigators.)

- This line, early in the first conversation with Jake:

Marshall: I’m afraid your sister’s fate is decided, bambina. Many condolences.

Ema: Officer Marshall!

Marshall: Yeah, bambina?

Ema: H-how can you say that! You and my sister, you were…

Phoenix: (Is there something between this cop and her sister that I don’t know about?)

Marshall: …! I apologize, bambina. Something must have gotten to me. Maybe it’s that dry wind that’s a-blowin’ through the Prospector’s Office.

(Love that Jake seems to have a soft spot for Ema, and relents when she calls him on his apparently callousness towards Lana’s situation.)

- This exchange with Angel, in which Ema is very concerned about what’s going on between Jake and Angel:

Ema: Um, Ms. Starr…? Officer Marshall… is he your… uh, are you his…? Are you g-g-g-going out!?

Angel: Why do you want to know?

Ema: I was just wondering what happened to him? A long time ago, when he was helping my sister do cases, he was so nice. He got along so well with my sister, it made me jealous. And… he was nice to me too, back then.

Phoenix: (This would be when Officer Marshall was a detective.)

Ema: But now… now he’s so cold!

Angel: …Jake and I are merely cooperating on this investigation. We’re putting the past to rest, as it were. Nothing more than that.

Ema: I… I see. Thank you.

- Angel also dishes a lot of spicy gossip about Jake and Lana in the aftermath of SL-9. Most of it revolves around how Jake, especially, really went through it and how his pain in particular seemed to drive Lana.

Angel: Poor old Jake Marshall, though, must have been going through hell.

Phoenix: You mean, because of his brother’s death?

Angel: They were close, those two. After Neil died, something took over Jake. He became obsessed. Seeing Jake like that made her all the more desperate.

Phoenix: “Her”…?

Angel: Lana Skye.

And then there’s THIS particularly intriguing bit:

Angel: When Jake’s brother was murdered, she felt as if she had lost her own brother. If it wasn’t for her, I don’t think Jake would ever have recovered from his shock.

Angel: That’s what makes it all the more infuriating.

- This one is a reach, but Lana seems perturbed that Phoenix is bringing up Jake as a suspect on day two of the trial.

Ema: In order to defend my sister, you’re going to accuse Mr. Marshall?

Phoenix: We have to play the cards we’re dealt. Isn’t that right, Ms. Skye?

Lana: … Do what you have to do, Mr. Wright.

- After receiving her orders from Gant to move Goodman’s body, the first thing Lana did was call Jake.

Lana: The truth is, after I received those orders from Chief Gant, the first thing I did was make a phone call. A phone call to Patrolman Jake Marshall.

Phoenix: To Marshall? Why on earth would you call him?

Lana: The lead investigator for the SL-9 Incident had been murdered. I wanted that fact to be kept hidden, and I needed help. He was the only other person I could trust. Or at least, I thought I could trust him at the time.

Lana: However, it seems that after I spoke to him he went off on an escapade of his own…

Lana says she never expected Jake to do his renegade evidence room cosplay plan, but attributes it to how much he’s “changed” since SL-9 ended. But the fact remains, she called him in the first place because on some level, she trusted him to help her.

- Actually, both Jake and Lana talk about how the other one “changed” in the aftermath of the incident, in a way that feels particularly personal to me. (Angel also makes this observation about the both of them.)

So to me, it seems like there was a period of time after Neil Marshall’s death where Lana was trying desperately to support Jake (while simultaneously scrambling to end the case to cover up Ema’s involvement.) Things only really fell apart after Joe Darke’s conviction, the other investigators noticed how fishy the conviction ended up– to Jake, that someone had tampered with his brother’s body and the circumstances of his death. Lana, of course, is falling under Gant’s manipulations, and can’t risk the truth coming out.

Now, regardless of their past status, any relationship of any sort Jake and Lana had is unquestionably, decisively over. Jake is clearly extremely bitter towards her, Gant, and the prosecutor’s office in general, and Lana’s newly cold personality is impenetrable to everyone, even her own sister. They refer to each other only by formal titles. They only interact face to face once in the case: the moment at the end of the second trial where Jake demands Lana look him in the eye and tell him that SL-9 was concluded legitimately.

Even after the truth comes out, I don’t know if Jake and Lana’s relationship is reparable. I can’t even say I think they’d be any good for each other anymore (though tbh if somebody wrote a fic where they try to get closure or end up drawn back together by reflex… I’d read the hell out of it.) To me, the most fascinating potential of Jake/Lana is in their breakup, the severity of the tragedy that tore them apart.

Like damn. Picture Lana, desperate to cover for her sister, getting further and further tangled in Gant’s puppet strings. She’s forced to cheat and lie about the death of a man she saw as “her own brother,” and to keep on lying no matter how much it hurts Jake. She’s forced to sacrifice her relationship with him for Ema and turns into this cold, outwardly heartless person– and she can never risk telling either of them why.

Meanwhile Jake is heartsick and distraught over Neil’s murder. Then he watches the woman he loves pulling away from him, refusing to answer his questions, and seemingly coasting to success on the back of her shady behavior. He feels utterly betrayed, and getting demoted in the aftermath only adds insult to injury. With nothing left but seething rage, he lingers for two years, ever-determined to find the truth around his brother’s death.

It’s a fascinating conflict of two brothers and two sisters, and the lengths they’ll go to for one another– and possibly, how a relationship between a man and a woman crumbles in the balance.

So one interesting wrinkle in Rise from the Ashes that I never see discussed is the implication that Jake Marshall and Lana Skye were romantically involved.

Now, unlike another ill-fated AA pairing I’m a fan of, this is never really established as a romantic relationship. But there are a LOT of subtle implications that suggest Jake and Lana were more than coworkers at the time of SL-9.

(Deets + tragic theorizing below.)

Keep reading

#ace attorney #meta #lana skye #jake marshall #lanajake #pushing the ot4 agenda

76 notes · View notes

inkabelledesigns · 4 years ago

Text

Bendy: Dreams Come To Life, but as an Isekai?

Okay, so I’ve had this idea for a few weeks now, and I want to ramble about it. So late one night, I was chatting with my friends, and I threw something down in our ideas chat that a lot of us jumped right on.

What if you had a story where someone from modern times woke up in the body of Sammy Lawrence, within the context of DCTL?

This lead to a long series of discussions, and I think I have a grasp on what I want to create now. I’ve got a prologue ready and a first chapter in the works for a fanfic, but I need to go and reread DCTL to make sure I’m remembering the details right.

https://www.definitions.net/definition/isekai

So what is an isekai? I wasn’t too familiar with the term before chatting with folks about it, but this link should give you an idea as to what it is. Some isekai stories focus on a character that is transported to a fictional world, but others will put them in the role of a character that already exists in that piece of fiction, which is closer to what I’m doing. You ever heard of that manga where some guy was reincarnated as Yamcha in Dragon Ball Z, and then drastically changed Yamcha’s role throughout the series because he knew everything that was going to happen? That’s kind of what I’m doing here.

My story focuses on 24 year-old Samantha Lorenzo, an animation nerd who obsesses over BATIM with her roommate, Janet Fey (credit to @fiddle-dee-dee777 for the names, it’s a clever parallel!) Sam is an active theorizer who loves picking apart the Bendy lore, while also being a huge nerd for stuff like DnD and classic films. She’s read up to the ending of The Illusion of Living and is currently working to pick apart the details, when out of nowhere, her life is flipped upside down. She wakes up one morning in the body of Sammy Lawrence, within the time that DCTL takes place, a little before Buddy shows up. Once she realizes that this is in fact not a dream, she tries to prevent Sammy from getting drenched in ink and protect Buddy from his inevitable downfall, but that’s far harder than it seems.

On the flipside, 1946 Sammy Lawrence wakes up in the body of a recent college graduate, confused as to where he is, why he’s wearing a nightgown, and generally having an existential crisis until Janet comes to his rescue. Jan takes care of Sammy while he’s in Samantha’s body, which forces him to acknowledge that, as far as they’re concerned, he’s a fictional character. So while Samantha is trying to save everyone, Sammy and Jan are unraveling the mystery of how this happened, how to fix it, as well as indulging in various shenanigans.

Bottom line: It’s a damn fun story, and I don’t want this one to be something I fizzle out on, because it’s just such a good time. But in order to be confident in it, I need to really hammer down what happens in DCTL, it’s been so long since I’ve read it that I forgot some things. Like I’m here questioning if I’ve put the infirmary in the right part of the building, the building layout is so hard to keep track of for someone as directionally challenged as me (and if you know of anyone who’s mapped it out, please send it my way, I’d really appreciate it). Obviously I’m not gonna be completely canon compliant, it’s a fanfiction, I’m allowed to have a little fun. But at the same time, I wanna make sure I’m doing this media justice.

There are a few things I’d like to get out of the way. Big one: I’m including Jack. I don’t know at what point Jack is out of the picture, since we get no mention of him in DCTL, but we know he’s alive in 1943, which is only three years before. I want him to be there, hell, I’d love to have a moment where Samantha unknowingly prevents his death, but we’ll see. That’s the other thing about this fic. I dunno if you guys have noticed, but I’m a nutcase when it comes to Bendy. A lot of what I’m putting into Samantha definitely comes from my own over-analysis of this world, where she’s looking at it as trying to give these characters the best ending possible. This girl is packed with all the knowledge that I have of this franchise, and she’s gonna use it to her full advantage to manipulate the outcome. But knowing the world of Bendy does not mean knowing the day-to-day lives of these characters. As I’ve discovered in starting to write this, Sammy Lawrence not knowing where the bathroom is in a place he’s worked at for a long time is kind of sus. XD So part of the challenge is getting Sam to accept that this is more than a story, these are real people in-world that she’s tampering with the lives of.

The last thing to note is that I want to make it hard for Samantha to prove she’s not Sammy. At first, I want her to just appear to be a bit off, but hey, Sammy’s quirky, so it could just come off as him having an off day. But part of living in Sammy’s body means dealing with some lingering things from him, such as his skills as a musician and feelings towards some of the characters/subjects. So when asked to prove that she’s somehow not Sammy, it’s really, really hard to be convincing. One moment I had in mind was Jack coming out and asking her the time signature on one of his favorite pieces to prove it, and she blurts out the right answer and quickly covers her mouth in horror.

I’ve also considered playing with other characters having nightmares of things they couldn’t possibly have experienced, which starts to put some things into question. And this has its pros and cons. Buddy having nightmares of being Boris? Oh god that would be fun to write. But then possibly having Joey learn what’s coming? Oh that would affect things a lot. That’s one of the things I’m eager to play with: Sam has to be careful of who has what knowledge when it comes to what’s going to happen in the future to these characters. Certain characters learning things and sharing them with others could be incredibly dangerous.

So yeah, that’s my rambling about a fanfic idea that’s currently in the works. Thank you for indulging me! I’d love to talk about it more and bounce ideas around, so hit me up if you’re interested in chatting. Goodness knows I’ve had fun sharing it with my smaller groups (and a huge thank you to all of you for indulging my craziness on this, I really appreciate having you along for the ride!)

But of course, I gotta tell you the title. Right now, I’m calling it Nightmares Are Reality, a nice parody of Dreams Come to Life, I think. I look forward to exploring this nightmare with you!

#nightmares are reality #bendy and the ink machine #batim fanfic #bendy fanfic #dctl #bendy dreams come to life #sammy lawrence #buddy lewek #Jack Fain #samantha lorenzo #janet fey #also if anyone can guess the animation reference in Samantha's last name I will be impressed #isekai #bendy isekai

20 notes · View notes