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drarrelie · 1 year
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Happy Shady-versary!
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Three years ago today, on 30 March 2020, I had the honour to hit the Post button on our very first @sevenshadesofdrarry​ fic. Wrath | I Am Pain, Hear Me Roar!, written by the collab’s initiator Drarrymadhatter, was the perfect opening of our Seven Shades of Sin anthology, and I still get nostalgic goosebumps whenever I hear Believer by Imagine Dragons — the fic’s bombastic (and very fitting) soundtrack.
Three years later, with six anthologies and forty-nine fics on the shelf, the members of this writing group have become some of my closest friends. Merlin, I can’t even begin to imagine what my life would look like without these awesome people in it.
As I’ve told you before, I’ve been stuck in a major writing slump lately — an experience I, unfortunately, seem to be sharing with several of my fellow Shady Ladies atm — and while I wait for my Muse to return, I’ve been exploring another art form to express my Drarry love.
No, traditional art isn’t anything I’ll ever be good enough at to even consider. However, as some of you already know, I do have access to an abundance of plastic bricks and pieces in my home, in all the colours of the rainbow, so I figured I’d try to be creative with them…
The result?
Well, I call it Seven Shapes of Drarry — a tribute to the Seven Shades of Drarry collab. Seven scenes from seven fics written by seven authors as contributions to the collab’s various anthologies through the years.
Each one of these builds is a love letter to the author of the fic that is its inspiration, a dedication to a friend I can’t imagine my life without. Thank you for always being there, through thick and thin, through highs and lows. I love you all so much. 💙
Find the entire series here on AO3
@aedwritesfic​, @bottseveryflavorbeans​, @flickoflostsocks​, @evaeleanor​, @janieohio​, @jessica-doom​ and @ladderofyears​ — can you spot your fics in this lineup?
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dclovesdanny · 14 days
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Dc x Dp prompt
Dead serious prompt 1/4
Damian and Danny are pen pals.
For a school assignment, they had to exchange a minimum of 25 letters with a person from another school. Damian originally thought it was foolish but Pennyworth insisted, and his brothers’ teased him he couldn’t make any friends aside from Jon and Colin (stop the Colin erasure!!!) so now it was a matter of pride.
Danny didn’t like the pen pal plan, but he couldn’t afford to get a bad grade in Lancers class right now. Plus, Jazz was nagging him to make more friends, so kill two birds with one stone.
The two of them made friends fast(Damian was intrigued by talk of inter dimensional beings he could find no other proof of officially aside from some shabbily hidden acts that violated the meta rights act, and he wouldn’t have believed him if it wasn’t for the visit from Fenton’s dog (He wished he could keep him in the manor, but for now he would settle with pampering the dog whenever he visited.) He could admit that Fenton was … intriguing.)
(Danny liked Damian. He was funny, with a sharp sense of sarcasm and a strong love of animals. Cujo adored him. Damien also didn’t ask questions about things he didn’t want to talk about, and he reminded Danny of some ghosts with his talk of violence.)
However, their letters tended to be quite … unorthodox, with Cujo acting acting as a delivery dog. They had avoided sending letters during times when they would be around others, which is why Damian knew it was serious when Cujo came to him at breakfast, carrying a note in his mouth and radiating agitation, three days after their usual letters were exchanged.
Damian ignored the sounds from his family and unfolded the letter. After reading it, he ignored the shouts of his family and climbed onto Cujo’s back. ‘Take me to him.’ He ordered, and Cujo sped off, jumping as a portal opened and they entered. His siblings rushed after him but the portal closed before they could follow.
The letter was lying on the ground with shaky splotchy letters.
GIW went too far. Just got out. Help.
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kirbyofthestars · 18 days
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a fairly detailed kirby oc ask meme
🪐 (Saturn) - What planet are they from? Is it in Gamble Galaxy, Another Dimension, the Mirror World, the New World, or somewhere else? Where do they live now?
🧃 (Juicebox) - What species are they? What’s their biology and physiology like? Do they differ in any way from a ‘typical’ member of their species?
⚔️ (Crossed Swords) - What weapon(s) do they wield or specialize in, if any in particular? Any special properties? Do their weapons have names or epithets? [e.g. MK’s Galaxia, Morpho’s Doomblade]
🪄 (Magic Wand) - Are they capable of wielding magic? Is it a learned skill, or is it innate? What sorts of spells can they cast? Do they possess any magical items or artifacts? [e.g. the Dimensional Mantle]
💫 (Shooting Star) - If they were to wish on a clockwork star, like Galactic Nova or Star Dream, what would they wish for?
🪽 (Wing) - Can they fly, hover, or levitate? Is it through natural means or artificial means? If they have wings, what do they look and feel like?
🥘 (Stew) - Do they have any favourite foods or comfort foods? What are their eating habits like? If absorbed by the Cook ability, what healing item would they summon?
🧋 (Boba Tea) - Come up with a Kirby Café item themed around your OC! It can be a savoury dish, a drink, a dessert, or something else entirely.
☀️ (Sun) - What’s their morning routine like? Do they take a lot of time getting ready in the morning? How do they groom themselves? What are they having for breakfast?
🌙 (Moon) - Is your OC a particularly light or heavy sleeper? Somewhere in-between? Do they take naps?
🍅 (Tomato) - If Kirby absorbed them or their attacks, what Copy Ability [or Abilities] would he get? Alternatively, if they themselves are capable of using the Copy Ability, do they have a favourite?
⚡️ (Lightning Bolt) - Which Power Effects [Blizzard, Bluster, Sizzle, Splash, Zap] would their attacks grant? Do they have any particular weaknesses or resistances, elemental or otherwise?
🎶 (Music Notes) - Do they play any instruments? What kind of leitmotif and/or battle theme would they have? Are there any songs you associate with them?
💌 (Love Letter) - How easy are they to befriend? Are they more of a social butterfly or a lone wolf?
💥 (Collision) - What’s your OC’s combat style like? Do they adhere to any particular code of honour or ethics in a fight, or are they totally unfettered by that sort of thing?
⚙️ (Gear) - Do they have any knowledge of, or connections to, the Ancients? What do they think of them?
⚖️ (Scales) - On the subject of a certain someone’s lengthy rant; is your OC moreso on the side of magic or science? Somewhere in-between? Do they incorporate the two together in some way?
🍨 (Ice Cream) - The Invader Armour undergoes a drastic transformation depending on its pilot. If they were to wield it, what appearance would their mech take on? What abilities would it have?
🪞 (Mirror) - What would their Mirror World counterpart be like? If they are a Mirror World counterpart, what traits of theirs are reflected? Do the two of them get along?
🐛 (Caterpillar) - What are your OC’s greatest fears, and why? How do they act or react when they’re afraid?
💼 (Bag) - Inventory check! What items does your OC typically carry around with them? What do they carry them in?
🔮 (Crystal Ball) - Out of all the treasures in the Great Cave Offensive, Kirby is letting your OC pick one from his stash to keep! Which one do they pick, and why?
♟️ (Pawn) - Does your OC get possessed easily, or do they have the willpower to fight back against any possible attempts? Have they been possessed before?
🕸️ (Spiderweb) - Create a bouquet inspired by your OC! It can be based on their colour palette, flower language and symbolism, whatever they like best, or any combination of the three.
💜 (Purple Heart) - If they were corrupted by the Jamba Heart, which negative traits of theirs would be amplified?
🩷 (Pink Heart) - If they were a Dream Friend, what would their moveset be like? How much HP do they have? Would they be a strong attacker, or would they take on more of a support role?
🦁 (Lion) - If they were an animal — that is, of the Earth / Shiver Star / New World variety — which animal would they be? If they already are an animal, what real-life species or subspecies are they most similar to?
🕰️ (Clock) - What would a Dreamy Gear version of them look like? What sort of accessories would they have? What kind of role do they play?
🛡️ (Shield) - Which Clash role would your OC pick - Sword Hero, Hammer Lord, Beam Mage, or Doctor Healmore?
🦋 (Butterfly) - Does your OC ‘fear the reaper’, so to speak? If they fused with Morpho Knight, what sort of form would they take on?
🍒 (Cherry) - Out of all of the Dream Friends [Kirby included], which ones would they get along with the most? The least?
🥀 (Wilted Rose) - Do they have a Soul form? What would it look and act like? How much control over themselves do they have? Is it still possible to save them, or are they too far gone?
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inawearyworld · 3 months
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free if you truly wish to be: chapter iv
shit goes DOWN. as y'all have probably gathered. bc. yknow. the plot of the movie. but first there's a song yayyyyyyyyy
2023!wonka x oc, this chapter ~2.5k
god, i love musicals.
(edit: realized after posting that i was looking at the wrong page of the screenplay while writing this and therefore royally screwed up the song structure of a world of your own but it’s fiiiiiiine)
once again, thank you mat for that interview taking a typical one-dimensional dahl villain and letting him be a more complex character. also i should probably throw a content warning on this one for depiction of a slightly abusive relationship
but i promise everything's gonna be okay soon-happy new year everyone!!
part three fic masterlist part five
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While going through a time of personal growth involving trying to unravel one’s identity from that of one’s rich and powerful husband, it often happens that there are advantages to said husband being wrapped in worry over a new business rival-and, therefore, spending far more time at the office.
Wren’s favorite advantage at the present moment was that she was the only one to watch the mail come in.
Deep purple stationery was the signal she looked for-and steadily received, then returned with her own emerald letters-every day. The notes included scrawled updates regarding the operation to allow the earnest young chocolatier his day in the sun, anecdotes about the group of launderers that supported it (who she’d snuck out to meet often enough that they now felt like a second family), tales of a mysterious orange man, and exchanges of advice, witticisms, and Shakespeare quotes.
The handwriting was inexperienced, and there were more than a fair share of spelling errors toward the start of their correspondence, but she didn’t care a whit.
We’ve got the shop, Willy had written one day. For now, the task is digging through its decrepit debris and designing its decoration. (The credit for those words goes to Noodle-she says hello.) There are so many possibilities, I barely know where to start.
Start with the “why”, Wren wrote back. That’s what I always do. If there’s a piece I’m struggling to sing and I lose motivation to practice, I go back to the reasons I love the piece, even all the way back to the reasons I love the arts in the first place. Maybe there’s something in there for your shop-what made you want to share your chocolate with the world? (And hello to you too, Noodle!)
My dear Wren, came the reply, you’ve just given me the best of ideas.
He told her then about his mother and the inspiration she provided. Wren would be lying if she’d said a tear hadn’t fallen onto that particular letter.
As for how to keep him safe from the Cartel, police, and every other corrupt authority, Wren did her part by becoming Florence again whenever necessary. She acted less suspicious around her husband, leading him to be less secretive-although the gain in information was miniscule, it was better than nothing.
Felix’s rages would range anywhere from tittering, jealous rants to scheming monologues during which his whole being seemed to take on a lower, darker, more calculating tone. She’d listen carefully to all of these, tactfully calling out anything that might get him to consider he was wrong, but that had little to no effect.
Plan B, then, she’d realized, is all I can do.
So, whenever Felix seemed particularly incensed or just on the verge of coming up with how to destroy his rival, Florence would swoop in with wine and dark lipstick and a low-cut dress. She’d endure being his caged pet songbird, his doll, his perfect plaything, only because she had the growing feeling that things were about to change.
If Willy’s shop becomes successful enough to be completely undeniable, maybe the Cartel will finally acknowledge him as an equal. Maybe I’ll finally be seen as an equal, too. Maybe things will finally be truly fine.
So, night after night, she’d sit on her husband’s lap, twirl his tie, and kiss his neck until he’d forgotten the name of Wonka.
The same could not be said for her.
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Due to just how glamorized she always had to be while in public, it didn’t take much to come up with disguise enough to be able to visit the new shop on its opening day.
With a fluttering sense of hope, Wren approached the fourth building of the Galeries Gourmet, blending in seamlessly with the sea of soon-to-be-wonderstruck passers-by. She cast a few nervous glances to the window of the Fickelgruber office, at which the man stood in his usual stance. There was no chance, though, of his recognizing her trademark ginger flame amongst the crowd; it was safely tucked under a dark, low-brimmed hat.
This could have set her mind at ease, but the fact that he looked even more smug than usual as he surveyed the ground below him made her nervous.
Did they plan something?
She was distracted from this worry by a sudden flash of color at the long-empty shop’s door. Willy Wonka stepped through, looking more himself than she could have ever imagined. He addressed the crowd with a flourish, and she marveled at his ability to combine showmanship with authenticity.
He took a skeptical older man’s arm, leading him to the shop’s entrance, and began to sing.
All at once, the shop transformed before all of their eyes, flooding with color, and the music settled into a sparking pulse that thrilled Wren to the core.
Willy grinned, fully in his element, and the doorway went dark. Gloved hands presented chocolate wonders as their creator sang them into existence. When he lit a match, the store seemed to come alive, and Wren gasped.
If his letter was anything to go by, the sight he had created was an homage to his childhood on his mother’s boat, brought to life in a way nearly too beautiful to be true.
Willy and the other man danced up a bridge of sorts as his song continued, proudly offering his shop as a world for each of his customers to call their own. Overtaken and lifted by the enchanting environment, Wren squealed with the rest of the crowd and ran into the shop, ripping the hat from her head and allowing her auburn curls to tumble freely down.
She threw her head back and laughed aloud. Her lack of makeup, and plain blouse and skirt replacing the usual emerald-colored finery, gave her assurance that she wouldn’t be recognized here; this was the closest thing she’d experienced to liberation in a very long while, and she relished it, along with the sweetly simple soar of Willy’s voice across his song.
When she looked up at him again, he was sitting on the boat that floated on the circling chocolate river, and she noticed he’d already been staring with a sideways grin. As the bassline that came from nowhere launched into a rollicking chromatic vamp, he tipped his hat to her, and she gave an enamored wave.
The second verse passed, and suddenly he’d reached her, extending a hand which she took without a second thought. He helped her onto the boat, then pulled her alarmingly close, but before she could say a thing about it, a cloud of smoke appeared around them.
Wren blinked and realized that she and Willy were now at the base of the massive chocolate tree in the center of the shop.
“How did you-”
But he only smiled and started to dance his way up the tree.
“A world of your own,” he sang, then gestured an invitation straight towards her.
This’ll be easy enough, she thought, nearly bursting with joy.
“A place to escape to,” she continued, running farther up the tree to meet him in the middle. His expression filled with awe upon finally hearing her sing, and they began a whirling back-and-forth.
“A world of your own-”
“-where you can be free!”
“Wherever you go, wherever life takes you…”
“This is your home,” she sang to him, twirling herself into his arms and beaming with pride. He’s found it-he’s created it.
“A world of your own,” they finished. He looked at her for a moment, seeming struck, then kissed her hand and disappeared through the branches of the tree to continue with the song’s bridge. She let out a dazed and happy breath, taking a moment to let her gaze roam the shop from her perch in the chocolate tree.
She didn’t know what would happen next, but she’d be damned if she wouldn’t let herself enjoy this moment.
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What did happen next was…as an understatement, not what any of them had hoped.
She wished she could say it was a complete surprise, and she wished she could have done more to stop it. The candy started having disastrous effects, the customers understandably balked, and it was clearly not Willy’s fault in the least. In a blur, the shop was in ruins, and Wren sat in shock with the little group who’d worked so hard to make it magical.
The candyman himself was devastated; not just by the massive setback, but by the absence of his mother’s spirit. Wren and Noodle sat by his side, but Abacus ushered them up. It broke Wren’s heart to think of leaving him like this-if the truest and most trusting dreamer on Earth can be broken down, where’s the hope for the rest of us?-but she somehow still felt she had to follow the group out.
She felt a hug around her waist and a held-back sob, and looked down to see Noodle clinging onto her. Wren immediately knelt to her level and hugged the girl close, finding it hard now to keep back her own tears.
“Terrible shame what-”
“Florence?”
Slowly, she opened her eyes, her breath dropping to the floor.
Slugworth had spoken first, a smooth and practiced opening to what would have turned into a gloat. The voice that had interrupted him was genuinely shaken and clearly belonging to her husband.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered to Noodle, who nodded. “You can go, you shouldn’t have to see this-”
“Florence,” his voice came again, at a loss. She took a breath, stood up, and faced him with tears in her voice.
“Hi, Felix.”
Silence.
Slugworth looked with growing puzzlement between the woman and the girl, and Felix could only stare at his wife with dawning realization.
“You’ve been working with him,” he said simply, every usual quirk of inflection having vanished.
For a moment, the wash crew surrounded her in an attempt at a shield, and she heaved a breath to keep back a sob-of fear, of gratefulness for these friends that had become family over the past weeks, of everything suddenly crashing down.
“I’ll be okay,” she said quietly to the wash crew and perhaps to myself. “You all should go. Like you were going to. I’m sorry.”
They didn’t move.
She looked at Piper, whose worried hand was on her arm. There was an unspoken vow of protection between the women in that moment, but Wren’s eyes pleaded, so Piper nodded sadly, took Noodle’s hand, and the group left.
Wren was almost afraid to look at Willy, but she did; the boy was staring at the old chocolate bar in his hands, looking as if he could barely process a thing.
The sympathy in her gaze must have been far too obvious, because she suddenly heard footsteps, felt a hard grip on her wrist, and gasped in pain as it was yanked up and backwards.
“Darling,” Felix hissed with a sinister edge, though his voice was breaking, “I don’t know how or why this betrayal-”
“Betrayal?” she finally cried out, breaking free from his grasp as Willy rushed between them. “You lot have just poisoned dozens of innocent people, all for a business rivalry, and I won’t-”
“If you want your family not to starve, you had better lower your voice,” he barked.
Every speck of air seemed to leave the room.
“...My family?”
“I may have been distracted enough for the past weeks to ignore the mail that came in and out of our house, but I had not always been that blind. I thought your compassion to be an incomprehensible gesture, but I let it slide. When I felt like it.”
…They haven’t gotten everything I’ve sent.
They haven’t-
“In fact,” he continued, “it served as what was almost a pleasant reminder of the truth. For your family, for your stupid dream, and for your sweetly dependent soul-you need me.”
“If you knew I was poor, why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because it’s the same way for me!”
This was the peak of what had been a building explosion, and this was the moment in which they both remembered there were other people in the room.
“What?” the four besides him breathed, almost in unison.
“Oh, you heard right,” Felix launched into speech, the characteristic gestures starting to work their way back into him. “I came from nearly nothing, just the same. But I did what I had to do to climb to the top. I cast them all away, left my old life behind completely, and I suppose it was a foolish hope to think my wife would do the same. But she-but you-you are nothing but a guileless, deceitful bleeding heart.”
“I…”
Tears blurred her vision.
“I am…genuinely sorry that you felt you had to hide your past, but that doesn’t excuse trying to make the rest of the world match your insecurity and fit your little chocolate mold. And if that makes me a bleeding heart…I’m proud of the title.”
For a moment, the man looked as if he would allow his wife’s words to affect him.
Then his face, normally so expressive, turned completely cold.
She’d lost him.
She’d never truly had him to lose.
But she looked at Willy, and she thought of the wash crew, and she realized she finally had a truer support system. And if she could try to start over, find some other way to earn money to send to her family without interception, and some other way to reach the dreams that felt so far away at the moment, she knew Felix would be wrong: she didn’t need him.
After a long silence, Slugworth cleared his throat.
“Get her out of here. We have business with Mr. Wonka.”
What?
Her and the younger man’s eyes widened, and they grabbed each other’s hands on instinct, but a small number of policemen came around the corner of the shop door at Slugworth’s order. They clamped hands on her shoulders and dragged her away from Willy as the Cartel stood silently and watched.
“Wait-wait, no, I-”
“Wren-”
She struggled, fought, kicked, but was forced into the backseat of a police car-
“Let me go, you corrupt bastards-”
“Wren-”
“Let me-”
“Just drop her somewhere in town,” Felix said coolly. “Somewhere that isn’t my home.”
“WREN!”
The car door was slammed, and the last thing she saw was the Cartel advancing on a dazed Willy, opening a suitcase of cash.
All she could do was scream, and the scream turned into a cry.
They did indeed drop her somewhere. She burst out of the car the second it had stopped, and the officers drove away without a word.
Sick with worry and trying to regain her breath, she looked around, almost fainting with relief when she saw the laundry building. Piper, having heard the commotion, stood outside, and they looked at each other for a moment before Wren fell sobbing into her arms.
This is not over.
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reallyrallyauthor · 3 months
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hello !! I have a huge hyperfixation on anselm and I would like to ask you to make an NSFW alphabet( at least part of it) with him
будтоas if everything you write about Anselm (and not only about him, of course!) always so wonderful and cool🫶
-🧌🪴
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I’ve never done an Alphabet! This was so fun!!!! Thank you for real!
I did the whole alphabet b/c "partial" isn't really in my vocabulary... and... the wheels fall of this wagon pretty fast- smiles in dirty pervert
Contents: 18+ nsfw, lots of kinks but no blood or knives or mixing of danger and sex, several are fem!reader, not all Birdie-related, one tw: yandere for letter ‘W,’ but nothing descriptive
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Ass- I want to bite it (actually, this applies to all the fictional men)
Body- Anselm is not self conscious at all. If he’s meeting someone on the field of intimidation and he thinks showing up buck-ass naked would help, he’d just do that.
Cum- Very into the visual of watching it drip out of, off of, down parts of your body. If he wants to go two or three rounds, this is how he gets hard again. Playing with his cum on your skin.
Dirty Secret- Doesn’t feel a biological need to be a father, but loves how it makes him feel to tell you how he’s going to make you pregnant. A little ashamed b/c he doesn’t want to put pressure on you, but the lactation kink is maybe one he’s never gotten timed right to try out w/ a partner. So, there’s that…
Erotic- I will always and forever treasure the completely imaginary collection of modern and historic erotic literature that I think Anselm has. Like, a section for monsters and aliens and tentacles, a section for ancient same-sex stuff, references for knot tying and positions, modern smut, dirty versions of classic stories. 
Favorite- One of his fondest sexual memories- Picture it: New Year’s Eve 2000, the dawn of the new millennium. Anselm, having just moved back to America from university in Europe, goes to a party hosted by a previous fling of his that he’s hoping to rekindle with. And he does, high as a kite, with about eight other guys and gals. It really set the tone for how he spent the first decade of the 21st century.
Hair- This is so out of pocket, but I think Anselm is one of those guys who doesn’t like a completely waxed, smooth down there on his partner. He likes it groomed, but a little more natural.
Genitals- A gigantic anaconda and his two boulder friends.
Honesty- Too honest sometimes. I know you’re mad they made you wait ten minutes for your table at the restaurant, Anselm, but who tells the maître d' that you hope his mother is an animal lover b/c you have a cock like a horse and the sex drive of a gorilla in heat and you hope his mother takes cash because you just found a dollar on the floor, which should cover her fee. Who does that???
Intimacy- This is the one. Of all the nuts-o things I��ve written about this man… intimacy is, for the Anselm and Birdie fics, his strongest trait. It’s natural to him b/c he’s never loved like this, he doesn’t take it for granted, and more importantly, he never questions it. He just lets that connection and closeness guide him. 
Jealousy- Not jealous. He’s just too sure of himself and sure of the love and trust you have. Buuuut if someone tries to be more than friends with you, touches your arm even though you don’t want it, looks at you like… you know how sometimes you can just tell someone’s a fucking creep? That person disappears.
Kinks- Hilarious. Have you met this deviant? Why don’t YOU tell me a kink you think he’d have and then I’ll write a blurb about it.
Love & Money- The only two things he cares about, and can never have enough of.
No-no’s- Literally pains him to say no to you. Gives him a tummy ache. But likes it when you say no to him. No, you can’t come yet. No, you don’t get to touch me yet. No, you can use your hand and I’ll just watch.
Orientation- three-dimensional and multi-faceted
PDA- Likes to sit in booths at restaurants and have you sit on his lap before the food arrives. Sex optional. He just likes to share the menu and cop a feel.
Quickie- If he *has to, but wouldn’t you rather he take his time? It’s all so much more intense if he has the chance to wet every bit of your skin with his tongue first.
Risk- The word ‘risky’ to Anselm is kind of meaningless at this point. Who, in their right mind, would try to stop him from going down on you in a movie theater?
Somno- His favorite way to wake up, your mouth around him. Giddy like Christmas morning when you’re his personal alarm clock.
Toys- Extensive. Like, warehouse at the end of Ark of the Covenant extensive.
Unit- (see, Genitalia above)
Voyeur- Gets off on watching you masturbate, or naked in the shower. You both pretend that you don’t know he’s there watching.
Wild card- tw: yandere- alternate Anselm? Keeps you in his basement. Just wants you to be safe. He’s the only one who can. And it’s just a friendship… at first, but you start to grow fond of him. Like, if he wasn’t all stalker-crazy maybe you’d be into him. But he won’t let you out. And so, you can never be anything other than captor/protector and victim. He begs for more. You beg to leave. It's a stalemate, until one night when the lines get all blurry and you sleep with him. Is it because you want your freedom? Or is it because you're starting to feel something real for him?
X-ray under clothes- I would buy him novelty boxer shorts and very much enjoy seeing him wear them with his sock garters.
Ypsilon- In German ‘Y’ is pronounced “upsilon” but it has a freakin’ y at the beginning and sometimes, it still makes me double-clutch when I’m spelling things out loud in German. Not really Anselm-related, just something that trips me up as I learn.
Zzz- Once in awhile, he gets in a clingy, cuddly mood after sex. Murmurs how he’s never felt more relaxed, more at peace, and it would be a dream come true to wake up inside of you still. And let’s be honest, you’re gonna let him do just that.
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**Anselm Vogelweide masterlist**
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adventure-showdown · 4 months
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What is your favourite Doctor Who story?
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TOURNAMENT MASTERPOST
synopses and propaganda under the cut
A Death in the Family
Synopsis
"The future folds into the past. The homeless hero has fallen. Now begins the time of three tales: The Tale of the Herald. The Tale of the Hidden Woman. The Tale of the Final Speaker. When the last tale is told, all the lights shall fail. The world will end."
21st century London: Nobody No One, the extra-dimensional Word Lord, is again running amok. Only this time, he's unbeatable — and a terrible tragedy is about to unfold.
It is written.
Propaganda
Possibly the wildest and most wonderful plot of any audio, ever. The villain is none other than Nobody No-One, a Word Lord who has the power to rewrite the world using language itself. There’s wordplay, there are exploding duck ponds, there’s grief, there’s Ace being awesome, there’s Hex being sad, there’s the acceptance of one’s own inevitable death, there’s an infinite, living, eternal story where an entire planet’s dead go to live out their afterlife… The whole thing is a love letter to Doctor Who, and it’s as strange, sad, funny, and brilliant as the show gets. Also— spoilers!!— big spoilers— on top of all that, it’s Evelyn’s final story, and the final episode makes me weep every time. (@partiallithopseffect )
The Natural History of Fear
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Paul McGann eats a rat .MP3 (anonymous)
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grunklejam · 3 months
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The Mystery Shack keychains are due on Monday!
I'm still waiting for the final component which I think will really elevate the product, which is sadly taking far too much time to get here. But I can now kinda explain how it'll look.
Every wooden keychain looks like this, with variance according to the wood grain and its texture. The Moon and 'West of Weird' lettering is glossy, so it's a sort of two-texture print that feels a little more multi-dimensional.
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This will then be placed in a 'Mystery Smugglin' Sack'! This helps protect the artwork and keeps it secure during shipping, as well as providing you with a lovely reusable bag for anything from cool rocks you find in the forest to your collection of flu medication.
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The lettering isn't entirely legible, as you'd expect from a hessian sack, but that kind of adds to the charm so I'm keeping it. I think they look really funky.
After this, it's going to be tied off in red string with a lovely metal question mark charm, which will add a little flash of colour and make it feel that little bit more 'premium'. But a Grunkle Stan style of premium. An 'obviously assembled by Soos' premium.
I'm going to have 47 of these things ready to go upon launch (three sacks didn't pass my inspections)
Price expectations are:
£9.99 UK (including postage and packing) £11.99 Rest of the World (including postage and packing)
I hope you see that as reasonable. I always try and keep Not S&P Approved's pricing as low as I possibly can. I think this should hopefully go some way to proving that with a product that's substantially larger yet not much more expensive than my usual output.
Future plans include brand new t-shirts, a souvenir tote bag, a Ford and Bill Cipher acrylic charm, and hopefully a second candle design - a 'Stan'dle!
All depending, of course, on if things like this sell so I can make back my investment. Costs of running this sort of store are pretty high, and I depend upon you to make it worthwhile.
Thank you. I love you.
Mwah. x
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sisaloofafump · 3 months
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There's this misconception that Golden and especially Silver Age comics were particularly sexist. In reality, when looking at the treatment of Lois Lane, it's the Bronze Age and the introduction of second wave feminism that is actually so much worse.
For context, in the Golden Age, Lois is an independent and fiercely capable reporter. She has massive amounts of agency and often solved and leads investigations on her own. She gets rescued a lot, yes, but she is kidnapped due to her own actions, not Superman's. In the Silver Age, adherence to the comics code (and shifting public preference towards romance comics) made her character's main goals include marrying Superman. One may think this would lead to abhorrently sexist writing but it didn't. Instead, it used these constraints to make her one of the most ethically complex and defined characters, written by authors who love her, and taking her previous iteration's strengths and fleshing them out into a fully three-dimensional character. In addition, she may be less fierce, but she is one of, if not the most active member of Superman comics. She is uniquely a problem solver, problem starter, and investigator, acting in every position of case rather than just reacting to someone else's actions.
Then along comes the Bronze Age. Initially it looks like she is improving even further—she learns to fight, she regains independence from Superman, she lessens her need for marriage. But those changes don't last long.
Lois is flattened until she looses all personality and competency. Every story ends with her saved by Superman. Lois and the Black characters have the occasional quip about "Woman power!", all of which is made to be mocked by the audience and by Superman. Suddenly Clark (with and without cape) is telling her not to do things because she is a woman. Suddenly the things she easily could have done in the past, she can't anymore. It's not just how horrifyingly they treat Lois, it's how they make other characters sexist to balance her "feminism" out.
The Lois Lane comics go through several management shifts and by the 70s they are edited by a woman, who doesn't get to write the responses to the fan letters, and instead they institute the most comically sexist columnist I have ever read. It is so bad that I genuinely thought it was a joke. Even in the regular letter sections, the editors have clear contempt for Lois, a stark contrast to the love that was so apparent in the Silver Age.
The Lois series ends and she is booted to Superman Family, where she is treated far from good but at least she is her own character. In mainstream Superman, she is reduced to a background love interest with no capabilities, personality, or interests. Even in romance she is treated horribly by Superman and Clark. They keep saying that he loves her, but despite being more official than ever, it sure doesn't show.
Here are some panels for your perusal:
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And of course, the mystery columnist:
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Compare that with this editor's response from the Silver Age. See how much love they had for her and all her flaws. How much effort they put into making her a well rounded character. This is what we lost.
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broomsick · 1 year
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Everyday ways to honor Hel + things to put on Her altar
(Or, today’s quick heathen notes!)
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Everyday devotions to Hel
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Meditating on the life around you, and its impermanency
Try to face your fears
Visit loved ones’ graves from time to time! Maybe leave flowers, talk to them, or clean their graves.
Quick prayer to ask for Hel to take care of your deceased loved ones
Write a letter to an ancestor or deceased hero/idol, and burn it
Work on understanding and accepting your emotions, positive and negative
Black is a color that’s often associated with the concept of death. Every once in a while, you can choose to dress completely or mostly black, as a way to keep Hel in mind during the day so as to honor her
Fermentation is part of the cycle of life. Enjoy, or even offer her fermented foods! 
As it’s the case for many other gods, volunteering makes for a great devotional gesture to Hel. Donating blood, helping to clean graveyards, and lending a hand at the hospital are examples of devotionals activities to engage in for Hel.
Altar ideas!
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Flowers in general, but especially roses. I usually offer her one live flower, and one that’s wilted, as a symbol of the transition between life and death which Hel represents. Rose thorns also make for a good offering.
Black crystals like jet, obsidian, and onyx make great altar decorations.
Fungi (as long as it’s safe to manipulate, of course!)
Decorative skulls, ethically-sourced. It doesn’t matter what the skull is made of: it can be made of plastic, or it could even be a simple printed picture. What matters is what it symbolises, so don’t worry if you aren’t able to procure a three-dimensional skull! Representations of bones or skeletons are also appropriate ideas.
Ivy, yew, blackthorn and elder are popular plants/herbs to offer her!
Bread, especially black, or dark.
In my experience, Hel appreciates tea! Feel free to try it out. 
Chocolate, especially dark.
The runes Hagalaz and Raido, symbols of change and journeys, respectively.
Mirrors (also a habit of mine, but not SPG)
Any food that’s rotting. Sounds pretty weird, but works! If you’re not going to eat that brown banana or that weirdly soft apple, why not cleanse and offer it!
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itchyeye · 1 month
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Heard this was where we went to bitch about protocol lmao, so here I am giving my two cents.
I know people talk about the characters and how it expects you to already care, which I agree with, but the thing that suffers the most to me are the statements, is the horror, like, some ideas are good, but it's just not scary, especially with how the episodes are structured, how there is no reaction to the statement besides an occasional "oh that was fucked" wait why are they not even trying to categorise them like we have not heard of the system in a while oh well...
The lack of follow ups is fuckin this up, it makes it less interesting, we don't know if we will even see anyone from them again (considering how many guest writers there are and the prompt system in place I doubt it), nobody cares and we are missing out on the juicy reveals of, oh I don't know A HAND BECKONING? THE HAHA MAN SCARED OF A SPIDER OH SHIT HE DIED HOOOOW? THE AUDIO FROM LOST JOHN'S CAVE???!
The one I actually like is, unsurprisingly in ep4, because that one actually takes its time to immerse us into its world and it is not scary per se, but it is interesting and it has themes (that the fandom immediately misunderstood, as usual). Unfortunately I doubt that guest writer will show up ever again and I feel like that's the current peak of this all. Like the statements we have now are shocking, but they don't linger, and they usually don't make up for that lack of horror.
The format of the internet ones has you doing all the heavy lifting trying to piece together what the fuck is supposed to be so scary
Don't even get me started on the tma bs. It's like making a tma ref and pointing to it like "you know this right? Go make your theory" and I feel like and I sort of hope it's a red herring, but at the same time there was TOO much of this so it'd be kind of a dick move, TOO much for it to not mean anything, but if it means anything then it's stupid as hell so like...lose lose scenario rn
YES THIS IS ABSOLUTELY WHERE WE GO TO BITCH ABOUT TMP GIVE ME YOUR TIRED YOUR POOR YOUR HUDDLED MASSES YEARNING TO BREATHE FREE
i totally agree with you about everything re: statements and yes ep4 was my fav as well!! i love the tma historical statements both because i love old timey gothic storytelling and because jonah magnus is my left hand arm man. my silly rabbit. so augustus' statement was great because it reminded me of those letters. except unlike those letters it had no beginning, middle, nor end and no three dimensional fully realized narrator. harrumph.
also the tma tie-ins are just so.......... ham fisted. i know that for a lot of people tma was TOO slow with its build up but i think honestly the snail's pace at which the metaplot reveals itself is one of the series' greatest strengths. you SHOULD feel bored and annoyed and confused for two full seasons before things really start happening. the characters also feel this way. they are lost and scared and in the dark. so are you, the audience. it's perfect. it's poetry.
and just dumping a random s5 character in the middle of protocol to give the CORNIEST most SHIT BRICK-HOUSE ASS CLUES about who she is and what she's referencing is....
well it's what someone very young would put on wattpad
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mrschwartz · 1 year
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Alex Turner most likely has synesthesia: a compilation
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“She floats like a niccy rush and stings like a B-flat” (The Blond-O-Sonic Shimmer Trap)
“When you’re experimenting with more genres, it’s so delicate. It’s like a chemistry set: you got like all the boiling tubes and pipettes and you add one or too many drops on the whole thing and it falls apart and you get the wrong colour of the smoke.” (x)
"If desire would be liquid, then it wouldn’t be something you easily sail through, but a rough sea that whirls you around. The rhythm of [Fireside] has those wild motions of desire. If desire is something liquid, it is a rolling boil–like when you’re boiling potatoes." (x)
“That sensation of longing for something or someone, if it were a liquid it’s not something you sail smoothly along in. It’s gotta roll and boil, or it bubbles and coughes and splutters, and I think we wanted the rythm to reflect that in the tune Fireside.” (x)
“I love the color of them shows, [Thunderbirds] and 60′s Batman as well, that technicolor thing. If I could make a song sound like the Joker’s laugh, when it’s all angled and pink... for me it sounds like that, technicolor. [...] I’d love to have drums that sound like that looks.” (x)
“Jamie’s doing a lot of that icy plucking in the background, adding a texture.” (x)
“Alternative Endings was [my idea for a bar name]. [...] You can see that in pink neon light.” (x)
“It was what became a line in a song called 'Aviation'–'The Colorama in your eyes takes me on a moonlight drive'–not completely unremarkable written down but when appropriated by this particular melodic idea and backlit by its chord progression it permitted me to glimpse into what seemed like a new constellation in my imagination, one that every time I heard the demo recording I was encouraged to try and traverse.” (x)
“Franz Schubert the composer said ‘there’s no such thing as happy music’. I always got a kick out of that. Not because I think that music has to be sad but because I think when it most effective there’s an element of it operating within a spectrum that has neither ‘happy’ or 'sad’ at either end of it. Music with lyrics in a language you don’t understand or no lyrics at all has the power to send vehement shivers through your body. It’s almost as if the melody or something else in there has an invisible direct line to the depths of the subconscious. This interests me greatly. I always wanted to use the word 'Colorama’ in a song ever since I saw Antonioni’s Blow Up. It was an unplugged neon light at the back of my mind for years. Some lyrics are declarations of love or hate written in blood or carved in a bus stop, in need of little or no melodic illumination. Some, I believe, are there almost entirely to facilitate it. If I ever thought about it at all I’m sure I used to think the melody was the vessel that carried the lyrics but more recently it has occurred to me that the opposite is often true. The problem with the neon sign analogy is that neon signs are invariably bolted to the wall and full of gas. Melody seems as though its poured rather than sprayed and doesn’t feel as though whatever holds it ought to be fixed to anything. I sometimes imagine each word to be made using a three dimensional open-top glass alphabet. Each letter built to harness and transport the mirror ball liquid marble of the melody. When the 'substance’ fills up the syllables they seem to shimmer and become weightless. With the addition of close harmony I see colours swirl together, parts of the lyrics glow and the way in which they float suggests that something like the 'star gate’ sequence from 2001: A Space Odyssey is happening deep inside them out of view.” (x)
“The types of sounds, or the chord progressions, or the music I was composing, let’s say on the piano or on these recordings I was making, definitely informed the lyrics, I feel, as much as the films I was watching or anything that was going on in front of me. It often does seem like it really just comes from the music. Like, that seems to suggest things to me as much as, if not more than, everything else.” (x)
“I like what you say about the pieces in the puzzle. I like the idea that the other part of that puzzle is the music, that the melody completes the lyrics, that you can feel that harmony between lyrics and music, a whole. The lyrics are just a piece of the puzzle, not something you have to decipher, but something that goes together with the music…” (x)
“Because you hit a couple of things on the way there. One was Bond villain–that went off in neon in my mind.” (x)
“Lego Napoleon movie / Written in noble gas-filled glass tubes / Underlined in sparks” (Hello You)
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the-little-moment · 21 days
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"Carcass" has turned into a fix-it fic, not in the sense that it fixes the story, but that, with it, I am trying to fix the problems that I see so many fans have with the characterizations of our beloved Batchers and their friends. A love letter to the fandom, I guess.
"Wrecker gets relegated to comic relief. He's never taken seriously." Not in here!
"Tech is frequently infantilized by fic writers. He's supposed to be capable, but not a perfect angel without flaws." You got it!
"Gregor is treated like he's crazy and goofy instead of a war hero with a TBI." Adds him to the list.
Everybody's gonna be three-dimensional in this story if it kills me, and it's getting there. 😩
If anyone has a log they want to throw on this bonfire, lay it on me. I'm up tonight with a huge stack of printed pages to edit through, because apparently I am that level of old school. 🙃
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white-cat-of-doom · 7 months
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A cat shaped metal keychain from Japan, with the CATS logo in gold lettering within. It is hard to see, but the logo is raised and three dimensional within the resin.
Another piece that I am not entirely sure when was made available for sale.
I love this piece strictly for the fact that the lettering of the logo is in gold, just like how the 2019 movie was.
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4. The Diviner.
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The Diviner must forgo slumber,
To scry omens in the stars above,
But amidst portents without number,
One symbol augurs perfect love.
The fourth character in my silly poem series is Hali of @starrysnowdrop. An amazing blog that (particularly as a Lalafell player myself) I appreciate for showcasing Lalafells as three-dimensional characters with complex adult emotions.
Beautiful writing, great character development and fantastic hair. If you're not already following @starrysnowdrop then all the signs say that you should do so…
Don't worry there will be more Lalafell characters showcased in this series once I get to the right letters!
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thetruejerrycan · 4 months
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I'm pretty confident that this Game Awards announcement that Sega is hyping up is Virtua Fighter related. Everything surrounding Virtua Fighter 5 Ultimate Showdown is my only hint with some real basis. Straight from the horse's mouth, the game was meant to gauge interest in the VF property and the game met sales expectations plus got both Yakuza and Tekken-themed DLC to sweeten the pot. Usually when a game in a dormant franchise is being released to "gauge consumer interest", that's not a good sign. What typically ends up happening is that they hold the game for ransom, telling us that if we give them enough money we'll get to see more of it, with varying degrees of truth. This time, I think Sega meant it
"New era, new energy" is what really gets my imagination firing on all cylinders. That could mean anything, but not only have they been sending these letters to fighting game players in specific, let's just think about Virtua Fighter for a second. Love VF or hate it, it's hardly moved forward as a video game since its inception. While the gameplay has struck a balance between simplicity with only three buttons and complexity with just about everything else going on, VF fails to compare to its contemporaries otherwise. The modern issue is that VF5US came out in 2021 but not only does it not have a PC port, it doesn't have rollback either. The chronic problem with all of the Virtua Fighter games is that even though it was the first time we'd seen human game characters in full 3D, the characters to this day remain extremely one-dimensional, two if we're being generous. It really doesn't help that none of these characters' backstories are communicated in the games themselves. VF's arcade mode never even featured character endings. It's extremely difficult to find anything interesting beyond surface level about a majority of the characters outside of their one-liners and their fighting style. Virtua Fighter as a series has a lot of catching up to do and I think this could be Sega's chance to push it in a direction of modernity, which can exciting and scary for everyone involved, I'm sure
Now watch everything I've said here turn out to be wrong and we get Sonic the Fighters 2. I'd absolutely still be down, STF2 could end up going hard as fuck. Really, any of Sega's repertoire of fighters could make for a great comeback with the right minds behind it
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differentlyweird · 7 months
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Jeremiah after book 3 - SPOILERS AHEAD READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
So I said this in my previous post about Jeremiah’s letter, but I know what happens at the end of book 3. The one thing I wish Jenny Han would’ve done is give us a more well-rounded ending. The time jump was rushed in my opinion. Yes, we know that Conrad and Belly find their way back to each other. We actually get to read the letters that he wrote to belly while she was studying abroad. However, we don’t see or hear about Jeremiah after they called off the wedding. The last mention of him is that he smiled at belly as she was leaving and had brought a date to the wedding. We don’t know anything else about him, in book 3 we don’t even find out his major. I just feel like the whole series we got to see both boys and learn about them but book three we didn’t get much of Jeremiah outside of the relationship with belly. Does that make sense? I would’ve liked to see a mention of what he was up to. It makes him seem less 3 dimensional. Especially when we know that Conrad wants to be a doctor, that he still talks to laurel, that he sent belly letters, etc. it doesn’t seem fair to not give the readers what Jeremiah was up to.
But also kinda fun to theorize about, what do you think Jeremiah ended up becoming? Do you think he was Conrad’s best man? Do you think they truly repaired their relationship? Did belly and Jeremiah ever get to be best friends again?Do you think Jeremiah ends up with his true love or never settles down?
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