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claire-starsword · 1 year

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The Guardiana Magic School Run - Part 9

We are back. After all the excitement for Narsha and the lack of excitement for our magic school last time, we've arrived at chapter 3 and Bustoke, the only town we'll be seeing the whole chapter btw.

And before we proceed I need to talk about promotion before I forget again. Just like in the classic game, unpromoted classes are up for promotion starting at level 10, and won't go past level 20. They still get a small drop in stats as they promote, which is so weird, I don't get why is this a thing, and their growth rates change as well, which is the part that makes sense. But I'm not here to explain basic Shining Force, I'm here to talk about the GBA changes specifically, and after praising so many of them I now have to talk about what might be my most disliked one.

The level a character learns spells doesn't adapt to promotion.

What do I mean by that? Let's pick Tao as an example. Tao learns Blaze 4 at level 20. In the classic game, this means either mage level 20, or wizard level 10, because wizard is a promoted class so the game correctly assumes you've had at least 10 levels before getting to level 1 wizard.

In the GBA version, she will learn it either as level 20 mage, or level 20 wizard. Which is at least 10 levels later.

It sucks massively. I get what they were trying to do, trying to make the promotion choice a little more interesting by making you pick between better stats and weapons versus quicker spell learning, but 10 levels is a massive difference, and for some, it's not actually a choice??? Let's look at Anri now, she learns Freeze at level 23. That means she can't get it as a mage at all, she has to promote, and wait ten more levels than she would in the mega drive version. By then I might be finishing the game! So yeah, I will be commenting more on how each character is uniquely screwed by this as they reach promotion level.

For now, the only character that can be promoted is Max, and, I'll be honest, I'm not sure Max can learn spells unpromoted?? He apparently should learn it level 12, aka the next one if unpromoted, but it feels weird. You'll understand when we get there. There's no hero-exclusive sword in this part of the game, so I'm tempted to test it, not like Max needs upgrades for now anyway.

Oh wait, I forgot to check the deals section as well.

lmao.

so, forget everything i said, there's a sword! And if you're reading that thinking "hey aren't aquatic enemies from chapter 5?", yeah! This is incredibly busted for this part of the game, and I don't know how the deals section work, but I tend to get this one fairly frequently. Very useful if you're playing with Amon and Balbaroy who need as much help as they can get, but for Max, it's very much overkill. I believe there's better use of our money for now.

We can, for example, get the beautiful Power Spear for 900 gold. Without the Power Ring, this would get him to 22 attack, same as Khris with the Power Staff, aka Really Good. With the Power Ring, though? He's now at the same level as Max and Gong, except from a distance. Perhaps I can stop bullying this man now!

jk the next battle is full of people who can beat him up from a distance i'm very afraid.

And behold, our next money sink! The Silver Ring is the cooler cousin of the Steel Ring, which is kind of an affront to our beautiful Guardiana but, we just gotta import it I guess.

Speaking of cool relatives, we say hi to Diane who won't be joining us this time sadly, but between hers, Amon and Balbaroy's weapons, and some extra loot from the circus and the abbey I had forgot about, we can already buy one ring. I definitely missed a chance to buy Charm Rings last chapter with this money, but it might be for the best, I did say this team needs defense more than magic res after all.

I hand over the new ring to Lowe, who had only 9 defense, and then give the Steel Ring we picked from the Ghoul last time to Tao, who also had 9 defense. Anri and Arthur also have 9 defense, because magic users are not very original with this stat! but they'll have to wait for now.

And that was a lot of rambling to start a post with. Let's save the game and head to battle.

The Elf Slayer is a spear, stronger than the Power Spear. I'm fairly sure it will be the strongest spear for most of the game before we finally get the Valkyrie at chapter 7. So I want this a lot. Unfortunately this is not a battle I'm confident to rush on.

And yes, it does bonus damage on elves which I think are only like, the archer enemies. I will hate on these guys soon enough so I would like some bonus on massacring them as well.

First we have to witness one of my favorite lines of all times.

Then we get to suspect that Arthur's lack of defense might not be a lack of armor, just a lack of care and brains. I can't heal you when you barely have hp, bestie.

Start of the battle is just going down to meet some skeletons, not a big deal given how the last battle went.

It indeed goes completely fine, these guys are super slow so I even get to coordinate things to get a level up for Anri who is still a bit behind the rest of the team along Arthur. She gets… +1 HP. And nothing else.

These two, man.

We're now at Turn 4 and that's when the real battle begins.

We need to break through this mass of enemies, and a pair of Dark Mages can always cause big damage. I guess Max can tank them because he's like that, but there's still only so much he can survive so we gotta deal with these guys fast.

The worst however is these guys i promised to hate on. Dark Elves. What's not to hate? They have Elven Arrows even though we can't buy those until next chapter. And that weapon? Can one-hit kill. That's right baby our "minimize deaths" goal is now on the hands of RNG. Thrilling.

The best case scenario is that Max never gets close to these guys, but I doubt that will be possible, only Gong also has the defense and HP to tank the other enemies. We can try to advance slowly but with how narrow the passage is, it is bound to become a mess at some point anyway.

Sigh. It's not gonna get better from talking about it. Let's attempt this.

We get a very good turn. Max baits a Dark Mage, taking 7 damage, and Arthur gets to show off the Power Spear + Power Ring combo by killing them instantly. Now there's a Skeleton is front of Max, but these are already weak so who cares. The real problem is that, as you can see, one of the dark elves already came down. We should kill them as fast as possible. Did I mention they have high evasion? They have high evasion. There's also two more skeletons in the way. I hate this battle.

Max and Tao team up to deal with the first Skeleton, and now is Gong's turn. You know, the guy who keeps dying in this run. I think he has enough defense and HP to tank everything here, but the elven arrow is a looming possibility, I don't see any way to wipe this elf right now. And if I don't place Gong here, it's likely they'll go for Max instead, and if he dies that's a loss. They could also go for Tao, who is naturally squishier and also a ranged AoE user, something we desperately need here. So alas. Go Gong, I'm so sorry man.

hoo boy now there's two of them. Gong tanked the mage, but the dark elf that was already here hasn't moved yet. I'm gonna heal just in case. Just to feel something.

THE DARK ELF PROCEED TO SAY, "excuse me skeleton brother can i pass through you please, i'm way too jealous of elves hotter than me to attack anyone already on my range" AND SHOOTS TAO ANYWAY.

did i forget to mention the elven arrow has more range than the arrows available to the player at this point? Yeah that's also a thing. i hate these guys so much. Tao still survived though, so get wrecked. I would love to know how to do this battle in a sane and reasonable way though. Assuming it's possible.

Mister overpowered hero you better deliver i want this fuck dead. And yeah this does put Max in range of the other guy but honestly he was in range for this one too. I'm definitely not smart enough for this.

*sob*

"And this is why I prefer magic."

This finishes the skeleton and thankfully Gong hits the elf to finish the job. Very glad I healed him last turn actually because we might be taking a lot of Blazes as long as I keep focusing on the elves over the Dark Mage. I regret not healing Max actually. Now Khris has to focus on Tao who would definitely die to another shot.

hoo boyy this is not great

Arthur somehow manages to sneak in the turn order exactly between the other dark elves and this one. It's risky to send Arthur like this but, it's 20 attack from the elf versus 9 defense, he should survive a normal hit, and again, a killing hit is better on anyone else besides Max.

Hatred festers in my heart as Arthur misses, but, the elf just moved down??? Legit don't know what they're trying to do, sometimes they do weird things trying to get to Max but, Max was in range. Many people were in range. Why this.

Not complaining though! Lowe, slowest member of the team, can now heal Max in peace.

Gong then gets a chonky counter on the Skeleton.

I won't know true peace until the dark elves are all gone though, so I'm going ahead.

And that's a real one-hit kill, asshole!

Tao has seen better days but Khris will get to heal her soon and I think she can survive the occasional hit. Also I really want this mage gone. They have 50% magic resistance and 8 defense, so the Power Staff is definitely the right call.

i hit the tumblr image limit though, so this is a neat cliffhanger for you until the next reblog :3

#shining force #shining series #guardiana magic school run

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thelreads · 2 years

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When twilight says "there wouldn't be any point to that", I think he means "there wouldn't be any point to look into how anya did well." Which I would argue is a silly thing for him to say: after all, she did literally twice as well in classical language as any other subject, and without the spelling mistakes she would have done better. You'd think Twilight would be all over that, saying "ok Anya what about classical language sticks with you and how can we apply that learning style to your other grades?" Instead, he brushes it off.

HOWEVER, while it is a silly thing to say--and honestly out of character for Twilight the spy--it is not out of character for Twiloid the dad. Twilight, for all his overprepared-ness, does not look into Anya's past beyond the surface bits from a third party. Like, yes, he has the documents about her being passed around families in chapter 1. But beyond those documents he never asks her about her past. He didn't know she still remembered her mom until she cried during the interview; he doesn't know how she was treated at the orphanage (he just assumes that she would make friends since she grew up around other kids). Heck, when she messes around in his psychiatrist office in chapter 29, he immediately assumes she's been horrifically traumatized...but he doesn't do any follow up. This latest chapter is just the next example of Loid seeing something about Anya's past ("how did she get so good at classical language"), making an assumption ("well it doesn't matter"), and not following up ("I'm making Anya's favorite for dinner tonight"). And this time, he doesn't even have the excuse of "the mission" for this: Nightfall would never have missed a chance to improve Anya's grades like that--Twilight really is losing his touch.

This isn't to say I'm bashing Loid btw. I think he's thinking along the lines of "I don't want to make Anya's life harder by dredging up the past (after all repression works for me just fine)". I think the fact that he's not doing his usual over-preparedness and isnt following up with Anya is a sign that he cares about her a lot. He doesn't want to talk about the time before they were together, especially if that could make Anya feel bad. It's the same with Yor; he only bugged her for one day and felt such immense guilt over it. I don't think he would survive asking Anya about her dead mom and seeing her cry.

But I'm pretty sure that Endo is building up "Twilight not asking Anya about her past" to eventually bite him in the ass.

Oh I see, and now that I think about it this way I can agree with that. Ever since the first chapter when he had that epiphany about not liking to see a kid crying twilight has created an unspoken bond with Anya, because like her, he also had a rough childhood and he doesn't want to look back, so he can assume she also doesn't want to do the same.

The time he punched the table and pretty much gave up on his mission was another display of that. Now that we know of his mother, seeing Anya crying for hers woke up a burning rage inside of him that only reinforced that idea. He doesn't want her to have to deal with her past, at least not while she's too young to process it correctly.

His human side is winning against his spy side, he refuses to take and measure that would cause Anya some kind of sadness, all because he wants her to have a happy childhood. Probing her past to learn more about her hidden skills would definitely cause her some degree of pain, and he'd rather die than do that to his kid.

Not that she would tell him that she was a lab rat anyway, she still is too on-guard about this topic, but one day she'll tell it to her out of her own volition. In the meantime we can continue to speculate about the details, before one of the scientist from project Apple find her that is.

#inbetween #SXFC42

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yandereloversblog · 3 years

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May I request a Cupid prompt with Bonnie (fnaf 1)? I love your writing btw!!

𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖!𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕖 -> ℂ𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕕

Cupid ➤ “You must have cast a spell on me. Hit me with some bow and arrow. Only that can explain what I’ve been feeling for you.”

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>Fandom: Five Nights At Freddy's 1

>Character: Bonnie

>Warnings: Yandere, Unhealthy and Toxic mindset, Toxic behaviour.

>Type Of Content: Prompt

>Word Count: 1725

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•The Bonnie's have to be my favorite to write for some reason and thank you! I'm glad my writing is appealing XD

•God this was so rushed- and I didn't deliver. I am so sorry... Might be my shortest fic yet.

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"What is this...?" You couldn't help but to stare at your monitor in shock, the voice of the phone guy becoming background noise as you flipped through the cameras, the sight of the bunny animatronic, or any of the others, looking straight at the camera was pure nightmare fuel "They can come to the office? Well fuck me huh... Why though?" You mumbled in annoyance, looking around, well you had Chica's cupcake so maybe that's why she was coming over. But did you have anything of Bonnie's? You were too tired to think correctly at the moment.

'He activated rather quickly so maybe he's missing his guitar.' You thought to yourself, leaving the monitor on the desk and looked behind you, immediatly huffing once you saw the bunny's guitar 'Not funny Mike.' You were never taking over his shift again. Quickly grabbing his guitar you turned to the left door, planning to peek out the door to see if Bonnie was there only to bump into something. Looking up you finally noticed the bunny through the dark and gulped. Immediatly pointing at his much beloved guitar "H-here you go, sorry Mike borrowed it as a prank..." You tried smiling and then handing it to Bonnie after taking a step away from him "Promise it's not damaged or anything..."

Bonnie was confused, perplexed, you weren't that devil's reincarnat or whoever they were mistaking the other security guard for 'I've seen them around a few times...' Bonnie couldn't help but to just stare, taking in your features and especially felt weird once seeing your attempt at a calm smile, it was cute. He didn't want to harm you...

"It's alright. Even if it is I can just fix it." He spoke without thinking, a choice that nearly made you jump in surprise and stare in shock "Bet ya weren't expectin' that huh." He laughed, taking back his guitar from you with ease because of your frozen state "N-no... That's pretty cool though. I didn't know you had that mechanism." You giggled, although the animatronic's size was scary, his laid back attitude was helping to calm you down.

Your giggle had Bonnie's ears straight up and attentive, trying to listen to as much as he could of the sweet melody 'W-what is wrong with me...' He questioned in his mind while staring at you 'Is it them?' Bonnie found it weird... But it wasn't annoying... It was actually rather pleasant. Looking at your name tag he finally learnt your name "[Y/N]... What a pretty name..." He muttered unconsciously, catching you off guard "U-uh... Thank you?" You chuckled awkwardly, talking with an animatronic was rather hard, especially when he stared at your through the dark with glowing eyes.

Bonnie didn't say anything else and just left, much to your confusion and relief 'Now let's make sure they don't get inside to maul me.' You sighed, muting the phone guy and continuing your job, Bonnie was a little friendly, that probably wouldn't happen with the others.

"Wha' happened lad? Everythin' be alright?" Bonnie barely registered Foxy ask for his wellbeing and instead stared at his guitar "Is it broken?" Freddy asked, frowning, what did Mike do now? "Guys... I think I met an angel. Or cupid." Bonnie mumbled out loud and hugged his guitar, your face printed in his mind. Foxy and Freddy gave each other a look of pure confusion, was the night guard someone else?

You'll probably meet again the next night when you immediatly enter the office "Hey there [Y/N]!" Bonnie grinned, being at the doorframe of your office at startling speed "I thought Foxy was the one who was suppose to run." You chuckled awkwardly, your lack of fear though made Bonnie grin "Well I wanted to see you! Can I come in?" The tilted his head, expression clearly expressing how he didn't want you to be uncomfortable or scared of him "... No, you can't. I need to continue working, sorry Bonnie." You quickly shot the idea down, not wanting to risk it.

"... Alright." Bonnie agreed, a small smile on his face as he looked at you 'Thank God...' You sighed in relief and turned back to the monitor, somehow you weren't getting any of the animatronics come out and seem threatening towards you 'That's good for me right?' You smiled, happily leaning back on the chair.

What continued to confuse you through out the night were Bonnie's constant visits. At some point you actually let him come inside "Oh? You mean why we aren't trying to get inside the office? Well I told the others not to." Bonnie honestly told you once you asked, a grin on his face as one of his ears tilted down, the way he sounded and looked almost made it seem like he wanted to get praised. You stared at him and giggled, reaching up to pet one of the ears that tilted down "Thank you then. You really cut down my workload." His other ear immediatly shot up, even Bonnie himself flinched in shock at the sudden contact "O-Of course [Y/N]..."

The way he was acting, wanting to be spoiled was adorable but you also had more questions for the animatronic, and by his state he seemed like he'd answer any of them "Still, why did you do that?"

"It's because I like you of course!" The sudden claim made you look over at him in shock, only after a few minutes of awkward silence and you stepping away did Bonnie realize what he had said. His ears immediatly lowered down, almost as if he was trying to hide his face from embarrassment "Y-You mean as a friend right...?" You quickly tried clarifying, suddenly getting chills when Bonnie peeked at you from behind his ears.

The way he looked was... Disturbing you, an intense gaze from those pinkish-red eyes that held you in place, you tried staying calm when he got up from his seat and walked towards you, leaving his guitar on the side. He had you trapped, hands on either of the armrest of the chair and stared down at you, taking in your features, although you seemed scared he couldn't help but to feel happy and relaxed at being so close to you, even one of his ears twitched in happiness.

"You must really be cupid huh..." Bonnie mumbled unconsciously and leaned back away from you, speaking with a confused and perplexed tone "W-what...?" You asked, just as confused yet afraid, was he not going to hurt you? Does that mean he liked you more than a friend? HOW???

"I really... REALLY like you. I can actually imagine myself forever being by your side" Bonnie continued with a thoughtful hum to his voice. Grabbing his guitar he looked back at you and grinned "And... I like it." His statement was innocent enough, even somewhat cute if it hadn't been for his next words "Oh I know! If I want to continue feeling like this I'll just have to keep you here with me forever~" The sudden realization, like it was his best idea yet, made the bunny animatronic so happy, even his tail started wiggling a little bit.

"W-what? Hey- Bonnie come on, this isn't funny." You tried not to show your fear but the stuttering words betrayed you, you immediatly tried getting up to escape through one of the doors but you were stopped by Bonnie grabbing your arm tightly "What's not funny is you suddenly assaulting me with these strange feelings... This isn't a joke darling." His tone took a more serious turn, even narrowing his eyes to slightly glare at you, he reached in, grabbing at your jaw with an iron grip and tilted his head innocently, like he wasn't doing anything wrong, his usual playful grin returning.

"Don't worry little cupid~ I'll be sure to treasure these feelings forever if you continue to stay by my side~"

You shuddered at the promise he made, the sickly grin on Bonnie's face made it impossible for you to feel any sort of calmness or peace "... P-please let go. I don't like this." You mumbled truthfully, the situation making you sick to your stomach, especially when Bonnie looked so lost when you said that, like you were speaking another language "Why are you doing this?" You quickly looked at the clock, good, it was nearly 6 am. You just needed to drag this out.

"Well... It't because you must have cast a spell on me. Hit me with some bow and arrow. Only that can explain what I’ve been feeling for you." The reasoning made you stop and stare in shock, was this why you were getting called cupid? "I... I didn't do anything..." You told him, speaking as slowly and surely as you could "Yes. Yes you did." Bonnie chuckled, poking your cheek once you glanced at the clock again and smirked "6 am won't be able to save you from me darling. Nothing will~" He chuckled softly and then picked you up, much to your dismay.

"Gonna need to make sure you don't shoot anyone else other than me right?~"

#yandere #yandere fnaf #yandere x reader #yandere bonnie #yandere fnaf 1 #yandere prompts

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algumaideia · 3 years

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The ableism in the Acotar series

I was thinking about all the problematic aspects of the Acotar books, and I realized that they are pretty ableist. I don’t know if someone have already talked about it, but just in case I’ll do it. But before I start, I need to say some things:

1. I haven’t read the series for a while, and I don’t remember some stuff. So, I might write something that is wrong.

2. I’m not disabled myself. This post is based on my research about disabilities and how disabled people are represented in the media. I have a lot of interest in the subject, and I also researched about it because I’m writing a story with several disabled characters. I also did a school project about assistive technologies.

3. English is not my mother language and I’m still learning it. There are gonna be spelling and grammar mistakes. I’m sorry about it, but it is life.

4. I haven’t read the acosf book, so maybe SJM changed the story or some character in this book and therefore my post will be incorrect.

5. Besides the fact that I consider Emerie to be disabled, I won’t talk about her in the post. Because as I said I didn’t read acosf and I think that her appearance in the acofas has the same purpose that the other female Illyrians (since Idk how to write Illyrians this will be write wrong in the entire post, I’m sorry).

6. I forget the name of some characters and I don’t want to search it, so I’ll just give them new names.

Now let’s begin.

I’ll analyze the following characters in this post: Papa Acheron, Lucien, Cassian and Ianthe, the woman from the library and the female Illyrians, the female creature from the forest, the Illyrian soldiers that came back from the war and the girl who couldn’t fly. I think I forgot someone, but patience. In the end of the post I’ll talk about disabilities, ableism and worldbuilding.

I also would like to say that almost all her characters got their disability as a punishment, and the problem with this is that it always links disability with something bad.

Papa Acheron:

As I said Papa Acheron got his disability as a punishment, since he didn’t pay his debts, some people went in this house and broke his leg. I might be wrong, but I think that it didn’t healed well and because of that he has chronic pain. So, to better analyze him I’ll compare him to two other characters with chronic pain, Kaz Brekker and Melissa, one of my main characters.

Papa Acheron became useless after he became disabled. He thought he was useless and by extension Feyre thought it too. I’m not saying that internalized ableism doesn’t exist, but the narrative never calls it out. Feyre accepts this excuse, it is kind of implied that if he weren’t disabled, he would be able to help his family and get money. Now let’s look to Kaz (I haven’t read the second book of the duology, please no spoilers). He accepts his disability, not only that but he uses his cane as one of his symbols. He goes against the idea that a disabled person is stuck with a cane or a wheelchair or whatever. He feels free with his cane. Now, this doesn’t mean that every disabled character needs to feel okay with his disability. My character, Melissa, feels a lot of anger because of her chronic pain. It hurts her, it disrupts her plans, it makes her suffer. However, it didn’t stop her to live her life and she also is not seeking anyone’s pity, which is very different from the Papa Acheron situation. Mel has friends, a social life, she studies, she will have a job, she will date, get married and have children. She doesn’t feel mad because she is disabled, she is also autistic, and she loves that part of herself. What bothers her is that her disability makes her feels a lot of pain. Papa Acheron is just someone to you feel bad and angry about. He doesn’t do anything because he is disabled and believes that this makes his useless and the narrative kind of agrees with him.

Lucien:

Lucien doesn’t have one eye, and that’s what makes him disabled. He became disabled as a punishment for falling in love with a lesser fae and not only that, but he is only without his mechanic/magic eye when he is on his worse. He was without his eye when his family was torturing and banishing him. And then when he was UTM. Again, disability being connected with bad things. Now about his mechanic eye. The first time that Feyre describes his eye she says it is creepy. Which is bad. But also, why it had to be magic and give him the ability to see spells or something like that (this was never brought back btw)? Why can’t he have a normal mechanical eye? Why he needs a mechanical eye? Why does his mechanical eye need to compensate the fact he is disabled? He is as much complete with and without his eye.

Cassin and Ianthe:

I put this two together for one reason, their disabilities were cured. I’ll talk about Cassian first. When they invaded Hybrein (I also don’t know how to write the name of the country) they hurt his wings badly. And considering that to Illyrians the wings are as much a limb as an arm or a leg, he was disabled for a while. (I’m aware that to something be considered a disability it needs to be long lasting. But I think that the fact that it was cured is ableist, if I’m not wrong the text said it was a miracle he was healed.)Then we had Cassian in the floor with his wings all damaged, suffering a lot, what a horrible scene. But don’t worry! The next time he’ll appear completely cured, because being disabled is such a horrible thing and SJM never used deus ex machina to save her characters. So, this injured made him disabled for a while, and it could be interesting. The wings are the Illyrian symbol, the symbol of their toxic masculinity and their sexism. Cassian being disabled because of his wings would make him revalue his culture and his own idea of masculinity and it would be so amazing. But he was cured. I think that this makes Cassian falls in the disabled for one day trope. Just like Ianthe. First the way she became disabled was disgusting. Feyre invading her mind was such a horrible thing to do. I’m not denying that Ianthe is a terrible person/fae but that doesn’t change the fact that it was a horrible scene. I really dislike characters with telepathic powers, because for me their powers are crossing a line. They invade and control someone’s mind. They take off the person free will. They basically turn the person in a robot. If I remember correctly when Feyre made Ianthe broke her hand it was with the purpose to make it useless. And when she appeared again in all her glory she was, surprise, surprise, cured.

The woman from the library and the female Illyrians:

I put they together because their disabilities are used for the same two purposes. The first is that they became disabled as a punishment for being female, and the second it to show how FEMINIST Rhysand is. He isn’t feminist, so all these women suffered for nothing. Again, disability being linked with bad things. The symbol of the female Illyrians suffering is they becoming disabled. NOT GOOD AT ALL. About the woman from the library, she was there to also show how good Feyre is. She is there so we can feel pity of her. She didn’t deserve it.

The female creature who couldn’t see:

My problem with her is that it is implied/said that she has better senses because she is blind. And that’s not how it works?? People just pay more attention in what they hear, touch or smell when they are blind/visually impaired.

The girl who couldn’t fly:

I'm gonna call her Anna. First Anna is like the only character who just have a disability. No trauma, no war, no punishment. She just has. Then she is a great disabled character, right? Wrong. She has inspirational porn written all over her story. She is there to make Feyre feel better about herself and make other abled people/fae feel inspired. She is there so we can say: ohhh poor thing, but at least she overcame her disability and now can fly. So ableist. Anna is also only valued after proving herself useful. That is wrong. Disabled people should be valued because they are people. They don’t need to be amazing in anything to be treated with respect.

The Illyrian soldiers:

My problem with them is how their disability is used to reinforce sexism and make Cassian and Rhysand feel bad. But what about the Illyrian soldiers? How are they feeling? It seems this is not important. They also bother me because of worldbuilding questions.

Disabilities, ableism and worldbuilding:

First, why humans and fae feel the same about disabled people? Feyre has the same opinion the IC have. And the humans and fae were separated for 500 years. This doesn’t make sense. Every court think the same thing about disabled fae? Does something change if the disabled fae is a lesser or a higher fae? It should make a difference. A real world example of how social class affects the way disabled people are treated: the first school for deaf people created only taught children of the nobles.

And why the way people look to disabled fae didn’t change after the war? What about the assistive technology? You know what, it is unrealistic the fact that we don’t have any assistive technology in this world. But this happen in the antient times, how could there be any assistive technology? First, assistive technology is everything that helps a disabled person, a cane, a screen reader, a scooter. Everything can be an assistive technology. Second, assistive technologies exist since the antiente times. One of the oldest prothesis were found in a mummy. There is a painting of Hephaestus using a wheelchair. And considering that this series happens in what was supposed to be the Middle ages, it was supposed to have assistive technologies. Wheelchairs during this time were heavy and the user couldn’t use it by himself, but they existed. There are records of a king using a wheelchair during the middle ages. And I mean with the war something was supposed to change. The first place to blind people in the France was created because 300 soldiers came back from the crusades without their eyes. It was in the century 20 that disabled people started to be more included in the society. And one of the reasons were the soldiers that came back from WW1 and WW2 disabled. Not only that but in war times the technology improves, so a lot of new assistive technologies and materials were created during this time. The first record of guide dogs comes from 1819 in school in Vienna, but it didn’t work. Only after WW1 that guide dogs appeared again. And you know with what purpose? Help veterans that were blind due to the war. Braille was a system used for the French army during battles. Louis Braille only made it simpler. The war should change something.

Why is the world ableist? The excuse that this is an antient society doesn’t work my friend. The Egypt was a very including country. Blind people could be part of any social class. Dwarfs were part of the society since they had a dwarf god. In antient Japan blind people were expected to be independent. They could work with music, religion, telling stories etc. And the work of telling stories was very important since it made the Japanese tradition to continue. The excuse that this is an antient society is just this, an excuse. Now she could have used to say something. Leigh Bardugo used the ableism of her world to criticize the ableism of our world. I’m doing the same thing with my story. SJM made an ableist world just because.

That was my analysis. I’m sorry this was very long. I know this was a little confusing, but it was very difficult to put all the stuff that was in my mind in text. In my mind everythig made sense, but when I was writing it I realized I wasn’t following a logical argument. If that makes sense. Anyway, thank you for reading it.

If you read the books and realized I wrote something wrong, please tell me. If you are disabled and think I said something offensive, I’d love to hear you. If you are non-disabled and want to comment and give your opinion, feel free. And if you don’t want to comment, don’t do it. You can do whatever you want.

Best regards,

Me.

Ps. This is my first post in Tumblr, so I don’t know if I tagged it right, if you want to help, I would be really grateful.

#anti sjm #sjm critical #anti rhysand #anti feyre #anti acotar #anti acowar #anti acomaf #ableism #six of crows #kaz brekker #disablity representation #disabled characters #lucien vanserra #cassian

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hatterstan-shameblog · 4 years

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The Best Quiche in Tokyo

Rating: ‼️18+ Minors Do Not Interact ‼️

Warnings: explicit sexuality (it literally takes place at an orgy so like.......Y’know)

Characters: Hatter (Takeru), Aguni, and Female Reader (You)

Summary: When one of your customers invites you to a potluck-slash-orgy, you assume the “orgy” part is a joke—because nobody really hosts a potluck and an orgy at the same time, right?

Notes: One time, @nessinborderland (happy belated birthday btw) gave me the brilliant idea of Hatter hosting an orgy and serving really good food and I just......ran with it. This ended up being part comedy, part character study—and mostly features Aguni, if you can believe it! I don’t know, I just let the story take me where it wanted to go! (Also, this is definitely the longest thing I’ve written on here, so get ready to dig in!)

It’s a beautiful Sunday afternoon in March, and you’re standing in front of a hat shop. Well, technically, you’re slightly to the left of a hat shop, peering down a skinny alleyway in search of a door or a set of stairs—something to indicate that there is, in fact, an apartment up there and this is not just an elaborate prank.

There is a very good chance this is a prank—after all, the eccentric man who walked into your stationary store two weeks ago seemed...off. Not in a bad way, just. One-of-a-kind. Unique. Entirely himself, in a way that people usually aren’t.

Was he flirting or was he just overly friendly when he leaned in just a bit too close to see the various fonts available for his choosing? It’s difficult to say. He did seem genuinely interested to know the difference between serif and sans serif, which doesn’t much thrill your customers on the regular. Does asking for an extra business card ‘for his personal records’ count as a pick-up line? It’s hard to say. Not that it matters much, of course—you are a professional, he is a customer, and there’s nothing more to it.

And you really are a professional, because when he told you that he wanted—in metallic gold, 30-point, center aligned—to say, quote, “The Third Annual Springtime Potluck and Orgy: Presented by Danma Takeru,” you didn’t so much as bat an eye. Partially because he was very insistent that you spell his name correctly, and partially because. Well. How does a person respond to that?

In truth, he ended up being one of your better customers—he showed a genuine interest in the process while still deferring to your expertise—and when one of the printed invitations arrived in your mailbox, you figured you might as well go see what the fuss is about. It could be an opportunity to meet some new friends, maybe drum up a little business if you’re lucky.

And besides—a potluck-slash-orgy? Who would even do that?

The merry little jingle of bell catches your attention, and you turn your head to see a solemn-looking man peeking his head around the hat shop’s glass door. He looks at you. He looks at the plastic-wrapped pie in your hands. He looks back at you.

He frowns.

“Hi,” you say, putting on your most charming smile in the hopes that he’ll stop looking at you like you just slapped him across the face, “I’m, uh, I’m here for the party!”

You shuffle over to him, careful not to scuff the white of your sensible-yet-pretty patent leather heels on the sidewalk. Maybe you’re dressed too formally—he’s wearing a plain white t-shirt and a pair of jeans while you’re sporting a calf-length chiffon dress dyed in a lovely array of watercolor blues and violets.

Oh dear, what a faux-pas! There was no dress code listed on the invite, but maybe you should’ve dressed in a more casual fashion. You don’t live far, you could probably run home quickly and change...

“Do you...have an invitation,” the man asks, crossing his arms across his chest and furrowing his brow. Is he annoyed? No, no. He seems. Confused? Wary? How very strange.

“Oh, of course,” you answer, reaching a fumbling hand into your purse to search for the little pink envelope, “I almost forgot it walking out the door, but I remembered at the last second! I can be a bit scatterbrained sometimes!”

The man doesn’t say anything, but leans forward to inspect the invitation once you manage to produce it from the cluttered mess that is your handbag.

“I know the time said it started at three, but the pie took a little longer than expected. It takes time for the chocolate to set, and—“ you gasp, covering your mouth with your invite-laden hand, “I haven’t kept you waiting, have I? I’m so sorry, Mister...?”

“Call me Aguni,” he says, and his eyes narrow slightly when you give him your most chipper ‘thank you’ and apologize for not being able to shake his hand at the moment. What a strange man.

“You,” he asks slowly, “you read the invitation, right?”

“Of course I did! I’m the one who made them,” you explain, puffing your chest up with pride, “and our host was kind enough to send one to me! He must have really liked my work!”

“...Yeah,” the man called Aguni says, “I’m sure that’s it.”

But, to your pleasure, he steps aside and holds the door open for you to enter. Such a strange man, but at least he’s gentlemanly enough to hold the door for you as you step inside.

“Oh, wow,” you say, “this place is amazing!”

And maybe it sounds silly, but you’re being entirely honest. There are hats in shelves, hats hanging on the wall, hats on faceless plastic heads on the counter and placed atop a long wooden table to the left—all of them in different shapes and colors, embellished and feathered and ribboned to the nines. There’s a certain magic to a little place like this, a kind of whimsical charm you want to bottle and keep on the kitchen windowsill.

“Walls could use some paint. Floor needs polished, too,” Aguni says, “but...yeah, I guess it’s nice enough.”

You follow him as he leads you towards the back, your eyes drinking in all the details of this fascinating little shop.

“No, no, the walls and the floor are perfect,” you assert with a wide-mouthed smile, “it gives it character. Makes it feel...like home, I think.”

“Takeru says the same thing,” Aguni answers with a chuckle, “although I also think he just doesn’t want to put in the work. He’s...not very handy.”

There is a second door at the very back of the shop, and once again, Aguni holds it open for you. Perhaps his original air of discontent was a simple case of shyness—maybe he just takes a bit to warm up to people. Well, just wait until he tries your homemade triple-chocolate silk pie; you’ll be best friends in no time!

He leads you into a tiny courtyard, which is just barely big enough to hold a steep set of metal stairs and a handful of plant pots, which remain empty due to the early spring cold. But, oh, it must be so lovely back here when the plants are in full bloom! You say as much to your companion, who actually manages to smile a bit in your direction as he leads you up the stairs.

“Those are mine, actually,” he tells you, his boot-covered feet thunking up the stairs at a leisurely pace, “He lets me garden back here.”

You picture it—this tall, stoic man, kneeling on the ground, his gloved hands tending little green sprouts as the morning sun shines gold and warm on the cold stone ground. The thought of it warms you. Does he know anything about succulents? You’ve always thought they would look so cute in the shop...

“Look,” Aguni says when the two of you reach a very drab-looking door, “I’m not trying to be a jerk, but...you sure you’re ready for this?”

What an odd thing to say! Maybe you’re acting more nervous than you originally thought? It is rather daunting, walking into a party of strangers; but, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

“You’re sweet for worrying about me,” you respond, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “but if everyone is half as lovely as you, I’m sure I’ll do just fine. I will probably stick with you for a while—if that’s okay, of course!”

“Alright, then.” Aguni says—and is that a hint of a blush you see creeping up his neck? All this time, you thought he was just being strange, but he’s just a little shy! You give his arm a knowing pat before withdrawing your touch, and he quickly turns around to unlock the door.

Are all of Takeru’s friends this adorable? You hope so. You follow your bashful escort inside—the genkan is already full of shoes, but you manage to squeeze yours in between a pair of snakeskin wedge heels and the wall. Aguni also removes his boots, and you’re happy he isn’t going to stay down in the hat shop the whole time. He can introduce you to everyone, and maybe—

You hear something. Was that...? No, no, you must be imagining things. You definitely did not just hear a woman moan on the other side of the wall. You stop and angle your head towards the door slightly to get a better listen. It’s all rather muffled (it must be well-insulated!) but there’s definitely some kind of music playing. Maybe it’s part of a song?

It happens again. This time, it’s deeper, and more of a prolonged “ah” sound. And then laughter. Aguni is looking at you in that concerned way of his again.

Instead of waiting for him to open the door for you a third time, you decide to take initiative and open it yourself—a show of confidence, to put his mind at ease. For a moment, it looks like he’s going to try and stop you, but he instead just crosses his arms and watches as you open the door to the rest of the house.

The first thing you see is candles. Little flickering spots of yellow-orange flame, winking inside clear glass votives. A trio of them on the kitchen table to the left, surrounded by a mismatched variety of trays and plates and bowls, each holding a different delicacy.

There’s a candle on the kitchen counter, next to the refrigerator. One on a bookshelf, which is filled to bowing with vinyl LP’s. Two on either side of the television, and a cluster of them on a coffee table next to a fishbowl of shiny gold squares and—

Oh.

Oh, dear.

There are limbs. Moving, writing, reaching. Hands grabbing. Mouths kissing. Mouths...doing things other than kissing. Oh, God, there’s boobs. And somebody’s butt. Aw, geez, there goes another one. How many naked people are there in here, anyways?

“Oh, hey!”

A familiar voice calls out from the fleshy throng, and your stomach drops. Like Venus emerging from the surf, you see Danma Takeru rise up from the crowd, hair mussed and smiling mouth smudged with at least two different colors of lipstick. While he does appear to be wearing some kind of brightly-patterned robe, the more he stands, the less confident you are that it’s actually covering anything.

You spin on your heel, unwilling as of the moment to become visually acquainted with your host’s penis, and you’re met once more with Aguni’s concerned stare. This time, though, you understand why he’s looking at you like that, and it makes the burn of embarrassment creeping up your neck that much hotter.

“Do you want to leave?”

This is. Oh, boy. This is a lot. Aguni must be able to sense your discomfort, although you imagine it’s rather palpable at the moment.

“I,” you say, “I don’t...know.”

And you say you don’t know because you truly don’t know what to do. Was it really so naïve of you to think that the ‘orgy’ part of the invitation was some kind of weird inside joke? Is there some kind of social protocol for these things?

You feel two hands descend upon each of your shoulders, and you try to convince yourself that they are slightly damp with sweat as opposed to any other kind of aqueous material.

“You made it,” Takeru exclaims with genuine excitement as he gives your person a gentle shake, “I’m so glad you decided to come!”

“He’s covered, don’t worry,” Aguni says to you before directing his attention over your shoulder, “I take it you didn’t tell her.”

“Tell her what?”

The hand on your right shoulder stays while the left slips away, leaving room for Takeru to stand at your side and squeeze you against him in a weird little half-hug. In another situation, you might enjoy the way the silk of his robe whispers against the skin of your arms, perhaps smile at the warm comfort of a lazy arm thrown about your shoulders like a heavy scarf, but. Well. Right now, it’s just a little...awkward.

Aguni rolls his eyes.

“About that,” he says, gesturing impatiently at the debauchery behind your back, “I mean, just look at her face.”

“Mori-chan, how could you be so rude to our lovely guest? Darling,” Takeru says, turning your face towards him with two fingers under your chin, “don’t listen to him, you’re...ah, I see what you mean.”

Is your expression really that bad? It must be, because Takeru very slowly and very carefully withdrawing his arm from around your shoulder and taking a generous step to the side. His mouth is twisted into a rather comical gaping frown, his eyes nervously darting side-to-side.

“In my defense,” he says, putting his hands up like some kind of fucked-out traffic cop at a four-way intersection, “the, uh, the orgy part was very prominent. Big letters, right at the top.”

“I,” you reply, “I thought it was...a joke?”

“This is why we don’t just hand out invitations,” Aguni grits through his teeth, “for fuck’s sake, Takeru, we’ve talked about this!”

“I know, I know. I am humble enough to admit when I’ve fucked up, and this time, I have fucked up in a truly spectacular fashion,” Takeru’s gaze shifts from horrified to quizzical as he scrutinized you for a moment, “Unless...you’d like to stay?”

You look at the pie. The slowly-warming chocolate is beginning to sweat beneath the thin film of plastic wrap you so lovingly secured with lilac ribbon.

“Or you could slap him on the way out,” Aguni offers, “he’s very slap-able.”

“It’s true! And when you slap me,” he whips his head to the side suddenly, “my hair does that and it looks really cool!”

Yeah, okay—it did look pretty cool. But, does he deserve to be slapped? Probably for something else, but not for this. It’s a simple misunderstanding, and honest mistake on both your parts.

“I want...” you start, and the way they’re looking at you, wide-eyed and breath-bated, reminds you of the final rose ceremony on The Bachelorette.

It’s kind of hilarious, actually.

“I, uh,” you continue, “I want to...to put this in the refrigerator, if that’s okay? It’s, uh, starting to melt...”

To say that Takeru’s face lights up is an understatement. With a mega-watt smile and a sparkle in his eye, he swoops his arm back around your shoulder and begins leading you towards the kitchen.

Although you have (almost) gotten used to the sea of strangers fucking and moaning in the background, you still choose to politely avert your gaze as you pass them by. You instead focus on Takeru, who has taken this opportunity to explain the inner-workings of...whatever this is.

“...And I personally see to it that these events remain exclusive,” he says, “Although I do occasionally invite outsiders, such as yourself. You were just so sweet and helpful, I couldn’t resist trying my luck and sending you an invite.”

“Thank you,” you say, “although, I, uh...”

He opens the refrigerator door and motions for you to place the pie inside. Luckily, it’s mostly empty, save for a collection of bottled water and a tin of what looks to be cat food. You’re grateful to not have to carry it around anymore, and thank him for his assistance.

It’s finally time for you to acknowledge the proverbial ‘elephant in the room’—except, you’re not exactly sure how to begin.

“I,” you start, stopping to bite your lip, “I, uh. Is it okay if I...don’t, y’know, do the whole...uh...sex thing?”

“Oh, do you prefer to watch?”

“No! I mean, no, uh,” you laugh nervously, “I’m just...”

Takeru chuckles.

“I’m only teasing. You’re more than welcome to skip the sex and go straight to the food. As long as you’re on the kitchen side, nobody will touch you. It’s one of our rules.”

He motions for Aguni to come over with a wave of his arm, smiling when the tall man comes to lean against the kitchen counter.

“Mori-chan also prefers to abstain from the more salacious aspects of our little gathering, so the two of you can keep each other company.”

“I’m usually in charge of the food,” Aguni adds, “and I try to make sure the candles stay lit.”

“I, uh, I noticed those on the way in. They’re nice.”

Takeru leans towards you as if he’s about to share a secret.

“I don’t mean to be indelicate,” he says in a low tone, “but there is a certain stench that comes with these events. Sweat, musk, various secretions...it all really adds up in the end.”

“It’s awful,” Aguni concludes, “but candles help dissipate the worst of it.”

“Oh, and the ambiance,” Takeru exclaims, “there’s just nothing like candlelight to really get people in the mood for—“

A sharp ding! makes you jump. From what you can gather, it came from the small oven to Aguni’s left.

“Hold it right there,” Takeru growls towards Aguni, who had been in the middle of donning a pair of floral-printed oven mitts, “she needs thirty more seconds.”

Aguni looks at you and rolls his eyes. You stifle a giggle behind your hand, hoping your host doesn’t notice.

“I saw that,” Takeru snips towards Aguni, “honestly, Mori-chan, you get one new friend...”

And even though he’s mid-scold, there remains a joviality to Takeru’s tone—a testament, you believe, to what can only be a long-standing friendship between him and Aguni. It’s hard not to feel jealous of their easy back-and-forth, their banter like a well-matched game of tennis.

“Now you can take her out,” Takeru says, “but, so help me God, if you don’t let her rest for seven minutes–“

“–They’ll never find my body, I know, I know,” Aguni finishes, gingerly placing a metal pan on the stove, “Look, we’ve got it handled. You can go back to your side of the party and I’ll call you when it’s plated.”

“Fine,” Takeru answers with a false pout, “but only because I know she’ll keep you honest.”

And just like that, it’s just you and Aguni once more—but, this time, he seems much more at ease to have you around. Happy, almost. It must be kind of boring, sitting alone in a kitchen while everyone else is...well, busy.

“So,” you say, moving to Aguni’s side to peer into the baking pan, “looks kind of like...a quiche?”

“Not just any quiche,” Aguni answers, opening the drawer to his right and digging a hand inside, “the best quiche in Tokyo.”

He pulls out a shiny silver chef’s knife and places it on the counter. Next comes a pair of dainty forks, delicate little things one might use for tea cakes at a French-inspired bistro. Knowing what you know about Takeru—which, granted, isn’t very much at all—it doesn’t surprise you in the least.

“You’re in front of the plates,” he says, tapping the cabinet directly in front of your face, “grab us some?”

“But we’re supposed to wait seven minutes,” you protest, all while following his instructions, “it’s only been...like, three.”

Aguni’s eyes take on a glint of mischief.

“Only a problem if we get caught.”

Honestly, it looks divine. Pillowy-soft and the perfect pale-yellow hue, delicate tendrils of steam billowing out as he drags the knife through. You hadn’t ever seen a non-rectangular quiche before, but you suppose it makes sense; there are a fair few people in attendance, and the standard circular composition wouldn’t quite feed everyone.

He serves you first. A corner piece (which he insists are the best), speckled with herbs and studded with little pieces of what you assume to be some kind of ham. Little strings of cheese stick to the blade of the knife, and Aguni scrapes them off with the side of a fork, which he then hands to you.

“Takeru doesn’t cook much,” Aguni explains, playing his own small square, “but when he does...”

The sound that comes from your mouth as you take your first bite of quiche could rival any of those happening in the orgy across the room. Oh, that is so good! Buttery crust, the salt of cheese and ham, the subtle bite of onion—and there’s something else there, something you can’t quite place, but you know it tastes absolutely heavenly. Immediately, you take another bite.

“Grew the herbs de Provence myself,” Aguni mentions, “He refuses to use store-bought.”

“Makes all the difference,” you respond, “I could eat the whole pan by myself.”

“I did that for my last birthday, actually,” Aguni chuckles around a forkful of quiche, “Takeru insisted on putting all thirty-eight candles in before carrying it to the table—you know, like a dumbass. Part of his hair caught fire, and I had to give him a haircut at two in the morning because he was so distraught.”

The two of you laugh—Aguni at the memory, and you at the idea of a tearful Takeru sulking as Aguni snipping the fried locks with a pair of kitchen shears.

“He forgave me, even though I took a whole two inches off,” Aguni sets his empty plate in the sink and looks out of the small window above it, “He’s not a bad guy, you know. Doesn’t always make the best choices, sure, but he’s got a good heart in him.”

There is a sadness here, something in Aguni that speaks to a troubled past you haven’t quite unearthed yet—and you know better than to press him, especially here, especially now.

“Well, I can’t say I’m an expert,” you say, handing him your plate, “but you two seem like decent people. Orgies aside, of course.”

“Of course,” Aguni nods, “though I don’t suppose you’ll come to the next one, will you?”

For the first time since your arrival, you allow yourself to watch the festivities happening across the room. It isn’t that bad, you suppose—it’s just a group of people having a fun time together, laughing and gasping and enjoying each others’ bodies in a safe and comfortable place. It’s not something you necessarily want to do yourself, but...well, the ‘weird’ factor of the whole thing has gone down exponentially over the past hour or so.

“And miss out on the best quiche in Tokyo,” you say, nudging against Aguni’s arm with your shoulder, “not a chance!”

#alice in borderland #hatter #danma takeru #alice in borderland netflix #spicy boy #morizono aguni #writings and such #THIS TOOK ME OVER A MONTH TO WRITE OH MY GOD #alice in borderland fanfic #obvi this takes place before borderland #so I guess this is an au?#also I hinted at Ziggy the cat because I am self-indulgent and evil #can’t believe I actually wrote it lads

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16 Yengilla 🥺

Hey Aaliyah!! Sorry this is so late btw- I got way too involved by Yen and Fringilla bonding over lack of accomodations for schoolwork, but c’est la vie I guess.

16.) One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.

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“It’s not fair!” Fringilla says, scowling when her potion doesn’t bubble like it’s supposed to. “How are you so good at this?”

“Practice,” Yennefer says, sing-songing in the way she knows Fringilla just hates. She can’t help but annoy the girl- Fringilla’s always been so good at everything she does at Aretuza.

Probably because her great-uncle is a mage, Yennefer had thought bitterly many a time. So it’s gratifying now to see something she’s not good at.

...or it would be, had it not been Yennefer’s job to make sure her potion skills were up to par. Honestly, between this and the tutoring Tissaia has her do, you’d think she was trying to make Yennefer Aretuza’s next professor or something!

“Alright,” Yennefer says finally, trying to keep the sigh out of her voice. “Show me your process.”

Fringilla blinks. “You want me to make this potion again?”

Yennefer understands her disbelief- under ideal conditions, the potion takes about an hour to make, and Fringilla’s already spent nearly two trying to make this failed batch. Still…

“It’ll be the fastest way to help you,” Yennefer says, briskly snapping on a pair of potion gloves. “Come on, we don’t have time to waste.”

Between the two of them, they manage to divvy up reagent preparation quite nicely. Occasionally, Yennefer looks over to where Fringilla is grinding her petals, but she’s doing it correctly- perfectly textbook, even!

Strange, Yennefer thinks as she cuts and guts the necessary stems. Problems as big as the ones Fringilla’s been having usually stem from faulty reagent prep, but if she’s doing that correctly, then what-

And then they get to the portion where Fringilla has to lift her small cauldron over the fire, and it all snaps into place.

“You can’t lift your cauldron into position properly, can you?” Yennefer says, eyes fixed on Fringilla’s good hand where she’s clutching the cauldron for dear life. Her other hand, the one she’d withered on their first day here, hangs limply at her side. “Why didn’t you ever ask for help?”

As soon as the words fall from Yennefer’s mouth, she knows she’s made a mistake. The seldom-seen anger on Fringilla’s face just underlines that fact.

“I did,” she spits, slowly lowering her cauldron to the ground with a shaky hand. “And Tissaia never did anything- just said I had to work hard and catch up because this level of quality was ‘unacceptable’.”

Yennefer blinks in shock, but then she remembers her own struggles to get the help she needed- her back didn’t allow her to perform the more difficult physical tasks, and she’d lobbied for ages trying to get the accommodations she’d needed for the classes. She’d finally gotten them when she’d told Tissaia it looked like the Rectoress had wanted her to fail, calling her teaching skills into question- she’s quite touchy about those, Yennefer’s found.

Fringilla is… scared of Tissaia. All the students in their year know this. None of them are quite sure why, but it’s evident in the way she often goes rigid around the Rectoress, in the way her eyes go wide and white, darting from wall to wall as she tries to look away. No wonder she’d not been able to get accommodations from Tissaia.

Yennefer’s not one for pity- she’s tasted enough of it from others to know she hates it. What she does next is not pity- it’s simple empathy.

“Stay here,” she says, walking towards the door. She takes a quick look into the hall- good, no one’s around- before shutting the door closed and locking it tight.

“What are you doing?” Fringilla says, eyes darting over to the closed door. “Yenna, what-”

“Try it now,” Yennefer says. “But use the lifting spell we learned last year.”

Fringilla gapes. “Tissaia’s told us not to use that!” she exclaims, eyes wide in shock. “She said it interfered with the potions!”

“She lied,” Yennefer says simply. “It’s just to force us to do it the hard way- something about how that builds character supposedly.”

“No,” Fringilla frowns. “She wouldn’t do that… would she?”

Yennefer huffs and goes to sit on a stool. Gods, her back is killing her. “Believe me or not, there’s no way either you or I can lift that cauldron without the spell.”

She’s about to crack, Yennefer can just feel it. Still… “How do you know she’s lying?”

Yennefer looks at her dead on. “Because she told me.”

As her words pass over Fringilla, the girl thins her lips and her eyes go sad. For a moment, Yennefer is filled with pity- Yennefer’s not trusted an adult for years now, but Fringilla’s not like her. The girl actually does trust adults- or most of them, anyways- despite all the ones at Aretuza continuously showing that they’d rather throw the students into the fire to see them rise or die.

If she closes her eyes, she can still taste the ozone in the air from the lake of eels underneath this wretched place.

“Alright.”

Yennefer jolts back to the present. “Hm?”

“I said, ‘alright’,” Fringilla says, voice loud and defiant. She flinches at the echoes and quiets down her next sentence. “I’ll do the spell. You told me to.”

I’m trusting you, Yenna, Yennefer catches from her thoughts, baffling but wondrous before she turns away and casts the spell.

Chaos parts- it’s always a thrill to see the silver threads of the world bending and shifting. They shine against the tan of Fringilla’s palm, the brown of her fingers. What would those fingers look like, Yennefer wonders, next to mine?

“What next?”

Yennefer jumps. For some reason, heat rises in her face- Fringilla doesn’t seem to notice, too focused on the textbook next to her.

She breathes in, shaking the thoughts from her head. “Get the reagents ready. We’ll need to…”

The next hour goes by fast- it’s mostly a lot of stirring, with an occasional flick of their fingers to keep the flame alive. They should be using their fire tools, but Yennefer manages to make a very good case- “what’s a little more magic?”- and Fringilla seems to come around. At the very least, she doesn’t protest when Yennefer turns up the flame again.

Finally, they have their potion- a smooth, pearlescent concoction which is supposed to temporarily smooth away wrinkles and facial blemishes. The potion is something they’ll sell to court ladies and lords, to keep them from looking weak and old. It’s not that useful for them- they’re too young for wrinkles, and they’ll never get them once they Ascend.

...They do have blemishes though.

“Shall I try it, then?” Yennefer says, wafting the potion.

“Shouldn’t I try it?” Fringilla says. “I mean, it is my potion after all.”

“You?” Yennefer snorts. “We couldn’t test it on you, what would you need it for?”

Fringilla frowns- no, pouts. “Don’t be mean, Yennefer,” she says curtly.

Yennefer gapes. “I’m not trying to be mean!” she protests. “Your face is flawless, Fringilla!”

“Not flawless enough to land a Ban Ard boy,” Fringilla scoffs.

...Wait, what?

“Fringilla,” Yennefer starts slowly, trying to put the pieces together. “Are you- do you like Istredd?”

“What- no!”

“Then?”

“I just-” Fringilla blows out her cheeks and frowns- no, pouts. “I just… want to be wanted,” she says softly, like she doesn’t really want Yennefer to hear.

But Yennefer does, and she is baffled.

“Wanted?” she repeats, utterly confused, and a little irritated, actually. With the exception of Tissaia, Fringilla is the teacher’s pet of their year- why the fuck would she think she’s not wanted?

Fringilla ducks her head and- is she- is she blushing? “You have Istredd,” she mumbles. “And Sabrina has… well, just about everyone she wants. I’m the only one who doesn’t.”

That’s… certainly not untrue. All of the girls their year have had some form of lover at one point during their time here- all except for Fringilla. But Yennefer had always thought that was by choice, because really, who wouldn’t want to step out with Fringilla?

Fringilla, who’s near the top of their class, who’s perhaps the smartest in their year. Fringilla, who knocked over at least one Ban Ard boy when she smiled at him, and possibly one of their Aretuza juniors as well. Fringilla, whose sense of humor is hidden most of the time, but has made her and Sabrina devolve into stitches on the rare occasion she does break it out.

...Fringilla, who Yennefer’s just realizing she might have a crush on. Fuck.

“You’re wanted, Fringilla,” Yennefer says belatedly, but even as she says it, she knows it’ll fall on deaf ears.

Fringilla’s pout deepens. “Don’t pity me,” she says, turning away.

“I’m not,” Yennefer protests. “I- here, let me show you.”

And before she can overthink it, she takes Fringilla’s face in her hands and kisses her.

It’s soft at first, and a bit dry. Both of their lips are chapped from spending the entire day down in the cold potions room, but then Yennefer tilts her head and their mouths slot together, and it’s good, it’s good, it’s good-

Fringilla pushes her off.

“What the hell, Yennefer?” she spits, face twisted in anger. Fuck, but it only makes her prettier. “What was that?”

Yennefer blinks, taken aback. “I- sorry, did you not want that?”

“No!” Fringilla says, growling. “Why the- why the fuck would you try to kiss me?”

Yennefer inhales, trying to keep the weird, shocky ache in her ribs contained. “I’m sorry,” she says again, not knowing what else to say.

Fringilla huffs. “You should be.”

Silence falls over the room. There’s a steady drip-drip-drip from one of the faucets- they need to shut it off before they leave, Yennefer thinks hazily, doing her best to swallow around the ache that’s slowly grabbed a hold of her lungs and throat.

“You need to tell Istredd.”

Yennefer blinks. “What?”

Fringilla glares at her, eyes suspiciously shiny. “You need to tell Istredd,” she repeats, teeth gritted. “You’re going to tell him you- you cheated. If you don’t, I will.”

...Wait, what?

“Fringilla,” Yennefer says, “You’ve got the wrong idea- I didn’t cheat.”

“Like hell you didn’t!” And oh, Fringilla must be mad to her gills if she’s cursing this much- normally, you can’t even get her to say ‘shit’. “You just fucking kissed me- are you going to pretend that’s not cheating?”

Ah. Well, Yennefer can’t really blame her- in a usual relationship, that would be considered cheating. In her and Istredd’s though…

“We talked it over a while back,” Yennefer explains. “We’re each other’s main partners, and probably always will be, but we’re ok with each other taking other partners if we wish.”

Fringilla blinks. “That- really?”

“...Does that bother you?” She’s not going to lie, it’s going to hurt if it does bother Fringilla. Not because she apparently likes her either, but because Fringilla’s been her friend for years, and to have her judge her…

“No!” Fringilla says. “I just. I never knew that was possible. Liking more than one person, I mean.”

Yennefer can certainly understand where that’s coming from. “Well,” she says, unapologetic. “It is.”

Fringilla nods. “Right.”

They lapse into silence then, and it’s so awkward that Yennefer wants to crawl out of her skin. She almost says something, anything to break the weird atmosphere, but Fringilla’s just… contemplating quietly. Yennefer doesn’t quite know what it is, but something tells her that the wait will be worth it.

And it is worth it, because Fringilla looks at her again, then leans in and says, “You still haven’t answered my question.”

“Oh?” Yennefer says, just made a little bit breathless by the curve of Fringilla’s eyelashes, “Mind repeating it?”

Fringilla smiles, soft and maybe a little bit shy- it’s one of the cutest things Yennefer’s ever seen, and fuck if it doesn’t make her weak. “Why did you kiss me?”

“Because I wanted to,” Yennefer says immediately, startled by how raw her voice sounds. Because I want you, she doesn’t say.

Luckily, Fringilla seems satisfied by that answer, since her smile gets wider. “Do you… do you still…?”

To that, Yennefer just tugs her in again.

#yennefer of vengerberg #fringilla vigo #yengilla #yennefer x fringilla #kiss prompts #fluff #angst #yenstredd #kiss #first kiss #witcher netflix #the witcher netflix #the witcher #witcher #ace writes

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hi!! i have a question... i saw your reblog about freewriting and i wanted to try it myself cause i have a hard time with writing because of my anxiety but i'm not sure i understood 100%. what do you actually write while you freewrite? is it related to what you're working on at the moment, like do you freewrite a scene (kind of like sprinting in a way) or just random words/thoughts in your head?

hi <3 i understand you 100% because sometimes (most of the time) when i sit down with the intention to write, my brain subconsciously goes "okay, the pressure's ON, everything i write must be useful for the fic" (and then i go "wait, @ brain, what fic? i don't even know what fic i would write, i just want to write" and brain says "it must be useful for the fic" (which btw doesn't help, thanks @ brain but no thanks))

i will start by honestly saying that while I've been doing this for many years, I've never had a word for it. If my memory's right, then I've never heard the term "freewriting" before. I'd either call it stream of consciousness or messaging a friend or word vomit or scribbling

(i'm going to share some photos & screenshots as examples because i personally appreciate examples for things i don't know how to even start doing; i'll include content warnings above the photos wherever applicable. These things were not meant to be seen by other people, obviously, so not all of them are neat, not all of them are in English or spelled correctly, and not all of them make sense, some might not even be Socially Acceptable (i'm very anxious as well, you see, so I ask people to be kind if you do take a look at the examples and decipher what's written), but that's the whole point of these: you let your mind go without worrying about where it's going)

I'm sure every person who does freewriting does it differently but here are several ways i do it (under the cut because it got very long as i pretty much (ayyyy) freewrote it):

test a pen/pencil! you know when you get a new pen and write down the most random thing on a piece of paper to see what the ink looks like and how it feels to write using that pen? for me it's usually a single word or a phrase from a song (my go-tos are hello, wait, Beloved (my MC's name, shhh) and other fictional characters' names or Why you gotta be so mean? from Taylor Swift's song "Mean", don't ask me why because i have no answer)

writing down the lyrics to a song that's currently stuck in your mind and living there rent-free, and if you forget the next line or if something else pops into your head - let it take you over

write on random pieces of paper! the less it reminds you of a notebook/blank page, the better! sometimes that means what's left of printer paper or post-it notes. actually, most of the photos of paper pages in this post are from my poor quality notebooks - the paper is too thin or not smooth or the pages are yellowish, so i don't feel bad """wasting""" the notebook for doodles, random scribbles, etc.

a diary entry? a diary entry, except there doesn't have to be depth to it, no journaling type of reflection on your feelings, on your experiences, on the Daily Journaling Prompt necessary--unless you want to. in my case it's mostly complaining about the pen i decided to use or the quality of the paper but!!! because i let myself write anything and everything on one page, at one point it feels natural to write some random story sentences on the other page

CW: implied past physical abuse

brainstorming! here's where, for me, the "messaging a friend" name came from. i have a very vague idea for what i want to write or a very small detail i want to write about, but nothing else. i set up a timer and write everything down (the screenshot is taken from my very own personal discord server, it's just me and a writing bot. at one point i realised that whenever i was brainstorming or writing cheer up ficlets in my friends' discord DMs, writing went super easy because my brain didn't register it as writing, but as chatting. At first, I formatted a new google doc so it looked exactly like discord's dark theme, but ultimately decided that just creating a new server just for my writing process/practice/etc and stuff is easier)

CW: harmful & discouraging stuff asexual people face

"I don't know what to write, I don't even think I want to write an actual story, it's not going to stop me" kind of writing. Anything goes and I mean anything. The sentences aren't connected. There's no actual idea or story behind the sentences. You're just writing a word after a word after a word. Sometimes a question appears in your mind, so you write it down. The question leads to more questions, or maybe an answer, or maybe you realise you like the feel/sound of one word so you write it again and again. After you wrote the word three times, tiny ideas form in your mind, things you relate to that word. Then you lose track of the thought so you write "I lost track", then a piece of dialogue floats in your mind that's probably inspired or part of a song lyric you wrote earlier

CW: unconventional/controversial lovers

if your writing anxiety is caused by fandom wank regarding some topics, tropes, themes, or even genres, know that if you freestyle about the thing you're worried somebody would judge you for, nobody else will read it. you can delete the doc afterwards. you can password protect it. you can tear the page out of your notebook and shred it to pieces. i won't include a photo example of this one (anxious, remember? also, it's nsfw) but i did this with smut-specific words and phrases. i got a blank piece of paper and wrote--first, just words (nouns for genitalia, verbs for action, etc. let me tell you - i was alone in the room and even trying to write the first word was difficult, in my head i kept thinking back to people's conversations on how "problematic these words are" etc etc etc and that fed my anxiety even further because "oh god what if they knew i was about to write this, what would they think of me"), then the words combined into phrases, then common smexy phrases that characters in smut say, and so on and so on. no punctuation because it's not a story. you know what happened after i put that first word on the page? nothing. i felt silly, sure, but i repeated the word several more times and still no People From the Internet barged into my room to ridicule & judge me. during that session, freestyling for that genre got easier and easier with every word.

Two posts that helped me realise that warming up for writing (and anything creative) is a good idea:

Writers need warm up sketches too (my way of warm up is usually either freewriting or using a typing speed website)

The anatomy of a pen/pencil etc

...and I think that's all from me 💕 apologies for how long this is but I hope it helps you in some way *hugs*

#shhh B #B replies #Anonymous #...aaa i don't want this to show up in the general tags but i want to find it later #you feel me?#writing #anyway i really hope it helps and if anything's too confusing please let me know and I'll try to explain better alter #*later

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childoflilith · 4 years

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Okay, i liked writing Trans Ginny

So here we go

It wasn’t easy for her to discover this. Growing with all types of boys, first she was convinced something was wrong with her.

It’s not like the other boys made her feel like this, it was just a thought of her own who started it.

After one year of trying she was getting pretty comfortable with being more femme than the others. She is tough, nothing could’ve make her hate herself.

Being femme made her a savage. If anyone made fun of her, oh boy, you were screwed.

Billy starts to teach her how to fight because he isn’t gonna let anything happen to his sister.

Charlie decides to join but only teaching her spells. And maybe, some fun facts about dragons.

Percy lectures her about how to report the bully properly.

The twins started trying some new spells on bullies. There was some mess going on.

Ron, was just Ron. He wasn’t aware of anything. But he was supportive as hell. Maybe more supportive than others. He didn’t understand much for now but he always listened his sister.

Molly and Arthur was supportive too. Maybe they were oblivious at first, but they got the hanging of it eventually.

It took 3 years to realize she was trans. It was the second year of Hogwarts. When her friends decided to celebrate Halloween with make-up, she decided to look like an woman. I mean it was a proffesor but still. The wig, the make-up and everything was on point. She didn’t look like a boy anymore. When she first looked at herself in the mirror, something clicked.

The euphoria was indescribable.

After that night she decided to talk to Hermione. She didn’t have another person to talk in that time.

We know Hermione and her love to learn. She obviously searched LGBTQ+ community before. (She is pan/poly btw)

She says Ginny that she could be trans and explains it to her. She tells Ginny she can explore it.

Like using she/her or they/them pronouns, wearing dresses and doing make-up.

She got her interest in pronoun thing. And asks Herm if she can start using it when they are alone. Herm says of course.

When she does, Ginny feels amazing. Like nothing could make her happier. Every time Herm says she, Ginny squeaks. Like literally.

After getting the hang of it, she decides to find a chosen name.

Hermione helps her with her research. But Ginny finds it herself. She remembers a book she read when she was like five or something, how she liked the main character.

She thought she want it to be with her but in reality she wanted to be her.

She decides her name is Ginevra and tels Hermione first.

With her help she comes out to Ron and Harry. They accept her unconditionally.

After some mischievousness they got caught by Molly. She of course grounded them.

When they got stuck with twins cleaning the house. They got bored and escaped. Backyard seemed good enough for her to come out to the twins.

They just grinned and said they always wanted a sister anyway. Ginny felt relieved.

After this she finds a time where she can gather around her other siblings. She comes out to them either.

Billy cherishes and hugs her. Says he did and would always support her unconditionally.

Charlie says that too and comes out as ace to her. Billy and Percy already knew that. (They are the first ones he came out to.)

Percy says he may never know the way she feels and is ready to learn about it. He wants to learn what he can do better. His girlfriend is also trans but he is a sweet boi so he wants to make sure he can support her correctly.

She cries. And says she hate them bc they made her emotional.

After half of a year, at Thanksgiving she decides to come to her parents as well.

They are shocked but Molly is like “FINALLY, A DAUGHTER THAT I HAVE.

Arthur stutters as he doesn’t know how to react but eventually says he supports and loves her very much.

She says her chosen name and she announces will not use her dead-name anymore.

They tell her they will try their best.

At Christmas, Billy and Charlie finds a magical doctor who transitions people to what gender they identify as.

They do not bring the doctor, of course. But Ron thought about it. (Yes everyone knew her present before her. They are really crowded you can’t blame anyone tho.)

In fourth year, she transitions. It took 6 months because ✨magic✨

She gains confidence and starts making more friends. Of course there are transphobes in there because what kind a person wouldn’t hate a person just for living?

That’s how she had a crush on her very sweet soon to be girlfriend.

Anyways, she is cool and she will kick your ass.

#ginny #trans!ginny #hp #harry potter #transgirl #nextgen #next generation #headcannon #hc

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hi-im-dazey · 4 years

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My first thoughts on 15x17

Behind the cut for head-canon and spoiler avoidance for them that wants ‘em

Chuck was writing versions. Each version had a different twist to set them on the path to Chuck's ending.

So what was the twist for this Sam-n-Dean that made them able to defy the narrative? Where was the moment that Chuck "screwed" his story and made actual free will?

I'll tell you what I think.

I think Chuck accidentally made one human with free will.

Only one.

Sam Fucking Winchester.

Sam can see and understand exactly what's going on. AND he is coming to realize that he is outside of Chuck’s control.

He knows Dean is being manipulated. Dean is clearly aware of it too, but he doesn't seem able to stop it. So what's the difference?

Sam told us, he told Dean, he told everyone, throughout the show, for 15 years,

‘It’s not who you are; it’s what you do.’

And because of this understanding, he relies on one particular trait of Dean's.

Dean will do literally anything to protect Sam. It's not always the right thing (he doesn't “always like it”) but in the end Sam knows and has always known the magic spell to trigger this trait in Dean. (call it “puppy dog eyes” if you want, but someone having blind trust in you, no matter what, is a helluva drug. Dean is addicted to it.)

But how come? Where did Chuck make his fatal error? What was the twist this time? The one that broke, not only the plot line Chuck wanted, but the character of Sam, as well. Making Sam incapable of following the narrative laid out before him.

I think the moment where Chuck made his mistake was the moment he had John hand the baby to the four-year-old. There’s a reason that’s the scene that kicks this all off.

A moment of extreme trauma and dire importance, literally burnt into Dean's brain.

Setting up this trait in Dean enabled Sam to truly push through any obstacle Chuck's story presented, because he knew Dean had his back when push came to shove.

Nothing bad was ever going to happen to him as long as Dean was around.

It's the song he grew up listening to.

"But," you say, "Everything that ever happened to Sam was quantifiable as ‘bad’!" (the joke of the only stroke of luck Sam Winchester ever had was that coffee cup landing on its ass is sad, but true)

Yes, and don't you think he has noticed that?

He’s given considerable thought to the fact he has survived this long with that much crap, against all odds, largely because of Dean. Anyone else would have been dead the first time and it would have stuck. Yet here he is. This has only reinforced the fact that Dean will try to do anything to save him. Not only will he try to do, he will succeed.

Without Dean he may have died at six months, or any time between then and now. It’s an important revelation when Dean tells Sam about carrying him out of the fire in season 1, Sam did not know that before then, but it makes Dean’s entire character snap into focus for him.

Sam has seen the pattern, he sees the hand of Chuck in their lives. He tries to break them out of the pattern over and over again.

Even before he fully understood what was happening and that it could be broken out of. Or that this was what he was doing. Before he was consciously breaking free, he still broke out of the plot.

Dean sees it too, he's not dumb.

But Dean's life did not belong to anyone, not the way Sam's has always been his responsibility. He only has Sam to help him break out of the hamster wheel, and I think they are just now seeing that.

I think Sam understands now, that for some reason, he is free and can refuse to do what is laid out before him. And, indeed, that he has been refusing his entire life.

He also understands that Dean can break out of the pattern too, but he needs Sam to help him.

Sam is the snapped fingers in the corner of Dean’s eye.

Sam is the trance breaker for Dean.

Sam is that moment of real panic that flooded his system when the house was burning and Sam’s life was in his hands.

That moment, that plot twist, is what broke Chuck’s story.

I’ve said before that the reason Chuck is afraid of Jack is that Jack was not written by Chuck, Jack is what the characters in the story wrote when Chuck left them alone (to go off and play with Amara), and in Unity Chuck admits there were things he “didn’t write”

So someone else must be writing things. When did that start, though? At what point did Chuck lose control of the authorship and accidentally allow another author into his sandbox?

Maybe when John Winchester handed a baby to a four-year-old. Maybe the reason Sam has free will is because he is also capable of writing in Chuck’s world. Or maybe he is capable of writing in Chuck’s world because he has free will.

What we saw in Unity was Chuck forcing his will on Dean to get to his poetic, tragic ending. He squeezed all of Dean’s rage up to the surface, and added more, he gave him an order direct to his nerve ending, squeezing his ink through Dean’s veins... “This time, fire that gun, boy!” Daddy’s blunt little instrument fed on rage and frustration and anger at being thwarted and impotence at being led on a string...

And Sam, again, snapped his fingers in the corner of Dean’s rage and broke him out. I think we saw Sam beginning to realize that he has the upper hand here.

And I don’t think Chuck has realized that Sam himself is, in fact, the issue.. yet.

Not the bullet hole, or Sam’s hope, or the demon blood, or the latent powers or missed destiny.

Sam’s existence and being are the issue. What Sam DOES, not who he is or was meant to be. Sam’s actual free will is the problem for Chuck. (and take a moment here to remember that almost every crisis Chuck wrote for Sam involved removing Sam’s agency and autonomy.)

He thinks they are all refusing to toe the line, I don’t think he understands that Sam is the one editing his book yet.

And what about Castiel? Well, the moment he shook hands with Sam, he was broken. His chassis may have come off the assembly line cracked, and Naomi may have patched him up time and again, but the second he shook hands with Sam, he was irredeemable for Chuck’s narrative.

Chuck inserts himself in to the story as the prophet, maybe to check in and see what’s going wrong? Figures out that Cass is broken (again?) and takes steps to make an opportunity to “remake” Cass. Then again, once back in Sam’s orbit, Cass is again, broken... there is something that cracks apart for Cass when he interacts with Sam.

This is not a shippy thing, btw. It’s being confronted with a creature that has actual free will... Cass is not equipped to handle that. He left the angel factory without that blind faith setting. He can ‘see’; and he ‘sees’ Sam. Every interaction with Sam shows him what is wrong with the rest of the story.

And again, Chuck rebuilds Cass, and this time traps him in a story where Cass himself is the villain. And Cass was a great villain, that was a good story, no matter how you feel about Cass or Misha, season 6 was a good story.

When Cass returns again, in season 7, hyperbole is gone now, he literally BREAKS himself upon touching Sam. There is no metaphor here, he takes on Sam’s brokenness, with a touch.

(”you’re broken [...]broken toys? You throw them away...”)

The only way Chuck could possibly hope to keep Castiel from being broken is if he can keep him away from Sam.

But Chuck hasn’t realized this yet. He tries to write a narrative that Naomi is “tuning him up as he transgresses” as she has in the past? or as she has in other worlds?

Is Dean what really breaks him free of Naomi?

No, touching the Angel Tablet does it... and again, this is just Chuck, writing his way to his preferred ending. The Narrative Cycle begins again because the Angel Tablet ‘resets’ Cass. This plot point starts us on yet another iteration of the “remove Sam’s agency so one of the brothers sacrifices either himself or the other” cycle.

~~~

Looping back again to the fifth season...

When Chuck says “endings are hard” in Swan Song he’s not talking about writing that ending. That ending was good, it was solid, it closed out the story on a note of melancholy hopefulness, Sam was gone, and the apocalypse averted. It wasn’t happy but it was complete.

That ending wasn’t hard to write.

It was hard for Chuck to read.

Because that wasn’t what he was trying to write, Sam took over his narrative. Sam refused to kill Dean, Sam refused to kill Adam, Sam refused to kill Michael or allow Michael to kill Lucifer, or allow Lucifer to kill either of Sam’s brothers or his own brother.

Sam effectively cock blocked Chuck’s little ‘fratricide 21-ways served in a light creamed-angel sauce with a side order of fried surrogate dad’ all you can eat and there’s dancing after banquet finale.

Cass comes back, almost immediately, because Chuck needs to re-boot the cycle. Because Sam screwed it up for him, again. (Maybe if Chuck takes Sam’s soul out of the equation... he can get some traction on his plan, this time.)

Sam Fucking Winchester is simultaneously Chuck Shurley’s hero, voice, protagonist, and muse.

He’s also Chuck’s biggest problem.

Sam Fucking Winchester is the corner Chuck has written himself into.

~~~

Now this is all just spit balling head-canon, and probably nowhere near where the writers are actually going, but it woke me up early and took over my brain and prevented me from doing my homework (which is also writing, to be honest) until I got it all out of my system.

~~~

Inserting standard disclaimer: (C-A-S-S is how they spell it on the show, and more importantly, it makes screen-reading software for the visually impaired pronounce it correctly; as opposed to C-A-S which makes screen-readers say “Kah.”)

#spn #spn spoilers #spn 15x17 #spn Unity #Sam Winchester #Dean Winchester #chuck shurley #Jack Kline #Castiel #Cass #non-shippy #head canon #spitballing #writers lie #alternate theory #posted 10-30-2020 #Spelling it Cass is screen reader friendly

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seaweedinthebrain · 4 years

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Why I Think Wolfstar Is Actually Canon (because I'd die for them and spend too much time in love with their relationship)

before I start, just some quick statements:

1- this is extremely long but it took a good while to elaborate it in a way that makes sense outside of my messy brain so bear with me here

2- it is way out of my comfort zone to talk about or properly annalise canon itself because I hate angst, hate J.K Rowling and the way she wrote some situations and characters, and the unfairness of the Marauders Era story makes me sob, BUT I love the HP universe and Wolfstar, so I had to go into this.

3- everything in this post is my personal interpretation of them, so if you don't see it the same way, good for you honey, don't come at me

4- basically all in here is based on other posts I've seen about the topic because I have the memory and attention span of Neville Longbottom, therefore would never notice most of these details by myself. also, even the "main" theory described isn't news to most of the Wofstar fandom, as I've read similar ones in lots of fics and headcanons. so, if you're used to reading Wolfstar, probably most of this post won't be much of a discovery, but I'm actually proud of how I thought about the end, so I would love if you read it anyway.

so, starting with the stuff in the books that I see as evidences of their relationship.

first of all, they are the representations of the stars and the moon and that is already enough reason for me to love them, but anyways...

• it took Remus only a look at the Map, a little deduction and a nod to solve 12 years of a fucking gigantic misunderstanding in PoA. clearly, he really wanted to believe Sirius;

• when Snape ties Remus with that spell during the Shrieking Shack scene in PoA, Sirius immediately tries to attack him;

• honestly, they repeatedly talk with their eyes and move together in that scene as if it was routine, even after 12 years apart;

• they lived together while Sirius was in hiding until his death;

• I'm pretty sure they gave Harry joint presents or something like that;

• Sirius defended Remus when telling Harry about how him and James were idiots during school;

• Remus is apparently the only person who can control Sirius when he's angry (because we all know Pads is an explosive temperamental little bitch). that happens both in PoA, when he stops him from killing Peter before they explain the situation to Harry; and in OoTP, when Sirius and Molly are fighting, things start getting loud, and Moony just goes "Sirius, sit down.";

• the famous Fourty Line Stare scene in OoTP, in which Remus stares at Sirius for FOURTY FUCKING LINES NON STOP.

now that the actual registered-in-the-story evidences are out of the way, let me get into my theory:

they realized they liked each other as more than best friends around fifth year or so. (Lily was the first to find out, since Remus and her were really close, than Peter. it took James weeks to notice cause he's an oblivious idiot). after graduating and entering the Order, they lived together, until things fell apart. the war brought suspicion and paranoia, so they started doubting each other, as it's said in PoA that Sirius thought Remus was the spy. the fights started getting worse and they broke up. it's not that they didn't love each other anymore, but no relationship survives without trust. (personally, the Mamma Mia! version of "Knowing Me, Knowing You" by ABBA reminds me of this part of the theory because I'm silly and need a musical background for everything).

a few months (?) pass and the Halloween of 1981 happens. Sirius goes to Azkaban, mad with guilt for convincing James and Lily to use Peter as the Secret Keeper and also for thinking his own boyfriend was the traitor. Remus is heartbroken, angry and alone.

jumping twelve years in the future, Sirius sees Wormtail in the Daily Prophet given to him by the Minister and manages to run away from prison, walking all the way to Hogwarts. Remus is hired as DADA teacher. PoA happens, they reconnect. first as friends, but then they realise the love never disappeared, so after a lot of late night relationship discussions, they decide to try again. it is not the same, because they are different and way more damaged people, but it still works just as it did when they were younger. well, until Sirius dies, obviously.

now to the next stage of Remus' life and how I think it connects here. Ronks.

(btw I don't ship it, but we're talking about canon here and I like Teddy, so I can't just ignore it)

let's face it, they were in the middle of a war. there's no way Sirius and Remus never had the "what if one of us dies?" conversation. I think they agreed that if it came to it, the surviving one had to try and move on, something neither of them were able to do during those 12 years after the Potters were killed. (I also headcanon that Sirius knew Tonks truly liked Remus and secretly hoped they could work out in case something happened to himself, because he trusted his cousin would be good for him. but that's besides the point). so, Sirius died. Remus was crushed and lonely. Tonks had also just lost her cousin. I think they were there for each other during an extremely difficult time and helped each other heal and grow. naturally, they grew closer. Tonks was already in love with him, but Remus refused to give in. this is the part where I had to think a little harder because I never cared to read much about the two of them together. "Why would Moony be so hesitant to enter a romantic relationship and be loved when he had already done it before?". follow my train of thought here. if I remember correctly, the explanations Remus gave for not wanting Tonks to be in love with him were that he was too old, poor, dangerous, scarred, etc. I think the reason why he was so hesitant to be with her while he wasn't like that with Padfoot when they got back together was: they had known and loved each other for almost their whole lives. there was not a single part of Remus, good or bad, that Sirius hadn't seen. Sirius, too, was broken, scarred, traumatised and old (as old as a person in their thirties can be, that is).

but Tonks was not like them. she was still young and vivacious, had a whole life of experiences ahead of her. he loved her, but was scared and as insecure as ever. he didn't want to hurt her because of his licantropy, didn't want to watch her realise the mistake of loving him after every one of his cards were on the table. but we all know her stubbornness won in the end, so the rest of the story doesn't have to be told.

again, don't ship it, but Remus is my favourite character (ever) and it warms my heart to know that, even in the canon that I don't love that much, he didn't die lonely and sad.

and as a last comment, "Oh, but then why did Harry never find out about their relationship?" listen, I love Harry, but he's just as an oblivious idiot as his father was, and also didn't see them all the time. I think it would be pretty easy for him not to notice.

if you survived until the end, I'm sorry. hope it all makes sense, though. drink water, wash your hands, stay safe, and read Wolfstar fics. they're my ultimate OTP.

#remus lupin #sirius black #remus x sirius #wolfstar #marauders #marauders era #moony #padfoot #harry potter

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handlewithkara · 5 years

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@leighlew3

You say that as if that isn’t something Kara does consistently for people. And was that the same episode where Kara, after watching Lena die and hearing about Lena being twisted to evil rather than a) rushing to Lena to see that she’s okay or b) immediately starting to plot to getting Lena away from the people who might hurt and twist her instead went with c) telling Lena that she was done with her bullshit.

And after doing that did Kara a) collapse on the floor horrified that she had to call Lena a villain or b) go home to hang with Alex and J’onn and joke about candy left by Myxy?

I for one think Melissa Benoist is a professional, who tries to create powerful moments even with bullshit material. If you told her to act in love with a tree stump, she would portray that. I don’t think that she has any secret agenda to tank or favor a pairing. => I think she was asked to portray “in love with Mon-El”. I think she did this to the best of her abilities. IMO it is beyond me how anybody could look at her performance in 2x22 where Kara sobs as Mon-El’s pod is leaving or her breakdown at the thought of Mon-El dying in 3x02 and somehow think that she was somehow NOT bringing her A-Game. As such I do think that “how Kara acted with Mon-El” being a good measuring stick for “how Melissa portrays Kara in love”. And that included tons of things like jealousy, like acting nervous and awkward, and tons and tons of little physical fuzzing around (again compare Kara standing two feet away when Lena got poisoned in s3 to Kara always being all hands over Mon-El when he was being poisoned)

I also remember that when Mon-El was gone, she acted pretty much every episode till he returned with an undertone of melancholia even happy moments like seeing the recital of little girls dressed as Supergirl => but then again she also had the backing of the writing then for just that.

I don’t see this kind of melancholia for Lena in the episodes after Kara told Lena off. I’m sure eventually Lena will show up again and Kara will again try to get her to not be evil. Because that’s what Kara does. She takes care of her friends (as we just saw with Nia) and she tries to stop ppl from being evil even the less deserving like Rhea or Livewire.

Sure, the next episode could come around and retcon that and tell us that Kara has been suffering, but I don’t see that in her performance (for example in the scene where she is psyched that Dreamer took down a Dominator).

The reason I bring him up is because

1.) You people bring him up by comparing William to him

2.) Because you people misrepresent how Karamel came to be

You act like Alex somehow mind-controlled Kara into dating Mon-El and now William. What I’m pointing out is that this is just not true. Lenastans have always claimed that Kara having an interest in Mon-El came somehow out of the blue after Alex brought up the option, but that just FLAT OUT ISN’T TRUE.

For starters, the first time the topic was brought up it was Eliza and she told Kara that Mon-El liked Kara (not that Kara liked Mon-El back). And what was Kara’s reaction? First laughter, then blushed cheeks, then the camera gazes lovingly at Mon-El on her behalf at how handsome he looks. What does Kara then do with this information? She asks Mon-El whether it is true. But Mon-El denies it and says something dickish. He then collapses and she fuzzes over him. He then kisses her while sick. She leans into the kiss, closes her eyes and opens her mouth before it happens. She later wants to quizz him about the kiss and he denies remembering it, she bites her lips furiously (twice!) and looks upset as she walks away.

===> Come one, if this was for a ship you like, you would have no problem identifying that Kara might, just might have been interested in Mon-El before Alex said just that to her. (aka Kara’s beloved sister correctly identifying Kara’s behavior)

==> I wouldn’t have to keep talking about Mon-El if you guys didn’t keep up saying things about him and how Karamel came to pass that flat out aren’t true.

It boggles my mind how you can claim that “Kara took a long time to warm up to Mon-El” when Kara and Mon-El were sleeping and living together after half a season (and again, Kara almost instantly drafted Mon-El into her home and her job), yet it took Kara three years to let Lena in on her secret. How long did it take for Lena to show up at game night versus how long did it take Mon-El or Wiliam?

Again, Kara was positively smiling at the date suggestion before Winn or Alex brought it up. Characters talking to a character about their feelings is a popular short hand, not a sign that a person is being pushed into a relationship. Kara is not some automaton who can forced into sleeping with Mon-El, enjoying it, having a relationship with him, declaring her love for him just because at some point Alex said something. Just like now she’s a grown woman who can decide for herself whether William is something she wants to pursue or not (especially since we know that Kara can go against Alex advice, a season 1 callback btw).

Sure you can point out that it’s a lazy writing trick for a character to discuss their feelings with other supporting characters and thusly explaining the character dynamics for “the stupid people in the back”, but you know, Supergirl isn’t exactly high literature. And be honest, how long would have I have to look till I find Lenastan fanfics where third party people notice feelings being there or even scheme to get them together? It’s a trope. Doesn’t mean that the show wasn’t dropping plenty of hints that Kara had a thing for Mon-El long before third party characters spelled it out for the audience that that was going on.

Again ship what you want, but don’t LIE about other ships and characters, especially not while not using the anti tags, without expecting to be called out on it. (I was browsing the William Dey tag)

You genuinely think that the chance of a relationship turning out badly because somebody sent a couple of overenthusiastic texts is higher than hooking up with a person who SHOT AT YOU? And who LOCKED YOU IN A CAGE SO THEY COULD STEAL FROM YOU?

You do realize that “did it because of a betrayal” is probably like 90% of the excuses made by people who murder their spouse for cheating on them? Aka the LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO argument? “X betrayed me”, “X provoked me” are NOT excuses for violence. And note how “but poor X had a bad childhood, he can’t help himself” is exactly the kind of excuse abused people make for their violent spouses? But WILLIAM is the one who is too horrible to have a relationship with and who would send a bad message as opposed to “Lena attacks Kara physically and gets rewarded with romance, isn’t it ROMANTIC and so EMOTIONAL how violent and destructive she becomes over Kara betraying her, clearly this was proof of deep love”?

Again, ship what you ship, but don’t start the conversation on how other ships are morally inferior especially when it’s just a big fat case of pot calling the kettle.

=> ship and let ship is the way to go, but that’s the whole thing, saying that William x Kara is toxic and a bad message and that he is just as “problematic” as Mon-El (again, in the William Dey tag!) is NOT letting other people ship what they want, it’s passing judgment and trying to make them look bad.

#karamel #William Dey #supergirl #anti lena luthor

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heretyc · 5 years

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correct words and grammar for your fics + common mistakes. [+ formal and informal writing]

Spelling mistakes are common and every writer makes them. It’s life. C’est la vie.

But sometimes, you might genuinely not know a certain word, or how to use a specific word. Well, buckle up pal cause I’m here for you. I didn’t get honours in English, TWICE, for nothing.

...cause you know i fancy u [fails at replicating the dances moves]

They’re - short for “they are”

ex: “have you listened to that new group? they’re great tbh.”

Their - a possession

ex: “oh, they left their sweater here.”

There - a place

ex: “hey, let’s go over there.” | “i heard it’s great there, although it rains sometimes.”

You’re - short for “you are”

ex: “YOU’RE BREATHTAKING!”

Your - a possession.

ex: “that book is yours? you have good taste.” | “your emotions matter too.”

‘ - if that is within a word, it is likely there is a word following after. SOUND IT OUT and TEST IT before you insert it to make sure it’s grammatically accurate.

examples;

it’s = it is

that’s = that is

you’re = you are

There is, sometimes, exceptions to this.

An example of an exception could be “Who’s”, which is short for “who is”.

‘Whose’ is its cousin and is a confusing word to some. Whose is a pronoun accompanied by a question, such as “whose phone is this?”

That is where it is confusing.

You could also say “who is the owner of this phone?”, but Whose is like that cousin who is lazy as fuck and gets straight to the point. If that makes sense.

If you use in correctly, the sentence might look like this:

who is phone is this?

Unfortunately, “who’s” means “who is”, and of course the ‘is’ is implied.

Like I stated above, if you use Whose in a sentence, sound both that and “who’s” and see which one sounds better. If you’re unsure, ask a friend or use Grammarly.

Too - in addition to something, or is a higher and undesirable degree.

ex: oh, he’s coming too?

ex: you’re speaking too fast....slow down.

To - has multiple uses, but also used for expressing motion or direction toward a point, person, place, or thing approached and reached, as opposed to from.

ex: we’re going to havana for a month.

Two - the letter 2.

ex: it’s been two years since we’ve been together. holla!

Here - to be in a place; a specific spot

ex: we’re here.

ex: come here, I need to tell you something.

Hear - to hear something

ex: did you hear what that guy said? he said you were cute.

ex: i hear music.

Heard - past tense of hear

ex: i heard the craziest thing today...

Herd - a group of animals

ex: look at that herd of deer.

|Common mistakes I see in fanfics. Both regarding incorrect information and incorrect words.|

Latter Vs Ladder.

A ladder is something you climb. Latter means to select a last option, or a second option when given choices.

LATTER:

“You can either break up with her or talk it out, but if I were you, I’d choose the latter.” [2 choices]

“You have 3 options. Take medication for the headaches, go home, or go to the hospital. I’d choose the latter, if I were you.” [multiple choices]

Choke Vs Chock.

A chock is a wedge placed against a wheel to prevent it from moving. Choke is where your windpipe is blocked off. This is common when you choke on food.

CHOCK:

“Hey, can you pass me the chock? I need to work on my car but the wheels won’t stop moving forward.”

CHOKE:

“He choked on his words; he could feel the embarrassment, and right now he’d give anything to crawl in a hole and suffer.” | “She could feel the piece of food get stuck in her throat. She began to choke, and in a panic, held her throat while trying to resolve the issue herself.”

Fourth Vs Forth.

Fourth represents Four/4 in a sequence. It’s an adjective. Forth means to move onward.

FOURTH:

“You’re the fourth person to come in today.” [number]

FORTH: “Come forth, towards my throne.” [to move onward]

A vs An.

Both of these kick my ass. Like, they grow fucking legs and kick me in the ass as I write.

“A” is used before words starting in consonant sounds and “an” is used before words starting with vowel sounds.

I had to grab the above from Google because THEY ARE KICKING ME IN THE ASS SO HARD RIGHT NOW. WHY MUST YOU BOTH BE SO CONFUSING SOMETIMES? WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT?

“Well, that’s a shame.”

AN:

“That’s an unfortunate turn of events.”

MY SCREAMING AS I WRITE THIS:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Cervixes and their existence.

I’m just like you; I read smut fics for practice and to see how those talented bastards do it because I blush like crazy when trying to write it.

But I’ve seen a lot of “his pp was so big it kept slamming into my womb/uterus!”

Unfortunately, this is inaccurate. As hot as it would be to have a dick slamming your womb to bloody chunks, that would mean your cervix is basically useless.

The cervix is a small hole made to protect your womb and your uterus. If your cervix was big enough to fix a bigass penis it would be ineffective. Especially if you’re into the pregnancy sex. Your kid will have brain damage [depending on how your child is placed in the womb] rofl

More info here provided by Google,

“The cervix plays vital roles in the control of movement into and out of the uterus, protection of the fetus during pregnancy, and the delivery of the fetus during childbirth. The cervix makes up the lower one-third of the uterus and its tissues are continuous with the tissues that make up the rest of the uterus.”

Continue your smuttiness, but don’t expect it to be accurate if your cervix is suddenly letting a penis invade your innards.

Accept Vs Except Vs Expect.

Accept is to find an explanation to be accurate and to accept it, or to accept a gift.

Except is to exclude something. Can also be used as a conjunction.

Expect is to regard something that will likely happen.

ACCEPT: “Will you accept my confession?” [to accept an explanation or similar] | “Did you accept my gift? I thought of you while picking it out.” [to accept a gift]

EXCEPT:

“All fruits are good, except for oranges. Too sweet.” [to exclude something] | “I told him everything, except he got mad and he stomped away before I could tell him about...you know...” [a conjunction]

EXPECT:

“Oh, my boyfriend is coming over. Expect him at the door in an hour.” [to regard something]

When you hear informal and formal wording, you might picture words in fancy formal suits at a cocktail party.

...No? Just me? Okay.

Now, lemme give you a few sentences, and tell me which ones look best in a fic. I’ll be using my characters’ names cause I can’t think of ones off the bat rofl

“Soren is feeling sad. He can’t believe his friend said that about him behind his back.”

“Soren’s current mood could be considered a combination of humiliation and sadness. His friend really had no right to say that about him, and especially behind his back.”

“Cassiel looked happy when he was at the beach.”

“Cassiel’s face held joy as he felt the sand between his toes, and the sweet heat of the sun against his pale skin.”

Picked the best ones? Well good for you!

The first and third sentences have informal wording, while the second and fourth have formal, as well as relevant detailing.

This is, obviously, very helpful information for English class cause the teachers slurp the fuck out of formal wording in there. They moan, too.

Let me tell you something that I live by:

SYNONYMS ARE YOUR BEST FRIENDS.

Can’t find a good, formal word for “sadness”? SYNONYMS, BABYYYY

Can’t find a formal version of “good”? SYNONYMS, WOOOOOOOO

The BEST website for this is my absolute favourite. I married this fucking website. BYE VAL SEE YOU NEVER! [...sorry val bby i don’t mean it :( *i smooch val*]

Here it is, my friend: Thesaurus.com

You’re cheating on Synonyms, because this website is your best friend too. Except the website is...the mother of synonyms...oh god. Awkward.

That site is your GOD when regarding writing and learning new words to insert into your fics!

This is the end. For now. I hope this helps you.

My fingers hurt after this, btw. Irrelevant but...yeah.

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foreveralwaysanauthor · 5 years

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As previously warned, I have a huge number of questions for the fanfic author ask thing. So, here we go: 4, 5, 6, 12, 13, 14, 15, 17, 20, 21, 24, 25, 26, 27, 29, 30, 31, 33, 36, 37 and then, if that wasn’t already enough, and there is anything you want to answer that I haven’t already asked, then pick one of your choosing to answer as well! 💕

Holy crap you weren’t kidding! lol this is gonna be so much fun!

4: What made you start writing fanfiction?

My 3rd grade teacher, Mr. Gula, gave me a challenge to write out my own ending to my favorite movie or TV show. As I was never really one to back down from a challenge, I went home and wrote out my own story about the first Transformers movie and another one about what I would do if I had been in HIgh School Musical. Yeah... needless to say, I was the Hermione of my grade.

5: Favorite pairing?

I know I don’t write for them, but my top is probably either Dee Dee and Frankie from the Beach Blanket Bingo, Bikini Beach, and Muscle Beach type movies or Seaweed and Penn from Hairspray. Something about those types of romance are sort of sweet to me. Guess I’m just an old soul. I also adore Cory and Topanga form Boy Meets World, but I’m mostly here for the older romances.

6: Least favorite pairing?

I’ll probably get flack for all of my answer, but I’m a little bit opinionated about this lol. The way Ginny and Harry’s relationship in the films was, was just confusing and so not what I had expected from them. The books gave them so much more than the movies ever did. The books were way better. Another case I don’t like was Bella and Edward/Renesmee and Jacob from Twilight. I think the other relationships in Twilight were better (Jasper and Alice are so sweet!) and Stephanie Meyer just kinda tossed Bella and Edward and Renesmee and Jacob together in the hope it would work and it just didn’t.

12: What’s the weirdest fic you’ve ever written?

I can’t believe I’m admitting to this.... I used to write full stories about One Direction. I had a full Niall x OC story I posted on a 1D Imagines group on Facebook that got almost 2,000 likes. It was silly, but, my word, it was almost as long as Broken Record. It spanned over the month of October 2014 and I can’t believe it ot the attention it did. It wasn’t all that good, but I guess it was good enough for people to like it, so that’s alright by me lol

13: Weirdest fic you’ve ever read?

I don’t believe it’s on fanfiction anymore, but I remember the basic info on it. It was Make a Wish by FireBladePrime. It was pretty much a girl made a wish on a shooting star and it made her favorite toys come to life as full size humans. I believe she ended up falling in love with one, but I’m pretty sure it just ended up being something that she came up with in her head when she was in a coma due to a car accident. Definitely a weird one, but it was pretty well written as far as memory serves.

14: Do the people in your life know you write fic? How do they feel about it?

Well, quite a bit of my family knows, actually. It started with just my parents, but my dad was always wanting to show off whatever his baby princess did (I was his only biological child, my older siblings were from my mom’s ex-husband). Dad shared with his siblings, mom shared with her siblings and my grandfather. My nieces and nephews know as well, but I believe that’s it. As far as I know, they are all very supportive and have no problem with it. My neice, Lorali, and nephews, Erek and Drake, have read all of my Teen Beach fics and quote things from them daily just to see if I’ll react, but they mostly just like reading them or having me read to them. They’re very loving and supportive of my writing.

15: Favorite fandom to write for?

I don’t know if I could pick one! I love Teen Beach so much, but I also have a certain affinity for writing small oneshots or “x Reader” style stories for Avengers and Harry Potter which can be found here and here. I do share the Harry Potter page with my sister, but she handles reblogging things to our page. Anyway, those would probably be my top fandoms!

17: What is the harshest criticism you’ve ever gotten on a fic?

Holy crap. Okay, I may or may not have repressed this for a long time, but I have more than one that I can’t decide between. The other one was from a girl in my class who stole my writing notebook and read my writing. Fuck you, Ashley She gave it back to me later that day with marker scribbles all over my writing. She said that I was horrible. The next day, I stole the makeup bag she had brought from her mother’s bathroom and buried it on the playground.

I was a good child that believed in getting even. Nobody found out about that btw.

Anyway, the first real criticism I had on a fic was someone who said, “You have no talent and you shouldn’t be writing. It all sucks and you’ll never go anywhere as an author.” I had actually written this down and, when I felt it no longer mattered to me, I burned it. It took me a couple of years to come to the realization that their opinion didn’t matter to me.

20: What’s your biggest struggle when it comes to writing fic?

Having time to sit down and write, probably. I usually have great ideas, but, in order to write them out and have them come out alright, I would need to sit down and feel it all come together while I write. I need time that I just don’t have most of the time.

21: Your biggest strength?

When I sit down to write, it all just flies out of me. Once i start, I don’t stop until my idea is all out into either m notebook or my computer. I can have a simple idea that somehow spirals into an eight page chunk that I never thought was possible. I like to think of that as my biggest writing strength.

24: What’s your process?

Write out the “backbone plot” (The stuff that has to happen, no matter what)

Decide on characters. Figure out appearance, personality and basic traits. (Sorta like a sim, I guess)

Bounce ideas with whoever will listen/listen to music (Gain ideas and write them in a small notebook)

Wait for inspiration and time to line up accordingly.

Write as much as I can.

Go back into that later on and edit what needs to be there and delete what isn’t necessary.

Publish!

I hope that’s what this means, at least.

25: Of all the fics you’ve written, which is your favorite?

Most definitely Broken Record and Creating a Rift. It was one of my first published stories and I just adore them.

26: Which of your fics is your least favorite?

I don’t even know how to find it anymore, but it was called Life’s a Rollercoaster. It was a Transformers fic that I had written when I was 11. Never finished it bc I lost the login stuff and it, now that I remember it, sucked hard.

27: What’s your most popular fic? Do you think the popularity is warranted, or is there another fic that you think deserves it more?

Any of them really! I love that Broken Record has had almost 10,000 reads, but I don’t believe it. As I go back over it, I wonder how on earth it gained popularity in the first place, but I couldn’t be happier that it did!

29: Which of your fics was the hardest to write?

My book. Probably the Christmas one, tbh. I only feel the pull to write it around the holidays and that kinda sucks lol

30: Favorite fic writers?

You better know you’re number one, girlie! For those who don’t know, Eleanor here is one of my closest internet friends and she’s practically family to me at this point!

As for other authors, I love Ulurnaga’s Primary Mechanisms story (Transformers). I know she hasn’t updated it since 2014, but it was so good that she could’ve left it at multiple parts and it would’ve been fine. I think it has abot 118 chapters to it. I have a few favorites from AutobotGuy710 who does a lot of Transformers stories basing around adoption (helps for my references and also a better understanding of what goes on a bit in adoptions/foster care). On Tumblr, I have a few faves, but not a ton. I like imagine-and-marvel and potterlyimagines fics a lot, but that’s about it at the moment as I haven’t sat down to read fics in a little while.

31: Do you write just for fun, or would you ever consider pursuing writing?

A bit of both, actually. I mostly enjoy writing my fics as a bit of an escape from reality. I enjoy being able to place myself in a world that doesn’t exist and sort of play around a bit. However, I do actually write as a job. I was working for my county newspaper for a while and that spiraled into me writing my first book, Feather Picked. I am currently writing one of the sequels to Feather Picked which takes the focus from my original main character, Melody, and moves it to her best friend, Roxy. I am planning on publishing a total of at least 5 books, the first four being the chronological 4 that take place over the course of a full year, each taking one season. The last one will be a look into the future, hopefully.

My first book can be found here!

33: Fanfiction pet peeves?

Goodness gracious. As someone who loves English classes, when people don’t place paragraphs correctly or spell simple words correctly, it reeeeeeally grinds my nerves. I will still sit through a story if it’s a well plotted story, but, come on people, at least do proper paragraphing!!!

Also, when people spell “definitely” as “defiantly”...... uuuuuuuuggggghhhhhhhhh

36: Which charachter(s) would you never write for?

For this one, I don’t really have much to say.

Probably characters from shows like soap operas or shows that never seem to end. If I can’t grasp the character’s backstory or personality after watching it because it never stops changing whenever it benefits the story or what the writers have planned, I refuse to write for them.

Mary Sue types like Bella Swan who are merely the damsel in distress and are only there to play out the author’s wish to be put in some type of scenario where everyone fawns over them constantly (can be applied to male characters as well).

37: Which character is your favorite to write for?

Out of already made characters: Butchy, Lela, Cheech, Evie, Ben, Harry Hook, Bucky Barnes, Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood.

Out of my OCs: Mick, Malina, Roxy Madden, Candi DiMaggio

Since you said I could pick one if I wanted, I’m going to pick #40.

40: Imagine yourself 10 years in the future; do you think you’ll still be writing fic?

I think I will be, yes. I don’t think my ideas for movies and books will ever stop. Especially knowing what I have planned after Creating A Rift is done. But... that’s a story for another time, lol

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