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[hydrosspyross]

Le comte de Monte Cristo (2024) is good adaptation actually

when you look at it from the intentions of the team that made the film, it is very effective at story telling, the changes made serve the story

we cannot be scholarly, we're on a time limit, the film is 3h and very efficient at telling the story in a way that is faithful to the spirit of the book

he teams interviews are really in the spirit, i do love what they did, it is creative

did i think Valentine and Maximilien were interesting in the book? Yeah, fun for Noirtier to win in the end, love that for him

let's talk the bad, the good, the interesting, the changes

Edmond is arrested while Bonaparte is in power. He gets arrested for treason to the king when the king is not even in power! like my guys look up history, to make him be arrested during les Cent jours is so funny when that is a big point in the book. was Dumas the best historian? not always but he did have the right dates

Let's talk Villefort. In the book, he was a young and upcoming king's attorney whose father was a Bonapartiste. He did want to be a good attorney, a just one, but his first solo case has to involve his father. So in order to protect his reputation, his future marriage to a peer family, he needs to protect his father from the justice of the king. And so Edmond gets taken with no trial, no justice and he cannot be freed ever. Vengeance time Villefort has to deal with poisonings in his own home, to which he turns a blind eye, because it would be a bad look for crime to be in his house. His father who is bedridden and can only communicate through his eyes hates his grandson and daughter in law, he only loves Valentine, Villefort's daughter from his first marriage. Valentine who is basically Villefort's main redeeming quality. He will lose everything because he always tried to hide the sins of his own house - he is a man who somehow produced 2 evil sons and one angelic daughter, all black and white no shade of gray to be found here

Now film Villefort is fucking evil and irredeemable from the start. He hears his sister's name and sends Edmond to be disappeared, then sells his sister to a brothel. He also does bury his newborn son alive (the baby has the cord wrapped around his neck at birth, it was nature, not a voluntary act) - why is he such a caricature of a villain? it is an homage to french classic adventure films, the "capes et épées", very Manichean worldview, you need your bad guys, and your good guys, because Monte Cristo is so ruthless, we need the bad guys to be bad, and not just pathetic cowardly self serving men

Tiny detour to Angèle de Villefort, new character who takes on the role of Noirtier (Villefort's father) and Bertuccio, the Corsican who wanted revenge on Villefort for not trying the murderers of his brother (Villefort assumed all Corsican were smugglers so criminals) and revives the baby in the box, before bringing him to the state ward for foundlings - mixing them together into Angèle allows André to not be a caricature of a troubled boy, Benedetto is o over the top evil spawn it's ridiculous, we are humanizing him, giving him more meat!

André de Villefort, Andrea Cavalcanti, being more than just some opportunist, but the hand of vengeance molded by Edmond gives him a much needed depth, the audience gets to feel sympathy for him. He was abandoned, the only person who cared to love him died in misery, Monte Cristo gave him the means to avenge her! Angèle, his angel of mercy. I do think giving him all that depth did serve the story and allowed the audience to feel more, to feel his loss, to rejoice when he goes fro the jugular (metaphorical and physical)

Making Fernand and Villefort friends is such a concept, they did it all together knowingly, it was not serendipity that put them on the same path years later when in Paris, it was their sins coalescing and keeping them together

Now onto Danglars, an accountant in the book, who becomes a huge and rich banker. Sent to a bank on the recommendation of Morrel, there is no betrayal there, no backhand, just a man scared his actions may be found out by a man of honor. Morrel is losing it all more to fate than anything, a sad tale so Edmond can become a hero to the Morrels. He need to be a hand of justice, not just vengeance. Danglars is always very much a coward. he is calculating, allows his wife to have her lover come into their house, letting her take some of "his" money to place and play with investments, so long as it does not cause his own ruin. He is a man disinterested in his daughter, self important, and obsessed with his money. it is not about being mean, it is always about his own interests, he is a jealous beast

Film Danglars is another beast entirely, relishing on the pain he causes others, delighting in ruining Morrel, rejoicing in being a slave monger. He hurts people to hurt them, the justice he gets is honestly a bit more fitting to his book counterpart, but the loss of everything is still the biggest blow this tiny selfish man could suffer. It could be said he lacked development. sacrificed on the altar to develop other more interesting parts of the plot

We'll get to Fernand, but first i wanted to talk about Faria, because it so very classic adventure films to make him a knight of some secret order instead of the secretary of the last in the line of Spada, the one to inherit when Spada the original said it would be ok to retrieve the treasure so very "capes et épées" very fun detail to have thrown in i love that - we are paying homage to the films that came before

The Morcerf meeting Monte Cristo and why it was changed, or at least why i think it was changed. in the book, Monte Cristo saves Albert from bandits in Rome, later they meet again in Paris, where Monte Cristo will later be introduced to Comte Fernand de Morcerf. In the film, it is all still very much staged, but so much more masterfully. Paris, the home of the Morcerfs becomes Monte Cristo's stage, everything happens as he dictates, they are his puppet but don't know it. We follow Edmond, and everything is always exactly as he predicts, to the letter - Fernand is at a disadvantage from the start, but he does not even have an inkling of doubt.

we, as the audience need to see who is in control, what the rules are, no all knowing narrator will tell us, this is a film, we need to show not tell, also we can cut the Italy voyage for budget reasons, and with no Epinay and no Valentine, and Danglars having another punishment, things can and should be changed, Vampa, is after all the last piece of a puzzle we're not building here, so might as well trim the fat

Monte Cristo has set the stage, he is in power, this is a master class

But then we see moments when Edmond admits to needing to keep the wounds open, the vulnerability that he refuses to have for most of the book, we make him human, we ground him a bit more. If the wounds heal, which they start to do around André and Haydée, then he might abandon his vengeance. The mvie said let's start to give this man a heart before the end!

i love the scenes o plotting with Edmond Haydée and André, those are the only moments Edmond takes the mask off before the end, he gets to be more vulnerable with his chosen children (as he does with the Morrels in the book but still, i find it so meaty for the story and the characters) the plotting, the scheming, the moments of fun they get to have!

André being in on it, being loved and a part of the team, not just a pawn for Edmond, Benedetto is a simple criminal, nothing interesting, but in the film, he is so much! so so much more! The remorse at André's death, completely absent in the book, because he is the evil spawn of Villefort, like give me some meat!! There is love, there is heart, there is pain unknowable, unbearable, you put the knife in his hand, you're the reason the child you love is no more

Mercédès, be in it in the book or the film knows that Edmond is doing something, she does nothing to stop him, she knows people will be hurt, but the guilt she has (i don't think she should feel guilty, but misogyny has been alive for centuries) stops her from stopping him. she cannot make herself stop the justice he doles out

Edmond and Fernand both having scars on the left of their faces (the heat side, yes they are foils) - lets add some visuals!!

We don't get to see how much of a coward and a backstabber Fernand is. Not only did he betray Ali Tebelin Pacha of Janina, he also betrays the Spanish and the British, all that after having betrayed both Edmond and Mercédès, he is watered down in that aspect for the film. But he does it so willingly, with his eyes wide open. His actions will hurt the one he claims to love the most. All that he did it for, he loses it, Albert leaves, Mercédès leaves and cannot respect him anymore

Albert gets more development, he gets to be more than just a tool to hurt his father, he is the avatar of young Fernand that Edmond cannot hurt anymore in the book, he's more in the film, also we don't get to see how much of a mama's boy he is

Haydée and Albert as avatars of Mercédès and Edmond, who could not get to be happy together, but their children can!!

Haydée is the heart, but she is so much more representative of that in the film. The film allows her to be so much more than just one of Monte Cristo's tools, also she gets to not be his prize in the end

Albert is very lonely, all is friends absent from the film, we have to make room for him to be the young man in love from all adventure films, it's about the meta of knowing those classics

actually i think Mercédès telling it all to Albert when he goes to kill Monte Cristo is something that should have been kept, Albert being told, understanding the sins of his father is a very important bit to his character growth, he needs it to become a man and stop being so innocently childish

Edmond sending his daughter with the son of the woman he loved and the man he hates to be happy, to live and to love, yeah no there is something about that, poetry

the duel! Fernand, finally actually fighting, the most cowardly man in the world, the expert in backstabbing, and selling his friends, finally has to have a confrontation! and he loses, but he will have to live, live with the shame, live alone, without the woman for whom he did all that, the woman who never asked for this, who was actually not even happy with him, the woman who only chose him because he was the last thing she had in the world

that is so much more "capes et épées" than if he just blew his brains in one of his most cowardly moves ever, "you shall live with your shame there is no escape", that is a change that was needed for the story the film was telling

also killing yourself to avoid the shame is not something that will speak to wider audiences nowadays

kind of loss that only Morcerf knew the hand of fate was Edmond Dantès the young man they screw over, but i get it, it was all about the dramatics

Edmond's letter to Maximilien and Valentine (in the book) instead being addressed to Mercédès the woman he loved, the woman that loved him, the woman he could not be with anymore, because life changed them so is so poignant, it is such a fitting goodbye for the film and the characters as they exist in the film, they shall be alone and separated, but they live on in their children who will live for them, love for them, be for them

they broke the curse!

[bookishfreedom]

this book, in a word: pretentious

[starberry-cupcake]

I was re-watching the little mermaid and it got me thinking: it would have been so cool to be a guest to eric's weddings tbh

this guy's been raving about this mystery girl he says saved him and left him on the beach but nobody believes him, then he found a different girl in the same beach, proceeded to date her for a couple of days in front of the whole town, but then turns up with a different one (allegedly the first one) and decides he's marrying her on the spot

and you're like, sure, I need to see this mess

so you go to the wedding and it's WILD: there's some sort of animal riot, every creature is attacking the bride (including the prince's dog), town date redhead is being carried into the wedding ship in a barrel by a small fish, you're like 'I need to see how this turns out' and then mystery redhead, who was supposedly unable to talk, starts singing???? and talking??? and they're about to kiss???? but then the bride turns into sexy cthulhu???? and the redhead grows a fish tail???? and sexy cthulhu bride drags redhead into the water??????

you are taken ashore while the groom goes to fetch one of the brides, unsure which but all signs point to the redhead that was carried in the barrel, and then there's a storm, and sexy cthulhu becomes gigantic and is wearing a crown and you're like 'work, bitch' while eating snacks and then it's all over and sexy cthulhu disappears

but then there's another wedding announced and you're like 'I'm sure it can't top the first one' but you attend and TRITON shows up too????? myth and legend lord of the sea king triton from the stories????? with a white beard and an 8 pack and the same crown sexy cthulhu was wearing??? turns out he's the FATHER OF THE BRIDE??????? and there are mermaids everywhere, all around the ship, kind of unnerving tbh really really scary situation, but it's fine because triton is making rainbows in the sky and hugging the bride and manipulating water and you're also pretty sure the chef just got decimated by a crab?????

royal weddings should all be like these tbh this prince sure knows how to throw them like nobody else in the disney pantheon

[mostly-natm]

Say NO to conclusions for essays! All my friends HATE conclusions for essays!

[wanderingibon]

anya deserved so much better

[ysther]

vat7k fandom will you accept me

[oyabun-draws]

reupload bc i just noticed that i uploaded a version with the scar layer hidden IM SORRY POOKIES!!!

[aq2003]

this is SUCH a good line

[xxplastic-cubexx]

alternate apocalypse ending or something who the hcrist knows anymore

[yelrabmena]

fnaf analog horror series where each episode is just 20 minutes of william afton kicking puppies, stealing candies from and popping balloons of small children, causing 9/11 sixteen years earlier (he does it again on the correct date later on don't worry) , all including a loud screaming audio for everytime he does something evil that goes for longer than it should. Also Freddy's barely if is important except for it being where he does the evil and there being a fazbear branded plane

at least 10 videos, each by different people, will be made for each episode talking about how it's "the scariest fnaf content ever made" and "made fnaf ACTUALLY SCARY again!!!" while the thumbnail is something like a monochrome photo of the twin towers with a fucked up looking springtrap facing the viewer with "HE DESTROYED THEM" written in bold, big red text

[ethereal-blossom]

I've never spoken up about this when I was an active fanficwriter/content creator for another fandom on here but I have grown much more confident in sharing my thoughts.

If I were to express the difference between likes and comments/reblogs in a universally experienced way, I'd say it's much like passing by people as you're walking. There are people who will ignore you, which is totally fine. They don't have to be interested in you and that's nothing personal. Plus, in cases like mine I just get really shy even though I want to say hi. Then, you have the people who give a nod or a greeting. It's much like how I see likes. That quick form of acknowledgment is already really nice and personally I'm satisfied with that. But, the people who I think represent the comments/reblogs with tags are the ones who pass you by and say "I like your hair!" "That's a cool jacket!" It's an entirely different boost of euphoria. You not only have been acknowledged, but you feel appreciated and seen. It has me giggling & kicking my feet.

And it's hard sometimes to give that compliment. The amount of times I've been wanting to compliment a girl for being beautiful or stylish as I see her outside is astonishingly high. I once had this coworker who complimented another woman on her sunglasses and what I felt atm was a mix between admiration and envy for having the confidence and courage to do so. Even online, the interaction can be scary. I deal with a little bit of anxiety when it comes to people which even transitions to the online world, so I get the people who feel the same. It's only recently so that I pushed myself into being more interactive because it's really nice to have those positive interactions. Call me Will because it might be selfish but it makes me happy to think that I might have made someone happy reading my comments and tags in the same way other people have done for me. I'm not perfect at it yet and I do want to become more active in reblogging translations, which is why a translator like you speaking up is so important, in my opinion. It's the reminder that there's nothing scary about those comments and tags; showing us that the monsters are just trees.

And perhaps I'm only speaking for myself with this, but while it's true I enjoy writing and theorizing about Victor and Ikevil, that's not the reason I post. I'm active in fandoms because I want interaction. I want to share what I make and think with the fandom, for why would I post it otherwise? If I didn't care about at least one person seeing it and enjoying it, there's no reason or motivation for me to share these things (this is not per se about comments or reblogs--but more so showing a foundation of what pushes people to post in the first place). Especially for translations, I think a two-way-street communication is deeply appreciated and wanted. Translators take time out of their days to translate regular events but also epilogues and other things behind pay walls. That saves quite some of us a lot of resources and money. You and other translators don't need to share your translations. You don't have to go through the effort of finding a nice aesthetic and writing the translation in a sometimes buggy app like Tumblr.

But also, @shatcey I don't know if you'll be deleting your reblog so just in case I decided to reblog from the original post (even though I'm fairly convinced you'll keep it up) I really like what you said. Especially the part where you say we are all anonymous because that's something I so easily forget on here. People can see our usernames, pfp's that don't show our actual faces, and some little details about us here and there, but we are anonymous. I forget that when I slip into somebody's inbox and switch to anonymous, or when I want to reblog something but get anxious about giving that comment. People will know your profile but they won't actually know you.

So no, wanting that appreciation even when you have been acknowledged over 90 times doesn't make you greedy or ungrateful in any way. I get that might be unusual to hear for people who wish to be acknowledged that many times, and this might sound a little rude, but that doesn't mean you should not want appreciation or limit yourself simply because someone else has less.

It's maybe a little bit of a learning process but I think if you've experienced different amounts of reactions and interactions with your posts, you learn that being seen and appreciated 10 times will be more fulfilling than being acknowledged 100 times.

Your translation posts have over 97-100 interactions???

hii anon! ya some of em do get a lotta notes fs - i appreciate any sort of interaction, i really do. by no means am i trying to undermine ppl who lurk. and ik im a smaller translator compared to others out there too. but, perhaps bc i may have phrased it strangely (was in a car when i wrote it), i think you missed the point i was trying to make /nm

longish explanation post under cut ↓

but it’s just i sometimes cant help but think… sometimes i dont feel as motivated to tl stories that should, in all technicality, be “easier” to tl. but i was able to tl a lot of elbies main story, for example even without garnering a lotta notes. i thought abt it a lil (in fact i thought abt it quite a bit, especially after getting involved in bustin out content), and i feel part of it comes down to how interactions should be more of a two-way street than one for it to hold any sort of substantial meaning.

and ive overall come to the conclusion that its not the number that really matters; its the meaning behind each interaction.

yes, some tl posts i do may get 97, 100+ notes at times, but most of them are likes or reblogs without anything written in the post or tags. if you look at any of my tl posts, you’ll find im lucky if i even get 2, 3 comments on a tl post with 90+ notes. hell, i’ll count all my blessings if i even get a “ty for the translation” or smth similar. but comments abt the content i tl is like sure proof that someone has really read and enjoyed the story, and furthermore its smth i can interact with too. on the other hand, liking and reblogging without saying anything is still appreciated, dont get me wrong, but in the end of the day it feels really one-way.

me translating as much of elbies main story as i did (20 chptrs!) was largely in part thanks to a person who had left a comment when i posted with their thoughts on the chptr. they werent long comments, per se, but jus the fact they left a comment on chptrs with their thoughts on the events and scenes meant so much to me, it would be no exaggeration to say i probably would have dropped my rendition elbies main story tl before i hit chptr 10 if not for them. and for al’s main story tl i did, if you ask my moots in a disc server im in, they could probably tell you aaall abt how i spammed the alfons channel with tl snippets while i was still working on the project bc i loved hearing others comments abt it (arguably, i may have been fishing for them, and sure, i may have been desperate — hell, color me surprised they weren’t fed up with me haha — but without them i dont think i would have finished my rendition of al’s main story tl). but when i posted them on tmblr, most of them probably didnt exceed 40 notes. i’d be lucky if i reached 30 /lh waayy less than 90.

you’ll be surprised how much a single comment (or ask!) or whatnot can impact me… there’s probably no amount of likes that could ever outweigh the positive impact a single comment could have on me.

now of course, (1) i’m not saying i inherently expect ppl to comment on my stuff; in the end, commenting is and should really be done on one’s sole discretion. but, it seems to be a known fact among ppl especially who write fics or translate that comments r scarce, few and far in between. (2) i also tl bc i like to. i myself like to bring characters to life through translation. like, yes, it is fun in a very genuine sense. and that also plays into my motivation, but its smth i like to share with others too. multiple things do motivate me - and i think all of it needs to sort of work together for it to really work to its fullest.

[comatosebunny09]

Neighbor Sylus, coming back from an event or meeting, all dressed up, hair slicked back, smelling delightful. 

He’s at his door, about to unlock it, when he hears a car pull up in the rain-laden parking lot. He peers over the balcony of the breezeway through the silver torrents coming down. The driver cuts the lights, and he recognizes that car instantly. It’s yours. 

You’ve been avoiding him since the night you kissed him when you were shit-faced drunk. As long as he’s waited to ruin your friendship (in a good way), he didn’t want to take advantage of you that night. Not when you wouldn’t remember what happened the following day.

But you did remember, and that’s where all this mess stems from. Why you’d been playing keep-away with him, avoiding him like a sickness, brief with your exchanges as if you were afraid he’d eat you. 

He’s missed your daily texts. Your phone calls. Your impromptu visits to his apartment, or his to yours. You filled a hole in his life he didn’t realize needed filling. 

He’s given you your space. Didn’t want to exacerbate things, as he thought, maybe you only kissed him because you were drunk. Maybe there was no meaning behind it, and he was reading too much into things. 

Regardless of how you feel about him, he doesn’t like this awkwardness stewing between you. You’re like sunshine breaking through grey clouds after a week of rain—and that’s saying a lot, because he typically abhors the sun.

He gets out of his head when your car door slams shut. You’re scuttling about, trying to grab something from the backseat. You’re donned in something casual, loose-fitting, but it’s not enough to protect you from the downpour. What is he going to do with you? Are you trying to get sick?

Without a second thought, he pushes into his apartment to snatch an umbrella from his entryway. He takes the steps leading down to the parking lot two by two, strolling up to your frantic form. Your proverbial knight in matte-black armor.

You look up at him when the rain ceases pelting down on you, reminiscent of a sad, wet puppy, clutching a stack of papers to your chest. For a moment, tension swells. You’re so god damn adorable, all pouty with your hair sticking to your face. He tries to keep cool, like you don’t take his breath away, make his throat dry. Like he doesn’t want to tug you into his arms and kiss you, all romantic like one of those scenes in a romcom, taking place in the rain.

You break the silence first, sighing something relieved, a wobbly smile cresting over your lips. “Thanks,” you simply state, voice so small, it contends with the pitter-patter of the rainfall against his umbrella. 

His lips twitch into a semblance of a smile, eyes soft, fond. He tilts his head towards your complex, saying, “We should get inside before the rain kicks up.” 

You nod, following beside without another word, clinging to those papers for dear life. He studies you in his peripheral vision. Hopes your dryer still works. And if it doesn’t, he’s more than happy to take a look at it for you again.

You get up the steps to your apartment, and he feels his gut churning like it’s empty. He doesn’t want to let you go, doesn’t want to relinquish this small pocket of time where he’s been closer to you in a matter of seconds than he’s been in the past two weeks. You turn to him after unlocking your door, awkwardly looking every which way but at him.

“Thanks,” you mutter once more as if it burns. 

It pains him, this cold unease, but he understands. He got his hopes a little too high. With a hand stuffed in his pocket, he offers you a smile and a casual wave. Prepares to step across the hall to retreat into his home, but you stop him with that unsure little voice at his back.

“Um…”

He peers over his shoulder, brows shooting up in question. Hopefulness. He watches you grapple with words, shifting your weight between your feet. Finally, you look at him, and it’s like being struck by lightning.

“You wanna…come inside for a bit? Dry off? Feel kinda bad. Your shoulder got wet.”

He subconsciously feels the dampness bleeding into his skin. The fact that you would use something so insignificant as an excuse to stay around him makes his heart pull. Maybe you missed him as much as he missed you. 

“Sure,” he remarks, unable to contain the whisper of a smile breaking out on his lips. 

He follows you inside, and the familiar aroma of lavender and line-dried linen wafting from within rushes over him like a soothing balm. It’s dark inside. A little cool from your AC. He watches you shuffle through the inkiness, navigating around your furniture to switch on a light. 

“You can use the dryer if you want,” you offer, sifting through your wet hair after dropping those papers on your coffee table.

He stands rigid in the entryway, tight-lipped and thoughtful. Watches how your shirt hugs your torso, how your sweats droop, bogged down by the rain. He gets a little view of the warm skin at your back, and his body feels like he’s submerged in ice.

He doesn’t know what takes over. What exactly propels him forward. Doesn’t take the time to kick off his shoes—you can yell at him for it later. But he’s moving before he can fully process things, tearing through the stillness of your apartment with the finesse of a jaguar. He switches off the light before you fully turn around, immersing your living room in murkiness again. And he’s reaching for your hips, roosting his hands on them, tugging you close until your breath abandons you in a gasp.

He makes out that doe-eyed, confused look, the want coloring the edges, the way your lips part and quiver. He studies your mouth for a beat longer before angling himself down to graze over your lips with his. 

“Why don’t we try this again?” he breathes, drunk and out of his mind. 

Your throat swells with words, but he’s kissing you before you can get them out. Ardent, tender, desperate, cautious. He breaks the seal of your lips with his tongue after your surprise ebbs, and you sigh something relieved into his mouth, your hands coming up to cup his jaw as you lean more into him.

He’s dizzy with need, caught up in the pressure of your lips, the warmth, how right it feels to kiss you, those cute little sounds you make as he leaves no part of your mouth unscathed by his tongue. He doesn’t realize he’s backed you up against a wall until you push out a breath from the collision, but he doesn’t let up. Not when you’re just as eager for this, your fingers sifting through his hair, your body hot and pliant like wax under warmed palms, pushing against his.

He’s not sure what he’s thinking when he hikes your legs up to wrap them around his waist. But judging by how your ankles instinctively lock at the small of his back and how you drag him impossibly closer, he hasn’t crossed a line. Not yet. He cups your ass in his palms, peeling you from the wall to effortlessly walk you into your bedroom. He remembers the layout of your apartment like the back of his hand, he’s been here so frequently. 

He’s missed this; missed you. And maybe you’ve missed him too, giggling between kisses with the prettiest little smile on your face like you’ve been waiting for him to ruin your friendship, too.

[tempo-takoyaki]

I forgot he had a birthday. Happy late birth little guy.

[tthoroughfare]

some random modern!abby headcanons as i Cannot think about anything else. NSFW in the latter half spit kink asf i’m not sorry

she’s chronically offline. has social media but does not use it — her IG has one photo from 3 years ago and the only other social media she has is a facebook account she made when she was 14. her entire page is just shit her dad tags her in; photos of her he’s taken while they’re on vacation, cringey middle aged humor, the Facebook Parent works

90% of the time only uses her phone for what a phone is actually for. probably has a super old one because she doesn’t see the point in replacing it; it’s somehow in like perfect condition though

texts in perfect grammar. before you got used to it you literally thought she was mad at you all the time. hasn’t got it figured out what emojis make sense contextually because she doesn’t really use them and occasionally sends you baffling messages like:

“Got off early. Can’t wait to see you. 😬” (was rushing and thought it was a smile)

but sometimes it’s also very cute, like a grandma who just figured out how to text:

“Do you want to tag along with Manny and Nora to a concert on Saturday? The people they were supposed to go with can’t anymore. 🎶🕺🎸”

the type of gf who will get you doing the most random activities. she’s constantly trying new hobbies and always wants you to be a part of it. she’ll decide on a sunday night she wants to pick up rock climbing, have you both signed up and in the climbing gym monday

or she’ll decide on a whim she wants to take you to a restaurant someone recommended even though it’s an hour and a half drive away

med student abby is canon abby…

she really didn’t want to be a cliche and go into it just because it’s what her dad does, but she was always encouraged to excel academically and found herself naturally drifting in that direction

she makes it look easy, but it’s really not. she gets stressed about everything a lot (particularly wrestling with worries about letting her dad down, which you reiterate she couldn’t do if she tried), but doesn’t really show anyone apart from you. you always make her feel better, though, just as she does for you with your problems

grew up well-off, but isn’t a dick about it. very generous with her money, always buying you little treats and picking up the bill despite your protests. takes you on weekends away wherever possible, or a bigger vacation somewhere tropical during the summer

honestly not the best cook… she’s just used to making food for herself, which tends to be pretty plain. gym bro meals ugh. however, has one or two incredible recipes she can pull out the BAG. makes them for you when she knows you’ve had a long day

would 100% be that post of the guy who set his alarm purposefully earlier so that he could wake up and cuddle his partner before he had to actually get up. she’s normally up before you, regardless of the day or time. abby’s an early riser; she loves the morning. you always stir with a warm drink on the bedside table, and either the sound of her pottering around the apartment or a text saying something along the lines of:

“Heading to the gym. Gave you a kiss before I left but you were still clean out, LOL.”

has extremely random and rogue music taste. same with movies. you figure this out not long into knowing her, when you’re talking about favorite films and she deliberates before carefully stating that her all-time top three are flushed away, interstellar and an old foreign movie you couldn’t pronounce if you tried

speaking of — loves movies! you guys frequent the cinema, but also like to stay in and have movie nights at home. you’ll watch just about anything together, taking it in turns to choose. when you stay in, you make it a Whole Thing. all the bedding gets moved to the living room, you buy snacks, she sits and lets you meticulously paint a face mask on her

sometimes, you’ll attentively watch the whole thing. sometimes, if you get halfway through and it’s not the best, she’ll allow her fingers to trail down from their position atop your upper arm in a manner she knows you’ll pick up on. dipping under your shirt and rubbing loose, gentle circles at your hip for what feels like forever, before nudging at your jaw with her nose and planting a light kiss. you turn to meet her, eyes flitting between hers and her lips; closing the gap and smirking against her mouth, “you’re not subtle.”

blowing air out of her nose and shrugging, she brings her free hand up to the nape of your neck, deepening the kiss. it’s slow and deliberate, everything from the way she moves her lips against yours, to how she steadily shifts you on top of her. she likes to take her time with you, gets off when you have to say please

segueing into nsfw… praise kink spit kink gentle domination vers dynamic hey now

loves it when you show her how desperate you are for her, through words or otherwise. while i can’t see her being much of a talker herself (not to say that’s at all), she encourages your blathering about how good she feels, how much you need her. bonus points if you throw her name in there somewhere

should the occasion arise will absolutely put you through the mattress with the strap, but much more so an acoustic girl. two finger tongue combo diva. for her, it’s all about feeling you. how you contract around her, the little signals your body gives her she’s learned so well

to her, that’s the main point of sex. feeling as much of you as she can, feeling close to you, showing you how much she worships you. it’s filthy, yet reverent and devoted. gets a little possessive sometimes, because you’re hers and only she can have you how she does

whether it be arched up, her fingers plowing into you as she kisses her way over your upper back, hand threaded through your hair. stopping to suck a mark where your neck meets your shoulder, murmuring to ask if you can take three (she knows you can, just wants to hear you say it)

or on top of her, legs slotted together and your hand firmly bracing yourself on her knee whilst you rut against her. hearing her get slightly louder and higher pitched, revelling in the way she looks up at you, brows drawn and eyes full. shared wetness pooling and mingling, her hands all over you like she can’t decide which inch of sweat-sheened skin she wants to touch more

or after you’ve eaten her out and she’s still coming down, you running a hand over the outside of her thigh then kissing over her stomach — making your way back up to her lips, allowing her to taste herself through the sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. licking into her dirtily, running a thumb over her lower lip and softly telling her to open. abby doing as you say; always does as you say. a glob of spit falling from your mouth to hers which she accepts gladly, breathing jagged as she swallows. spurred on, dragging you back in with fervor, moving a hand to circle over your sopping clit

she’s never been like this with anyone, never wanted everything of a person so badly. she’d do anything for you, to you, let you do anything to her

while she does like it to be languid, to last, sometimes she can’t help herself. it’ll be the morning and she’ll rouse, tired eyes dragging over your form. abby shifting closer and wrapping an arm around your waist, you’ll stir a little and groan softly, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek and pivoting your head to give her a kiss. both brains still foggy, operating on basic wants, it doesn’t take long for it to turn from an innocent good morning peck to a desperate mess of tongues. then, to her mouthing at your neck, sliding her fingertips over your bare torso to knead at your breast. you’ll tilt your head back, let out a mewl of her name, before remembering it’s a weekday.

“what time is it?” you’ll ask, freezing and subconsciously trying to look at the clock.

“don’t worry, we’ve got time,” she’ll respond against your skin without missing a beat, hand making its way between your legs and coaxing a sharp exhale from you, “i’ll be quick, i promise.”

she knows you well — she certainly can be quick. still has time to make you that coffee she always does, too.

[fibi-draws]

this was less of a danganronpa v3 redesign and more of a "drawing the drv3 characters in outfits i would actually enjoy drawing more than once" but it got completely out of hand

anyway - day three of trying to defeat artblock went great and [commissions are open] again <3

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good people of tumblr

hi :•>

so I’m making a friend get into hermitcraft and we’re making a master document basically of random little ways to sum up each CC as well as what they do/their vibe. For example we said that Ren stumbles into being a monarch Often, and just have “spoon” under Mumbo with no explanation. We’re compiling a fun little list, if anyone’s got sentences they wanna tack on, ESPECIALLY for the lovely anomalies such as Joe Hills and the nonsense Doc pulls or Bdubs Goes Through, I’d love to add em to the document :•>