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just read this absolutely gorgeous passage
"Neanderthals are probably not versions of ourselves. The common features of all humans in the time since humans have been human don't seem to apply to our creature. Not only is it different, it is also extinct. And it did not merge into us, diluted in our genes like a sugar cube dissolving in hot water. Its genes in us are so rare and so unevenly distributed in the human population that we can now be certain that the key to this extinction does not lie in an improbable tale of cannibal love where the disappearing human provides the matrix for the new humanity. This idea that some of us are the inheritors of a disappeared humanity is a bizarre illusion. In reality, cross-breeding and hybridization between different species are commonplace in the natural world. There are felids, canids, ursids, suidae, and they are usually interfertile; we are surrounded by tigrons, ligers, boar-pigs or pig-boars, but these biological chimerae do not in any way illuminate the destiny of lions, tigers, pigs or wild boars. What a strange idea, what a paradox, to link a human extinction to a love story, a total, absolute, cannibalistic form of love in which one is dissolved in the other. True, it's a nice story, easy on the ear. No human extinction, but rather a loving fusion: 1+1=1. Goodbye, my other half, I loved you…"
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I’m having way too much fun with these prompts, I apologize in advance if I send too many 🥹
[ TAUNT ] for one muse to flirt with a third party to try and get the other to act possessively. (The one flirting being the MC)
[ TAKE ] for one muse to passionately kiss the other, fueled by jealousy.
And the RO is Cadmus.
I may or may not have an unhealthy love for jealousy and possessiveness 🫣
My beloved anon I forgot about this ask! Forgive me. I hope this is good enough!
Warning Unedited!
You were aware of his presences but at the same time you did not care. Didn't he disappear for over a month? You couldn't even contact him. You had tried questioning Nightingale, about his whereabouts but she was tight-lipped.
Your eyes flittered over the banquet hall, in boredom. Yesenia was nestled in the arms of Trysten with a smug look on her face. She looked as if she had won the noble prize of the year. The empress clinked, her wine glass gently with her spoon. The banquet hall quieted down as everyone gave her their undivided attention.
"It brings me great joy to see you all gathered here on this special occasion," The empress said earnestly. "It was not too long ago our imperial city was invaded by those cannibalistic fiends. But because of one woman's act of bravery, we're still able to see the heir to the throne reach the age of adulthood. Let us raise our glass to Lady Anaya."
Your eyelids drooped gloomily. To think this scheming bitch would have the audacity to even mention the OH mother. You frowned irritatably. Something tugged at the confinement of your heart, wanting to break free. Your hold tightened on your wine glass until your knuckles turned white. "Pretentious." You spat under your breath.
You pressed your hand against your chest to calm down your racing heart.
"Are you alright MC?" Atticus whispered in your ears. His warm lips brushed against your skin, making you shiver against your will.
"Instructor!" You responded, nervously. You quickly distanced yourself from him. His eyes darkened.
Both your eyes locked and he slowly raised his wine glass to his lips. "Where you expecting someone else?" He asked after donning his drink in one gulp. His angelic light green eyes peered at you in inquiry and doubt. Atticus slowly took a step forward.
There it was again that familiar breath. This was the same feeling you felt when you met, Cadmus the first time. You licked your dry lips, to hide the panic in your eyes. "A little birdie told me today was your birthday, instructor." You blurted out, in hopes of changing the topic.
A look of shock flickered in his eyes. Your fingers curled into your palms. Is it a coincidence, that Atticus and Cadmus birthday is on the same day? Or is it that you're over thinking things?
Atticus expression closed up. "MC you're mistaken."
"Am I?" Your mouth twisted, into a fake smile. "Nevertheless instructor I brought you a gift. I hope you don't dislike it." A beautiful moon-shaped pendant dangled loosely from your fingers.
Atticus fingers trembled. The wine glass crashed to the floor. His lips were pursed into a thin line.
"Would you wear it for me instructor?"
Atticus swallowed nervously. He took a step back, clenching and unclenched his fist, sadness clouded his features. "That is not necessary."
"Instructor you have such a beautiful neck-"
Atticus ears flushed red at your compliment. You couldn't help moving towards him until you were standing toe to toe with him. Unlocking the pendant, you tipped on your toes to place it around his neck. Your fingers grazed against his neck. His hot breath enveloped your entire body, dispelling the chilled air.
"You-"
Atticus didn't even get to finish what he wanted to say. You were wrenched from his arms. Terror overtook your face when you came eye to eye, with a pair of swirling blood red eyes. "Cadmus you're here." You said calmly, with a forced smile.
Cadmus stared at you expressionlessly.
Atticus warm palms clamped down on your wrists holding you captive. Now your body was trapped between two men, who was brimming with hostility. Atticus fingers slowly caressed your wrist soothingly.
"Cadmus Glaurung. I would say it's an honour to meet you, but honestly it's not." Atticus said, with a look of insincerity.
Cadmus snickered. "Atticus Levesque. Long time no see."
The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. You felt as if you should explain yourself before this escalates. "Cadmus I-"
"Why haven't you claimed them as yet?" Atticus asked coldly. Bright flecks of gold flickered in his eyes. "I am disheartened to think you and I have known each other for eons and not once have you mentioned me."
"Let her go." Gloomy eyes, peered at Atticus. If you weren't standing in the middle of these men, Cadmus would have probably ripped Atticus throat out.
"Or what Cadmus? They belong to me, just as how they you."
Cadmus eyes flashed with indescribable anger. Leaning close, his freezing lips pressed against yours in a bruising kiss. Both your teeth knocked together. But that did not stop Cadmus. He forcefully sucked your tongue into his month. Your legs trembled and you sagged against him. You were most certainly not regretting attempting to flirt with Atticus. Your stomach tingles in anticipation. You wanted this man to toss you on top of the buffet table and claim you infront of Atticus!
Cadmus nipped at your lips with his fangs. "You're still here?" Cadmus asked lazily, with a wide bloodthirsty smile.
Atticus took a deep breath. "You need to tell them the truth. Or I fucking will."
"Remember Atticus, you were the one who clawed your way out of the abyss. I never forced you out!"
"You're a madman! Your possessiveness will lead to their demise once again! Can't you see you're doing them more harm than good......"
Cadmus laughed maniacally."Shut up! Even now you're still gullible. You make me sick." Milky white sparks of light swirled around Cadmus fingertips, with a flick of wrist his sword unsheath itself. The cold light glint off the blade, as it flew towards Atticus with unfathomable speed that could not be seen with the human eyes.
#Cadmus ask#jealousy#possessive red eye man#atticus#i couldn't help myself. As soon as Atticus approached the MC my thoughts flew out the window#i will tackle the other ask tomorrow when my mind is fresh!#This is the second time to try posting this ask#my shitty internet is acting up!#lovely anon#thank you for the ask#banquet#a brief mention of the crown Prince and Yesenia. 👀 they ain't shit.#i deserve a treat for actually typing up something that could lead to more. time to make a cup of tea!#have a good day one and all
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THE ERRANTEL
[ More info below the cut! ]
Due to popular demand, I finally made a ref sheet for the species my Swap Benrey’s belongs to- the Errantel.
Their name, originally, had no human translation, since they are not from Earth. Benrey himself describes it as loosely translating to “Unkillable hobo”, though Tommy thought it was too long, and seemed... rude, almost. So, with the help of his friend Forzen, they came up with the term Errantel; a combination of the words for “immortal wanderer” in french.
Biologically, Errentel are very interesting species, as they’ve earned their reputation for being “unkillable”. They’re essentially the equivalent of giant, interdimensional tardigrades. They can withstand nearly all conditions- the vacuum of space, temperatures hot enough to usually make things combust, and temperatures nearing true zero. This grants them safety when they manage to worm their way through dimensions and travel to different planets that might be otherwise inhabitable.
Not only that, but they are also proficient at rudimentary “shapeshifting”- they can compress and expand the mass of their form, ranging from very very small to extremely large; rivaling skyscrapers. Their average size is normally a healthy in between- the size of a two-story house (the size that Benrey took during the final battle).
They can also shift the amount of limbs, mouths, eyes, and other features they possess, with some restrictions mentioned above. This allows Benrey to take an arguably very humanlike form to better fit in with his coworkers. Their diet is extremely varied. Their near unkillable state and rapid healing is because of their physiology. In short- their body is made of completely different things than ours, so they need a wide range of nutrients and minerals to stay healthy and unkillable. This is what causes the most competition amongst them- sometimes even eating other Errantels for the specific nutrients in their bodies.
Socially, they’re sapient; generally human-level intelligence, sometimes slightly above (mostly due to their outstanding lifespans). How they are seen, however, varies wildly between dimensions, planets, species and societies. In some places, they’re considered normal people. They could, arguably, wander into a space McDonald’s and get a job, and be treated as a normal person. In other places, they’re considered wild beasts, to be avoided or even hunted for sport.
Amongst their own species, they’re pretty extreme. Honestly, because of their extreme lifespans and nearly unkillable status, the only thing keeping their population in check is... well, their own species, and the fact that they’re so widespread.
When an Errantel meets another (or honestly, any species they see as ‘equals’), they see them as competition. Rivals, in a sense. One of the few things that can truly threaten them. And so, their main goal is to remove that competition by any means necessary. This can go one of three ways:
Put enough distance between them that they don’t have to compete. This is pretty easily done, considering they can worm through dimensions and travel through the void of space to reach entirely new planets.
Kill each other. Errantels are, unfortunately, highly cannibalistic. The can and will eat other Errantels if they see them as threats, or even as weaker. Some of them will even eat their eggs and young in times of duress or if they simply don’t want to have any at the moment.
Become partners. And I don’t put that lightly- Errantel ‘partnerships’ are almost complete codependency; putting their full trust, safety, heart and soul into each other. They’ll trust each other with their lives, share their food, young- and even other partners. It’s not unusual to have a group of 2-5 Errantels all in a polyamorous partnership. This eliminates the competition and threat of death through a much more friendly way.
So, a meeting between two Errantels usually starts as a long winded display at a distance, dancing around each other and judging whether or not they’re going to partner up, fight, or flee. There are no half-measures among them- you will almost never see two Errantel hanging out together for fun. Though, of course, in a social situation, most of them can behave long enough to share a space in a formal environment (think about having to go to a meeting with your ex. Sure, you don’t like it and there’s tension, but you put up with it for formalities).
When communicating, Errantels use a communication system composed of a high-dense light, sound, and color they can expel from their mouth, which can help communicate emotions both visually and sensually (”Sweet voice”). My guide for Sweet Voice is the same one I use for the Errantels. They’re very intelligent, however, and commonly learn other languages as well.
When it comes to reproducing, Errantel can go two ways. They can reproduce both sexually and asexually! All Errantels have both bits, so any Errantell can reproduce with another. When done sexually, it’s pretty much only ever with those they’ve partnered with- there’s very little ‘infidelity’ amongst partnerships, or even one night stands for single Errantels. The children produced are just like humans in where they can have features of both parents, though other mutations are pretty common.
When done asexually, it is something they can choose to do if they want a child but either don’t have any partners, or their partner can’t reproduce for some reason. Young produced this way are usually very similar to the parent- if not identical- but not always! Due to variations in DNA and self-alteration of sexual cells, as well as mutations, asexually produced young are usually slightly-off versions of the parent. Joshua, for example, was created this way- he’s almost identical to Benrey in every way except for a slightly different skin tone, and different colored eyes.
Also, because they don’t differ at all between what’s in their pants and travel so many dimensions, Errantel have little care for gender or how they’re perceived. Most will go by whatever neutral pronouns a language has, or will simply use any pronoun- though of course, some do enjoy being gendered and are free to do so.
Errantels also lay eggs. They’re usually in batches of 1-3; any larger and you risk the parents eating the extras to save resources. They’re usually the size of chicken eggs, and Errantel will often shift down smaller during this to hide away and go unnoticed.
A freshly hatched Errantel simply looks like a very small adult- except for the fact that their ‘fur’ is white instead of black, and they’re usually much more covered in it. As they become juveniles, their white fur quickly starts molting away into the signature black color.
Once their fur is molted into being fully black, they’re technically able to survive on their own. However, good parents often keep them around much longer than this, until they’ve reached full and true maturity. Once they’re old enough, they usually voluntarily leave to go find their own territories and partnerships!
Errantels can continue to breed throughout their whole lifetimes, and so their territory will often be surrounded by the territories of their children- and so each child reared often has farther and farther to travel to reach an uninhabited space. This can be quite dangerous, but most make it. And thus, the whole cycle starts again!
FAQ
So this is what your Benrey is? Sort of. Mainly just my Swap AU Benrey and Joshua- my other Benreys are all completely different, really.
What the fuck is your Swap AU? It’s my Roleswap AU for HLVRAI. Benrey is the scientist and Gordon is the guard, etc etc. You can find out more about it here, and this is the tag I have for it on my tumblr!
Can I make an OC of this species? Fuck yeah! Go nuts, dude! The only thing I ask of you is that 1) You give credit if anyone asks what they are, and 2) send them to me! I’d love to see them!
If I do make an OC/Use this species, does it have to be HLVRAI? Nope. Because they travel dimensions, they can arguably appear in any media- if you want you can use them for anything. Original universes, other fandoms, other AUs of any sort, etc etc! Same rules apply as above- credit, and I’d like to see them!
Can they be albino/melanistic/piebald? I’m gonna say yes because it’s cool as hell. Love that shit.
My question isn’t answered here! Help??? I have an ask box and you are 100% welcome to use it! I’d love to talk more about these guys and anything I didn’t cover.
#my art#swap au#xenobiology#...fuck it.#hlvrai#ask to tag#potentiallly#eye horror#?#ok to rb!#errantels
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thanks for the tag @angelfishofthelord <3
rules: list my ten of my favorite female characters and tag people ~
not listed in any particular order:
KATHERINE PIERCE (the vampire diaries) - katherine my beloved not a day goes by when i don't miss you queen, my number one forever ily
MEG MASTERS (spn) - the one who always had her priorities straight, the original cas girl, you did not deserve to die </3
CAROLINE FORBES (tvd) - you are my sunshine my only sunshine, the optimistic always smiling control freak my beloved. i loved seeing you go absolutely mad.
REBEKAH MIKAELSON (the originals) - nothign compares to you!!!
JODY MILLS (spn) - if i had that kind of supporting mother figure in my life i would have been much better in my adult life now
OCTAVIA BLAKE (the 100) - my one and only apocalyptic queen. the range she has. from a scared younger sister to a cannibalistic ruler to a soft auntie. ily
CLARKE GRIFFIN (the 100) - i hate what they did to you in the last season, i choose to pretend season 7 never happened.
GEMMA TELLER (sons of anarchy) - this bitch. i hate her but i love her. always. i aspire to be all knowing like her.
JULIET BURKE (lost) - the softest bad bitch i have ever seen, smart doctor, and she also gets to hook up with sawyer so there's also that!
ARIA MONTGOMERY (pretty little liars) - sweetie you deserved to be the Big A, bonus points for hooking up with hot english professor, i do not care how inappropriate it wast
bonus
BLAIR WALDORF (gossip girl) - like do i even need to explain myself here. she was awesome.
ALISON DILAURENTIS (pll) - everyone was afraid of her. literally the fear her name awoke in everyone's eyes. true inspiration.
and HERMIONE GRANGER - my badass bookworm, my beloved witch, the girl i projected on so much when i was a teenager
featuring AUDREY HORNE (twin peaks) - girl. you were awesome. also acting Like That around agent cooper is very relatable.
tagging some beloved mutuals (ofc no pressure): @slipper007 @damonlandias @12x23 @fellshish @crowcanekaz @bluishorange @emzwolf
#thanks for the tag i love tag games#plus i am alone at home and really craving interactions so#<333#tag games#mutuals
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Mobile masterlist p.2
Since the first masterlist can no longer take any more sections, I’m attempting to make a second masterlist for those on mobile.
Super Junior reactions
they are jealous
accidentally kicked in the privates while wrestling
all the members are in love with the same 98 liner
Eunhyuk gets a vaccination
helping you recover from a Lecion
their partner has low self-esteem
BigBang reactions
His partner sells drugs to a celebrity
discovering their partner is a tazza
EXO reactions
1 Drying their patner’s hair after showers (fluff)
Being in the ER after their child attempts suicide (sad/triggering)
Their partner agrees to let them adopt children (fluff)
their child is diagnosed with ADHD (slice of life+drama/family)
Their unborn baby might be abnormal (slice of life+drama/family)
Their boyfriend wants to top (smut/sexual)
Their child comes out as transgender (slice of life+drama/family)
His partner proposes to him
His partner knows how to massage
Their partner denies that they are sick
They’re are in a Daddy/child age play relationship (smut/sexual)
Worrying about their pregnant partner overworking (angst)
Accidentally saying something about their secret relationship (dating)
Their child dies from cancer (sad/triggering)
Watching the filthy Frank show (viewing)
Watching John Cena vines (viewing)
Their partner continues to train with an abusive ballet teacher
Meeting a child who’s hiding from the doctors (fluff)
Having an overly attached partner
Hearing you sing TaTu’s songs (viewing)
Watching CL’s Hello Bitches video (viewing)
Their child shows them their self-harm scars (sad/triggering)
When their partner is the real sculptor of Rom muecks artwork (fictional)
Visiting a horror house with their partner
Receiving another figging punishment but being consoled afterward (smut/sexual)
Giving their bulimic partner medicine
Their partner wants to remain a Tazza even after being beaten up (fictional)
Their anorexic partner won’t let them give them an IV (sad/triggering)
Fighting with their daughter (drama/family)
They slap you during a fight (drama/family)
Dating someone who is similar to themselves (dating)
You cheat on them (angst)
You do the “now you see me” piranha tank stunt (fictional)
His daughter has an abusive boyfriend (drama/family+triggering)
You’re in Tove Lo’s High video (viewing+fictional)
Sehun dates Kaya Scodelario (dating)
Watching Rihanna’s Bitch better have my Money video (viewing)
Receiving a figging punishment (smut/sexual)
Their religious partner is afraid to kiss them
Their partner over practices ballet because they want to be the best
Their partner injures their should but continues practicing Acro-Dancing
Their partner hides their body curves because they’re self-conscious
making a Halloween pumpkin with their partner (fluff)
their partner suggesting an open relationship (dating)
Their partner plays Harley Quinn in the next Suicide Squad
their child kisses another members child that is the same gender
their boyfriend comes out to them as bisexual (slice of life/……)
walking in on their younger brother having sex with another member (smut/sexual)
showering with their significant other
they are doms and spank/punish you when you do something that’s not allowed (smut/sexual)
His boyfriend denies he has an eating disorder (sad/triggering)
seeing their partner featured in Jay Park’s Mommae mv (viewing+fictional)
his lover has an asthma attack and exo can’t find their inhaler
accompanying their daughter while getting an injection (family)
their partner swallows nails to hurt themselves (sad/triggering)
you’re really sad and tired so they try to comfort you (fluff)
you end up in jail for scamming a person and they pay the bail fee
Their partner says they are “friends with benefits” rather than partners (dating)
A youtuber they like covers their song
Their female friend walks out in a towel but it drops
seeing you fangirl to Bang Bang Bang (viewing)
Their partner lets people treat them badly (drama/family)
Their partner has anemia but won’t take any medicine (sad/triggering)
Finding out their partner is a cannibalistic serial killer (fictional)
Finding you cutting yourself in the bathroom (sad/triggering)
Awkward morning after a drunk one night stand (smut/sexual)
getting stuck in an elevator with a foreigner who speaks their language
First time with their boyfriend/partner (smut/sexual)
seeing your self-harm scars (sad/triggering)
Their idol crush steals their papel on Running Man
Their partner is a slow eater
meeting their child for the first time (fluff+family)
discovering their partner is a Tazza (fictional)
They find out you write fanfics about them
Their partner walks around the dorms in a hoodie and under and the others see
Saying their partner is cute around the other boys and one of them replies
finding out their partner was a gifter before meeting them (fictional)
you put a bra on top of their chest and take a picture while they sleep
his partner does illegal gambling (drama/family)
Their best friend’s partner is abusive (sad/triggering)
81 going with their partner to the doctor and the doctor makes an indecent preposition
EXO page 2
When they are crying and the ageplay mommy/daddy comforts them (Lay, baekhyun, Chen)
when they accidentally go into their “little space” (ageplay) (Lay, Baekhyun, Chen, Kyungsoo)
Their vampire partner refuses to turn them (Kris, Suho, Kyungsoo, Tao)
EXO/NCT announcing to their partner that they’re pregnant (Luhan, Baekhyun, Yuta, Ten)
Their partner doesn’t let them meet their child because they might be unhappy/accusing (lay, Sehun, Chanyeol, Chen)
being trapped in an elevator with their crush (Sehun, Chanyeol, Lay, Chen)
their partner’s child accusing them of replacing their mom (Suho, Baekhyun, Xiumin, DO, Kai)
Finding out they’re supposed to be the next victims of their serial killer partner (Kris, Chen, Lay)
Being insecure about their relationship because their partner already has a kid (Luhan, Chanyeol, Tao, Sehun)
A jealous fan tries to hurt his family
Finding out their partner is a demigod (fictional)
Their partner doesn’t eat much and won’t take vitamins
Their partner being in a mafia family but they cut all the ties to the mafia
His dom partner punishes him for worrying about them
his partner has ADHD (slice of life)
Being friends with benefits but realizing they love you
Ageplay (part 2)- when he’s the child in the relationship (role switch)
his partner trains with the abusive ballet instructor again (sad/triggering)
being rewarded by their dom after the figging punishment (smut/sexual)
When you stop eating after they finish eating bc you eat slowly
Discovering their partner is a virgin after having sex with them for the first time (smut/sexual)
Going w/ their religious partner to a confession
Making their partner feel good for their first time (smut/sexual)
Being punished for laughing about their Dom’s status (smut/sexual)
Their shy partner gets jealous of a hot waitress
Finding out they have speeding tickets
you’re pretty but don’t believe it (slice of life+drama/family)
Their teenage daughter gets pregnant (drama/family)
Their partner is addicted to a legal drug but it’s harmful
Catching their partner smoking weed at a party
30 Trying to feed you because you have an eating disorder (sad/triggering)
Their partner is afraid of injections and has to get vaccinated
Learning that their partner is pregnant with 4 kids instead of 1
When another member breaks up
Their partner gets bitten and is dying (zombie au)
Having “sexy time” with their partner and their parents/ other members catch them
What type of fathers they’d be (family)
seeing you dancing and singing sensuously to “sexy, naughty, bitchy”
wanting to be comforted when they’re upset
Hearing their partner puking in the bathroom, finding out they have an eating disorder (sad/triggering)
Their partner speaks english and spanish but is trying to learn korean/mandarin
Falling in love with a person with pixie hair
Their partner serves them breakfast in bed (edited 9/8/17)
seeing their partner dancing to country music
what sex with exo would be like (smut)
45 Finding out Luhan kidnapped Xiumin
Having to give up “sexy time” because their partner’s dog tries attacking them
They want to do stuff but you don’t get it (smut-ish)
when their bed breaks after a long night with their partner (smut)
their daughter wants to do their hair and makeup for a performance
Exo their long-time gf (sexualy active) wants them to take their tshirt off to sleep
you dress up for them and you’re that kind of person who doesn’t care about their appearance
you are partner (Polish) and you unconsciously start talking in your mother language (this is linked it just doesn’t look like it is)
coming home and finding their partner watching hsm and singing along
their idol partner can sing on Inkigayo and you hit INCREDIBLY high notes
If they’re in Hello Baby
their partner comes to them and want to hug them without a reason
finding out about their partner’s love of aquariums! especially florescent jellyfish
reaction to chen turning into a kitten
seeing their partner coming home completely wet from head to toe and pissed
coming home to find their partner eating ice cream & crying bc of a movie but they continuously ignore them because the movie is too good 61
Exo: reaction to kai’s short lived Instagram
when Sehun meets a girl not willing to deal with his sassiness
their crush, a trainee, nailing the high notes and also dances perfectly to their songs
finding out their partner turned into a vampire
coming home to see you and DO planning world domination
when you catch them checking you out (I think this is a repeat….)
finding out you have a naughty ( ;) ) piercing
seeing their model gf walk the catwalk for a Victoria Secrets Showcase
finding out you have a really sensitive part of you neck like Lay does
reacting to Lay watching My Little Pony
their partner gets scolded by their dance teacher because they’re not learning the dance quick enough 72
when their their partner does a lingerie cf
seeing a girl with short (boyish) hair
your mom doesn’t approve of the relationship
finding out that their partner smokes
they catch their partner drinking even though they know they had an alcohol addiction
their b/gf comes home late really drunk because you two had a huge fight.
their cousin undresses their b/gf in his mind
their partner puts their hand down their pants after their cousin flirts with them and yells “it’s in my every night” in front of their entire family 80
EXO page 3
(Yandere) types of yandere/ soft-sadistic mtl *not a reaction*
their s/o keeps loosing at strip poker and is almost naked
Their partner helps them while they’re pregnant (Luhan) (Baekhyun) (needs yuta & Ten)
getting attention from other companies after their partner’s fame skyrockets (Suho) (Sehun) (Chanyeol) (Chen) 59-62
Reacting to you sucking their bottom lip (all members) (linked but doesn’t look like it)
Finding out that their partner was a serial heartbreaker and player in the past (Lay, Chanyeol, kai, Sehun)
reaction when their kid comes out of the closet
you suddenly brushing them on their ‘thang’ when they spill a drink on you and you try to clean it up
seeing their partner performing in a HUGE award show with a broken foot
having a dream of their partner getting kidnapped (edited 9/9/17)
becoming jealous after seeing you hug a close guy friend from school
Kyungsoo and Ariana (kyungachu[.]tumblr[.]com) having a cute fluffy relationship
50 when you fangirl(boy) over G Dragon to them
falling in love with someone older than them
they’re students in your class and they fall in love with you
they change their hairstyle and want compliments but you don’t notice
they wake up to find you asleep at your desk because you’ve been studying for an exam
you both watch You’re beautiful and you start crying when a sad scene comes on
reacting to Luhan singing “do you want to build a Minseok”
hearing you fangirl(boy)ing over Shinee’s “Your Number” when they come home
their partner has a crush on One Direction
their partner sends them nudes
realizing their jewelry was stolen after shaking hands with someone
Their crush asks them out
buying tampon for their sick partner
their ‘partner’ has a panic attack
getting lost in a foreign country and they don’t know the language
finding you sleeping with the teddy bear they got you for when they’re touring
their partner is sassy & cries after yelling at them during their pregnancy
A sex scenes come on and you tell him you want to try it
32 you mumble in your sleep for Kai to stop eating Suho’s cat and buy him another one
finding out that their partner watches hentai
their bestfriend starts having feelings for them but they don’t feel the same way
their partner is rushed to the hospital/has to have surgery
finding out their friend is having financial trouble & is starving but they didn’t want to tell them
catching their partner reading yaoi
when their ex is harassing their partner
their reaction after sex with you for the first time
being partnered with their crush to do the Thinking out Loud dance together
when another member drunkenly kisses their partner
when their partner is afraid of thunder
an incident happens when their partner sits on their lap
they accidentally hurt their partner during sex
Their partner runs away after telling them they love them
falling in love with an android/robot
falling in love with the “girl of Ipanema” at the beach
16 what they would do for their partner on valentines day
their partner kisses them then runs away
you tell them that you’re afraid (or don’t want) to have kids
trying to have alone time with their partner but their band members keep following them
when you drink a lot because of depression from having a miscarriage
when you shave all of they hair off while they’re asleep
hearing their crush’s new song about them “bug a Boo”
finding out you’re protective and get jealous easily
you already have a partner but you’re cheating on them with an exo member
asking you to marry them
they tell you they’ve been in love with you for a long time
they find out you can sing Growl in korean
when you tell them you’re breaking up with them but it’s a test to see how they’d react
having their first big fight as a couple but neither of you want to apologize first
when they think you’re in love and will leave them for someone else
their partner tells them that they actually aren’t pregnant
EXO unlinked/unpaged (in archive Jan-Feb 2015)
39. exo: They find out that you like them
38. exo: they saw you catch them masturbating
37. exo: you tell them you’re pregnant after ‘sexy time’ (you’re married)
36. exo: nervous about messing up on recording with their favorite senior idol
35. exo: you try to comfort them because they can’t stop crying after winning an award
34. exo: they flirt with someone to make you jealous but you don’t notice
33. exo: your parents don’t like them
32. Exo: their boy/girlfriend is an evil villain in a movie
31. exo: they win the Best Couple Award for their drama with you
30. exo: their child(ren) can take better selfies than them
29. exo: they broke up but see you with someone else and wants you back (jan. 31 2015)
28. exo: you leave hickeys on their neck and shoulder
27. exo: they’re your boyfriend and they see you checking someone else out
26. exo react: they find out you’re taller than them
25. exo:you’ve had sex before but they’re still virgins so they feel awkward
24. exo: they receive sexy underwear from their boy/girlfriend and the band teases them
23. exo: their Brazilian girlfriend dances samba on international TV
22. exo: seeing their crush being rejected by a guy/girl
21. exo: they’re your teacher and they’re in love with you
20. exo: before/after their wedding ceremony
19. exo: a member walks in on them making out with you in the dorm
18. exo: their crushing asking to paint them naked
17. Exo: having wet dreams about their boy/girlfriend so they feel awkward
16. exo: their crush kissing them to stop them from rambling about their love for them
15. exo: you tease them for liking hyoyeon (snsd)
14. Exo: has a secret crush on you but they’re are drunk
13. Exo: their boy/girlfriend kisses them for the first time
12. exo: their boy/girlfriend has a month to live (they have children)
11. exo cheat on their boy/friend
10. Exo: you ask for a lap dance
9. exo: you call them your ex’s name
8. exo: when you broke up but see you with your new boy/girlfriend
7. Exo: meeting their favorite idol for the first time
6. exo: their boy/girlfriend joins “we got married” with someone else
5. exo reacts:seeing the model/actor/actress they’ll work with
4. exo reacts: someone flirting with their boy/girlfriend
3. exo reacts to their boy/girlfriend wanting to “do it”
2. exo finds a dog/cat and wants to keep it
1. exo meets you for the first time (jan. 18 2015)
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Summary:
While isolated from the rest of humanity as they escape the United States on their own sailing vessel, Will grapples with what he wants out of his renewed relationship with Hannibal.
Comments:
God, what a lovely, perfectly measured, somber post-fall fic. This is one out of maybe three perfectly executed post-fall fics that are my personal canon. This one... oh, THIS one!!!.... A somber sailboat fic composed of quiet moments and introspection, surprisingly short considering the amount of emotion and resolution it packs in its small real estate, it's the perfect fic to read the very night after you finish the last episode of Hannibal for a good, cleansing cry and a full heart before you go to bed.
Will had been afraid those few weightless moments: afraid and at peace, warmed by Hannibal’s body in his arms, and it had been so right. Right that they should die there together, right that they had killed together, right that Hannibal had known what was coming and still given himself over to Will as they stood on the eroding edge together. It was right when Hannibal’s arms tightened— desperately, compulsively— around Will. In those moments, Will had loved him more than he could reckon.
But here was Will, only a few feet away from him, his fingers thoughtlessly caressing the silver circle of wheel with just the pads, gripping, releasing. There he was, the toes on one foot curling and pressing into Cetus’s decking, his bare feet peeking out from new linen pants, slightly too long without shoes on. There—impossibly there, undeniably there, inconceivably there. Close enough to touch, if Hannibal reached for him. Hannibal stored him up in his mind, in a room encompassing all the oceans of the world.
“You are so consistently insistent," Will said. Hannibal smiled. "And you so persistently resistant."
TLDR: The writing is exquisite— the tone belongs to the show, pairs perfectly with it. It’s full of restrained sensuality, has an amazing grasp on nautical terminology, a mastery of setting the scene in the loveliest way possible, and a real grasp on Hannibal-esque dialogue that was so, so satisfying. It treats both Hannibal and Will individually with such respect; Hannibal’s yearning and penchant for manipulation and his constant pushing, Will’s reservations and melancholy and frustration. Both of their fears and their pain. Hannibal is allowed to be vulnerable and afraid (while giving us heaps of pining and possessive Hannibal) and Will is allowed to be strong in a way that rings true to both their characters. It highlights the bitterly circular nature of their relationship, the way pain and tenderness seem to always be intertwined. The fic has so much angst and little resolution (just how I like it— a bitch likes blue balls). What’s unique about this fic is how it refuses to shy away from any facet of the twisted, tremulous place Hannibal and Will would be post-fall — the immense confusion, the yearning and learning and re-learning, the sea of blood and betrayal between them. This fic is not an ending; it’s a beginning, and that’s its true strength.
(much) more detailed review below the cut!
I'll talk about the writing first! (I'm being shockingly coherent here considering how much I incoherently screamed while reading/ in the fic comments). The TONE! is literal perfection. IMMACULATE. Only a few paragraphs in and I felt like I was watching the show, I FELT the bond between the show and the fic. The aesthetics matched — a feat, as the author manages to do that with such tight, contained writing while the aesthetic of the show is outrageously, extraneously beautiful. At no point does this author resort to flowery writing or extraneous detail— every word is measured, purposeful, bare, yet bursting with feeling.
This translates to one of my favorite aspects of the writing: its restrained sensuality. I say “sensuality” instead of “sexuality” because that’s what it is— gentle, but roiling eroticism, barely communicated in the slightest of details:
He became slowly conscious of Hannibal’s steady gaze on him as he moved. He halted as he came to his door, hand on the latch. Somewhere in the back of his mind those words echoed again—Is Hannibal in love with me?—and Bedelia’s measured tones as she answered... Will turned his head but did not quite look at him. Hannibal’s attention remained steady, intent, curious. “Will?” he asked. Will went inside. Thereafter the association had him and would not let him go. He became aware of Hannibal’s attention in a manner he had never thought about much before.
... but instead he stayed with Hannibal, watching Hannibal’s face just inches from his own. Hannibal licked his lips and continued to apply pressure, watching Will watch him. They remained in this tableau, waiting for deliverance.
Hannibal peeled the shrimp and removed the veins with deft turns of his wrists, his sleeves rolled up halfway to his elbows. “I can help with that,” Will said.
Will could not resist testing his hand’s movement and felt it brush against the seam on the inside of Hannibal’s thigh. “Try to be still,” Hannibal murmured. He ran his warm palm over the muscles of Will’s shoulder again, much the same as he had smoothed the blanket fifteen minutes before, and as he had once drawn a blanket over Will’s chilled form and caressed him, Will thought idly, mere hours after shoving Abigail’s ear down his throat.
Hannibal’s lips were parted, and Will could feel his warm breath. He knew the look without needing to see it clearly: admiration and ache warring equally over his chiseled features. Consuming, as always. Drinking him in. Taking. He wondered what Hannibal saw in his own face.
What’s glorious about this style of muted sensuality is that the power is all left to the implications — which are infinitely more than a scene in which a finite ~thing~ happens— to what’s unsaid, not done (but yearned for). Yearning (oh, there is so much yearning) takes a front seat. As a huge fan of Hemingway’s iceberg theory and contained writing in general, I loved this style.
The physical descriptions of the boat and the beauty of the sea were always lovely and anchoring. This author has a ridiculous command of the nautical world, and even if I didn’t understand all of it I deeply appreciated the attention to detail —
Hannibal had been a long time indoors and not a molecule of this natural beauty was lost on him. But mostly he watched Will. Will did not see this world of ultraviolet glare and sunblind desaturation as Hannibal did, but rather with the eye of a mariner and a fisherman. In the previous week, Hannibal had coaxed him into voicing some of his observations, and seeing life through Will's eyes had been in its way as fascinating as viewing death. A loon's laughing cry rose and passed on more than one occasion, and Will commented that it was a good sign for the fishery, that there must be a good number of menhaden, a baitfish, in the Bay that year...
A diffuse glow of sunlight illuminated his face from below, as the sun peeked through the skylights and lit up the woodwork and white upholstery in the saloon. It warmed the recesses of Hannibal’s sculpted face and made his eyes glow, more amber than brown.
There was no word on the weather, of the hot and unnatural stillness that held Hannibal and himself in its unrelenting grip.
The quotes at the beginnings of the chapters were also a really nice touch!
Hannibal's voice, his elite brand of dialogue— cyclical, cutting, seemingly random but never actually so— is captured perfectly; a difficult feat. It was so satisfying to read:
“Moments are all that we need, Will. Enough moments, strung together, make eternity.”
"To feel intensely is not a symptom of weakness, Will. It's the mark of the truly alive."
This makes the hannigram conversations feel so authentic, so classically them, with Hannibal's philosophical overtures, the religious imagery, the refusing to shy away from previous interactions/conflict between them, and prodding and digging into Will as he loves to do, as he can't resist doing. Combined with Will’s insolence and the way he can surprise Hannibal, can (briefly) render hims speechless, the conversations could be scenes pulled from the show.
I deeply loved and appreciated the instances of Hannibal pushing, of refusing to let things go (more on that later), of behaving instinctually (especially when Will pulls strong emotion from him). It rings so true to the character— Hannibal’s worst vice (with Will at least) is his inability to control his black impulses when he's overcome with feeling when it comes to Will, especially if it's negative, burning emotion like betrayal, jealousy, or hurt. (See: Mizumono, Dolce). Then Hannibal becomes a viper, lunging and striking without thinking, poisoning the space between them.
Hannibal’s continuous pushing was a product of the author refusing to ignore the latent issues that would lie between our favorite murder husbands post-fall. A lot of fics jump straight into murder-husbands epilogue or Will-is-immediately-as-bloodthirsty-and-happily-cannibalistic-as-Hannibal (and I'm not gonna lie there's a couple of those that are favorites, writing makes all the difference for me) but this fic doesn't do that. I’ll admit that it’s very much not a focus of the fic, there is absolutely no exploration of how Will feels about killing or cannibalism, if he felt powerful, if he wants to chase that feeling, no exploration of “it’s beautiful”. It’s not a weakness of the fic, just very glaringly not a part of it. This fic is severely focused on Hannigram’s complicated feelings about each other, in a dreamlike isolated place. The fic doesn’t bother itself with morality, doesn’t place judgement, positive or negative, on any of those acts. It also doesn’t dismiss them from the future, and any realistic future would involve such acts. As I said before, this fic is a beginning.
But, yes, back to my point! The fic touches on issues such as Abigail, Molly and Walter, and even the fall off the cliff by having Hannibal push Will again and again (even literally). I’m hesitant to say “explores” rather than “touches on” because it doesn’t do that, doesn’t provide a full resolution— it acknowledges these issues, establishes that they would be part of a continued conversation, and moves on. (Like I said; a beginning).
Although Will rarely (or may actually never) bring up any of his own issues— he only engages when forced to by Hannibal— he does display strength in typical Will ways, through resistance and insolence.
What Hannibal wanted was what Will had shared with Molly and Walter... He did not want to give these things to Hannibal.
A lot of fics will have Will either shy away from any discussion of Molly and Walter, because they’re ugly and difficult to execute well, and so they are erased as if they never existed— or they will simply have Will completely demote and reject Molly and Walter and the life he lived in Maine. But in this fic, Will is still protective of them, even as a memory, even as something that exists completely in the past, even as he moves forward with Hannibal. It’s a display of strength, of non-compliance, that I love.
Will shows strength in other ways, too. While he doesn’t start many of the difficult conversations as Hannibal does (as only insightful Hannibal can do), once engaged he’s present and sharp, sometimes unyielding and even hurtful. Will doesn’t shy away from the bitterness of the walls placed between them, walls that aren’t made of matter but of space— space Will placed between them, space Hannibal took (and continues to try to take) from him.
The result are many (beautiful) references to their past, to the rivers of blood between them:
The grief of their years apart flooded after, with the weight of what they had done to each other and what they had suffered at each other’s hands. The shadows of pain and stains of blood surrounded them, filling the boat, threatening to sink it and carry them both to the bottom of the sea.
He had been sure, and he was still sure- they had to deal with each other, to grope their way through their shared maze of long-stored griefs and the dead ends of failed trust.
Hannibal had awoken, and Will’s peace fled.
This last gutting quote takes me to another hallmark of this fic for me— a truly beautiful and mature display of their mutual unhappiness, a living example of “be careful what you wish for”. Both men have wished for this (for different lengths of time and in different degrees, yes, but they wished for it)— to be alone together, which is to not be alone, finally (“we are both alone without each other”). But now that they have it, they learn that they have to actually be together, and that perhaps they don’t know to do that, or at least how best to do that. They learn that there’s so much pain and unresolved emotion to contend with, when faced with the nothing but the other and time.
And so, after the story ends, they don’t leap into happily-ever-after. Instead, they leap into explorations of their unresolved feelings and their own failings. There’s such a deep understanding of both men’s failings, the unique ways in which their hearts are broken — there’s even a beautiful mirror where both men (separately) reflect on the ways in which they’re not enough for the other.
As then, Hannibal knew he had little with which to fight this enemy. He had no secrets left to reveal, no curiosity to exploit, no monsters to fight, no daughter to share, no one left to save but Will himself. He had only Hannibal Lecter, and that had never been enough.
Will wondered what equally tender and ravenous urge had brought Hannibal forward to watch over him while he slept... He tried to imagine if there might ever be any way he could give Hannibal enough to sate him. Maybe there was, if Hannibal had succeeded in sawing his way into Will’s head and eaten his brain after all. Will could not see it otherwise. The whole of Will’s entire life and being was not enough. It had never been enough.
This whole thing is both gorgeous and tragic, both of them harboring imagined shortcomings and impossible desires. Will wonders if literal consumption, to be eaten or allowing himself to be possessed in every other way, is the only thing that will sate Hannibal. And this Will is, very definitively, not willing to do that. (I’m not averse to fics where Will is— when done well, it’s supremely good). And Hannibal has always used Something Else to hook Will, to keep Will, and so the tragedy is in the hypothetical— what could have happened had he resisted some of his own worst impulses? Did Hannibal behave this way because of Will’s resistance, or would Will not have resisted him, rejected him, had he not been so manipulative, coercive, demanding, taking? *Sigh.* I also love that Hannibal is allowed to acknowledge his own failings and betrayals in this fic; it doesn’t always exists in post-fall fics (again, it's usually Will apologizing for his false life with Molly, etc). It makes for some delicious angst.
And my god, is the angst good! Striking, painful, gutting, love that for meee!!!! (I genuinely do!)
Will did not speak, not even to thank Hannibal. It stung.
BABEYYYY NOOOO why do the SIMPLEST sentences fucking destROYYYY me?!!
Does that make you feel better?” Will asked in a low voice. “It’s not enough that you take everything else—you have to take even the symbols of anything I had that wasn’t about you?”
Reaching out, he gripped the fabric of Hannibal’s shirt in his hand, closing his fist around it slowly. “Maybe that should tell you something.” Hannibal twitched slightly—Will had caught some of his chest hair—but he remained passive. It was Will’s weak arm, his right, and so the gesture was just that: a gesture, made for no better reason than emphasis. But it felt good to have Hannibal under him, looking surprised.... “What should it tell me, Will?” “Some things”—Will breathed deeply through his nose, trying to steady himself—“do not belong to you.” His voice came low and quiet. Hannibal’s hand came up and touched his arm, moving up to the recently injured shoulder, running his palm over Will’s shirt, passing his fingers over the roughness of scars beneath. “I only wish to know you.”
literally SCREAMING INCOHERENTLY!!! I haven’t even used the worst (best) angsty bits — gotta save something for the actual fic! so go go go!!!
This deep understanding of both Will and Hannibal as separate individuals shines throughout the fic, but I’d like to showcase some really strong character lines. On Hannibal:
Hannibal was pleased with his age and the experiences that fueled it: every moment he lived he had snatched from God’s own sticky fingers.
He knew that Hannibal could and did partition his mind against such associations, that his affection was every bit as real as his violence... He could only find and explore this newly tender and painful place within him, like a man who cannot keep from tonguing an aching tooth.
... the mercurial author of both his pain and his relief.
He had probably investigated all of Will's belongings at some point.
Hannibal could believe, but he could never know.
(^ one of my favorite parts of the fic; the recurring explanation of Hannibal’s desire to possess Will is a product of his fear of not knowing him. This line is so simple and well done, yet full of anguish.)
Will had seen Hannibal’s heart break enough times to recognize it in his stillness, in the slight thrust of his jaw beneath closed lips, in the shifts between denial and acceptance in his brown eyes, which could find no safe place to rest in the landscape of Will’s face.
(i’m EMO.) Okayokay, Will’s character lines are just as fantastic:
He would be unable to tend his right arm well with his left hand, and Hannibal would insist, and he would be forced to give in. Will wished it did not matter.
(THIS. LINE. So much communicated about Will's mingled frustration and acceptance, about the power imbalance in this relationship, in just six words.?
He was so tired of it-tired of the vulnerability, of dependency, tired of the torture of needing comfort, of wanting comfort from his tormentor.
Will had adopted his trademark flat affect by the second of these sessions. He would stare ahead, at the pulse at the base of Hannibal’s throat, following Hannibal’s instructions to the letter, but he might as well have been the walking dead for all the emotion he expressed. He spoke when spoken to and offered nothing. (my chest hurts, oh will)
Will was a dark presence near him, slim and sharp as a cutlass.
And then he smiled, gray eyes lifting to Hannibal’s, bringing Hannibal’s heart into his throat. He smiled that sad smile of his, the smile that could contain oceans of sweetness and bitterness all at once.
✨ and this line, that encompasses both of them:
It still hurt, to be so vulnerable. It hurt that Hannibal had turned on him and could have drowned him or let him drown, yet again after so many times down this path. It hurt that Hannibal lived day to day and moment to moment, awaiting Will’s next betrayal.
and oh, oh this fic is rife with lovely hannigram passages:
Hannibal seemed to sense his weariness. “We’re always braver in the face of our own pain than in the face of the pain of those we love,” he said quietly. He turned his attention back to Will’s arm and let the conversation rest.
Is Hannibal in love with me? he had asked... Will had been enormously afraid of either answer. Hannibal continued to cut the bell pepper in to a twisting spiral of red, his face and body still, only his hands working. “I thought of you,” Will said finally. “Often.” Hannibal’s breath released in a slow sigh. Will watched the words fill him up, set him to rest, with no outward change in his demeanor. He wished it were always so easy. Or had it always been?
His movements were slow and deliberate, less like a doctor at work than a supplicant at prayer.
(^ okokok i'm NOT going feral i'm NOT! supplication/worship/devotee imagery in tender moments between lovers/from a hopeful lover to the object of his/her devotion is my WEAKNESS)
What would you give me?” Will asked finally. “What would you have of me?” “Would you give me”—Will articulated slowly, deliberately—“Bedelia du Maurier?” Hannibal felt a thrill of surprise in his chest. Will was steady, studying. Hannibal watched the gray-blue of his irises. His pupils were constricted in the harsh daylight. “Do you want her?” Hannibal asked curiously. “No.” “I would deny you nothing.”
But, there is resolution. (Some). There is peace to be found. It comes in the form of Will letting go of the desire to ever kill Hannibal:
... dim memory of the thrill he used to get while imagining killing Hannibal came and went, just a phantom—powerless, soon forgotten. There was something freeing in the knowledge that he could not kill Hannibal even if he tried.... Will held himself over Hannibal for several long seconds. He imagined hurting him, pressing a knee to his throat and crushing his voice box, silencing that voice forever. No thrill accompanied the thought now. No pain, either. Nothing. He would never do it, he knew; he had taken his opportunity at the top of the cliff, and it would never return.
and is completed when he lets go: All of it was lost to the sea.
There is such tangible relief in Will’s deciding to let go of any illusions of killing Hannibal, and in releasing his pain to the sea. (And remember, the entire premise of this fic is Will deciding what he wants from Hannibal in this new life they find themselves in... and he decides.) With it comes such hard won, painful freedom. I literally felt a surge of relief and a burden dropped; Will’s. He is freed from having to "seek justice" or do the right thing. It's over. He can just, BE (whatever that looks like).
ps: I haven’t quoted too much from the last two chapters, as that’s where the most “plot” happens and they’re phenomenal and I can’t just copy and paste the whole chapters here. Please, just go read it! And I will link my comments: chapter 13 | chapter 14
I just... can’t say enough good things about this fic, but I’ve thoughtfully laid out everything major. It’s tremendous, satisfying, lovely. Go give it a read.
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HANNIBAL!!!!! I HAVE MASSIVE LOVE FOR THAT SHOW!!!! Hehehe may I know what's your fave hannigram fics so far??
!!! I have been obsessively reading Hannigram fics!!!! I recced A LOT so it is under the cut! Sorry for the non-marvel but!!!
The Torment of Tantalus - 9k
Set in Cuba after the fall. Hannibal isn’t touching Will. Will wants to know why, but is afraid to ask.
Sexual and emotional tension and resolution; a comedy of errors told by the ocean and classical mythology.
"Everyone always spoke of the torment of Tantalus; no one ever stopped to consider what it was like for the tree."
Held in the Highest Regard - 12k
What happens when a group of serial killers pick the absolute worst targets? Will is already having a pretty rough night, since Hannibal proposed to him and Will said 'No' for reasons he still hasn't quite figured out yet. It's not their fault - they couldn't have known - but sometimes people have to learn lessons the hard way, and Will could definitely use some stress relief.
To Build Thy Kingdom, and Tear Me Down - 10k
Hannibal tilts his head, and a deep scowl begins to furrow his features, “Will, where are you going?”
There is a soft smile gracing Will’s lips as he speaks, and he opens the door just as gently, “I am taking my permanent leave now that my services to you are no longer required.”
come around again (only want to say goodbye) - 8k
Hannibal is locked up in the Baltimore Asylum for the Criminally Insane. Supposedly he's in maximum security but he pretty much just breaks out and leaves any time it suits him.
And it suits him to break out whenever he thinks Will needs him.
I mean, they forgot Will's birthday! Come on, wouldn't you?
The Fault in My Code - 90k
Will Graham avoids eyes. He's never wanted a soulmate, never wanted to be told by the universe who he was supposed to feel a connection to. He already struggles enough with connections, thank you very much. As a psychiatrist, he works with soulmates who have lost their other half through various means, part of a social system that regards the journey to your soulmate as the most important thing a person can do. Coerced by Jack Crawford to consult on a case where the assailant is targeting soulmates, Will finds himself turning to the notorious Dr. Lecter to gain insight on how he's choosing the soulmates to target.
Things go horribly awry when he looks into Hannibal's eyes, though. The next morning, he wakes up with one eye blue, the other maroon. He's never wanted a soulmate, least of all one behind bars for murdering dozens of people and eating them. Hannibal thinks it's delightful -it's been dreadfully boring since he was locked up.
Romance, thriller, mayhem, mystery, soulmate au with a realistic twist, and a grumpy Will Graham
Consenting to Dream - 32k
A seduction through physical objects. It starts with a scarf loaned to Will on a cold day, but Hannibal, as usual, isn't satisfied with anything small.
How To Save A Life (The Cannibal-Friendly Handbook) - 3k
There’s a man looking up at Will, who has clearly been distracted from - Oh. Throwing limbs into the river. Human limbs. Lovely, he thinks sarcastically. Then he thinks it again because it actually is kind of lovely. The man looks confident. At ease with what he is. He’s kinda hot, too.
Or: Will tries to jump off a bridge but ends up offering himself up to a cannibalistic serial killer...as you do.
les bois du cerf - 24k
Will was different, that was obvious. He dreamed of killers, darkness and flames devouring feathers - things that no normal person would ever think of. But he wasn't normal.
And neither was his soul-mark.
Philia - 74k
Getting into Jack Crawford's Forensic Psychology class was a dream come true for Will Graham, until he learns that his final assignment is to attend twelve interviews with the notorious serial killer, Hannibal the Cannibal, in order to unravel his mysterious past.
Even as he grows closer to the truth, he also grows closer to Dr. Lecter, and the doctor is very eager to get to know this young man who thinks like a murderer.
Blind Justice - 2k
What Hannibal doesn't realize is that Will already knows and has known for quite a while now. Unfortunately, he's a bit too preoccupied with killing people; the ones Will not-so-subtly points out to him.
Dread and Hunger - 71k
AU in which Will receives a secret admirer with a penchant for writing him poetry and slaughtering the innocent in artistic fashions. No one ever told him that courtship was so bloody or appealing -rather, so bloody appealing? He's a part-time bartender that can't catch a break, but at least he has one loyal customer who doesn't seem to mind bouncing from restaurant to bar to restaurant in order to have his favorite drink made by his favorite person.
There couldn't be a correlation though; Dr. Lecter is an upstanding psychiatrist that just likes his drinks served a certain way, and the Chesapeake Ripper keeps sending love letters in the hopes of one day eating him. One is, quite frankly, flattering, the other...
Will isn't stupid enough to tell anyone that it's also equally flattering, albeit horrifying at the same time. It's up for interpretation.
Right?
#asks#not fic related#hannigram#hannibal#Hannibal lector#will graham#willhannibal#hannibalwill#hannigram fic rec
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Kim Seokjin: Evolve @red-welvet
“Alright Jin give me that worldwide handsome face, the concept photos have to be perfect for the upcoming album, yes turn a little this way” you were tirelessly working with BTS on their new concept album. Jin was usually the easiest to work with, but today was very different his handsome features weren’t really showing off the shadow theme of the album.
“Jin get angry, you need to look more edgy” he was trying and getting annoyed, you sighed calling for a lunch break everyone dispersed and you went to talk to Jin who you knew was a little frustrated with the work. “Jin love, I’m not mad at you honey. You know that work is just that right work when the cameras out we can get mad but when the cameras away we play”
You both agreed to try again, jokingly telling him for every hour he made you all stay longer, you would personally see that he doesn’t get to eat a slice of meat after work. Before your eyes his face evolved to an utterly pissed off Seokjin, this was gold.
Min Yoongi: Half
“Who is keeping watch?” Yoongi asked standing outside the tent. You were pretty much enemies, Yoongi was too quiet and cynical.
“Jackson, Mark, Mark and myself” Yuta sighed watching as everyone was settling for the night.
You had finished changing into your pajamas leaving your boots on, you never wanted to experience a zombie raid in the middle of the night unprepared again. Meaning yes it had happened once before, resulting in tireless medical work on your part to repair your group.
Except Yoongi who blatantly refused medical treatment on his ear, he openly spoke about you while you were on the other side of the door. You held in your tears and left a small basket of painkillers and ointment for his ear by the door. He thought you were too happy, too innocent for this cannibalistic world. So now he had a small chunk missing from the helix of his ear.
“You done?” Yoongi sighed, you confirmed you were indeed dressed and he stepped into the tent switching out of his clothes with no qualms. “That’s your half of the tent this is mine, just go to sleep no talking, no tossing, no turning, don’t bother me, if something is crawling into the tent die quietly” you both drifted off to sleep but the night grew cold, you woke to see Yoongi had placed one of his blankets over you and was shivering in the corner. He can call you innocent all he wants, but you weren’t going to let him freeze to death. Dragging your pillow over next to his you slid under his blanket and piled the rest over you both. He was so cold, cuddling into his back you wrapped your arms around him waiting for him to stop shivering.
Jung Hoseok: Library Lovers
There was a legend that somewhere in the library was a secret room hidden by the bookshelves, Mrs Pince seemed to tell the students every year how this wasn’t true. But you were determined.
“Are you looking for that stupid room again?” Jimin said a hufflepuff boy either side of his person. One of them you recognized as he was the same age as you and Jimin. The other was older perhaps from Yoongi’s year. “Why don’t you just study instead of some make believe room full of spell books?”
“Chim, I need to borrow one of your Sasspuff’s” You said grabbing your things
“Which one?” He gestured his hands out to the two boys.
“The older one, otherwise they might think I am corrupting Tae” You held out your hand “Hello, my name is y/n can I borrow your services for the afternoon?”
“Hi I am Hoseok but everyone calls me Jhope” He smiled you laughed pulling him along “What is a Sasspuff?”
“A Slytherin assigned Hufflepuff, we slytherins are automatically assumed to be up to no good when we really aren’t and you Puff’s are really good so it balances us out, everyone has a Sasspuff” you smiled passing professor Mcgonagall in the hallway talking loudly about every flavor beans. You never did find the room that day but Jhope had such a great time he became your Sasspuff.
Kim Namjoon: Lost
Namjoon just wanted a place to sleep out of the rain and the underground train station seemed like the perfect spot. His feet and hands were dirty and he thinks the jacket he stole from the homeless cat hybrid had fleas hiding in the fabric. You saw him as you stepped off the train, you paused letting people pass as you watched the scene unfold. He was caught by security who approached and told him he had to leave and continued asking him politely to leave. He pulled out his phone. “Sir, I do not want to call the pound, please just leave”
“Honey, what happened, I told you to wait at home, did the neighborhood boys throw mud at you again, sorry sir, he is with me” You lied looking directly at the security guard who stopped calling the pound.
“He is your Hybrid ma’am?” he gestured to the young man who had shuffled behind you so you could protect him from the guard. “This Bear is yours?”
You double took behind me taking in the ears, he was in fact a bear but you weren’t scared. How could you be he looked at the ground shuffling his feet timidly. Despite his build he looked so small. “Yes, let’s go” Grabbing his chin gently you tilted it up and he looked at you ashamed.
He followed behind you and you pulled out your Umbrella and waved him to come closer. You explained that if he didn’t trust you, you would give him some money and book him into a hotel or you had a spare room with a lockable door and you could give him clean clothes and a hot meal. His stomach answered for him and you lead him along the footpaths to your home, you gave each other your names and explained what you do.
You had finished dinner when he stepped out freshly showered in your biggest pair of sweatpants and shirt you “Thank you, I am sorry that I-”
“Don’t ever be sorry especially to me, you have done nothing wrong”
Park Jimin: Without
You wake up in an alternate reality, BTS never was. It was like something out of a dystopian novel, there was no internet or electricity, everyone spent their time growing their own food or taking care of animals. You seemed to unsuspectingly find Jung Hoseok who lead you on a quest of sorts.
Finding each member along the way all searching for something wizard of Oz style. You wonder why you have been roped in but the opportunity is hard to pass up. Listening to their struggles you traveled from Gwangju to Busan to Daegu all the way up to Gwacheon-si and Seoul. It was an emotional journey, you had confided in one another cried and sacrificed everything to get them back.
And here you stand in line for the meet and greet holding wearing the same outfit you wore the majority of your time together. It wasn’t anything spectacular, a hoodie you had stolen from Jin that was giant and hung off your body and the bow Jimin had made you one day when you had complained about feeling unpretty.
You stepped up to the table handing Taehyung an old picture of him smiling happy eating peaches his feet dipped in the lake. He paused looking at the photo and looking at you. You knew he didn’t remember and he seemed confused as it was so familiar but he didn’t know why. You saw Yoongi, Jungkook, Namjoon and Jin. Each with similar results. Jhope was the second last on the bench and he showed the most promising reaction, he looked at the small stack of photos you handed over and he retold little bits of the stories behind them. “Ah it rained later didn’t it”
You stepped in front of Jimin and he paused his eyes recognizing your face your heart racing. You sang a song, it was a song you and the boys had made up, the words stirring something in each of them and they turned to look at you. Did he remember? He didn’t but you handed over the bow, which he grabbed and held tightly in his fist. “Oh, I can’t seem to remember, I am sorry” Jimin clutched your hand. You took the final picture out, your most prized picture from your wallet and sighed.
You handed him the picture, without saying a word. You were in a white dress and he was kissing you at the front of a temple in Daejeon. The back had your vows written and the date and you handed it over going to leave. When he grabbed your hand and pulled you back taking the photo book and writing his number. “I can’t remember but I am willing to try”
Kim Taehyung: Random act of kindness @kookie-sun0097
Taehyung was waiting for his son at the school, his son usually took a long time as he would say goodbye to all his friends and make sure their mum’s and dad’s would pick them up before he would run into his father's arms. But today he walked out hand and hand with a young boy who was crying. “Daddy, Moo’s eomma isn’t here. What do we do?”
“Dae it’s okay, I will call his eomma, you sit on the bench together, Do you have a call card in your bag?” He asked the crying boy and he nodded handing it over. Taehyung called and heard a strained and panicked voice. “Hello this is Taehyung, my son Daeho and your son are sitting together at the moment, at the school, is everything okay?”
“Not really no, I broke my leg and I am in the back of a taxi heading to the school but traffic is so bad” You were obviously in a lot of pain.
“How about you head to the hospital and I can bring your son, or I can watch him, it seems Dae doesn’t want to let him go just yet” You agreed and asked to speak with your son to explain and were greeted by two cute little boys in their yellow bucket hats and a rather handsome man carrying flowers.
Jeon Jungkook: Prince
Jungkook was lonely the only people to see him wer maids, cooks, guards and various noblemen. He had heard about the festivals and parties that occurred at night, how people would dance with whoever they pleased. During the day they would watch sports or work he wanted that. More than anything and he was ready to give it all up just to be happy for one day.
His parents were the king and queen so no son of theirs will be caught doing anything that wasn’t proper. He wanted to fly a kite for the festival that was brewing the entertainers were apparently very good.
With nothing to lose he borrowed one of the servants clothes and ventured out beyond the royal grounds. He followed the music the smells the laughter and watched performance after performance eating street food and cheering like everyone else. That’s when he saw the most beautiful dancer feeling like he fell in love.
Your sister stepped onto the stage and you sat alone, you invited her dancing abilities her looks everything she was perfect.
You noticed a rather strange looking man applauding loudly in the crowd, he wasn’t rowdy he was awfully poised and proper for someone wearing the royal eunuch clothes. That’s when you glanced at the cuff on his ear it was something so beautiful you looked further and realized this was the prince.
How did you know? You weren’t a good dancer but you were the other daughter of the royal tailor. You helped take measurements and notes on specific fabrics and fits. He was lost in the performance, you could see the adoration in his eyes and you spotted a figure on the roof behind him a bow drawn at the unsuspecting prince.
You ran and jumped pinning him onto the ground under the table an arrow now protruding out of it. “You have a terrible disguise, put this on and follow me, they have you marked” Grabbing his hand you dragged him through the city running though stalls gardens homes everything.
Jungkook thought the dancer was beautiful but as you looked back to him as you pulled him along your hair fanning out behind you, delicate rose petal lips parted and a sparkle in your eyes. He didn’t care that you called him an idiot, it sounded perfect coming from you.
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"Better luck next time, fellas!" ~Mr. Peanut to 2nd and 3rd contenders Geniusman (Tottemo! Luckyman) and Mettaton EX (Undertale) as he proudly shows off his "Loving" Cup that he won for being the official Winner Of My Heart this year
Hi, everyone! How are you today? I bet you're pretty tired of being mostly cooped up inside. But don't worry--I have something right here that might catch your interest.
As some of you may know, March is National Peanut Month. Now, that's not exactly something worth celebrating for peanut allergists...but, on the other paw, March is also National Nutrition Month, National Kidney Month, Optimism Month, Spiritual Wellness Month, National Women's History Month, Irish-American Heritage Month, and International Listening Awareness Month, among even more things. March is also, of course, the first month of Spring. So there's much more to celebrate in March than just peanuts.
However, in this blog post, I'm going to celebrate peanuts. I could go on and on about peanut butter, my favorite food ever, the average jar of which is made with hundreds of peanuts. But, I'm just going to focus one one peanut this time--one of the most famous peanuts of all time--the one and only Mr. Peanut, mascot for the Planters brand of nuts and snacks. Why? Because he's my biggest cartoon crush.
.......say waaaaaaa~~~t?
But isn't he dead?
youre just posting your april fools joke too early
Nope. It's all true!
All the recent hub-bub about Mr. Peanut, including the infamous commercial where he literally dies, reminded me of this earlier commercial I saw on T.V. back in 2018 (the first video featured in this post), which utilized the same sleek design he was animated in during his passing. After finding it on YouTube, I found other videos of him, and this social media browsing eventually brought me to his Twitter account, where I browsed all of his posts from 2018/19. I immediately fell for his optimistic attitude, his sweet personality and especially his support for his friends and followers...and the rest is history. He has the looks, he has the heart--and now he's helping me to grow up.
But why him?? How could an overdressed anthro peanut top, let alone compete with, these practical princes of men? How would crushing over a cartoon help me grow up in any way? And last (and strangest) of all, why am I suddenly going "nuts" over the now-defunct version of a character who just 2 months ago died and came back as a baby?
I will answer all those questions in approximately...right now!
Being autistic, I have a more child-like mind-set than others my age--one facet of this is the ability to immerse myself in imaginary worlds and connect with characters. Thinking of characters, "talking" to them and even trying to act like them has gotten me through many a tough time. As I take inspiration from their personalities and actions, I find more fun and creative ways to spice up my every-day life, stay calm when things get stormy, cheer me up when I feel down, or pep me up when I get sluggish and demotivated. I use different characters to help me with different aspects of life. The two types that always helped me the most were characters with pure hearts, and characters I had crushes on.
Recently, though, I had been looking for a character that would help me take on one of my toughest challenges--accepting the fact that the world is equally as cruel as it is kind, while staying a calm and collected person, and then handling it all just by myself--to put it in two words: growing up. I won't go into detail (in this post, at least), but life had been extremely cruel to me last year. I had a lot of trouble accepting it, and I was losing my self-control. But considering that I'm going on 23 now, I knew that I had to get it together, or else I would stay a crying ball of nerves, trapped on a bed, forever. Being one of the less restrictive aspects of having the heart of a child, I knew that modeling myself after a good-natured fictional character would be a perfect start--but I needed one exceptionally powerful character to pull this off. I needed a crush with a pure heart.
Then it suddenly and silently occured to me, as I continued to take in his various pictures, videos, GIF's and Tweets, that Mr. Peanut was it.
His sleek and curvy body, his elegant limbs, refined features and gentlemanly disposition--not to mention the fact that he's wearing white gloves and has one eye always covered--immediately calls to mind my best cartoon crushes: Geniusman from the anime "Tottemo! Luckyman" and Mettaton EX from the game "Undertale" (who are both looking salty alongside Mr. Peanut on the winner's podium in the top picture). But what really got me was what he didn't have that the other crushes did, he made up for with his unique personality, that my other crushes, in turn, didn't have:
You see, Mr. Peanut rests comfortably on two fine lines that few characters have even been able to stand on. The fine line between "handsome and stylish" and "conceited and mean", and the fine line between "peppy mascot" and "mature and modest gentle-man". All except for a "brief" 10-year stint where they tried to "re-invent" him (Yes, I'm talking about the one who spent the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade dabbing), he's always been a gentle, friendly, quiet character whose main goal in life (besides selling nuts) is to help people and make them happy, "shelling out" plenty of pep while also remaining proper and well-composed.
He never got angry for more than a second or two, and handled (almost) any problem he faced in the smartest, most dignified and most fun way possible. And of course, he's very sweet and always thinks of those he cares about first. He also, despite being a mascot for snacks, loves to play sports and stay fit and healthy--and he encourages others to do the same. And finally, despite being a mascot in general, he always had this quiet, unassuming air to him. He made all his necessary appearances and entertained his customers, yet he always acted very natural about it and never hammed it up or acted super wild and goofy--a thing that most other cartoon mascots fail to do.
So he's not just eye-candy--he's also a perfect role model. That covers the "first of all". Not only does he give me the incentive to be a dignified lady who always does the right thing first, but he gives me that euphoric, limerance-enduced energy I need to really want to act upon it. All my aspirations to be more courteous, be more proper and elegant, be more brave, lead a healthy and active life-style and be a good mascot for Ekaki No Mi are finally coming to fruition. That covers the "second of all".
Yes, this all sounds very silly. But In a "nut-shell", he's the reason I'm finally growing up, so in a way, this is all anything but silly. I would be a hot mess without him...which is exactly why I'm speaking of him in present-tense (using "is" instead of "was"), and pretending he never became Baby Nut or even died in the first place. Here's where I cover the "third of all".
For those who don't already know about his apparent death and resurrection: for their big pre-Super Bowl LIV commercial (the second video featured), Planters took a very unusual, very controversial approach: Their preview commercial depicted Mr. Peanut sacrificing himself to save his friends by letting go of a branch on a cliff that was too heavy to hold him and actors Matt Walsh and Wesley Snipes. The actual Super Bowl commercial (the third video featured) depicted his funeral, which the Kool-Aid Man, among others, attended. A magic tear from the Kool-Aid Man caused a peanut plant to grow out of the ground and sprout a "Baby Nut"--the official reincarnation of Mr. Peanut. Here are the two commercials, in order:
But what people often don't realize is that Mr. Peanut is a cartoon--a form of art--and art, except in very specific cases, is meant to be interpreted by the viewer. If the story isn't satisfactory, people can ignore some parts and pretend that others play out differently, until it fits what they believe in. And the characters and their actions can hold secret meanings that only the viewer sees. In fact, the same character can don different personalities and clothes, and exist in different universes, doing different things--all at the same time. (Think of all the different versions of Mickey Mouse that exist at the same time, even today.)
So is the case with Mr. Peanut. As long as his original likeness still exists--anywhere in this world--he's still alive and well. And even if the actual Planters corporation says he's Baby Nut now, he's still the same old Mr. Peanut in another part of the Internet, in another part of the world, or in any alternate universe. Many, actually. In one of them, he could be "Miss Peanut". In another, he could be a radical "Teen Nut". And in another still, he could actually be the evil capitalist peanut everybody says he is--you know, the one who struts around in his aristocrat clothing while roasting his fellow "pea-ple" and selling them to humans as food in order to get richer...
...which I like to think is not true, because the real peanuts he sells for your eating pleasure could never have flexy bright-yellow shells or humanoid features, could never breathe, cry, blush, say "Whoa!" when startled, wear clothes, be cuddled by a person with a peanut allergy without triggering it, and couldn't even survive on their own for more than 4 months, let alone 104 years. When they grow, it doesn't happen in the blink of an eye--peanut plants take about 3 or 4 weeks to mature (on days that strictly aren't frosty, no less), and the peanuts themselves grow under the ground--totally different from how Baby Nut came into being.
In short, the peanuts we eat aren't cartoons, like Mr. Peanut is. And since he is, I can interpret him any way I want, just as any other person can. So he doesn't have to be a cannibalistic capitalist. He can be the dapper yellow fellow who sells and eats yummy, natural and nutritious morsels that happen to look a bit like him--think of how humans eat little crackers and gummies that look like other people--and, most importantly, is not dead and never will be, because people still love him and believe in him, and belief and imagination transcend death, at least when it comes to fictional characters.
(I especially have the right to believe he's dead because it's one thing to kill off a character in a series for story reasons--it's another thing to kill a revered and internationally-known brand mascot just to create a social media buzz and generate profits. Now that's capitalism!)
But at the same time, I can't help but admit that it was at least a unique social media experiment, and despite the nasty secret intent behind it all, it was very interesting to finally get to see how Mr. Peanut would die, how he got born (and reborn), and what he looks like as a baby. And honestly, with his big round eyes, squidgy body and dainty features, I actually think Baby Nut is pretty cute--certainly too cute for me to want to break out a mortar and pestle and make peanut butter out of him--but he's just not Mr. Peanut. Mr. Peanut was such a unique character that it takes some very special minds to make a character that even comes close to a replacement--sadly, Baby Nut just doesn't make the cut.
Thanks to the power of love and imagination, though, he's still his good old self in my heart. Besides, he may just grow up and come back some day. So in conclusion, he still is, not was, and always will be, the best role model and "husbando" I could ever ask for. He's got the looks. He's got the love. He's cute. He's graceful. He's dapper. He's daring. He's silly. He's sexy. He's serene. He's cheerful, and he always brightens my day. He's everything I could ever want, and more.
Some day I plan to release an art collection featuring the lovable legume sometime in the near future. I would have each picture creatively high-light a different aspect of his personality, taking inspiration from charming vintage art-work that would fit the theme of the picture as well as actual Planters merchandise, and I would utilize various retro art styles and techniques from different time periods to give each picture a distinctive "old-fashioned" vibe.
The collection will be available on all my art web-pages, including my possible future Patreon (if I can get enough subscribers!), and I'm hoping I can also get it shown off in a gallery somewhere (if there are enough Mr. Peanut fans here in Athens to want to see it.)
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One of my favorite commercials featuring him ever, back when he was (canonically) alive and well.
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The commercial where he literally dies.
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The commercial where he comes back to life as a little baby peanut.
And that concludes my post. The credits for the videos go to Planters and KraftHeinz, and the cover photo for this post goes to my imaginary friend, Mini Minoux. Do you love Mr. Peanut, too? And if you do, what do you love about him? And what about Baby Nut? Is he “yea” or “nay”? I'd be happy to hear your thoughts in the comments--though please, keep it reasonable and don't be too harsh. We're in the company of a gentleman. ;.3
#mr peanut#baby nut#cartoon crush#blog#national peanut month#peanut#peanuts#planters#ekakinomi#cartoon crushes
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I Don't Wanna Grow Up (And Neither Can You)
You can't show women being hurt. You can't show child abuse. You can't show rape. You can't show incest. Pedophilia, self-harm, intimate partner abuse, necrophilia, violence against children; if you're going to so much as talk about any of these things you need to do so at a 5th-grade level and behind the dual firewalls of safe, pastel-colored animation and explicitly education-based presentation. The art has to show you in painstaking detail the exact way in which to behave. Even then there's no guarantee it won't provoke a public outcry, doxxing, death threats, and even campaigns to strip artists of their jobs and livelihoods.
The idea that by depicting an act an artist is endorsing that act seems baked into the minds of certain left-leaning sets of younger people, particularly teenagers and early twentysomethings. That they have such deep concern for the safety and social equality of their traumatized peers and the traumatized in their own ranks can only be admirable, but more often than not the form it takes is mass harassment and scapegoating targeting not institutions or major studios but independent creators, many of them marginalized themselves. If the whole thing sounds, with its zeal for censorship and its self-righteous hate campaigns against the disenfranchised, a little like the American Family Association with a glittery coat of paint, well, that's kind of what it is.
The usual arguments about internet anonymity and the horrible deformities it breeds in human interaction all apply here, and there's much to be said of the young age and unformed personalities of the people perpetrating the worst of it, but even older, more experienced art aficionados aren't immune to the fervor for purity in art. There seems to be a much deeper affection in these circles for corporate art -- for the Marvel cinematic universe and its bland, calculated inoffensiveness, say -- than there is for art made by artists. Movies like Wonder Woman and Captain America: Civil War are evaluated with a generosity of spirit that borders on delusion, cults of enthusiastic acclaim forming around actress Gal Gadot's onscreen thigh jiggle and the "subtle homo-eroticism" of Thor: Ragnarok.
Corporate art exists to please. It exists to reaffirm the status quo and to build affection for and loyalty to corporations. From the callous Islamophobia of the Iron Man movies to the US Air Force and CIA-approved wokeness of Captain Marvel and Black Panther, the whole enterprise is bent on saying as little as possible while looking as socially conscious as it can. Fandom's fixation on finding gay themes and subtext in these blockbuster juggernauts was more understandable when independent gay art was harder to find, but today you don't even have to brave a convention-- you can dig it up with a quick search on Etsy or Gumroad. When independent artists release material featuring actual deviant sexuality, though -- from gay content to incest -- the reaction from these same people is overwhelmingly prudish. There is little to no desire among them to interact with adult work created by adult gay and trans artists. That art -- small art, created for personal reasons -- is too dangerous to touch, too full of moral imperfections and frightening images.
But what's left in art once you scour away the things that make you uncomfortable? What's left for the people who make their living and/or maintain their sanity by approaching our own suffering from a place of skill, assurance, and safety? What's left for readers and viewers trying to grow as people, to find empathy for those they've been taught to despise, to understand their own sexual shame and fear? What's left for people struggling with the isolation of abuse who have no support and no words to help them name it? Art is the lifeblood of human connection and introspection. It is the foremost way in which we can confront our own weaknesses and failings. Sanitized and focused solely on the comfort and entertainment of its audience, it's no more meaningful than a halfhearted handjob from an indifferent lover.
The idea that depiction equates to endorsement has been pedaled in our society virtually since its inception. Its modern proponents range from anti-violent video game morality groups to the Westboro Baptist Church's unhinged campaigns to remove television with gay content from the airwaves. Imagine a world where Debbie Dreschler never made her autobiographical comic Daddy's Girl, one of the most scorching, hideous things ever committed to paper. How many people would never have seen their own experiences with parental incest reflected in her work, and thus felt able to finally break themselves open and process their deep pain? When a subject becomes taboo we lose our ability to process the pain surrounding it, to talk about it openly, to understand why it happens.
Another core pillar of this movement is the expression of outrage toward sexual kinks based around transgression. Surviving rape, abuse, and other traumatic incidents is never an easy thing, and it's never clean. You'll carry the marks of it in your sex life, in your sense of safety, in your beliefs about the world until the day you die. In Nancy Friday's My Secret Garden, a 1975 collection of women's anonymously submitted sexual fantasies, multiple Jewish women who had survived the Holocaust wrote with deep shame of their need to sexualize that experience, to relive it with their partners in a safe and loving environment. It's a relatable sentiment for anyone whose sexuality has been shaped by trauma, which can force shame and need against one another until they grow together inextricably. A close friend of mine was attacked as a "vicious anti-semite" for quoting the book.
The same friend was attacked en masse for her erotic comics featuring gay and bisexual men, comics which depict those men with complexity, heart, and loving attention to detail. The argument was that as a straight woman it was fetishistic for her to portray sex between men, a position so mind-bogglingly dense that I'm hard pressed to find a way to fire back at it other than "really?" It's difficult to parse until you realize that the targets of these little brigades of loudmouths and scolds are always, always women. For all that they're marching under the banner of social justice, the people they feel most comfortable threatening with harm and emotionally brutalizing are women. Men both in the independent art scene and in the mainstream make violent, hateful art every day, but screaming at men doesn't satisfy the misogynistic impulses beaten into us by a culture that sees women as weak, stupid, and venally evil.
What you have in the end is a movement which in practice enforces a sort of neoliberal social conservatism, demanding the sanitization of art produced by women and labeling existing art degenerate with the same verve the Nazis displayed in putting the torch to centuries of Europe's artistic history. It's a small, impoverished way to understand the purpose of art and it's fueled by deep, repressed misogyny. If we pretend everything is good, if we act like Marvel will fix racism and sexism if we just give them another four production cycles, if we make our branded dollies kiss and claim it's because the movies portray them in a symbolically homo-erotic context, OBVIOUSLY, then we don't need to look at ourselves or see what we're doing to the people around us. We can close our eyes and slip into the lukewarm water of purposeful mediocrity.
There's nothing wrong with escapism. There's nothing wrong with not wanting to or not being able to engage with art about horrific things. The problem begins when you look at the people who can, who need to, and decide that they can't either, that they're going to have to bend to your worldview or you'll call them pedophiles and nazis and incest apologists and run them out of town. And what then? When you've crushed the hopes and dreams of every woman writing dark erotica or making beautiful, sensual comics about love and loss, what's left but staring at each other in a creative wasteland and waiting for one of your own to show the tiniest sign of weakness so you can recapture the thrill of moral outrage by ripping them apart. It's a cannibalistic cultural dead end where corporations are our friends and other human beings are the enemy.
I stand with sex workers, with pornographers, with artists of all kinds struggling to make something hot, something vulnerable, something raw and sickening and terrifying. If they fuck it up, well, at least they're a person, not some faceless sea of suits trying to get their arms down my throats to pull out my organs. Enjoy your popcorn movies, your Steven Universe and your X-Men comics, but ask yourself, what are you immersing yourself in by not reaching beyond those things? What is prolonged and overgrown childhood doing to your mind and to your moral sense of the world? Growing up is painful, yes, but if you want to learn to love, to open yourself up to others, to touch the deepest, rawest parts of your psyche and your sexuality, you're going to have to suffer.
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In Chicago, Lem’s Bar-B-Q is an institution, known for its rib tips, hot links and a special barbecue sauce that is so popular, you can buy it by the gallon for $17. This location of Lem’s is the second one to open, in 1968, and the only still in business, after the original 1954 location closed in 2001, though franchises are reportedly planned. The building you see here wasn’t always a barbeque joint, however. Check out how that sign, such a festive affair, does not feature the usual BBQ iconography of, say, a happy, cannibalistically inclined pig. In an earlier life, this building was a Tastee Freez ice-cream shop, explains the Chicago Crusader in a profile of the family-run Lem’s I’ve linked to in my story. And indeed, the building is more ice-cream shop than barbecue joint -- just look at those traditional plate-glass windows -- though the massive smoke pipe jutting from the roof clearly was a necessary contribution by Lem’s. Perhaps the biggest tipoff that Lem’s is a magnificent example of what urban planners call “adaptive reuse” is the sign itself -- it features a cup and two straws, symbolic of those road-trip shakes you all know I love. No milk shakes can be found on this menu, just some really good barbecue that has a passionate following. By the way, Lem’s is good at adaptive reuse on the menu, too -- they took rib tips, a part that was commonly tossed, and turned it into a highly desired delicacy, leaving an indelible imprint on the Chicago food scene. #retrologist (at Lem's Bar-B-Q House) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1XMhF0lmt2/?igshid=1x7oeii6mtsj5
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10th May 2019
Author: Doodles
Warnings: Omegaverse/Male Pregnancy
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Their honeymoon ended up being put off until the beginning of September due to a sudden spike in crimes that required either a strong set of arms/legs or a combat to the elements. By the time September rolled around both men were completely drained and ready for a vacation and some much needed couple time. Cuddling is nice but, they’ve been ready for the next step since they got married in spring.
Izuku collapsed on their bed freshly showered, “I have been ready for this for months.”
Shouto comes over and nuzzles his husband, “Villains are a pain in the ass.” He agrees giving Izuku a soft kiss that earns him a happy sigh and a hug that drags him onto the bed. “I want a family with you.” he says quietly.
“Me too.” Izuku replies pulling Shouto onto his chest. “But, for now we have a 3 am flight and we should sleep.” Shouto nods curling up in his husband’s arms and drifting off almost immediately. Izuku began to softly snore shortly after his face buried in Shouto’s hair. 3 am came way too soon in his opinion but, Shouto loved to cuddle and hated to get up when he was safely tucked in his husband’s arms. After some hassle and trying to avoid the press at the airport they boarded a plane to Nassau Island. Shouto fell asleep curled up against Izuku in their first class seats which turned into a hammock like bed. Izuku he could tell was reading or snoozing himself. He did rouse Shouto to eat when the food cart came around but, was content cuddling otherwise. The 17 hour flight was uneventful aside from some turbulence that led to Shouto crying into Izuku’s shoulder. “Shh it’s just turbulence.” He soothed his husband stroking his hair. He kisses his hair and holds him close until the plane is still past the rough air. Shouto hiccups and looks up at him through his bangs, “It okay to be scared.” Izuku assures him kissing his nose drawing a blush out of his husband. They arrived at Nassau Island at 4pm local time and immediately head for the hotel after claiming their luggage. “Wow.” Izuku breathes once they get to Atlantis Hotel.
“Y-yea.” Shouto agrees weakly as Izuku checks them in. Once they get to their room they strip and shower together. Izuku promises that they can go further later as they change for a much needed date night. By the time they get back it’s 1 am and they’re both too drunk to even think. The next day Shouto feels hot when he wakes up and looking back he should have known what the sudden fever meant. Izuku says they can go out later once their hangovers are gone. He agrees but, their day out ends up being Izuku becoming oddly agitated and protective of him. By the time they get back to their room Izuku is red faced as it Shouto and they decide to stay in after placing the do not disturb sign on the door. They had a very good night and every day after that was even better. Their month long honeymoon is over before they know it and they head to the airport to return to Tokyo.
Shouto has felt off ever since they returned from Nassau but, he assumed it was a random travel related bug. He missed one day of work when the nausea and vomiting spells kept him worshipping their toilet or in bed with a hot water bottle on his belly to ease the cramps. The next day he felt fine and went to work like normal. As the months passed he had random bouts of odd cravings but, he and Izuku figured it was stress as their recent case was ongoing and very stressful. Stupid cannibalistic crime rings and no that was not something he ever thought would exist in the world of heroes. It was March when he first noticed that he’d gained weight and pinches gently at his belly sniffling, “Zuku am I fat?” he says suddenly startling his husband.
“What brought this on?” Izuku asks setting the iron aside and going to him.
“I’m fat…” He replies pinching the slight pudge that he’d gained. Izuku hugs him and gently rubs his belly.
“Stress eating is a thing babe. We both are very guilty of that lately. You’re not fat though.”
“I’m n-not?” Shouto asks wondering why in Kami’s name he’s suddenly so sensitive about his weight.
“No you’re perfect but, if it’s bothering you we can start going to the gym again?” Izuku replies nuzzling his neck. Shouto feels angry suddenly and pulls away startling his husband who sees the anger and puts his hands up, “It’s your body in the end…” He says weakly.
“Humph!” Shouto storms off into their bedroom and slams the door before starting to cry making Izuku worry but, he gives Shouto his space to cool off. He goes to the room once the ironing is finished opening the door.
“Sho?” he goes into their room and finds a lump in their bed. “Honey are you okay?” Shouto looks up at him tears going down his cheeks and hugs him sobbing apologies. “Aw no… shhh shhh.” Izuku rocks him and cuddles him until he stops crying. “I’m not mad just confused mostly?” He kisses Shouto’s head and runs his fingers through his hair.
“W-what’s wrong with m-me?” Shouto sobs confused himself.
“I don’t know Sho but, we’ll get through this odd funk together.” Izuku soothes and he smiles.
He visits Recovery Girl the next day, Recovery Girl examines him for several minutes before he’s allowed to lower his legs and redress. “You’re seven months pregnant.” She tells him and he freezes,
“I’m w-what?!” He squeaks. “I c-can’t be...I was t-told I’m an alpha….”
“ Given your upbringing it doesn’t shock me that your second gender was misread as exactly what Enji wanted to hear.” She sighs discarding her gloves and telling him to lift his shirt. He obeys and she pours cold gelon his belly, “Everything seems fine.” She turns the machine off and wipes the gel off. She tells him to go home and rest.
Shouto thanks her and leaves shell shocked a self care book and folder in his hands. He gets back to the flat and goes to their bedroom knowing Izuku is at work and won’t be home for a few more hours. Tears fill his eyes as he fully realizes, “Oh my god I’m going to be a mother…” He whispers to the empty bedroom. He smiles hugging his belly excited to tell his husband the news as soon as he gets home.
Izuku doesn’t come home that night….
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Jenn, some book questions for you: Fave book? Fave author? Fave genre? Fave quote? Book you read in school that positively shaped you? Book everyone should read? Last book you read? Book you plan on reading? Book you read cuz everyone was reading it? Book you pretended to read? Book you wanna turn into a movie? Book you wish you'd written? Fic character you wanna have over for dinner? Greatest love story of all time? Fic character you'd love to date? P.S. Who would you wanna write your obituary?
Excellent; book questions are my fave questions.
Fave book: It’s impossible to pick a single favourite book, so I’ll just name one that I read recently and really loved: Son of the Regiment by Valentin Kataev. It takes place during WWII and features a young war orphan, Vanya, who is discovered in the woods by some Russian soldiers and adopted into their regiment.
Fave author: I have several, but I’d have to say probably Victor Hugo for his unrelenting curiosity about the world. Sure, he won’t shut the fuck up, but he can sure put together a fine sentence about pretty much anything.
Fave genre: Historical fiction.
Fave quote: ‘We can know only that we know nothing. And that is the highest degree of human wisdom.’ (Tolstoy, War and Peace.)
Book you read in school that positively shaped you? It wasn’t technically assigned, but for a 6th grade book report I read the first book in Tamora Pierce’s Alanna quartet, and I like to think one of the reasons I spend so much time physically training to be strong enough to kill a full-grown man with my bare hands is because I grew up reading about tiny, feisty lady knights.
Book everyone should read? Primo Levi’s Survival In Auschwitz. It’s not just a Holocaust memoir, but an intelligent examination of how the fuck humanity can perpetuate shit like this. I recommend the whole trilogy, really.
Last book you read? Son of the Regiment; I just finished that one earlier today, actually.
Book you plan on reading?My Early Life: 1874-1904, Winston Churchill’s autobiography.
Book you read cuz everyone was reading it? I read A Court of Thorns and Roses because I wanted to see what tumblr was losing its tits over. I did the same with The Song of Achilles; I didn’t particularly care for either, although Achilles is at least decent historical fic. Patroclus just sounded a little too much like Bella Swan for my taste.
Book you pretended to read? Tbh, I can’t recall ever having told people I read a book that I didn’t actually read. I was the weird kid in school who always read (and often enjoyed) all the assigned books.
Book you wanna turn into a movie? I’m rereading James Clemens’ The Banned and the Banished series right now (a fuuuucked-up fantasy series I first read when I was about 11), and I actually think it could be quite interesting on film; maybe even a miniseries.
Book you wish you’d written? Probably Les Miserables. It’s hefty as shit, and Hugo yammers on for an excruciatingly long time about the Parisian sewer system in the middle of a chase scene, but it also has some really beautiful turns of phrase (or at least the translation I read does), and it’s a book that made me think so deeply about humanity and ponder its various foibles and quirks. I feel he really helped me understand how to make my characters live.
Actually, addendum: not a book, but pretty much any of Keats’ poetry. Oh my God, the fucker could write.
Fic character you wanna have over for dinner? Kol for sure; he might eat me, but I bet he has some great stories, and if I agree to a murder orgy, maybe I can have weird sex with him in the middle of the table.
Greatest love story of all time? JO AND LAURIE FROM LITTLE WOMEN GODDAMMIT I’M STILL SALTY DON’T TOUCH ME.
Fic character you’d love to date? Hmmmm…most of the fic characters I read/write about are a bunch of cannibalistic crazies, so probably none of them are great boyfriend/girlfriend material. That being said: probably still Kol. I’d never be bored. Also, I think I’d get the hang of being a vampire really quickly, and we’d have some great times.
Who would you wanna write your obituary? I would let my sister and @avari20 write it because they wouldn’t pull that bullshit where people talk about their dearly departed like they were perfect little angels who never did anything wrong (or interesting). I want those bitches front and center at the podium. My sister will be like, “Let me tell you about this bitch. This bitch was crazy.” Nicole will unfurl the Official Scroll which is just a collection of screenshots of shame from this blog as she leans into the mike: “I knew her for like two hot seconds before she told me she was going to rob some roommates in Vienna for the crime of being assholes. Also: she read helicopter/dinosaur porn and publicly admitted to it.”
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Gamzee Makara || Accepted
Be wary of your sins, brother. Make sure you listen to your mother because there is a beast that hunts in the night. You have one week to make your blog.
OOC:
Preferred name: Mahj, Mahjling, Bel, Rum. Anything.
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 22
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Character Name: Gamzee Makara
Why do you want to play this character?: The short version is: I love Gamzee. The long version is: I love Gamzee in the sense that I love characters that have a dichotomy to them, warmly sluggish in conjunction with the violent snap. More than that, I love characters with a religious bent to them of any kind, as someone who grew up entrenched in a deep variety of religions {Some of my closest family members, and thereby the religions I grew up with, include; The worship of Santa Muerte, Christian, Candomblé, Asatru, A closed native american religion, and perhaps most importantly to this particular character, Vodou. Among others}, for this reason, I feel Gamzee is a character that resonates with me to an extent that I can easily muse for him.
What type of creature are they?: Rougarou:
The rougarou (alternatively spelled as roux-ga-roux, rugaroo, or rugaru)
The stories of the creature known as a rougarou are as diverse as the spelling of its name
The rougarou legend has been spread for many generations, either directly from French settlers to Louisiana (New France) or via the French Canadian immigrants centuries ago.
In the Cajun legends, the creature is said to prowl the swamps around Acadiana and Greater New Orleans, and possibly the fields or forests of the regions, Often the story-telling has been used to inspire fear and obedience. One such example is stories that have been told by elders to persuade Cajun children to behave. According to another variation, the beast will hunt down and kill Catholics who do not follow the rules of Lent
Other stories range from the rougarou as a rabbitlike beast to the rougarou as a wolflike creature, to the rougarou being derived from witchcraft. In the latter claim, only a witch can make a rougarou. Either via casting the curse on another, or by transforming themselves into a Rougarou.
Another legend, and my favorite, is that if a person looks into the eyes of a rougarou, that person will be transformed into one. Thereafter, the unfortunate victim will be doomed to wander in the form of this monster. Such folklore versions of the rugaru vary from being mild bigfoot creatures to cannibalistic Native American or Native Canadian wendigos. Author Peter Matthiessen argues that the rugaru is a separate legend from that of the cannibal-like giant wendigo. While the wendigo is feared, he notes that the rugaru is seen as sacred and in tune with Mother Earth.
Some myths state that when the curse is lain upon a person, it begins with hunger, first for anything, then for raw meat, and then for human flesh. If the cursed person can resist falling prey to cannibalistic urges for 101 days, the curse will be lifted, if they give in however, they will be transformed into a Rougarou.
In Louisiana, they hold a festival known as The Rougarou Fest, a festival that celebrates the folklore of the Louisiana bayous. It takes place on the last Saturday of october.
Reasoning for this type of creature?: Returning to my original ramblings on Gamzee, I enjoy the Rougarou’s dichotomy, seen as some by a monster and by others as something sacred. No one however can deny that the Rougarou, in most tellings of the myth, is a monster, which I feel resonates well with this character (and can be seen as a little tongue in cheek jab at the fandom’s arguing over him). The Rougarou also has an undeniable religious slant to it, as both a beast that can be considered the aftermath of witchcraft, or a creature who stalks those who are not dutiful to their religion and have lost its protection. Despite what some modern interpretations state, the Rougarou is so much more than ‘one more werewolf, or werewolf-like’ legend, it has a deep, rich history within the legends of the very setting this AU was created in. I’ve chosen it because I believe it fits not only the character itself, but the very setting.
If human, why?: N/A
Any headcanons pertinent to mods?: Not many that I can think of at the moment, though perhaps one: Gamzee considers himself relatively apolitical, not truly on anyone’s 'side’. My reasoning for this being that I would like to draw from Vodou tradition, but also Candomblé traditions, which does not include the duality of a concept of good opposed to evil. Each person is required only to fulfill his or her destiny to the fullest in order to live a 'good’ life, regardless of what that destiny is. For this reason, Gamzee’s allegiances and actions will be more dependent on personal relationships than overarching 'sides’. If this is unacceptable, please tell me so I can change this!
Gamzee is a practitioner of a Vodou-like religion, for reasons of respect, given that this character is going to have some inevitable dark slants to him, I would like to decline calling it true/actual Vodou {or actual/true anything in regards to existing practices}, while much will be borrowed from that particular practice in order to stay true to the character, I will also, if it is acceptable, be pulling things from the following religions/practices which I also feel fit in line with Gamzee’s canon in order to make a unique, but still familiar practice: Vodou, Candomblé, The worship of Nuestra Señora de la Santa Muerte, as well as occasional Christian/Catholic imagery {though admittedly likely little of the actual religion(s)}
Any headcanons you would like for this AU? [Optional]: None that I can think of.
Questions? [Optional]: Are there any bayou/swamplike areas around Dupet? If so, would it be an acceptable place for Gamzee to reside? If not; Would it be acceptable for Gamzee to reside in the deeper forests around Dupet? There are many many legends about how the Rougarou looks when transformed, everything from Wolflike to Rabbitlike to something entirely unique. How much creative control am I allowed to have over this, as I would like to design something I feel is true to the Rougarou in multiple legends, as well as with a few unique spins that I believe are fitting to tie back into Gamzee’s design in general. For the sake of readability, I would like permission to use Gamzee’s sober quirk. Both for others, and as a kindness towards the fact that on bad days, attempting to type in his high quirk can aggravate my OCD.
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Writing example (2-3 paragraphs):
He likes this form.
When he slides his tongue between his teeth, he can feel the heat of it in his skull, skin stretched in fine skeins across it, when he sinks his teeth into the throat of doe or pig or wandering child, he can feel them bubbling up around his jaws crying out in celebration, in finality; It screams Life. It screams, take me far away. It screams, often, in general.
But only for a moment.
His limbs, powerful as they are, move with effortless grace over the boggy ground among the trees, their near submerged roots play home to a mixture of fish and so-many scuttling insect larvae, both of which he has eaten in handfuls when his proclivities bid him do so. Even the carcass in his jaws does little to stay his pace.
There is an art to the change; To and from.
Muscle and bone, sinew and vein twisting from monster to man, clothing is wholly unnecessary in the Louisiana heat, even now he can hear the buzzing of flies drawn in by the hot, humid scent of blood, the scurrying legs across one of his hands as he takes up his kill in long, grasping fingers to haul it up behind him, uncaring of the shallow thumpity-thump as its not yet rigor-touched limbs are drawn up the splintering wooden stairs.
He shoulders the door open before him, yawning with teeth still sharp from an incomplete transformation, he feels little need to play human entirely in the comfort of his own damn home, when he scratches idly at the crook of his own jaw, he leaves sloppy lines of deer’s blood. He’ll clean it up later.
For now, he’s more concerned with the doe. Under the blade of a well loved knife her entrails scatter like fleeing birds from her gut, and he curls the ropy lengths about his fingers seeking secrets in the offal, looking for the truth in a kidney and the future in a pancreas. He was not born of Roman rule, but he considers himself a decent Haruspex all the same.
“Well shiiit”
He has a voice like a crow’s laugh, mocking, genuine, even more mocking because of its sincerity. He licks his wrist clean of crimson with a long, dark tongue. “Ain’t even dressed none for guests.” it’s joking, to himself, to the deer, to whatever powers that be are listening. But he rises from his place all the same, makes his way over to the door and reaches it just as the knock comes. When he tries to meet his guest’s eyes, they avert their gaze, and he laughs for their cleverness, watches the blood drain from their face at the gore spilled across his floor, seen in flashing flutters when they dare look past him. He draws their attention back to his sharply featured face with a click of the tongue, with words smooth as honey wine.
“Ain’t no need to be scared none.”
He doesn’t consider himself a business owner, his home is a pain to get to, not something that serves a regular customer base. But when some sorry sinner needs to speak to a God other than the one they’ve been abandoned by, when some mother with a sick child needs prayers from a God that doesn’t live in suburban churches, he’s been known to open his door, to find deities in organs or some mixed brew of herb and blood; Come unto me children and be saved saved saved.
Like mice unto foxes, however, not everyone leaves. Fewer leave the same as they came in. These things have prices, after all.
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Highly Recommended
What is considered by many to be Sondheim’s greatest work Sweeney Todd had its premiere in 1979, starring Len Cariou as the demon barber of Fleet Street Todd and Angela Lansbury (at 65 years of age) as the meat pie maven Mrs. Lovett. For Lansbury this was her second comeback, winning her a second Tony Award for Best Actress in a Musical. Sweeney Todd came at quite a cost, both financially and emotional. Thousands were lavished on the original production with the set designer and director Harold Prince purchasing an old factory, gutting the theatre and quite literally transforming it into the seedy world of industrial London in the 1840s. It also caused Sondheim his second major heart attack because of the stresses place on his back. Sweeney Todd, though highly controversial due to its cannibalistic theme, was a huge success and a turning point in musical theatre form, bridging opera and musical theatre into a cohesive whole.
Sweeney Todd was a fictional character penned for what the Victorians called Penny Dreadfuls; horror stories that were published cheaply for the middle and lower classes usually containing gruesome and macabre themes. Sweeney Todd is the ultimate revenge story where the horribly wronged Todd is sent off to an island prison for 16 years on trumped up charges because the “Honorable” Judge Turpin wants his wife. While away Turpin rapes his wife who takes poison and is thought dead and Turpin adopts their daughter Joanna. As she grows into a beautiful woman his desires do as well and he wants to marry her. Todd, newly released from prison is rescued at sea by Anthony Hope and they land in London. Sweeney Todd sets his plan into motion for revenge against Judge Turpin.
He goes back to the location of his old shop and home about Mrs. Lovett’s Meat Pie Shop and out she comes, thrilled to have a customer. She recognizes him as she tells the story of his wife, Lucy and daughter Joanna’s fate. She brings him his most prized possessions; razors made out of chased silver. They next set out to get some money for Todd at a sideshow featuring the “famous” barber and snake oil salesman Parelli, where Todd challenges him to a match; if he wins he gets 5 pounds and if Parelli wins he will give him his cherished razors. Parelli loses but remembers the distinctive razors and later tries to extort money from Todd, whose real name is Benjamin Barker. In a moment of anger Todd slits his throat and puts him in a trunk. Meanwhile Toby, Parelli’s urchin boy is being entertained and fed downstairs by Mrs. Lovett.
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Meanwhile Todd’s friend, Anthony Hope, has seen Joanna, Todd’s son, in a window and fallen instantly in love with her when he is accosted by a miserable beggar woman who warns him about Judge Turpin (she seems to know much about him).
Judge Turpin and Beadle Bamford return and catch Anthony conversing with her, threatening to kill him if he ever sets foot near her again. Beadle Bamford suggests to Turpin that he get a shave from this miraculous barber named Sweeney Todd and the judge sets off to his shop. Upset Anthony runs to Todd and tells him he has seen Joanna. Just as Todd is about to exact his revenge on the judge Anthony comes running in to tell him that he has met Joanna. Infuriated, the judge storms out swearing never to return and Sweeney Todd explodes in a rage, threatening to kill everyone.
Mrs. Lovett discovers that Todd has killed Pirelli and as they are trying to figure out how to get rid of the body, a bright idea pops into her head; she will make him into a meat pie. Thus the plot is hatched as Todd dispatches clients to the meat grinder of Mrs. Lovett and London goes mad over her delicious pies.
In the role of Sweeny Todd Paul Jordan Jansen brings the charisma, menace and booming baritone needed to deliver this extremely demanding and difficult role. He is the best Todd I have seen since George Hearn, who took over the role for Len Cariou. Jansen is mesmerizing and captures the pathos of Todd, especially in the final climactic moments when he discovers what horror he has done; revenge always comes with a price and his is a steep one.
As Mrs. Lovett Bri Sudia is brilliant, bringing the humor, bawdiness and sadness inherent in this character. She and Jansen have an undeniable spark and together the set the stage aflame (one of their best moments together is the Act 1 curtain classic “A Little Priest” as they remark on the savory and unsavory tastes of different people). This is a star-making turn for Bri and a Mrs. Lovett that I will never forget.
As the evil Judge Turpin Chicago veteran Larry Adams is sheer perfection. Slimy and elegant at the same time he embodies the corruption and lasciviousness of the Victorian justice system to a tee. This is among his finest work that encompasses a career of outstanding work.
As Lucy, the beggar woman, Emily Rahm is heartbreaking. Cecilia Jole and Patrick Rooney are well paired as Joanna and Anthony, beautifully managing Sondheim’s tricky patter song “Ah, Miss” with voices that soar. Not only do they possess physical chemistry with one another but vocal as well.
Matt Deitchman is exactly what Adolfo Pirelli calls for; humorous, slimy and threatening. Craig W. Underwood is prefect casting for the Beadle and Anthony Norman’s Tobias spot on.
The ensemble was extremely fine as the Greek chorus and established the creepy tone and seediness of 1840s London beautifully. They are given some of the most difficult music and harmonies in the show which they pulled off to perfection.
Jim Corti’s direction and choreography were superb, capturing the flavor of the original Harold Prince production but bringing a freshness of his own to it. This is a masterful director presenting some of his finest work. His vision is strong and meticulously realized (his staging of “More Hot Pies” made my skin crawl with the crowd slowly circling the table like rats in sexual ecstasy will be forever etched in my psyche).
Music Director Tom Vendafreddo drew a tremendous sound from his 19 piece orchestra and tricked me into believing there were at least 40; very impressive work indeed.
The Scenic Design by Jeffrey D. Kmiec is nothing short of stupendous; huge in scope, providing the hellish world of the musical in all its seediness and filth. Nick Bailey’s Lighting Design makes up the other half of Kmiec’s design, working together like a well-oiled machine, and creating breathtaking tableaux’s throughout.
Theresa Ham’s costumes are first rate and tie in beautifully with Kmiec and Bailey’s designs and Corti’s pungent vision of Sweeney Todd.
Folks, Paramount Theatre in Aurora is the closest thing to New York’s Broadway theatre scene we have and far less expensive. This Sweeney Todd will go down as one for the books and is among the finest production of this Sondheim masterpiece as I have had the good fortune to experience; it is not to be missed.
Sweeney Todd, directed by Artistic Director Jim Corti plays through March 19 at The Paramount Theatre in Aurora. Tickets available through their box office at https://paramountaurora.com/events/sweeney-todd/.
Paramount Theatre in Aurora Serves Up A Breathtaking Sweeney Todd Highly Recommended What is considered by many to be Sondheim’s greatest work Sweeney Todd had its premiere in 1979, starring Len Cariou as the demon barber of Fleet Street Todd and Angela Lansbury (at 65 years of age) as the meat pie maven Mrs.
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Natalia Gorjajnova, January 28, 2017, 12:21- REGNUM
December 16, 2016 year social_movement “Immortal Regiment Russia” lodged a complaint to the Prosecutor’s Office to verify the sayings of the cartoonist Andrey Bilzho about schizophrenia Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya. Co-Chairman of the movement, State Duma deputy Nikolay Zemtsov said then with Duma stand:
— in the family Kosmodemianskikh street there were two hero. From Zoe was brother Alexander as army officer who, under the Withkrólewiec burn samohodke and being wounded, continued the attack with drill parts, already with the Marines, was seriously wounded and died. The people’s movement “Immortal Regiment Russia” does not want to wait for this person and also oshel’mujut and may be accused of something similar. We submitted an application to the Prosecutor-General’s Office, and we would very much like to see the determination made by the Prosecutor’s Office, was unequivocal.
on the protection of honour and dignity of the hero of the Soviet Union sided with the most different forces of our society. Bilzho offered public apologies. Seemingly, the incident is exhausted. But …
9 January Alexander Nevzorov published his reflections about this imposed society debate. Called bright and unvarnished — Zoya Razvesistaja. As “Cranberry” razvesistaja — about the entire history of the Soviet Union.
Monday Morning began with a question from many: have you read? Not read and did not intend — another Brawl around unhappy girl, who died a painful death for me nekrasiva, frivolous and unethical. Oily point on this issue.
when one reads statements like written Bilzho and Nevzorov, it seems that the only sure way is to ignore it. But you can’t ignore. As for Bilzho appeared nevzorov, so for Nevzorov necessarily somebody will continue … Yes and I — as a member of the staff of the Lipetsk branch of the all-Russian public movement “Immortal Regiment Russia” — it would be a shame to keep silent because Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya is only the beginning, followed by “exposing” and other heroes of the great patriotic war. And He already took a step in this direction.
by and large, he did not wrote about Zoya Kosmodem’janskuju. For him it is just an excuse to talk about the main thing — about what Homeland. Question was put in “Panfilovcah”. Understandably, some not in them, but somehow, probably for many cepljajushhe. I think the answer to this question we will get for a long time from different angles and under different verbal sauce.
reply by Nevzorov was unexpected, caused a feeling of disgust. Never thought that people of this level will sink to loose cranberries, which, like yourself is not very welcome. Disappointed. It’s a shame when razocharovyvaesh’sja. The other position can never hurt. It is always interesting to hear how differently and what a person thinks. It’s a shame instead read «razvesistuju cranberries.
in General, an understanding of the Motherland, how about understanding God, say indecent, but really want to. Because what could be more fundamental in life. And it seems to me that we are very interesting people, as Rodinudelim for temporary periods. Here is love, there is no love. But not polosujut. In one period of udobovarimaja, “correct”, the other “cannibalistic mode where public norm was degradation, denunciations and death” and “the dominant feature of the public landscape were stacks of promjorzlyh corpses of the Gulag”. Creepy. Therefore, such a pity no one homeland: neither themselves nor others seem in dry matter, such is the historical logic of Nevzorov. And this Homeland is not sorry — concluded.
I remember from history: with this logic Russian intelligentsia had brought the country to the February first, then to the October revolution of 1917. When the start of the civil war and red terror, a liberal public pripustila from the country. For the motherland have remained hard to beat those for whom it was the Motherland under any name authorities. As Bulgakov? And white, and Red will appear before God. And who is negative hero? -running Thalberg.
thank God Russia is not Nicholas II of Russia, Peter the great, Catherine the great, Stalin and Putin. This is just our trajectory, where we must make a choice. As Yuri by Yuriy Levitanskiy — “everyone chooses for himself. A sense of Homeland too, everyone chooses for himself. In this regard, for me an example was a Russian linguist, doctor of pedagogical sciences, honoured science worker of RF, Yefim Brodsky Passes. I was not lucky to learn from this man, but lucky still to meet with him. That’s really who suffered much from the Soviet power with his “fifth paragraph”. My question about the Homeland he answered me very simply: “we neither the mother nor the Homeland did not choose. Decent people nor the mother nor the birthplace billing does not nullify “.
Unfortunately, in our slovobludskoe time the word “decency” maloupotrebimo. And “decency”, if on the Ozhegovu, is the “inability to anti-social acts; If on Wikipedia vseznajushhej — “the moral quality of a person who does not intentionally harm others” — deliberately — keyword.
in the rhetoric of Nevzorov lies the danger, perhaps, bigger than on all the charges against Zoe. “Signboard” Russia was led astray by the façade of the country. The “Rodina” as a word meaning mass executions, starvation and ditches obsession with delusions of world communism “. This remark Nevzorov is not us who have studied in Soviet schools, educated in the post-Soviet universities, surviving in the 90 ‘s and past zero. We have such a description of our motherland no longer believe. Only usmehnjomsja and povertim finger at his temple. I would not even become a sink to dialogue in the style of such rhetoric.
but my 14-year-old daughter if not believe, then listen can-not enough experience, critical perception of reality. IM young and rebellious, you need a starting point. Benjamin Disraeli said: “If in 16 years you weren’t a liberal — you have no heart. But if you do not become to forty conservative — you have no brains.
so the trajectory of simple rhetoric Nevzorova understandable — teenagers in school for the first time from the Internet know about Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya IP its Homeland for the first time.
just me 40 years, it is unclear why this person, who almost too soon to 60. Why is a person with good education, big life experience — I wonder. But do not deliberately?
my daughter knows a lot about collectivization — I’m from a family of kulaks, peasants. My great grandfather shot in the yard of his house, my great-grandfather and prababku exiled to Siberia, my grandmother hid, not put into an orphanage and brought up in a typical Russian village — this is my homeland. And for the life of me luck with people who were around me — it allows me to say that we have a great country and homeland, which gives us a chance to be decent people. But to become or not to become, it’s our choice.
with age, I think people should more carefully to my words, because words are material and ultimately prevail over any weapons, because the only thing that destroys us makes people — the soul.
there is a sacred taboo that do not allow us to lose a human face. There are human laws that do not allow us to become an ozverevshuju flock. And there’s pain, that runs through the heart of every Russian man — what laws and taboos can protect her? Our Russian history for all of us walked hot iron and a sharp knife — we long to digest the experience of the last hundred years to understand that with us still happened, since history teaches us and the time of troubles was nothing.
But probably should be such moments in history that will be inviolable, that we in this light and slovobludstve with impunity finally lost himself and his Russian identity.
how easy Russian men on the Internet have crucified the Russian girl is Zoe how easily flew into it, no one of which has already been secured, verbal lumps just animal physiological hatred. And if there was someone alive from ejoblizkih, you would so easily and with impunity may juggle words and medical terms? And what is your mother tongue, if someone falls towards you to like?
and plain human decency in this case is an archaic notion, I think, should be a law that prevents forever zamolchavshih from our spitting. As Jews in Israel and a number of European countries. The Holocaust is such an hourly horror becoming commonplace, which causes even more terrifying, such that any words hurt. Holocaust denial itself is already a criminal offence. and an insult to the memory of the heroes of the great patriotic war in our country should also be punishable.
the great patriotic war for us is still a fresh wound. The horror and all the pain of that war for me to fit in the words of one of my grandfather, who in 1941 was 16 years: “Elec so burned that we have in our homes at night light. He lived 70 kilometers from Yelets, which the Germans took in December 1941, managed to take only four days. And in his words, the words of the 80-year-old man, he could hear the pain, powerlessness and ozhestochjonnost’ on its own impotence — 16-year-old boy whose leg is damaged, who walks with difficulty and cannot do anything.
and if, in discussing some moments of our history, we cannot tear each other to death, maybe it’s time to stop us until we remind people and not become completely “tolerance” (read, indifferent) to his human appearance.
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