#jez writing

[aztarion]

how are you supposed to take him seriously

[catofox]

hey guys. i dont know if im the only fan of this show so i need 1 (one) reply on this post SHOULD I WRITE MY TWO CONCEPTS FOR MARK AND JEZ YES OR NO

[betterinthedarkblog]

“First thing in a crisis. Ancient times, soon as some major shit went down - war, famine, death of the Pharaoh - first thing you do, find a goat. Put all your shit on its head - fear, shame, iniquity, whatever you got - and you let it loose, out into the wilderness. Then you hunt it down, cut out its heart and burn it as an offering to the gods. Have you done that yet? Did I miss it?”

— Jez Butterworth, THE HILLS OF CALIFORNIA

[oathguard]

me recently, somewhere far away from tumblr when i suddenly remembered that dram'szin grew up hearing in secrecy of his mother's wild adventures— some under, some above— through jezri, but can't recount any of their endings because she probably got too choked up to finish them for him.

[ebbarights]

jesse armstrong real person motif

[emeritus-fuckers]

I should probably be doing my research on Alpha and Omega, huh? You simps want that? What other Ghouls you want? - Jez

[lesbianpepsi]

is this love?

pairing: Vada Cavell x fem!reader

summary: reader goes on Vada's laptop and finds something very interesting on it

words: 2.204k

warnings: mentions of sex, light swearing, bad writing, let me know if there's anything else

authors note: this is my first time writing for Vada so if she seems OOC i'm sorry💀

vada (1:31am) wher r u? 

me (1:33am): at home...? 

vada (1:33am): cum over 2 watch a movie 🙃🙃

vada (1:33am): come* lol

vada (1:33am): cum 👉👌

me (1:34am): hilarious. why do you want me over vads?

vada (1:36am): bord and snakish 

me (1:36am): it's half one in the morning

vada (1:36am): pls:( not evn for ur wife???💔

me (1:38am): what snacks do you want me to bring?

vada (1:38am): :D

vada (1:38am): takis, that choalet u like, waterlemon siur patch kid 

me (1:39am): okay, i'll be over in a few 

vada (1:39am): tyty

me (1:39am): 🙄🖤

vada (1:40am): 🤭🤭

You shook your head in amusement as you shoved your foot into your vans, soon after shoving your phone into the baggy hoodie you owned. 

Of course only for Vada -your girlfriend- you'd sneak out in the middle of the night to bring snacks and to watch movies.

The chokehold that girl had on you was beyond tight.

Grabbing your headphones, backpack, wallet and phone you silently sneaked your way down the stairs, you took painfully slow steps to make sure you wouldn't make a sound.

After what felt like an eternity you had made it outside with the key to the garage, you quickly went to unlock it and retrieved your broken blue bike. It was barley rideable, but still good enough for you.

You locked the garage, keeping the keys in your pocket before you began biking away towards the closest 7/11. 

The headphones placed on your ears filled the silence of the night with the sweet melody of Lana Del Rey.

After a handful of songs and halfway through White Mustang you arrived at the small store, it being the only twenty four hour store that was closest to yours and Vada's house.

You hopped off your bike before you entered, you had already memorised what Vada wanted. It didn't take you long before you were at the counters paying for the snacks, trying not to laugh at the clearly high worker who tried to act sober.

"Thanks." The worker gave a lazy thumbs up as he cracked an even lazier smile, you chuckled as you shoved your purchases into your backpack.

You sat back down on your bike as you checked on your phone to see three unread messages by Vada.

vada (1:43am): pls ride save 🚲🚲🚲🥽🥽🛟

vada (1:57am): jez what's takis so long?

vada (1:57am): 🪚

me (1:59am): 1) i will, don't worry❤️ 2) i have to ride to the store then to yours, plus my bike is shit. 3) no we're not watching saw, last time you watched it you got nightmares

vada (1:59am): ur alive!!!🧟‍♀️🚫

vada (2:00am): hury up 

You laughed to yourself as you kept your phone back into its original position, peddling away before you took your hand out of your pocket.

Lana Del Rey's mystical voice sung a few more songs in your ears before you arrived outside of the Cavell residence. 

You swiftly got off of the bike before you walked it up the pathway to keep leaning it against the wall. 

Opening the gate you silently walked over to the back door to where Vada was already waiting for you, smiling brightly when she noticed your presence. 

"Y/n! Hi!" She whispered yelled as she grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a hug. You smiled down at her as you wrapped your arms around her.

"Hey, Vads." You replied with a warm smile as butterflies flew around in your stomach at the contact.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment before Vada gazed up at you and stole a kiss from you before she headed towards the cabinets.

You took the moment for freedom to take off your shoes, placing them neatly in the corner of the room. 

 Vada went on her tippy toes as she reached two glasses from a cabinet, dropping them a bit too carelessly making you wince.

"Wanna do me a favour?" Vada asked as she grinned at you, hopping over to the alcohol cabinet as she took out a bottle of vodka.

You raised your eyebrows as you leaned against the counter. "Depends what that is." 

"Go on my laptop and choose a movie for us to watch while I make us our drinks." She said as she shook the bottle of vodka daringly in her hands.

You laughed as you nodded your head, pushing yourself off the counter. "You already know what I'm going to put on." 

"We are not watching Spider-Man again. I beg you." 

"Fine." You decided with a roll of your eyes, somewhat not surprised Vada didn't want to watch Spider-Man for probably the fifth time this week. 

Without a noise you made your way up the stairs and towards Vada's dimly lit bedroom. You shrugged off your backpack as you dropped down on Vada's snuggliest bed.

Her laptop was already on her bed so you thankfully didn't have to get back up, stretching until you reached it and swiftly pulled the laptop onto your lap.

You opened the laptop and immediately winced at the brightness, of fucking course Vada would put her laptop at full brightness at night. 

You hurriedly lowered the brightness until you could actually look at it.

That's when you noticed the laptop was making a noise.

The Sims theme played lowly, an audio that was instantly recognisable. You smiled as you noticed Vada was still in her world.

Deciding there was no harm in it, you began looking around the beautifully decorated house Vada had built. 

It was a perfect house for the family Tara had made.

The first sim you noticed was a toddler, a boy with y/h/c coloured hair and a freckled face. 

You smiled at how cute the sim was as your eyes flickered down to the corner of the screen where a small row of sims' faces was at.

Finding the toddler's face you hover the mouse over it to get the name of the sim.

Tod Y/l/n-Cavell

You blinked, then blinked again at the name.

Y/l/n-Cavell

No fucking way. 

Without hesitation you swiftly moved the mouse to hover over the next sim, a teenage girl who had dark brown hair.

Delilah Y/l/n-Cavell

A smug smile had appeared on your lips as your eyes gazed over to the two final remain sims. Promptly you clicked onto the next sim this time, which teleported you  over to where the sim was.

Your eyes widened as you noticed the name and what the sim was doing.

Y/n L/n-Cavell was the name given to the sim that you couldn't see since it was woohooing the last sim.

You purse your lips as you stifle a laugh, much slower than before you moved to hover the mouse over the final sim which heavily resembled Vada's face.

Not to your surprise, the name 'Vada Yl/n-Cavell' appeared as the mouse hovered over the sim. 

Just as you read the name a frantic Vada flung the door open as she practically dived in your direction, slamming the laptop closed on your lap.

With Vada half on you, half not, your eyes travelled down to her face, where you couldn't see her beauty since she was hiding it on the mattress next to your thigh. 

"Please tell me you didn't see a thing." She begged through a muffled voice, you closed your eyes for a few seconds as you tried to not let out a laugh.

Swallowing any hint of laughter you said: "I didn't see anything," A small snort of laughter escaped as you muttered. "Mrs Y/l/n-Cavell." 

Vada groaned loudly as she hid her face further into the bed, throwing her hands over her head as she tried to hide herself even further.

"I think it's adorable!" You said as you managed to stifle most of the laughter, Vada violently shook her head. "You're just saying that."

"No I'm not." Vada lifted her head as she gave you an unamused expression. "You're laughing."

"I'm not." You told her with a serious expression, the corners of your lift kept lifting as you fought a smile. "I just didn't expect to see a sim version of myself fucking a sim version of you." You managed to get halfway through the sentence before you let out a deep laugh, instantly covering your mouth with your hand to try to hide it. 

Vada groaned as she slammed her head back down to hide in the duvet. "I'm never showing you my face ever again." Vada declared to you, you smiled as you positioned your hand on top of Vada's hand.

"And how exactly are you planning to never show your face to me again?" You taunted her with a grin. 

"I'll just wear a mask everywhere like that weird Minecraft streamer." Vada exaggerated through a muffled voice as you tried hiding your laughter.

You shook your head mostly to yourself to try to stop laughing as you looked down at Vada. 

"And deprive me of that pretty face of yours?" Vada nodded her head, her head still hid in the sheets. "Yes. You better start getting ready to bang me with a mask on for the rest of your life."

"Is it at least a ghostface mask?" 

Vada stayed silent for a few moments, as if the words you said had actually gotten to her, before she shook her head.

"No! Making me horny won't make me forget about this." 

You mentally reminded yourself to carry on that conversation another time with Vada.  

"Vada, I promise you, it's not that bad. It's actually cute as shit." You insisted with no laughter that time, Vada slowly picked up her head to look up at you.

Her eyes narrowed on yours as she leaned against your thigh. "You're not bullshitting me?"

You smiled as you nodded your head enthusiastically at your girlfriend. "I'd never lie to you."

"It's still embarrassing." Vada whined as she snuggled further into your clothed thigh. You laughed lowly as you removed the laptop off of your lap, placing it onto the empty space next to you.

"The most embarrassing thing about it is that you actually think I'd let you name our child Tod." You jested with a humorous grin. 

Honestly, you didn't know what was going through Vada's choosing the name Tod. You'd rather name your child Howard, a name you more than less hate.

Vada gave you a hurt look as she perched up on your thigh to be able to get a better look of you.

"Tod is a magnificent name. You'd probably name our child something nerdy like Peter." Your smile shifted to give Vada a dirty look at her words. Just because I love Spider-Man, you thought to yourself with a groan.

"There's nothing wrong with the name Peter, meanwhile there's everything wrong with the name Tod." You argued light-heartedly, the corners of Vada's lips twitched upwards, she was trying to fight her smile.

Pride withered in you at that, Vada was starting to feel less embarrassed at the whole situation.

Raising her eyebrows she gazed into your eyes. "Fine. We'll just have to name our child something absolutely ridiculous then." 

You smiled amusedly as you nodded your head as if heavily interested in the conversation. "Oh yeah? Like what?" 

Vada pursed her lips for a few moments as she glanced away from your eyes, deep in thought. As if she had figured out a top secret code, Vada returned her eyes to lock with yours, joy swirling around in her eyes.

"Donut." Vada assured with a nod of her head. You stifled a laugh as you cocked your head to the side like a husky. "Donut?" You repeated in a teasing tone.

She nodded her head confidently. "Donut; the second love of my life." Vada confirmed with a goofy grin on her face. 

You smirked, your free hand moving to rest on Vada's scalp as you played with her soft hair. "Who's your first love then?" 

"C'mon you already know the answer to that. It's obviously Bela Dimitrescu." Without hesitation you shoved Vada's head down with the hand that was on her head.

Vada laughed as she dodged your hand as she moved it so the side, landing her head back down on the top of your thigh. "Don't worry, baby. You'll always be my number one girl."

You narrowed your eyes. "Even over Bela?"

She nodded curtly against your thigh. "Even over Bela Dimitrescu."

"What about Lady Dimitrescu?" 

Vada hissed as she closed her eyes momentarily before reopening them. "That's a tough one." 

You sighed as you nodded your head in agreement. "Alright I'll give you that since she is so fine."

"So fucking fine." Vada whispered in agreement.

You smiled at Vada who beamed back at you with joy, a true sight for the sore eyes.

"How about instead of watching a movie we play sims?" Vada grinned as she sat up, grabbing the laptop as she sat by your side. 

"I'm pretty sure my sim just impregnated yours so we can name our third child donut." Vada giggled as she opened the laptop back up.

You gave her a  puzzled look. Vada's sim impregnated yours?

Why the fuck aren't you the one who had a dick? 

"Why do I have to be the pregnant one?" You questioned as Vada began replaying the game. "I give off bigger dick energy than you."

You scoffed loudly at that, rolling your eyes. "Yeah right."

[aztarion]

writing game: post the last line that you wrote and tag someone for every word in the line

i love games and posting unfinished shit.. tysm for tagging me @agentark ^^ (*googling & checking out fernweh bc of you now*)

my snippet’s just from a string of julian and sol vignettes, this time night road adjacent instead of pre- or post- (and a paragraph.. but it’s only two and a half lines really… bores in bores out wouldve been lame as hell)

if you🫵 reading this have writing to share then im tagging you🫵 but also @devilbrakers @silkenred @kazamajun @nat-seal-well because i know for sure you guys write (no pressure ofc <3)

[its-cosmerely-an-obsesh-wound]

I meant what I said

Note from my second fic that I wrote back in May

Kaladin giving Adolin that long hug, Shallan denying being jealous about it, Kaladin being happy that they're happy but also recognizing that he feels rejected...They are going home together after that drink at Jez's Duty, so help me god, even if I have to write it myself!

[oury-boros]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63583222

oh wow... whats that on my ao3... is it perhaps... a sequel to my peep show fic where jez & mark fall into an unnegotiated kink dynamic and now they suffer the consequences and have to talk about it? only one way to find out. or two, actually, once i reblog this post with a link

[sappy-friend]

Oh jez- this is my first time actually asking someone about their au but I saw that in one of your posts that involved hell kitchen, that dandy asking sprouts something about why they “invited” dandy’s ex and the arrow clearly pointing at shrimpo. Did they used to date or something like that?

(Also is it okay to write fanfic about this au? With your permission of course. Sorry if it sounds cringe or weird.)

Thats comic is unrelated to the au, lol

But yeah my friends thought it would be funny if shrimpo and dandy were exs, and now sprout is dating shrimpo

Also yes you can make fanfics

[intothedraft]

When I came to write draft 3, I tore the whole story up and practically started from scratch. Maybe because I didn't know I still had copies of the previous drafts following the Limewire Incident, but also because I'd outgrown it.

Seeing as the first two drafts are so similar, I thought I'd compare the two, and just for fun, show you how I'd write Dying Screams now, if I wanted to keep the plot roughly as-is but also make it, uh, make sense.

First of all, the changes:

Our protagonist is all grown up now

This is a GROWN UP book for GROWN UP kids, so Layane has been aged up to fourteen, and she has an on-page love interest!

In the original book she was either a toddler or eight. I say one or the other, because I switched the names. I guess I liked 'Layane' better for the protagonist.

The stakes have been raised

I can't say it's done well, but there is certainly a lot more action and danger throughout the novel.

Instead of finding their parents bodies and a note before leaving for Hiville, Layane and Clemant need to run and hide from their attacker. When their parents die, they stay dead. There is a sense of dread when Layane wakes in the middle of the ocean, and again when the boat lands on the dead-end island. Layane is almost killed by her 'brainwashed' love interest. Clemant is kidnapped many times, prompting other characters to save her. The bird is terrifying. The Dying Screams are presented as an unkillable threat, rather than 'easily defeated'.

In draft 1, any action/danger was resolved very quickly without much fuss, so it makes a nice change.

The characters (mostly) react to situations appropriately

In draft 1, Clemant hardly reacts to anything around her. Draft 2 has its flaws, but the girls are devastated when their parents are killed. Layane is terrified and angry on the boat. She is giddy when she meets up with Roan and betrayed when he turns on her. When she runs off to join the fighting, it's not because she gets to hold a cool flag, but because she is desperate to save Roan from certain death.

Yes, there are periods in the story where I forget to have characters react to things (and Clemant's personality drops off halfway through), but most of the time they do, which is a step up. They feel like they are reacting to things happening around them, rather than simply observing them.

I really, really care about LORE

We get so much lore in this. If only I could keep it consistent.

We hear about Hiville's history. The battle. The book. The prophecies. The temple. We are told about these things in detail, rather than plot-relevant locations or items just popping up randomly.

Some of the, uh, sillier elements are gone

No more Frenchman who had his DNA removed. No more squirty bottle of live-forever juice. No more Jez getting tied up repeatedly because she's annoying, or wearing jewellery that spells secret messages about how cool she is when she moves fast.

(Honestly, I should have kept that one.)

Because I've come up with BETTER silly stuff

The boat can talk! Jez smashes her own window for no reason! Gevirians canonically killed the dinosaurs! You can drink a potion to make you learn English faster! There's multiple secret villain lairs dotted around Hiville! Mystic was banished for 'being annoying'!

The dialogue is somehow simultaneously better and worse

No further comment.

The writing is much more self-conscious

Most of draft 1 made very little sense, but when I introduced something, I said it with my whole fucking chest.

Yes, this French assassin had his DNA removed by a shadow god. DEAL WITH IT.

This draft is different. I can't keep the history of Hiville consistent for more than two pages, probably because the idea of the first war happening 'millions' of years ago is a bit silly. There's a number of parts where a character explains a lore element (such as how Layane was able to defeat the Dying Screams in the book) several times to make sure the reader 'gets it', which is something I still do when working through plot elements I'm unsure about in first drafts. I think the reason G-slur comes off as insidious is because I was trying far too hard to make her a 'serious' character, to counteract how young-sounding the other Ladies are. The joke about her name is gone, presumably because I didn't want to change it, but I also didn't want to draw attention to how strange it is that she is called that.

It reads like I knew there were parts that were weak at best, but decided to ignore them, either because it's just a draft or because this is my comfort story.

On that note, if twelve-year-old me approached me now and asked me to rewrite this in a way that worked, while keeping most of the plot intact...

DYING SCREAMS: 2025 EDITION

We open on a house somewhere in middle-of-nowhere Somerset. Our sixteen-year-old protagonist, Layane, knows her life is unusual. Her parents have moved their family around many times. They never let her outside alone. Never let Layane speak to anyone. She knows this is strange: she has read books and watched films, and knows she should be in school, should have friends.

She also knows she can't. Her family are in danger. There are bad people out there who would harm or kill them if they were found. Her parents tell her that when she is older, they will tell her everything.

One day, Layane is looking after her eight-year-old sister, Clemant, while her parents are out getting groceries or something. Layane gets drawn into a book she's reading, or show she's watching, or [insert hobby here] and realises her sister has vanished. After a panicked few minutes, she finds Clemant outside, at the edge of the garden. There's a woman riding a horse down the country road, and she has stopped to talk to Clemant, who is amazed seeing the massive animal. The woman doesn't appear to be a threat, but Layane panics and drags her protesting sister back inside. Anyone could have seen them! Not wanting to worry their parents, Layane says nothing to them about what happened.

That night, Layane cannot sleep (unusual for my characters). She is terrified that the woman might be one of the bad people who wants them dead. After a while, she is so tired that she thinks she's hearing things. A woman's voice, telling Layane her family is in danger. A dream, surely. A symptom of the panic from earlier. Then she sees words carved into the wall, shockingly real. They tell her to grab her sister, get her parents, and run to the garage.

Layane hears a sound outside. It could be her parents, or an animal. Could be something else. She springs into action, grabs her sister, and goes downstairs just in time to see her father killed. She does not see his attacker.

Layane, Clemant and their mother attempt to flee, but the floorplan of the house actually makes sense this time. Layane's mother tells Layane and Clemant to run, not into the garage, just get away from here. She causes a distraction that tragically leads to her death, but not before shouting for the person to leave them alone, that they haven't told anyone anything, and the girls run outside.

Once out, Layane hears the voice again. The garage. Get into the garage. Panicked, she obeys, and finds that weird boat her parents have always had, covered in a sheet. The voice tells her to get in. The boat - an amphibious vehicle with both magical and mechanical elements - activates immediately. The girls fall asleep, and it fires down the road, destination unknown.

Layane wakes up and all she can see is ocean. The boat is still moving. She feels strange and groggy and does not think her sleep was natural. She panics, starts pressing buttons, turning the wheel to see if anything happens. Nothing does - the boat keeps moving forwards. At some point Clemant wakes up and joins Layane's frantic investigation of the boat. After a while, they give up. Layane hits and kicks the seemingly indestructible control panel, scaring Clemant. Their parents are dead. They have no one. They will die out here.

Then in the distance, Layane spots a tiny lump in the sea. An island. Her relief is short-lived, because it's a rock in the middle of endless ocean. To her horror, the boat brings them right to it, and an electronic voice announces they have reached their destination.

At first, Layane is confused. Why would the boat take them to a small, dead-end cave? Then the boat says a word and the wall opens up, revealing a marble staircase leading endlessly downwards. Carved into its walls are depictions of women with four arms and wings in impressive clothes. The first is standing under a waterfall, the next dancing in flame, the next has plants growing around her, the next flying in front of the sun, the last surrounded by darkness. There are more carvings further down, similar designs, and the staircase seems to go on forever. Layane and Clemant do not want to go down. The air is stale, and the staircase becomes an eye-aching optical illusion when they try to see its end. Then the boat starts rolling down, the stairs becoming a slope that allows it to descend with ease, and the girls know they have no choice. The ocean goes on forever. They follow the boat, which stops and lets them back in.

Layane wakes up, now certain that something knocked her out. All she can remember is being on that boat, those marble depictions of four-armed women repeating over and over as she went down. Gods, she thinks. Now Layane is no longer in the boat, but in a bed in a grand, wood-panelled room with green furnishings. No sign of Clemant, but there is a woman at the end of the bed. A blue-haired woman wrapped in fine, blue clothing. And she has wings.

Before Layane can splutter a reaction, the woman introduces herself as... well, not G-slur, I'd come up with a more appropriate name, but for the purpose of this I'll continue to call her G-slur. She tells Layane that Clemant is fine, and recovering from the effects of the journey in the next room. She is so sorry about what happened to Layane's parents. She tried to enter their minds, but could not. Adults are usually more resistant to someone entering their minds.

Layane relaxes a little. She clocks the extra two arms and tail, and knows this woman is one of those figures carved into marble, or something like them. She asks G-slur what this place is, and G-slur explains they are in an underground country called Hiville, populated by Gevirians. G-slur is one of the country's leaders, their Lady of Water. Hiville is place of powerful magic, and its leaders are the most powerful of them all. Each Lady has an important task in keeping their underground country inhabitable. Without them, this place would return to barren rock.

Then Layane asks what happened to her parents, and G-slur explains that Layane's family are special. Centuries ago, one of Layane's ancestors was the first person to enter Hiville, after a boat carrying her and a friend capsized near to the entrance. Maybe they were scientists or engineers. Something like that, anyway. They were found by two Gevirians who took pity on them and brought them inside. While they were recovering, the two humans were introduced to Gevirian magic, and the Gevirians worked with them to combine technology and magic into mechanical marvels such as the boat. Eventually, the two humans wanted to go back to their families, and the Gevirians thought it would be useful to have two people to help them relay information about the outside world into Hiville, so they agreed.

Unfortunately, that was where things started to go wrong. Layane's ancestor wanted to bring her family into Hiville, to keep their creations and magic to themselves. Hiville is a peaceful place, and she did not want to ruin that. Her friend, who obviously has the surname Sovance, thought that they should sell their inventions, along with Hiville's very existence. Think of how much money they would make!

Naturally this came to a head, and Great-Great-Great-etc-Grandma Croe killed her friend. Whether it was self-defence or not is unknown. This started a rivalry between the two families that has been ongoing to this day. The Gevirians naturally aligned themselves with the Croes, and the Sovances lost the knowledge of where Hiville's entrance is, but they know what was taken from them. Supposedly they have been tinkering with the magical items taken from Hiville by their ancestors, in hiding, planning their revenge for years. They must have been who killed Layane's family.

Layane is horrified. She asks to see her sister, and G-slur takes her there, while reassuring Layane that they are safe now. The Gevirians owe a great debt to her family for keeping their country secret, and Layane and Clemant can live here, safe from the enemy who killed their parents. That's what G-slur keeps referring to the person who killed their parents: their greatest enemy. It's a bit heavy-handed but Layane doesn't pick up on that, eager to see her sister. Layane and Clemant have a tearful reunion.

Shortly afterwards, they are introduced to Jezirah, the Lady of Plants. She seems to be in her late teens, and doesn't act as Layane would expect the leader of a country to act. Jezirah has a bangle that lets her focus her powers, because she's still pretty rusty. Jezirah tells Layane that she's younger than she looks, but was aged up via magic after the previous Lady of Plants died suddenly. It's not hereditory, Jezirah explains, but after a Lady dies, a random child is born with her powers. Some Gevirians aren't happy that the Ladies rule Hiville, she says. It would cause so many issues if the position was taken by a baby, right after the last Lady of Plants died, especially as she was starting to sympathise with the people's desire to vote for a leader like humans usually do shortly before her death. Still, never mind all that! Jezirah likes her job! Looking after Layane and Clemant is the first time she's been given any responsibility, and she takes it very seriously.

Over the next few weeks, Layane privately mourns her parents but does enjoy her newfound freedom. She's staying in Jezirah's massive, luxurious treehouse tended to by Jezirah's staff, can explore the nearby towns whenever she wants (even though it feels odd that the Gevirians treat her as a curiosity), and in Jezirah she finally has a friend. She is angry that her parents didn't bring the family here sooner. She could have been living like this all along, and they would still be alive.

One day, while walking, she comes across a temple. Unlike the other buildings here, it is shabby, crumbling. There's statues of some of the previous Ladies, now covered in weeds and damp. Layane walks up to the entrance, and feels a deep sense of dread. She thinks she hears a voice - or maybe just the wind - calling her closer. She runs away.

When she tells Jezirah what she saw, Jezirah is worried. They return to the temple. No sign of the voice, but the place is creepy as hell and Jezirah thinks maybe Layane imagined it.

I'm sure this won't come up again.

We get some more detail about the Ladies. Maybe Layane meets the others here. Maybe not. Point is: they exist, and occasionally show up at Jezirah's house, or Jezirah goes to meet them and brings the kids along because she's a mess. We see some cool elemental powers, but their roles feel more... politician than god, the longer Layane spends with them. Shafina is silent and Layane isn't sure what to think about her. G-slur appears to be running the show. Maybe I'll even give Saphirah a personality this time.

One day, someone arrives at Jezirah's house, escorted inside by Jezirah's guards. A Gevirian girl around Layane's age, who -

(Of course I'm making Roan a girl. Also, I'm going to change the spelling to Roen, as it is in every other draft. I know I could make Jezirah a viable love interest too, but I'm sticking with the previous plot. Anyway.)

- was walking near the temple with her father, when he heard a voice. The girl, Roen, watched in horror as her father walked deeper into the temple, touched a brick that transported them to a hall deep as the earth's core, and walked up to an old book on a podium before disappearing. Roen ran until she reached Jezirah's grand treehouse to ask for help.

Of course, Layane hears all about this afterwards, as Roen cannot speak English. All Layane knows is there was a commotion, and something bad must have happened to that girl. The other Ladies turn up to discuss, before heading to the temple. Layane tries to listen in to their conversation, but they are speaking Gevirian.

Afterwards, when Roen is safely at home with her family / other parent / whoever, Jezirah tells Layane about the Book. An ancient magical artefact, created by the Lady of Shadow from hundreds of years ago, to contain a human army that discovered them and tried to attack. The thing was designed to drag every human in Hiville inside it, so it's lucky that the only humans in Hiville were the army. Unfortunately the way she bound the book meant that they were unable to die, and continued to survive within the pages as a ghostly army. (Happens to us all.) The Gevirian Ladies at the time tried to destroy the book, but found they were unable to without opening it and releasing the ghostly threat they called the Dying Screams. Instead, the Lady of Shadows cursed it so that whoever opened the book would hand control of the army to their greatest enemy. No one would ever open it, but they hid it in the temple anyway, just in case.

It's all okay, though! They've knocked down the entrance to the temple. It was old and creepy, anyway. Some leftover from when the Gevirians treated the Ladies as gods. Jezirah always hated the thing.

After Jezirah has told Layane all of this, Layane realises that Clemant has been listening in, and is understandably terrified. What if the person who killed our parents gets the book, Clemant says? They're our enemy. Layane and Jezirah reassure her that nothing is going to happen.

Dot dot dot.

A few days later, Layane runs into Roen in the nearby market. They don't speak each other's languages, but somehow Roen knows Layane just lost her parents, too. Roen shows Layane around and they have a nice little time together during the calm before the storm. They teach each other a few words in their respective languages. It's nice.

Then the calm before the storm becomes the storm. Clemant is in bed, when she hears a voice. Her mother's voice. She thinks she is seeing things, but her mother explains she's a ghost. She can't touch Clemant, or stay with her long. But there's a book that contains all the ghosts, and if it's opened, Clemant's parents will be free. Ghost Mother leaves, and Clemant follows.

Layane wakes to find Clemant's bed empty. She goes to look for Clemant and sees her outside at the base of the tree, walking into the forest as though sleepwalking. Layane gets Jezirah and they set off.

Quickly, they lose Clemant. Jezirah asks Layane to wait while she swings through the trees to find her. She leaves her bangle with Layane, in case she needs it.

Then Roen shows up. She is acting strangely. She seems to know more words in English now, and it soon becomes apparent that she is there to kill or harm Layane. It makes no sense. They had such a nice time together! Roen says she needs to kill Layane because humans will always try to kill Gevirians. And she has a gun! Oh no! Roen tries to shoot Layane, and Layane uses the bangle erratically to defend herself and ends up blasting Roen with magic, sending her flying into the undergrowth. Jezirah spots Clemant near the temple, then returns having heard the commotion. Layane is traumatised but decides to focus on her sister.

Jezirah and Layane reach the temple and find a hole has been dug through the rubble. A perfectly Clemant-sized hole.

We cut to Clemant, who has reached the book. Her mother is with her, and the moment Clemant touches the book, she can swear she can feel her mother's hand on her shoulder. Her nails are long and sharp, which is weird, but that's fine. As Clemant opens the book, she realises the thing on her shoulder is a fucked up human-bird hybrid with swirling eyes, but it's too late. She collapses.

Jezirah and Layane eventually rescue her, and pull her away as the Dying Screams are released from the book. They run as the ghosts swarm around the temple, then spill free, and fly towards towns and villages. Jezirah and Layane hide with Clemant.

There's chaos. Blood. Fighting. (Etc.) Jezirah and the girls make it to G-slur's underwater house to ask for help. G-slur says she knows what must have happened: that family, the Sovances, must have found a way into Hiville. Presumably they followed Layane and Clemant inside! And they have all sorts of magic-enhanced gadgets and biological experiments, including something powerful enough to make you do anything according to rumours. G-slur dashes away and heroically pushes back the Screams with her powers, saving hundreds of civilians. Her magic will not hold forever, though, she says.

Layane and Clemant hide out in Jezirah's house as the Gevirians go to war. Roen comes to, sees that her country has been overtaken by fighting and ghosts, and realises she has a big gap in her memory. Word has got out that there are two humans in Hiville who have doomed everyone. They even hid the book, you know, the only thing known to stop the Screams, because they would be sucked in, too. It's not in the temple any more, so they must have hid it! Roen knows she has to warn Layane. She heads to Jezirah's house, has a confused and panicked conversation with the others - for some reason, after her brain was scrambled, her English has massively improved, something that Jezirah said happened to her after she was aged up via magic by G-sl- right as the Gevirian army discovers Layane and Clemant's location.

The girls, helped only by Jezirah after the other Ladies seemingly side with the mob (G-slur privately telling Jezirah that she will fix it, don't worry), end up on the run, aiming to leave Hiville. At some point, Jezirah reminds us all that the last Lady of Plants died under mysterious circumstances. Maybe because she's angsting over not being able to help much. At some point Roen and Layane kiss, or Jezirah and Layane kiss (providing I have made Jezirah old enough so I don't have to examine the ethical implications of Layane kissing someone who was aged up via magic), or they all kiss each other in front of Clemant, who is very uncomfortable.

They face threats from the army, the bird, and the Sovances. Except the Sovances seem... off. It's unclear why they're there, what they're doing. They seem to want to make money from Hiville but also want to completely destroy it. After one of The Gals (dealer's choice) manages to knock one of the Sovances out, the captured Sovance comes to and it becomes apparent that they were under the spell of something powerful. They have no idea where they are or what they're doing.

But why, Layane says, would they hypnotise themselves with their own bird? It doesn't make any sense!

They don't have time to dwell, because they get attacked again, or [miscellaneous peril]. But good news, they're close to where the boat is stored by the entrance of Hiville! (Note to self: actually map out how Hiville is laid out.) On the way, they pass the temple, which is... being rebuilt? It's odd, why the hell would anyone want to rebuild it? The old statues are gone, replaced by a new one, which looks a hell of a lot like -

Then it hits them. G-slur. She must have orchestrated all of this. She expressed annoyance that the people no longer treat the Ladies as gods, she has the power to control people, and as the only one able to push back the Screams she has the most to gain from the chaos. Layane and Clemant never saw their parents' killer so it could have easily been her, which would mean she now controls the Dying Screams! Layane remembers something her mother said before she died, we haven't told anyone anything. That doesn't really make sense if it's aimed at the Sovances.

Makes a whole lot of sense aimed at G-slur, though...

Holy fuck, she might have even killed the last Lady of Plants!

Jezirah has a bit of a crisis, realising that the girls were put under her care because G-slur knew she would fuck up. Then they all rally. The BOOK. They need to find the book and use it to trap the Dying Screams again. If G-slur orchestrated this, she presumably has the means to stop it, so she must have the book!

Which means... she plans for Layane and Clemant to die. Layane has a choice. She can leave, let G-slur become a dictator, and stay on the run from presumably both G-slur and maybe the Sovances for the rest of her life. Or she can fix the first place that has ever felt like home.

She decides the latter.

Now armed with a plan, and probably several swords and guns, Layane sends Clemant and the remaining (now un-hypnotised and very confused) Sovances to safety. Maybe there was once a feud, but it's over now. Layane insists to Jezirah and Roen that she will join the others before they activate the book, as they won't let her sacrifice herself.

Then, they head to G-slur's house. G-slur is not there when the girls arrive, but they are faced with soldiers/booby traps/some kind of threat. Maybe it turns out Saphirah is in on it, because she has a personality now. They search until they find the Book, but... oh shit! They have no idea how to use it to trap the Screams!

G-slur arrives and tries to stop them via horrible water magic and mind control, and Layane and Roen escape with the book as Jezirah holds her off. Layane and Roen head to find Shafina, who has never spoken whenever she previously appeared and has always felt like a bit of a wildcard. Supposedly it was the Lady of Shadow who trapped the ghostly army last time, so she must know!

They are of course right, and it turns out Shafina not only knows, but was the person who created the book in the first place. Yep, she's super old. She says she can activate it, but then Layane will be trapped in the book, too. Shafina could probably stop G-slur as well, but she's been alive for so long that she prefers to just observe. Shafina teaches them the words to use. Layane and Roen tell her she's a coward, before racing away to get Layane to safety before activating the book. They don't think their harsh words had any impact on Shafina, but she does save Jezirah from being killed by G-slur by yoinking her away.

On the way, Layane and Roen are stopped by G-slur's army. It looks like they're stealing the book! Layane immediately decides to sacrifice herself and yells the words that binds the Screams to the book.

In the aftermath, G-slur acts like this was her plan all along. She let Layane into Hiville because she knew - because of her awesome powers - that Layane would save them. The temple housing the book is rebuilt, and is basically a temple to G-slur, worshipping her powers and role in the war. Jezirah and Roen are in hiding, terrified that G-slur will find and kill them before they can tell everyone the truth.

Meanwhile, inside the book, Layane comes to. She's still alive, still solid, unlike the other ghosts in the book, who appear to be fading. They have been held to this earth for too long. They don't attack her. While outside of G-slur's control, they seem more... trapped. Tired and confused. Stuck to a world in a half-life. Layane tells them she has a plan to free them all.

In the weeks afterwards, something odd starts happening. Gevirians who visit the temple hear a voice. Layane's voice, telling them that she has defeated the Dying Screams within the book, and that G-slur was the one controlling them. That this was all a trick.

G-slur brushes it off publicly as the Screams attempting to sow discord. Then privately, she goes to the temple to check out the book. It seems... different. It's no longer trying to drag people inside. G-slur realises that Layane must be telling the truth. She doesn't know how the magic works, nor the impact throwing a 21st century teenager into a book full of, I don't know, Viking (?) ghosts would have. She approaches the book and opens it, aiming to free Layane and kill her.

Of course, the Dying Screams are not dead yet, and by opening the book, G-slur handed total control of them over to her greatest enemy: Layane.

The Screams burst free and tear G-slur apart before she can freeze them in living ice or whatever. Layane follows, and her last act of control over the ghosts is to release them - something that G-slur and the other Gevirians could have done all along, if they'd thought of the ghosts as anything other than a mindless threat. The Screams disappear. Hiville is saved.

Everyone finds out what happened quickly, because G-slur's arrogance meant she left a tonne of evidence that she was evil all along. This includes evidence that Layane's family used to live in Hiville, until G-slur started using them as scapegoats for anything that went wrong, and they fled. Hiville's people get to vote for a leader for the first time, rather than leaving ruling the country to those born with elemental powers, and funny thing is: no blue-haired baby is born in the immediate aftermath, and Hiville continues to function without its Lady of Water. Layane and Clemant decide to stay in Hiville. It's nice. Peaceful. A world of magic, etc etc.

There's an epilogue, because I know twelve-year-old me would have loved an epilogue. Layane and Roen, or Layane and Jezirah, or whatever, grow up and have a baby together. That baby, some variation of half-Gevirian-half-human, is born with shocking blue hair.

THE END

This... turned out longer than I planned. If I don't write something for my next writing group meeting I'm going to have to admit it's because I wrote this instead.

[millipedemypants]

been thinking about peep show yuri... mark and jez are two loser butches in croydon. i want to draw and i want to write i Need to yurify/dykify/lesbify them very very soon...

[emeritus-fuckers]

I just wanna say how much I absolutely ADORE your blog and I've sent in a concerning amount of anon requests 😅 but if you're up for it, any more soft hopeless romantic Terzo headcanons?

I've answered a concerning amount of anon requests, no worries. This blog is like three weeks old and there's a lot of shit already. Mostly because yours truly empties the inbox asap just to whine about being bored later. @hoeforallthepapas can confirm. - Jez

Hopeless romantic Terzo headcanons

I feel like both he and Copia fall into the category of hopeless romantic. The difference is, Copia is awkward and learned most of the things he does from movies while Terzo, ever the spontaneous and flamboyant man, goes all out and uses his own ideas.

Remember the white and pink outfit from He Is?

Yeah, he wears stuff like that a lot, surprisingly. And if he does, it's most likely because he's planning a little surprise for you.

So if you see him in pink, just be prepared.

He's a sucker for setting up a chocolate fountain (that's what they're called, right?), slicing up your favorite fruit and feeding you with his hand.

Loves it if you do the same to him, he always kisses your fingertips.

Slow dances on his balcony as the sun sets and he hums a tune just for the two of you.

There is not a single day that he doesn't give you flowers.

Usually asks Primo for help, since he knows the meaning of each one.

If he's not in the Ministry and he couldn't take you with him, he gets one of his Ghouls to leave the flowers on your bed.

He's pervy, sure, but he also loves to cuddle with you. He loves the feeling of holding you close.

Cardiophilia. Definitely. He loves hearing your heartbeat.

He also loves to hear your soft breathing as you sleep. He's just so enamored with you.

He writes you poetry. Secondo makes fun of him for it.

As corny as it is, he loves walking on the beach with you.

Wouldn't mind some soft sex on the beach, too.

Randomly hugs you and kisses you all over your face for no reason.

He inherited his father's Simp Gaze™. He could look at you for hours.

If you ever get pregnant, he loses it.

Worships the air you breathe and the ground you walk on.

You have to physically pull him away from your stomach because he absolutely will not leave it alone.

It's his baby in there! It's a little human that's half him and half you! He's completely in love!

[sande5098]

If you don't mind Whould you write me a imagine Fanfic Oneshot of about me and Will Halstead pliss? 🥺🥺❤️❤️

In the Rain

Characters: Fem. Reader x Will Halstead

Requested: Yes, by @zaidatorcuatomorgado I really hope you enjoy this🩷

Prompt: "Dance with me and pretend the world doesn't exist."

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, fluff, just will being an absolute sweetheart ♡🥰

word count: 1.1K

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You sat at bar swirling what was left of your whiskey, after a long day at home and an even longer day at work you were ready for the weekend. Praying that no disasters caused a last minute call in to work. Currently, you'd had enough of the world and the dried tear tracks showed that, Timothy, your fiancé had just broken up with you well, ex-fiancé, and now, you didn't have it in yourself to go home. Too many raw emotions and memories. And there was no point in crying over a pint of Ben and Jerry's ice cream tonight, besides if you found someone else whose bed you could get into, even better.

"Hey can I have 2 of what the woman beside me's drinking" You raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything to the red head as he took the bar stool beside you. Frowning a bit when you had another whiskey neat passed towards you. "Thanks" "you looked like you needed it." he replied easily shrugging his shoulders. "Jez, a ‘no problem’ or ‘you're welcome’ would've been fine" rolling your eyes, you finished off the last of your whiskey before moving on to the one the stranger beside you had so kindly bought you.

"Is everything okay? You look like you're going through something." the redhead asked you. You snorted a little, "Who are you, my therapist?" The man chuckled, "Close enough, I'm a doctor." You nodded at that, half expecting the answer to be some form of healthcare professional. "Y/n L/n" you turned and smiled at him. He done the same. "Will Halstead." "It's nice to meet you doctor Halstead" you purred quietly to him, you could see a tinge of red rising to Will's face, It clashed horribly with his hair but at the same time you thought it looked quite cute. Drinking the last of your whiskey, you saw Will's drink go largely untouched. "You not a fan?" Will gave you a tight smile, "No I'm more of a spirits guy myself do you want it?" He relied easily. Without another word you picked up the drink and drank half of the glass.

"Did you just order what I ordered to try to pick me up." Raising an eyebrow with an amused smirk playing on your lips. "Is it working? Because if it is, that's a yes." You felt a hand slide from your middle spine to your lower spine, sitting on the curve, sending a shiver through your body. "Maybe..." Your left hand reached for his thigh. You felt the strong muscles flex beneath your touch. Making you want to shiver but you refused the urge. You could feel the effect of the past three or four shots on your stomach, you knew your head was clouded but at the same time you couldn’t bring yourself to care much. “What do you want to drink?” Will gave you a curious look, “just a vodka and coke.” You nodded and finished the shot of whiskey and asked the bartender for a shot of vodka and a vodka and coke. You were slightly glad for Will’s hand on the small of your back. You knew that you probably would’ve fell off the stool by now otherwise, and you didn’t feel particularly like ending up in the E.R for a cracked open skull.

"You're wondering what's got me drinking so heavily? My fiancé dumped me." You said, shrugging your shoulders, your eyes drifted away from his sorrowful soft expression, you didn't want people to feel sorry for you. Things like this happened to people all the time, it wasn't worth crying over Timothy anymore. "Im sorry to hear that, you must be taking it quite harshly." he motioned to the drink, "Speaking of, how much have you had to drink in the last hour?” Will asked as you suddenly downed the next shot as soon as it was set in front of you. You squeezed your eyes shut at the taste “about 5 ish now" you shrugged, not really caring. He gave you an 'are you serious look, making you giggle. "Come on, I'll take you home" Will handed his card over to the bartender, telling him to close both of your tabs out before helping you stand up.

As soon as you were on both of your feet the world started spinning around you, you could barely put a foot in front of the other without stumbling. At least Will was there to save you from making a fool of yourself by falling flat on your face, for that you were glad. The dizziness got a little better the longer you stood and you could at least walk without stumbling now in a somewhat decent straight line.

"Ugh it's raining, just amazing." you complained, Will smiled down softly at you, "Come on, It's not that bad right?" Looking up at him you had to pull your gaze away as you felt your cheeks get flushed. "Here, take my coat." The red head said as he placed the coat over your shoulders, the heat from it made you shudder and bury the remainder of your body into the coat which drowned you, reaching halfway down your calfs. "Thanks" you mumbled as you could feel your eyes burning, trying to kid yourself into the fact that the rain managed to get into your eyes and that they were just watering was no use, especially when you tried to hide it.

Will looked down at you as you sneakily tried to wipe your eyes, he captured your chin and tilted your head so your e/c eyes and his light brown eyes met. Using his other hand, he wiped away the remaining tears slowly rolling down your cheeks. "Just dance with me and pretend the world doesn't exist." he whispered, upon recognising the slow dance that could be heard from the jukebox within the bar. "In the rain? You'll get a chill without anything to keep you dry." you laughed lightly as more rain dripped onto your face, except this time it was from Will's hair. "Why not?" He took his hands and placed them on your waist, you moved yours to around his neck and he started to move, guiding your steps.

The traffic of the wet Chicago night really just set the right scene for this, the occasional honk of a car horn in the distance, the muffled, yet beautiful melody playing from the jukebox, even the rain played its part as you apologised yet again for stepping on Will's feet again as he just laughed at you.

As the song came to an end, he brought you to his car to give you that ride that he had offered. He even left his number on your kitchen counter for when you woke up the next morning and you couldn't help but smile at the cute post-it note that contained a phone number and a little smiley face with curly hair.

[pliablehead]

Heyo, what do you consider the top 5 must-watch EE interviews???

I AM SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS and I think it's because I really don't have a proper answer!! So much of my deep dive into EE was done in one long hyperfixation spiral back when I was first getting fangirl-level into them, a good 6 or 7 years ago, and so I'm running into the problem of most of the interview content I've consumed all sort of homogenizing into one sort of blur of Lore that I've internalized and I am not doing a great job at separating out into its individual components! So, that said, the following list is probably not in line with what I'd actually ultimately believe to be the best, most crucial ones--it's just the ones my brain can call to mind at the moment. lol. BUT HERE ARE SOME:

serious/insightful: • Jon and Alex for Tape Notes podcast. (so not a must-watch so much as a much-listen, but there are a few individual clips from this on youtube in video form as well I believe.) RDF is my favorite EE album and I thought this was a hugely interesting look into their writing process and also had a bunch of cool personal stuff in it! Plus, I think it's a very good look at who the band are, like, "now" -- there's a lot of great content around from MA up through GTH, but by the time they were on album 4 and all like, 30+, and especially once covid hit and sort of changed the trajectory of like.. bands, in general, I feel like it's just been a different animal re: regular interviews etc. • this 2013 3-parter with Jonathan. It's been ages since I watched it but I remembered it almost immediately, and for some reason I'm remembering it as an oddly vulnerable Jon moment. just talking about things. (more good band lore! etc.)

funny/meme-y: • Mike and Jez at Isle of Wight. Unlike many others, I could not possibly count how many times I have rewatched this, and it is funny every time. The interviewer is a buffoon asking totally clueless questions and Jez is having absolutely none of it, he's just chomping his chewing gum the entire time, Mike's doing his best, it destroys me. • Mike and Jez look at memes. Less interview-y and more just #content but whoever edited this video did a TOP NOTCH JOB and it's one I often show to not-in-this-fanbase friends that can still be a fun look at the band and a good laff. • This very sweet one with Alex and Mike being interviewed by a literal child. Contains the infamous "Jeremy, and yes," which is one of my most quoted EE-related sentences ever • this Man Alive track-by-track, also audio only.. the BITS that Jon and Alex are doing. truly incredible stuff

just lads having a nice time :) : • the CAPSLOCK ON talkback - lots of pleasant band and lyric insight, and a great Jez cheese moment at the end • this livestream dot com session is some performing but some Q&Aing, so not really an interview proper, but the energy in the room is delightful alskdghj

other noteworthy bodies of work: • anything with Andy Backhouse. I'll be the first to admit that Andy can grate my nerves sometimes, he often feels annoyingly a little too simp-y or something, but the other side of that coin is that as a huge fan of the band he actually does always ask them questions that are like, Real, he Gets them, so it's guaranteed to be a notch up from just random music journos who are engaging with them on a more surface industry level. Nothing is more frustrating than watching an EE interview where the interviewer just so blatantly doesn't "get" EE's whole deal and doesn't know how to interface. Andy never has that problem ! • any episode of Chips of Chorlton that features them (I think Jon's been on twice and Jeremy once). Dutch Uncles are their friends and hearing them all shoot the shit in an extremely comfortable environment is suuuuch a pleasant and wholly different experience than when the lads are being Professional Music Band guys, even when the latter still consists of them doing fairly goofy things

A VERY LONGWINDED AND NOT ESPECIALLY COMPREHENSIVE ANSWER ?? !!!!! Ultimately I think I was the wrong man for the job. @hellkitepriest has way more of an archivist's nature sort of just intrinsically than I do, he can probably do a better and less ridiculous job akjdshglak