#q+a with vel

[vriskabot]

do you have any davris headcanons?

i saw this ask the instant it came in and i could not believe my EYES. trust when i tell you ive been typing FURIOUSLY in the meantime okay. okay headcanons. -dave has always been a little genderweird and vriska putting makeup on him when she was bored one night unlocked his third eye and now he cant stop putting red shit all over his eyelids -vriska has also always been genderweird and you can see where im going with this. -she steals his clothes ALL the time -he pretends to hate it when she gets her disgusting $5 perfume stink all over said clothes but you know he loves that shit (and she knows it too) -flaming bisexuals -once theyve been together for a while they are THE most "i am going to have the longest silent conversation with someone across the room you have ever seen in your life" -they both think they can read each other like a book but in truth its only about 60-70% accurate -the inaccuracies are always funny as fuck though and 9 times out of 10 its some entirely off the wall MADNESS due to their upbringings they think is entirely normal. the conversations that directly follow these revelations are legendary amongst the extended crew and every single one thats happened in a public memo has been screenshotted by basically everyone they know -speaking of which. i dont think they dm for basically anything ever. they either have conversations right in the GC (sometimes in the middle of other conversations, which karkat fucking HATES, especially when they flirt with each other) or they speak in person/over the phone. no in between -they flirt with each other all the time and its disgusting but its incomprehensible to literally everyone else. vriska tells dave she found some gnarly roadkill and sends coordinates and dave is like "babe stop not in front of everybody" -she used to send pictures too but that got shut down real quick and now thats really all she dms him for -i dont think vriska likes it for the same reasons dave does but he did absolutely get her into the weird and wacky world of vulture culture. dave likes the wet specimens the most but vriskas a fan of bones and taxidermy -speaking of which. this is more vriska/troll-centric but i love the idea of vriska being able to eat bones. dave gets the same schoolboy "oh my god this is so cool" kick out of it every single time -im well aware that music is a time thing but i genuinely cannot comprehend a world wherein vriska is not a music girlie. this definitely did a lot of the heavy lifting in The Early Days because when youre emotionally constipated sometimes you gotta let a song do the talking FOR you -vriska 100% introduced dave to crunkcore and he got way more into it than she ever did. he listens to 3oh3 religiously -dave samples vriska on his tracks all the time because she CANNOT shut the fuck up. he also likes taking pictures of her but even after years together he still kinda keeps those to himself and gets flustered when she finds one -man i just really love the idea of them being fucking obsessed with each other. they rag on each other ALL the time because thats just how they feel the most comfortable being affectionate but at the end of the day they snuggle up all soft and quiet and just enjoy being with somebody who understands how hard it can be to even allow that to happen in the first place -they ARE super casually affectionate with each other though, even in group settings. i dont think theyd like grand pda like kissing or saying 'i love you' in public but personal space just doesnt really exist for them. they hang off each other and sling legs over laps all willy nilly -they also stim on each other. dave likes to play with her hair while hes talking and vriska likes to play with his hands/fingers when shes bored this post is so LONG i could keep going for days. please always ask me about davris, especially if youve got more specific questions!!!

[velourfant]

mutual pining is my favorite narumitsu hc but i also thoroughly enjoy “not really unrequited love” from miles’ end and derive the most satisfaction from imagining miles pining HARD, especially during 7 year gap.

consider the following:

phoenix not having the emotional capacity to work through how he feels about miles. miles being in a better place to reflect bc he’s grown so much in the og trilogy + aai1&2. miles knowing this isn’t the right time to act on these emotions. phoenix tearing himself apart because he doesn’t understand why edgeworth won’t leave.

my third eye opened when i realized narumitsu hits harder when miles, the one you think won’t understand how he feels, is the one who makes the connection first.

i also might be writing 1-2 fics abt this. who knows.

[himbopunk]

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vetrivel...my favorite little guy. he is so grabbable and So on fire

[greaseonmymouth]

til solen står op (52111 words) by nerakrose Chapters: 21/? Fandom: Afdeling Q | Department Q (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Assad/Carl Mørck, Assad & Carl Mørck Characters: Carl Mørck, Assad (Afdeling Q), Marcus Jacobsen, Rose Knudsen, Jesper (Afdeling Q), Hardy (Afdeling Q) Additional Tags: Aftermath of Violence, Police Brutality, All Cops Are Bastards, Whump, Forced Outing, Eventual Happy Ending, Assad Whump, WIP Tags, POV Alternating, Original Character(s), Pining, Father-Son Relationship, Queer Themes, Situationship (temporary), Demisexual Character, Demisexual Carl Mørck, Jesper lever i et univers hvor han har TO papfædre. han kan ikke overbevises om andet, lidt for detaljerede beskrivelser af kaffe nu når jeg tænker over det, Carl og Assad skændes som et gammelt ægtepar ❤️, jeg mener den her fic endelig fortjener et slow burn tag helt ærligt, Slow Burn, Masturbation, Pining: i n t e n s i f i e s Summary: "Der er to tusind klagesager mod politiet hvert år. Vi vinder dem allesammen. Er det fordi vi aldrig begår fejl eller fordi vi beskytter hinanden?" - Carl Mørck, Journal 64

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nogen (mig) har haft en dårlig dag på arbejdet i dag så her er et kapitel hvor andre mennesker har haft en OK dag på arbejdet

[charlottcharles]

she’s a sensitive tiny queer girl who is filled to the brim with Yearning™️, hardened and radicalized by the world around her. i’ve simply never been more represented in star wars.

Character Appreciation Friday - Vel Sartha

Name: Vel Sartha Played by: Faye Marsay Appearances: Aldhani, The Axe Forgets, The Eye, Announcement, Narkina 5, Nobody's Listening!, Daughter of Ferrix, Rix Road

Happy Friday and happy VELENTINE'S DAY, gang!!! Look I'm not gonna act like this is a normal one because that would be very dishonest of me. This is the most important day of the year for me, and I'd really really really love if everyone would help out with spreading appreciation and love for my number one sad girl rebel.

Please let me know what you appreciate about dear Vel in a reblog, comment, or ask!

Next week: Brasso

[bygabyii]

Velcer, The Clever One ❕☝️🤓🎾

~ A bit about Vel ! ~

Velcer is the child of Alphys and Undyne. She's basically a hybrid? Of amphibian and fish. Has problems with asthma, and try to improve with physical exercises. She always carries a pump in the pocket. And what you'll see her do most is tennis! Velcer is friendly, charismatic, energetic, sarcastic and playful, extrovert and silly. But ironically gets very shy when praised by her mothers and friends. It's also quite honest and direct when wanting to be. As you saw earlier, she is a big fan of sports, especially tennis. She has her own stylish racket and loves to practice! Maybe got it from Undy?

Also, she is a BIG nerdy geek!! Loves puzzles, computer games, handheld games (She has a Nintendo switch) and music. Plus, loves to talk about fandoms and is the kind of monster who would tweet opinions about her favorite media and maybe start a discussion about it lol (( Also, think about her being a fanatic about the frutiger aero aesthetic !!!! Velcer it's best friends with Noelle and Berdly, being basically the honest friend and advisor to both of them. Since she would probably give advices to Noelle and sermons for Berdly. She is very cool in friendships, loves to play pranks and jokes with her friends too! Because she is basically the daughter of a teacher, she does most of her homework to please her mother ofc. She is an average student between +A to B. Velcer may be a little "feared" for being child of the town police officer, largely due to Undyne's irresponsible authoritarian personality lol!!

I really want to blog about Velcer and explain more things about her, like relationships, personal tastes and cool stuff. Just ask in my Q&A box!~

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Sooo that's it!! If you noticed, I basically did a remake of the first blog I made about her, but I redesigned it and made it more harmonious and pleasant. So that's it!! I'd love to answer things about her and I hope you liked my lil green bean!! 👋✨🩵

Have her lil playlist for funsies ↓

[lacedinweb22]

♱ Vampire Next Door ♱ Miguel O'Hara x reader

Ch. 13: A… vampire ♱❦︎₊° prev part

“Vel, keep him down!” 

“I am!” Velvet’s claws are digging into yet another agent hunting down Miguel. She’s on her knees, constraining the huge man, as Miguel punches and slams him down, questioning and cursing at him.

“He’s tracking you!” Vel nods at his neck. Miguel ignores this, too caught up in the violence.

“Last chance. Who sent you?!” he growls, slamming the agent down again. 

“They’re onto you, Miguel. You can’t run forever,” he grins, blood covering his face. 

“They’re tracking you, Miguel. Cut it out, or I’ll tear it out!” her claws are on his neck, nails beginning to pierce his skin. 

The crimson in his eyes glows brighter; he knows what he has to do.

His fangs rip into his neck; he spits the tracker out onto his palm. A puddle of blood begins to surround him.

****

Once again, the noise from the other side of that wall kept you up: Slamming, yelping, and shouted conversation.

You contemplated knocking, you paced in the hall between your doors, and you thought about everything you’d witnessed up until now. But the stubborn voice in your head demanded you go to your fire escape, demanded you look through his window, and creep on your neighbor, something you were sure he’d done before.

To your luck, it was raining, but from what you could see through the glass, two figures hovered over one, slamming and fighting with the one being pinned on the floor.

Is it him? Could he be the one being beat into the ground? 

You slowly, carefully slid the window up, the beating rain covering up the noise you made as you slipped inside. 

You know you’re in the wrong, you know you might end up pinned on the ground beside him, but it’s instinctual. Your body is on autopilot, out of your control, and now,

you’re here 

looking onto the bloody scene. Vel looks up at you, but she’s quickly absorbed into the background. All you see is Miguel, blood smeared across his face after he just ripped that man’s neck out. 

You try to catch your breath, your thoughts race as you try to make sense of how it all led to this. You knew he was different, but this was the cold, hard truth cruelly slapped into your face.

 He looks up, blood dripping from his lips. 

The bloodthirsty creature you just watched tear up a man, becomes human, his face softens, looking across the room at you. 

You stumble back, losing balance, vision becoming blurry.

Then Velvet comes back into view, now right in front of you. 

“Sorry, pretty girl,”

And the blur becomes black.

****

You hear them before you see them. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“We had a mission and she interrupted it! I already told you! I needed her to sleep for a bit so we could finish up. Come on Spidey, look, wow, how convenient: we’ve cleaned up a bit, you had some time to gather your thoughts, and now, perfect, we can properly inform her.”

“What about her? Was she given that same time to gather her thoughts? That same consideration before you knocked the shit out of her? And there’s no ‘we,’ you already fucked this up. Pinche idiota.”

“Stop calling me that!”

You open your eyes. Miguel and Vel look down at you. You move your fingertips against the material you’re lying on, trying to gather some sense of awareness: Miguel’s couch. 

Finally, you manage to get a few words out. 

“Miguel, you– oh god, my head.”

You feel an ache in your arm. You look down at it, your elbow is wrapped up.

“I know, Y/N. I gave you some injections to help with your head. Just a few precautionary measures in case it is a concussion. Velvet hit you hard. I’m sorry, and she’s sorry, aren’t you, Velvet?” he turns to her, anger in his eyes. 

“Super.”

“It pounds,” you mutter, trying to sit up.

“Still got it. Thanks for the feedback,” she grins, proudly, insensitively. 

You glare up at her. 

“It was a heat of the moment thing,” she whines in defense, then looks at you sympathetically, “I am sorry, babe,” she whispers, stroking your hair. 

“‘Sorry, babe’ que nada. You’re such an asshole,” he swats her hand away.

He slowly drops to his knees, and puts his hand to your back, effortlessly helping you sit up. He grabs the glass of water on the side table. 

“Drink some, please,” he mutters, nodding, holding the glass to your lips, as you struggle to hold it yourself. 

The memories start to come back, but they’re all fuzzy.

“It feels like a dream. Please tell me that was a dream. Please–” 

He brushes your hair out of your face.

“I wish it was a dream. I’m sorry, Y/N… Vel, I need you to leave for a second, dios, make that forever,” he mutters before turning back to you.

Vel rolls her eyes then walks out. 

“If that was real…” you exhale, 

“I guess I really know now… know what you are.”

He pauses, then sits up straight, “What?”

“I’ve been thinking… about school, back then. You’ve changed so much since then. And if I’m remembering it all correctly: your eyes, your fangs, the blood. I mean come on, Miguel, I know. You’re a… vampire,”

“Wait… what?” 

He looks confused, offended even.

“A vamp– you know what, I can see how you would think that.” 

Confusion is wiped off his face, replaced with amusement. You stare at him, waiting for more.

“So you can see how– are you denying it or…?”

He runs a hand through his waves. 

“I can see how you would think that. I know how it looks,” he laughs, looking down, then he sees you’re serious, so he gets serious.

“I had an accident at Alchemax, uhh last year. Someone sabotaged my work, and it mutated my genes. I’m just… mutated,” he nods as if it were as simple as that.

“And all of that?” you ask, pointing to the mopped up floor, wanting more. He ignores you, and continues,

“This is beyond confidential. This is life or death. I’m not even supposed to be– they’ve been after me before. They either want to kill me, or they want me as their soldier, I mean this isn’t… I shouldn’t even–”

“So you don’t… drink blood?”

He scowls at you, then stands up, towering over you, “No, I don’t drink blood. I mean sure, sometimes I have frenzies that make me think I need blood, I mean the spider part of me, but– I just, I take care of it, I manage.”

“I’m still considering you a vampire–”

“No more questions; you’d just become more of a liability. I don’t want them to have the option of torturing it out of you. That’s it. I’ve said my piece.”

“Torture?” 

He nods. You sit in shock, trying to process all of it. 

“Spider?”

“That’s enough for today. You shouldn’t have been there, I never wanted you to see me like that, I already knew being this close, living this close to you would be a risk… But seriously, you’ll stumble upon it when it’s time, trust me–”

“It? Mig, if there’s more, I’m here now, just–”

“That’s enough for today,” he asserts, shutting you up effectively. 

You lay back down, massaging circles into your temples.

“God, excuse me for asking. I’m sure if you had claw marks slashed across you, and heard someone screaming bloody murder night after night across the hall, you would be this curious too, I mean–”

“Claw marks? Where?”

“No, I was just saying–”

He’s still towering over you, intimidating you, questioning you now.

“Where.” he demands.

“My hips, okay. Jesus, my hips.” You nervously pat your side. 

He drops back to his knees. Your stomach does flips. 

He looks down at your sweatpants, then back up at you, fingertips in your waistband.

“Can I?”

“Yeah, sure,” you exhale nonchalantly, trying to catch your breath, and act unfazed by the way his touch makes you feel. 

He slides your sweatpants down slowly to your mid-thigh, your underwear is exposed, but he pays no attention to it; he looks at the side of you, the healing claw marks, worry in his eyes.

He lightly drags his fingertips across them, then looks up at you. It’s gentle, and caring, and soft, and it goes against everything you saw a few hours ago. 

You exhale, and run your fingers through his hair. This is going to be complicated, but you know you care about him, and you feel he cares about you, and you can’t walk away from him, not when he just found his way back into your life. 

His eyebrows are still furrowed, looking down at all of the damage, thinking of all the damage.

“I was just trying to check on you. I thought you were the one being pinned down. I just… I wanted to make sure you were okay. Now I’m just… traumatized,” you exhale.

“Me? Being pinned down? That’s funny. I’d never be in that position,” he shrugs, you smile, then slowly bring your sweatpants back up. 

He hangs his head low, exhales, then nods, and looks up at you. “But I’m sorry. I get it. I would’ve done the same for you, in a heartbeat.” 

“It’s okay,” you whisper. He looks down at your hips, then back up at you, and stands up again. 

“It’s not. I know that was a lot. I’ll make it up to you, this whole night, all of it, I’ll make it all up to you. But for now, rest, process. I can stay here with you,” he whispers, sitting beside you. 

You both sit, quietly, processing, absentmindedly watching the cooking show he’s put on.

****

Going to post Vampire Next Door exclusively on w*ttpad now because I feel discouraged everytime I post VND chapters on here (it’s just a personal mental thing) and I think tumblr is just better for shorter, sweet and simple works. Thank you for the love *ੈ✩ 

[yumminyy]

RAFAAAAAA 🥹🥹🥹 acabei de ver q vc tá c sugestões abertas, eu queria sugerir uma capa do xg c o shooting novo delas!! Vc pode escolher tudo, mas juro, sinto q uma capa sua do xg ficaria IM-PE-CÁ-VEL!!!!

(Tô morrendo de vergonha mandando isso pq mds te admiro mt pprt)

adote aqui

10.11.24

notas 🗒: obrigadaaa, nem acreditei quando vi que mandou uma sugestão, eu sou apaixonada nas suas capas!!! s�� queria dizer que essa sujestão me fez enlouquecer, e no fim acabei fazendo quatro capas. culpa sua! kkkkkk vou ter que fazer um post para cada uma. como prometido, elas estão para doação.

[n-0zomis]

' eso sería muy norteamericano por parte de los anfitriones ' que no está segura si son norteamericanos para empezar: no la han invitado siquiera, se coló ' hm. un juguete ' le da un sorbo a su bebida. está de buen humor porque no ha tenido que pagar nada y se le nota ' ¿a ti? '

'todo esto es rarísimo... estoy esperando el momento en que nos avisan que tenemos que matarnos unos a otros o algo así' y ella ha estado en cientos de lugares y momentos extraños, por lo que es decir mucho. aún así, está divirtiéndose bastante. al menos hay alcohol. '¿te tocó algo decente?'

[prince-liest]

Word of God (aka. Viv) on the V's Relationships!

(from the 02/09/2024 Q&A!)

Vox and Val are technically not dating. They clearly have a connection with each other and have this weird on-again off-again relationship situation. They absolutely have immense sexual tension, but [Viv] would not say that they're "actually" dating.

From the outside perspective, VoxVal look like they are basically Velvette's gay dads, but in reality it's more like a chaotic queer friendship. She's third wheeling, and she's also the glue between these two incredibly egotistical and chaotic villainous men.

Gonna be getting more into their relationship and excited to see more of that next season!

Obviously take whatever you like from this, especially since Viv's phrasing on Vel in particular was very “there's different ways to see it," but if you're like me and enjoy insights from the creators' minds, that's what Viv had to say about the Vees!

[wystiix]

꒰ა Muses ໒꒱

﹙★﹚ i've never known someone like you ..

Sometimes Wysty dreams too. And they share it with kindred spirits they cherish.

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꒰ა "dream." ໒꒱

[vriskabot]

davris morning routine hcs?

YOU CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD I WAS PLAYING MINECRAFT cracks my knuckles. this kinda turned into sleeping habit and self care hcs as a whole sorry not sorry -vriska is not a night owl or a morning person but she IS a long and heavy sleeper. do not wake her up before she is good and ready or you WILL get torn a new asshole bare minimum. if the verbal lashing does not work she will escalate immediately and directly to grievous bodily harm -dave is probably the only person who can manage this without dying but even THEN he would much rather get on her ass about going to sleep on time than get on her ass about getting up in the morning -dave is a much lighter sleeper and honestly naturally a nap guy. i think on a genetic level the strilondes dont sleep long even when they DO manage to sleep (dirk and rose are notorious insomniacs) but i dont think dave really minds it -nobody knows when he sleeps but he does! hes just Constantly Around -this was only further reinforced by living with bro and being trained and all that jazz so daves sort of got a built in alarm clock (lol time player) -in that vein dave can kinda predict when vriska is gonna be up based on what time shes gone to sleep so he can be in and out of the bathroom before she needs to be in there which is. a very very good thing -i think dave was a lot more anal (and anxious) about what he looked like when he was a teen (to the point of being unable to leave the house if his hair wasnt JUST right) but hes way more lax about it now -that being said i also dont think hes gone fully curly girl now that hes okay with his hair having a single iota of texture whatsoever. he just combs it into the style he wants it to dry in and lets nature take the wheel after that (its very soft and vriska LOVES to touch and tousle it) -he MAYBE uses a light pomade while wet if anything but thats only if he NEEDS his hair to stay nice all day -vriska on the other hand. woo buddy. -depending on how im feeling about her styling, shes either full 17 step curly hair routine or blowdried + straightened + hairsprayed until its crunchy even if her hair is naturally already straight -like im sorry shes SO emo -i think a lot of that stemmed from the sort of persona she put on to protect herself that ended up becoming her taste Anyway -the full face of makeup + done hair carries a very Intentional feeling that makes her seem a little less off the wall, has-no-clue-what-shes-doing than she really IS -ultimately its about control! having more control over the interpersonal dynamics and the flow of things based on the kind of assumptions people make about her based on the way she presents herself -dave was doing his similarly insane hair routine at 13 14 15 for the same exact reasons -dont let her fool you though its all smoke and mirrors -when she was in her teens it was definitely a full coverage foundation + powder foundation + pencil liner for EVERYTHING situation and loads of dark eyeshadow -in her adulthood though i think shed be alright with like. a much more lightweight base like bbcream or even just concealer in spots for daily wear and she saves the full face beat for more special occasions like dates and shit -as much as i think dave finds later on in life that he actually kinda enjoys cooking, hes not up making a Full Breakfast every day -theyre both perfectly fine with like. toast and microwave breakfast sausage to eat -vriska however is not to be trusted with the stove. she sucks SO bad at cooking save for the few dishes shes ruined enough times that shes got the experience to do it right -both of them are horrible caffeine fiends. they will drink soda or energy drinks with breakfast and then wonder why their fucking stomachs hurt later -i think in the case of NEEDING caffeine vriska is much more varied in her intake sources--energy drinks, soda, coffee, and tea are all viable options depending on how much energy she feels she needs -dave though... he feels like the "starts with an energy drink and only drinks other stuff when he has a craving" kinda guy

-though maybe thats the raging adhd you tell me -their bed is almost never ever made and both of them live in organized chaos. whether or not they ENJOY the chaos is a different story entirely -vriska is a blanket hog AND a pillow hog so they eventually had to settle on each having their own blankets -vriska loathes mint toothpaste and dave is a cinnamon toothpaste guy so you can imagine how much of a eureka moment vriska had the first time she spent the night -and yes that means she was just bearing with the mint because she had no clue there was any other option -uhhhhh i cant think of much else more on this topic i hope u enjoyed <3

[velourfant]

genuinely don’t know how you can deny edgeworth’s feelings for phoenix after aa6. that isn’t subtext no more dawg, that’s just text

[himbopunk]

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misc shenanigans

ft @horrorsimulator ‘s vel and @juniipears ‘s yarrow

[greaseonmymouth]

"I posen er to spandauere, en håndværker med rejeost til Carl og en grovbirkes med smør og ost til Assad. Carl spiser sin håndværker stående, tror ikke han kan rejse sig igen hvis han sætter sig. Han tager låget af sin kaffe og stiller den i mikroovnen, et minut så burde den være varm igen."

måske "DVD commentary" om scenen med deres domestic fluff og mad/kaffe valg i "Iskaffe?"

!! det her bliver lidt en lang post fordi du lige ramte kernen i hele serien. :') jeg vil prøve at gøre det så kort som muligt.

du skal lige forstå om mig først at jeg generelt har en ting om mad når jeg skriver - det er en form for smutvej til at skrive om følelser. det hænger nok sammen med den måde jeg er vokset op på, min familie elsker at bage og lave mad til hinanden og det er den måde vi fortæller hinanden at vi holder af hinanden. vi er ikke gode til at sige til hinanden (og slet ikke højt) at vi elsker hindanden - så det er bare mad, hele vejen. vi ved hvad hinanden kan lide og vi samles om mad, hver gang, hvis ikke vi bare lige smutter forbi hindanden med noget vi har bagt osv. (eller, det vil sige, mine søskende gør, fordi jeg nu bor i et andet land og ikke bare lige kan komme forbi.)

noget af det allerførste jeg lagde mærke til den første gang jeg så filmene jeg ved ikke hvor mange år tilbage, er at Assad stort set aldrig taler om sig selv. vi ved næsten intet om ham. men noget af det første han gør når han møder Carl er a) tilbyde ham kaffe b) lave kaffen mildere til Carl næste gang c) tage ham med på sin yndlingsrestaurant hvor han spiser hver dag. han prøver at skabe et venskab eller et partnerskab eller et eller andet form for forhold til sin nye chef/makker igennem mad. det er vel også den mest socialt acceptable måde at gøre det på, på en arbejdsplads i Danmark når man ikke kender hinanden (idé: en fic hvor Rose prøver at skabe en kageordning i Afdeling Q og det falder fuldstændig fra hinanden allerede første gang.)

den restaurantscene har jeg set så mange gange nu fordi jeg bare VIL forstå hvad der foregår. Carls reaktion 'du spiser her hver dag?' skeptisk? forundret? uforstående? fordømmende? Assads modreaktion 'de har også salat' som om det var en joke, som om han måske føler sig lidt dømt. hvorfor spiser han der hver dag? har han ingen familie at spise med? har han aldrig lært at lave mad? der er nok rigtigt mange måder at tolke den scene på, men jeg vælger at tage a b og c som tegn på at Assad gerne vil være venner i det mindste, han giver Carl små bidder af sig selv (og får så ingenting tilbage...i hvertfald til at starte med)

Carl ved vi er et vrag af et menneske som ikke kan finde ud af at snakke om sine følelser (ærligt) til andre mennesker. han ringer til Vigga fordi han bare lige vil høre 'hvordan det går'. han bliver overrasket over at Jesper gerne vil bo hos ham nogle dage, og virker ikke rigtigt som om han kan håndtere det. i Fasandræberne når Jesper vækker ham er han stadig overrasket over at Jesper er der, selvom det nu efterhånden må være et godt stykke tid siden skilsmissen! og så - mega vigtigt i mine øjne - vælger Carl at anerkende det ved at spørge om de ikke skal spise middag sammen. han vil endda købe ind! de skal lave mad sammen! (at han så ender med at spise sammen med Assad på hans yndlingsrestaurant i stedet er så en anden sag) og til sidst i filmen ser vi ham banke på Jespers dør med forsoningsøl fordi han kludrede i det og han vil jo gerne Jesper. Carls reaktion på Kimmies stedmor som ikke gad hende tror jeg har ramt ham dybt. så det har jeg selvfølgelig låst mig fast på, at måske Carl lider af samme fejl som jeg og min familie og vi simpelthen bare...vælger at udtrykke vores følelser igennem mad i stedet for at sige det højt.

nu kommer vi så til stykket! 

Baklava skulle have været en meget længere fic men jeg stødte ind i det problem at de to halvdele af den ikke rigtigt passede sammen. Den er fra Assads synspunkt og handler rigtigt meget om den tvivl jeg forestiller mig han føler om hans og Carls forhold efter at Carl har været på sygeorlov i nok en hel del måneder uden at give lyd fra sig og uden at tage telefonen når Assad ringer, især hvis man antager at de var sammen inden og nu måske ikke er det. og han føler sig såret også fordi Carl er så udreagerende hele vejen igennem Flaskepost fra P. Assad går meget varsomt om Carl hele første halvdel af filmen, det er først efter det der med walkie talkien han ligesom begynder at slappe af igen synes jeg? så det jeg ville med Baklava var at få dem tilbage til et punkt hvor de godt kunne finde sammen igen. Og når så jeg havde gjort det, skulle der være noget domestic fluff og kissemissen og hvad ved jeg, men det hang bare ikke sammen. Så jeg afsluttede der hvor Assad tager beslutningen om at lukke Carl ind igen i sit følelsesliv: "Tag tøjet af, siger Assad og slår dynen til side." og gik så videre med næste fic i serien.

Iskaffe er den anden halvdel af Baklava, men efter jeg fandt ud hvorfor jeg ikke kunne få det til at virke første gang (første skridt var at skifte synsvinkel og starte forfra). I forlængelse af Baklava, hvor vi kort ser at Assad ved at Carl hader oliven: "Assad sætter sig ved siden af ham, og tager de oliven som han ved Carl ikke gider spise, og giver ham i stedet kibbeh fra sin egen tallerken." - altså jeg tænker jo at fordi de har kendt hinanden i en del år på det her tidspunkt, må de have en idé om hvad hinanden kan lide at spise! vi ser dem ikke spise sammen ofte i filmene, men filmene viser dem jo heller ikke ofte i hjemlige situationer. det var det her kendskab til hinanden jeg gerne ville afspejle, men fra Carls synsvinkel.

Så: Carl har googlet sig til hvornår Ramadanen slutter så han kan foretage sit smoove og tage Assad på sengen. men! han har også tænkt så langt at han har bestilt en kaffe som han ved Assad kan lide (stærk kaffe, med sirup - bare min headcanon men jeg forestillede mig efter Carls ansigtsudtryk i Kvinden i Buret at Assad laver stærk tyrkisk kaffe, som jo er ufiltreret og forholdsvis sød fordi den koges med sukker). I forhold til morgenbrød - jeg må kort afsløre at da jeg gik i gymnasiet arbejdede jeg to år i den lokale familieejede bager, så jeg ved hvordan wienerbrød og morgenbrød bliver lavet. franskbrød og morgenbrød er lavet på den samme dej, den eneste forskel er størrelsen, formen, og om der er birkes på (og om det er blå eller hvide birkes) eller ej, så jeg synes det er lidt sjovt når folk synes det ene eller andet smager bedre når det er nøjagtig samme brød :D nå men spandauere solgte vi langt de fleste af så det tænkte jeg var meget normalt Carl havde valgt sådan to fremfor kringlestykker eller hindbærsnitter eller noget andet.

tilbage til morgenbrødet. man kunne også for en ekstra skilling få smurt morgenbrød hos os så det går jeg ud fra man også kan hos andre bagere. hvis du ikke har prøvet grovbirkes med smør og ost - og helst en forholdsvis moden ost, som fx blå eller sort klovborg - så går du glip af noget her i livet min ven. det er min yndlings og jeg valgte det til Assad udelukkende af den grund. (jeg tænkte også lidt at fordi Assad ligesom jeg ikke er dansker, ikke har det samme forhold til dansk morgenbrød som en dansker har så han måske også ligesom mig vælger det lidt mere utraditionelle fordi han jo ikke er vokset op med rundstykker, jordens meste kedelige morgenbrød (sorry).) Jeg tænkte også at Carl og Assad har på det her tidspunkt i deres forhold spist morgenmad sammen ofte nok til at Carl ved hvad han kan lide fra bageren, og valgte ud fra det. han har jo en Plan om at få Assad tilbage, han har taget de sikre valg!

Til Carl havde jeg oprindeligt valgt rundstykke med ost og skinke, men så tænkte jeg, nej, han er jo taget ud til Assad fordi han vil have him tilbage, han er ikke dum nok til at putte hamburgerryg på sit rundstykke. der er ikke nogen muslimer jeg kender der vil blive fornærmet over at jeg spiser bacon foran dem, så det er ikke sådan det skal forstås, men mere i retning af, denne morgen vil Carl ikke begå et eneste fejltrin. Han vil simpelthen ikke risikere at Assad bliver skuffet eller ked af det eller smider ham ud. Jeg forestiller mig også at han er meget bevidst om at hans bemærkning i Flaskepost fra P om at Assad aldrig ville opleve stegt flæsk med persillesovs var meget sårende. Hans ordvalg her er også interessant, fordi han kunne jo have sagt flæskesteg med rødkål, eller bare bacon for den sags skyld, men han valgte en dansk ret som jeg ville betegne som meget mere traditionel dansk end flæskesteg. det fortæller mig lidt at Carl nok er ret meget kartoffeldansker og godt kan lide ganske almindelige danske ting, så derfor blev det rejeost, som jeg har svært ved at forestille mig en mere dansk ting at smøre på sit morgenbrød. (rejeost er sjovt nok også en af de få danske oste du kan få i scandikitchen her i London.)

Og til sidst: grunden til jeg valgte det skulle være en håndværker i stedet for et rundstykke var KUN fordi jeg tænkte at den måtte være svær for google translate at oversætte og jeg meget trodsigt ikke ville gøre det nemmere. jeg skrev på dansk; jeg ville gerne gøre det så dansk som muligt, så. derfor blev det en håndværker med rejeost til Carl.

og til aller sidst: jeg kender kaffesnobber som aldrig nogensinde kunne finde på at varme deres kaffe i mikroovnen og hellere hælder den ud i vasken for så at lave en frisk kop kaffe til sig selv, men jeg kender også folk som er skideligeglade fordi kaffe bare er kaffe og den skal drikkes varm. så hvis de ikke når at drikke deres kaffe før den bliver kold så ryger den en tur i mikroovnen. den sidste synes jeg er mere Carls stil. :D

og til aller aller sidst: jeg havde ikke planlagt fra starten at der skulle være en serie, men da jeg tog beslutningen om det og skulle finde en titel fordi ao3 vil jo gerne have man giver serier en titel...jeg havde intet andet valg end at kalde den afdeling q men det handler om mad i stedet for mord :'D fordi. kernen i serien er. det handler om mad :'D i stedet for følelser mord :'D

...det var så det om MAD, men noget andet jeg også rigtigt gerne ville vise med Iskaffe (og Ingefærte) er at når man har været sammen så mange år, så kender man hinanden rigtigt godt og man har etableret nogle rutiner og et indbyrdes sprog/forståelse for hinanden. så da Carl fik ondt i ryggen var det ikke en overraskelse for nogen af dem, det er sket før, de kommunikerer om det (en af de få ting de kan finde ud af at kommunikere om? :'D), de har en rutine. de har slet ikke et gnidningsfrit forhold, men nogle ting må godt være gnidningsfri, hvad er pointen ellers? :) de hjemlige scener er der hvor jeg giver dem lov til at læne sig op ad hinanden og udvise lidt ømhed og omsorg for hinanden, fordi når de er på arbejde er der ikke plads til det.my fi

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