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thetriumphantpanda · 1 year ago

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Ghost of You | J. Miller (Chapter Eight)

Series Summary / Grief is a strange thing. In the beginning it had been all-consuming. There wasn’t a moment of the day where you didn’t cry, didn’t ask yourself why it couldn’t have been you instead. And no-one ever explains the guilt you feel when it isn’t anymore. When it’s just a dull ache and you can finally breathe again, when you can start letting people get close to you again. People like Joel Miller.

Pairing / Joel Miller x Widow F!Reader

Word Count / 4.4k

Warnings / Soft!Joel as usual, some heavy petting, descriptions of panic attacks, descriptions of injuries (I am not a medical professional, please don't come for me), descriptions of food and alcohol, but nothing else.

Authors Note / Okay, so this came to me in a dream when I was really stuck on how to properly move these two forward and I hope that I've managed to portray it properly. If you enjoyed this then please consider reblogging, leaving a comment or popping into my ask with some love! And if you'd like to leave a tip, you can do that over on my Ko-Fi.

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Summer soon makes way for the fall, the air becoming chillier in Jackson by the day. The leaves have started to change, and you can already feel yourself missing the warmth and comfort that summer brought. The days are shorter, but that might also have something to do with the fact that you were finally back to work at the library full time, spending your days with Kate, and your evenings, more often than not, with Joel and Ellie.

You and Joel were still taking things steady. You always returned to your home each evening and nothing had progressed between the two of you apart from the heavy make-out sessions you would sometimes have on his couch. He was careful with you, always searching your face when his hands would touch somewhere new, always asking if it was alright to put his lips to your neck, pointing to exactly where he’d put his mouth with his fingers. It was nice, you enjoyed it, and there had never been a moment where you felt he was frustrated with how slow things were going between the two of you. Always content to just sit with his arm around you, play board games with you and Ellie and just have quiet conversation in the dark of his living room.

It was, however, frustrating you. There had been occasions where you’d stood on the porch, waiting for him to open the door, where you thought that evening would be the one. It had happened more often recently, now that Ellie had converted the garage at the end of their garden as somewhere to have her own space, but every time you felt like you wanted to ask, ask him to lay you down underneath him and take what you were desperate for, something always stopped you.

Tonight, it was particularly cold out. Joel had set a fire which had warmed his living room, casting an orange, flickering glow over the game of monopoly that Ellie had just won. You’d been at it for hours, a back and forth of Joel trying to convince you to sell your properties to him in exchange for his utilities, you refusing and instead ganging up with Ellie to buy up most of the board, before she turned on you as well.

“Told ya,” Joel smirks, nudging you with his elbow, “Should’a sold your blues to me, then we’d be the winners.”

“Joel,” You chuckle, as you take the paper money from Ellie to put back in the box, “You offered me two utilities for my two blues, it was never going to happen.”

“Hey, I offered to throw in a kiss as well,” He winks at you, to which you swat his arm, “Usually wins you over.”

“You two a fucking gross sometimes,” Ellie laughs, “I’m going to bed, don’t stay up too long, oldies.”

She’s out of the backdoor in a flash, leaving you to finish clearing up the game and stack it away with the others, Joel is standing from the couch at the same time, “Nightcap?” He asks.

“Always,” You smile over your shoulder, “That’s what us old people do, right? Drink whiskey to help us sleep.”

He chuckles as he pulls the bottle from the cupboard. This had become an almost nightly routine now, you’d have a drink or two, cuddle up until you could feel your eyes get heavy and then go home to your empty house, your empty bed. But it didn’t ever feel that lonely anymore. Sure, sometimes you’d turn over and look at the empty side of the bed and wish someone was there, but more often than not it was Joel’s form you’d imagine there at night, not Mark, although he did still make his appearances.

The more you’d talked to Joel about him, the more comfortable you’d become with the idea that Mark would actually have really fucking liked Joel. Mark and Tommy had been close friends, and although Joel was certainly different to Tommy in many ways, you knew that if Joel had just been a friend, if Mark had continued to stay alive and healthy, they’d have been a firm trio of friends.

“You ever think you’d spend the rest of your days living out the apocalypse playing monopoly?” You ask as Joel hands you your glass, “Because if you’d have told me twenty years ago that’s what I’d be doing, I’d have laughed.”

He lets out a groan as he sits back down, opening his arm for you to curl up into his side like you usually do, “It does seem a bit domestic, doesn’t it?” He chuckles, taking a sip from his glass, “Nice though, especially when I got a pretty lady to cuddle up to as well.”

“You flirt,” You chuckle, sipping your own drink, “Mark would have hated evenings like this though.”

“Hmmm?” Joel hums, “Why’s that?”

“Just not his style,” You shrug, “Liked his evenings quiet, we’d eat dinner and read, and he’d be in bed as soon as it was dark.”

“You liked that?” Joel asks, hand running light touches up and down your arm.

“I didn’t mind it,” You answer honestly, “After years of bouncing from place to place, never knowing when you were going to have to move on or when you might die, it was nice to just be still and quiet I guess.”

“But you prefer getting your ass beat by a fifteen-year-old at monopoly?” He chuckles.

“I wouldn’t say prefer,” You laugh along, “It’s just a nice change.”

The whiskey, and the dying flames of the fire, are warming your bones. You finish the last of the whiskey and put the glass on the coffee table, settling back into Joel’s side, “You want a top up?” He asks, setting his own half-finished glass down.

You look up at him, “Not right now, but I’d like a kiss if you don’t mind?”

“Oh sweet pea, I never mind.” He grins, leaning down to capture your lips with his own.

There’s something in the air tonight that makes you bold as brass. You push yourself up a little so Joel isn’t craning his neck down to you so much, one of your hands coming to rest on his shoulder to steady yourself as you move to loom over him. You pull your lips from him just enough to settle yourself into a more comfortable position before they’re back together, this time, your tongue running along his bottom lip, coaxing his mouth open for you.

You don’t think you’re ever going to get tired of the way this man kisses you. Every time it’s like he won’t ever get the chance again. His big hands are cupping your face, pulling you further down, pressing your mouths closer together. The taste of the whiskey on his tongue is always intoxicating, but tonight even more so. Before you can really register what you’re doing, you throw one leg over his hip so you’re straddling his lap. There’s still a fair amount of space between the two of you, you’re hovering as far above his lap as you can manage, but Joel’s hands are moving from your face, resting on the waistband of your jeans where they are on your hips.

He lets out a quiet moan into your mouth which sends electric shocks down your spine to settle in your tummy and God, you want more. You let your own hands grip his broad shoulders and before you know it, those big hands of his are resting on the globes of your ass, gently palming them through the denim of your jeans. His touch is electric – his hands guiding you to settle further into his lap when you feel it. You sink down just far enough to feel the unmistakable bulge at the front of Joel’s jeans against your own aching core and jolts you. Makes you panic. How could you have possibly gotten this far without even thinking? It makes you want to be sick.

You pull away from his mouth and rest your forehead on his, “I’m sorry,” You mumble, “I’m fucking sorry Joel.”

“Hey,” He speaks, hands moving from your ass back to your face, “Look at me, sweet pea.”

You do, opening your eyes to meet his own, as always, not a hint of anger or frustration on his face, just one of concern, one that he’s pushed you too far and made you uncomfortable, “Why is this so fucking hard for me?” You speak, mostly for yourself.

“Because it’s a big deal,” He says simply, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, “You don’t have to be sorry about anythin’, it’s me actin’ like a damn teenager when I’ve got a pretty girl on my lap.”

You extricate yourself from his lap, trying not to watch as he adjusts himself so his erection isn’t so prevalent in his jeans. Once he’s gotten himself more comfortable, he finishes off his whiskey before he lets out a yawn. It must be late, the game had gone on for hours and you know he’s got morning patrol tomorrow.

“I’ll get outta your hair,” You mumble quietly, not quite sure why you’re the one feeling hurt now, “Know you’ve got an early morning.”

“Hey,” He grips your arm as you try and stand, “Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Thinkin’ I want ya to leave because we’re not having sex.”

“I don’t think that at all.” You say, defensively.

“Yes you do,” God why can he just always read you like this, “I’m not mad at you sweet pea, I will say it until I’m blue in the face, you take all the time you need,” He leans in as close to your ear as he possible can, “And when you’re ready, I’m gonna be so fuckin’ good to you, you won’t know your own name.”

You gasp, giggling at his words. The longer you’d been staying with him like this, the filthier promises had been dropping from his lips. Never to pressure you, only to promise you exactly what you had in store when you felt able to give yourself to him.

“Well,” You smile, giving his upper thigh a squeeze, “I’ll be sure to think of what that might entail when I get into bed later.”

A smirk appears on his lips, “Only if you tell me all about it tomorrow.”

It’s a few days later when you’re shutting up the library with Kate. She locks the door and hikes her bag higher on her shoulder, “You want to grab a drink at the bar?” She asks, “We haven’t been together in so long.”

You know that Joel is on patrol right now and won’t be back until later, and a drink at the bar usually means a good hearty meal as well, which you would really enjoy against the backdrop of the cold evening air, so you gladly agree. You’d been a few times in the past weeks, mainly with Tommy and Maria accompanying you and Joel, and thankfully, no-one, including Vanessa, had made any comments like the first night, so you were more comfortable there now.

You sit together with Kate, sipping a glass of whiskey and enjoying bowls of venison stew, watching as Ellie sits with a group of kids doing the same, but with glasses of juice instead. Joel had confided in you months ago that he was worried about her fitting in, that she’d struggled to make friends with people her own age, but since she’d started at the school, things had been better. She was attached to Dina and Cat by the hip most of the time, and it was nice to know she was able to enjoy being a kid for once.

“So, how are things going with your man?” Kate teases, dropping her spoon into her empty bowl.

“They’re okay,” You answer honestly, “Slow going, but that’s what I need.”

“I have to say, in the past few weeks you’re almost your old self.”

“Yeah, I feel a lot better to be honest,” You admit, “Like, I still struggle sometimes, but Belinda moved me to one appointment a month and said she thinks I’m finally on the road to a proper recovery.”

“Good,” She smiles, clinking her glass to yours, “And it’s not all him either,” She adds, “Sure he’s rugged and handsome, but don’t let anyone think we’re giving him all the credit for making you happy, you’ve done this all by yourself, you hear me?”

“I hear you,” You smile, taking a sip of your whiskey.

“Now hurry up,” She says, slamming her drink back, “I’ve got a date with Pride and Prejudice.”

You roll your eyes but knock back your own drink all the same, “You’ve read it at least six times since I’ve known you,” You stand, gathering your things, “And you’d still rather read it than spend time with me?”

“Sorry babes,” She chuckles, “But Mr Darcy wins every time.”

As you’re leaving The Tipsy Bison, you’re suddenly all too aware that there’s hell of a commotion going on in the street. The main gates are flung open, and people are shouting and screaming to each other as horses gallop in through the gates. Then, you can see Tommy. He’s dragging someone back through the gates. Then, you realise who it is and all the colour drains from your face. He’s dragging Joel and he’s covered in fucking blood. You bend over and try to not throw up. You can feel Kate at your side, trying to pull you up to standing again, you let her, but you can feel your knees start to buckle as you try and get down the steps and onto the street.

Maria is running towards you; you can see panic written on her face. Kate lets you go for a moment and as you’re running towards Tommy, you tumble down onto the ground, palms hitting the dirt and gravel. In any other circumstance you’d probably register the pain of landing on your knees at your age, but Maria is on the floor in front of you, bringing your face to the crook of her shoulder to shield you from whatever is going on.

“Joel… oh my god.” Is all you can mumble, just his name over and over again into Maria’s shoulder.

Then, you wonder what the fuck you’re doing on the floor. You look up and Tommy is coming towards you, him and another man dragging Joel, who looks to be just holding on to consciousness. You try and push yourself up, but Maria is trying to keep you grounded.

“Let go of me!” You scream, trying to tear Maria’s arms off you, “I have to go with him!”

“Darling, calm down.” She tries to soothe.

“No!” Another roar from your lungs, “Let me see him!”

You’re crying now, tears streaming down your face. You have to be near him. You have to know he’s okay. You can’t do this again, you can’t lose someone else, not like this. You’re trying to suck in breath through your mouth, but you just end up choking on the air as you continue to fight to get away, to follow behind Tommy who has rushed past you. You can see drops of blood on the ground, drop of Joel’s blood, and this is what finally causes you to throw up. His blood, on the floor, that means it’s bad.

You can feel someone else behind you trying to pull you up as Maria helps from the front, trying to get you away from the mess you’ve made from emptying your stomach on the floor. You fall into Maria’s arms again when she wraps them around you, running a hand over your hair to try and calm you down, whispering that it’s going to be okay and that you can see him soon.

Then, in your mind, your brain goes straight to Ellie. You’re whipping around, about to run back into the bar to get her, but when you do, you realise she’s the person who helped get you up off floor.

“Oh my God,” You breathe, pulling her into a hug of her own, “Ellie.”

She wraps her arms around your middle, squeezing you just as hard as you’re squeezing her before you pull away and cup her face in your hands. Her face is just as distraught as you must imagine yours is, although she’s not crying, just has a glazed look in her eye that breaks your heart even more. You don’t need to ask each other whether you’re okay. You both know the answer. You just pull back into each other and hug even tighter, until Maria is touching your lower back.

“Let’s go to the hospital,” She says, leading you both down the street, following the very obvious trail of blood, “Tommy can tell us what the fuck is going on, if nothing else.”

As you’re walking, you’re remembering the last time you made this trip to the hospital. Maria was guiding you then, you were crying then, knowing it was going to be the last time you got to see Mark. The last time you’d get to hold his hand. Watch the slow rise-and-fall of his chest. He was unconscious. He didn’t know you were there. He had no idea you kept hold of his hand right to the very end.

Your feet are carrying you at this point. You don’t feel like you’re inside your body at all, don’t feel at all human. The only thing anchoring you to the real world is Ellie’s hand clutched in your own and Maria’s guiding arm around your waist.

When you step through the doors of the hospital it’s a flurry. It looks as though Joel wasn’t the only one to get injured, although most of the other men in the waiting room look mainly walking wounded and not pouring blood out onto the ground. A nurse is tending to them as best she can, and then Tommy is bursting through the doors at the end of the hall, own clothes covered in blood, but looking like he might have gotten off scott-free, injury wise.

“What the fucking hell happened out there?!” Maria is demanding as she lets go of your briefly to hug her husband.

“It was a fuckin’ ambush,” Tommy spits, noticing Ellie and you stood behind her, shedding his jacket and throwing it to the side so you don’t have to look at the blood, “A whole fuckin’ group of ‘em, waiting us out at the lodge,” He lets Maria go, “Fuckin’ bastard’s took us by surprise, started firin’ all over the place, it was fuckin’ carnage,” He’s checking on Ellie next, “Thought we got ‘em all, and then outta fuckin’ nowhere this one guy manages to take a perfect shot at Joel, right through the shoulder.”

“Can we…” You trail off as he takes you in an embrace, “Can we see him?”

He pulls away, looking at you with eyes that says he’s sorry, and you’re not sure if he’s saying sorry because you can’t or because Joel might be dead. It makes your bottom lip wobble and more tears to spring in your eyes.

“They’re tryin’ to dig a bullet outta his shoulder, sweetheart,” He says, “As soon as he’s comfortable we’ll let you in, alright?”

You nod and let him, and Maria lead you and Ellie to a room that’s empty down the hall. Maria stays sat with you whilst Tommy goes to find something warm to drink, bringing back a flask of coffee that you don’t even bother to ask where he found it. He set a mug in your hands, giving Ellie some water instead, and that’s how you sit for what feels like hours. The room is mostly silent, save for the few times your emotions threaten to get the better of you and you have to take big, deep breaths to keep yourself in control. Your hand stays firmly clutched to Ellie’s; you both take turns rubbing your thumbs over each other’s hands to keep each other calm.

You don’t know how much time has passed, but a doctor is opening the door. He’s got a mask over his mouth, but no gloves on, scrubs with splatters of blood on them. Everyone in the room sits up in their chairs, waiting for the axe to drop, “He’s fine,” There’s a collective sigh of relief, “He’s lucky the bullet got lodged, we managed to pull it out and stitch him up fine, he’s just a little tired from the blood loss,” You finally let out your own breath that you’d been holding in, “He can have visitors, but one at a time.”

You turn to Ellie, “You go first,” You say, pulling her hand for her to stand up, “He’ll want to see you.”

She stands but doesn’t leave to follow the doctor until she’s bent down to give you a bone crushing hug. Tommy follows her out soon after, mumbling something about needing to check on the other guys, which leaves you and Maria alone.

“I’m sorry.” You mumble, suddenly all too embarrassed at your outburst in the street.

“What on earth do you have to be sorry for?”

“All that,” You gesture wildly with your hand, “Out there.”

She gets up from her chair and kneels in front of you, comforting hands on your knees, “Don’t be so silly,” She soothes, “Even I was fucking scared by it all, I know how much he means to you, so you don’t need to be sorry, ever, you understand?”

“I just feel so stupid,” You can feel your tears starting again, “It was just a single bullet wound, why did I act like it was the end of the world?”

“Because none of us knew that?” She offers, “He was almost unconscious girl, there was blood everywhere.”

“I thought….” You trail off, not wanting to admit what’s on the tip of your tongue.

“You thought you were going to lose him too?”

All you do is nod, letting a tear trickle down your face. Maria’s cold hands come up to cup your cheeks, thumbs brushing away the tears, “That man is a stubborn son-of-a-bitch,” She soothes, “Gonna take a lot more than a single bullet to tear him away from you.”

Maria is just lifting herself from t he floor when Ellie comes back into the room, Tommy behind her with his hands resting on her shoulders, “I’m gonna take Ellie home, but he wanted to see you.” He’s motioning to you.

“Will you be alright on your own?” You ask to Ellie, it’s a stupid question, because she’s probably one of the most self-sufficient fifteen year old’s you’ve ever met, but you want her to know that she has you if she needs you.

“I think I’ll probably just crash,” She shrugs, clearly still reeling herself from what happened, “I know where to find you tomorrow if I need you.”

You give her one last hug before Tommy is leading her away down the hall, pointing through the doors at where you needed to go.

When you push open the door to his room, Joel is sat, propped up in bed with his shoulder wrapped up in what has to have been almost all the communes supply of bandages. His face is pale, and you can tell he’s in pain, so you let the door close behind you and stand right there, waiting for him to invite you closer. His shirt is ripped, where the doctor obviously didn’t want to waste time trying to get him out of it in a dignified manner, and there’s blood covering the material and his jeans have a fair splattering of it as well.

“It looks worse than it is, I promise,” He speaks softly, motioning for you to come and sit on the chair next to his bed, “I’m sorry I scared you.”

You shake your head as you take a seat, shuffling the chair closer to the bed, “Don’t be silly,” You respond, “You were bleeding quite profusely, you didn’t need to worry about me.”

He offers you his hand, led on the bed, palm upturned, which you take, wrapping your own hand around his, giving it a squeeze, just to make sure he is really still here, “Are you okay?” He asks, squeezing you hand back.

“Joel, please,” You sigh, “Don’t ask about me when you just got shot.”

“Well, I know I’m okay, and now you know I’m okay, so I’m asking you, sweet pea, are you okay?”

“I was so scared Joel,” You whimper, lip trembling, “I thought- oh god – that I might lose you as well.”

He releases your hand, only to brush the tears from your face before he’s gripping it again, “You listen to me,” He speaks, you look at him, “I have been shot at more times than I remember, it’s going to take hell of a lot more than a bullet to take me away from you, do you understand me?”

You nod, using. Your own free hand to wipe away more tears that have fallen from your eyes, “Can I hug you?”

“Promise to watch out for my shoulder?” He teases, you nod with a small smile, “Then I’d love a hug.”

You stand from the chair, leaning over to wrap your arms around his neck. Joel sits forward just a touch to let your arms snake around him, before his good arm is clutching around you and pulling you down. You let your head drop to the crook of his neck, where you turn and press a kiss to his skin, breathe in his scent, take him all in.

It’s in this moment that you realise you might just have the capacity to love this man. This man who has done nothing but be kind to you. This man who has been so patient and soft and understanding at every marker of whatever this relationship was. This man who kissed you like his life depended on it, clearly capable of such extreme violence that would have kept him alive, but never once showing you that side of him. You can’t say it, not yet it’s too fast, but the panic you had felt at the prospect of losing him meant you knew exactly who he was to you. You could love Joel Miller, you wanted so desperately to love Joel Miller. You just prayed the world would give you enough time together to do it.

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superkooku · 15 days ago

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Perseus' Grandson : first impressions

Ok ! I found a way to translate the Russian version of Perseus' Grandson from Henry Lion Oldie in a way that's actually readable (not perfect, but still...)

Btw I'd like to thank @alaknog for being willing to help me on this journey. I have some questions, feel free to answer them when you can, be it in a reblog or a DM.

And thanks to @sarafangirlart for exposing me to probably the best Perseus retelling (in my opinion) out there. Idk, the plot summary already sold me 😂. If it keeps its promises, then I'm in for a good time.

I'll post my first few impressions on my blog. Spoiler alert, obviously. I'll try to summarize the story so it's understandable, but those are mostly impressions and rambling. If anyone has a question, feel free to ask.

The parod

Genius title for a first part. Referencing ancient greek tragedies, especially with such a beginning.

Btw, it's about Perseus' death. Yeah,

He lies on his deathbed, surrounded by his loved ones. I like that we don't make him die in battle, that's more personal.

Andromeda is still alive, presented as a severe and headstrong woman that doesn't cry, despite being besides her dying husband. Idk it's different from the usual damsel in distress/self-sacrificing stuff we have. It's a welcome change :3

There's also Sthenelus, Gorgophone and ofc Amphitryon (our main character). The whole family is here on this tragic occasion. Idk it's weird in a good way to see them being acknowledged.

Ok, so the translation says "little Medusa/baby Medusa", and I was confused for a while. But I realized it's about Sthenelus' daughter, Astymedusa.

It talks about Zeus bringing his "son" to Olympus. But Perseus is dying, so is he being deified or is Oldie talking about someone else ?

Pretty original opening chapter, honestly. It begins on a strong/sad note and we're introduced to the family.

Episode 1 - Part 1

Ok, this scene was super confusing until @alaknog told me that there were OCs. I spent 30 minutes of research for nothing, lol.

Also, the translator keeps changing their names.

There's a dude called Lycus, his twin brother Firay (It doesn't sound that greek, but it's a translation from a russian reading of an OC name. We'd probably read it as Phireus or smth like that)

Plus one of Leucothea's sons with a mortal captain named Triton. All OCs

The argument is about Amphitryon being cursed because of Pelops' bloodline and him denying it.

They're fishing on a boat.

Little details about Amphitryon's youth like his mother calling him "my bull" or him biting Pelops' finger on their first meeting as a baby. Idk, I like it.

The twins are constantly teasing Amphitryon about him being cursed. And they have each other's back. They're rowdy boys.

They have two other OC siblings : Chrysus and the youngest called Polyphemus (obviously not the cyclops)

Annnnd that's when the chapter becomes less "teenage boys making fun of each other" and darker.

There's Chrysus, panicked, that comes announces that Polyphemus got killed by their own mother.

And the mother is dancing in the courtyard like nothing happened...

Oh wait... the mother killing her offspring... like Agave and the Minyades ! I'm smelling some good ol' dionysian madness over here.

If I'm right, then I'm in for a good time.

So far, I don't have much to say about the character dynamics, except for funny sibling interactions and the nice side of getting to know Amphitryon. Not much about his personality, though again, the translation makes it hard to understand subtext.

Episode 2 - Part 2

Oh goodness 😱😱, I was right ! The boys, probably searching for the mother, find her doing, well, maenad stuff (screaming Bacchos in an evohe, running around with torn clothes, etc.)

She's even dancing on the baby's corpse like he's not even there... ok, he's not even in the book yet but I can already confirm this is the most accurate adaptation of Dionysus I've seen

The twins' father is here. I think she's injured him and he has a broken arm. Anyway, he's crying. Understandable reaction.

I love how she's compared to an Erynie working for Hades and are like "no he's not the one responsible". Funny involuntary jab at Clash of Titans 🤣.

Lycus tries to get his mother back to her senses but his dad and Phireus push him, like "ARE YOU STUPID OR DO YOU WANT TO DIE ?".

The men are terrified of who will be targeted by madness next. Again, understandable. Dionysus' wrath would be a nightmare to handle

Ok, so the people are stuck in a dilemma : Dionysus' wrath or the Basilei's (the king's)

The king is Perseus, who comes in to see the mess. He's introduced like an uninvited guest, a stranger, who could be in his 60s.

This chapter takes place before the beginning considering, yeah, he's still alive.

Also, he's bald ??? We have bald Perseus now ??

I love how Amphitryon instantly glosses over the crazy woman dancing with a baby corpse and is like "yay ! Gramps !" 😂

But it means Perseus is a good grandfather who spends time with his grandson, super nice detail

Anyways, Perseus comes to the crazed mother and recognizes an invisible presence (jee, I wonder who it may be 🤔...)

Then she attacks him like a wild beast, but he firmly holds her arm, restraining her.

Also, he defeated her until she was lying unconscious on the floor, not showing any emotion. Probably because he's done it before or because any sign of weakness could be used against him.

The mother is clearly dehumanized. Her name isn't used, she's compared to a monster, an Erynie, a creature. It serves the scary factor pretty well. It's not a mother anymore, but a tornado, an animal, subject to godly insanity.

Perseus crushes grapes on her wrist and... she's neutralized. Does the maenads' strength come from magical madness grapes here ? Or is crushing grapes a metaphor ?

If Perseus is emotionless, Spartacus much less so. According to the dialogue, they went to neutralize some group of maenads but he couldn't do the same for his wife.

I say neutralize because I don't know if she's still alive or not. Probably...

Ok : more about Perseus and Amphitryon. The former drags the latter away from the chaos, in private.

Amphitryon seems to both admire and fear Perseus. He's a pretty intimidating man but, since he's pretty old, his grandson struggles to see him as the youthful gorgon-slayer. The more Amphitryon grew, the more he admired Perseus... interesting.

Lol, the text says that the people fear Perseus more than Zeus' lightning, because the lightning is far from them. Latina mom energy 😂😂

Perseus "the destroyer" they call him.

Lots of good stuff in this chapter !!

I like how he implications of having a maenad wife are shown. Perseus knows she doesn't recognize her husband and doesn't mind slaughtering any obstacle, but Spartacus doesn't have the strength to fight her.

Also, the baby killing. Yes that actually happened in mythology 😅 (not with this character, that's an OC, but to king Minyas' daughters for example. They refused to worship Dionysus and that didn't end well...)

And anyone following my account for a while could see how much I was craving scary Dionysus stuff in adaptations. Here it is ! And it doesn't disappoint. I don't care about the messy translation anymore, I have to continue.

Istg Dionysus is treated like an ominous distant enemy. His name isn't spoken, only the two first letters by (I think) Lycus, before being interrupted. Cthulu-like enemy, lol. I'm curious about the "crushing grapes" thing as well.

But small bald Perseus is so funny to picture XD. I like him so far, he's like one of those cranky grandpas who are war veterans. Or like strong old men in anime. And he had a badass moment, confronting a maenad while everyone else was terrified.

You know what ? From now on, he looks like this in my mind :

Like an angry Master Roshi with an armor, lol (imagine Perseus, like Master Roshi, being able to hide his muscles to seem like a chill old man and then BOOM: the destroyer is there !)

#perseus' grandson #translator adventures #amphitryon #not a reblog #took me a few hours to read this correctly but it's worth it #perseus #dionysus #ok he's not in the book but HIS PRESENCE !!! he deserves the tag #H.L. Oldie

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i-want-my-iwtv · 1 year ago

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♥♥♥ Carbonated Blood ♥♥♥

(ノ°∀°)ノ’.:*・°☆

Inspired by recent interest in this blog, and for ppl newly landing on it, I made this pinned post as a welcome, a warning, and some tags I would recommend that are specific to my blog for my favorite stuff. Here's why it's called i-want-my-IWTV.

🤘 A welcome: I'm Burnadette (21+) and this blog is an unofficial Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles appreciation blog started in July 2013, but it's not an authoritative resource, I'm just collecting fanworks and other dash goodies based on my own rubric, sprinkling catnip out to the fandom, and answering asks for ppl who are curious about my opinions on things. I encourage positivity and optimism! ✨

My AO3: Burnadette_dpdl

Co-mod @wicked-felina and I typically run the @vcsecretgifts exchange, you can check out the archive there. We had to take a 2 yr hiatus for real life reasons, we hope to revive it in 2024 💕 In the meantime, go check out @vamptember (@hekateinhell and @monstersinthecosmos), for a wealth of VC fanworks!

⚠️ A warning: You may encounter things you dislike on this blog, such as ship art of ships you dislike, discussions about dark fiction, problematic characters, and other such topics. My free time for fandom is limited and I do this for free for my own entertainment, so I don't engage in bad faith discussion, and I'm generally picky about engaging* in all discussion posts or personal posts.

You may have noticed that I don't post/reblog much about it if I can help it: While I do not like the current IWTV AMC 2022 adaptation, I can talk about it, and I do appreciate that it's brought fresh blood 🩸 into the fandom, a lot of talented fanart and writing! And yes, ppl can enjoy IWTV '22 and other adaptations and canon and absolutely whatever 🤝, these things are not mutually exclusive 😎 (I tag it #iwtv 2022 and #iwtv amc if ppl need to block those tags.) With that said, I think there are some fabulous ppl who can embrace it all, like @xxhellonursexx! There are role models like Nurse, able to venn diagram the VC content with a sense of humor and respect.

So I welcome new fans, and encourage them to ask questions and engage with ppl like me, there is limitless room for everyone.

ANYWAY.

Behold, my STUFF: Some of my favorite tags in no particular order, this may evolve over time:

(Cut for length)

Lin, get in here and settle this - (Not a tag but this is my 20 second magnum opus 😎✨)

vampire physiology - Both about Ricean and other vampire media, studying them like lab animals and talking about it!

Fandom laws - Fandom's been around a long time, and I think a big part of having a great experience in it is mutual respect, which ppl have codified in fandom laws. When/if you break them, you may turn other ppl off and that can spread quickly; you build your reputation by your actions.

digging up an oldie from the archive - when I need to throw an older post on the dash to share again, maybe there's a reason, or a great addition.

hello dinner - Various amusement about vampires and their dinner.

messy eater - Related to the above, it's less common (canonically) for a Ricean vampire to spill a drop of blood, so it used to be more dramatic when we'd see art/fic of spillage! There are vampires from outside VC in that tag, too, I couldn't resist reblogging them.

vampiredevelopment/interviews and rec - this is some of my favorite textmeme content 😂

memeything - y'know, memes, some are embedded in more serious posts, but I think when I first heard the word "meme" I didn't think mine really counted? So I made it "memeything" so as not to land in a "meme" tag if they didn't count, but eventually I decided that "meme" can be pretty widely defined, so mine kinda do, but by that point I was far into the habit of using my own word, so there it is.

how to make a post a vc post - when you just gotta insert your fandom into an unrelated post bc it FITS.

VC fandom hunters - when you're looking for other VC fandom ppl to role play with, etc.!

Lestatiquette - Lestat ettiquette.

Lestatuesque - Someone/something is acting like Lestat.

Lestats closet - Something you might find in Lestat's closet, a resource for fanartists/writers looking for inspo 🙏

Its a coffin - fanart and works involving coffins!

We appreciate and love Louis in this house - There was a wave of sentiment criticizing Louis for various reasons and these are thoughtful responses to that criticism. Tag started by the magnificent @covenofthearticulate/@theballadofmrslovett (go check out her ideas, and her AO3 covenofthearticulate, she is so so good 💞)

Defending Antonio - There's periodic discussion about Antonio Banderas as Armand in the '94 IWTV movie, I love him, and I'm totally rational about it

Louis has canon hair I know that will make at least 2 ppl I know very happy - and idk if I would even reveal privately who they are but definitely not publicly! I don't want to put them on blast! 😅 I appreciate Louis with different hairstyles and I've debated about it enough that like... I can appreciate Options but some ppl would prefer to see his hair as it's described in canon 😙

VC wedding hysteria - What it says on the tin.

iwantmyiwtv has opinions - a way to signal that these are my opinions only and not presented as fact.

Iwantmyiwtv rp - I sometimes take asks for Lestat or Louis to help inspire my fanfic. Specify who you're asking and they might respond 😎, Lestat response starts with ♛, and Louis with ♠.

vc news/vc casting - For sharing news and post casting ideas, as there are multiple adaptations and there's always fantasy casting! It never ends.

not vc/vc adjacent - I see some ppl have adopted these two! I made these out of a kind of purist approach, I wanted to reblog smtg and share it but it wasn't exactly VC, soooo, it's my acknowledgment accordingly.

VC - I may have used this in the past but I don't anymore, bc there are tons of things that could have that abbreviation, I assume, so I don't find it too be descriptive enough for use as a Vampire Chronicles tag 🤷🏼‍♀️

*You may see older posts that were written in a bubblier/sassier manner than I'd be comfortable with now, but I find those to be charming now, it's a 10+ yr old blog, after all! Our internet experience has evolved. What's cringe or even rude now was normal then and I know that my intention was always positivity and anti-censorship, so that includes not censoring myself. ✨ I ask that you have patience with those responses that may not have aged well as you have patience with an artist or writer's earlier works, or your own growth over the years! 🌱

#i want my iwtv #iwantmyiwtv #pinned post

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kpchrs · 1 year ago

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Hii! I hope you are doing fine. I just wanna say that I love your Tumblr, the snowbaird reblogs, art, and analysis are great. I spent a lot of time here. So, if it isn't too much to ask, could you share some of your favorite snowbaird fics? Thankss

Hi, Anon! I'm doing fine, I hope you too!

Thank you lol I'm happy to be a reblogging service. I do dig the tags a lot (aka being obsessive). You should go to the tag #thg meta on my friend's blog @mswyrr for more great meta!

Surprisingly, I haven't read too many Snowbaird fics. My friends are like "hEy HaVe YoU rEaD tHe NeWeSt ChApTeR?" and they will shout at each other excitedly while I can just sit cus no I haven't I'm overwhelmed 👁️👄👁️ And they go "rEaD iT!!!" OKAY OMAGAH but I still haven't read more. You know, how to read fics when it grows from 80 something to above 350 in just a few weeks?

So this recommendation will be based on what I have read and what my friends are always yapping about:

right here in the old therebefore by @californiannostalgia (This is the first fic Snowbaird I read and I love it. I love Ghost!Coryo and Ghost!Lucy Gray. Everlark-focused tho.)

Surveillance Shadow by @southslates (Some love for my beloved, Tigris Snow.)

my smoking gun, my eclipsed sun by opheliac (I linked this to all they have written on Snowbaird, short but great.)

send me straight to heaven by shirbertsholmesburys (Where he doesn't even have to lift a finger to get a better Panem and thus he is free to scream at birds in his oldie days :) Dumb Coryo. A rare HEA fic.)

Snow Dove by @spoomed (A post-canon fic where Lucy Gray is alive. Help me to push her to use Tumblr again lol)

Anything by @framboise-fics (Something of a legend maybe.)

Anything by @fkevin073 (Something of a legend maybe (2))

This is Not A Love Song by FrostedGemstones22 (This is one the fics my friends have been screaming about 👁️👄👁️)

The Sweet Spot by thedaughterofdeath (Modern AU, Singer!Lucy Gray and Manager!Coryo)

Enjoy the Show! by lautdalam (One of the First Lady/Mentor!Lucy Gray AU and I think a story with a doomed ending told by Haymitch's eyes :))

Reflections of the Garden by madzdolin (This is also one of the fics my friends have been screaming about and I'm still reading 👁️👄👁️)

And, uh, now I got overwhelmed LOL I'll try to add some more later.

Thank you for the ask! I've been keeping my eyes and ears open and, well, there are more fics to be published by talented people. So stay tuned in the tags, both Tumblr and AO3.

Kris

#thg #tbosas #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #kris got asks #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #snowbaird #snowbaird fic rec

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leviathans-watching · 1 year ago

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aaa reqs are open again I’m so excited <3 would you want to write something that involves slow dancing with the boys? I’m partial to Lucifer asmo and Diavolo but honestly whoever you wanna write for is completely fine, I love your writing style!! I like to imagine slower jazz or oldies music w this kind of stuff it just makes it cuter <3 please take ur time and drink some water today :)

dancing with asmo

includes: asmo x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .4k | rated g | m.list

a/n: i have imagines with that idea here but thought it would be fun to do smth longer with asmo... thanks for requesting and i hope you enjoyed!! and i adore older jazz & stuff so in case you're curious here was the song i was imagining lol. my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback so come say hi!!

please like & reblog :3

asmo gives you a coaxing smile, holding his hand out. “you’re not going to make me beg, right? i knew you were cruel, but to reject me like this…”

“oh, shut up,” you say with a laugh. “and while i’d love to dance with you, i’m afraid i don��t know how. i’d only embarrass you, and i know how much you care about your image. plus, i think your fans would eat me alive.”

he rolls his eyes, looking all too handsome in his white suit, hair uncharacteristically slicked back. the event was diavolo’s, and yet to you, it almost seemed as if the main characters were the brothers instead of him. not that you’d ever share that aloud.

“who cares about my fans,” he says. “we both know you can take care of yourself. and, i’ll teach you. think about how cute that would be! how heartwarming!”

“you’re not going to give up, are you?”

his grin is bright. “nope!”

you stand, and somehow it grows even more dazzling. “fine. teach away. but you can’t get mad when i step on your feet, alright?”

“alright,” he agrees, taking your hand. “but only for you.”

the band switches songs then, a perfectly-timed slide into a smooth jazz piece you vaguely register as being an old song from the human realm. asmo leads you to the floor, easily taking place among the other pairs. then he begins moving you, repeating the same few motions until you get the hand of it.

“there you go,” he encourages as you get more comfortable with it, then pulls you in, wrapping his arm around your waist. you giggle, pressing your cheek to his chest.

the song reaches the end, the singer’s voice crooning the notes, and he surprises you, suddenly maneuvering you into a spin, followed by a dip. you clutch at his shoulders, gasping, and he smiles again, eyes glittering.

“beautiful,” he says, and you can’t tell if he’s talking about the music, the dancing, or you. you look up at him, eyes wide, and his smile softens into something sweet and lovely, so full of adoration it almost seems impossible.

“are you going to let me up?” you ask after a moment, still held in the dip and he pulls you back towards him, but not before leaning down and giving you a kiss. your cheeks hurt from how hard you’re smiling, and you have to concede: dancing with him really isn’t as bad as you thought it was going to be.

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undine66770 · 9 months ago

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Introduction Post (pinned) I figured since I've made some new boop-friends and such, I might make a brief little introduction post about me and what you'll expect to see on my blog... even though it's kind of in my blog intro itself. *You can call me Undine! (she/her) it's nice to meet you all and as said before I had so much fun exchanging boops with everyone.

I like a bunch of stuff, but mainly I'm really into things from days gone by such as the oldies but goodies. We're talking:

Music. My listening scope is the 20s-60s; but with a main focus on the '50s-'60s. I even have a big ol' Spotify playlist compiled of my favorite oldies if you're interested in listening to that! There's even earlier music in there too. If you want to check out what kinds of artists I mainly listen to, I have a last.fm profile. It'll give you a better idea! But some of my favorites at the moment are Jim Reeves, Perry Como, Dean Martin, Sanford Clark, Elvis Presley, Buddy Holly, Gene Vincent, Eddie Cochran, Ricky Nelson, Lola Albright, Hank Williams, Webb Pierce, Faron Young, Starset, Vitas.... Obviously this list is not exhaustive and you can go to my Lastfm and pretty much my tastes are there! I mainly like rock n' roll and classic country but again, Lastfm will tell you!

Movies. I'll admit I don't really have the attention span for much movies but on the occasion that I do, the Golden Age of film is probably my go-to. I have a lot of stuff on my watchlist... procrastination is a big thing with me.

TV series, too. I like the older TV series but I'm into modern stuff as well (I promise I'm not just a boomer, the modern stuff applies to everything else too! /j). I really like the noir and detective noir genres. Some examples of TV series I like include Dragnet, Peter Gunn, Johnny Staccato, Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet, the Addams Family, BBC's Merlin (still need to finish), Doctor Who (although unfortunately I've not been able to catch up in a long time so no spoilers please!)

Old-time radio. Dragnet (which originally started as OTR) and Broadway is my Beat are some examples of what I'm into. So going into this, you will probably see me post people or things from the medias above, or others also. Other things I like include:

Pokémon. A bit rusty as I've not played a mainline game nor completed one in a while although wanting to get back into it soon but still like it.

RWBY

History

Worldbuilding and writing!! I even have a new AO3 you can look at HERE!

Playing video games

Photography, one day I hope to learn how to become a great photographer. Besides the above, I'll just browse and reblog things that I think are neat or that I like - variety is to be expected, my blog doesn't really follow a theme. And that is pretty much basically everything that I can think of, off the top of my head! If I think of anything else or get any new interests I will edit this post with the edit date. Welcome to my blog!

#random undine rambles™️

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ladysternchen · 1 year ago

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End of Year Fic Recs

Thanks @polutrope for tagging me 😁!

Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023)

Recommend up to 5 single fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies)

Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read. (oooohhhh damn. I'm gonna SO fail at this, because I actually read so little myself- I tend to re-read the same stories over and over and over again, but I'll see what I can do)

Multi-Chapter

'Tis the Season (To Be Tea-la-la-lally) by polutropos (Teen And Up, WIP, AU) I'm not one for modern AUs normally, not at all, and I honestly didn't want to read it at the start, but then I did (here on Tumblr) and got sucked in LOL. It's just great, and I love the Holiday Spirit! (I won't tag you here again, as you're tagged in the entire post anyway 😄 brilliant story)

Rising as if Weightless by StarSpray (Gen) The story of Elwing suddenly becoming the big sister/foster mom of her older brothers. This is so tender and beautiful and has so much character growth and so many bitter-sweet reunions, and above all so much depth.

A Pair of Stars by Magicfeather205 (Teen And Up) Pre-historic Elves, and the birth of future kings. That was honestly the most interesting story I read this year, with wonderful and very accurate world-building and a beautiful story (and thank you, author, I now can't get the 'Elwë and Olwë were indeed the first set of twin-boys in that family' out of my head where it fights a raging battle with my own headcanon) Also, I want this fic to be read by every single midwife (and, more importantly, other obstetrician). THAT is how you treat a birthing mom. That's how you handle unforeseen events. I loved this so so so much. It would have felt perfectly natural to have Trixie and Nurse Crane walk in there- sorry about that fandom-mixup)

As Flowers From the Sky by Beleriand Death Trip (E) Fingolfin/Elu Thingol... this is honestly a ship I would never ever have thought of myself, or seen a way in which this could work, but this story DOES work within canon, and beautifully so. It has it all, from very interesting world-building ideas to mild- (and VERY funny) horror-elements, and from foreshadowing and tensions to being wonderfully wholesome. You'll feel better after reading this, I promise!

The Unforsaken by @ceescedasticity (M, WIP) Last but definitely not least. I'll again link the first part of the series in the before-2023-part, and probably say more about it there. But yeah, absolutely a must-read! Go! Go, destroy the Orc-bank! (But don't blow yourselves up!)

One-Shots

Bloodied by ohboromir (Gen) Just a little First-Battle-story. I love to see Elu and Beleg and Mablung together so so so much (who would have thought, ey?).

Unstoppable Winds by LadyBrooke (Teen And Up) The destruction of Númenor as viewed by a few of their ancestors. I really loved this because I have never actually seen a story about the Fall of Númenor written from that POV and it did (or rather does) inspire me quite a lot in my own WIP. (I have to apologise here for not having more, I read so many great one-shots here on Tumblr that I just failed to save in some way. I may add to this list if I find the time to scroll through my timeline and see which of those I reblogged)

Before 2023

elves, once (M) by @ceescedasticity The part one of the series The Unforsaken belongs to as well. And for me the most recommendable story there is (though I would guess most who see this post will know the story already). The name says it all, really, as it is the story of all those canon-characters who ended up as Orcs. This is the sort of fic I really enjoy because it actually gives an answer to a question canon rises. The Orc-bank has since so much passed into my own headcanon that I sometimes forget that it is not actually canon (which leads to very awkward situations sometimes at our monthly discussing-Tolkien-gatherings, I tell you that)

across so wide a sea (Gen, WIP) by Adwen Unfinished, but one of the most hilarious stories I've ever read. I hope so much that author continues writing it one day, but even if they don't, it's a great laugh to read what is written, and ah, the possibilities!

The Carriage held but just Ourselves (Teen and Up) by StarSpray The story of how Melian and her descendants deal with death when they finally come to face it. I don't know when I last cried so much when reading a fic. It's not just that it's so so so sad (because yeah, go kill us all even in the one chapter that should be somewhat 'happy' 😭), but also incredibly beautiful and written perfectly in-character. It's looking into those women's minds. One of my bed-time-stories. (hmpf. All the others are multi-chapters form this year. ah well...)

My own

Yet Were Its Making Good, For This (not rated, but mature:ish; WIP) Ah, my problematic WIP. I wanted that story so so so so so badly written that I forced it, and it cost me MANY nerves. Mablung of Doriath/Elu Thingol. (How is it that nobody ever wrote that ship before?????????????) Works within canon if one squints one's eyes a bit. I'm currently working on the Epilogue ind Valinor, which might, MIGHT, for once give one of my stories a truly happy ending.

Into Oblivion (M) The smut-part of Yet Were Its Making Good, For This. Elwë/Mablung/Beleg. (Well, what do you all think they got up to during the journey?) Doesn't interfere with later canon.

Why, It Asks (Gen) It's a very short read, but one that is super dear to me for some reason. Elmo's thoughts as he stands by and watches his brother's grave being dug.

Moving On-series (Gen) Is this cheating, now? As it's really three one-shots? If it is, pick the last one to read. I'm just so fond of what my imagination spat out there world-building-wise LOL. It's the story of the time Elwë was missing to his and Melian's coronation, as mostly told from Elmo's POV.

Eyes In The Dark (Gen) I just had to put it here, as it's quite sweet to read, but given the hardly-mentioned-in-canon-characters it's hardly read by anyone. Give it a try, though. I bet you like it. Little Denethor is frightened by eyes in the dark, and runs for Lenwë for help. And Lenwë is being just about the best Dad ever.

And now we come to the bit I always dread. I suck at tagging people, because I always forget who enjoys such things and who doesn't, and because everyone's probably been already tagged. So let's do this differently, then- all writers who read this and want to share their recs, please do! (Cheating again, I know)

#2023 rec fics #ao3 #other people's great fics #my own as well #silmarillion fanfiction #um... they are almost all about doriath #I know

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whumpalicious · 5 months ago

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Hi!!!! Trying to get active again here and haven't sent anything in forever!!! So...

Any new shows you've seen? (New to you, not new as of 2024 necessarily)

Any new favorite whump scenes added to your list? (Same as above)

Any new tropes you've discovered you love?

Any oldie-but-goodie shows or tropes you've been interested in lately?

What are your three go-to tags on Ao3?

Hiiiii Shadow!! Nice to see you back!💕 These are fun okay hmm let me think.

1. I have seen maaany new shows this year. I watched the new star wars show (and liked it), I've also started two popular ones that I never really got into, Futurama and Doctor Who. Am currently watching those two and I'm enjoying them! Then there was also this fun short Norwegian drama show. And probably more that I'm forgetting😳 Watching netflix is my down-time before going to sleep hahaha.

2. Aah I can't remember the scenes but there are actually some pretty nice Fry whumpy scenes in Futurama. I will try to remember them (or of other shows) and reblog if I do. There were some whump scenes in doctor who too, but I haven't yet gotten attached enough to him to really feel it, so so far that's been kinda "meh okay 🤷🏼‍♀️" I feel like I'm missing something tho, I definitely saw some good new whump scenes in other shows and movies too but my memory is leaving me behind

3. I've gotten a bit more love for environmental whump. I did already like it, but I'm getting more into it now, there's so many possibilities there. It's fun to think about

4. Gotten back into my fullmetal alchemist brotherhood obsession, so I have been re-watching and reading lots of fics, it's pretty much a comfort show to return to hahaha. So so good. And for tropes.. I still love a lot the kidnapping/captured trope, as well as fainting and a good old fashioned beating with bruises, broken noses and the works😍😍

Oh yes edited to add: I've been writing some things for OC's of mine from a star wars game as well. Whumpy things obviously, but yeah I've returned to there in full force as well.

5 "Hurt/comfort" and "whump", obviously, but that feels like cheating so I'll count it as one. Just like "hurt [character]". Angst is a good one too that I often add. And, if I'm in the mood for it, emotional whump as well. Or alternatively, search for fics with the graphic violence warning, set to complete only and maybe add a min or max word limit, and there's a recipe for a good time lol.

What about you?? Did you discover a new favourite trope/series/character? How are you doing in general?

Thanks a lot for asking❤️❤️

#love ya #tumblr friends #whump community #i am sure to remember some scene or another at some point #i know i encountered some nice ones #lemme know how you're doing!!

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winter-is-ending · 5 months ago

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I haven’t really used this blog in years, only occasional reblogs. I haven’t been into Marvel as much as I used to. After Endgame it hasn’t been the same for me, but I’m still in the fandom. I am looking forward to Captain America Brave New World, that looks really good!

I’m not sure when or if I’ll ever get back to the Winter Series to be honest. For those of you who are still following this blog or this series still, thank you so much for your love and support! This blog got me through a lot of tough times during college and helped me make amazing friends on her and on ff.net. I loved writing for Tracey and Barry and the Winter Series so much. It was my first finished fanfic and I’m so proud of it and also not so proud of other things that I could’ve done better with. It’s definitely one of my favorites I’ve written.

I won’t be deleting this blog because I feel it deserves to stay after all this time and I can look back at the memories of it all. If anyone is still interested in my work or just want to stay in touch feel free to check out my writing and OC blog @water-writings I’m posting all my OCs and fanfics there so you might see some oldies from this blog and series.

Thank you everyone for all your support with this series again. It means so much! Not goodbye but just moving different locations in a sense. I might reblog stuff here from time to time but probably not frequently. I haven’t been on tumblr as much as I used to but I want to change that.

I’m a broken record but thank you everyone!

#I’m not sure if this was needed or not but thought I’d throw it here either way #not deleting this but archiving I guess is the correct thing to say????#come say hi on my other blog!!

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inevitably-johnlocked · 2 years ago

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Hi Steph, my Sherlock page is @sherlockwatson-holmesblog and I’ve been on a quite a long break from the fandom. I’ve been meaning to come back to this loving community for such a long time since, it has always given me peace, the ability to analyse, be kind, be hardworking etc. I’ve made friends with inspiring people, but that long break has been making me feel like an outsider looking in, an out of place pit of restlessness to be honest. The question I had was, since I have been an old fan and I’ve been seeing so many of the legendary authors and pages retiring from the Sherlock community, are there any new content creators that I could check out? Me having contributed to the community as well makes this the most special fandom I’ve ever participated in. And I’m so glad your page is still going strong, as you’ve been my go to for fan fic recommendations as well as good advice. I wish to start writing and contributing again, hope to make new friends and connect with the old ones again :)

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So happy to see you are doing alright, and welcome back <3

Oh GOSH there are SO many new lovelies around! My suggestion is to first check out my Five Fics Friday posts, as that usually has recent fics suggested to me by new authors in the fandom, as well as some oldies that I missed out on.

Secondly... Honestly, they will find YOU, I promise, LOL. They're all so sweet and eager to get their work out, and often come to me to promote their stuff, so I am hopeful that just putting this call-to-action out will encourage the new Lovelies as well as some old friends to come and contact you, and help exchange some ideas!

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stardancerluv · 2 years ago

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Christmas with Eddie and the Gang!

One Shot - Side story to Blossoming of a Shy Violet

Notes: This takes place after season four. I made this edit based on this story! The lyrics for White Christmas are in italics. I tried to do my best representing all the characters in whatever facet they appear in. I bolded some direct references to the characters.

Warning: Very fluffy! Just light angst and references to a possibility of what could happen in the Upside Down. No smut.

Thank you for reading! ❤️s, reblogs & feedback are welcome…want to be tagged? Just ask! Happy Holidays!

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

With every Christmas card I write

May your days be merry and bright…Sinatra’s voice filled your room from the cassette Eddie gave you.

You sang horribly off key with the oldies’s singer but you could careless. Tonight was Christmas Eve, and you were going to a party hosted by Steve. This would be your first ever party. You were beyond excited.

Steve had truly, been a surprise. It had all started though when he had let you and Eddie hide out at his parents’ summer home.

Midst singing you glanced at the clock, and your eyes grew. Inwardly you screamed, Eddie would be here at any moment and you still not settled on an outfit. Piles of clothes laid here and there. A few had even made you trip because, well that was one of your special talents, trip over everything, even air.

Seeing the pile presents for everyone, then tucked behind them leaning against your bed was Eddie’s present. It had been your idea. Everyone had a hand it, including Wayne and even your dad. After what happened in the Upside Down, everyone wanted Eddie to know.

Sighing with what felt like the hundredth time, you slipped on your Santa hat again. You blew an errant strand of hair out of your eyes and wiggled an eyebrow at your reflection.

“Ooo, now there’s my little Christmas minx.” Eddie’s raspy voice making you jump, you had not even heard the van.

“Eddie!” You squealed, and running over to him, he met you halfway. In your excitement and sheer happiness of him being here with you after everything you forgot.

Looking up into his warm brown eyes, your smile wavered as you felt the tremble possible flinch he may or may not having been trying to suppress. “I’m so sorry Eddie.” You whispered.

He placed a finger on you lips. “No apologies. I ran to you just like you ran to me.” He told you firmly. “I will always enjoy your enthusiasm.” He smiled and soon, he held you closer to him. “Are you ready to party with our friends?”

“Do I look alright?” You pulled back still in his arms.

He rose an eyebrow, “Give me a twirl sweetheart.” He finally let you go.

“Alright.” And you did.

He gave a low whistle. “Look amazing.” A smirk curled his lips. He gestured to his own sweater that laid under his leather jacket.

“Oh my, where did you find that? It looks just like Binx!”

Eddie chuckled, “First store I looked so I had to get it.”

“Hey you two,” Your dad’s voice broke in. “don’t have a party to attend?” He was leaning in your doorway.

You rolled your eyes smiling. “We’re getting ready.” You glanced at Eddie. “Hey can dad burrow your keys?”

“I won’t go snooping I promise.” Your dad said good naturally.

He only raised his eyebrow. “I need him to carry out the presents, I don’t want you figuring out your Christmas present.”

“Of course.” He reached into his pocket and tossed them at your dad.

He caught them and shoved then into his pocket. You quickly went to where Eddie’s present was leaning you grabbed it and gave it to your dad who quickly exited to take care of that.

“What do you two have up your sleeve?” He pulled you close.

“Nothing.” You smiled sweetly up at him.

“I doubt it. You can be awfully sneaky.” Ye nuzzled your nose with his.

“You wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He nodded. “You’re right.” He looked past you. “Those for everyone else?”

“Yup. Can you grab them and meet me out there while I put on my boots?”

“Of course.”

******

You pulled on a pair of Christmas socks, fluffed your hair and soon followed Eddie. You found him and your dad chatting.

“Alright dad, we’ll be back my twelve-thirty.”

“Just come home safe kiddo.” He glanced at Eddie. “You too buddy.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Your dad had tried to shake off him calling him sir but he knew they came from a good place with what Wayne did when raising him, so it hard to stop him.

“Merry Christmas, son.”

“Merry Christmas.” Eddie smiled.

******

It took a few blocks and neighborhoods away to get there. Eddie, had not stopped holding your hand as he drove over there. Eddie’s van filled on low volume, just enough for it to be pleasant and not overbearing was Christmas carols from the days of the big bands, like Glenn Miller and the famous old, crooners like Frank Sinatra and Bing Cosby.

A contented sigh from the two of you were in the rolling hill streets of the neighborhoods with the brighter and shiner Christmas yard directions, and bigger houses. It was like something from a movie.

“Wayne, would bundle me up and buckle my seat belt in the front seat of his old station wagon that had long since lost its ability to get warm in the winter.”

Eddie squeezed your hand, giving you a quick smiling turning onto the road that led to Steve’s house.

“Every other day,” He continued. “I’d be bouncing along in the back seat. But that night I’d be in the front seat with him. Before leaving he’d hand me large mug of hot chocolate, where several marshmallows were floating around, waiting for me to pluck them out. Which I could only start to enjoy when we arrived in the first neighborhood hood. And the radio which was the only thing that worked properly in the beat up hunk of metal, would be playing these kind of Christmas carols, he’d drive slowly around these neighborhoods so I could see all the magical decorations.”

You squeezed his hand. You loved when he shared like this. Since coming back, he shared more. It made your heart swell.

“Oh Eddie that sounds wonderful.”

“It was. Heck seeing them again. It still is.” He smiled. Finally, he pulled into Steve’s large drive way. He barely cut the engine when Dustin came running out of the house!

“Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!” He hollered.

You hopped out of Eddie’s van and glancing up at the door, you spotted Steve leaning in the doorway, Santa hat sitting askew in his still very neat hair and he waved.

“Merry Christmas!”

He called and soon, the two of you went over to where Eddie had slid open the door.

“Dustin, I won’t shake it or try and figure out what you two got me.”

Eddie gave him a sidelong glance.

“Harrington, I mean Steve will you talk to him.”

Steve chuckled. “I’ll do one better.” He reached between them and easily grabbed Eddie’s and Dustin presents.

“Now I don’t have to worry about either of you figuring out your presents.”

“Good idea.” You smiled.

Dustin kicked at a small hill of snow in front of him. “I’m not that bad.”

Eddie laid his hands on Dustin’s shoulders. “You peaked at your birthday present last year, and you always try to figure out my campaigns.

Dustin looked him over his shoulders, “That’s being strategic.”

“Really?” Eddie rose an eyebrow, smiling.

“Yes.”

“Hey guys don’t make Y/N carry everything in!” Robin called out just as you were beginning to struggle trying to grab the presents the right way.

They both chuckled and sheepishly looked your way.

Eddie looked sheepishly. “Sorry princess.”

He then grabbed some.

Dustin shrugged and mouthing a sorry then grabbed a few.

*******

You were nestled at Eddie’s side, he had an arm loosely wrapped around you waist as he debated something with Dustin and Lucus, which made Max roll her eyes. You both had staked out the fireplace not far from the fire but not too close. It was wonderfully toasty.

The tree twinkled, everyone was smiling or chuckling over something or other. Steve with the help of Nancy and Argyle put out an amazing spread of food. Namcy had made a few of the dishes particularly cute, which had first made it hard for anyone want to nibble on but in the end, knowing how good they probably were actually made them disappear fairly fast. Not, only only a few odd pieces of food remained on the large table that Steve had step up. Everyone had brought a healthy appetite.

Nancy and Robin, were in some discussion about some Robin had wanted to publish in the school’s paper. Jonathon and Will were discussing something that only concerned them. Mike had just returned from the kitchen with some waffles for Eleven. You had met your match with her, you were certain she ate more waffles then you ever tried but not by much.

He was just coming back from the kitchen with a beer for him and Eddie when you two made eye contact and nodded.

Steve, put his beer down on the coffee table. With a confidence that shone off him, while still maintaining his askew Santa hat; he took his overprotective, very babysitter vibe stance and cleared his throat.

“Hey everyone.” He waved his hands in air. “Everyone, its just after midnight let’s start exchanging presents.”

*******

Finally, you pressed a kiss to Eddie’s cheek and for once Dustin didn’t make a face. Which almost made you chuckle if what you were about to do didn’t give you the flutters.

Standing you went over and grabbed Eddie’s present, you wrapped it painstakingly to look like a very jolly Snowman. The scary one like a laundry list of tags that everyone signed.

“Eddie,” You swallowed feeling yourself wavering with emotion.

But with a quick glance, gave you a reassuring look or smile. They had all been strangers when you first arrived, now they were your family.

“Eddie.” You began again.

“Yes, sweetheart.”

He looked up at you with that silly smile that sometimes spread from one side of his face to the other. Tonight and several nights since beyond you will always be grateful to see it. Your heart skipped a beat.

“I..I..we are all glad you didn’t run but we are also glad that you fought, that you crawled and came back to us.”

You were shaking then and he immediately got up and wrapped an arm around you. And you relaxed.

“Thank you.” You whispered glancing up at up at him. He nodded.

“We all came together, even my dad and Uncle Wayne were in on this too.” You smiled, calming down. “We know part of you after-all you did was left behind in the upside down. This was something we are sad had broke and remained. But we hope with all of us being part of it, you will love and get as much enjoyment out of it as you did your other one.”

Eddie took it and gave you a soft smile, and turned to everyone. “Thank you.”

All that could be heard was the cracking of the fireplace.

He sat back down and smiled broader as he looked over the scarf. Then he finally tore into the paper and all that made up that little snowman.

He gasped and you could see the tears when he saw a newer version of his guitar. The other one had broke when he fought in the Upside Down and the one he had here had gone missing in all that had happened. So you all knew he needed a new one. But this was also covered in little scratchings of everyone leaving their name.

You pledged your love.

Dustin had made him promise to never change.

Steve had assured him that in fact he was very metal for what he did, more then Ozzy ever could be.

Robin was relieved he didn’t have rabies.

Argyle assured him he would love pineapple on his pizza.

Nancy promised that now everyone knew his story, she would cover one of his gigs at The Hideout.

Mike had assured him that possibly he would not only find new members for Hellfire but that perhaps he would DM so he could finally play.

Lucas promised to never miss another game, even if there is another championship game that and he couldn’t let his sister win.

Erica swore she would always be better then her brother and that she would love to DM.

Max reminded him that she still needed a shirt.

Jonathon gave his gratitude for helping in keeping Nancy safe.

Will told him, always to keep Christmas lights handy and that he wants to learn Morse code as well.

Eleven promised to show him some of her more low key powers.

Uncle Wayne reminded him of just how proud he was of the man he had become.

Your dad told he would never be Eddie the Banished but Eddie the Welcome for what he did to save your life.

By the time Eddie read it all, tears fell from his eyes. He wiped them away with the sleeve of his Christmas sweater. You still couldn’t believe he had found one with a black cat on it. That little black cat reminded you of the little stray the two of you found shortly after he fought and crawled his way back.

He stood. “Thank you everyone. This is so metal.” He held it high above his head.

Cheers erupted and some simply smiled at him. But you were quick to give him a hug and so was Dustin, Steve clapped him on the back but Eddie hugged him.

After the excitement of that, Steve suggested some games all of you could play and understand. You were about to announce you would be on Eddie’s team no matter what when you saw then he drifted away and was walking out the front door.

“I’ll get him.” You mouth when Dustin and Steve noticed.

“Eddie.” You called from the steps and made your way over and climbed into the van after Eddie did. “You ok, sweetheart?”

He nodded.

You placed a hand over the ring clad fingers, there were a couple of still angry red slashes from when some of those bats managed to land scratches with their claws.

“I, I never thought I was going to make it.” He finally said. His voice sounded dry and on the verge of cracking. “Those wounds on my torso, still sting and sometimes are excruciating even though they have long since healed.” His eye met yours in the light from the Christmas lights that hung across Steve’s house.

“I didn’t know it was that bad.”

He placed his other hand over yours.”

“I…can’t nor do I want to burden you with the pain that place permanently inflicted on me.” He swallowed and squeezed your hand. “It was you, your smile…your heart that helped me fight, and finally crawl to the surface.”

“Oh, Eddie..I…I..”

“It’s was ok, sweetheart just hug me.”

You did. You sighed…his scent that only his enveloped you. His body the scars thats lat across his otherwise pale or inky black tattooed body may have changed but he was still your love, your Eddie.

Sometime later, not really sure how much later but together with his arm around your waist you walked back into Steve’s house to join one of the games.

“Eddie.” Dustin whined. “Steve is making us play games like Go Fish and Uno.”

Steve glanced and Dustin and then at the two of you.

“Yeah, Eddie it is certainly his tone.”

Eddie smirked. “I told ya.”

“Hey!” Dustin snapped. “What does that mean?”

With Eddie giving you a squeeze, he and Steve shared a laugh.

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