#specifically eva in penny dreadful

[laylajeffany]

Hi! As you can probably guess, I completely love Chaos, and I have a few more questions. Thanks for the playlist by the way, it’s been all I’ve listened to since you linked it. Sorry for all the questions, I’m just curious.

1) In the Spotify playlist, the first song is “Sea, swallow me”. Is that song referenced somewhere in the fic, or does it just give off a general Chaos vibe? I’ve been trying to remember if it was mentioned somewhere but cant recall. As an additional Note, it is my new favourite song, so thanks!

2) You mentioned that all the OCs appearances are physically based on real people. Who are Dr Zypher, Emiliana and Holly-Jane based on? Is Emiliana based off of Eva Green, because thats how I imagine her. You’ve done an excellent job with the OCs, they’re just so perfect.

3) When you describe clothing, do you make them up in your mind or doe they actually exist? I get that some, like the custom ordered dresses in the latest chapter, must be made up, but are some of them real? Do you have some Pinterest board with all of their clothes just to keep track? 😂

4) How do you find time to write? I write 1000 words for my fic every day, and it takes me about an hour. 50K chapters in 2 weeks is a miracle. Do you sleep?

I’ve probably forgotten a question or two, so I hope you don’t mind if I ask more in the future��

Thank you for all you do, I’ve never been so invested in a fic before. Just remember to relax and take breaks when you need it, don’t force yourself to write on 2 hours sleep!

I am happy to answer questions about Chaos for the Fly, the writing process, and other fic/writing related things. Thank you for your interest! 1. I think I referenced near the beginning somewhere that Wednesday had discovered some music on her own outside of classical when she accepted an algorithm to suggest songs for her. It had been 80s imports of some kind - and that was probably the one that I had in mind, even if it wasn’t mentioned specifically. There’s probably a few songs that weren’t actually mentioned by name but were alluded to in the fic - meaning I didn’t say the title in dialogue, but had something playing in the background for myself, and there you have it. 2. You have opened a VERY DANGEROUS can of worms with this question, lmfao.

You are a dead ringer for Emiliana! That’s Eva Green, 100%, the ONLY person who could play the role. It would be like a touch of Penny Dreadful for the out-of-her-damn-mind demon possession vibes, but mostly, just as herself (she’s cray and I love how socially awkward and accidentally funny she is in interviews) not so much Vanessa Ives. Eva Green has worked with Tim Burton a ton of times and wouldn’t even need a single line of direction in this role. Emi is SO easy to write because she is pure chaos both in physicality, mentally, her linguistics, her magic, and personality. I honestly think she’s one of the characters I’m saddest isn’t real because she’d fit in to drive Wednesday absolutely MAD as her big bird. I have a feeling we’re not going to explore Raven lore in S2 and the two of them trying to figure out their powers together, after Emiliana spent half her life suffering alone, has been some of my favorite parts of the fic to write. I always write scenes with Emiliana the fastest. Her love of Beanie Babies and bad influence is entirely, too much fun. Her voice is so easy and she will never truly understand American idioms. 

Dr. Zypher is AMY ADAMS, because GAY-ME, for Amy Adams. She’d absolutely crush the role, the fact that she doesn’t have a closet full of Oscars is just despicable (6 time nominee bro). SHE HAS THE VOICE OF AN ANGEL and I don’t think anyone ever lets her sing enough in movies. Put this woman in some broadway revival of an old musical and you’ll catch me personally saving the economy from collapse by taking the train up to see her every weekend. She's so adaptable and different in any role, and I just feel like she’d volley SO WELL with JO’s Wednesday. She's a professional who understands character layers that sweet and angsty Josie requires.

Dr. Holly is Emily Blunt plucked right from the Jungle Cruise movie in terms of how she’s styled but a far cry from her character there with her boldness - even if they would likely have competing career ambitions. ALSO HAVE YOU SEEN EMILY BLUNT IN ALL THE SUITS IN THE NEW NETFLIX PAIN HUSTLER MOVIE? I’m deceased. This is a ghost writing. Holly is really in the story 1) because I needed a plot line for Larissa, post-transformation, that didn’t involve Wednesday and was TRAGIC but beautiful and could GO SOMEWHERE, and2) we REALLY do need something to stabilize the molecular structure of shifting-type Outcasts, and 3) it helped give some context as to how desperate Larissa was to hire Normie "Thornhill" and why she took that chance against her usually better judgement- so there she was! Emily Blunt is a CLASS. ACT. In everything she does and I imagine her in a scene with Gwendoline COULD NEVER exist because it would be too powerful, solve all the world’s problems, and capitalism would break, societies would collapse. It could never happen. It wouldn’t be safe. Here’s her glow up, from fresh-out-of-the jungle, to letting Larissa buy her some new clothes and maybe letting her hair down every now and then, to nerdy botanist bombshell, at the New Nevermore Network, helping her girl rebuild things to be a more fair society for Outcasts. GORGE. 

ARE THESE ALL JUST WOMEN IN THEIR MID 40s THAT I HAVE A BIG LESBIAN CRUSH ON? YEAH, YEAH THEY ARE. There’s obviously more for staff at Nevermore and the Network but I have a solid 5k to get to writing still this evening. The rest of my OCs are pretty minor (well villain aside), and I don’t really care enough about any man to spend the time looking for pictures of /boys/. These are the 3 OCs that are featured the most, anyway. Some day I’ll find enough energy to do the rest. I have extreme face-blindness when I read, and the ONLY WAY I can thusly write an OC is if my beta makes a powerpoint presentation for me with an actor/ress in mind for me to visualize in the role. When I tell ya, she hit the nail on the head with those three above? Unbelievable.  Another favorite not-OC, but someone I HARDCORE RECASTED FOR THIS would be Granny Frump. We went from Margaret Hamilton (OG Wicked Witch of the West from Wizard of Oz) in the 1960s Addams Family, which is EXCELLENT CASTING, but to fit the more modern-era Wednesday 2022 adaptation, and to give a flair of the drama as to perhaps where Morticia “gets it from,” I decided to cast someone only two years older than Catherine Zeta-Jones to give that “Frump Homespun Magic” storyline some weight of ‘the potions and beauty charms work’ and went with a non-actress, for the aesthetics (though she could KILL IT her appearances are small), and that is the one and only, What Not To Wear’s Stacy London.

Like IMAGINE that matching vibe with CZJ’s Morticia? Stacy has similar build/some features in common, and with the all black hair BUT WITH HER SIGNATURE gray stripe? Iconic. (And that was also Grandpa “Clint’s” backstory last chapter, as in Stacy and Clinton’s dramatic saga. HEY - IF YOU DONT HAVE INSIDE JOKES WITH YOUR BETA in your writing, what’s the point??) Stacy’s voice and CZJ’s Morticia voice together would be SO GRATING and Wednesday would just be so in-her-element between them, I LIVE.  3. I usually just visualize what I’d want the characters to wear! I don’t often have picture inspiration - though sometimes I am writing and it says in bold highlight DESCRIBE THE DRESS - TRACEY FIND ME A DRESS, and she sends me some pictures to go through so I can just describe a garment without having to make it up. I don’t have a Pinterest I’d be willing to share. It’s just a binder full of women in a way that would probably unsettle most. 

4. I usually write about 2-2.5k an hour if that is all I’m focused on. I probably average 4-9k on a work day without a second job or social obligation after work, and the most I’ve ever written on a single day that I had no work, other ‘sponserbilities, or social plans was 21k. On an average weekend with like one thing to do during the day and some chores and relaxation time not writing, I probably go around 14-16k per day. At the same time I started this fic, I set a new year resolution to myself to only work my contracted hours, so with the exception of a few crazy times in the school year - like conferences - I work from 8:00-15:30 M-F, and I live a three minute walk from my school, so I don’t even lose time commuting. I also stopped working on weekday evenings on the side in August, and starting in 2024 will not be doing any extra side work at all. I don’t sleep great but I do try! :) Thanks for the questions! I've been meaning to give some faces to those 3 OCs. I strongly encourage you to print out pictures of them and post them on your fridge, you will be 100% happier if you do.

[nntheblog]

WHERE IS BAD SISTERS FILMED? TV SHOW FILMING LOCATIONS

Based on the Flemish series ‘Clan’ by Malin-Sarah Gozin, Apple TV+’s ‘Bad Sisters’ is a dark comedy thriller series created by Sharon Horgan that follows the five Garvey sisters — Grace, Ursula, Eva, Bibi, and Becka. When their parents die prematurely and unexpectedly, the sisters find themselves in a complicated situation that puts their bond to the test. After the family tragedy, the Garvey sisters must get over their differences and try to fulfill the promises they made to always look after one another. Meanwhile, the authorities attempt to solve the mystery behind the death. With dark humor always lurking on the tip of the characters’ tongues, it lightens up the thrilling aspects of the series quite significantly. Nevertheless, the suspenseful narrative keeps the viewers on the edge of their seats through each episode. In addition, the picturesque and interesting locations in the backdrop make one curious about the actual filming sites of the series. If you are one such curious soul, allow us to rid you of your curiosities by filling you in on all the details regarding the same! BAD SISTERS FILMING LOCATIONS ‘Bad Sisters’ is filmed in the Republic of Ireland, Northern Ireland, and England, specifically in County Dublin, Belfast, and London. The principal photography for the inaugural iteration of the dark comedy series took place in 2021 and wrapped up in September of the same year. Since the story is based in Dublin and London, it makes sense why the filming unit chooses to record a majority of the series on location. Not only does it add an element of authenticity, but it also gives viewers an immersive viewing experience. So, let’s get to know about all the specific locations that appear in the Apple TV+ series! COUNTY DUBLIN, REPUBLIC OF IRELAND Major portions of ‘Bad Sisters’ are lensed in County Dublin, a county in the province of Leinster. During the filming schedule of the debut season, particularly in August 2021, the production team was spotted taping several pivotal sequences in and around Forty Foot, a promontory on the southern tip of Dublin Bay at Sandycove. They even shot some water scenes at the Irish Sea surrounding the promontory. Furthermore, the suburban village of Howth and the coastal settlement of Malahide in Fingal serve as prominent production locations for the thriller series. Apart from ‘Bad Sisters,’ you may spot some parts of County Dublin in other movies and TV shows, such as ‘Braveheart,’ ‘Mary Shelley,’ ‘Normal People,’ and ‘Penny Dreadful.’ BELFAST, NORTHERN IRELAND As per reports, the cast and crew members of ‘Bad Sisters’ also utilize the locales of Belfast, the capital and largest city of Northern Ireland, for the production of the series. Located on the banks of the River Lagan on the east coast, Belfast is known to be one of the most visited cities in all of the United Kingdom. The city is home to several beautiful parks and gardens, including Botanic Gardens and Sir Thomas and Lady Dixon Park, to name a couple. LONDON, ENGLAND A few additional portions of the dark comedy series are also taped in London, the capital and largest city of England and the United Kingdom. Situated in southeast England, London is considered one of the major global cities as it is highly influential in several industries, such as art, fashion, education, entertainment, healthcare, tourism, commerce and finance, science and technology, media, transport, and communications. Over the years, the capital has served as a prominent production location for different kinds of filming projects, including ‘Jurassic World Dominion,’ ‘The Batman,’ ‘Ted Lasso,’ and ‘Industry.’ Read More: Bad Sisters – Season 1 Episode 2 « Explode a Man » Recap & Review Read the full article

[madamebaggio]

HELP ME!

Calling out all the series/movies aficionados out there.

I had a ridiculous idea, and I need a lot of help to get it done. If anyone can help, I’d greatly appreciate it.

What do I need:

Some specific scenes with specific actors making dramatic speeches about either family or power (or both together). It is for a video, so I’d need you to give information like, s02e08 for a series. If you can think of a movie, it can help as well. I am planning on watching some movies myself, because it’s easier to find something in a two-hour movie than in many seasons of a series.

The actors:

Cillian Murphy - Preferably as Tommy Shelby in “Peaky Blinders”.

Katie McGrath - Preferably as Morgana in “Merlin”.

Eva Green - Preferably as Vanessa Ives in “Penny Dreadful”.

Charles Dance - Preferably as Tywin Lannister in “Game of Thrones”

What I’m trying to do is something like this, which is why I need the scenes with them talking. So I’d really appreciate any help.

If you have any specific questions, or any other suggestions, please let me know.

[angrylizardjacket]

runs in the family // charlotte&lola (penny&jupiter)

Summary: Jupiter and Penny somehow find themselves in 1981. What else is there to do but meet their moms at Motley Crue's first gig?

A/N: as always, for @misscharlottelee and eva ill edit this and tag u when I find ur new url. @compositionnotebook 💖 why did I write this? Because I love to suffer. Also as always, unedited.

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Of course, waking up in a hotel room they don’t remember, with their cousin asleep in the other bed, only to realise that they’re back in LA when they’re meant to be on the other side of the country in the middle of their tour, Jupiter was understandably panicked. They hadn’t been drinking last night, and they’re pretty sure there was no way of them getting across the country without realising, and the idea that something is up is solidified when Penny wakes up and starts panicking too. 

The front desk says they’re paid up for the month; the woman’s hair is sand blonde, feathered and sprayed up to the high heavens, while the uniform she wears is the ugliest shade of green Jupiter’s ever laid eyes on, but the woman has the gall to give Jupiter’s outfit an unimpressed look. They’re all for the current resurgence in 80s fashion trends, but it feels like this woman may have committed too hard to the bit. Jupiter, nonetheless, asks the woman if she remembers how they and Penny had arrived, and the woman actually rolls her eyes and says that she’s not paid to ask nosy questions. 

It takes the cousins a full hour to find out that somehow they’ve landed themselves in 1981, a full day to believe it, and a full week to fully understand what that means. 

“I hate this, I want to do something, go somewhere,” Friday night and Jupiter’s sick to death of no TV and only the radio for entertainment. Whoever had been staying here, whoever’s place they and Penny had taken, had left a wallet with no ID, but an exorbitant amount of cash, and a closet full of clothes in their sizes. It’s eerie as fuck, but the only person who’s come knocking was the housekeeping staff, and Jupiter tells them to go away every time. 

“We are near The Strip in the eighties,” Penny suggests, flicking through a newspaper idly, lounging on the bed, “what if we saw young Guns ‘n’ Roses live, or, oh God, what about Motley, could you imagine?” Penny snorted, and Jupiter’s whole expression wrinkles to something horrified.

“They weren’t around yet, were they? What’s the date?”

“April twenty-fourth,” Penny’s expression sobers considerably from it’s delight, adding, “nineteen eighty-one,” much quieter, “fuck.”

They agree to go out, if only to get out of the room they’d been hiding from the world in, rather terrified to face their reality. There’s hesitation; do they get dressed up? Do they use the makeup sitting neatly on the bathroom counter? It felt safer to try and blend in, but blending in with the 80s nightlife wasn’t exactly the easiest thing in the world. 

Both have the distinct, horrifying thought of ‘I look like my mother’ when they’re finished, looking in the mirror, all dark makeup and patterned jeans and leather jackets; there’s a leather miniskirt that neither of them touch, not wanting to go too hard on their first night in the apparent real world. There’s a half empty bottle of hairspray on the counter that they both eye dubiously.

“It would be weirder if we didn’t spray up our hair, right?” Penny says, and Jupiter feels distinctly like a teenager, uncertain, awkward, not quite sure of their style, rather than the early-30s successful musician they were. 

It doesn’t end up looking good, at least not to their 2020 sensibilities, but as they make their way down to the street, a woman in leopard print gushes over how good they both look. 

It’s sunset, with people looking just as out there are the out-of-time cousins, band posters and flyers plastered to every wall, every telephone pole, every surface available as they walked the six blocks to The Strip. It takes only the ten minute walk from their shitty little hotel, to the Whiskey-A-Go-Go, for the reality it of it all to settle in Jupiter’s stomach like they’d swallowed ice. More specifically, it takes right up until they’re standing on the corner by the Whiskey, Penelope’s eye caught by one of the flyers on the nearby telephone pole, for Jupiter to think to look across the street at the rundown apartment complex that they realise they already know of. 

They gaze upon the window of one of the apartments on the second floor, with, even at this distance, a visibly fist-sized hole, gaff-taped up through the window. Jupiter knows that window, even as Penelope’s calling their name insistently. 

“It’s April Twenty-Fourth, right?” Penny calls, dubiously, and Jupiter says something about how that’s what she’d said back at the hotel, not paying attention.

“First ever rehearsal we had for the band, I didn’t even see your mom, she was out somewhere, the gym I think, but before she’d gone, she and Nikki had a fight and she put her whole fist through the window; I thought they were the coolest people I’d ever met.”

Tommy’s voice floats through Jupiter’s mind as they finally turn to Penny, to her insistent tone, only to step back, as if burned by the very sight of the Motley Crue poster. Penny was holding one corner in a fist, eyes wide. Tonight. The Starwood. 

“No.” Jupiter didn’t even let her get an word in edgewise, but Penny shook the poster more intently. 

“We have to,” she implored, though Jupiter was now adamantly shaking their head.

“We have to do no such thing,” Jupiter crossed their arms, cocking a hip. Turning their nose in the air at the poster, they accidently catch a glimpse of what they’re pretty sure is their mom’s apartment, and their expression reflexively wrinkles.

“What if my mom’s there?” Penny says quietly, and oh God damn it, there’s no way Jupiter could say no to that. The walk from the Whiskey to the Starwood is a good half an hour, and they’re both just glad to have opted for the flat shoes they’d brought from the future, rather than risked any of the platforms or heels that were lined up neatly at the bottom of the closet they’d raided. There’s a Motley poster ever few feet, and while dread had settled in Jupiter’s stomach, Penny was buzzing beside them nervously.

The Starwood had closed only months after Motley’s first performance, but both Jupiter and Penny had heard their family lovingly reminisce about it, with photos from the night, from nights before and after, so it strangely felt like they’d been there before, looking at the club’s name up in shining lights, Motley Crue headlining the night just below. 

“Isn’t that the guy from Rock Candy?” There’s two dudes a few feet away, squinting at another poster for the band, then looking up to the sign, both of them in leather jackets and flared jeans. 

“Dude, fuck, that’s the guy from London, last gig he played, he broke the singer’s jaw!” The second dude, delights, already tugging his friend towards the club where people were already filtering in.

“No man, their roadie broke the singer’s nose after he knocked out two of the bass player’s teeth on stage -”

It was so strange to hear misinformation spread so casually about people both Jupiter and Penny knew so well; they’d both heard the story of the night Tommy and Charlotte had met Nikki and Lola, how London had a small fight on stage that ended up giving Nikki a bloody nose, and how Lola had knocked out two of the singer’s teeth the in alley behind the bar after the gig. But here, now, it was like it’s own kind of folklore. 

They follow the men inside. 

No-one check their IDs, thank God, their own wallets hadn’t travelled back in time with them. The bouncer lets them pass without issue, and Jupiter is strangely reminded of their age as they see the people around them, a majority in their early to mid-20s, all looking right at home in leather and black denim. It’s still fairly quiet, the stage looking only half set up with a few clusters of people milling around the bar. There’s two people on the stage, setting it up, but with their backs turned, but they’re not exactly recognisable, long blonde hair and dark hair respectively, though the dark-haired one is in a distinctively spiked jacket. Closer to them, however is, a pretty red-head sat at the end, all tight clothes and effortless elegance, one leg crossed over the other where she was lounging against the bar on her barstool, a beer in one hand. Something about her is so familiar.

Jupiter and Penny carefully sit themselves by the bar too, a few seats away from the red-head, looking around but not quite processing it all. They’re at Motley Crue’s first show. 

Jupiter’s squinting at the row of drinks behind the bar, trying to decide what to order, when Penny grabs their hand so hard it hurts. Before they can turn back, however, they hear a voice they’ve only ever heard recordings of.

“Aw, Eileen, so nice of you to get me a drink,” Charlotte Lee’s tone was all teasing and light as she took the bottle out of the redhead - Eileen’s - hand, taking a sip as Eileen herself rolled her eyes.

“Lola is a terrible influence on you,” Eileen said flatly. Penny’s nails were digging into Jupiter’s forearm. Charlotte hands the drink back with a fond twinkle in her eyes.

“Lola hasn’t paid for a drink in her life, so I happen to think she’s a great influence-”

“She only drinks for free because she’s blackmailing half the bartenders in town,” the bartender himself piped up, cracking open a beer and handing it over to Charlotte without her even having to ask, flashing a grin that’s all teeth, “you ladies drink for free because I like making pretty girls smile.”

“Ricky, you’re the one who keeps hitting on her,” Charlotte points out, and his expression falls almost comically fast; “you keep taking her back to your place.”

“Only ‘cos she lives with Nikki and I don’t feel like being fucking stabbed in my sleep,” Ricky counters, pouting and flustered, his arms crossed over his chest. 

“That’s definitely fair, but it’s not Lola’s fault you’re embarrassed about having a nun fetish,” Eileen’s tone is unbothered in the fact of Ricky’s embarrassment, though her lips twitch in the barest amuse smile as she adds, “Father Richard,” and Ricky turns scarlet as Charlotte spits half her mouthful of beer as a laugh escapes her. 

Jupiter can feel their heart beat in their throw. This is so real, what the fuck. 

“Can we help you?” And then Eileen’s looking directly at Penny and Jupiter, who realise that they’re staring at the women by the bar, eyes wide like they’d seen a ghost. Ha. She’s got a single, perfect eyebrow raised, shifting in a way that’s barely noticible, but so clearly confrontational, like a cat’s fur raising even when a cat doesn’t move. 

“Charlotte Lee,” there’s a wobble in Penny’s voice when she finally speaks, and Jupiter can feel the way her hand’s trembling, “that makes... that makes you Eileen -” and she swallows hard, editing the last name she knows so well for the one that Eileen would have had in 1981, “Austen.” 

Charlotte and Eileen share a look, and then look back to Penelope. 

“Wait right here,” Charlotte sounds delighted, actually addressing Penny with a hand out.

“How do you guys know who we are?” Eileen asks, as Charlotte takes off towards the stage. Penny moves instinctively to follow her, but Jupiter holds her in place. There’s something in the evaluative look she gives them, lip curling just a little, on edge at being stared at by two strangers who must be roughly a decade older than them, who seem to already know them. “Are you friends of Lola’s?” She asks dubiously, and Jupiter is fighting the urge to run.

“Our little brother went to high school with you both,” Penny blurts out, “he was in the year above you,” but something seems to ease about Eileen’s posture as Penny tells her the exact school, and the year she and Charlotte would have graduated. It’s too specific for Eileen to think they’re lying, and for that both Jupiter and Penny are glad.

For all that Penny is Charlotte and Razzle's daughter, she was still raised, at least in part, by Lola, arguably the best liar of her generation. All the various Lee-Dingley-Sixx children had some innate ability to convincingly lie through their teeth, and though it didn't come in handy for Penny nearly as much as it seemingly did Jupiter, she was never more grateful for that skill than she was now.

“False alarm, Charlie, their brother went to school with us,” Eileen calls out, just as Charlotte is returning, dragging a dark haired woman both Jupiter and Penny knew far too well.

Seeing Charlotte at first had been so overwhelming that they hadn’t really processed what she’d looked like, but now, standing next to who could only be Lola, in 1981, it hit Jupiter just how young they both were. 

Lola’s still shorter than her own child, but taller than Jupiter remembers her ever being, curtesy of her intimidating platform boots, leather and buckles and spikes, a good match for her spiked leather jacket and studded bralette. She’s all sprayed up hair, larger than life, dark eyeshadow, and fishnets, somehow wearing so much and not at all at the same time. 

Beside her, Charlotte is only a few inches shorter, hair just as high, still with dark makeup, looking like a beautiful middle ground between Lola’s intimidating intensity and Eileen’s high glamour. In flashy denim pants and an artfully ripped, hand painted Motley Crue shirt, Charlotte’s the picture of the eighties, as beautiful and bright as any photo or recording Penny and Jupiter had ever seen. 

Charlotte’s expression falls with disappointment, but before she can speak -

“You’re twenty-two!” Jupiter hears themselves say, and Lola looks directly at them, lip curling. Jupiter’s blood runs ice cold. 

“What?” The single word is so derisive in a voice that Jupiter has never known to be cold, and before anyone else can speak, Lola looks to Charlotte, eyebrow raised. When she crosses her arms over her chest, even the leather jacket can’t completely hide how well muscled her arms are, “Charlie, I love you but I don’t give a shit about two old broads whose brother you knew, we gotta finish setting up.” It hurt like a physical ache, somewhere behind Jupiter’s sternum, each word somehow hurting more than the last.

“Don’t be rude,” Charlotte told her, elbowing her in the ribs, smiling even so.

“I don’t even know my fucking age - who are you?” Lola’s undeterred, on hand holding a roll of gaff tape in a white-knuckled grip, while the other had curled into a fist, weight shifting from one foot to the other in agitation. Okay, that’s very fair, Jupiter regrets ever opening their mouth. Fuck. 

“You don’t know how old you are?” Charlotte asks, disbelieving, breaking the tension, and Lola looks back at her, face scrunching up as the tension drops from her shoulders.

“Why would I know my age?”

“Because that’s a very weird thing not to know!” Charlotte exclaimed in disbelief, eyes wide. Jupiter, on the other hand, wracked their brains for any scrap of knowledge they’d heard about their mother’s past and actually retained.

“Sorry, we know we’re being weird,” eyes closed, they took a deep breath, trying to sort out their thoughts, “our brother Leo went to school with Charlotte and Eileen, but we... talked to a band you roadied for, and they told us roughly how old you were, but you look,” Jupiter pauses, cracking open their eyes, only to see the way Lola's expression had softened upon hearing the name Leo - oh fuck, she doesn't even know the truth about her own dad yet! -“younger than I expected.”

“I’m used to Lola being recognised around here, just got my hopes up that it was my turn,” Charlotte admits with the faintest embarrassment, picking her drink up from the bar and taking a sip. 

“One day soon, Charlie, if the boys take off, we’ll be right beside ‘em; everyone in LA will know your name,” the way Lola says it is strangely wry, like she’s self aware of the fact that her own name is out there for some less than reputable reasons, or like she isn’t fully convinced that Motley Crue would be the runaway success they all hoped.

Jupiter and Penny share a look, pained by the dramatic irony the three women across from them couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

It takes a moment, and Lola is definitely still a bit wary, but then it passes, and Lola looks to the stage again, still clearly addressing Charlotte.

"If you wanna help me with the last bit, I just need to do a sound check.” And with that, she was off, and Jupiter lets out a breath that hadn’t realised they’d been holding. Penny is still staring at Charlotte, who's rocking back on her heel as she has another drink, contemplating going after Lola, but also intrigued but the two interlopers enough to stay.

Eileen asks their names.

Penny and Jupiter share a panicked look, because they can't just tell the truth, it would make things weird in the future! What if they end up in the present named something entirely new!? They hadn't even begun to consider the butterfly effect of their being here.

"Lisa?" Jupiter says finally, picking a name they'd used in the past, but not for long, a nickname derived from their birth name in honour of their grandmother. Eileen looks wildly unconvinced, but Charlotte, bright and kind and perfect and alive, tells them its pretty. Penny is struggling to come up with an alternative, before conceding that her nickname is probably common enough that it wouldn't really matter.

"Penny's such a pretty name," Charlotte beams, and tells them its lovely to meet them, and Jupiter rests a gentle hand on their cousin's back, a silent reminder to keep breathing, as Charlotte trots off to help Lola with the last of the sound check.

Jupiter orders them both several drinks.

They end up sitting at the other end of the bar, away from the spot Eileen has clearly claimed for herself and Motley Crue's glorified roadies. Penny is quietly trying not to hyperventilate every time she thinks too hard about what's happening, and made a muffled scream upon hearing Charlotte laugh at one of Lola's jokes.

"I've died, Jup, we've died and this is the afterlife because that is my fucking mother, and she's alive, and she's twenty-one goddamn years old. She is a child. Our mothers are children. What the fuck?!" Penny hissed, and took another sip of her drink. Jup was watching Lola, so young and confident and mean as all hell, a defensive mechanism that's only made apparent to be such because Jupiter's known her longer than this version of Lola's been alive. But she smiles around Charlotte and Eileen in a way Jupiter's never seen her smile before, something grateful and adoring at the corners of her lips, an unfamiliar kind of softness in her eyes for just the barest moment.

Lola smiles like she feels lucky to be here, to be around these women, to call them friends. Here and now it hits Jupiter hard, that even decades later, their mother never fully recovered from losing Charlotte.

"We're not dead," Jupiter tells their cousin softly, and they both watch Lola and Charlotte head back to the green room before the band begins.

"But I- how, explain then, how can I go over there and touch her? She's real, Jup, really real, my mother, Charlotte Lee."

"I can't explain it, it just is," Jupiter muses, and finishes of their next drink as Lola and Charlotte reappear, followed by the band, all looking far too young and overeager, and Jupiter's heart is beating in their throat as Tommy Lee beams and waves to the crowd. They're going to be sick. Or maybe cry. Or maybe have a full panic attack right here by the bar. Fucking hell he's even more of a child than Charlotte, only twenty, and just as bright and excitable as they've known him to be, possibly moreso.

The audience seems underwhelmed, not sure what to make of these boys with their leather and hairspray and nervous excitement; Vince introduces them to the quiet bar with a yell, and Jupiter kind of hates that their future step-dad is giving them gender envy.

And then Tommy knocks over his cymbal after showing off with his drumsticks, and Jupiter bursts into tears.

They're furious at themselves for crying, hand pressed to their mouth for fear of anyone hearing if they would sob, brow furrowed into a scowl, other hand messily wiping at their eyes as they mouth defiant swears against their palm. People are jeering and booing, and out of the corner of their eye, Jupiter sees Charlotte actively holding Lola back, and something deep inside their heart knows that if there wasn't stupid fucking tears in their eyes, they'd be just as ready to defend the band's honour as their mom is.

"Oh, he's always been like this-" Penny's voice is softly adoring as she watches the man who will one day be her uncle and adopted father, before she looks to Jupiter, sees them overwhelmed with it all, and mad at themselves for feeling that, and she laughs, gentle and kind and understanding, and wraps Jupiter up in a hug. Its grounding. Even as Jupiter sulkily tells her to fuck off, they wrap an arm around Penny's shoulders and press their face into her hair.

"He looks like you," Penny murmurs as the first song starts, despite the negativity still pouring from the crowd. Jupiter wrinkles their nose, but can't help but smile. Tommy looks incredibly cool tonight, and it's true that Jupiter had inherited a lot of physical characteristics from their father.

Everyone in the bar hears the jeering way a dude in the audience asks about the 'chick singer', and for a moment, the children unwittingly mirror their mothers as Penny's grip on Jupiter tightens, anticipating when they go to lunge for the stage in outrage, but the moment the guy spits on Vince, across the bar Charlotte let's go of Lola, setting her loose on the vitriolic patrons.

Penny and Jupiter knew Motley's first gig started with a fight, but it was another thing to witness it.

Tommy leaps into the crowd, delighted by the carnage that Nikki and Vince are already taking part in, and Lola’s already knocked a guy flat on his ass. Surprisingly, Charlotte lobs her half-empty bottle at the guy who had spat at Vince, not taking direct part, but not abstaining either, cackling when it shatters against him and he's looking around, angry and confused, and Eileen says her name with a tone thats both scandalised and impressed.

In the end, by the time the bouncers step in, all that's left is Tommy absolutely wailing on a dude, and much to everyone's surprise, most of all her child's, little Lola Gone wraps her arms around Tommy's chest, cops a full elbow to the face, and still hauls him up and off his victim like he weighs nothing, even as he's thrashing and swearing and telling her to go fuck herself before realising who it is. When she puts him down, she snarls something at him, and shoves him towards the stage.

By the bar, Jupiter's mouth is agape, while Penny is trying to hold in her laughter, both of them realising just how terrifyingly similar to their father Jupiter actually is. And that at Twenty-Two, Lola is built like a tank.

The things you never truly understand about your parents because you always think of them as your parents is wild.

But above all, in the wake of the small riot, Jupiter and Penny can only feel a strange and overwhelming pride, seeing how eagerly they'd all defended each other.

"Fuck yeah, Motley Crue!" Leaves Penny's lips, delighted, at the top of her lungs, and suddenly the eyes of everyone in the bar, and more importantly, the people these two time travelling cousins will call family, forty years from now, fall on them. Grateful. Beaming. Then, laughter; Charlotte’s.

"Fuck yeah!" She echoes her daughter, and a cheer rises around the bar as the band begins playing again, energy revitalised. Charlotte beams at them, sharing in the moment, waving them both over eagerly as the bartender begrudgingly hands over a stack of napkins, while Lola's got her head tipped back, arguing with Eileen as to whether or not her nose is broken as it bleeds profusely.

Even at their first gig, Take Me To The Top sounds good, sounds like it should, all rough and energetic, and Jupiter knows how strange it would be to sing along at the band's first fucking gig, but the song, even now, feels like home.

"Lola, you're a danger to yourself and others," Eileen smirked, "and you're a terrible influence on Charlie."

"Thank you," Lola grins, right as Charlotte tries to deny it, which devolves into Eileen pointing out that Charlotte had lobbed her bottle at one of the offenders, which delighted Lola to no end.

"Don't know if you would know this, not sure how much your brother would have said," Charlotte says, grinning at Jupiter and Penny, "but my cousin, Tommy, he's the one on drums," she says, oozing pride. Jupiter and Penny both bite back on their instinctual responses, but still the surprise reads on their face.

"The one who did this to me," Lola's beaming despite looking a little like a horror movie, sounding only proud.

"He's certainly energetic," Penny says, finally, before letting herself breathe, watching the band for the moment, "they're really good," like she can't quite believe this is all real, still, "they have no idea how huge they're gonna be," the words slip out quite by accident, and both Jup and Penny share a panicked look, but the words don't get the reaction they expected.

"I knew I liked you," Charlotte's grin is sharp and pleased, and before Penny can protest, Charlotte's thrown an arm around her shoulders, "you've got taste." And that's enough incentive for Charlotte to shout both Jup and Penny a drink, oblivious to the way Penny freezes, like a deer in the headlights. Her mother's arm is around her without her mom even knowing how much this means. She looks like she's about to cry.

"Its really good to meet you, Charlie," Penny's voice is strangely hoarse, strangely honest in ways Charlotte can't even begin to understand, and Charlotte gives Penny's shoulder a squeeze.

"You too, Penny, and you, Lisa," she adds, grinning up at Jupiter for a moment, "anyone who thinks good things about my reckless dumbass of a cousin and his band is good in my books." She's so effortlessly earnest and endearing, exactly as everyone had described her, able to make friends wherever she went. Penny tentatively thanks Charlotte when she hands her a drink, and wraps an arm around Charlotte's waist when the younger blonde seemed content with an arm around Penny's shoulders.

"I can't believe you two are the only other assholes with taste," Lola smirks, holding a napkin to her nose.

"Get bent," Jupiter fires off automatically at the vaguely derisive tone, and Lola flips them off while Charlotte shoves her in the ribs. This moment, in its own weird little way, makes sense.

[eternalporcelaindoll]

List 10 different female faves from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 people!

i was tagged by @kenzarichico thank you, Cacau!!^^ <3

1. Yennefer of Vengerberg (The Witcher; books, games and the series - Though I really like Triss in the games as well) 2. Vin (The first Mistborn Trilogy) 3. Nile Freeman (The Old Guard) 4. Allison Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy) 5. Sabine Wren (Star Wars (more specific: SW Rebels)) 6. Paige Matthews (Charmed - tbf, that’s because I have a thing for redheads) 7. Elena Alvarez (One Day At A Time) 8. Floor Jansen (Nightwish; the only non-character on this) 9. Vanessa Ives (Penny Dreadful; What would a list like that be w/o Eva Green?) 10. Wednesday Addams (The Addams Family; bc I’m a cliché)

(I’m always so bad at doing this on the spot bc I blank every time I get asked questions like this lol but here we go. Probably forgot someone I really like.)

I tag: @lazynbored @nickydestati @joe-nicky @nilefreemans @bookersebastien @nicolodikaysani @yogurtfordinner @nomen-isst-omen @werdielilietraeumt @aahaanaa 

[izzythehutt]

Hi, I love your Black family fics! I was wondering who your fancasts are for Sirius, Regulus, Orion and Walburga?

I don’t really have actors I think of specifically for them, tbh. I have a very clear picture in my head for them as characters (probably which fan-artists’ rendition is a better question for me.)

I know @sirtwentyofhousegoodmen likes Eva Green from Penny Dreadful for Walburga. 

[lastheiress]

ok but hear me out on npc faceclaims: eva green & joseph fiennes as the beneviento parents, lily james as bernadette, david thewlis as the gardener, matthias schoenaerts as donna’s baby daddy

[100witches]

71- Vanessa Ives (Eva Green). Penny Dreadful

Mother of Evil.

“”Amunet from the Egyptians. Lilith from the Talmud. The Nordic Hella. The Celtic Macha. Mara from the Hindus. All variations of deities or demigods who were destined to unleash annihilation on the world. And all women. Something thought unholy in the erotic power they held over men.””

One of my all-time favorite badass witches, women, and characters in general, Venessa Ives is the heroine and main character of the television show Penny Dreadful, a Showtime series which had three seasons between 2014 and 2016. Described as a horror drama, the show is named after the 19th-century cheap British publications, which cost only a penny. The penny dreadfuls had sensational stories about criminals, detectives, and the supernatural, and were geared towards the newly literate masses. The television series adopts the same motifs, and takes a fresh new spin on the classic gothic fiction tales of Dracula, Frankenstein, Dorian Gray, etc. all in a post-industrialized 19th century London.

Battling the societal norms of the post Victorian era, Venessa Ives is an enigmatic and assertive woman. Couched in the contemporary dress of the era, Ms. Ives is a seductive and glamorous force, with the kind of draw and hypnotic quality that even gay men can’t escape. Stemming off of the popularization of Spiritualism, seances, and magic of the 1800s, Venessa is a powerful medium and spiritual channeler. These gifts/curses cause much of the plot and drama, such as her getting pursued by demons and other powerful evil forces. As any independent, free thinking, and unmarried young woman of the era would be, Ms. Ives is believed to be the reincarnation of the Mother of Evil. The evil forces at work in the world, including Lucifer and Dracula, want to co-opt her energy to help usher in the end of times.

The show is surprisingly captivating and not nearly as cheesy at it perhaps sounds. The main draw is certainly Eva Green’s bone-chilling acting and portrayal of the Delphic Ms. Ives, all with a stoic cadence and voice capable of sending shivers down your spine. The backstory and character development that Vanessa is provided with makes her captivating, awe inspiring, and particularly unique in the time period that the show is set. Vanessa is sexually independent and promiscuous, an issue at the time which of course leads to many problems in the show. Her free nature and wild personality is further exacerbated by her eventual realization of her destiny as a witch and the Mother of Evil, through the manifestation of her latent powers.

In typical fashion for the time, as women were often believed to be, Vanessa was thought to be possessed by the Devil. She is committed to an insane asylum in perhaps one of the most emotional and deranged plots of the series. Giving voice and representation to the unfortunate trend of lack of mental health access that women historically had, Vanessa is labeled as hysterical, and subjected to torture and rape while institutionalized. This was unfortunately all too common for women of the era generally, and those accused of witchcraft more specifically. In hopes of controlling her power and understanding her identity in a world seemingly opposed to her existence, Vanessa embarks on a journey of self discovery and learns magic/witchcraft from a another character who will appear later in this series, and is a unparalleled witch archetype in her own right.

Vanessa’s complexity is deepened throughout the show by the tension between her upbringing as a devout Catholic with her destiny as the primordial and ultimate feminine evil. (Truly a struggle anyone would feel under the pressures of original sin). She battles with the juxtaposition of her faith with her destiny, all while driving off continued advances by Lucifer and other demons with the simultaneous hope of remaining in God’s grace. Ms. Ives tries her best to justify the unachievable morality of her faith with the carnal appetites and realities of the physical world. It’s an unfeasible tightrope walk. She slips, she falls, and yet she keeps trying.

Vanessa is a remarkable character. She embodies the absurd dynamic that women of that era were expected to achieve, an expectation still existent in one form or another to this day. One the one hand, Ms. Ives/Eve/women in general are the origin of all evil, whose sexuality and power is responsible for bringing about the end of times. On the other hand, they were these beautiful dolls, expected to dress up and play the part of a meek and timid puppet. Vanessa was neither of these and both simultaneously, dancing forever in the liminal place between two extremes. Her impossible goal of justifying her innate powers, destiny, and reality, along with the societal expectations and norms forced upon her, make Vanessa Ives one of the most complex and dynamic witch-archetypes and characters of the modern era.

“Amunet. Serpent. Hidden One. Know your master. Your lover. Your master.”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Penny_Dreadful_(TV_series) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vanessa_Ives

[iris-ymir]

Voice meme: Asagi Homura

Bold what applies to your muse, italicize situational ones.

Feel free to add your own suggestions and carry it on.

► ACCENT “country” │ “backwoods” │ “sailor” │ “noble” │ foreign speaker | “The Queen’s English”

► ELOQUENCE educated │ uneducated │ doesn’t use conjunctions │ shortens words │ just makes up their own words! │ old English

► TONE loud │ soft │ room volume │ high pitched │ low pitched │seductive │velvety │ speech impediment │ abrasive │ gruff │ shrill │ booming │ matter-of-fact │ toneless │ husky │gravelly │ breathy │ nasal │ barking │ chatty │ condescending │ musical │ suave │ world-weary │ brash │ authoritative

► HABITS

refers to self in third person plurals │ incorporates different languages/terms/sayings│uses gender-specific terms │ adapts to audience │ changes pitch around animals or children │ shifts tone when lying │ gives others nicknames │uses terms of respect towards others

► VOICE REFERENCE

Examples of voice can be found here! (Eva Green, Vanessa Ives from Penny Dreadful)

Tagged by lovely @mai-takeda! 🌹

Tagging: @lavender-hemlock @saerumii @kazexvoss @alun-ura @ffxiv-zathorinsilverwood @emilistria @eorzeasfrozenknight @house-vexile & anyone who has not done this yet! Feel free to tag mi! x3

[arcticfoxbear]

Walk a Little Straighter Daddy

Spoilers

Somewhere between “Don’t hurt anybody, ever.” and “Help me.” lies the answer of how to belong. But how is an alien robot suppose to find that point? 

“The robot is watching me,” John Robinson muttered as he handed a cup of lukewarm coffee to his wife.

“Eh?” she replied as her hand mysteriously came up and hovered right next to the mug, seemingly unguided by her eyes.

John took a moment to smile as he placed the container into the most beautiful hand in the world, nope, in the universe. She pulled the mug under the consol with her and there was the sound of brief sipping before she contorted her arm to place the still half full mug on the consol.

“Can’t I freshen that for you?” John asked.

“Zero waste. Coffee is a luxury now. Got to set a good example.” Maureen said between grunts.

John mouthed along to the words and smiled fondly at the woman who was still upside down in the guts of the ship. He was pretty sure she had superpowers. Echolocation in her fingertips maybe, specifically tuned to find coffee cups. He was pretty sure humans shouldn’t be able to drink upside down either.

“Well then you shouldn’t leave your coffee sitting around,” John scolded her.

“I had an idea about the integration,” Maureen explained, “and there!”

She attempted to wriggle out of the confined space. John offered her his hand and she accepted it with a smile. He might have deliberately put a little too much force into the tug. Or maybe she intended to end up sprawled against his chest, smiling coyly up at him. He definitely intended to lean down a place a quick peck on her forehead.

“What was that about the robot watching you?” She asked as she wiped the grease off her hands, on the thighs of his pants but he wasn’t complaining.

John frowned as he tried to make sense of the odd behavior he had been noting. He tried to frame it in the same language he gave his after action reports.

“He’s been watching, following me,” he said.

“And this is different from how he usually watching everyone how?” Maureen asked.

The question might have sounded flippant, even mocking from anyone else but his wife sounded generally interested. She wanted more details.

“When there are more people in the room he keeps his face focused on me,” John explained. “Even Penny noticed it. When we are alone together he gets close. He was hovering over my shoulder sometimes but I told him to back off and he just watches from a distance now.”

Maureen took a few steps back and leaned against the bulkhead. She nodded thoughtfully. “When are you alone with him?”

“Mostly after Will has gone to sleep,” John explained. “I think that the integration,” he waved at the blue tendrils that showed in the exposed human wiring, “has given the robot the ability to keep watch over Will from anywhere on the ship.”

“That is my assumption too,” Maureen admitted. “I’m still surprised he lets himself get that far from him.”

“Anyway,” John continued, “Sometimes copies how I move. Sometimes he’ll help with whatever chore I’m doing, if I ask him to, but mostly he just, watches me.”

Maureen looked down into her cup and then back up at her husband. He tilted his head to the side.

“You’ve already noticed,” he said softly.

She nodded slowly.

“Yes, I have.”

A small, almost smile pulled at the corners of her mouth.

“You don’t seem too bothered,” John pointed out. “Which means you have a theory.”

“We know he and Will are connected. That he responds to Will’s feeling and urges.” Maureen said.

“Yes, but not so absolutely now since Smith mucked that up,” John replied.

“Yes.” Maureen gave a sigh and glanced up at the ceiling. “When we lost him the second time. After he fought off the other robot do you remember that long EVA you and Don did?”

“Scraping ash off the hull for about fourteen hours?” John said with a grimace. “Pretty hard to forget.”

“Well with you men out there,” Maureen waved towards the ceiling, “and Penny and Judy going over first aid protocols Will and Debbie and I had a chance to really talk.”

“Debbie is a great conversationalist,” John commented.

“Will told me how hard he had struggled with teaching the robot to be a good person,” Maureen’s lips quirked up at the last word. “How first he made the robot promise to not hurt anyone ever, and then told him to fight back against the moth chomper at the signal light. He said that after those mistakes now he is terrified to give him any orders at all. Especially after telling him to walk off a cliff.”

“So what does this have to do with the robot watching me?” John asked when she stopped talking and returned her attention to her coffee.

“We know that even without specific orders the robot learns through observation,” Maureen said softly, her eyes coming up to lock with John’s.

He felt something like anticipatory dread tighten his stomach.

“We know that he still is guided by Will’s desires,” Maureen said, “and impulses, even if they don’t have the absolute hold on him that they once did. We also know that the robot is trying to figure out the same problem that Will is, appropriate use of force. How to balance being a protector with being a member of a community. Or as the real psychologists put it, how to play the metagame.”

“Well good luck to him,” John muttered. “The US military has been trying to figure that one out for centuries.”

Maureen let out a soft laugh and glanced at him in patient exasperation over her coffee mug.

“What?” John finally burst out.

“The robot takes its cues from Will,” Maureen said softly. “How do boys learn how to balance aggression and cooperation?”

“By watching their fathers,” John said easily.

The answer had been drilled into him in long ago premarital counseling, his sacred duty to his offspring.  Be the kind of man he wanted his sons to be. Be the kind of man he wanted his daughters to bring home. The words came easily and fell into the tightness in his gut like a lead weight.

“The robot isn’t taking orders from Will anymore,” Maureen summarized after downing the last of her coffee. “He’s making his own decisions, and right now he’s gathering data to inform those decisions. He’s learning, adapting, watching.”

“Watching me,” John said.

Maureen gave him a sympathetic smile and slipped her arm though his.

“For what it’s worth,” she said softly. “I think they’re both going to turn out fine.”

[b-n-h-a-smash]

Author-chan! It is I! Anon-chan! c: I'm sorry this reply took ages. :c I'm fine! I'm fine! c: Oh, and are your currently into any shows, author-chan? I was looking for new shows to watch the other day and I was overwhelmed :o I think I now have a list of shows to last me for decades jks lol

ANON-CHANNNN HI! ♥ Hmmm, I don’t know what genres you like, but if you liked “game of thrones” you could try “vikings”. If you are into historical dramas (like me) and have no problem with some nudity you could try “Versailles”, the show I currently am watching! If you like superheroes but with a tad bit more realistic touches definitely give “Daredevil” a try! If you’d like to see a supernatural tv series set in victorian era try out “Penny Dreadful” (EVA GREEN IS A QUEEN). If you’d like to see a futuristic, dystopian tv series “Westworld” is a good choice! 

If you don’t like any of these ask for more suggestions on a specific genre! :3 

[another-anxious-elphie]

Elphie’s Emotion Hour

My Facebook isn’t the proper place for this rant but I need to let all this out (and hey isn’t that why I got back on Tumblr anyway?)

I’m not gonna reread or edit this so sorry.

Also I’m sorry for clogging the tags with this post. I tagged it for my personal records so if you’re in the fandom I’m sorry just keep scrolling...

Long Personal Rant Ahead ft. Penny Dreadful

Before we start, I want to note that a lot of this sounds crazy. I speak of fandoms as if they were totally real. The reason I do this is because they represent things that are very real in my life that I have no other way to put a name/face to. I promise y’all that I’m sane. I know what is reality and what is not, but talking about these things by using fiction-ary worlds/terms is incredibly helpful. 

Also ~~** I have not yet seen season 3 - spoil nothing **~~

And on to the point:

When I started watching the show it was scary to me. Not because it’s essentially a horror show, but I felt very dirty/nasty/vile for watching it. I don’t like to talk about my religion much, especially on places like Tumblr, because I know it will make some people distrust me, but when I started Penny Dreadful, it felt awful because the darkness of the show in relation specifically to religion and God/Satan.  But I’m in the Miss Peregrine’s [etc etc] fandom at the moment and I point-blank watched because of Eva. After being completely unsure about Vanessa - if I was even “allowed” (I use this term VERY loosely - I do not feel chained by my religion in any way) to like her -  after watching season 2 I can now say with every confidence I love her. 

As a proud Hufflepuff, I usually hate when my Ravenclaw side shows. While I know I am a Hufflepuff because I “choose” to be like Harry chose Gryffindor, I could and often do end up coming out as a Ravenclaw on paper. I know my heart and my soul belong in Hufflepuff and that the sorting hat takes this into account in a way no quiz/test/even human can do. Why talk about this? Because I have never had a Ravenclaw role model like Vanessa. i have never particularly gotten along with Ravenclaws in general. She is the first time I have known a Ravenclaw and not found them to be either unfeeling or full of themselves. It might not seem like a huge deal considering I identify as Hufflepuff, but having a Ravenclaw to look up to like  Vanessa is one of the most fucking comforting things I have experienced in a long time. 

Vanessa’s faith has also just fucking ended me. Last time I felt such a deep connection with God was when I studied Buddhism in college. The more I think or talk about religion of any kind, the more I believe in my God and His plans and His power and His love. Vanessa has literally faced the devil and won in the name of her God. This woman is ruthlessly hunted and possessed by the devil, surrounds herself with dark, unholy things on a regular basis, and regularly claims she believes her relationship with God has long since broken. But He never left her. And she - though she denies it - still believes in Him. He gave her the will to fight. He created her to be so strong that she can withstand even the most brutal attacks. Her spirit is more often under fire than her physical body, and He built her like a fucking panic room. 

She shows and feels kindness so deeply as well. She literally collected a gang of people willing to die to protect her just by existing and being honest with those around her. Which frankly is a thing I truly, truly hope I do. She never asks anything of them. Often she demands they do nothing. But the love they have built is also made to withstand anything and everything. 

And, on the incredibly basic level, I can identify with Vanessa not knowing how to find her place and the suffering that takes place in the wandering. Absolutely not the same way as Vanessa - not even CLOSE - but on that, again, basic way that all writers hope to achieve. You always want your characters to be relatable and human, and honestly you totally got me with Vanessa. Her struggle to constantly run from Satan is an echo of my struggle with depression. She’s tired of running. She just wants peace and friendship and safety. She will never be able to stop running. She is so young and has SO many years a head of her to fight this battle all the way. I’ve been having a very rough time lately with that part of my depression/anxiety.What I have will never go away. The rest of my whole life will be this roller coaster of ups and downs. Even in times of great content I will always be right balancing right on the edge of the next breakdown. All the love in the world can’t keep it away. Life will always be consistent  battles and the battles always suck. But fuck Vanessa owns that. 

I know I am strong. I’ve gotta be if i’m still here. I’ve gotta be because I don’t bury the truth, I face it. I made the decision a long time ago that understanding all this shit is stronger than pretending it’s not there. It hurts more, knowing that I’m forever “sick” with something that shouldn’t even be a sickness (a sickness is something that physically kills you or rots you, not an emotion). 

And I just really hope I can be as strong as Vanessa. 

Vanessa means a lot to me. 

And I don’t know if that’s because I’m going through a hard time rn or what, but I just love Vanessa Ives so fucking much. 

[emmaofrph]

Hey Emma, love your Eva Green gif pack, could we be seeing more from her in the future from you?

Thank you! To be honest, the only content you’ll likely see in the future is a gif pack/packs of Eva in Penny Dreadful! It seems like there are already good packs/hunts of her in her other popular projects and I’m not sure I want to remake them. Let me know if she’s lacking gifs from a specific project though and I might add it to my list.

[maxfieldparrishes]

wynonasrider replied to your post: thenightling replied to your post: ...

john logan wouldn’t be considerate. he didn’t have any for eva green about fucking vanessa over, he wouldn’t give a damn about a trans actress

to be fair (which sometimes.... is the most un-fun thing to do) i don’t think we really know to what extent, if any, eva had to do with the ending. i know there were rumors swirling around that one of the reasons pd ended when and how it did was because of her... creative partnership??? with tim burton, which, considering how she gushes about him (and like... eva, girl, i love you, but your taste in directors sucks) might have some weight?

but no, i totally get what you’re saying. he didn’t particularly care about any of the vulnerable characters on his show, considering that ALL THE WHITE MEN live, caliban gets the last line of the ENTIRE SERIES, while a) sembene dies, b) angelique dies, c) vanessa dies, and not to mention lily and jekyll... 

like, the thing is, no show is unproblematic. i get that. but penny dreadful set out with a specific goal, to cultivate a certain image and audience and provoke emotional responses within that specific audience, and its whole heart is about the unloved and the outcasts finding each other, finding acceptance and love and kindness with each other, even if said people are unkind themselves and have been treated unkindly. the show perpetuated its own problems and the problems it tried specifically to address. like... it was so good until it wasn’t. and it hurt a lot of people very deeply that it seemed to bite itself in the ass the way it did. i know it hurt me.  

i agree. john logan didn’t seem to have much consideration for anyone, not even his own audience, much less angelique or the actors. i remember watching the teaser interviews for s3 and i thought josh hartnett seemed pissed off about something, but chalked it up to... other factors. but after watching the whole season i could understand why he was angry.

[flowersbytheroad]

Penny dreadful finale thoughts

This is gonna be a long one so sit tight. First off like, almost none of the characters in the show got what they deserved like everything was such a fuckin dramatic tragedy. Except probably Dorian, i feel like his story arc ended in a believable way. Secondly like, i cant get over how out of character everyone was in season 3 like. Victor 'make-u-a-proper-woman' frankenstein is not that much of a sexist. Id literally be able to accept it if it was consistent with his character but that shit came out from nowhere. Also, why the fuck did he just forget he was friends with vanessa?? Did he just never visit her from the end of season 2 to the beginning of season 3?? Especially since they seemed to be getting along pretty well all this time?? Honestly everything about him in s3 just made him into a bit of a pathetic dick and, i feel, undid a lot of the character development he went through. (And if I were Jekyll i would have punched him at least once already) Its kind of the same with ethan like, great outfit change but also i find it unbelievable that he would entertain Hecate in any way. I understand he was at a low point at that time but also?? Given everything hes seen with vanessa, especially the time they spent in the cut witch's cabin together (im looking specifically at the time when he strongly fought against vanessa about using black magic), i cant believe that he would for one moment ally himself with the forces that he condemned so much n so strongly cuz oh idk, they literally tried to KILL vanessa? A person he cares deeply about???? As for him actually falling in love with hecate, that was a total left fielder again like yes they were stuck in a crazy dessert journey together, no i dont think thats excuse enough to start fucking, particularly considering the events of the s2 finale???? (Also the fact that he never found out that he killed sembene (who is the winner of the didnt get what he deserved trophy btw) because of hecate is gonna bother me forever) Like speaking of hecate, i feel like her story arc was just so pointless. It was imo just a tool to the larger plot, in which case why even make her an instrument with an arc. Why give her so many cryptic scenes n ooooh im so evil when literally all she does is nearly die on a dessert journey and then unsuccessfully try to recruit ethan to the dark side. There was all this buildup through season 2 as she works to betray her mother n like i though she was going to be the ultimate satan witch thing who would become even stronger n start some crazy shit but like no? Instead she follows ethan to america on some wild assumption that she can definately convince him to be evil (again i cant believe this worked) n then is uncerimoniously shot to death i guess after completing her mission? So everything she did was literally pointless, other than taking up ethans time. Even that brief stint of evilness she kinda got him to do didnt fall through in the end so like. Okay. Its also just kinda funny watching them swap token poc characters around Other than that, vanessa obviously didnt fuckin deserve to die are u kidding me rn. N i find it fuckin hard to believe that she could resist lucifer who spent the entire 2nd season tormenting her like crazy but not fuckin dracula. Dracula who is literally just a vampire vs actual satan. I guess i can see it in the sense that he used love as his tactic etc etc and that all her close friends were away (*cough*im lookin at u frankenstein*cough*) but still. Vanessa is not that gullible id think. I mean lucifer pulled the same 'i will love u for who u are' act as well and if u count the torments from s1 to be draculas doing then theyve kind of tormented her the same amount. Im not saying its entirely unbelievable here, but i am saying that it could have been better written. Angelique was totally unfairly murdered. She was a great character and i would have rather watched her and dorian go on dates for 5 hours rather than all the scenes of victor pining for lily added together. Where the heck did dracula disappear to btw? N what r they gonna do with sam barnett trapped in sir malcoms basement? Also that bloody threesome between dorian, lily and justine was just really uncomfortable to watch because i know for a fact that drying blood becomes sticky and tacky and like...think of the chafing please. All this shit being said, its not like i hated the show. On the contrary i thought it was great!! Just... some parts could have been better? I thought all the actors (esp Eva Green n Billie Piper) were fantastic n it was super well executed. The set and costume design were sweet as heck n the fight scenes were especially good (i loved seeing how shit at combat victor was n his go-to of beating the lights out of monsters while screaming in fear) I could probably go on here but like this post is long enough and I cant think of anything else off the top of my head so tldr; no one got what they deserved (except maybe dorian) but like, still loved it tho

[izzythehutt]

Do you have any actors or models in mind when you picture the black mask characters, or do you have these sort of unique images in your head for each of them? For me Walburga has always been Eva Green in Penny Dreadful, and Orion is Matthew Macfadyen in Ripper Street. Arcturus, for some reason, I picture as Tommy Lascelles lmao.

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 @sirtwentyofhousegoodmen​ I’m loling at the idea of Arcturus as Pip Torrens. Certainly the characters exude a similar energy. Eva Green from a costuming/hairstyling perspective is pretty much spot-on. Honestly, both choices are in the ballpark. 

Personally, I really don’t use actors as models for the characters’ physical appearances--I just have a very specific idea in mind.