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C354R10: baby’s first non-canon ship DUKEORSINO12: idk what that means C354R10: don’t worry about it
Howling
DUKEORSINO12: I like how you instantly take things to the darkest possible place C354R10: thank you it’s a gift
“IDENTITY THEFT IS A CRIME, VI!” “CALM DOWN!” “YOU CALM DOWN!”
“Viola, why are you like this?” “DADDY PROBLEMS, PROBABLY,” I reply, to which Bash rolls his eyes.
“You,” I inform him, “are the bane of my existence, Jack Orsino.” “As you are mine,” he assures me, and shuts my door for me.
And the object of all my desires
“Everyone makes friendship seem like garden parties and sleepovers when really it’s Jurassic Park for emotions.”
“First of all, I’m nice to people when I want to be nice,” I say. “Yes, I’m familiar. You’re like a terrible house cat.”
“don’t make this into some kind of manic dream girl situation, okay? I’m not here to inspire your life choices with my generosity of spirit or whatever.” “I’d have to be crazy to dream up you,”
“Jack,” I say desperately, “you know I’m like … a bitch, right?” He snorts a little. “Sure, Vi, if that means you never give up. Never accept defeat. Never bend just because someone expects you to.” His hand still dances near mine. “If that makes you a bitch, Vi, then fine, I hope you never change. In fact, I hope you change me. I like to think you already have.”
I look up to find Vi’s eyes on mine, and in that moment, I make a decision. I’m gonna kiss her. Right now. So I push through the crowd and I do.
So OTH
Bash used to routinely crow “… and we were wombmates!”
“I couldn’t even hate you enough to let you keep shivering,” he admits in my ear.
Not even a little bit
“It used to be good,” Vi says furiously. “Now it’s stupid. I mean, why did Liliana have to die? Like, literally, for what?”
“I hope someone posts a fix-it fic, like, immediately.”
“I just think maybe happiness isn’t crossing a finish line, or finally meeting the right person or getting the right job or finding the right life. It’s the little things.” Like finally seeing your contributions valued at a tabletop game of ConQuest. “It’s the thing that happens to you while you’re wide awake and dreaming.”
It’s not just about the endgame, you know what I mean? The game isn’t the dice. It’s who’s with you at the table.
healing my inner child, reliving the nostalgic camp of early 2000s high school Shakespeare retellings, and paying homage to the fandom communities that gave me my creative start.
I needed this
I will eternally credit fanfic with my understanding of character work and emotional arcs.
