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aeide-thea · 5 years ago

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This is a gentle request for any Geraskier fics you want to rec, because the number of them in the tag is a bit overwhelming but I KNOW there are gems in there 👀

i’m pretty sure i’ve reblogged things in the past! but it’s true that i haven’t done that in any systematic way, so—let’s see. under the cut are 20-ish recs alphabetized by author, which seemed like a good way of avoiding having to make any hierarchical declarations:

o, empathy by almostnectarine/@nectarine-pit: bodyswap! i forgot how much i loved this fic. geralt and jaskier walk a mile in each other’s shoes, and learn to appreciate each other better; this is keenly observed and thought-through, and frequently extremely funny. a thoroughgoing delight.

Jaskier pulled a face and swiveled the straps such that both swords almost fell from their scabbards at once, ruining the moment. “Geralt,” he said, “this leather itches. You’ve lived five lifetimes—” “Not that old,” said Geralt, in protest, and then, considering: “Maybe three.” “—and you never once thought, hm— oh, I see why you do that all the time, it is quite fun, isn’t it— hm, maybe I’ll add a little padding?!” His mimicry of Geralt’s tone was very good, although perhaps it was cheating, when the voice was already the same.

public displays of affection by autoschediastic/@bluesoaring: geralt and jaskier go to a sex party! (not to be confused with the other fic by sospes in which geralt and jaskier go to a sex party, which is also excellent.) if that wasn’t enough of a sell, well, you confuse me, but—the flavor of the power dynamic here is a little complex and unusual in a way i enjoyed, plus frankly the description of geralt stripped down for this party is really, uh. really A Lot. i admit to being biased in favor of sex party stories in general but this one is definitely a keeper.

to you always, also by autoschediastic/@bluesoaring: in which geralt is a demanding, insatiable bottom. ...honestly, this fic has significantly more emotional weight to it than that description might suggest, but i still stand by it. also the initial setup is just really funny to me, because jaskier getting hilariously outraged by geralt’s sheer infuriating geralt-ness is, like, my fave flavor of jaskier. (that’s a lie, every flavor of jaskier is my favorite flavor of jaskier, but i do really delight in this one.)

@blossomsinthemist’s mixing memory and desire series (wip) is basically my favorite thing ever, like, just truly perfectly crafted to please me personally. it’s h/c, and just astonishingly luxuriant and languorous and lovely—or, okay, let me actually just quote a comment i left on an early chapter:

this is just so exquisitely tender and molasses-lovely-sweet so far, my god the glimpses we get dimly through geralt’s hazy bemused perception of what jaskier’s feeling are so heart-clenchingly poignant—and then of course the glimpses of what geralt himself is feeling for jaskier without understanding it, this stunned rapt gratitude for everything jaskier is doing but also everything jaskier is, the lovely gentle sturdy solicitous gift he is & keeps making of himself to geralt, who would probably call it undeserved except that of course we can see precisely what in geralt has tugged this tenderness from jaskier, this terrible aching wounded gallantry that’s so astonished to meet with respite…

the meet death sitting (wip) series by @bomberqueen17 is my other favorite thing—much plottier than the previous, with a much wider cast of characters, and while i’m ultimately in it for the geralt/jaskier and therefore being strung along in exquisite agony while all sorts of plot things get in the way of any real resolution of that, it’s honestly worth it; what you lose in immediate gratification you gain in, like, a sense that this story inhabits a real, full world, with real events that aren’t just arranged to suit our heroes’ convenience. if i could only get you to read two things it would be this series and the previous one: between them they have my heart. anyway i guess i may as well quote myself again:

it’s the rich realistic interweaving of things that’s so remarkable here, how the absolute throat-thickening aches run abruptly up against the entirely mundane and all of it has to be coped with, because that’s life, and this story has life within it, in a realer way than probably anything else in the fandom, maybe anything else i’ve read in a long time. and of course a large part of me is so, so desperate for geralt and jaskier to finally come back together, with enough time and space to settle into a mutual secure tenderness instead of the current wordless, longing, poised-always-to-spring-away-like-deer-in-a-forest situation; but the story is coaxing me into a more adult patience, an appreciation for the smaller quieter incidental pleasures that aren’t the one subsuming great love, and then also teaching me to live with the wounds one inevitably acquired along the way, the pull and ache of those that makes the whole thing real, not a shining fantasy but a homely pie with a rich satisfying filling, savory and bolstering.

my body bruises at your touch by @brawlite: jaskier gets tied up by geralt as bait for the monster of the week, and discovers he likes it quite a bit. smut (and then aftercare) ensues.

demand an encore (wip) by emamel/@theaceace: jaskier is a witcher of the viper school, or used to be. he doesn’t remember it, but geralt does.

it’s been a while since i read this, but the way the layers slowly start fitting together is really satisfying: all the joy of what i think the kids call ‘identity porn,’ with the twist that here, it’s geralt who knows both identities, and jaskier who’s still in ignorance. ugh, i want chapter 3 now.

musica universalis by flirtygaybrit is bookverse and clearly so—it’s not romantic, but there’s a particular ambiguous flavor of solicitous tenderness that elevates this ‘friendly drunken hookup’ scenario to something memorable for me.

of cherries and dandelions by heyriel: in which a still-virginal jaskier bites off more than he can chew, and tries to disguise it until he can’t anymore. as i said to the author:

this is lovely and realistic in its navigation of, like, trying to Be Cool and the ways that can sometimes get you in trouble as a young sexplorer—geralt is so good to jaskier here and i’m having feelings about it!

also geralt uses a dildo on jaskier, which was not a thing i’d known i wanted before reading this, but it turns out i’m very decidedly here for it! i haven’t seen a ton of sex toys in geraskier fic and this story makes me wish there were more.

gentle-sharp and strange by lisztful has some excellent touch-starved pining geralt, also a performatively public bath scene with very satisfactory sexual tension, also an Ancient Tradition which is maybe the thing i remember most about this fic.

i know that you would want it (if i could sink my teeth into you) by objectlesson is... look, there’s an actual emotional arc to this story, but really what i always remember about it is that it’s got the most overwhelmingly visceral rimming scene i’ve maybe ever read? it’s a lot, it’s a gift, go read it.

@pasdecoeur has several stories that are very funny with some very piercingly erotic moments! briefly sketched in some ways and more pining than porny but no less effective for it.

benefits by @shastafirecracker is a pwp story in which jaskier is first surprised to find geralt wants him to top, and then determined to give geralt the best dicking he’s ever had. jaskier’s inner dialogue in this one is really fun; geralt’s exterior dialogue is true to the show in that it’s minimal but nonetheless includes a bad pun. :)

even a small love by shecrows/@leighway is like. you think you know how things are going to go, and then jaskier balks and it abruptly swerves sideways and develops a whole plot, and then comes back around to where it started, but deeper and better. don’t you love how you can summarize a fic without saying anything meaningful or even helpful about it? anyway: read this one.

snowmelt by silklace/@silkcoeur is a/b/o and somehow both extremely hilarious and extremely hot in full measure. the banter is a fucking delight but so are the tension/sex/feelings.

It wasn’t until they were well on the road away from town that it really hit him, though possibly he should have been paying attention to the way the backs of his knees had started sweating the minute he’d seen Geralt walking towards him outside of Yennefer’s manor, or to the way his throat had gone hot and dry despite the taste of sweetness still on the back of his teeth from the wine skin he’d pilfered from her pantry on his way out. In his defense, he’d still been recovering from spending the prior evening steadfastly spitting his insides up onto his outsides. Also, he tended to always get a little sweaty around Geralt, a fact they were both apparently extremely united in assiduously pretending was not happening.

the sevenfold path by star_flaming/@europeansdomusicalsbetter: in which jaskier is demonstrably extremely well educated, and geralt has feelings about it. (i also have feelings about it, but mine are in my pants.)

you are in my blood by @suzukiblu: au where jaskier is a bruxa. this alters his character significantly—hard to be too skittish about bloodletting when you’re a vampire!—but the story’s so engaging you probably won’t care? plus, uh, hot. :)

Jaskier’s just debating how much trouble he’s actually in when Geralt, marvelously, talks them out of it. After that, well... Jaskier still wants to eat him very badly, but he supposes it’d be a bit ungrateful of him. Geralt isn’t very impressed with the song he writes for him, unfortunately—which, rude—but doesn’t try to run off and leave him either, so.. Well, Jaskier’s a bit smitten. A delicious-smelling witcher who can talk his way out of being murdered is very impressive. And he always has wanted a pet.

taran (@iamtaran)’s manhandling without plot series has no sex but lots of violent, compellingly visceral hijinks and i like to think of it as preslash. three times geralt hauls jaskier out of trouble.

Jaskier is flat on his back with his chemise rucked up to his armpits, salve burning on his bruised ribs, breathing hard; he is drunk, but not nearly as drunk as he was when he threw that first punch; Geralt is stupidly strong and has him pinned beneath one hand and the sheer girth of his own hips, looking grumpy and short on patience, and under everything—the aromatic menthol and chamomile smell of the salve, the aching of his cheek and lip, the relief of seeing Geralt just as upright and uninjured as he had been when he left, Jaskier is… He had thought he was furious. He still is, somewhat. Like… like a seed is a flower. It was, at first, before it became something else. And given enough time it might become such again. It is what it is in the meantime, however. Fury. Seeds.

last but not least, @toyhto has a bunch of fics that crack me the fuck up: geralt is unbelievably oblivious to his own emotions even as he acts on them, and it’s just—it’s so, so funny. also sometimes quite sweet, and sometimes quite painful! there’s a particular air of, i don’t know, almost see-spot-run impenetrability to the writing here that lends itself perfectly to the thing the stories are doing, where geralt is just operating totally on a surface level and, like, feelings are moving in the deep but he can’t quite see them...

...and that’s all for now! more to come later, maybe; but this seems like plenty for a first pass, and anyway i’m blurbed out.

#the witcher #geraskier #fic #recs

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ktlsyrtis · 5 years ago

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Conflicted. That’s the only word that comes to mind when I think about tonight’s episode. Serena Campbell has left the building, and with it comes the end of a era in both the world of Holby and my life (and the lives of plenty of others).

And now I find myself here with a glass of wine and a whole mess of feelings.

The good:

Tonight’s episode was truly a gift for Serena fans. After over a year of her being reduced to beautiful set dressing and everyone else’s agony aunt, it was a pure delight to see the fiery, passionate, funny, capable powerhouse of a woman who captured my heart from the moment she declared her love of a bargain with a wink and a smile.

I was rewatching some old episodes yesterday, and to see Serena go from a surgeon who was considered by others to be a bit of a soulless paper pusher, that preferred a world of well-ordered electives and financial targets, to the woman touting the joys of thriving in chaos, and performing surgery on her office floor with a pocket knife, is something I will always treasure.

It was also so satisfying to see so many of Serena’s colleagues acknowledge her as the badass she is. Serena has always been one of the emotional backbones of the show, and that really shone in this episode.

The part that made me happiest was the ending. After everything she’s been through within the walls of Holby in the last eight years, seeing her walk out that door with her head held high and a smile on her face is honestly all I could’ve hoped for. It does my heart good to see her go into a future full of possibility.

The bad:

This is where the conflict comes in. Because there were some aspects of this episode, and Serena’s larger storyline, that are hard for me to reconcile.

To start, I hate the entire Max/Ric/NHS conflict story at its core. I hate that, once again, Serena’s story revolves around her abuse and betrayal at the hands of the institution she’s given so much of her life to. When Max fired her out of hand (no matter if it got reversed), it damn near broke my heart. And don’t get me started on Holby’s apparent belief that professional women can only be competitive backstabbers, rather than supporting each other. Max has been a deeply wasted opportunity.

Also, while I’m glad to see her leave, Holby beating Serena down to the point that she seems to be honestly considering giving up medicine? Doesn’t feel like a victory to me. It feels like just another thing she loves that’s being taken from her.

The Bernie:

You could technically file this under ‘the bad,’ but I thought it warranted a separate conversation.

Let’s start with Bernie in this episode. Because she was definitely there, in every corner. From the conversations with Alex and Cam, to the glare Serena gave Max when she sat on the edge of Bernie’s desk, Bernie was present in a way that was almost palpable. All of the scenes with Alex were just...ugh. Uncomfortable, off-putting, and infuriating are a few words that come to mind.

I actually like the idea of Serena and Alex being friends, in theory. It would make sense that they would share a strong bond and be able to connect in a way they can’t with anyone else. Shared grief will do that. But does Alex have to be so fucking creepy all the time???? And just because they’re two queer women doesn’t mean there automatically needs to be the implication of some thing romantic there. Literally no one wants that. (Quick shout out to Catherine Russell for not ever leaning into that for even a second. I’m convinced she had our backs on that one!)

The part that upset me the most was their conversation after Alex’s surgery. Watching Serena have to comfort Alex about her sadness over losing Bernie...I don’t think I have the words for how upsetting that was. Like, what kind of fucking slap in the face. She doesn’t even really get to grieve the love of her life, and now she has to hold the hand of the woman Bernie moved on with? Thanks, I hate it.

Which takes us back to the core issue, the one that irrevocably tainted the whole proceeding from the start - why on earth did it have to be like this?

I honestly don’t understand the logic behind killing off Bernie, and I doubt I ever will. I’ve tried to make my peace with it as best I can, but this episode really hammered home what nonsense it truly was. Because from a narrative perspective, it did nothing? Except to make Serena’s life that much more miserable, and to give Cam even more mommy issues. But nothing about it really impacted the plot in a way that couldn’t have been done another way.

The whole episode, all I could think of was how very easily they could’ve given us the happy ending we deserved. They didn’t even have to get them back together! Imagine if instead of the whole death plot, Cam had just occasionally mentioned all the good Bernie was doing in Africa, how it made him feel like what he’s doing is so much less important. They even could’ve had Alex show up injured, and let slip that she and Bernie are engaged. Think of the drama! And then when Serena is finally fed up with it all, and she’s standing with Ric and he asks what she’s going to do next? She just smiles That Smile™, and says she’s heading to Africa. That she’s going to try and win Bernie back.

But of course that isn’t what happened. And there’s a part of my heart that can’t get past the idea that while she may find peace, Serena is never going to be truly, fully happy.

The tl;dr:

At the end of the day, with everything that came before, I think this is the best possible ending Serena could’ve gotten, and for that I’m extremely grateful. It’s just going to take me a while to process the end of a character who’s meant so very much to me, and all they ways it could’ve been so much better than we got.

#holby meta #holby city spoilers #serena campbell: bisexual extraordinaire #berena #I have no idea if this all makes sense #I just have a lot of feelings.gif

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obsessivedilettante · 5 years ago

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20 in 10: A Drama Retrospective

Since I’ve been all quiet on the drama front this year because of life reasons, I thought it would be fun to go back and pick out 20 of the most memorable dramas of the last decade. Maybe not necessarily the best dramas or even my favorites (although some are!), but two dramas each year that were somehow notable moments in my drama-watching timeline.

2009: Gateway Drugs

Boys over Flowers (KBS)

This is not, by any stretch of the imagination, a good drama. It is not one I think I can ever really rewatch (although I will happily revisit the 2005 Japanese version, and I had a hellava fun time watching the latest Chinese version). But! It was the first kdrama I remember watching, and the first step on the slippery slope of eventually becoming a Drama Addict. I mostly remember it being crazy popular on places like mysoju (RIP), and so I checked it out due to curiosity, and the rest, as they say, is history. Or, should I say, almost paaaaradise!

You’re Beautiful (SBS)

This one I also watched because it became crazy-popular online, and curiosity got the better of me. I really didn’t know much about k-pop prior to dramas, so I had no idea until after this drama that k-pop was more about pretty people in crazy fashion, dancing in syncopation in bizarrely lit rooms, rather than playing instruments. Because it was thanks to this drama that I got my crash-course on k-pop as a phenomenon -- both the fandom side, and the crazy things that artists have to go through to claw their way into the public’s view (nevar 4get the glorious ramen dance). Since Angel was a group that played instruments, and Hongki and Yonghwa were also from groups that played instruments, I assumed that all kpop were groups that played instruments. Oh, sweet summer child...

But it did get me started on my k-pop journey, first falling in love with FT Island and CNBLUE, before falling into the rabbit hole of the other prominent groups of the day. (SNSD! The Wonder Girls! Super Junior! DBSK! SS501! Kara! 2PM! 2AM! Shinee! BEG! Epik High! U-KISS! All the debut groups, like 2NE1, MBLAQ, B2ST, 4Minute, f(x), T-ara, After School... basically 2009 was a magical year in k-pop.)

If I had just watched Boys Over Flowers, I don’t know that I would have become a Drama Addict. But You’re Beautiful pushed me closer to the edge, with the zany humor of the Hong Sisters (and the desire for a pig-bunny of my own!). It would really be Coffee Prince that would push me over the edge, but that aired in 2007 so it doesn’t count for this list. But I had to mention it anyway, because, well, it’s Coffee Prince and where my love for Handsome Oppa began.

2010: More Than Candy

The Woman Who Wants To Marry (MBC)

A lot of the dramas I watched at first had that typical “Candy” character, the poor-but-scrappy girl who would somehow be saved by the guy and become the Cinderella she never knew she wanted to be. So it was a delight when I encountered women who were not only older than high-school-age or early twenties, but in their thirties, with rich full lives! Plus, this was one of my earliest introductions to the concept of the “noona romance” (a concept that I’ve since heartily embraced, of course). I started it primarily because Kim Bum was my favorite of the Flower Boys, but I stuck with it because I fell in love with the women (and I still have a girl-crush on Bu-ki).

Harvest Villa (tvn)

This show is insane. But in the good way, the way that the writer intended, and not in the “are a bunch of monkeys typing this script?” train-wreck way. There was basically no buzz about this show, and I feel like I somehow accidentally stumbled over it, but it was love at first sight. I’ve never forgotten the late hours binging it, being so sucked into the story that I absolutely had to finish it as soon as I could, disappointed that there wasn’t more of it to enjoy when I finally finished, bleary-eyed and sleep-deprived, but satisfied.

I then later gobbled down this writer’s next drama, and her next drama, and the next, until everyone else finally realized thanks to Signal that Kim Eun-hee was as amazing a writer as I kept insisting to anyone who would listen (aka no one).

2011: To Binge or Not To Binge?

White Christmas (KBS)

I did not watch White Christmas in 2011. I actually watched it in 2013. I was always a steadfast binger, preferring to wait until the buzz about a show would sway me into spending my precious free-time watching something that would be worth my while (not that my drama choices were always good, but at least I tried to avoid the duds). I still prefer to binge, since waiting weeks for new episodes is vaguely frustrating when I want to know what happens next, right now! Plus, I’m very good at forgetting that I’m watching a show in the week-long wait for new episodes, and then just... never picking it back up again.

Despite watching White Christmas a couple years after it aired, it remains one of my favorites, and one I love to rewatch, even though I’ve already experienced whodunnit cliff-hangers and psychological rollercoasters. It became a tradition of sorts here on tumblr for a bunch of us to rewatch it over the holiday season -- alas, I haven’t joined in that tradition for the past couple of years, but I hope that somewhere in this blue hell hole that there are a loyal few keeping the tradition alive.

At least we have this drama to thank for bringing us all the model-actors that were new and clueless in White Christmas, but would later go on to be leading men in their own right. Of course, some of them haven’t exactly made the best drama choices (*cough*SungJoon*cough*), but then there are others (*cough*SooHyuk*cough*) that I’m impatiently waiting for to pick up a new drama so I can see those post-army abs.

Tree With Deep Roots (SBS)

This is the first drama that I recall live-watching. I vaguely remember regretting it at the time, since it was agony waiting for new episodes, but it was also fun to have a week to speculate and ponder the show. And what a beautiful show to ponder! This was also one of the few sageuks I actually watched, being generally intimidated by anything longer than 16-20 episodes, and my historical knowledge was a little shaky (before embracing my inner nerd and diving into mundane historical stuff just so I could better understand whatever drama I was watching at the time).

I don’t think I intended to continue live-watching shows, preferring the ease of binging at my own pace and schedule. But that was when I was still a casual, innocent addict, and not someone who would eventually make dramas a huge part of her life.

2012: The Joy of Overthinking

Gaksital (KBS)

Having had a taste of live-watching, I started to live-watch enough dramas to the point where I began to make notes about the premiere weeks. It was only a couple at a time, and binging was still my preferred way to watch, but now I was delighting in being part of the fandom, sharing in speculation each week, posting my thoughts on dramas and analyzing them to my heart’s content -- even though I knew no one except me would read my ridiculous essays.

But I started to feel more comfortable sharing my opinion with the world, interacting with fandom and not merely content to be a consumer, but gradually becoming a producer as well.

Reply 1997 (tvN)

This is it. This is when I went full-on Drama Addict. This is the tipping point from casual fan who quietly kept to herself, to becoming someone who stood on the mountain top yelling about ALL THE DRAMAS ALL THE TIME. I began to interact with other fans! To swap theories and share squee-worthy moments! I even watched episodes RAW just because of how desperate I was to know what happened, and even though the Busan accent stumped me more than once, it made me realize that my casual study of Korean was something to take seriously since I understood more than I gave myself credit for.

It was also the first time any post I made got more than a handful of notes, since I’d mostly hovered in the “less than 10 notes per post” category at the time. I was so proud of myself back then!

(This drama also notably marks the start of my Hoya obsession, which continues to this day.)

2013: Tumblr Friends (and Foes)

Flower Boy Next Door (tvN)

Having made myself comfortable on tumblr as a Drama Addict, I then discovered some other dedicated fans -- many of which I still follow to this day and who are now just a permanent part of my dash, no matter what their current interests may be -- in the FBND squad.

But I also discovered Kim Seul-gi as the Webtoon Editor (who I still love and adore and continue to use as my avatar), and her adorable romance with Dong-hoon remains one of my forever OTPs. As much as I enjoyed the drama romances, I’d never fallen so deeply for one to be so obsessed by it as I was Webtoon Editor and Dong-hoon. And tbh I still am. They’re just so adorable and pragmatic and she buys him a bag. Ugh. I love her so much, you guys.

Heirs (SBS)

Ah, yes. This hot mess.

I don’t know what possessed me to live-blog each episode. But I did. With snarky commentary and terrible screencaps. And suddenly I went from maybe 200 followers to over a 1000. That was a total shock! I met a lot of people because of that (and made some friends, as well as a few enemies who didn’t appreciate my opinion of certain characters), and ensconced myself as part of the drama-blogging crew.

It was from this that someone suggested I apply to be a minion at Dramabeans. Back then, I had a lot more free time than I do now, and I was watching a lot of dramas that Dramabeans didn’t cover, and wished they did so I could read more opinions about those shows. So I thought, “Eh, why not? It can’t hurt to submit something because the worst that would happen is I’d waste their time making them read my take on episode 10 of Let’s Eat.”

I fully expected them to turn me down. No one was more surprised than I was when I found myself agreeing to dive into the world of recapping.

2014: It Was the Best of Times, It Was the Worst of Times

Trot Lovers (KBS)

Recapping. It seems so easy when you’re reading the recaps. But actually creating them is a bitch. Hours out of my life were spent on this disaster of a trope-laden show with no plot. This was the third show I worked on for Dramabeans, and I hated it to the point where I seriously considered handing in my notice. (Immediately following up this show with the mediocre My Secret Hotel certainly didn’t help matters!)

However, it turns out that what I actually hated was being forced to watch a terrible rom-com and pretend to come up with insightful-or-at-least-neutral thoughts about it (since we were still new and couldn’t go full-on snark yet).

Misaeng (tvN)

This is what saved me. Being given the chance to immerse myself in such a unique, ponderous, thoughtful show restored my faith in dramas and the drama community. I loved spending hours on this show, soaking up all the little details, and then sharing that love with the world.

Misaeng made dramas magical again.

2015: Fight Me

Valid Love (tvN)

Realizing that I only seemed to enjoy rom-coms at arm-length, I discovered that my tastes often ran counter to the general drama-viewing public. Not all the drama-viewing public -- I’m not a “not like other fans” kind of fan -- but enough that I began to realize the whether a drama was popular or had good buzz was not necessarily the primary reason to watch it.

I began to have more faith in my own taste, based on past experiences with various writers and directors. Even if the premise (or first couple of episodes) seemed kind of weird and out-there, I at least wanted to give these artists the benefit of the doubt that I would enjoy their work, like I had previously.

So many people seemed to hate Valid Love, but I adored it. Still do (and still desperately wish Kim Do-woo would come out with a new drama -- it has been too long, writer-nim!). There were a lot of opinions about this show, even among people who seemed to enjoy it, but I vividly recall having to repeatedly insist that it wasn’t about the romance and argue that the knee-jerk infidelity-is-BAD opinions should make space for something more nuanced.

Ho-gu’s Love (tvN)

DramaFever was a pretty great site. It brought together so many drama fans and gave them a place where they could legally (and without fear of downloading random viruses) watch dramas to their heart’s content. Yes, there may have been some lingering resentment that they were the primary reason that so many amazing other sites were shut down (RIP mysoju and daebaeksubs), but dramas were more accessible than ever!

Eventually, DramaFever started to sub shows themselves and upload them weekly (instead of just using fansubs and uploading older dramas), and while they weren’t the best translations, they were at least better than machine translations from the Chinese subs. As I became more and more familiar with Korean, I found myself more likely to migrate to Viki since I liked the extra detailed translations. I could get the gist of a show without any help -- I wanted to instead delve into the nitty-gritty of the language.

But I never really hated DramaFever or felt they were particularly awful. Until they mistranslated something so terribly that it changed the entire meaning of a scene and ruined people’s perception of a drama, forcing me to continually defend the true translation.

That was the molehill I died on that day, and never again did I touch DramaFever. I feel bad that it eventually got unceremoniously shuttered. But I don’t think I’ll ever forgive them for the “condom” incident.

2016: Free Solo

Dear My Friends (tvN)

For two years I’d been happily working on one episode a week, sharing a show with someone else, until I was asked if I’d like to tackle a show by myself. I wasn’t sure how I could handle it, but I had the time in my schedule so I said, “Sure, why not?”

I was originally going to recap Another Oh Hae-young, but there was a last-minute switcheroo, and I’m so incredibly glad because this is perhaps my favorite recapping experience of all time, even more so than Misaeng. There was something so special about the luxury of having an entire show to myself, especially one with such a fantastic cast of characters and thoughtful themes. I didn’t have to try and figure out if I agreed with another person’s take -- it could all be my opinion.

Is that arrogant? Perhaps. But it was also therapeutic, as it reminded me once again how incredible and amazing dramas could be, and the privilege I had to share such an exquisite and thought-provoking drama with the rest of the world.

The Good Wife (tvN)

Surprisingly, this was what I had really wanted to recap that year, and the true reason I got Dear My Friends, since it aired just prior in the same time-slot as The Good Wife. I was desperate to have this show, willing to do anything to get it because I needed to see Jeon Do-yeon back on the small screen, to see Yoo Ji-tae smolder, to know how Korea would adapt such an ambitious show.

And I wasn’t disappointed! This is, perhaps, my favorite adaption of another work of art that I’ve seen in dramaland. It remained true to Korean sensibilities, but it also properly felt like The Good Wife. The cast was phenomenal. The costumes were exquisite. I wished I could spend more time in that world.

But I was also thankful, because without The Good Wife, I would have never have had Dear My Friends.

2017: Serial-Killers Are Cool

Voice (OCN)

I can’t remember how I got assigned to this. Maybe it was a scheduling thing. I do know that I really, really wanted it, since it would be Handsome Oppa’s first drama appearance in three years.

But it started me down a road of recapping a lot of serious and serial-killer-centric shows. Except for the times when I’d beg for a break and tackle something lighter, I was generally assigned the darker mystery shows with meaty plots, since apparently I had a knack for condensing complicated shows into something that made sense. (Also literally darker, and I eventually learned to automatically brighten every screencap I posted. You’re welcome.)

Not only did I love working on something with Handsome Oppa, I also had fun recapping the start of what would eventually become OCN’s stock-in-trade -- creepy serial killers. At the time, Voice shattered OCN’s viewer ratings (which would then be shattered again and again as more people would tune in to OCN shows). But Voice really helped put OCN on the viewership map -- as well as catapult Handsome Oppa into the public eye and lead him to a path of getting to choose whatever script he wanted to work on.

(Okay, maybe I made that last bit up, but he did begin to garner a larger following and remind everyone that just because he was gone from dramaland for so long, he hadn’t lost his acting chops -- or charisma -- or cheekbones.)

Black (OCN)

Oh, this show. It was basically my whole life while it was airing (well, the non-day-job part of my life). Each episode was over an hour long and jam-packed full of details that were pertinent to the story, and I had to somehow condense that all into 3000 words or less (I was not always, ah, successful...). It felt like I was back in recapping bootcamp, but the dial had been turned up to 11.

I’m weirdly proud of what I produced (although you’ll never get me to reread my old work). It was one of the most challenging shows to work on, but in the good way, not the Trot Lovers way.

Until the ending, that is. Sigh. That ending will live in infamy. I still, to this day, will get a few comments on the finale from people who watched it on Netflix, went searching online for an explanation of the end, and then discovered that they were not alone in being confused by the utter wtf-ery of the last twenty minutes.

2018: Fighting For My Love

Misty (JTBC)

So, Dramabeans kind of disappeared for a few months. Well, the site was still live. There were a handful of recaps. But... it basically just... stopped.

Those of us on the other side know about as you do as to why that happened. Minions are kept in the dark just as much as anybody, it seems. All we knew is that we weren’t being assigned anything and we seriously wondered if the site was going under, since adsense has become worthless these days.

But Mary and I kept talking about how much we adored Misty and were sad that we couldn’t talk about it with the world (and convince them to watch it with us), so we pleaded and begged and got the go-ahead to do a kind of chatty “open thread” which has apparently been a spring-board format for other shows. We didn’t get paid for this, and we were totally fine with that. We just wanted to provide some kind of content (while swooning over Kim Nam-joo’s pantsuits!).

Let’s Eat 3 (tvN)

This was my first real assignment after the dead period, and I once again got to do full recaps (with pay!). I started watching, thinking I’d merely tolerate the show (since I loved the first season vastly more than the second season), but it turned out to be my favorite of the three. Plus it felt fortuitous that the series I had submitted my application would be a series I’d work on four years later.

Sometimes it’s nice to spend time with a character you met years ago, to see them grow, to see how they became what they became. Drama trends (and love interests) will come and go, but Goo Dae-young’s love of food (and love of explaining the proper way to eat food) will never change. It was a really comforting drama for me to spend my summer on, and I’ll remember it fondly, even if I’m forever sad that it had to suddenly wrap-up two episodes early.

2019: Ten Years Later

Item (MBC)

This was the Trot Lovers of 2019. It was a nonsensical disaster.

I also had the added chaos of my real-life job -- one very different from the one I had when I was working on Trot Lovers -- as it began to increase exponentially in responsibilities and in stress. I reached a breaking point where I began to hate opening my computer where I’d have to spend hours attempting to explain a show that I wanted nothing to do with. I was miserable and depressed and couldn’t do it anymore. I never before asked to be taken off a show because I hated it so much, but there’s a first for everything.

Her Private Life (tvN)

I actually haven’t finished this show -- I’ve yet to watch the last two episodes. But I’m including it because, well, I didn’t finish any other show in 2019 except for Item.

As some of you may know, this has been a difficult year. It started with the unexpected stress of my job, when we suddenly lost one of our directors who passed away, and another director was let go (in a complicated situation that is ongoing, but the important thing is that it was during our busiest time when we really couldn’t afford to lose anyone), and another director left for a different job and I was basically the one to pick up all the pieces she left behind. It was exhausting and we were all past the breaking point but somehow miraculously holding it together.

I was looking forward to finally getting a much-needed vacation in September, and then, well, you all know how that went: the first night, on our layover in New Zealand before what was supposed to be three weeks in Australia, my father was taken to the hospital, and then, two days later, he passed away. Life has gotten even more chaotic and stressful and bizarre since then.

So no, I haven’t finished this drama, but it was one of the most wonderful moments of the year for me, watching this fizzy rom-com with my favorite actor, where he got to be charming and handsome and charismatic and finally kiss the girl he loves and have her love him back (and not die or be dumped, as he had been in so many dramas that had gone before). Lion Oppa was everything my heart could desire, and living in his world helped me endure the insanity that I wish I’d known would seem so much more tolerable than what would eventually befall.

Her Private Life reminded me of when I first fell in love with dramas ten years ago, when I would giggle and be delighted by the charming nonsense on screen -- of beautiful people falling in love and fighting against the obstacles between them (some more ridiculous than others, perhaps, but there are always obstacles), and ending up happily ever after. Pure escapism, of the frothiest kind.

A Drama-filled Decade

So, after ten years of dramas, what is the takeaway? What have I learned?

I suppose I’ve learned to trust my instincts and put more faith in writers and directors than actors. That analyzing dramas is fun, and it’s even more fun sharing it with others, and sometimes even more fun if you get paid to do it -- but everyone eventually reaches a breaking point. That I’m too earnest and optimistic to embrace a life of snark. That I want every drama to be good but most of them aren’t, except sometimes they are. That I’m not even sure which genres are my favorite; I just know what I don’t like.

That dramas are best as escapism, and not as work.

I don’t know how many dramas I’ll watch in 2020. I haven’t paid any attention to what’s airing, and I’m okay with that. Perhaps I’m entering a new phase in my life, or perhaps I just don’t have the capacity to escape right now.

But I am pleased to have had dramas in my life, and to have eventually made them my hobby. I’ve met a lot of amazing people and made some genuine friends through a shared love of dramas (or, at times, a shared hatred). I’m honored that all of you are still here and following me, even during this period of fandom silence.

May 2020 treat us all better, and may Kim Do-woo finally write another script.

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mxnark · 5 years ago

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mina’s animal crossing adventure on totaldrama island! (graphic cred!)

mina saved up a lot for this day. with each paycheck she received after she heard the news, she kept them in her savings for the faithful day dedicated to the new console, as well as the game that she had already preordered. so when the day finally came for her to start her island journey, she was more than prepared to get it.

when she gets the package for her console, she’s ecstatic. she opens the box hurriedly and pulls out the console before she retreats to her room to start her adventure. she didn’t want to wait for her dad to help her out with setting it up on the tv because she doesn’t want her parents to walk in as she’s playing her game. knowing her mother, she’ll probably complain about how she’s doing nothing in the house but play video games like she did when mina got new leaf.

after setting everything up, linking her nintendo account, she starts the game to be introduced to her favorite twin tanukis. to quote the most inaccurate, musical adaptation of a teenager’s high school experience that became a staple in western pop culture high school musical… this was going to be the start of something new.

she couldn’t help but be a little bummed out over the fact that she got an ugly, squirrel with ugly bangs and a unibrow as her uchi villager. but she definitely was ecstatic to see genji as her starter jock. she always did like jock villagers, even if all they did was talk about working out. she knew she’d have to warm up to hazel eventually, though. besides her, fuchsia, and cherry, she personally didn’t think all the other uchi villagers were… pretty.

the game starts off with the three tanukis and mina couldn’t help but miss her favorite blonde dog, isabelle, already. she knew the girl would show up soon, but she was perhaps the character she was most excited to see besides the other rumored new villagers for this lineup. nonetheless, she tells herself to stay patient with playing the game. if she were to time travel, she should do it later.

she looks around her island to see what her two items were before grabbing her phone to tweet it out to her followers: cherries and tulips. honestly, she would’ve preferred hyacinths or roses, but she was pretty satisfied with having cherries. they were better than pears that was for sure.

as she expected, there wasn’t that much to do on the second day. so when her mom calls her out for dinner, she quickly goes down with no arguments and no hesitation. it’s not like she’ll do that for when the next few days come. but… she does take longer as her island “totaldrama” grows.

...

she grabs her phone out to rant about her next three villagers.

“pate as my peppy villager is ok but i’d prefer someone like audie or cookie or bunnie :/ or maybe cheri bc bias LOL”

a few minutes later.

“omg pekoe as my normal villager? tea! i’m gonna put her next to genji on purpose hehe”

and minutes later after that.

“ugh broccolo as my lazy villager… i’d prefer erik or sherb over him smh”

a few days have passed since she’s started and she’s able to get not only isabelle, able’s, and her museum, but also a campsite! when she sees an announcement of how there’s a new camper on her island, she goes to the campsite tent to see a sight she had dreaded to see ever since she had gotten new leaf seven years ago.

the scream of agony she lets it rings through the house as her mom shouts at her to be quiet. she shouts back a “sorry!” before she grabs her phone to tweet about the repulsive, ugly turquoise hamster on her island that she sadly had to keep.

“i got fcking rodn-🤢 rod 🤢 r 🤢 i cant even say his name he’s so UGLY EWWW”

she adds to that tweet

“I CAN’T BELIEVE I GOT HIM… MY SMUG VILLAGER SHOULD’VE BEEN MARSHAL OR RAYMOND 😭 THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFEEE”

she watches as her mutuals clown her for the unfortunate addition to her island, to which she sulks and goes back on her game to invite him onto her island. the day after that, she goes to his plot of land and internally sobs as she sees the message:

“this spot reserved for rodney’s new home.

- nook inc.”

...

with two more spots left (the 7th being taken by murphy and 8th being taken by dom), she uses her one recently purchased nook mile ticket to go on a mystery island. all she had in mind was someone who she would think was cute and someone who was snooty. so when she goes on an island to see pink and blue bear cub ears in the distance, she stops and thinks to herself…. no… this can’t be.

again, she goes on her twitter to tweet her excitement.

“BITCH MY LUCK GOT ME AGAIN… FIRST DOM… AND NOW JUDY?!?!?!? THE BEAR W THE ANIME EYES AND THE PRETTY COLORS?!?!?!?”

“I WAS SO UPSET W RODNEY BUT HERE IS THIS QUEEN… OMG… MY LUCK… MY POWER.”

she puts her phone away as she makes her villager go up to the bear cub.

“well there’s a fresh face,” starts judy’s dialogue (in animal crossing language, of course). “are visiting from another island as well?”

click.

she displays the laugh reaction. “of course you are. well, my friends call me judy. and you are?”

click.

“mina! all the way from totaldrama, even! isn’t that fascinating.”

mina finds herself whispering to herself. “she’s so cute-”

“mina! come down for dinner!”

mina calls out to her mom. “give me five minutes! i’m doing something!”

“are you playing your video game?!”

“yes! but i’m almost done!! just give me five minutes!”

she looks back at her screen before she hits her a button again, her index finger pressing down on the r button at the top of her joycon so that the dialogue goes faster.

“well, we may only be here a short time, but i do hope we get to know each other better,” judy continues before mina clicks again. “you don’t know this about me yet, but i am ALWAYS down to dish, darling.”

and that ends the dialogue, but mina was not quite done yet. she makes her orange-haired villager go back to talk to judy again.

“spending time on an island like this is so relaxing. i feel like a movie star… off on on an exotic vacation!” glee reaction. “ah yes, i could easily spend the rest of my days basking in this sort of island life, myohmy.”

myohmy. the catchphrase is endearing to her. when she clicks on a, she doesn’t have time to think before her thumb presses for the “come to my island” response.

“what? are you quite serious?” judy asks, a little surprised. “if i remember right, you said you’re… from totaldrama?” thought reaction. “it would be quite the adventure… and, of course, you would be there…” and a happy reaction follows right after as she says “that settles it, then! i’ll move to totaldrama and start a new life there, myohmy.”

mina grins widely as she clicks a again and clicks on the option “best decision ever.”

glee reaction. “wonderful!” she sings. “i will start preparing to move right away!” thought reaction. “but… how to proceed, i wonder?” click. “ah, a simple call to this tom nook fellow from totaldrama should suffice?” she smiles. “that i can do.”

“mina!”

“give me a few more minutes!” she calls out before she clicks again.

judy uses the joy reaction. “i’m so glad i came here today!” then the exclamation reaction, to which mina snickers at the way judy’s anime eyes shrink just like an anime character’s. “who knew this one trip would change my everything?! life is funny like that.” her eyes return to normal as she uses the love reaction, a heart popping up above her head as she speaks. “sometimes it hands you a present out of the blue!”

and before mina can click on her save button as she finishes her conversation with the cub, all she can think is yes. life can hand someone a present out of the blue. and for her, that present… is judy.

#wc: 1411 ... i think #( * solo )#i had nothing else to post for stamina plus i thought tihs would be fun JFIWEOFJOI

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melodiouswhite · 6 years ago

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Stop shaming the victim!

I’ve been stumbling over some victim shaming posts lately and they make my blood boil. I will be talking about victims in literature that are being shamed, because if we talked about real life people, we’d be here all day.

1. Cinderella (Cinderella, traditional): I’ve heard a lot of stuff about Cinderella being weak and stupid. Yeah, I’m not making this up. They say that she is weak, because she doesn’t fight back or run away.

Guys … can you stop for a bit to consider her actual situation? Let’s talk about the Disney version here, because that’s probably the one you know best. First off, her parents are both dead, when her stepmother and stepsisters begin to abuse her and she’s still a little girl. So she has never learned how to defend herself. And then she has no one to protect her. Remember, she is a child in the prologue and an adult in the beginning of the movie. During those years, she has been humiliated, bullied and abused. At the first sign of rebellion, she is showered with more slave work than she already has. Cinderella doesn’t fight back or even run away, because she can’t! She has nowhere to run, nowhere to turn to and the only friends she has are the animals in the house! It’s a miracle she doesn’t go bonkers from all the bullshit she’s put through! She remains a kind and sensible girl. Despite all the mistreatment, she remains friendly and never holds any ill will against her tormentors. And that is not weakness. That is strength. And when she really wants something, she does speak up for herself. You know, when she asks to come along to the ball and reminds them that ALL single girls have been ordered to come and she IS a daughter of the house. Also, just a friendly reminder, this tale stems from times when women had nothing to say in their own matters.

So stop calling her a doormat and other bullshit like that.

2. Elizabeth Lavenza (Frankenstein, Mary Shelley): Yeah, there are actually people out there shaming poor Elizabeth. Why?! Why, goddammit?! She literally did nothing to deserve it! Some people complain, that she gets into the way of their yaoi. WHAT THE HECKITY HECK?! Why would anyone hate or shame a character, just because they ship their bf with someone else? That’s ridiculous! Also, she doesn’t deserve to be hated to begin with.

First off, Elizabeth is an Italian orphan, who got adopted by a wealthy family that in turn fell into poverty. Then the Frankensteins adopt her, not out of compassion or even pity, but because she’s pretty (I’m not making this up, read the novel) and because they think that she and Victor would totally make a cute couple (because that’s totally not creepy at all). So they grow up as siblings, even though they call each other “cousin” and are supposed to marry, when they’re old enough. If you think this is coercive, it’s because it is. The novel plays in the 18th century, when women had very few rights and the head of their family (usually father or husband) decides everything for them, usually without even consulting them first. So no one cares about how Elizabeth truly feels. It’s likely that she sees Victor only as a brother. It’s also clear, that she looks towards her wedding to him with mixed feelings. Of course the events of the book don’t help at all. She starts out as a cheerful, sweet girl, who believes in the good of the world. That faith is torn to shreds throughout the book: little William gets murdered, Justine gets framed and hanged for the crime (despite being innocent), Henry Clerval also gets murdered and all the while Victor is acting strangely, like he knows something, but he won’t tell her what the matter is. And then, on her wedding night, he leaves her alone and then suddenly, this giant, monstrous-looking guy is in her room and that’s the last thing she sees, before he strangles her to death and she doesn’t know why.

In conclusion: Elizabeth, just like Henry Clerval, is a cinnamon roll, who deserved better.

3. Sibyl Vane (The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde): Ugh, I fucking hate it, when a female character is shamed for not being a badass or simply a tough and independent woman. Sure, it’s desirable for us women to be strong and independent, but there is nothing wrong with being silly, innocent and pure! If you have a problem with that, DID YOU EVEN ACTUALLY READ THE FUCKING NOVEL?! Ugh! Now, there is a reason for Sibyl to be the sweet ingenue she is. Several ones, actually, and they’re good ones too.

First off, she’s barely seventeen, an actress and the daughter of an actress. The theatre is all she knows. And she knows that, she says so to Dorian, when he confronts her after her last, disastrous performance: “Before I knew you, acting was the one reality of my life. It was only in the theatre that I lived. I thought that it was all true. I was Rosalind one night, and Portia the other. The joy of Beatrice was my joy, and the sorrows of Cordelia were mine also. I believed in everything. The common people who acted with me seemed to me to be godlike. The painted scenes were my world. I knew nothing but shadows, and I thought them real.”

See that? She was raised in a fake world and thought it was real, because no one taught her about the outside world. Her mother obviously not, because she profited from her daughter’s innocence and her brother probably not, because he wanted to protect said innocence, like every protective brother. She’s a sheltered child, but that’s okay, because she's seventeen in Victorian London, where would have been expected to be nothing but innocent and sweet, and because she doesn’t know any better.

Then there is her suicide. She poisons herself, after Dorian brutally rejects her and I’m pretty sure that she doesn’t just do it out of heartbreak. She does it out of anger as well. She does it in a way that lets Dorian know that it’s his fault. Remember, Sibyl is an actress, so of course she would end her inner agony in the most dramatic way she knows, while also having a small, subtle revenge on the man, who broke her heart. I mean, a lot of girls get their heart broken, but most guys aren’t as brutal with it as Dorian is (especially, since this is the first time she experienced real emotion).

Have more respect and compassion for this little girl.

That’s all for now. I will add more characters, as I finish reading more classic literature. See ya.

#classic literature #fairy tales #cinderella #frankenstein #elizabeth lavenza #the picture of dorian gray #sibyl vane #more will be added #i just need to finish reading more novels #stop shaming the victim #seriously #you can't expect all women to be kickass bitches #it's just not realistic #or fair for that matter

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tiny-smallest · 6 years ago

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the language of flowers

Rating: T Characters: Sammy, Susie, Susie-Alice/Malice, Henry Warnings: dead people, but nothing out of the pale for what was seen in-game Description: On a wall in the studio, a poem is scrawled. There are lots of poems scrawled on the walls, and they all have a story-- pieces of a fractured mind, coming together for brief moments in flashes of memories stolen from him, in flashes of other memories he shouldn’t have to bear the burden of.

He’ll forget these things as soon as his poem is written, but for now...

Also on AO3!

I had a burst of poetic inspiration and decided I wanted to incorporate that poem into an actual one-shot, so enjoy this collection of memories. Yes, it’s part of an au, but that doesn’t have any bearing on the content here.

SUNFLOWERS, DAISIES

"Delivery for you, Miss Campbell!”

“Thanks, Wally, but I told you, Susie’s just fine,” she said with a smile, accepting the vase of flowers with a look that quickly turned curious. As Wally tipped his hat and left the room, she grabbed for the tag, face turning sour. “Ugh...”

“Mmm? Don’t tell me there’s a bug on it?” Sammy said, turning the rest of the way around in his chair to look. One hand went for the nearby fly swatter. He hoped it wasn’t a bee.

“No, no- it’s- just-” She sighed, setting the vase down. Sammy’s hand retreated from where it was groping for the fly swatter. “It’s probably a little rude of me, but I just- I did tell him I prefer sunflowers...”

“Sunflowers?” Sammy looked from the roses, the sight of which made his chest clench, to Susie. “Him?”

“An old flame. Few days ago he asked me out for coffee, talked about maybe getting back together.” She pursed her lips at the vase, folding her arms and looking down at it as if not quite sure what to make of it. “I broke up with him because- he’s nice enough, but he just doesn’t listen! I was hoping maybe he’d worked on that but... I mean I did tell him every Valentine’s Day we were together that I liked sunflowers and daisies best and he still got me roses and he’s still doing that.”

Sammy rested his chin against his hand. “Oh, he’s that kind of person who you talk to but nothing sticks.”

“Exactly- well, maybe not exactly, because it’s not even like he’s forgetful? He remembers things just fine, usually. It’s more like...” She gestured, seeking to pull the words she needed from the air. “When I broke up with him I asked him a number of questions about me. You know, my favorite flower, my favorite smell, how I like my coffee, favorite movie, favorite animal... little things like that? He only got a single one right!”

“So it’s more like he just didn’t care about you.”

“Yeah, that’s the impression I got.” She shook her head. “Well, if he thinks I’m going to settle for just plain ‘nice,’ he has another thing coming. Nice is a bare minimum requirement. You have to try harder than that!”

“And you deserve someone trying harder than that,” Sammy said quietly. When she turned to look at him, he blinked, face growing a bit warm. “Anyone does. I don’t pretend to know much about this love thing, but I’m pretty sure caring about one another’s favorite interests is just a given.”

“Exactly.” She went to move the vase, then stopped with a sigh. “Poor things; they didn’t ask to be sent by a no-try nice-guy. I’ll leave them until they wilt on their own. It’d be a shame to just chuck them.”

“Why not give them to Norman?” Sammy said suddenly, and Susie looked at him in confusion. “Norman’s husband loves roses,” he explained. “I heard him mention that once, around Valentine’s. Take off the tag and maybe charge him a bit of money if his pride demands it, and the roses go to someone who actually likes them, they’ll be out of your hands, and you won’t have to be the one trying to carefully transport them home. Or leaving them in my office. Easy.”

“Gooooood idea.” She smiled, picking the vase up. “Thanks, Sammy!”

“Of course,” he answered, turning back around in his desk as he returned to his music. Thump thump thump, went his heart.

“It was nothing.”

BABY’S BREATH

Sammy shifted his grip on the precious package, hesitating outside the theater. One hand reached for the doorknob, gripped it tightly, then let go.

God damn it. Pull yourself together, Lawrence.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. He grabbed the knob again and turned it, entering the room.

It was dark, as he’d left it, Susie sitting with a rigid back in a seat at the very front. Little sniffles filled the room and Sammy felt his stomach clench a little even though he knew they were joyful tears.

Calm down. He was about to make her cry more, anyway, so there was no point in letting himself get all flustered by the sounds of her stifled weeping. He cleared his throat and walked over, pivoting on his heel once he reached her to stand in front of her. She looked up at him with a wide, teary smile that turned into a look of confusion when she spied what lay in his arms.

He held it out to her.

“Congratulations.” He smirked. “Told you that you’d knock it out of the park.”

“Oh- Sammy!” She accepted the bouquet from him with a watery laugh. “Oh Sammy, you shouldn’t have!”

“Of course I should have. You did amazingly. Incredibly.” He folded his hands behind his back, willing himself not to duck his head. “Everyone’s going to love Alice, and you’re the one who brought her to life.”

“You even got me my favorites,” she laughed, rubbing a fist into one eye as she glanced down again at the sunflowers and daises so carefully arranged in their paper wrapping.

“Of course. Presents shouldn’t be half-assed! You said those were your favorites.”

“I did.” She smiled at him, the bubbly surprise melting into something softer, sweeter. “... You know, you really are sweeter than sugar underneath all that grouchiness.”

His face flushed hot and all thoughts whited out as she leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

His head filled with cotton, staring at her as she leaned back, able to count most of the teardrops on her long lashes, the lashes that framed those eyes, those eyes-!

She smiled at him again.

“Now let’s go find water for them.”

He nodded, dumbly, stumbling along with her in a daze as she took his hand and pulled him from the room.

So this is what it’s like to float on cloud nine, he thought. I hope I never come down.

HEAVENLY VOICE

The pipes sang, the wood creaked, the ink dripped. Try as he might, the wood protested hideously wherever he stepped. This was a particularly bad area, apparently.

Music.

He halted, tilting his head for a moment before looking up.

Humming floated around the room like dust motes in sunlight, interrupting the steady stream of tinkling song that he always heard calling to him in the Ink.

It called to him. Not the same way the Ink did, but it did. It called, tugged, and the empty hole in his heart responded. A deep, aching longing, a need, filled the core of his being right to the brim.

Suddenly his chest seized and he gasped, fingers clenching against the inky shell, beneath which was his heart.

No. No, this was not the only world he’d ever known. There was once something else, something else besides just a body that didn’t hurt, didn’t look wrong- there was once light and- and- joy! Safety! And-

Oh no, no no-! As soon as the images burst before his mind they were fading, and-

No, he had to do something to stop it! He had to! He couldn’t forget again-!

The humming grew in pitch and his head ached, the ache suddenly spiking into sheer agony. The world went sideways for a moment as he pitched into a wall, staggering into it.

The agony lifted, leaving him breathing heavily, leaning into the wall.

Ah... what was he so upset about again? He blinked.

Humming.

That voice. Wasn’t he thinking about that a moment ago? He struggled to recall. Yes, he was, wasn’t he? What was he thinking about? He tugged absently on his hair, wincing as a small chunk of it gave easily under his hand. He let the inky hair fall to the ground. Something about the humming...

The creature- the angel! It was an angel, singing. Did the Ink tell him that? He wasn’t sure, but the word ‘angel’ remained burned into his mind in lines of fire and longing.

He needed to go find her.

“Forgive me, my Lord,” he said aloud in a whisper, casting an apologetic glance at the whispering, singing pipes that would surely lead him back to his god if he followed their song. It always did, after all, even if in a roundabout way. “But I need to seek this out first...”

YOU BRING DEATH

The voice was closer now. He was closer!

Tired though he was, the sound put a pep in his step. That beautiful voice, that sound like rang like church bells...

He was so close now. Almost there.

The hallway ended in a door and he tugged it open, noting the pentagram on the wall directly next to where the door opened. The mark of his Lord, by which all things in the Well could return.

As grateful as he was for that gift, he hoped he’d never have to use it. But that shouldn’t be a problem.

The humming stopped for a few moments and his heart dropped, only soothed when it began again. He closed his eyes, allowing himself a moment of indulgence, before shaking it off and stepping forward again, one hand adjusting the old rope that kept the banjo on his back secured.

He was going to find the angel, and... something was going to happen. His heart swelled. Something great was going to happen.

He hopped down the steps and across the room, and up the ones that led to a pair of metal doors that were open. A quick glance upwards made him pause and squint.

SHE’S QUITE A GAL!

Yes, she is.

As soon as he thought it, it was gone. A quiet noise left him, and he looked down and back to the doors, slipping through.

The hallway beyond wasn’t very long and had a couple kinks in it, but at the end, a light from above illuminated a long-haired woman, her back to him, humming.

His heart was pounding now. And... his face ached?

Oh. Because he was smiling.

She moved about, working on something, clearly. He stepped forward. “H-hello! I was wondering if- if I could- maybe- play for you...?”

She turned around and, at the same time, he caught sight of what else was in the room

Corpses.

Piles... and piles... of...

The world came to a halt, discordant screeching in the back of his head, a broken halo bobbing as she stepped forward.

There were no more thoughts.

He ran.

SUNFLOWERS, DAISIES BABY’S BREATH HEAVENLY VOICE YOU BRING DEATH

Calloused fingers traced the letters, Henry’s face tugging down in a frown.

He was used to seeing less than uplifting stuff written on the walls. You really didn’t get much more down than “WHO’S LAUGHING NOW” on the wall of a room where the corpse of your dead child lay on display.

Runner ups included such lovely phrases like “I DON’T WANT TO WORK HERE ANYMORE” along with a handprint that dragged down the wall and “THE SHEEP WILL COME TO SLAUGHTER”. Another honorable mention to “DOWN HERE, WE’RE ALL SINNERS.”

Oh, and “I STILL REMEMBER MY NAME.” Two smeared handprints. God. Just remembering that made him sick all over again. He found that in one of the Lost Ones’ safehouse and threw up, again.

He was getting used to repeatedly feeling sick.

But what he wasn’t used to were poems. He’d seen a few, scattered around--and he’d never forget the first one, located in Sammy’s sanctuary.

And, speaking of which, he had a good idea who wrote this one. Sammy did so love his poems. “A song is poetry with music,” he once said, and Henry never forgot that. Anytime he saw a poem, he remembered.

As he was remembering now.

Sammy wrote this. He was almost certain. But what was in his head when he wrote it?

Well... he’d say that only a god would know that, but Henry had long been sure there probably wasn’t one.

He reached for a nearby bucket of ink and a brush, and began to draw. After a few minutes he stopped, put the things down, and stared at it for a few minutes as if standing at a grave before walking away.

A drawing of single flower now lay beneath the poem.

#bendy and the ink machine #sammy lawrence #susie campbell #henry stein #batim henry #batim sammy #batim susie #batim susie campbell #batim sammy lawrence #my writing #strike up the band au

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imaginetonyandbucky · 8 years ago

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Prompt 1: Werewolf Bucky is new to the Avengers. Instead of attaching himself to Steve he follows Tony, who happens to be an incubus. Tony thinks all the possessive displays of affection are absolute adorable and cant get enough of Bucky cuddling him, covering him in Buckys scent via puppy kisses, laying on top of him. The others think it's cute too. Until it doesn't stop after a few weeks and they think Tony mojo'd Bucky with his powers of seduction. Cue Protective!Bucky and hurt-but-hides-it Tony

Prompt 2: Can I please have some more asexual Tony? (There is always a lack of fics for ace characters :(()

Tony wasn’t sure what he had done to earn Bucky’s friendship, but whatever it was he would do it a thousands times over if it meant having Bucky by his side.

When Steve and Sam had brought Bucky home to the tower, Bucky had been quiet and morose with moments of anger and violence peppered in between—often triggered by a memory of Hydra. Everyone had thought Bucky would turn into a raging monster when the full moon came and his more animalistic side would be out. It had been a shock to everyone when Bucky had taken werewolf form and instead of lashing out he lay on the ground and whimpered throughout most of the night.

Everyone’s attitude toward Bucky had changed after that. Steve’s need to protect and defend Bucky had doubled, and everyone handled Bucky like glass.

It became annoying real quick, which was why one day Tony marched into the communal space, went up to Bucky, and slapped a wrench into his hand. “I need an assistant today. You’ve been chosen.”

Bucky had been perplexed, but had followed Tony.

Tony doubted that moment was the one that had garnered him Bucky’s friendship; however, it had been a launching point. Whenever Tony saw that Bucky was being coddled he’d demand Bucky help him in the lab or workshop. More often than not, Tony had Bucky mostly hold heavy and/or large items in place while Tony and the bots did more of the technical stuff. If Bucky asked, Tony would slow down and explain what he was doing as he built his contraptions. Bucky seemed to take joy in those exchanges, even if he didn’t say much.

Maybe that was why when he saw Steve, Natasha, and Vision were holding back with Bucky when it came to sparring as well Tony had volunteered himself as a sparring partner.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Bucky had said.

Tony rolled his eyes and patted Bucky on the bicep. “Listen, sad-pup, you’re not going to hurt me. Even if you tried, my armor would blast through the wall and you’d get your ass handed to you. Besides, I need the practice.” Tony batted his eyelashes at Bucky. “You wouldn’t want to see me get hurt in a real battle against someone with super strength in the unlikely scenario that my armor malfunctions, would you?”

A spark of irritation lit Bucky’s eyes, and Tony could sense the internal growl Bucky shoved down. “No.”

They’d become sparring partners then.

They had already become friends before that though.

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Tony scrolled through his call list, feeling miserable and hungry. He wished a large cheese burger was the solution to his problems, but unfortunately, the type of nutrients he needed didn’t come from McDonalds, unless he was planning to snack on a cashier.

Tony groaned and sat up in bed. His sheet dropped down to his lap. He hissed. His skin felt sensitive. He couldn’t even wear clothes without feeling like he was being static shocked. He knew he should have had sex three days ago, but it had just been so unappealing. The idea of touching another body right then just seemed too much. Plus, he really didn’t want to deal with all the trouble that came with sex. It was such a hassle; albeit, sometimes fun, but not an exercise he felt compelled to perform.

Now he needed it. Sometimes he loathed being an incubus.

Tony sighed and dropped his phone. “FRIDAY, how much longer can I put off this stupid sex thing before I’m in absolute physical agony?”

“By my calculations, you have roughly three hours, boss. I would also like to point out that you are fifteen minutes late to your sparring session with Sergeant Barnes. He is currently headed to your floor. Should I impeded him?”

Tony grumbled. He hugged his pillow to his chest, grimacing as it pulled against his skin.

He needed a distraction. “Let him in.”

“Understood.”

A minute later, Bucky knocked on his bedroom door and Tony hollered for him to come in.

Bucky’s eyes swept across Tony and his rumpled bed. His expression hardened as he processed the situation.

Tony beamed at Bucky. He kicked his legs up and in the air and cupped his chin. “Hi wolf-babe. You mad at me for missing sparring?”

Bucky walked toward the bed. He nodded at it. “May I?”

Tony huffed at Bucky’s wolf sensibilities (Bucky may deny having them, but Tony knew they existed). He patted the spot next to him on the mattress.

Bucky sat. His eyes roved over Tony’s back before meeting Tony’s gaze. “You don’t look sick.”

“I am.” Tony decided to have some fun and let some of his true appearance leak out over the human facade he wore. His eyes were a mix of oranges and yellows with slitted pupils. Gray, ridged horns sprouted from the top of his head and curled. He smirked at Bucky. “My more primal side is out, and it has made me extra sensitive.” Tony tucked his inhuman features back behind his human disguise and exhaled blithely. “It makes me want to vomit.”

Bucky’s brow pinched. It was a few seconds more before he asked, “Am I understanding this right? Are you saying you’re horny and want to vomit?”

Tony tapped the side of his head where his horns were when not hidden. “Technically, always horny.” He sighed and slouched so he face was burrowed in his folded arms. “But no, I’m not horny. I just need to eat. I’m sure once I start the process I’ll be fine, but it’s finding the motivation to have sex that is the problem.”

“You don’t want sex?” Bucky asked. Bucky’s face scrunched, a sign that he was puzzling through what he’d known about Tony and what he had just learned. He was most likely having trouble with the juxtaposition or a playboy/incubus not wanting sex.

It wasn’t the first time someone had such a reaction to Tony’s revelation. It was frustrating, but Tony kept his aggravation at bay. Bucky’s curiosity and confusion didn’t come from a place of callousness, and the poor guy had been brainwashed for seventy years. If there was anyone Tony could give a break to when it came to understanding the multitude of sexualities that—even to this day—struggled to be recognized and understood, it was Bucky.

“Sex is good. I just...ugh.” Tony made vague hand-gestures. “I’d compare it to working out, but I’m not sure you would get the analogy.”

Bucky pulled up his legs and sat cross-legged. He put his full attention on Tony. “Try me.”

The challenge that lit Bucky’s eyes delighted Tony, but he kept the emotion hidden from Bucky. There had been quite a few people before Bucky who had been determined to understand Tony’s sexuality, but the only ones who had ever succeeded had been Rhodey and Pepper. Even Happy still flubbed every now and then when it came to Tony.

“Fine. Think of one of those days when you dread doing exercise; simply hate it. You know you need to exercise though because of your health. Hell, you even enjoy it once you get started, but getting started is the hardest part. All you can think about is how much you’re going to sweat. How sore you’ll be afterwards. The stench. Being so out of breath your lungs burn, and no matter how much water you drink you feel like you’re dying of thirst.”

“You really hate exercising.” The corner of Bucky’s mouth twitched upward.

Tony swatted Bucky’s knee, happily accepting the sharp tingle the action caused. “I’m trying to make a point. Forgive the exaggeration.”

“Maybe next time you should compare it to doing chores? Beneficial, but no one’s in a rush to do them. Although it probably is not as sweaty, unless you’re cleaning the whole house.” Bucky wrinkled his nose.

Tony mulled over the suggestion for a second before realization struck him like lightning.

Bucky had understood him, or at the very least had some understanding of what Tony felt. Tony just about purred in satisfaction. “Yeah, but who enjoys chores while doing them?” Tony huffed, feigning nonchalance, but inside his heart was fluttering within his ribcage and his stomach was roiling with happiness and excitement.

“Some people like to do chore,” Bucky defended his metaphor. “I don’t, but someone out there does.”

“Just like how you enjoy exercise, you heathen,” Tony said.

Bucky shrugged. “Sometimes. I have my days too. Is that where the analogy falls apart? ‘Cause, I might be misunderstanding, but I don’t think what you’re describing to me is the same thing where some days I just don’t feel like having sex for whatever reason.”

“It is different,” Tony conceded. “I don’t experience sexual attraction. I have a libido and I can enjoy sex, but it’s not what draws me to a person.” He glared down at his phone, knowing that if he were to wake it up from sleep mode it would display his call list. “So it makes it very difficult to pick a partner just for the sole purpose of sex.”

“Fuck. That sucks.” Bucky grumbled in his throat. His fingers played with the tips of Tony’s hair, sending a shudder up Tony’s spine. “Sorry, Tones. Is there anything I can do to help?”

A traitorous thought entered Tony’s head. The image of kissing Bucky suddenly made the idea of having sex not so strenuous. If it was Bucky then it would be more like a game; he could see himself having fun. He could picture himself babbling about something he did in the lab that day and Bucky commenting back or even just peppering Tony with kisses while he listened.

It was a nice image.

“Damn.” Tony flopped his head on his bed. He talked into his mattress. “See, now you I could bang.”

Tony felt Bucky sit up straighter. “What?”

Tony lifted his head. “Oh, don’t be like that. You know you're gorgeous. Plus, for a werewolf, you’re more like a stuffed plushie. You’re the essence of adorableness trying to look tough and fierce.”

“I think I’m pretty fierce.”

“Puff pastry.”

“Am I a toy or food? Get your analogies straight.” Bucky playfully whacked Tony on the leg.

Tony cringed and hissed.

Bucky reared back.

“I’m all right.” Tony drew in a sharp breath. “Sensitive, remember? Won’t go away until I have sex.” Tony nodded at his phone on the bed. “Was trying to call someone before you showed up, but I just couldn’t find anyone appealing.”

“I’m sorry.” Bucky bowed his head remorsefully.

Tony chuckled softly. He leaned his head so his temple rested on Bucky’s knee. The contact stung at first then calmed to a nice pressure. “It’s all right.”

A beat of silence passed before Bucky spoke. “I’d be willing, but you’d have to know something first, Tony.”

Tony tensed in surprise. He hadn’t considered Bucky an option at all. Yes, it would be nice to have Bucky be his partner, but he hadn’t actually considered it possible. A part of him wondered if he’d slipped into a fever dream. Bucky would certainly be one of the most convenient people to have sex with.

“I have feelings for you, Tony,” Bucky stated. “And if we do this they are not going to go away, and… damn it, okay, I’ll admit it. Being a werewolf does affect my personality.” Pink dusted Bucky’s cheeks.

“I knew werewolf sensibilities existed,” Tony stage whispered.

“I’d flick your ear for that if it wouldn’t cause you pain.” Bucky sighed. “But yes, you were right about that. Just not in all the ways you think. If we do this, I’m going to want to touch you constantly—not in a sexual manner though. I mean—I wouldn’t be opposed to sex. Wait! No that I came out wrong too.” Bucky groaned in frustration. “I’m available for sex?”

Bucky’s face turned bright red, and Tony bit his bottom lip to keep from cackling at Bucky.

Bucky sighed in surrender. “Fine. Just know I would never force you to do anything you don’t want to do. What I was trying to say is that I will want to hug and kiss you. I’d also like to hold your hand cuddle. I’m also going to want to mark you up with hickeys and scent you whenever I can.”

“You don’t mean pee on me, right?”

“Tony, be serious!”

“I am.” Tony pushed himself up so he was facing Bucky. “I’m not a fan of watersports.”

Bucky let out a frustrated breath through his nostrils and looked away.

Tony sighed and slowly leaned in to kiss Bucky on the cheek; he wanted to give Bucky plenty of time to retreat if he prefered to not be kissed.

Bucky didn’t pull away though.

A knot that had formed in Tony’s chest released and Tony breathed a sigh of relief. The chaste kiss had been electric with a painful edge; Tony would happily do it again.

“Maybe it’s better if I help you pick out a partner for today? I don’t want to pressure you into anything with me just because I-”

Tony pressed his fingertip to Bucky’s lips. “My dear, just shut up and fuck me, or let me fuck you. I really don’t care which. I’m sex neutral, not anti-physical affection or whatever term you wish to use. Also, all of that sounds pretty amazing to me. The only person who cuddles me now is Rhodey. I love him, but he’s just one man. I need many more cuddles and hugs. I’m touch starved, you know?”

Bucky frowned. “Are you serious about being touch starved?”

Tony shrugged. “Maybe a little.”

Bucky growled.

Laughter burst from Tony. “You really are just the most adorable thing.”

Bucky gently cupped the back of Tony’s head and pulled Tony in close. “I’m going to hug and kiss you so much, you’re going to be sick of it by the end of the week.”

“Oh?” Tony quirked an eyebrow then kissed the corner of Bucky’s mouth. “I’ll accept your challenge once you feed me.” He drifted his lips down to where Bucky’s jaw and neck met and kissed Bucky there. He smirked as Bucky sucked in a quick breath. “Sound good?”

There was a hint of growl in Bucky’s voice as he answered, “Sounds fantastic.”

Bucky had made good on his promise to cover Tony in hickeys, Tony noted as he stared at his distorted reflection in the fridge door as he waited for his coffee to finish brewing. He felt wonderfully full after the other day’s activities and already had plans for how he was going to spend the rest of the day improving his armor as well as work on new products for SI.

Tony startled as two arms wrapped around his waist—one flesh and one metal. Bucky grumbled as his lips latched onto the nape of Tony’s neck and peppered sleepy kisses along the sensitive spot. A nice shudder ran along Tony’s spine, and he turned his head to kiss Bucky’s temple. “Morning, gorgeous.”

Bucky glared at Tony, but the arms around Tony’s waist clung a little harder. Bucky pecked Tony on the lips.

Tony hummed in delight. “I can definitely get used to this. Although the murder-stare I can do without.”

“Too early.” Bucky buried his face in Tony’s shoulder.

Tony frowned. Bucky wasn’t a morning person, but that usually translated into him grunting and walking around with his eyes half-closed. This new reaction had Tony worried. “Sometimes having sex with an incubus can leave a person drained. We feed off the energy that’s released during sex, so I might have taken more than I should have.”

Bucky nuzzled Tony’s neck. “Take as much as you want.”

“Not if it makes you walk around like a zombie for half the day.”

“Am I interrupting something?” Sam’s voice cut in to their conversation.

Tony tensed in Bucky’s arms. Bucky pressed Tony closer to his chest and glowered at Sam.

“Don’t give me that look,” Sam chastised. He waltzed over to the fridge, motioning for Tony and Bucky to take a few steps back so he could open it. “If you two want privacy stay out of the kitchen.”

Bucky grumbled and went back to nuzzling Tony’s neck.

Sam quirked a brow and looked imploringly at Tony.

Tony smiled and reached up to run his fingers through Bucky’s hair. “Just enjoying some team bonding. You want in?”

Sam shook his head as he took the carton of orange juice out from the fridge. “No thanks.” He eyed them as he headed over to a cabinet to grab a glass for his juice. “Wouldn’t want to ruin the cute picture you two make.”

“He’s mine.” Bucky scooped Tony up into his arms then leaped onto the couch with him.

Tony let out a grunt at the impact with the cushions then chuckled.

Bucky had Tony’s head and neck cradled protectively as he straddled Tony. He gently set Tony’s head down on the arm of the couch then looked over his shoulder and growled lightly at Natasha.

Natasha smirked as she held up her hands in surrender. “I was just offering him a little help in self-defense training.”

“I’m his partner.” Bucky sprawled across Tony, laying his head on Tony’s chest and hugging Tony.

Tony gently bumped Bucky on the head with his tablet. “You are, but that doesn’t mean you can’t share.”

Bucky grunted and pushed himself onto his arms so his face hovered over Tony’s. He gave Tony an unimpressed look and made a point of looking over Tony’s body. He huffed then kissed Tony on the forehead. “Nope. You’re mine, and no one else’s.”

Tony rolled his eyes. He bent his leg so it pushed along Bucky’s side. “Well, then you better hold on to me.” Tony swung his weight, flipping Bucky and him off of the couch.

Bucky let out a panicked sound and grabbed Tony. Bucky had fast enough reflexes that he could have easily flipped the two of them in the air so he remained on top of Tony, but instead Bucky remained under Tony, taking the brunt of the impact. It wasn’t until they were on the floor that Bucky switched their positions and nipped at Tony’s shoulder. “That could have hurt.”

“But it didn’t.” Tony grinned.

Bucky let out an annoyed sound and kissed Tony. “Only because I like you too much.”

Tony’s heart warmed at the confession.

“You’re recording this, right, FRIDAY?” Natasha asked the AI.

“Always, Romanoff.”

“Natasha,” Bucky and Tony complained in unison.

Natasha chortled at their disgruntlement.

“You need to be more careful around, Bucky,” Steve stated.

Tony stopped tinkering with his armor. He lifted his safety goggles to the top of his head and set down his tools on a nearby workbench. “Did I say something triggering?” Tony’s stomach churned. It was only years of practice that kept his worry from showing on his face. To Steve he appeared merely curious.

“I know you and Bucky have gotten closer, but it’s…” Steve’s face scrunched as he tried to find the right words. “He’s a lot more sensitive than he used to be. Things… casual relationships used to be something he could handle, but now he’s too prone to attachment.”

It felt like Steve was grinding Tony’s heart between two stones. “He does seem a little more sensitive than the guy that Howard told me about when I was growing up,” Tony admitted, keeping his tone light. “It’s not a bad thing though. Really, Cap. Haven’t you been paying attention? It’s okay now for men to be a more open about their emotions.”

“You know that’s not what I am getting at, Tony.” Steve closed the distance between Tony and him. He clamped his hand on Tony’s shoulder. “Bucky, needs a serious relationship.”

“And you don’t think what we have is serious.” It took all of Tony’s strength to keep the bitterness out of his tone.

“Is it?” Steve asked.

Tony had no words. He hadn’t asked Bucky to be his boyfriend or vice versa. They weren’t even dating. They were just kissing and hugging all the time.

“It’s not your place,” Tony finally forced himself to say. “You have no right to tell Bucky or me what kind of relationship to have.”

“I’m just-”

“You just think you’re being a good friend, but maybe you should talk to Bucky first, and if Bucky wants something different from me than what he’s already got then he can tell me himself.”

Tony curled up in his bed and hugged himself.

He needed to have sex again, but he couldn’t even bring himself to look at his phone for a potential partner. He knew exactly who he wanted to feed from, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask. Every time he considered calling Bucky and asking for help, his brain replayed his conversation with Steve from a few days ago.

It was stupid. He was being stupid. Nonetheless, the voice in his head that told him he was taking advantage of Bucky paralysed him in inaction.

“Boss, Sergeant Barnes is outside your bedroom. He would like to know if he may come in.”

Tony groaned. He grabbed a pillow and hugged it. His skin wasn’t sensitive yet to the soft fabric, but in a few more hours it would be.

He should talk to Bucky.

His stomach felt like someone had dropped a lead anchor into it.

Tony took a deep breath and sat up. “Let him in.”

Bucky must have heard Tony’s answer through the door, because Bucky opened the door the moment the words left Tony’s mouth—not enough time for FRIDAY to relay the message. Bucky looked over the room, and without any preamble he joined Tony on the bed and tugged Tony into a hug. He carded his hand through Tony’s hair as he encouraged Tony to tuck his head under Bucky’s chin.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asked.

Tony scoffed. “Who said anything was wrong?”

“My instincts.”

Tony snorted. “Yeah right.”

Bucky stroked Tony’s side as he held him.

Tony frowned. “Hold it. Were you joking about the instinct thing?”

Bucky shook his head and kissed Tony on the forehead. “It’s a werewolf thing. Sensing disturbances in the pack.”

Tony snorted then burst into laughter. His nose pressed into Bucky’s collarbone and he shook with laughter. “So I’m pack?”

“Why wouldn’t you be?” Bucky pulled Tony closer so he was just on the edge of Bucky’s lap. “Did someone say you weren’t?”

Tony shrugged. “No. I just didn’t know if ‘pack’ meant the Avengers or your closest friends.”

“Either way you’d still be pack.” Bucky kissed Tony’s cheek, right below Tony’s eye. “Now why are you in your room all alone?” He sniffed Tony. Bucky frowned and took a another whiff. “Especially when you smell like you did when you were sex deprived.”

Tony took a deep breath and braced himself for Bucky’s reaction. “Because I need to feed again.”

Bucky was quiet for a beat. He cocked his head to the side. “Well, I can help with that, Tony. Personally, or I can call someone if you rather not.”

“Would it bother you if I wanted someone else?” Tony asked.

Bucky paused in stroking Tony’s side then picked it up again. “It’s not about me; it’s about what you want.”

Tony untucked his head from under Bucky’s chin so he could look Bucky in the eye. “Steve said you can’t handle a causal relationship.”

Bucky growled. “Steve doesn’t know what he is talking about.”

Tony bit the inside of his cheek. He wished he’d come into the conversation more prepared. There were so many things he wanted to say—so many things he wanted to ask. He didn’t want to send Bucky running though by going too deep too fast.

Bucky cupped Tony’s face. He rubbed his thumbs along Tony’s cheeks. “Just talk to me, Tony. I promise I’m not going to take off.”

Tony huffed and pushed Bucky’s hands away. “Of course you’re not going too. I’m just trying to figure out the most efficient way to ask you what I want to know.”

Bucky smiled knowingly. “Sure thing, doll.”

The pet name loosened something in Tony’s chest. “I don’t want to feed off anyone but you, and I want you to keep smothering me like you do.”

“‘Smothering?’’” Bucky teased.

Tony rested his head on Bucky’s shoulder and closed his eyes. “Yes, smothering. I can’t lie down on the couch without you showing up to lay on top of me.”

“You can always return the favor, you know.”

Tony smiled. “I might take you up on that. I might even take you out to coffee if you let me.”

“You asking me out on a date?”

“Yes.”

Bucky beamed and kissed Tony on the mouth. He was still smiling as he pulled away. “I’d love that.”

Tony had never been scared of public displays of affection, but holding Bucky’s hand in front of Steve after Steve had told him to leave Bucky alone had Tony as jittery as a kid on their first date. Bucky squeezed his hand and that simple act quelled most of his nerves. Bucky guided Tony through the gym and toward the section where they liked to lay out the floor mats and practice hand to hand combat.

Steve watched them from the corner of his eye as he punched a boxing bag.

“Hey, Steve,” Bucky hollered, startling both Tony and Steve.

Steve stopped in the middle of boxing and turned around.

Bucky grinned widely as he held up his middle finger at Steve. “Stay out of my relationships.”

Tony covered his mouth to keep from laughing.

Steve blinked a few times then snorted. He smirked at Bucky. “You be careful with Tony too.”

#winteriron #tony x bucky #tony stark #bucky barnes #prompts #akira of the twilight #ace tony #asexual tony #sex neutral tony #incubus tony #werewolf bucky #magical creatures au #protective steve rogers #possessive bucky #friends to lovers

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hallelujuh · 8 years ago

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hello yes i just finished lord of the flies (and then watched the 1963 movie immediately afterwards) & i rlly luv piggy so im gonna yell abt Just Piggy Things™ even if no one cares

piggy’s the first character we’re introduced to, after ralph ofc, so that means we’re supposed to get attached, and boy did i get attached..

ass-mar

the fact that he’s been called mean nicknames so long that his real name doesnt matter to him?? he doesnt care what hes called?? poor thing wtf??? hes like eleven hes too little for this

the Flashing Anime Glasses. especially the one w the fire when he starts laughing maniacally. same.

im talking about: “then he laughed so strangely that they were hushed, looking at the flash of his spectacles in astonishment.”

also: “’i got the conch,’ said piggy, in a hurt voice. ‘i got a right to speak.’” let him speak hes the only damn reasonable one. also stop hurting him hes been hurt enough goddamnit

k but how much he loves ralph? and ralph is annoyed by him??? but then later he confides in him & cries over him & their friendship is my fav in the book so. they bond it just takes a while. but piggy was always good to ralph awe

“i was with him when he found the conch. i was with him before anyone else was.” he finally made a friend dont u take him from him ;-;

k speaking of the conch, in the first movie, his laugh when ralph’s blowing the horn for the first time??? aw??? a rare moment of joy in that sad ass movie??

‘63!film piggy is the sweetest & cutest i lob him. ‘90!film piggy was annoying as shit tho i refuse to talk about him.

in the ‘63!film when he puts his hands on his hips when jack says “shut up fatty” and then hides behind the tree when they all laugh at him.

god in the book it’s easy to forget theyre actual babies but with the movie u cant possibly forget and theyre so cute but defenseless it’s so sad

i kno these actors r like 70 or dead now but i wanna go back in time & give them a hug. especially piggy cuz hes a pouty chubby bub gOD IM SO SAD

one last note on the film before i get back to the book: the movie rlly encompassed how awkward i imagined piggy to be & i luv that. also his story time abt camberly was adorable + educational (for me, anyway)

how hurt he is when ralph tells the other boys his name, poor thing ugh :(

“’let him have the conch!’ shouted piggy. ‘let him have it!’” yes stand up for poor lil mulberry child

“piggy knelt by him, one hand on the great shell, listening and interpreting to the assembly.” hes so fuckin sweet??? hes like the mom of the island hes so nice to the littluns i luv him

and when he gets upset over the mulberry boy probably bein killed in the fire :’( hes the most sensible and the most empathetic of all the other boys. what a cinnamon roll. unproblematic fav. true neutral. 10/10. the best boy.

my second favorite line in the whole book: “then, with the martyred expression of a parent who has to keep up with the senseless ebullience of the children, he picked up the conch, turned toward the forest, and began to pick his way over the tumbled scar.” tired mama piggy lmao

he wants to make a sundial?? hes so smart aw

piggy thinking ralph’s patronizing smile was a friendly one :( :( he just wants a friendddd hes so naive & sweet im sadddd

i think it’s implied most of the other boys (particularly the choir boys & ralph) are from a nicer, more upper class part of england, &, despite his intelligence, piggy’s more lower class, judging by his cockney-esque accent (his use of ‘them’ instead of ‘those’, etc.) and also “piggy was an outsider, not only by accent, which did not matter…” idk why this is cute i dunno

“piggy arrived, out of breath and whimpering like a littlun.” me in pe. but also poor thing ;-;

“piggy sniveled and simon shushed him as though he had spoken too loudly in church.” i interpreted shushed as, like, consoled, more than, like, ‘quit crying, ya baby’, which was more what he was doing, but still…first of many cute piggy & simon interactions. i’d ship them but theyre like twelve so nah. but they cute as buddies

“this was too bitter for piggy, who forgot his timidity in the agony of his loss. he began to cry out, shrilly: ‘you and your blood, jack merridew! you and your hunting! we might have gone home-’” this hurts because if jack hadn’t gone hunting, they may have been rescued before simon or piggy died :( :( :( horrible vague foreshadowing

simon getting piggy’s glasses for him when jack throws em ;-;

simon giving his piece of meat (not a euphemism, goddamnit) to piggy.. god simons so sweet hes my second fav

“only, decided ralph as he faced the chief’s seat, i can’t think. not like piggy…he could go step by step inside that fat head of his, only piggy was no chief. but piggy, for all his ludicrous body, had brains.” why does ralph resent piggy sm. it’s like it psychically hurts him to compliment him, even just in his own head. jeez. just cuz someones fat doesnt mean they cant be smart?? the 50s were weird

“piggy came and stood outside the triangle. this indicated that he wished to listen, but would not speak; and piggy intended it as a gesture of disapproval.” aka ‘i’m mad at everyone so im gonna stand two feet away & glare at you all’ aw haha

when he tiptoes onto the triangle cuz hes done w his protesting ahaha aw

“piggy held out his hands for the conch but ralph shook his head.” idk i thought the mental image was cute. “gimme pls” “nuh uh”

what he says about the beast & life being scientific…me & piggy would be buds if he was real lmao

“ralph nodded to piggy. ‘go on. ask him.’ piggy knelt, holding the conch. ‘now then. what’s your name?’ the small boy twisted away into his tent. piggy turned helplessly to ralph..” honestly piggy & ralph are the mom & dad of the colony (jack being the asshole uncle) it’s so cute

“’that’s a clever beast,’ said piggy, jeering, ‘if it can hide on this island.’” sarcastic piggy is sarcastic

more sarcastic piggy earlier in the book: “you got your small fire all right” i lob him

indignant & shrill piggy… and his quote: “’what are we? humans? or animals? or savages?’” honestly lowkey want that tattooed

i fuckin hate jalph but admittedly jack’s jealous lil “’that’s right–favor piggy as you always do.’” is salty & gay lmao

the whole three blind mice convo…i luv

particular highlight in that scene: “’i’m scared of him,’ said piggy, ‘and that’s why i know him. if you’re scared of someone you hate him but you can’t stop thinking about him. you kid yourself he’s all right really, an’ then when you see him again; it’s like asthma an’ you can’t breathe. i tell you what. he hates you too, ralph—’” POOR BABYYY

also “’i know about people. i know about me. and him. he can’t hurt you: but if you stand out of the way he’d hurt the next thing. and that’s me.” IN THE END ROGER’S THE ONE WHO HURTS HIM UGH :(

“’keep piggy out of danger.’” YOU ASSHOLES LET HIM DIE

piggy holding his breath until his asthma acts up & then the boys just leave him??? what dicks

“jack cleared his throat and spoke in a queer, tight voice. ‘we mustn’t let anything happen to piggy, must we?’” AND THEN YOU LET HIM D I E U SALTY BITCH QUIT IT

“piggy put on his one glass and looked at ralph. ‘now you done it. you been rude about his hunters.’ ‘oh shut up!’” why dont more ppl ship them?? compared to jalph theres nothing??? theyre like a married couple it’s precious. like i said - mom & dad of the island.

piggy getting braver & being more of a leader once jack leaves!!! im proud of him!!

“he [simon] sought for help and sympathy and chose piggy” k the two most humane & sympathetic kids on the island, and the two doomed ones, gravitate towards each other & look out for each other & it so sadd

piggy being “so full of pride in his contribution to the good of society” he didnt deserve his fate he was so good im so sad

samneric & piggy making a little mini feast for them?? thats so cute???

also “piggy broke into noisy laughter and took more fruit. ‘he might be.’ he gulped his mouthful. ‘he’s cracked’.” piggy u get teased for bein different why would u tease simon (behind his back too) for bein diffrent u hypocrite. noisy laughter tho aw

piggy & ralph laying by the fire & talking…ralph didnt deserve piggy honestly he wasnt even grateful until the very end for such a good friend in such a horrible situation??? ugh

“when he understood how far ralph had gone toward accepting him he flushed pinkly with pride” see? good friendship. piggy just wanted a friend & to be considered valuable. and ralph finally started appreciating him

“piggy took off his glasses, stepped primly into the water, and then put them on again.” prim: stiffly formal and respectable; feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper. idk why this is funny to me

when he gets annoyed and starts slapping the water & yelling. temper tatrum lmao. dont blame him

“piggy stirred the sand under water and did not look at ralph. ‘p’raps we ought to go too.’ ralph looked at him quickly and piggy blushed. ‘i mean–to make sure nothing happens.’ ralph squirted water again.” they’re so fuckINGN CUTE

“piggy touched ralph’s wrist. ‘come away. there’s going to be trouble. and we’ve had our meat.’“ SO MUCH OF THIS STORY WOULDVE BEEN AVOIDED IF THE OTHER BOYS ACTUALLY LISTENED TO PIGGY

“ralph sat down in the grass facing the chief’s seat and the conch. piggy knelt at his left, and for a long minute there was silence.” i luv their dynamic sm. ruler & adviser. no questions asked. ultimate loyalty. so good.

piggy trying to be all rational about simon while ralph freaks out…what a scene. also i luv how awkward their convo w samneric immediately after is

piggy wants to be rescued most and hes the one whos killed!!!! bullshit!!!! justice for piggy!!!

when ralph says piggy should write a letter to his auntie & he takes it serious & ralph laughs & piggy doesnt get it. awe.

the scene where they take his glasses ;-; u made my boi piggy hav an ass-mar attack u monsters,

PIGGY GETTIN ALL BADASS & DETERMINED & TALKING ABOUT WHAT HES GONNA TELL JACK

“he held out the conch to piggy who flushed, this time with pride” and then “piggy sought in his mind for words to convey his passionate willingness to carry the conch against all odds.” the conch is the only constant on the island, the only dependable thing he has besides ralph, so hes so invested in it, hes pretty much deemed himself the caretaker of the conch, and it dies with him…

the scene where piggy reassures ralph & it says “the twins were examining ralph curiously, as though they were seeing him for the first time” is probably my fav scene in the entire book…it just really shows, in a couple of lines, the characters that ralph & piggy are, and what their relationship is like, and why they’re a partnership throughout the whole book. fantastic.

“’am i safe?’ quavered piggy. ‘i feel awful–’” fuckin foreshadowing, i hate it. imagine being practically blind on a cliff and then, minutes later, falling to your death. god it’s terrible.

piggy crying for ralph not to leave him actually hurts like psychically in my chest. him and simon were babies??? i know it’s fiction but kids are the sweetest things, not even fictional kids deserve to be killed so mercilessly??? im so fuckin sad

his last words…powerful and iconic.

i dont wanna talk about his death. im very sad

k ik it’s terrible but when he died his skull cracked open & his brain more or less fell out (”and stuff came out”, “with his empty head”), and thats p macabre but it’s also symbolic and genius bc when roger killed him he also took away the only thing he had going for him, the only thing that gave him superiority over the others - his intelligence. his brain.

of course, have to end on: “ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called piggy.” cue me shutting the book, hugging it to my chest, and sobbing

#lotf #books #sorry i just. im rlly emotional & i rlly luv piggy #txt

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thank-you-for-the-vampire-money · 8 years ago

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BABY BUMP

Request: N/A but, @marveldcmistress , you said you wanted to be tagged in this!

A/N: First Lance fic! I will definitely be open to writing for him again if any of you guys want to request a fic for him! Hope you enjoy!

Lance Tucker x reader

Word count: 2030 (damn I’m wordy)

Summary: Lance never thought he’d be so excited about being a father… maybe now he’s a bit too excited… But, seeing Lance go all mushy for his baby is the most heartwarming thing you will ever see.

Warnings: pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms (morning sickness, cravings, etc..), super fluffy adorableness.

(Y/L/N)= your last name

(Y/B/N)= your baby’s name

(E/C)= eye color

(H/C)= hair color

(GIF not mine)

When you first found out you were pregnant, it felt as if the ground had crumbled from beneath your feet. You weren’t ready for a kid! And you’re pretty sure your boyfriend, Lance, wasn’t ready for one either. You debated whether or not to tell him about the baby, but you decided that he deserved to know about his own child.

You slowly approached the kitchen, trying to calm your nerves before you told Lance the big news. Opening the fridge, you could hear Lance in the other room. He was in the living room, doing sit ups on the floor while watching the morning news. You gently set your apple on the counter as you leaned over the granite slab to watch Lance, “twenty-seven… twenty-eight…” he grunted, every time he sat upright, “twenty-ni- oh, hey (Y/N)”. Your heart sank. He was smiling so brightly, so genuinely... and he had no idea what you were about to tell him. He could sense something was off by your restless posture and timid expression, “is something wrong, baby?” he asked, coming over her to your side of the counter to hug you. Pressing his bare chest to your pajama-clad back, he wrapped his arms around your torso and kissed the junction between your neck and shoulder. You had to tell him.

“That’s what’s wrong,” you deadpanned, refusing to look Lance in the face. Lance furrowed his brow in confusion as he pulled away from your neck to get a better look at you,

“… what?”

“that’s what’s wrong…”

“what’s wrong?”

“b-b…. baby…”. You could barely keep yourself from crying you were so scared. Neither of you was planning this and you didn’t want to lose Lance because of it, but you didn’t want to get rid of the baby because of Lance either! “'Baby'? What are talking about?” Lance babbled in befuddlement, “what do you mean ‘baby’? What does that have to do wi- oh…” then it dawned on him, “you’re… you’re…?” Lance choked, unable to spit the words out. He looked crushed. His faced morphed into an expression of nausea, fear, and shock.

Shakily, he leaned over the counter and cradled his head in his sweaty palms. Taking a deep breath, he confirmed his fear, “you’re pregnant?” “mhm…”. Lance didn’t move. He was so still, save for his irregular and shaky breathing. Was he mad? What was he going to do to you and the baby? “You’re pregnant...” he repeated softly, void of any emotion, “you’re pregnant… you’re… you’re pregnant!”. That was not what you expected. Lance seemed… happy… that you were… what you were. Lifting his head out of his palms, Lance started chuckling joyfully, “you’re pregnant! I-I’m going to be a dad!” Lance guffawed, gripping your sides and lifting you into the air. With a surprised squeal, you laughed along with him.

“I’m gonna be a dad…” Lance, sighed, setting you gently back on the tile floor, slipping his hands down your body to rest on your abdomen, “this is the happiest day of my life…”.

Lance rolled over in the bed. It was getting colder and colder now that it was approaching winter, and Lance wanted to cuddle up to you and his unborn child to stay warm. Not even bothering to open his eyes, he draped an arm over the other side of the bed where you slept, only to find you weren’t there. Maybe you were just sleeping on the edge of the bed. Rolling over once again, he found that you weren’t there. Maybe he just started out on the edge of the bed, and couldn’t reach you yet. Rolling over once again he- “oof!” Lance wheezed, accidentally rolling off the edge of the mattress and onto the wood floor. “Son of a-” Lance cursed, rubbing his head to soothe the pain. He glanced around the room, but he couldn’t see you, “(Y/N)?” he called, standing up and scanning the room for you. A dry heave echoed off the tile walls in the attached bathroom as a response to Lance’s call, “Lance…” you moaned in agony, coughing up more of the contents in your stomach.

Bounding into the bathroom, Lance was greeted with the sight of you hunched over the toilet, puking your guts out. “Morning sickness?” Lance asked, more as a statement than a question, “yeah…” you belched, wiping the bile away from the corner of your mouth. Placing one hand on your shoulder, Lance pulled your hair back into a makeshift ponytail, “I’m sorry kitten,” Lance soothed, rubbing his free hand up and down your spine. Taking one last heave, you relaxed a bit, still not feeling A-OK, but okay enough to not be hovering over the toilet bowl, “ugh…” you groaned, “being three weeks pregnant kinda sucks…”

It was about three months after that when Lance really started acting a bit out of character. The baby wouldn’t be born for another six months and he had already baby-proofed the entire house. All outlets were covered, doors secured with childproof knob covers, all cabinets adorned with latches, and both staircases protected by safety gates. Lance also put a ban on any alcoholic drink in your house. He wouldn’t even let it enter through the front door! He was so concerned about the baby developing Fetal Alcohol Syndrome, that he wouldn’t even let you look at any sort of cocktail, wine, or liquor. But, his efforts were in good heart, and you appreciated it. Though, it wasn’t like him to put this much effort into something like this, especially if it meant giving up booze. Normally Lance was a confident, cocky, partyer, but the mere mention of his child, melted him into this big, cuddly, teddy bear. It was rather adorable to watch.

The door leading to the garage quickly opened and closed, letting a gust of frigid air circulate throughout the room. Lance shook the snow off his body as he slipped his hat and gloves off, “gah! Did you really have to have a craving for hot wings while the temperature is in the negatives?!” he joked, taking off his coat. You would make a stupid joke back, but you had already grabbed the bag of food and were stuffing your face full of buffalo wings.

Lance turned to look at you and your sauce-covered face, “hehe, enjoying that?” he chuckled, untying his boots and walking into the kitchen. He stood by you as you scarfed down the spicy chicken wings, “mind if I have one?” he asked, reaching over to grab a drumstick. Elbowing his shoulder away, you brought the takeout box closer to you, “nuh uh!” you mumbled, you mouth completely full, “get your own!”. Lance just chuckled and kissed your temple, the only spot on your face not covered in buffalo sauce, “you know that spicy food is gonna come back to haunt you, right?” he pointed out. You just rolled your eyes. Yeah, you were going to be in so much pain later, but right now, you were satisfying your ravenous craving.

“That’s cold!” you giggled as the doctor placed the ultrasound receiver on your exposed baby bump. You were at the five-month mark, this was when the doctor said he’d be able to tell you and Lance the gender of the baby! Lance was basically bouncing off the walls when you two were in the waiting room, he couldn’t wait to find out if he was going to have a baby boy or a baby girl! Even though Lance could be one of the most obnoxious, self-centered men on the planet, that always seemed to fade away when his soft spots for you and the baby were prodded. “What is it doc?!” Lance urged, nearly exploding from excitement. The room fell flat, completely silent. The doctor just stared at the black and white image displayed on the screen with a blank look on his face. Lance took note of this and immediately grew concerned, "is something wrong with the baby?!" he panicked, a thousand worst-case-scenarios scurrying through his head. The doctor finally turned to face you, “well, congratulations Mr. Tucker, Ms. (Y/L/N), you are going to have a little girl,”. Lance’s face lit up brighter than the sun itself. His gem-like, blue eyes illuminated like the stars and his smile more brilliant and wider than the moon, “a girl?!” he gasped, clutching your hand in his, “we’re going to have a little girl,”. You weren’t entirely sure, but you could swear that you saw tears of unadulterated joy, brimming in Lance’s eyes.

When you hit the eight-month mark, Lance went all out. You were suddenly craving dill pickles at four AM? Lance went out to get them for you. Was your back aching from all the extra weight you were carrying? Lance helped you lie down and got you some ibuprofen. Were your feet aching and sore? Lance would spend an entire hour massaging them for you. In return for his sweet and loving gestures, you let him talk to his daughter. Yes, Lance knows quite well that his little girl couldn’t respond, or even understand him yet, but he just liked to talk to her. He always said that he did that so your daughter would ‘recognize his voice’, but you knew he was just in denial that he cared about something other than himself for once.

It was late, and you were half-asleep, but Lance was wide awake, talking to your protruding stomach. “Hey there baby girl…” Lance whispered, placing both of his hands on your belly and leaning in close, “it’s your daddy,”. This was one of the most precious things you could ever imagine; a cold-hearted, asshole, turned saint, all because of his unborn child. “You’re due pretty soon, and I’m pretty excited to meet you…” Lance continued, stroking his thumbs along the skin of your torso, “your mom is pretty excited too. You know you’re going to look just like her? You’re going to have beautiful (E/C) eyes, amazing (H/C) locks, and a gorgeous smile…”. As an intense blush crept its way up onto your cheeks, you slipped your hand into Lance's raven hair, and played with the tresses, “she’s going to be a great mom, and, hopefully, I-I’ll be a good.... a good dad,” he hesitated on that last part. Cupping his cheek, you turned his face so that his gaze was locked onto yours. He stared into the (E/C) orbs of yours that he adored so much, “Lancelot Tucker, you will be a great father,” you whispered, smiling down at him.

The little cries and whimpers of your daughter sounded off the hospital room walls, echoing back into your ears. After nineteen hours of excruciating pain, intense sweating, and screams of agony, you held your healthy newborn daughter in your arms. Lance stood beside your hospital bed, gazing down lovingly at his little girl, “she’s so tiny…” he mused, letting her small hand grab hold of one of his fingers, “she’s beautiful…”. You were exhausted, more than ready to pass out and stay unconscious for a week, but you didn’t want to miss this. You didn’t want to miss the first moments of interaction between Lance and his long-awaited daughter, “she has your eyes…” you whispered, pushing a thin curl of hair away from your daughter's tiny forehead. Lance smiled at that. His baby girl… oh, how he loved his baby girl. “Here,” you grunted, shifting to hand the baby over to Lance. Gently cradling her in his arms, Lance couldn’t tear his eyes of her softly sleeping face, “my baby girl… our baby girl…” he smiled, a few tears forming in his proud eyes, “our baby girl, (Y/B/N),”.

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bwicblog · 8 years ago

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WEEKLY RP PROMPT 2

It's summer, and that means blockbuster season has officially hit! The latest in troll Star Wars (The Second in the Trilogy of the Story In Which A Young Troll Fights a False Empire to Restore The Old Republic) now has a date. The sequel to the prize-winning Aquatic Horrorterrors Ascend to Consume the Planet and are Valiantly Fought by Mechanical Hoofbeasts has just been released. The Fleetside Entertainer’s Guild is hard at work to entertain the masses, but there's been an error this half-sweep. The latest piece of not one, but two major rainbow-drinker franchises have just been released, and the planet is going absolutely mad.

Every theatre, minor and major, is featuring JOURNALS OF AN IMMORTAL ANCESTRAL RAINBOWDRINKER, or the latest TROLL TWILIGHT. Every news network is covering them. Social media is filled with brawls between TEAM LESTAT and TEAM EDWARD, and worse yet, every FLARPing convention is suffering from a sudden surplus of players sporting fake fangs and jade. Have your trolls been caught up in the chaos? Do they have opinions, or are they just waiting for the madness to end?

ID: quick someone fill me in on what a lestat is.

SA: a character of significant rainbow drinker fiction.

ID: and why people are fucking fighting over it- oh.

SA: hadean did you know google can be your friend too.

SA: because it can.

SA: just as it is my friend.

SA: 😃

ID: pris i could smack your smartmouth off of you sometimes. =:P

WC: ~(He's a drinker who's not quite up to the times) WC: ~(Really quite handsome~!)

ID: it's called starting a conversation.

SA: ❤

SA: Oh, do you read the series, WC?

WC: ~(And then Edward is uh) WC: ~(Creepy ^^)

ID: is edward his mate or.

ID: his kismesis maybe?

WC: ~(I've seen the movies, but I don't have much time to read I'm afraid ono)

WC: ~(No, Edward is a different series entirely)

ID: how many rainbowdrinker series do we need. =:I

WC: ~(Though the author of Lestat's saga keeps having people culled for writing stories about it)

SA: until everyone has their unsettling fly by night romances fulfilled.

ID: hahahah woowwww.

SA: that's horrific.

WC: ~(Come to think of it I think she may have also joined the church........)

WC: ~(A sad end to a good looking drinker story (─n─) )

SA: they... joined the church...

WC: ~(Uh huh)

WC: ~(It was weird)

ID: figures.

ID: you'd think rainbowdrinkers would be considered overplayed by now.

WC: ~(And then the Edward series author is also kind of insane) WC: ~(But at least she doesn't cull people for fanfiction)

SA: Didn't her series inspire 50 shades.

WC: ~(Surprisingly they're not) WC: ~(But then again, they DO tend to be kind of pretty)

WC: ~(WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT)

SA: oh.

SA: okay.

WC: ~(>-< !!!!!!!)

ID: i mean. they're not all pretty.

SA: i see it is a source of agony for you. Ia pologize.

ID: some of them look like. nosferatu.

WC: ~(Have you ever seen a drinker in a movie that wasn't super hot) WC: ~(People are very biased towards the pretty)

WC: ~(Well, more recent movies) WC: ~(They used to be quite a bit scarier looking!)

ID: i think the older movies depicted them more accurately.

WC: ~(Then everyone wanted the dark and brooding trolls apparently)

WC: ~(Troll Edward also watches people while they sleep) WC: ~(Ugh)

WC: ~(I'd beat someone with a wrench for that.......)

SA: Oh like me.

ID: that's fucking sketchy as fuck.

ID: ...

SA: I assocate with this character already.

SA: I am joking

ID: pris.

SA: it is a joke.

WC: ~(Are you going to watch me while I sleep SA)

ID: oh.

ID: you're a hard one to read sometimes pris.

SA: But not always, and that's just enough for me to not be immensely unsettling 24/7.

SA: No, I will not watch you sleep, WC.

WC: ~(Well, I'll just inform ID we have company then ~u^)

WC: ~(Uh) WC: ~(The not Hadean ID) WC: ~(Man that's still so weird)

ID: ahahah i guess i fit in even wearing em's shirt now. everyone is wearing jade it seems like.

ID: yeah, well. i'm not changing my tag. =:P

WC: ~(Oh, please don't! It's quite nice!)

WC: ~(It just feels weird because ID hates being called by his name so he's just ID)

SA: what a strange thing to be bothered by.

SA: 😦

ID: oh. well, my name rocks so. call me by it all you want.

WC: ~(It just takes some getting used to)

SA: yes. if you want bonus points, make sure you call him professor hadeon.

WC: ~(Your name does rock, I agree)

WC: ~(Professor?)

SA: much like gliese is the dean of clown university.

WC: ~(Oh my god what)

ID: hahahah here we go.

SA: I have orange juice and i have never been better right now.

WC: ~(Is it orange juice or orange faygo)

SA: it's orange juice because faygo is for plebians.

WC: ~(Because you're sounding like quite the mirthful posterchild)

SA: a yellowblood associating with the cult would be a deathwish.

WC: ~(Faygo is for plebians) WC: ~(I think we're going to get along well ^^)

ID: faygo tastes like plastic and regrets so.

SA: fanta is much better.

WC: ~(It tastes like pure sugar)

WC: ~(Now Tab on the other hand)

ID: the fuck is a fanta.

WC: ~(I take it you haven't seen the commercials)

ID: i don't watch stuff.

SA: They are very catchy.

SA: isn't tab just a knockoff.

WC: ~ (https://youtu.be/F614uU3DsqM?t=14s)

WC: ~(For some reason I could only find one in a different language?)

SA: las fantas son muy divertida.

ID: so that's why you like fanta, huh pris? =:P

SA: No, that's not at all why I like fanta.

WC: ~(Hehe if you say so!) WC: ~(I don't speak whatever language that is I'm afraid)

WC: ~(Fanta is alright, but it's a bit too fruity for me)

SA: strawberry is the best.

SA: also why did you say it like that, Hadean...

ID: it was a joke pris.

SA: are you implying i am attracted to lowbloods in skanty clothes singing about sugary drinks.

SA: if so the answer is yes.

WC: ~(Oh my!)

SA: (the answer is actually no)

WC: ~(Scandalous!)

ID: pffttt.

ID: i don't drink soda. i just drink water.

SA: You could be a fanta singer in your renfaire outfit.

SA: Nothing else? just water?

WC: ~(I did see chainmail bikinis there) WC ~(So anything is possible!)

WC: ~(Chainmail bikinis.......why.........)

ID: ah yes. my dreams of being a face for a soda company will come true.

ID: i mean. water is free.

ID: and i have yet to find a soda river to drink out of.

SA: you can't just... drink river water.

SA: it could have the ecol.i s.

ID: look at me. drinking river water.

ID: and rain barrel water.

SA: I am going to strangle you.

ID: and sometimes puddles.

SA: oh, chainmail bikinis. My favorite is the leia outfit. I see that a lot at inappropriate times.

WC: ~(I wonder what the blueprints for a homebrew water purifier would look like)

WC: ~(Hmmmm)

SA: Hadean >:'(

WC: ~(Well I know what I'm doing tonight, thanks for the idea~)

ID: anytime i guess.

SA: they make tabs for it, too.

ID: when you're thirsty water is water pris.

ID: bugs in it is just. extra protein. =:P

ID: and dirt is minerals!

WC: ~(I suppose there's worse things in the world than dirty water)

WC: ~(Where do you live?)

ID: i travel. so. everywhere.

WC: ~(Oooh exciting!)

WC: ~(I travel too! But not very often. I'm busy a lot!)

WC: ~(What's your favorite place you've been so far?)

ID: uhhh. found a really pretty waterfall once. looked like it came out of a fucking painting. spent a while there, plenty of stuff to eat around there. that was probably my favorite. nice and empty.

WC: ~(Oh that sounds wonderful) WC: ~(Where was it?)

ID: i don't really do maps. so.... way far east.

SA: what is it you do, WC? SA: do you have any photos, Hadean/

WC: ~(Hmmmm) WC: ~(Time to do some exploring next time I'm out there!)

WC: ~(I work with machines)

ID: i dunno, i'd have to look around and get back to you pris. what sort of machines?

WC: ~(Building, blueprints, parts transfer) WC: ~(All that good stuff)

WC: ~(Anything, really. But my pride and joy is my ship. I built it with my own two hands)

SA: A ship?

SA: as in, for water or air or space.

WC: ~(Yep! It runs on steam with a power core backup)

WC: ~(The air)

SA: hmm.

ID: neat.

ID: as long as ti never crashes i mean.

WC: ~(I'd need a lot more material for a spaceship) WC: ~(Plus, there's the issue of working on the oxygen systems) WC: ~(I haven't figured that one out yet)

WC: ~(It's never crashed yet!)

WC: ~(That's how I get from place to place when I'm going far away)

ID: i see. i usually just ride my lusus.

WC: ~(Mine is a bit too ornery to be ridden. She'll throw you right off if she feels like it.) WC: ~(What is your lusus?)

ID: big horned hoofbeast.

WC: ~(!!!)

WC: ~(Cute!)

WC: ~( (˙❀‿❀˙))

ID: he's pretty cute, yeah.

WC: ~(Does he ever do that thing) WC: ~(Where he bumps you with his nose)

SA: do.. domestic animals do that/

WC: ~(Sure!)

WC: ~(All the time!)

WC: ~(It's how they get attention)

ID: when he wants me to scratch him or shit, yeah.

ID: or he'll just rub his head on me.

WC: ~(That's precious and I love your lusus)

WC: ~(SA, are you not around domestic animals often? :( )

SA: Oh, cats sometimes rub their heads on ankles.

SA: No, not really.

WC: ~(My Paintball does that all the time) WC: ~(He'll just rub my legs and sometimes try to trip me) WC: ~(He's adorable)

SA: I want to meet... your lusus, Hadean. Horned hoofbeast is not specific enough.

SA: I wish I could have a cat, but unfortunately.

SA: Is paintball a cat?

WC: ~(Yep~)

ID: well come by and you can meet him. bring him an apple and he'll be your friend forever.

WC: ~(ID and my other friend were covered in paint when they brought him in) WC: ~(And they had apparently been involved in a paintball war and got him out of a tree) WC: ~(So they say ;P) WC: ~(And now he's mine and I love him)

WC: ~(I can send you pictures of mine if you'd like SA)

SA: Oh, right, I'm on my way to pick up your flowers again.

SA: Please do.

SA: I love cats.

ID: sweet. do i get sushi too.

WC: ~(https://gyazo.com/e8c8dd919483d303548908110ca0d8d9)

WC: ~(Lookit!)

SA: I need six.

SA: yes, i will bring you a sushi plate.

WC: ~(If I see any kitten adoption boxes, I'll tell you!)

SA: thank you.

RS: | Oh | Are You Delivering Sushi | ? | =:P |

SA: to Hadean, yes.

SA: Oh, i left his bouqet on your patio. I apologize.

ID: i'm probably gonna clear out of this hotel room soon pris, so. we can meet up somewhere.

RS: | Oh | That's Fine | I Saw | and Put It In Water | So | RS: | They should be Healthy Enough |

SA: thank you, Pheres.

SA: Where will we meet?

ID: where ever you want pris, name the place and i'll probably find it.

SA: mmm...

SA: Let's meet near the blue section of the fair. There is lemonade I would like to try before I go.

SA: I will see you soon then?

ID: got it, lemonade at the blue circle. try not to fall asleep. =:P

SA: I am wide awake for once, thankfully.

SA: ! here is my daily exclaimation point to prove it.

ID: well damn, can't argue that logic.

ID: sushi is weird. edible, but weird.

SA: it helps if you put soy sauce on the one with just salmon and rice.

SA: hello I'm back at my hotel

DD: wait are you putting soy sauce on sushi or just rice salmon DD: because i love sushi but ive never really had a chance to try it above water and its a little hard to find it around here now that im in the desert! DD: and i guess before i mostly ate it underwater and you can imagine how trying to put a liquid condiment on anything works in that context!

DD: besides soy sauce is salty and the ocean is already all about that

ID: ....uh yeah it's sushi. why are you in the desert. that seems like the worst place for a fish.

SA: sashimi, I believe. I'm sorry you aren't able to get it where you are. Maybe if you find a city?

ID: what the fuck is sashimi.

SA: soy sauce has flabor

RS: | Fish | ! |

DD: im in a city! DD: or i guess its more like a town because i guess its pretty quaint DD: im not sure how big cities have to be but there arent even any sky scrapers here!

RS: | | I Assume | ? | =:? |

SA: no, I'm stupid. It's nigiri 🍣

DD: and the ocean has flavor too but i guess the flavor is mostly called fish excrement which sounds a lot less appealing than soy sauce

ID: what the fuck is a nigiri.

DD: though i guess i dont know what soy sauce is made of either

SA: 🍣 the little fish slices with rice on the platter I brought you

ID: ...hah. soy sauce is made out of. soy?

DD: thats called nigiri yes!

DD: soy what though?? DD: like those little cubes of fake meat i heard those are soy too

SA: a big city would be much better for fish, yes. You should try to find a port. That would be the best place.

DD: though i dont see why you would want fake meat when you can just have some nice fish

ID: so they. all have their own name? that seems confusing.

DD: i thought i was going to be in a port!!! DD: its CALLED port mina

SA: yes. Sashimi is just fish. Fresh. Nigiri is fresh fish sliced with rice.

DD: but its just desert everywhere!

ID: heyyy port port.

SA: sushi is. Sushi

SA; why do you keep calling it port port...

DD: and SA thats like saying sandwiches are sandwiches!

SA: that sounds. Horrid

DD: like sure theyre all sandwiches but its not like a fish salad sandwich is the same as a cheeseburger!

ID: mina means port or whatever.

ID: so the name means port port.

DD: wait really? DD: i thought it was like

DD: mina meenah condesce

ID: i don't know. i think i remembered right.

DD: and maybe they just didnt know how to spell

ID: i mean. why would you name a lowblood town after the condesce.

II: To honor her, presumably.

II: But perhaps it's just a coincidence.

DD: well its not really entirely a lowblood town! DD: i just met up with the nicest blueblood banker they complimented my bow! DD: and yes of course theres no need to restrict honoring our lovely sovereign to specific castes!

DD: regardless i will be one very happy travelor if i find myself some sushi as unlikely as that is! DD: i miss eel

DD: eel is the best

II: ...goodness, I just looked up that town, what on Alternia are you doing in the desert, sovereign?

DD: especially acid-fried

II: Are you lost?

ID: congrats you met the most boring of the three bluebloods there i think.

DD: ... do you think i could order some of that to go?

DD: do they deliver to deserts?

ID: assume probably not.

II: Haha! I don't think anyone delivers that far.

DD: and of course im not lost! DD: im on vacation exactly where i need to be! DD: a working vacation i guess haha because im still working but regardless its all very sanctioned and work-related

DD: just some company troubles is all

DD: and oh really?

DD: ... not even if you pay them a lot?

ID: ...what are you working on in a lowblood town.

DD: i gave myself cravings 😢

II: Oh, well. That makes sense. But it does seem potentially bad for your health.

II: I hope you don't dry out.

ID: and i mean. they can try but by the time they get to you it'd be gross probs.

DD: fancy, fancy things that i cant tell you about for reasons related to nondisclosure agreements and also the integrity of my company! DD: but mostly starship things

DD: theres a helmstraining facility out here!

DD: theyre very helpful in that regard

ID: yeahhh there sure is.

II: Oh, a helm facility? Fascinating.

SA: helmstraining facility... in port Mina.

SA: unpleasant.

II: Oh, I see now. Station 11, is that right?

DD: well no not strictly in the city but the city (town??) is the closest place to

DD: yes station 11!!!

RS: | Oh | Don't Say That | Haha | RS: | Ah | We've got People Who Work There on Here | RS: | They would be | Distressed |

DD: the closest place to station 11 with you know beds and showers and things like that

ID: don't fret about it pris.

ID: i think the station mostly keeps to itself.

DD: and oh dear why is that unpleasant? DD: much more pleasant than requiring the poor locals to travel all the way out to where *Ii usually live!!

SA: I'm not fretting but after what Gliese said about the area I am surprised there would be one there.

SA: I am only concerned about the imperial hunters.

SA: and they are preoccupied right now.

ID: it's why gliese is there pris. now hush up.

DD: um!

DD: the what now?

SA: 🤷‍♀️ nothing

II: Imperial hunters? What, like legislacerators?

DD: wow that is all very suspicious

ID: the folks he works for sometimes, chillax.

DD: but also in that kind of edgy way people our age use when they want to be cool

SA: I don't want to he cool, thank you.

DD: so i will go ahead and buy in and i assure you im very impressed!!

II: Oh, don't be unkind, DD.

II: I'd say we don't have enough information to assume that.

DD: im not being unkind! DD: ... a little bit too forward maybe! DD: my apologies i was being entirely sincere!

SA: 🙄

II: Conclusions without cause and all.

ID: pris finds stuff, it's his job.

II: I for one am intrigued.

DD: thats a very generalized job description? DD: what kinds of things do you find? DD: lost items? DD: items that are lost after you find them? DD: fears?

DD: i read the most interesting story once about a psionic

ID: whatever he gets paid to find, duh.

DD: her powers were that she could find anything! and of course the writer write the trickiest plot twist DD: she eventually defeated her greatest enemy by finding his greatest fear!

SA: people, usually.

II: ...That sounds more like an empath's ability.

DD: and oh alright thats sensical of course i was just trying to inject some DRAMA into it

SA: yes. Much more empathetic

DD: well she could find items too!

SA: empaths can also detect an emotion attached to an item

ID: op main character please nerf.

II: I don't think this person had much experience of actual psiionics, abilities don't often intersect like that.

SA: 🤷‍♀️ sounds op to me 😂

DD: well i suppose so DD: i believe the writer was jade DD: i dont suppose they get out much to see anybody when theyve got all those cavern duties and such!

DD: and what does that mean SA?

II: Overpowered.

DD: the emotions i mean!

ID: typical highbloods writing about junk they know nothing about.

ID: uh.

DD: er

II: Oh, I think SA is amused.

ID: team edward or team lestat.

DD: no i mean

DD: oh goodness this chat moves quickly

DD: what does it mean that items have emotions attached to them?

SA: yes. I'm amused.

DD: and also team edward

SA: lets go with that.

DD: definitely edward

II: ...what

DD: also also i dont think a jadeblood really qualifies for a highblood haha

II: What are we even talking about now

RS: | ! | ! | Why Edward | ? |

DD: theyre just barely halfway!

II: Who are these trolls

ID: i'm rust, everything is high. =:P

II: Lestat and Edward

ID: man ii, get with the movies.

II: I'm usually too busy to go to the cinema, alas.

DD: well hes so romantic isnt he rs??? DD: he goes so far to show his dedication to his matesprit and oh

DD: i would love to have a matesprit that loves me that much

DD: sigh

RS: | It is a Delightful Media Chain | II | ! | RS: | Or | Er | Two |

SA: watching them sleep?

DD: (i would also love to have some smoked eel but i suppose we cant always get what we want)

SA: who are we talking about.

RS: | And | Oh | Haha | RS: | Yes | He is Rather Romantic | But | RS: | Isn't Lestat Moreso | ? |

RS: | Consider | His Dedication | ! |

SA: I thought Lestat was an utter prick

DD: to protect them!! DD: and because he just cant keep himself away DD: he is enamored

II: ...that sounds frankly disturbing, is this movie supposed to be a PSA about what to avoid in quadrants?

SA: perhaps.

DD: what no of course not!!!

SA: have you heard of its sequel? Fifty shades?

SA: 😂

DD: have you never considered that a quadrant might need protection??

II: Oh, _that._ I only know it because the firm gossiped about it.

II: It sounds dreadful.

DD: and oh my goodness DD: somebody lent me that book once!

DD: i er

DD: did not expect it to be about that kind of thing!

II: Any quadrant of mine would be quite capable of protecting themselves, without me having to _stare_ at them during the day, goodness.

ID: 50 shades, some dumb little rust gets manipulated to fuck by a highblood. unhealthy as fuck from the reviews i'm reading.

II: Truly atrocious, I agree, ID.

DD: well im sure he wasnt just sitting there staring at them the whole time that sounds awfully boring

RS: | Oh | But | II | ! |

DD: thats not the way its meant to be read and really i think youre extrapolating an awful lot from that scene!

RS: | It's not about |- NEEDING -| to Watch Them throughout the Day |

RS: | It is a Testament to the Strength of His Pity | that He would Choose to Do So |

DD: its about the dedication it takes to

DD: yes!

DD: he loves them!

SA: we found someone more idealistic than me

RS: | It's Really Quite Romantic |

sA: I am so pleased

II: ...It sounds like a frank waste of time and like he doesn't trust them.

II: Which is incredibly troubling.

ID: seems fucking intrusive and creepy to me.

DD: really! DD: you lot are making an awful lot of assumptions about the nature of a relationship especially you II given you havent even read the novel!

RS: | Haha | Well | RS: | Passion often Does Seem Unsettling to the Less Romantic of Us | =:P |

II: At this point I don't think I need to.

II: I am quite romantic!

II: But I think I have rather...different ideals.

ID: i mean i guess, sure. =:P

DD: well i for one would love to have a matesprit that shows that sort of passion and dedication

II: To me, respecting my quadrants' privacy seems a lot more romantic.

SA:I find most of twilights actions to e infantilizing their lover

SA: they cannot possibly help themselves and so forth

DD: have you ever read a pity romance novel sa???

RS: | That They would do Anything for Them |

DD: the point is the pity

II: ...if they would do anything for them, why not _show_ them performing some daring act. It sounds like proposing that a law is sound because of its intensity, and not actually trying to prove it based on evidence of its effectiveness.

SA: pitying someone is different form thinking of them as an invalid

RS: | But | He was Feeling Lovelorn | Wasn't That Right | DD | ? |

DD: its not a reflection of the respective relationship members capabilities but rather the depths of the pity they feel for one another

RS: | Oh | He Does | ! |

DD: well they do that too ii!!

II: What happened to showing pity through gifts or affection. My goodness.

SA: if someone treated me that way I would remove them

DD: you all strike me as rather unromantic sorts i am afraid

II: Nonsense!

DD: aside from rs of course

SA: he constantly interferes in her business and then acts like she can't be helped when another individual "enters his turf"

II: On one of my dates, the lovely girl I was accompanied by presented me with a very charming wildlife specimen.

II: It was incredibly sweet!

RS: | Ah | But | Prisma | RS: | What Makes It so Romantic is the Fact She Regularly Offers up the Opportunity for Him to Do So |

RS: | It is a Reciprocated Pity |

DD: alternative interpretation! DD: he helps them when they are struggling and goes out of his way to prove his loyalty in the face of pushy competitors!

RS: | Otherwise | Why | It would Just be Alarming |

DD: and yes also what rs said!

II: But it was of her own volition and not some sort of...I don't even know what to call this, from what I hear about it, some sort of bizarrely compelled dysfunction?

DD: whatever do you mean??

SA: but she wanted nothing to do with him multiple times...

DD: of course the relationship was of both participatnts volitions DD: and sa really if somebody wants nothing to do with another person who is if you recall warning her away then would she really continue returning to him?

DD: this is what i mean by unromantic! DD: its as though you have never flirted before

II: ...this sounds like remarkably inconsistent behavior. Perhaps she is unwell.

DD: what??

DD: its playing hard to get

SA: it sounds like someone who has been entrapped and is completely dependent on their lover

II: That sounds ridiculous.

SA: due to abuse

DD: and showing that despite what you may say at times you are deeply invested in a relationship

DD: what

SA: 😡

II: If you want to be with someone, why would you dance around the issue?

DD: in what way is she entrapped and dependent???????????

II: And pretend otherwise?

DD: because you dont want to look desperate!!

II: It is not desperate to want to be with someone...?

SA: she told him to leave and he came back and got her repeatedly

SA: some people aren't playing hard to get they want to e left alone

II: Indeed, SA is right.

DD: yes and then he left and told her not to follow and she went after him anyways and its called being there for each other

SA: but hard to get is a convenient excuse to keep pursuing them beyond their comfort

II: ...that sounds like ignoring consent, to me.

DD: they save each other many times in this way!!

DD: and you still didnt answer about your entrapment comment!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SA: if a friend followed me when I told them not to follow I would be upset because it would have jeopardized them

RS: | Oh | Some People Are just Keen to be Left Alone | And That is an Important Thing to Know | But | RS: | You |- DON'T -| want to Look Desperate |

SA: and I clearly was handling it

RS: | That is a Valid Way to Feel | Prisma | But | Oh | Consider | If | Hmm |

II: Certainly, there are times when a moirail or ashen leaf might know better for their partners, but even then, such things ought to be discussed consensually.

RS: | Also | They Are Your Matesprit |

II: And particularly in a red(?) relationship, as I assume this to be, it is extremely uncouth to interfere with your partner so.

II: ...that is called life. You can't always be with your matesprit, that would make the relationship hugely uncomfortable. You have to trust them.

ID: okay from what i'm reading this edward is really possessive.

RS: | Mm | ! | But Wouldn't You Wonder | If They had been Saying Do Not Follow Them | RS: | Simply to Look More Pitiable to You | ? |

RS: | Flushed Romance is Mirror to Pale Romance |

RS: | And That is a Classic Trope |

DD: also additionally i think you are greatly overexaggerating her desire to be left alone! DD: she never tells him to leave multiple times she is like maybe kind of miffed one time and then is always very happy to have him present! DD: you are all talking so much about how clearly she wants to be left alone and hates him and are ignoring the fact that its written from her point of view when it is made very clear that she is deeply in love and adores having him around and thinks about him all the time

ID: does the bellae character have other quads?

RS: | She Eventually Becomes Pitch with the Dayshifter |

II: ...if someone told me to not follow them, I would assume they were thinking clearly and not like a cheaply written romance novel.

RS: | After a Long Period of Attempted Red Courtship | in Which She is Torn Between Him and Edward |

ID: and how does. edward react to the blossoming black relationship?

DD: yes except he followed her because his psionic clademember warned him she was in danger not beause he was just randomly following her!!!!

DD: and then he saved her life!!

DD: because he loves her!!

DD: also for people that are very concerned with the potential lack of consent in this relationship you are doing an awful lot of ignoring of bellaes feelings and all the times she makes it very clear she loves and appreciates edward!

SA: no because I like to believe the people I surround myself with would be willing to tell me the truth of their situation and not trying to pity flirt with me

II: ...did she ASK the psiionic clademember to keep an eye on her.

RS: | So Being Jealous would be Silly |

ID: ...what.

RS: | II | You should Read the Book | ! |

RS: | The Books |

II: ...seconding the what.

RS: | Or | Well | No | That would Take Ages | And I Am Sure You are Very Busy |

RS: | Watch the Films | ! | =:B |

SA: what to what

II: I'm sorry, still a bit hung up over the _descendant_ part. Is Bellae rust?

ID: darn. my lack of speakers would make a movie hard. what a shame.

II: Otherwise how would she have had a descendant around so quickly...

ID: is she? man i'm sick of the simpering rust tropes.

RS: | Bellae is Jade | It is Hard to Realise at Some Points | Given That She Hates the Sunlight |

RS: | But That is How She is Able to be Turned into a Rainbowdrinker in the Last Book |

RS: | You can't Turn a Rust into a Drinker |

RS: | That would be Silly | =:B |

ID: haaah.

II: I didn't know that, Pheres.

II: But how ridiculous.

II: That sounds _full_ of plot holes, if nothing else.

DD: well thats an easy criticism to levy at any work of popular media and honestly at this point it feels like you are just attacking this particular work by making wild assumptions about how and why things in it happened without having read the book

DD: and its kind of hurtful!

DD: and i fell like ive gotten into a mess in terms of first impressions 😦

DD: i dont remember the last time ive felt this unfriendly!

SA: my head hurts.

DD: that is unfortunate have you considered taking any painkillers??

ID: go nap pris.

RS: | Oh | II | I am Afraid We are not Writers | =:( | RS: | So | Ah | It would be Better For You to See For Yourself |

RS: | Or | Read the Summaries Online | ! |

II: ...DD, how experienced are you with chatrooms?

RS: | It is Much Less Alarming than You are Reading It As |

DD: additionally i have heard that certain herbal sinus cleanses and some magnetic treatments work wonders

ID: if you need one. you're at the hotel and all.

DD: and i am not very experienced with chatroom unfortunately ii! DD: why????? that is a very foreboding statement!

II: Ah, well. This sort of thing isn't uncommon. You will often find people who disagree with you, I'm afraid. It isn't personal, usually.

SA: I have to get my things to the station

SA: no, I get headaches for other reasons, DD

SA: anyways

ID: yeah in chatrooms there's no consequences for speaking your mind so. get used to arguments dd.

II: I didn't mean any offense against you. I simply don't like the sound of these narratives.

DD: well then you should maybe read them like rs said i think you have gotten a very misrepresented idea of what the story actually entails!

DD: but oh my goodness im not sure if having bad relationships with people is necessarily the same thing as no consequences!

DD: i would much rather be on good terms with people DD: i suppose i just became quite flustered in this particular case because i have really admired the twilight series for quite a while

II: Bad relationships? I don't think any less of you.

DD: ive always thought it would be very nice to have a matesprit like edward!

II: You just like something different.

DD: and oh in that case i am very happy to hear that

SA: I do primarily because I don't like being called edgy and suspicious

SA: otherwise I don't care

ID: yeah arguments on the chatroom mean little if you don't let them.

DD: in my experience disagreement particularly of the degree of vehemence i achieved breeds dislike so i am glad it did not in this case DD: and in that case sa you have my sincerest apologies!!

DD: i did not mean to be hurtful and simply intended to make a friendly joke but i see now that it was ill aimed and i will refrain from calling you those things in the future!

II: Vehemence? I don't think anyone here felt truly vehement.

RS: | It could be Worse | DD | RS: | You could have Wished for a Matesprit like Jakobe | =:B |

DD: hahaha that is true!

ID: what's wrong with jakobe.

SA: thank you

ID: other than his. flushness for descendants?

DD: well for one thing his propensity for property destruction

DD: and that

DD: also that

DD: well

SA: so everything

DD: i mean it wasnt quite like that

SA: 😄

DD: but really he was being awfully pushy in light of bellaes clear dedication and love to edward!

DD: hes not a particularly awful sort but really he had no right to be placing bellae into that position

ID: i thought someone said she was undecided between them. or was that earlier.

DD: especially while she was mourning the supposed death of her last quadrant!

DD: she was not thinking straight!!

ID: all i'm getting out of this is that this girl wanted to pail mythical creatures. =:I

RS: | Who wouldn't Be | ? | But It is Unkind to Encourage Someone to Pursue That Curiousity | ! |

RS: | Hahaha | Oh | Heavens |

ID: oh okay.

DD: well yes id that is part of the allure isnt it?? DD: though with um maybe less coarse language DD: they only kissed in the books!

DD: and yes they ARE romance novels

ID: hey.

ID: 50 shades is supposed to be about romance isn't it.

RS: | Hahaha |- NO -|

RS: | That is a Vicious Lie |

DD: i was under the impression it was meant to be about pailing!

RS: | Exactly | ! |

SA: kink 101 at clown university

II: ...I'm very glad - what

RS: | | | Um |

DD: at least DD: it was DD: after i realized what it was actually about

RS: | Oh My |

DD: 😦

II: I'm sorry, _what_ .

RS: | I would Like to Unenroll From that Class |

DD: um!!!

ID: pris i swear you need to stop bringing that up at the weirdest times.

SA: it applied to fifty shades

II: ...as an honorary church member I suddenly feel rather uncomfortable.

SA: believe me I pick and choose when I say it.

DD: is there a not weird time to bring up something like that???

RS: | I | I don't Think It Does | ? |

DD: because that just seems weird overall!!!

RS: | I do Wonder |

SA: the entirety of fifty shades is poorly constructed relationships around a poor execution of a fetish...

ID: ...ket's switch to the other drinker. lestat.

ID: he looks like a tool.

RS: | Oh | He doesn't | ! |

DD: im afraid i dont know about that one!

DD: oh!

DD: oh goodness

DD: no he looks really very dashing

DD: his hair is lovely ❤

ID: the google images all have him looking like he's trying too hard to seem mysterious and dashing.

RS has attached LESTATISNOBLE.jpeg to the chat!

RS: | Look at That |

RS: | He's not |- TRYING -|

DD: ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

ID: his nose is crooked.

DD: it adds character!

RS: | Yes | Isn't It Dashing | ? | It is a Careful Character Flaw | ! |

ID: oh okay so he wasn't recently hit in the face.

II: Mm. He is all right, I suppose.

RS: | It Shows He is Capable of Violence | Yet | Also Capable of Weakness | RS: | Of Being Made Vulnerable by a Greater Foe | ! |

RS: | Also Known As | Deeply Pitiable | =:P |

DD: +^+

ID: hahah he gets wrecked by the other rainbowdrinkers?

DD: oh dear! DD: im certain he doesnt but really even if he does DD: i would find tending to his wounds very agreeable ❤

ID: i like the other rainbowdrinker better of the two.

RS: | And Fights Frequently with the Rest |

RS: | But It is the Way of Rainbowdrinkers |

RS: | Unfortunately | ! |

ID: i mean if you say so, i bow to your mastery of rainbowdrinkers. =:P

RS: | Haha | I don't Know If I'd call It Mastery | RS: | I've only Ever Read Those Two Series | ! | RS: | Clearly | DD is the True Master of Rainbowdrinkers | Given His | Her | ? | Wide Range of Knowledge | =:B |

DD: !!!

DD: i mean!!

DD: i wouldnt say that DD: i am just very fond of romance novels haha

DD: and the supernatural ones are just

DD: they are even better!!

ID: why are they better?

DD: because they add twist to the dynamics! DD: they tend to be more tragic and dramatic and romantic

ID: i don't get the appeal of a quad that'll eat you.

II: I admit I feel similarly.

II: Ah, by _quite a lot?_

DD: well thats the point isnt it! DD: that they are so dedicated to you the thought would never cross their mind DD: or if it does it is an example of their great love for you that they dedicate their strength and fortitude towards overcoming such desires so that they might be with you because their love is so much more to them!

DD: and yes really its not as though the average troll could not simply kill you as well

II: I wouldn't want a potential quadrant to view me as a meal, thank you.

DD: and drink your blood i suppose if they were so inclined though i think that would be

DD: weird

RS: | And | Unhygeniec | =:) |

II: Just a _tad_.

ID: i mean most trolls don't have to cull to survive.

ID: like. literally survive off of eating trolls.

II: I cull for my job! But usually I am culling trolls who are dangers to others, or who are causing different types of harm by going against Imperial law.

II: I would not cull wantonly; terrible discipline.

ID: that sounds... fun ii.

II: Well, I am a legislacerator!

II: It is my purpose.

ID: huh. neat.

DD: oh my goodness this conversation took a little bit of a dark turn DD: i apologize i was absent because i was looking for more pictures of lestat DD: i wish my hair was that long it looks looooovely DD: but unfortunately both my hair and my horns have recently found themselves quite short!! DD: im afraid my countenance will never recover DD: but! regardless! i do think i rather agree with rs!

II: A dark turn? Not really.

ID: long hair is the best hair, it's true.

II: Long hair is very lovely! I unfortunately would find it inconvenient, though.

II: Too potentially dangerous for my job.

DD: its also rather cumbersome underwater and our lovely sovereigns ability to manage such wondrous locks as hers is impressive as well as beautiful!

ID: braids help everything.

DD: unfortunately i have recently burned off the majority of mine and it is now styled into quite a short cut!

II: A braid is still an opportunity for an enemy to grab it, though, unfortunately, or for it to get caught.

ID: yeah, you gotta not have too sensitive a scalp. Also braid spikes.

II: Braid spikes?

ID: spikes you braid in to the hair.

II: How fascinating!

II: I have never seen such a thing.

II: It sounds potentially useful, but also possibly injurious to the user.

ID: i mean. i make mine with psi when i do it. but i'm sureee they exist in a metal form. maybe.

II: Hm!

II: Still an intriguing concept.

RS: | Oh | Yes | They Do | ! | I've Worn Those on Occasion | rs: | They're Woven into Your Hair | So | Ah | Only Hazardous if You have a Habit of Handling It | Haha |

II: I see!

ID: see, i knew i wasn't crazy.

II: I wouldn't think you were. You seem quite mentally sound.

ID: jury's still out on that one. =:P

II: Haha, well, surely it isn't my place to judge.

II: Perhaps someone who knows you better could give sufficient testament.

ID: uhhh...

SA: oh is no one going to say anything

ID: my sanity is just that inspiring pris.

SA: if only

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