#just an overall nostalgic night i suppose

[halfmoondaze]

Flickering Desieres

A fic collaboraton with @heavyhitterheaux

Born and raised in Y/H/T, Y/N knew from a young age that she wanted to be a singer and that she wasn’t going to let anything get in her way of her dream becoming a reality. 

She would go on to perform in local bars and coffee shops that were known to have open-mic nights and spend the rest of her time writing her own songs and posting videos of her singing on Tik Tok. 

She posted a song that she had written called “Drowning in the Blue” on the platform, not thinking much of it. However, the song quickly gained traction and went viral, amassing over 230 million views. 

As the song gained popularity on Tik Tok, she quickly caught the attention of music label executives who were eager to sign her. 

After careful consideration, she chose the small independent label “Adagio Records Co.” And the rest was history.

Every single time an opportunity presented itself, she would sing. Whether it be around the house, performing for family, or local talent shows. When she saw an opportunity to sing, she took it.

Meanwhile, Jack had just finished filming his latest movie starring Matt Damon and Casey Affleck called “The Instigator” in Portland. Overall, Jack felt more inspired than ever to go back to the studio and create new music. The last thing that he ever wanted anyone to think is that he was leaving music behind for acting, because that definitely wasn’t the case.

“Look if it isn’t the movie star.” Urban said as Jack entered the recording studio.

“Hey man.”

They did their secret handshake as Jack sat down next to him.

“How was Portland?” Nemo asked.

“Wet.” 

They started laughing from Jack’s response and Nemo just simply shook his head. 

“The label got me this list of the possible female singers we could bring in for the feature” DJ Drama said as he sat down. 

“Shoot, let’s hear it.” 

“Doja Cat?”

Jack thought for a second. “No” 

“SZA?”

“No”

“Y/N?”

Jack pauses for a moment. 

“Who is Y/N? I’ve never heard of her. Is she a new artist?”

“Her song blew up when she posted it on Tik Tok not too long ago. Since you hardly ever go on there, I didn’t really expect you to know.”

As Jack quickly learned about Y/N’s music, he became captivated by her sound as a singer which was something unlike anything he had heard before. A sound that was both fresh and somehow nostalgic. With hints of 90’s R&B, soul, and smooth jazz; mixed with contemporary pop. He found her songwriting skills impressive and authentic. He was hooked. 

At this point in time, the choice was obvious and he couldn't wait to meet her in person.

He felt as though this would be a good move for him seeing as the most he ever did with another female artist was hop on the remix version of a song. However, this time they were starting from scratch and knew that this was something that his fans had been waiting for. New features with new people.

It was true that he was worried about the hype surrounding him and his career dying down, but knew for a fact that as soon as he made the announcement surrounding the single being released, it would pick back up. 

That morning, Y/N showed up early to the studio wearing a men’s button up shirt as a dress, knee socks and sneakers wanting to be comfortable for however long that she was going to be here for. 

“Y/N, you must already know Jack.” DJ Drama introduced her.

Jack went in for a hug but Y/N stopped him reaching out for her hand for him to shake. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you, I've heard so much about you.” 

Jack smiled. 

“Good things, I hope” he joked as he shook her hand. 

Jack went on and introduced Y/N to Urban and Nemo. 

“We are glad to have you here. Thank you for helping us out” he smiled. 

“Happy to help.” 

“Would you like to go over the song?” 

“No, I’m good,” she said as she entered the recording booth and put on the headphones. 

Jack was taken back by her confidence but thought it was very attractive.

“Ok. Whenever you’re ready” he said. 

That’s when Y/N who was supposed to sing the chorus to his song “Locked In” however, she completely changed the lyrics and Jack stopped her mid performance. 

“Can we stop?” Jack asked as he looked over at Nemo who simply nodded his head.

Nemo stopped the track and waited for the both of you to agree on the next steps.

Y/N takes off her headphones and turns to Jack wondering what the problem was, but deep down she knew.

“Those aren’t the lyrics” he said and turned to Nemo. “Do you have a copy of the lyrics you can give to Y/N?. 

“Oh, I know what the lyrics are” 

“Then why aren’t you singing them?” Jack asked not understanding what was happening at the moment.

“Well, as far as I’m concerned, I was told to come here to help you with your lyrics which is what I did.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“Your label approached me to help you write a hit. And that’s what I'm trying to do."

“My last album was very successful.” 

“I don’t think an album that scored 2.9 on Pitchfork would be considered successful.” 

Jack looked at her stunned, not knowing how to respond.

“No offense, but your music is on a surface level” you replied not missing a beat. “You talk about all this generic stuff like proving your haters wrong, bragging about your conquests…nothing groundbreaking” you paused. “You never reveal anything about yourself.”

Jack clenched his jaw as he crossed his arms, but he didn’t look away from you as you were talking to him.

“I’m sorry?” he raised his brow, feeling a mix of surprise and irritation. No one had ever challenged him like this before.

“You’re not really saying anything” Y/N pressed. “If you want to stand out, you need to be more vulnerable”

He scoffed. 

“And just spill my dirty laundry into the world?” he shot back. “I’m not doing that”

“Suit yourself” Y/N shrugged. “But don’t expect your fans to care for your music if you’re not willing to be real with them.”

With that Jack left the studio without another word, clearly pissed off because of the exchange that had just happened. 

Y/N turned to look at DJ Drama who couldn’t contain his laughter. 

“Did I say something wrong?” Y/N curiously asked because as far as she was concerned, she was simply being honest with him. 

Jack walked out of the studio and headed over to Craig Kallman’s office who was the CEO of Atlantic Records and he quickly knocked on the door. Hearing his voice say ‘Come in.’ He proceeded to enter.

“Jack, what’s up?” He asked as he looked up at him.

“There’s a bit of an issue with the collab with Y/N. I don’t think she’s the right fit.”

Craig simply looked at him before offering his advice.

“Jack, I know it can be challenging working with a new artist, but I think Y/N can bring a fresh perspective and new life into your music.”

Jack sighs as he sits on the sofa across from Craig’s desk. 

“I’ve built my career on my own terms and I don’t want to compromise my authenticity for the sake of a hit song.”

“We’re not asking you to compromise Jack. We’re asking you to explore new possibilities and push your boundaries as an artist.” Craig says, his tone gentle but firm. “Let’s just call it a day and start over tomorrow; I’ll let Y/N know” 

Jack was feeling somewhat reassured but still conflicted. 

He stood up, thanked Craig and exited his office hoping that things would go better tomorrow

[thewritetofreespeech]

prompt: requests plot of Gojo with a half human/cursed spirit MC. lost the original request in the recent glitch shuffle.

Gojo took a long drag of his cigarette and blew it out. The smoke making a long, mysterious trail in the moonlight.

He’ll never forgive Shoko for getting him hooked on these as a kid; trading bad habits of her smoking and his defiance of authority when they were younger. Like her, however, he doesn’t smoke often. Only when he was feeling nostalgic about the past. As if the smoke & nicotine was some kind of incantation for unlocking the memories.

He turned to look over at the other side of the bed at [Y/N]. Sleeping. He’s often jealous of how well they could sleep, as he was often kept up by ghosts of the past. [Y/N] was more of the opinion ‘the past is the past. keep pushing forward.’ So, she had a lot less sleepless nights.

Taking another pull of the cigarette, Gojo remembered when he first met her. Angry, defiant, snarky. Of course, she was still all those things. It tampered down a little bit over the years. Smoothed the rough edges. He supposed he’d be mad too if his parents bonded him with a powerful cursed spirit. Selling his soul like property, which they didn’t own, and then just abandoning him with all this power he could barely contend with.

Luckily he was cursed with power at birth. So his parents didn’t have to do anything but bask in the honor & glory of a special, chosen child.

They bonded over that. Shitty parents and paths in life.

Despite what anyone said it wasn’t her decision to be the way she was, so he refused to punish her for it. No matter what the old men. They were always scared of unbridled potential. Anything outside the norm was a poison to their ideals.

“Stinks….”

He looked down at the other side of the bed as [Y/N] turned over to glare at him with a sleepy expression. “Do you have to do that in here?”

“No. I guess I could have gone outside.” He took another pull and made no effort to do just that.

“Thinking about the past?” Gojo arched a brow. Surprised she had cracked the code. “You only smoke when you think about Geto and the others.”

He flicked off the ash and didn’t say anything. Not willing to confirm the subconscious theory that he was punishing himself with tobacco smoke every time he thought of his friends. “Hey. Let’s get married.”

“Married?” [Y/N] asked. Clearly surprised by the sudden question as she sat up. “What’s this all of a sudden?”

“I don’t know.” He replied with a shrug. “You like it here, right?”

“That’s not a very good reason to get married.” She told him. “I thought you never wanted to get married.”

“Maybe I changed my mind.” They’d talked about it before. Discussing patterns in life, and when they were getting more serious. Given the state of either of the parents’ marriage, one arranged & one abusive, it hadn’t really sold them on the concept. But, he did love her. And that’s what people did when they loved each other, right?

Or maybe it was just his natural pettiness that when someone told him he couldn’t do something it made him want to do it all that much more.

The bed shifted and [Y/N] reached out to take his hand. “I think you’re thinking about things in and backwards way. You want to protect me, right? But…marrying me isn’t the way to do it. Besides the shit storm it would cause at the school and beyond, we still don’t really know anything about what’s gonna happen to me.”

His all-seeing eyes catch the shadows shift. Which aren’t really shadows, but cursed energy.

There’s never been a recorded record of a vessel like her in existence. Basically half human & half curse. No one was sure if the bond was stable. What that meant for her overall life, if it was extend or shorten it. Nor how it affected the elements around her. She could be completely fine and live a normal life with great power. Or her body could just explode in a burst of red confetti under the weight of her curse.

It was all uncertain.

“Well, I want to be here.” Gojo said. Finishing his cigarette and putting it out. Nostalgia over. It was time to look towards the future. “No matter what happens.”

[Y/N] smiled wistfully and snuggled up into his side. “I told you not to get too attached to me when we met.”

“Hey, what can I say? I like stray cats.”

They both lay back down and try to go to sleep. The smell of cigarettes and [Y/N] shampoo in Gojo’s nose. The past & the future lulling him to sleep.

[the-casbah-way]

What is ur opinions on the actual NatM movies?

overall the franchise is a huge comfort interest for me, the films were a HUGE part of mine and my siblings' childhood like we literally have so many inside jokes specifically relating to night at the museum (my sister and i have an entire parody natm au we wrote together and my brother consistently begins any text conversation with me with this one joke we have about larry daley so). anyway. the second film is one of my top three comfort films of all time i think it's so fucking funny and sweet and it has two of my favourite actors (hank azaria and steve coogan) being not only extremely gay but also extremely sexy (natm octavius definitely served as some sort of bizarre sexual awakening for me) and overall yeah the franchise in general is just so nostalgic and comforting to me. HOWEVER i think the films have issues with how they portray women (see: amelia being a sexualised Girlboss stereotype and forced hetero love interest) and native american people (sacajawea barely gets any screen time or character development, the way custer is portrayed in comparison to her is pretty fucked up and even though him constantly talking over her and mispronouncing her name seems like it's supposed to make him the butt of the joke and not her it's still a weird choice, and i genuinely think shipping her with a fictionalised version of fucking THEODORE ROOSEVELT of all people is like. utterly insane and even when i was a lot younger it made me and my sister viscerally uncomfortable). and i do recognise that my ability as a kid to still enjoy the films in spite of this is a sign of my privilege. so yeah, the films have their faults in my opinion. the third one seemed poorly executed to me but the wholesome message and fun factor was still there (plus tilly the love of my life) so i still enjoy it in a way. i think the first and second film did such a good job at utilising the comic potential in having historical figures (or versions of them at least) interacting with each other in a modern setting (napoleon and al capone teaming up to aid an evil ancient egyptian pharaoh is gold to me) and as a child who was utterly autistic about ancient rome i was very pleased with how well they costumed the roman characters so i have to mention that i'm sorry

[hisui-cotton]

About 4 or 5 years ago I came across a short series called Shamanic Princess and was really enchanted by it. I wanted to to do at least a small write up on it because while it is only about 6 episodes the story is fairly concise. They pack a lot of atmosphere and interesting design/worldbuilding in just a few episodes and it's just really nice. It's not a perfect series by any means but if you're looking for something with interesting character work to check out, this is one I'd recommend and say has the biggest draw because of how the characters bounce off each other. Right now it's available on Crunchyroll but if you're resourceful I'm sure you can find somewhere else if you need to!

The anime today is Shamanic Princess, a short OVA series by Triangle Staff. There was a short time where Crunchyroll had gotten a bunch of older anime and so I decided I’d check some of them out. This was one I appealed to me because of how few episodes it happened to have, I assumed it may have been something similar to Blue Submarine, where it was a series cancelled before it was done or rushed but the story seems to have a complete round out. As most OVAs go, the experimentation of animation, unique storyline, and overall production makes for a really compelling short series overall. It takes it’s own fun spin on the magical girl genre too taking the “magic” part to be almost tangible rituals.

From a very ominous start we’re introduced to the world of magic that shamanic princess is takes place in with almost persona like shadows lurking about. Tiara, our protagonist, seems to be on alert yet also a bit bratty in some ways too, almost princess like, especially so for a college student. Following what turns out to be a bad scouting mission, Tiara returns home to her “castle” to sleep. The big draw from here on is the missing parts of the story, Tiara is on a mission to “capture” Sarah, whom she almost somberly confronts in her dreams. The next morning she is transferring into a new college, meets an old rival, Lena, to whom we find is also well aware of what Tiara’s mission seems to revolve around. The most OVA like part of this episode comes in this following night. The characters have what seems like a playful rivalry and it only comes to confirm that the characters are not just rivals in this mission but enemies. They fight harshly with spirit creatures they summon and begin to ramp up the fight only for Tiara to be interrupted by Kagetsu, the man who has stolen the Throne of Yord and is using it on Sarah. He doesn’t enter the conversation, or conflict, beyond impeding Tiara. It’s after when Tiara retreats and Lena approaches Kagetsu that their alliance is confirmed and that Lena lays forth that she’ll kill Tiara if she needs to. The episode concludes with a follow up fight where Tiara finally goes to her full power.

A lot of the formula between this episode and the next is this power play. Tiara and Lena going back and forth between their fight and feelings for Kagetsu’s situation. Tiara is the obviously more powerful to Lena and yet Lena is the one standing by Kagetsu. In time we also learn that Kagetsu and Lena were is love, that something separated them and now Kagetsu has taken something from their magical society that is powerful enough to put all three in this conflict. Fairly obviously I suppose, this leads to a love Triangle of sorts, not just where the girls find conflict in love for Kagetsu but where they find the idea of love in eachother similarly. In a lot of ways this is also what kept me around in the story where I could understand each characters desire for connection and love in the way they’ve seen it through each other.

I really love the overall atmosphere through the story though. Theres this feeling of almost cyclical longing throughout the the atmosphere of the story, whether it’s romantic, nostalgic or just to connect with someone in general. Everyone feels lost in there sense of what they want and unsure, yet they know there is something they feel a longing for. In the classes there are two particular moments where this longing is somewhat reflected between Lena and Tiara. When Tiara watches Lena in class, it’s while they have a lecture on the beauty in conceptual ideas like functionalism and rationalism, Tiara even later reflecting she envied Lena, likely for that sense of maturity she emanates and natural sense for logic. Likewise when Lena looks to Tiara they have a lecture on the greek story of Daphne, the nymph turned to a tree. In it Apollo is plauged by cupid’s curse to pursue Daphne who is uniterested in him. In a final act she calls to her father a river god and asks for his help. In hopes that it will save her from Apollo’s pursuit, her father turns her to a tree. Although Lena’s power better fits the story of the girl turned to a tree, I think that Lena’s view on Kagetsu is what’s really in reference here. Lena feels this ever present longing of affection and desire and sees that in Kagestu. Yet it seems that Kagestu only has affection for Tiara and so Lena is left alone with that desire. Even when Lena’s thinking of Kagestu though, there is this feeling of Tiara being the focus of it. She knows the place of Tiara’s affection among the sibilings and recognizes that Tiara did her best to accept Lena into that space. As a result I feel both’s feelings end up being more about eachother than their situation, where they envy the other’s ability to react a certain way to their predicament and as a result pursue that for themselves in the series. They strive to better themselves by becoming eachother in some ways, they see what the other does wrong and yet also see everything that is wonderful about them.

The story definitely tries to rush it’s climax. Just as the story pushes it’s emotional confrontation it spends too much time overexplaining why it is emotional. It tries to play with it as being a taunt from the Throne but it takes so much time and limits so much of the action that it ends up falling flat. It should also be noted a lot of the reviews and notes on this series you’ll see likely say things along the lines of “watch episode 5 and 6 first then 1-4” but I’d say that isn’t necessary. In some ways it spoils the mystique and focus on the emotional story telling of episodes 1-4. You don’t truly have to understand the backstory to understand the emotional stakes of a story. Those episodes are still worth the watch, just don’t feel too pressured to do it in the “5-6, 1-4” order because people say it should have been done that way. You honestly could watch just the first 4 episodes and feel like you have a classic OVA experience of a short contained story by the same logic of watching them out of order. But I’d still recommend it if you like “dark magical girl” as an aesthetic, it’s not too dark but still carries a good maturity in it’s story telling with interesting magical elements. If you have the time and just want to try an older anime, I’d say this is an interesting one to check out.

[expirednostalgia]

[ oscar isaac, cis man, he/him ] — whoa! SANTIAGO MORALES just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for 45 YEARS, working as a VET & OWNER OF SOFT PAWS ANIMAL CLINIC. that can’t be easy, especially at only 45 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit CYNICAL and WITHDRAWN, but i know them to be RELIABLE and PRAGMATIC. whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to STATEN ISLAND!

Quick Stats !

FULL NAME: Santiago Morales

NICKNAME: Santi

AGE: 45

DATE OF BIRTH: April 30th

GENDER: Cis Man

PRONOUNS: He/Him

SEXUALITY: Homosexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

PLACE OF BIRTH: Staten Island, NY

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Havenwood Suites, Staten Island, NY

OCCUPATION: Veterinarian

AESTHETIC: Half finished mugs of coffee, the smell of old books, the sound of a record playing softly in the background, pet hair on every piece of clothing you own, old photos carefully tucked away, an ache from holding on too tight, a sleepless look, a bitter taste on the tip of your tongue, flowers wilting in a vase

▷  currently  playing  ——  LEAVE ME BE BY CHOIR BOY. 

Bio !

The eldest of two, much of Santiago's life was devoted to setting a good example for his younger brother and looking out for him like most older siblings feel expected to do. Part of that to him, meant excelling in school and mostly keeping to himself to focus on academics unless there was something he felt compelled to speak up about.

For the most part he was a rather easy child to deal with, the only real trouble coming from him forming a habit to try to help every stray animal he came across. Usually it came in the form of sneaking them in and trying to take care of them without his parents knowledge or getting sidetracked to track down the owner for hours.

Going through life like that seemed to pay off for the most part. While his social life wasn't exactly booming, he was able to figure out the things he really cared about early on and get into a good college to pursue his dreams of becoming a veterinarian.

After working in a vet clinic for some years, he was finally able to save up enough to open one of his own, Soft Paws Animal Clinic. For a while there things seemed to be perfect. He was more than content with his own life and his brother seemed to be doing well for himself and his family, who Santiago had grown close with, as well. He would soon find out that nothing good lasts forever though.

As expected, the loss of his brother two years ago hit him hard. With an array of emotions to sort through, he felt, and still feels, very lost without the other around anymore and is still very much working on trying to move forward and what that's supposed to look like for him.

Misc. !

Animals >>>>> people. He's the guy that feels obligated to go to a social event and hopes he can spend most of the time vibing with the person's pet instead of socializing. Honestly in general he'd rather spend a night in than go out.

Has been known to help someone cover their vet expenses from time to time when he can, especially in emergency situations. Just overall very passionate about his job.

With the exception of pet fur (because no matter what you do there is always some somewhere) his place is very tidy and organized. Definitely someone who has a harder time relaxing in messier environments.

Nostalgic to the point it's just painful. That quote that's like "you can easily return to the past, but no one is there anymore" lives rent free in his mind and ruins his vibe daily.

Perpetually tired™ and over it these days. Kind of gives off old grouch energy but he's a softie deep down (especially around Milo and animals).

Always been on the more reserved side but has definitely become more withdrawn since his brother died. Some relationships have been neglected and died off in that time due to lack of effort on his side.

He's trying not to hold a grudge against Daisy for the sake of Milo and also because the accident wasn't her fault but grief is rough and he definitely still has some things to work through :/

Wanted Connections/Plots !

Friends of His Brother: Maybe they weren't necessarily friends with Santiago and still aren't but grieved a bit together after his brother's passing.

Rock: Long time friend that's been there for him through everything. Probably the one person he's talked in depth about things and someone he's not going to complain too much about when they drag him out to enjoy things again.

Relationships the Fell to the Wayside:  Platonic or maybe even a romantic relationship(s) that Santiago neglected while grieving. Even though there may have been understanding from the other, the relationships still feel apart. Whether or not it gets mended moving forward can be plotted!

Newer Connections: Connections, friendships, whatever that have sprung up more recently as Santiago has started to more forward a bit more.

Any and All Pet Owners: Listen, pet owners are automatically doing better than most people in Santiago's book and as a vet they could possibly know each other through that!

I will probably come back to this and add more unique connections for him but for now here are some general connection ideas <3 (also open to anything so if you have any ideas please throw them my way!)

[ecileh]

a court of rage and fire

sup nestas and nerises, i’m writing a fanfic that is basically just how i wanted acosf to go (feat nesta rage betrothal to eris). some of y’all might appreciate so i wanted to share here. the first chapters are up on ao3

this is an AU that diverges from canon acosf at chapter 58, beginning with the day after winter solstice. there is no deus ex machina or gaping plot hole coming to rescue characters at the last moment. character decisions have final and far-reaching consequences. some of your faves may die, and they cannot be saved. the stakes are high; proceed accordingly.✨

here’s an excerpt:

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Prythian, the day after Winter Solstice.

Her arms filled with a motley assortment of rectangular packages, Nesta rested a moment on the porch of the River House. Despite her overall glowing feeling of love for the Night Court this morning, she still felt a tiny inkling of anxiety. She had never called on the court unannounced. Even though the last few days had passed rather pleasantly, did they really want to see more of her? Even if she came bearing tokens of good will?

She had passed the morning in the bookshop, spending the first dozen or so of the credits Feyre and Elain had given her on everyone but herself. A thick book of what her human family would have called fairy tales—did Fae still call them fairy tales?—with whimsically painted illustrations, for Feyre and Rhys. Not technically for the baby, as it was ill luck to gift before birth, but she hoped they would read the stories to the child. A guide book of herbs and their magical and mundane uses, so old it was browned by time, for Elain. Fashion history for Mor, though Nesta supposed five-hundred-year-old Mor had already lived through much of it. A gilded stationery set for Amren to write letters to Varian. As for Azriel and Cassian, she was not entirely sure if they read much, other than dull strategy books, of which there were few in the bookshop. They did try to encourage pleasure reading there, after all. But the bookshop had allowed her to use credits toward the confectioneries they sold in the little reading lounge in the front of the store. She had noticed from their meals together in the House of Wind that Azriel had a hearty love for dessert, and if Cassian had less of a sweet tooth, well, maybe he'd be eager to eat a few off her bare skin when she returned. She had asked the bookseller to wrap each item for her, and Nesta had painstakingly written everyone's name on their gift with the beautiful calligraphy her mother had drilled into her so long ago.

Nesta debated leaving the gifts on the porch as if to say, I'm a coward and also didn't have any money to buy Solstice gifts until you gave me shop credit. But then she remembered how lovely it had been to spend time with the court yesterday, and how it had made her a bit nostalgic for the holidays she and her sisters had shared in their human childhood. She expected that Mor and Amren might have slept in after the late night, and that the bat boys would likely still be at the mountain cabin, depending on how quickly the snowball fight had been won. But she at least hoped to see Feyre and Elain.

So Nesta knocked, and waited. No answer. The servants would have the day off since the Inner Circle liked to recover quietly from all the Solstice partying, so she tested the knob. Although Nesta expected it to be locked and enchanted, it turned easily, perhaps having been spelled to allow family members in as they wished. She found an empty living room. Thinking to perhaps find Elain in the garden, where she still liked to sit even in winter with little tending to do, Nesta began to head toward the back door.

But the sound of voices behind an imposing, closed door stopped her. It sounded like everyone was in there, all arguing and talking at once.

Nesta knew the door. It was Rhysand's office, which often was used as a formal, private meeting room. Not so private that she couldn't hear from right outside the door, however. Rhysand apparently hadn't thought to seal the room, with no servants in the house, and the House being enchanted against unwelcome guests.

She might have been added to the list of welcome guests, but Nesta was sure they hadn't expected her.

Imagining her presence would be an unwelcome interruption, she almost decided to take the cowardly route of leaving the presents at the door, so she could scurry back to the bookshop to pick up a book for herself and enjoy the reading lounge before making the climb back up the stairs. But a word caught her attention. Her name.

"Nesta's debts—" came from Amren's voice.

"—her choice—!" Definitely Mor.

"—not having this conversation!" Cassian's impassioned voice roared above the others.

Then, silence, and a rush of air from the small space between the parquet floor and the door. Feyre must have taken the air out of the room to quiet everyone for a moment, so her mate could regain control.

Nesta moved closer to the door as a gaping black hole formed in her chest.

Rhysand's voice came on a thin strand of air through the keyhole where Nesta now pressed her ear. Even with her Fae hearing, the door and walls were thick and well-built, and she did not want to miss another word. Rhysand's was no longer the voice of a male arguing with his family, but the pompous voice of a High Lord speaking with absolute power.

"We will put it to vote."

Calm silence was the only response from all in the room.

"I would hear first from my High Lady," Rhysand continued.

"I-I can't. It's not right. We can't keep voting on the lives of those who aren't present. Rhysand, I forgave you, I forgave all of you for voting on me, but Nesta...she'll never forgive us. It should be her choice." The distress in Feyre's voice was evident, even muffled through the door.

"Is it your choice to abstain from the vote, then?" Rhysand asked gently, but with a distant coolness to his voice that indicated the vote would continue, with or without Feyre.

"No." Feyre's voice was ragged with emotion. "I vote that it should be Nesta's choice."

Mor was quick to say, "I vote absolutely not. We can't even tell her. I won't let you do to her what was done to me."

"No one is going to slice her up and nail a note to her belly," Amren said. The words would have been cruel from almost anyone else, but it was Amren's usual blunt tone. "Eris is our ally. Besides, it's my vote next. Wait your turn, Morrigan."

"We will proceed with order, lest we all end up yelling again. Amren," Rhysand said encouragingly.

"Yes. Nesta should go. The bride price, gold or favors, will pay off her debts, and we will cement Eris's alliance. No one is forcing her to actually marry him—she'll have plenty of chances before the final ceremony to back out for any number of reasons, and in the meantime, she can provide the Night Court with insight into Beron and Eris's dealings, and Keir as their close ally as well. It's not like Eris has exactly given us much on either of them, and if Beron or Keir contacts Koschei..."

"You are suggesting that we send Nesta to spy." Azriel's low voice was careful and steady.

"Frame it as a test of whether we can trust her as part of the Inner Circle," Amren replied. "But yes. You would train her until she leaves, a few weeks perhaps, and check in on her regularly. It will cause less distress for Azriel to be our liaison than Cassian, of course. Less territorial male preening, at least."

A pause while everyone mulled this over, though a growl escaped from Cassian. Nesta's heart was pounding as the realization that they were voting to sell her off in marriage sunk in. Rage flowed from a widening pit in her chest to heat every part of her body.

"This is an intriguing play," Rhysand finally said. "Morrigan, your vote?"

Nesta had never heard so much emotion in Mor's voice. Mor was nearly shrill as she said, "No, no, again no. If not no, then give her a choice for Cauldron's sake, but don't let her make the wrong one where she could land in Beron or Keir's claws. You say no one is going to hurt her, but what is stopping Beron or Keir from getting to her if she is found out?"

"Nesta herself," Elain said quietly, with a small, rueful laugh. "She has more power than any of us, truly. And didn't Eris ensure your freedom, in his own way? He is a powerful ally, and the risk seems worth strengthening that alliance, or at least gathering information on Beron and Keir's dealings. I say yes."

Nesta was sure that Elain was out of order, but no one corrected her. The silver flames began to press at Nesta's internal walls at Elain's betrayal, but Nesta tried to count her breaths in the practice of Mind-Stilling to calm herself, lest she burn the entire house away to nothing.

Rhysand said, "That's two votes for yes, one vote for no, and one vote for leaving it to Nesta. Azriel?"

"It should be Nesta's choice," Azriel said slowly. "Having eyes and ears on the greatest dangers from Autumn and Nightmares would be a great boon, I cannot lie. But for it to work, Nesta has to want it. And I will not condone further forcing her into anything. Moving her to the House of Wind has been good for her, yes, but I am not sure we were right for leaving her no choice between that and certain death."

"And I vote no," Cassian finally gasped with fury. "We are not discussing this. She is mine. I will not again be in comp—"

Cassian cut himself off before he could say more, but Nesta could feel the unfinished thought caught in Cassian's throat. I will not again be in competition with Eris. As if she were the consolation prize for neither of them winning Mor over five hundred years ago.

And that phrase. She is mine. It had been one thing to say it in private, when it was the passionate words of foreplay, but to say it behind her back as if he owned her...that was unforgivable.

She would suffer no male to control her.

Nesta stood on the precipice of that black hole in her chest, filling with silver flames that threatened to swallow her and everything in a mile radius whole. She wanted to shatter, but she did not yet allow herself to surrender to the gaping pit.

"Rhys," Feyre pleaded, her husband's vote now the arbiter of a three-way tie between a choice, a forced betrothal, and yet another secret kept from Nesta, who had asked nothing of most of them except for the freedom to live her own life after twenty-five years of having no choices. Anything but her own choice threatened to break Nesta forever.

Nesta did not wait to hear the vote of the High Lord.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40460172/chapters/101360355

[philhoffman]

Tonight's Monday Philm is actually a miniseries: Liberty! The American Revolution, first broadcast in 1997. Or, I Watched Six Hours Of This PBS Documentary All At Once So You Don't Have To!

It really wasn't that bad—I'm actually a historian specializing in 19th-20th century U.S. by training 🤓 so while the Revolution is a little earlier than my area of study, I've always had a soft spot for it. Just watching this made me a little nostalgic. I've seen parts of this series before (probably in middle school tbh) and of course I've watched PSH's few bits, but this was my first time watching the whole thing.

Overall pretty good! A little dated, as quarter-century old documentaries are expected to be, and the focus was a little narrower than I might've hoped for from a six-hour series, but it was well-made. SO many actors are in this. Like, I knew several to expect (like Stephen Lang, another favorite actor of mine, voicing Washington), but then Austin Pendleton and Jane Adams and Isiah Whitlock Jr. and Philip Bosco showed up!

I'm curious about how Phil got involved with this project. Released in late 1997, about a month after Boogie Nights, so filmed before his public "breakthrough" in that film. I wonder if this was another role he did, partly like Twister (and around the same time), to afford to move back to NYC lol? Not that it would just be about money—seeing Austin Pendleton pop up made me think he might've gotten Phil involved. And the project is neat, it's history, something Phil probably would've been interested in on his own. We may never know!

PSH is portraying Joseph Plumb Martin, an actual American soldier who kept a diary throughout his wartime service. While doing some research for this post I learned Martin was 16 (!!!) when he joined the militia, so Phil in that first still is supposed to be a teenager lmao. Makes much more sense when you realize Martin was in his mid-20s by the end of the war (the last still) and much closer to Phil's actual age. And like, it's a PBS documentary—they're not blowing the budget on costumes for characters with maybe 2 minutes of screen time—but they still do a pretty good job showing how he became a man over the course of the war.

Martin also kinda has the most character development over the course of the series? He's the primary (maybe only?) American soldier depicted and so carries the burden of portraying the entire demographic's wartime experiences. A little cheesy at times but Phil's sincerity is impressive—his willingness to throw himself into any role without self-consciousness—and I can't lie some of those line readings gave me chills ! Nearly all of the actors do a great job bringing the real diary entries and letters etc. to life—so brash, so funny, so honest and afraid and hopeful.

This series brings up many innate and complicated feelings about my country! Too numerous to dive into here, since this is already a remarkable long review compared to how long Phil is actually in it.

But Phil loved a good July 4th bash so tomorrow, if applicable, make some of his cookie dough s'mores and go see fireworks or maybe just watch him be miserable and freezing at Valley Forge in this series! 🇺🇸

[anosci]

(61-75 albums etc that I’ve listened to this year, copied from twitter) (now with art. [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6])

names and thoughts below cut

61/ PROGedia - Diõscuri (2023) holy shit what is this. prog hip hop? 6???? insane bangers out the gate why is this from R&S? feels like brainfeeder 💯 massive.

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62/ Sampling Masters - Never Float (2001) this sounds a bit ahead of its time. its not just me right? does this sound like 2001 to you? 2005 maybe… this is a good thing btw

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63/ VA - D3: Diverse Style from "B" 3rd style Normal (2001) this feels a little dated and amateurish (affectionate) it's a complete mixed bag in style and quality but an all around lovely time. "R4" maybe fav song? there's a lot of good here…

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64/ VA - D3: Diverse Style from "B" 3rd style Versus (2001) kinda the same story as the "normal" version. maybe a bit weaker overall. the last two tracks are a really strong closer

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65/ Autechre - AE_LIVE (2016) weird case im not rly including this thoroughly but i found fanmade CUEs and titles for the AE_LIVE releases. so obv i gotta split and organize them. relisten a bit… not to all of it. its cool to have "names" to my favs! (drunk), ceramic, c7b2 slip…

also my least favorite: (rave) get EQ'd gdi

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66/ Autechre - AE_LIVE 2016/2018 (2020) weird case #2. turns out the newer sets are dif material. fewer beats. it is. RLY GOOD. again with the CUEs and fan IDs, some fav tracks: (flash) holty shit reflected ;_; (cyclone) (2016 ver)!!!!!! "(cosmos) - flute" i could swim in this

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67/ Herbie Hancock - Future 2 Future (2001) i still have Herbie Hancock associated with like. the old jazz greats. a constellation fixed in the sky. so its wild to me to hear his explorations afterward. smokey jazzy sound sprinkled over breaks and even some bleepy styles. chill.

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68/ VA - D4: Diverse Style from "B" 4th style (2001) wild variation. putting the diverse in Diverse Style i suppose. im just gonna list some standouts: "Funky Modelling [ATM Remix]" hypnotic! "WOW WOW 220" jf adventure! "manmachine plays jazz [ex.MIX]" classic beat!

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69/ Initial Y - Dance X 2002 (2001) oh, cheese. i probably shouldve seen that coming based on the artist name. overall not a fan, but also… lol track 6. "Last Regrets -Winter Night Mix-" and (especially) the hidden track are the only ones that truly vibe with me

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70/ VA - side-c (2001) yeah its another wild ride of genres. im having a good time! standouts: "Believe～Flirtation" sexy garage! "RG14" fun!!! "terrolist_egoist" hits a nostalgic spot "ヒッポカンパス" l u s h, ahead of its time even "雲海に棲む鳥" grasslands rpg vibes!

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71/ Casiopea - Main Gate (2001) no words just jams

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72/ Holly Waxwing - The New Pastoral (2023) beautiful and elegant. i feel like i need to study this to learn restraint and intent in design.

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73/ 4 Hero - Creating Patterns (2001) (i have decided to be extra harsh on dnb albums.) …oh the dnb is stripped back. a sexy jazz fills the space. im still picky about vocals but some of them feel right to me. not quite Groove Aramda but ya. "Eight" is my fav here i think lol

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74/ VA - Metalheadz Platinum Breakz 03 (2001) (i have decided to be extra harsh on dnb albums.) VA here means Various Alignments with my taste. im far more into the jungle jazzish portions than the darkstep(?). overall: ok. (this is me being harsh)

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75/ The Railway Raver - You'll Never Get Anywhere By Spending All Day Playing Around With That Bloody Drum Machine (2001) i love railay raver's ear for sound design. id say "gentle synth feel" but this deviates from that a bit. acid tho.

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[annegirl13]

Harry Potter Reread Reviews (Part 1)

Note: Given her recent actions, I have decided that I am not giving J. K. Rowling any more of my money. However, I bought these books years ago, before she revealed her true self, and they are comfort reads for me. One of my reading goals was not to reread all the same books, but sometimes I just need an easy listen. I’m going to put the reviews under a cut, because I can’t help blathering about them. The short version is:

Sorcerer’s Stone: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Chamber of Secrets: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Prisoner of Azkaban: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I’ve listened to the first three so far. These were the ones that had come out already when my dad gave me the first book to read. I think the third one had just come out.

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s (Philosopher’s) Stone — ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

A lot of my feelings for this book are nostalgic. It is a very good first novel I think, but mainly why I love it is the memories that it brings back to me. My dad heard about this book when it was just coming out just getting popular and he also heard all the Christian uproar about “this is about which is this is about magic this is evil. This will send your children to hell don’t let them read it.” Naturally, being a person with an actual brain, my father read the book. Then he handed it to me and said, “Anne, I think you’ll really enjoy this book.”

Enjoy was an understatement. fifth grade Anne devoured this book. in the space of one night, I read all the way up to almost the climax. I remember that I read all the way to almost the climax, because my father – – and his infinite wisdom – – came into my room at 11 o’clock at night and took the book away again. He told me I could finish it in the morning. I have still never quite forgiven him for that. 😉

I think this book is a great starter book for the series and a great debut novel. Because I no longer give the author my money, the only copies of this series I will have in any future classroom will be secondhand ones that I picked up from the thrift store. Because I don’t agree with this author’s actions, I will not be actively recommending them to students, but I’m not about to discourage any of them from reading what is a really good book.

My dad didn’t tell me not to read them, and I go with his philosophy. If you tell a child not to read a book, they’re going to read it to see what all the fuss is about. Better to tell them what he told me about the golden compass series by Philip Pullman. “This author has views that I don’t agree with, and you might find things in this book that make you uncomfortable, but if you want to read it, go ahead and read it.”

(As an aside, I did read the first in that series and liked it OK, but I got really confused in the second book and didn’t ever finish. I’m pretty sure my dad was talking about the author’s views on God in that case.)

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets—⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I honestly don’t remember a whole lot about reading this one for the first time. That’s probably because I’m pretty sure I picked it up from the library read it in one long session and then proceeded to hunt down the third book like my life depended on it.

Rereading it now, for the 47000th time, I find that it is not my favorite. I still gave it four stars, but I would rank it below the first book. I like the overall story, I thought it was clever, but Gilderoy Lockhart still makes me want to punch him in the face. I suppose that’s a strength of the author, making characters you want to punch in the face. It’s too bad that I also want to punch her in the face now. 🤷‍♀️

Anyways. Book two, decent. I only really return to it because it is the second in the series.

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban — ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This one is still my favorite. It is the only one of the potter books that I give five stars, and not all of those are nostalgia based this time. I think this book sets up a really really good mystery, and set up an interesting way to solve that mystery and kind of a twist ending.

(On another note, I noticed that the American covers that I grew up with, which I have used as the pictures here, give away spoilers! Especially book 2 and book 3 here. If you read the books, take a look at the cover and tell me that you don’t think it’s super spoilers.)

I love the character development we see for our main trio. I love Professor Lupin. He is probably my favorite part of the book. I think he’s a great teacher. I love the way he helped Neville, who is my favorite character of all the books. I also have to credit this book for sparking my fanfiction debut. Not right as this book came out, but a few years later, I was writing my first Harry Potter fanfiction about Harry’s parents and their friends at Hogwarts.

I do kind of feel that this book is a turning point between the fun adventures of the first two books, and the slightly darker adventures of the rest of the series. This is the one where things start to get serious (or Sirius? 😉)

📕📗📘📙 📕📗📘📙 📕📗📘📙

I’m currently listening to the fourth book. I’ll update after I finish that one and the fifth one. I kind of lump those two together. (Shouldn’t do that if you have the hard copies. You’ll hurt yourself. 😉)

[mermain123]

Tokyo Mew Mew New episode 2

i loved it

the first episode was great

this one was better

so we still don’t know how mint got involved with ryou and keiichiro. i thought we’d learn this episode but i guess not. they’re saving that for later. very curious what that’s about. but now minto is back to being herself XD. unhelpful as ever at the cafe. her transformation was cool

cute way for masha to get his name.

okay so i a small but really cute detail i noticed about the op. they say something like “it’s showtime again”! a call back to My Sweetheart! niiiice!! (annnd now that’ll be stuck in my head) the op itself seems cute but call me bias and nostalgic....i still currently prefer My sweetheart....

and once more i’m liking how they are developing ichigo and masaya. he seems to really like her so far

also interesting how they all seem to know who the mew mews are ahead of time. in both the original and the manga it was a “where’s waldo” kind of thing

also HI KISH! Hope the anime treats you like the creep you are! (why does he have so many fans again?)

now onto the real meat of this episode

LETTUCE! SWEETIE! YOU DESERVE ONLY GOOD THINGS IN THE WORLD!!

the scarie thing was how normalized she was to the way she’s treated. “they just take their frustrations out on me.” like....that’s not something you should ever excuse.

and then when she activated her powers she’s claearly just so scared and out of control. she’s overhelmed. she’s doing something simmiar to those girls who were her “friends” but here it’s clearly a lack of control and no one was supposed to even be there (she goes to a school pool at night long afte everything would be closed. i doubt anyone else was supposed to be around)

and then ichigo was a real champ! she saw how this girl was treated and said “that’s not right. I'm gonna be her friend and show her how it’s really done”

and she just reached out! so glad the anime didn’t do the fake attack trick thing again. this felt so much nicer.

also sweet how nervous she was at her new job and how supportive the customers were! 

“HELLO! MAY I TAKE YOUR ORDER!?”

“it’s your first day isn’t it?”

“y-yes...”

“you’ll do great!”

growing up pudding was always my fav mew mew ut this epiode made it clear lettuce is now at least number 2. we’ll have to see how pudding’s debut goes next week. (yaaaay!! she’s already almost here!!”

overall i liked this a lot!! and i think ichigo’s voice is growing on me. there were maybe 1 or two times that she took me out but overall i’m still liking it more then last week!

can’t wait for next week! please make sure the focus is on pudding and not JUST kish though! because the title and quick preview seemed to emphasize him more then her :(

[july13th2004]

10th Anniversary Celebration Day 5: Favorite Fanfics (Just a few of them...)

So, for the fifth day of this blog celebration week, I’m going to post a little about some of my favorite fanfics, featuring a couple of writers who have either inspired me or had an influence on my own writing. The first three were written in 2007 and 2008, while the last two were written in November 2019 and at the end of last year, respectively.

I can’t exactly remember when I started reading fanfiction, but it was probably after I started looking at the official Tales series forums that unfortunately shut down at the end of 2013, so I suppose I would say it was around 2006 or 2007. I’ve read quite a few fics in that span of time, though I will say that after I started this blog I kinda stopped until I started posting my own fics about three years ago. I think I also started to privately write my own fics at around this time (2006 or 2007). I remember having a lot of anxiety about posting my own fanfics to this blog up until about three years ago, and I am so glad I finally decided to do it (though I sort of wish I had done it sooner).

Anyway, all five of these fics are about Kranna, so I guess this is another shipping related post...

On the Coldest Winter Night by Cataclysmic Eclipse

A New Dawn by Cataclysmic Eclipse

Unraveling a Dream by Cataclysmic Eclipse

So, like I mentioned earlier, these three fics are older, and while they are all rated T, they are pretty wholesome and fluffy with a little bit of angst as well. I really love this writer’s style, and their fics really inspired me at around the time I was trying to write my own, so rereading these is always kinda nostalgic for me. I also love that music inspires their writing and fic titles, because the same goes for me as well. I think out of the three my favorite has be ‘On the Coldest Winter Night’, because I’ve been really into AUs where Anna lives in recent months.

Now for the last two fics!

Please be advised that the following two fics are rated Explicit. Both contain graphic smut and the first also contains a bit of vulgar language, so please be aware of that before reading.

Next To Me by ZombiesAreGarbageAtKnitting

Just For You by ZombiesAreGarbageAtKnitting

So I first found out about this writer after they left a really nice comment on my first Explicit rated fic, ‘To Feel Every Inch Of You’, shortly after I posted the first part of that fic. It wasn’t until a few months after that that I decided to read their fics. The first one was actually written for Kranna Week 2019, and I was shocked (in the best way, mind you) at the time I read it that someone actually wrote something spicy for one of the prompts. Overall, I like how bold and daring this writer is in their approach to writing smut, and I think that’s what I like most about these two fics (tbh, mine are kinda tame in comparison).

Anyway, I’ll end this post here, and I do hope some of you will consider reading (or perhaps reread) these fics and leaving kudos or comments on them!

[kinetic-elaboration]

April 19: Coyote Ugly

I did a lot of sleeping today, which I suppose is something I needed. I fell asleep on my couch last night, so that’s like not great is what I’m saying. But I think this was good for me and I hope to feel better tomorrow.

After dinner, I watched Coyote Ugly, which I had never seen before although perhaps I would have been better off seeing it when I was 11, when it first came out. I think it’s the sort of thing that needs to imprint on you early and then its extremely timely look and sound will make you feel nostalgic forever. Not that it takes much to make me nostalgic for the late 90s. That was about half the reason I watched it: I wanted some lighthearted stuff from that era. The other half was that I wanted to see hot women dance on a bar.

Overall, I liked it. It was fine. I think it had too much romance and general drama centered around Violet and too little hot women dancing on the bar. That’s actually a semi-serious critique. Like, Violet’s underdog chasing a creative dream story is fine, very standard, very common in that era of teen/young-adult-centered film, but it’s also just not that complex. I wanted to pretend to be at the bar, I wanted to see more of the other coyotes, I wanted the whole found-family feel around the bar itself. Truly. Those were the best parts. Although it was very obvious that the dancers and the actors were not the same people and the frenetic cutting to separate face shots from body and feet shots was a little dizzying. I liked Lil a lot and I wanted her to be my scary/hot boss/older-sister-figure. And I want to hear more about Tyra Banks in law school.

Also I don’t think she got enough credit for running a successful business as a woman, and for all of the work she and the other women did in like… fighting back men who are always on the edge of assaulting them. Like….girl, you couldn’t make this in 2024, there would be #discourse. Instead, we have the two biggest male roles judging Violet for her job—a job she’s good at, where she’s kept safe by the power of her female boss, and where she pretty obviously isn’t doing anything with which she’s uncomfortable. And neither of them really apologizes for it? Like maybe there is sort of a critique to be had of her choosing the bar over her chance to play live and further the career she actually wants. But she’s fired the same night so there really isn’t any resolution to that idea, any chance for her to actually choose priorities. I suppose it comes belatedly in her choice not to return to the bar—but that’s an easier thing to do than to quit, or to scale back, or to recalibrate her priorities on her own. Neither she nor Kevin really apologizes or resolves anything. Both Kevin and Violet’s dad are at the bar at the end, so I guess they basically got over it. But that works with the dad more in my opinion, because he really got into it, he saw just how ultimately it was harmless fun, and that was rather heartwarming. Kevin just kind of… sails along as “the boyfriend” and tbh I feel like he’d pulled out the sexist critiques in a moment if given the least provocation.

I think the implication was that he was an undocumented immigrant and I was sort of curious why they walked right up to that but never actually said it. I don’t know. Even though the romance was probably fully 40% of the film, it still felt very obligatory and paint by numbers to me. The men in these films are never worth shit.

But I did get my 90s aesthetic for sure. Random actors I fully did not expect to see showing up (Melanie Lynskey’s Jersey accent… I’m glad she chose a different American voice for Yellowjackets because can you imagine). The fashion. The color scheme. The music. The music! That list of bands appearing at the Bowery alone SENT me. Vertical Horizon. Edwin McCain. Suicide Machines. I need my 90s playlist immediately.

[luchicm04]

lost in the forest - part 6

Masterlist

Summary: While she can't do nothing but feel desperation, discussions take place outdoors.

Pairing: Senju Tobirama/Original Female Character

Tag: #lost in the forest fic

posted on ao3

Word Count: 2.7k

No A/N this time guys, sorry ;)

Overall warnings: canon-typical violence, adult content, time skips, angst, kidnapping

Karen does not count the days that have passed. She becomes obsessed with the idea of leaving as the loneliness and ignorance of her captors lengthens away from the drama that is experienced at the midpoint of this family. She carefully observes the fixations of her own guard who is so different from the previous one. 

She sees that they look at her with doubt, with envy and even hatred when they think she isn’t paying attention to them. 

They underestimate her. 

Are they perhaps military or something? She doesn’t know and that’s when she realizes exactly how ignorant she is of the job of her captors. Since when did she become so comfortable in not investigating or getting out of this place? So she can’t help but look through the dark room with some apprehension. 

She was foolish when her initial plan was diverted by the distraction of teaching her language with the aim of learning more from these people, leaving shortly and finding out how she got to this place. She gulps thickly at her own musings. Yes, she is to blame for being at this place without any progress due to her lack of intention to research more about where she is. 

She is afraid of what might jump out at her. 

Being told that this is not her home... nor her world. 

A hysterical laugh is drawn in the solitude of that room. The silence is normal with some noises of distracted animals oblivious to her problems. She sighs and looks at the door she has not crossed in a long time, not since that man gave her those warnings. 

Since he changed her guards. 

Just coming out to take her regular baths, she feels like she’s someone’s pet, just locked up waiting to be fed, dressed and bather. 

She gets up doubtful. Her light clothing is the least important thing when today she feels something in her chest is about to come out. Sleep will not come soon because of the doubts that arise in her head, the theories of why her supposed students no longer appear around her... 

Her situation. 

Karen is foolish, stubborn and proud... but she is not stupid to provoke something with the atmosphere so tense, strange and nostalgic. 

Still like a funeral. 

She walks like the first night she went out, alone. Not a soul passes through the corridors as always, so she temps her destiny to risk angering the person who has captured her. The forest dances with the soft breeze that gives her fresh air as it filters through her rustic yukata. 

The fabric no longer itches... she got used to it along with so many things. 

She lost count of the days. 

“You should not be here,” a soft thick voice with a foreign tone draws her attention. Frightened, she turns with her heart racing in her chest to see how those pair of eyes smile at her... She hadn’t seen him in a while, but Hashirama never looked as sad as that night. 

“Uh... sorry,” the girl nods with a strange atmosphere. “How are you?”, she clumsily adds not knowing what to say to break that silence. This man can be rudely cheerful but usually he is the one who tries to talk to her in his strange gesture. 

To practice her language. 

She still envies them for talking a little more... she didn’t learn that fast. 

“...” Hashirama doesn’t say anything. He turns to look at the forest. “You must not cross the forest,” he reminds. 

“I was not going to cross it.” 

“Going?” 

“From the verb to go...” She sighs because explaining the meaning of certain words is tiring at this time of the night. Even she struggles to remember the grammatical rules, especially when they are conjugations in tenses. 

“Oh...” Hashirama looked less sad. “Tobirama... speak better.” 

“Yeah... you too.” 

“I know...” The man is a natural. “Better go inside.” Although sometimes he forgets to conjugate so that the words are heard less strangely. Karen doesn’t ignore it, but sighs as she doesn’t feel like correcting what was wrongly said right now, continuing back to the room. 

“Something happened, right?” The woman can be cautious. However, she is human and has doubts about her surroundings. “Tobirama was not good.” Knowing that she is still slow to understand some things, she does not explain in detail what she felt that night. “You have not come and Mikami hasn’t either.” 

“Complicated.” He doesn’t say anything else as they walk in silence between the corridors. 

“Mmmm...”, she blinks because she sees that Tobirama is not the only one who is brief giving explanations. She assumes that by being kind it would be easier to get information, but she failed. Karen sees the caution, the natural distrust of everyone around her reflected in her happy student. 

But it is more subtle compared to the others. 

She feels disappointed in a way. 

“Good night,” says the man so as to not say anything else and closes the door, leaving her alone in the room. The papers are already better arranged. The shadows are peculiar but Karen simply leaves this be because there is no point in worrying about things that are not in her hands, much less by people who are not her friends. 

She is stupid to expect something positive from all this. 

She is still kidnapped, locked up without any kind of thing. She snorts because apparently it will not be enough for them to learn her language. She will also have to learn theirs so she can have access to information. 

She looks at the walls, throws away several of the scrolls and lies down when she’s done. 

She’s angry... furious at her stupidity. 

She was soft... too much for her taste. 

──

It is just a week after her meeting with that man when she notices a change in the atmosphere. She has been locked up learning the basics of the language, still unsuccessful. She snorts indignantly at her fruitless attempt, remembering basics of Japanese that simply confuse her more. 

It is similar... however, it’s not the same. 

So she has been sleeping late and gets scared when she sees Tobirama standing at the foot of her rustic bed. “Be learning,” without conjugation and with a rough tone, he gives her a severe look typical of those red pupils. 

She groans... she doesn’t like to be woken up. 

“Good morning... to you too,” she huffs with no intention of getting up. She sits down with her hair disheveled and her yukata creased. She doesn’t say anything when the man doesn’t either so she raises an eyebrow. 

“Learn.” 

“Now you want to learn?” 

“Not me.” 

“Huh?”, Karen frowns. She looks at the papers the man is pointing at with absolute doubt. “I want to learn,” she confirms without any guilt, not feeling that it is a secret that will cause problems, right? 

“You must not.” 

“Why?” 

“I learn.” 

“Yes, but you don’t tell me anything.” 

“Mmmm...” Tobirama says nothing, taking her own scrolls without any explanation. 

“Hey!” She doesn’t bother to put on anything else and runs off after the man who has easily disappeared before her eyes which causes her indignation, so she continues searching for him around the place. 

“[…?]” Her usual guard looks at her strangely. 

“Tobirama?”, she asks keeping her annoyance at bay and sighs. She is tempting the scorpion if she continues down that path, but she is more driven by the irritation of this man than the fact that she had not actually advanced that much in learning. 

“[...]” The foreigner says something. She never answers but she looks happy for some reason. She shrugs and walks away, leaving her alone and disappearing as they do regularly. 

Almost like ninjas. 

She growls annoyed at being ignored, walking around the hallways in an eagerness to find her little research. It is necessary if she wants to leave to find out how to get back home... more so if at this point there is nothing special making her want to stay, it’s not like she wants to... she is trapped. 

But Karen doesn’t expect help from these people. 

She was innocent about it. 

She keeps walking around and eventually gets tired. Her bare feet don’t help much as she continues the course. It doesn’t surprise her that her two pupils didn’t appear that day, nor the scrolls, and snorts. She gets upset but doesn’t say anything. 

She hates it when her things constantly disappear... Is it because they don’t want to teach her? She grunts and just keeps rambling for the next few days. The atmosphere is still the same. She’s locked up again. She tried to get out of the forest but she just can’t as she falls unconscious a couple of times. 

What do they expect of her? 

──

Tobirama is firm. He is known for being the most serious of the Senju brothers whose ideas have never been dismissed despite the years. Looking at the stolen scrolls, the woman has strange bases of some type of similar language she has been working on these nights. 

Could it be that she speaks more than one? He snorts... Maybe they haven’t let him do experiments in favor of cultural growth through the use of a foreign language in war, preparing him to implement keys that would save the lives of his clan... This, however, is beyond silly. 

He is curious. His experimental side fantasizes about discovering why she does not have a chakra system but the other, the scholar side, urges him to have more of her cultural learning that he believes he can get more out of... “Mmm,” as always, Hashirama found him in his work area. 

“Has the meeting already ended?” 

“Yes,” the older man answers calmly and tired from hard days after that battle. “They aren’t happy about the casualties.” 

“No one would be,” Tobirama sighs, leaving the study of the external language. “You know it is not your fault.” He may be the coldest, but he is still weak to his brother’s concern... he doesn’t like to see him so overwhelmed, almost like the days when their father forced them to murder clan children before his eyes. 

“But... I’m not a leader like Oto-sama.” 

“You are not Oto-sama,” the bitter shinobi sighs. 

“I know I’m not... but they think that just because...” Hashirama looks at his hands with indignation and sighs frustrated at the comparison and the weight on his shoulders for his own fame... many times hiding the kind side which he usually has. 

“I know you will find a way to get them on your side.” 

“Yes,” Hashirama laughs lightly. “I’m glad to talk to you.” 

“Mmmm...” Tobirama doesn’t comment anything. “What did they tell you about her?” 

“They want to get rid of her...” 

“I told you,” he focuses better on another point on the table, tensioning both of them equally. “That woman will cause problems.” 

“I won’t let you open her... I thought you had left the topic.” 

“Mmmm...” The youngest doesn’t feel guilty about it. “I found this in her bedroom,” he points to a scroll in his hands. “She may be a civilian, but she wants to learn from us.” 

Hashirama leans down to see. “Is that another language?” 

“I don’t know,” the white-haired man admits clearly. He remembers that the first time they saw her she spoke strangely... as she always does but he never noticed a change in her tone... or did he? 

“...” 

“You don’t want her to learn,” Hashirama focused better. 

“She is a civilian. If she learns, it will be a problem. You know she isn’t from the clan.” 

“Tobirama.” 

“I told you, you are the leader of the clan, you have to think for the clan,” the man bites harshly, leaving behind the comforting side of not seeing him sad. “She is a danger,” he repeats not seeing the use of the woman when he believes he has already taken what he needs. 

Hashirama frowns. “Then that can be fixed... right?” 

“Do not even think about it.” Tobirama doesn’t understand why he has such attachment to a foreigner of all things, like when he was stubborn with that Uchiha whom he stopped talking to a long time ago. He looks at him and massages the bridge of his nose seeing the strange intention. 

“But Tobi...” 

“I do not know why you are so interested.” 

“She’s just a civilian,” Hashirama stands up to his full height. “And it would be better if you keeo this between us. Leave her alone for now.” 

“Hashirama.” Both wills are strong, the atmosphere is tense. “I have fought with you enough for this nonsense... Do what you want but as soon as I see that there is danger I assure you... I will prioritize the clan.” The clan leader simply pursed his lips. “And you are not stupid enough to know that it is not advisable to get involved in the clan... someone who has an absence of the chakra system will only cause problems and you know it, right?” Tobirama doesn’t want to experience what kind of situations could come out of their clan’s affairs with the girl. That’s the main reason why the two of them are the only men who look at her. 

He notices it and although he sees that there is no malice in the girl regarding certain actions, he cannot tempt someone else without them falling into something complicated. 

Hashirama doesn’t say anything, taking his leave and leaving him alone with the notes he had. The man simply curses his brother’s strange habit of collecting complicated pets while looking better at the matrices and the gibberish, almost similar in some way. 

He had better things to deal with. 

──

Hashirama can notice his frustration from a safe distance hidden among the trees. He has remained under contact considering his delicate position before the council of elders who pressure him to be obedient just as his father was. 

They forget that the current leader is... a monster in all its extension. 

His fame precedes him. 

“Hashirama-sama?” It was Touka, a firm woman who has been in charge of treating the girl. “Can we kill her?” 

“Touka,” he warns at the kunoichi’s almost innocent option. 

“You know she isn’t up to snuff.” 

“Touka,” he doesn’t growl but his attitude is harsh for someone who was his childhood friend, one of the fiew that his father allowed him to play with just because she was his cousin. 

Daughter of Butsuma’s sister. 

“I apologize,” she obediently crouches down. 

“How is she?” 

“She doesn’t ask about you anymore,” is the only thing the kunoichi says, still staying among the trees of that dense forest. The wind is soft when she sees her entering the house again. “...I don’t know why she doesn’t try to escape.” 

“...” Hashirama doesn’t say anything. He assumes that Karen realizes the disadvantage in a certain way... She would die as soon as she left his clan’s protected area and not everyone is benevolent. 

“She’s strange, very rude,” says the woman rambling in the same way. “Tobirama-sama ordered that we keep her away from anything from the outside, but I still don’t understand. Why did you take her? Not even my cousin Masashi is so useless and her chakra system is null.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“She is different... she gets tired doing so little.” 

“What did you do? ” 

“I didn’t do anything... ”, she shrugs. 

“Touka.” 

“I’m just curious about the girl. I mean, she looks fragile, she’s stupid and very foolish,” she sighs. “Mikami told me about her.” 

“Mmmm...” Hashirama sighs because he sees the leak of information. “Do not investigate her,” he states because only he and his brother are aware of her null chakra system. 

“Fine.” Touka can be very loyal but a bit intense at times that the leader doesn’t understand. 

“I am serious.” 

“I know,” the woman simply sighs and disappears, leaving for now. He won’t admit it but he is worried about the curiosity of the kunoichis he placed to take care of the foreign woman. Mikami was more discreet in her irritation... Hashirama plans many things, but he is aware of the danger that his brother mentioned. 

More because of her null chakra system. 

But he has a soft heart despite the life he has had... and he has grown fond of that person. 

In a way that is too strange in the eyes of others. 

[alyjojo]

Family Ties 🪢 - November 2022 - Cancer

Overall Energy: The Star rev

This card and King of Cups came flying out of the deck when I first picked them up, I hadn’t even asked anything yet so I put them back, and here they are again as you & your grandparent, which is probably a very strong connection. The Star rev is the feeling of losing all hope, pessimism, possible depression. You don’t feel like you have the support of your family behind you, and don’t have faith that everyone can cooperate with you moving forward, with whatever it is your plans are. It’s important to note that Mom & grandparent don’t seem to be a problem, and maybe you’re just focusing on the frustrating relationships more than the rewarding ones 🙏

Mother: Queen of Wands & 9 Cups

Your mother is a fiery, dominant, confident and sociable person. She probably has many friends and loves to entertain, she’s often the center of attention, is beautiful, and quite charming. She knows how to make an occasion fun, and likes to live life to the fullest doing whatever she pleases. Your spiritual message has The Moon, which is Cancer & Pisces shared energy. Your mother has the same card here, reversed, showing that whatever you’re confused about, any fears or worries you may have, she’s very kind and loving towards you, and tries to be as transparent and honest as possible. Any issues you’re having in the family aren’t with her, on the contrary, you’re probably quite close.

Father: Justice & The World

Dad’s side is intense. There isn’t much detail for me to go into, it’s probably not that important, you know your own story. But, every card here is major arcana, whatever he has gone through in his life, possibly in these family dynamics, are 100% karmic in nature and were supposed to happen exactly how they happened. Hopefully…that’s comforting. Knight of Wands shows him being a fly-by-night kind of exciting & spontaneous person with little follow through and unreliable relationships. The Emperor can show him having grown in many ways since those days, and life has probably kicked him in the arse more than once or twice. Justice shows him coming out ahead of the game in the right way, The World shows the closing of a cycle. Whatever he’s done, he’s realized what he needs to be vs. whatever he was before.

Siblings: 6 Swords & 7 Wands

Your sibling…probably one, or at least there’s only one with issues. It doesn’t seem like it’s between you, it’s between them and your mother. They left whatever drama behind, could have been arguments, they could have felt like they needed to stand their ground or stand up for themselves. They could live a distance away from you, not just 10 minutes or so. Knight of Pentacles rev shows there’s absolutely no movement whatsoever in this connection, it’s at a forever standstill, unless something were to change somehow. That would probably be up to them, not you. You also could be the one that’s defensive simply because they’ve gone away.

Grandparents: King of Cups & The Sun

One grandparent in particular, could be Scorpio with two of their cards here, has a very deep bond with you and makes you very happy. You’re very nostalgic about them and your childhood, they’re someone that loves deeply and they’re very protective over you, or maybe you are their favorite. The relationship between you & them is deeper than most, you two bond on a level that’s unspoken & simply understood. They know you deep down, probably because they recognize themselves in some way 😎

Spiritual Ancestors: Page of Swords, The Moon, Ace of Swords & 6 Wands

Beautiful ending to a beautiful reading. You don’t have much faith, because you’re stuck in Moon energy, which is kinda just your day to day energy vs. most people where it’s just a phase. You internalize all of these fears, worries, and worst case scenario imaginings…what about all the things you don’t know? But the advice here is to simply talk about it. Sibling is clearly not the one, but everyone else here is more than willing to open up and set the records straight with you. No one knows what’s wrong unless you tell them. Ace of Swords with 6 Wands, once you get clarity, you’ll come out victorious. The Sun & Temperance. Everything really is just fine, most of the anxiety is about things that live in your head ❤️

[universalistotalis]

Too Far

Angst!!!

Atsumu Miya x Female Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Loving Atsumu Miya was absolute bliss. You loved every second of his affection, his skin, his warmth, his laugh, and his jokes. That giant bastard may be a crackhead to his friends and family, but with you, his affectionate side just pops out of nowhere. His eyes filled with love when he looks at you. His arms opened so wide to envelope you in an embrace so tight, your feet lift up the floor with ease. His words laced with care and love with a hint of playfulness at the side and they never failed to make your insides scramble everytime.

You shake your head from the daydream that you’ve consistently been having since the start of the relationship.

God, you loved him so much, didn’t you? You gave your whole world to the man of your dreams. You sacrificed time, effort, patience, you name it, just to have one second by his side.

And because of that love, you became an absolute fool.

Who were you kidding, right? THE Great Atsumu Miya will never settle. Who were you to tame that wild beast? How special did you think you were when he had a sea of people under his spell, his command?

Just face it, you’re nothing to him.

And so you did. You left your shared apartment after waiting for him to come home for the nth time. Who knows where he was, who he’s with, what he’s doing. You were done thinking of an imaginary Atsumu who will love you wholeheartedly. That’s just not going to happen.

After many sobs and insecurities flooding in, you were ready to face the world again. Even more ready to face Atsumu. He’s nothing to you now. There were no grudges held in your heart. There were no tears in yours eyes. But more importantly, there was new love formed in your chest and that’s reserved for the most important person in your life. You.

“Damn, y/n!!! What happened to you?!” One of your friends cheered as you met to go to a club on a Friday night. Work was pretty hectic lately and you all agreed to a well- deserved night out.

“No kidding, you’re literally glowing!!!” Another hyped and slapped your ass playfully as you walked through the doors. “Let’s get wasted tonight!!!”

And my god, your whole group did. You all danced to your heart’s content, ordered liquor until your head got rid of all inhibitions, laughed at each other’s faces and jokes… overall, it was a night to remember.

“Y/n?” You heard a voice behind you followed by your right wrist being cased within the hands of another.

You were just on the verge of getting sober so you wonder if the image right in front of your eyes was real or not. He used to stand with his chest puffed out in confidence but now, he looked deflated. Under his eyes were dark circles, proof of him not sleeping well. His usual playful demeanor was gone and the man in front of you now looked so lost, confused… lonely.

“Atsumu?” You squinted, not believing the sight in front of you.

“It really is you.” He slurred and you had a whiff of liquor on his breath. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been doing great, Miya. Thanks.” You smiled, genuinely.

“Where’s my sweet nickname?” He joked. “You look so damn happy celebratin’ with yer friends tonight, huh? That happy to be rid of me, ain’t ya?” He chuckled darkly.

You were taken aback with what he said. What does he have to do with you having a great party?

“Miya, don’t do this right now. I have to go.” You tried to excuse yourself from his intrusion.

“I hate it. I hate it so goddamn much.” He whispered, closing the distance between you two and caged you on the wall behind. “I’ve been a mess since ya left, sweetheart. Seeing you having the time of your life makes me feel so damn angry. Am I that easy to forget?”

“Atsumu, I—“

“Come back to me.” He puffed. “Come back to me and I promise to treat ya right. I’ll do everythin’ ya want, just please… I love you.” His voice faltered at the end as whimpers of his cries followed. Never in your whole life did you think you’d see him break down because of you. But here he is! AND you never thought of hearing those three words with utmost sincerity from his lips. But again, here he is!

A nostalgic smile lifted from your lips and Atsumu stared at it for a while. The alcohol in his system was enough to make himself go haywire but your smile sent him spiraling. He meant what he said. He missed you to death. He needed you back.

“Come back to me, please.” He repeated and leaned his forehead on yours.

“I’m sorry, Miya.” You said as you held his face in your hands. “Thank you for being honest with me. But it’s too late. I’ve moved on from everything and you should too.”

His head violently shook no as more tears spilled from his eyes. He’ll do everything for you except let you go. “I’ll be better. Please, I’ll be better! I’ll try my best to keep ya, baby, that’s how much I love you! I can’t—“

“Then try your best with the next person because it won’t be me, Miya. I hope you understand.” You said while wiping his tears. “That relationship was too toxic for me and I can’t go back.”

“I’m sorry.” He said, voice too slow and too low to even hear but you did. “I’m so sorry.”

“Atsumu! You prick!” Your head whipped to the left at the familiar voice that boomed. Osamu barreled over to where you were but his steps slowed as he saw your figure caged inside Atsumu’s arms.

“Y/n.” He said, as if in a daze.

“Hi Osamu.” You greeted awkwardly since Atsumu’s stare is still hard and focused on your face. The alcohol seemed to have a toll on him and he was beginning to doze off. Either that, or he still did not process what you’ve been saying.

“Stop it, man.” Osamu came behind his twin and caught him by the collar. He turned to you next while carrying a limp Atsumu in his embrace. “I’m sorry for his behavior. He drinks more than he can take. He’s been out of it since… you know… your break up.”

You smiled sadly. “Oh.” Well, what were you supposed to say to that?

“Y/n!!! Come back here!” One of your friends saw you and waved you to the table.

“That’s my cue to go.” You smiled.

“Yeah.” Osamu nodded.

“Osamu, you’re here!” Atsumu woke up from his reverie and comically hugged his brother, surprising the both of you.

“You know what? Y/n was here! I told her I love her but she didn’t believe me! Tell her! Tell her for me! Maybe she’ll believe you! Help me man, I can’t lose her!”

Your chest burned at the sight and at his words. How you longed for him to say those three words in the past. But it’s just too late.

“Stop it, Tsumu.” Osamu whispered, heart aching for his twin. He saw how broken he was these past few months but then it was his fault after all. He shot you an apologetic look. “I’m sorry for this again. Take care, Y/n.”

“Take care too, Osamu.” You smiled. “Take care of him too.”

“I will.” He agreed then proceeded to take Atsumu to their table.

“It hurts, Samu.” Sudden whimpers came out from Atsumu’s mouth after a few steps. “It fucking hurts. I don’t think I can take this.”

“Imagine how she felt, you bastard.” Osamu sighed. “She really was a keeper, wasn’t she?”

Atsumu hummed in agreement. “She was. She still is.”

“Look, she’s gone, Tsumu. You need to move the fuck on and stop tormenting the poor girl! You’ve caused her enough pain.” Atsumu then was dumped harshly on the cushions.

“You don’t know what you have until it’s gone.” The saying rang in Atsumu’s ears, echoing louder and louder as the music in the club intensified throughout the night. It mocked him to the core! He drank himself to oblivion for months now, trying to forget your presence in his life. Visions of you were everywhere! You were in his room tucking him to bed. You were in the kitchen whipping up a random recipe from the internet. You were in his living room, dancing to his playlist even when you heard the songs for the first time. You were in the stands cheering for his every move. You were even on his morning jogs, passing his water bottle to make sure he’s hydrated.

You took care of him in the best way possible and he can’t believe how involved you were with his life. How did he not see that? He didn’t realize that what he bothered himself within the past were temporary things that brought temporary bliss. You were his life, his love. How could he throw something so serious? So permanent?

He watched you from afar, drunk as fuck but visions still sharp as a hawk on your side. You were happily talking to your friends, rewarding them with your gorgeous smile and wonderful laugh. Maybe this was his punishment for ever breaking someone as pure as you.

He may be close to where you were but he can never be too close to be yours again.

Okay wait HAHAHA I love Atsumu but I wanted to write an angsty post about him so here it is! This was inspired by the song “Bedroom” by JJ Lin and Anne- Marie. I just love that song so much, I have it on repeat rn.

ALSO YOU'RE SO WORTH IT AND YOU DESERVE THE BEST! Just reminding y'all in case you forgot. <3 hope you liked this one! <3

[jazzfordshire]

fic writer review!

These are fun, thank you for tagging me @hrwinter!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

36, and every time I see that number I’m surprised

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

867, 451 holy shit

3. How many fandoms have you written for?

Just supercorp! I am a one OTP at a time kind of girl and supercorp is really the first one to make me so feral that I tried to write my own stories

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

it feels like the first time (the fact that this is my most kudos’d is honestly hilarious to me but y’all know what you like I suppose)

there’s a big old moon shining down at night (small town au)

but then, my homework was never quite like this (teachers au)

i know you don’t believe (it’s you I’ve waited for) (vampire au)

i believe, you can get me through the night (70s AU)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

I used to! I thrive on comments as much as any writer, but there came a point where I couldn’t keep up very well and I took a break from it intending on going back after a week or two – and then I blinked and like 4 months had gone by and the unanswered comments were in the hundreds and I was like WELL I CAN’T GO BACK NOW

So I read and re-read every comment I get but I’m trash and can’t answer any until I clear out the backlog which is now impossible. Classic

6. A fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending

NONE, I don’t do angsty endings ever, I can’t even READ angsty endings without going into a weeks long depression spiral

7. Do you write crossovers?

Just these ones!

8. Ever received hate on a fic?

Definitely.

9. Do you write smut?

I used to be pretty convinced that smut was the only thing I COULD write, to be honest. It took a long time to talk myself into trying anything with significant plot that wasn’t a movie AU, and now I feel like I’m an okay plot writer with weirdly honed smut writing skills. Smut is still my favourite thing to write, though – I usually save it until the end to act as motivation to get me to finish the rest of the fic. I don’t get to write the smut until I’ve eaten my vegetables, lmao

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Oh so many times, on Wattpad and on ao3. Frustrating every time it happens.

11. Ever had a fic translated?

Into different languages, yes! I always like when people ask first. I’ve also had fics ‘translated’ based on the Wattpad definition of the word meaning copied verbatim with the names and some context changed ie translated to a new pairing which is not so good

12. Have you ever co-written a fic?

I have not! I’m not sure I would want to tbh, I feel like if I want to write a concept I’ll write it myself and if I don’t I’ll leave it to someone else lmao. I’m more of an independent worker and I had enough of group projects back in university

13. All time fav ship?

supercorp, but swanqueen does pull a pretty close second place.

14. WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Ah jeez I have way too many WIPs lmao and my hopeful heart wants all of them to become fully grown fics one day! So never say never

15. Writing strengths?

Emotion-driven smut, and probably description? The comment I get the most and makes me happy is that my writing flows well/they can picture it like they’re watching a movie so I think that’s probably my strength.

16. Writing weaknesses?

I gloss over things that don’t interest me, which sometimes results in jumping from scene to scene too often. It takes me weeks to write angst because I get too sad. I repeat a lot of turns of phrase, I think, and since I’ve written so much I imagine it’s noticeable if you read a lot of my stuff in a single sitting. And I know I used to use too many adverbs, but that’s something I’ve been working on

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I respect when people can do it well, but I’m too paranoid that I would get the translation horribly wrong to do it myself

18. First fandom you wrote for?

This one! I mean technically I scribbled like 4 paragraphs of waffle for Gelphie in a notebook when I was 14 but it never saw the light of day so I don’t know if it counts? It so thoroughly convinced me that I was bad at writing fiction that I didn’t try again until I was 25 and even now I get crippling imposter syndrome lmao so I like to say supercorp

19. What’s your fav fic you’ve written so far?

This is THE HARDEST QUESTION HOW DARE YOU ASK ME

It depends on the aspect of the fic we’re talking about. 70s AU was my first real step into writing something besides movie AUs and smut oneshots, and even though if I wrote it now it would be double the length I’m still really proud of the overall emotional arc of the fic. Knights Tale AU is based on my all time favourite movie, so it has a special place in my heart. Small town AU is so deeply nostalgic for me being based on my hometown that sometimes I read it for comfort. But weirdly the one I’m the most proud and fond of is even the distance feels so near, my weird Morgana/El crossover fic. I was terrified of the concept because it required prose I wasn’t comfortable with and I was worried the emotional beats I wanted to hit wouldn’t come across, but I wrote it because I have a lot of feelings about those two characters and how deeply happy they could make each other and I’m really proud of myself for actually writing it!

I’m not going to tag anyone because I feel like a lot have been tagged already but feel free to do it if you so choose and consider yourself tagged by me