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greentomatopaste -> greentomatopasted
from now on all my posts will go to @greentomatopaste, which is a fullblog (so i can follow people and interact). this will serve as my 'transfer' or 'catch up' blog lol. all fanart, fanfic, and fic recs will now come from that account toma love you :p
like rabbits do (E)
prompt: bunny
He grabs four sweaters, some blankets. Three pairs of sturdy looking pants. They'll need new boots, soon, but he knows enough about stores like this to know that whatever they find here won't be any less worn out than what's already on their feet. Out of the corner of his eye: something sparkling. An old ache in his stomach. That twisted kind of hunger. Kid in the candy shop with skinny wrists, knobby ribs. It's pretty. Crystal. Probably fake, but it catches the fading, silvery light the same, nose in the air and long ears pricked back in curiosity.
chapter two out now : )
prompt: unspoken
If Beth's count is right, then it's been four cold and ugly months since they settled here. She says they've made it to February. Could call it July, for all he cares, for all that 'dates' matter anymore. Except. Except, Beth has a… look about her, recently. Both secretive and expectant, and he knows it ain't that kind of expectant, because it doesn't matter how much she begs and pleads, he ain't ever slipped up. But she's expecting something, and he still hasn't figured out what. Cold and jonesing for a cigarette, he considers that.
what if we make it out? by arabianbaby53 (@arabianbaby53)
She slipped the new microcard into her pocket and let her gaze drift around the greenspace: the manicured grass, the transparent panels beneath her feet where ornamental fish glided in slow, random patterns and the slowly rotating globe, casting off a shimmery mist of water every few seconds.
just realized that because this is a side blog and notifs show up from my main that i will always seem aloof because this account doesn't actually 'follow' or 'like' anything. fml.
like rabbits do (E)
prompt: bunny
He grabs four sweaters, some blankets. Three pairs of sturdy looking pants. They'll need new boots, soon, but he knows enough about stores like this to know that whatever they find here won't be any less worn out than what's already on their feet. Out of the corner of his eye: something sparkling. An old ache in his stomach. That twisted kind of hunger. Kid in the candy shop with skinny wrists, knobby ribs. It's pretty. Crystal. Probably fake, but it catches the fading, silvery light the same, nose in the air and long ears pricked back in curiosity.
to me both beth and daryl are bisexual but in ways that they won't think about
daryl doesn't like men in the same way he doesn't like women.
he's fucked women, fumbling and strung out, his body not-his-body and a thin, reedy sense of horror in his throat at the distance of it all, the physical apathy, the way spit tasted in his mouth and the off-wrongness of it all. he's done that because it's what was expected of him. what was pushed onto him.
he's been called queer enough to know that he's not supposed to be it, not gonna be it, not even if he doesn't really care himself—whatever ghost of merle's snickering ringing in his ears has scared him off from that, well enough.
things are different with beth. her pretty eyes and sweet smile; the way her pulse jumps in her throat when she's mad, and the clean, capable way she can take down a walker. the warmth of her body against his back. her rough hand in his.
they're different after her, too. he just doesn't think about it. calls rick brother and doesn't think about the way he'd follow him, all kicked-dog loyalty, to the end of the world. just doesn't. [ tldr: daryl is demisexual and bisexual, and his negative experiences throughout life with sexuality and physicality, alongside the homophobia he was raised on, means that (imo) he's unlikely to ever acknowledge or understand either of these things. ]
beth likes kissing girls, but that doesn't mean she's gay.
girls just are pretty. and it's practically a rite of passage, at teenage sleepovers, to end up kissing a friend. not really kissing. just, a little.
and it's good practice.
she knows, like she knows she wants to have kids, that she wants to have a husband, someday. she likes the idea of it: a family. her family. and, in some ways, it's what's expected of her. school; marriage; kids. living somewhere close to home, when maggie and shawn have scattered far and free.
when the world ends, she doesn't spend much time thinking about teenage slumber parties and sticky lip gloss kisses. and, when she's with daryl, she thinks too much about everything. the wide span of his shoulders and the flex of the muscles in his back as her head rests against them, for example.
[ tldr: beth is attracted to women and would absolutely flirt with them and say 'oh, well, everyone does that.' she's a comphet warrior and doesn't consider herself gay (or this to be 'real attraction') because she expects herself to live the modeled, heterosexual life that has been presented to her as 'her path' since childhood. ]
to me both beth and daryl are bisexual but in ways that they won't think about
daryl doesn't like men in the same way he doesn't like women.
he's fucked women, fumbling and strung out, his body not-his-body and a thin, reedy sense of horror in his throat at the distance of it all, the physical apathy, the way spit tasted in his mouth and the off-wrongness of it all. he's done that because it's what was expected of him. what was pushed onto him.
he's been called queer enough to know that he's not supposed to be it, not gonna be it, not even if he doesn't really care himself—whatever ghost of merle's snickering ringing in his ears has scared him off from that, well enough.
things are different with beth. her pretty eyes and sweet smile; the way her pulse jumps in her throat when she's mad, and the clean, capable way she can take down a walker. the warmth of her body against his back. her rough hand in his.
they're different after her, too. he just doesn't think about it. calls rick brother and doesn't think about the way he'd follow him, all kicked-dog loyalty, to the end of the world. just doesn't. [ tldr: daryl is demisexual and bisexual, and his negative experiences throughout life with sexuality and physicality, alongside the homophobia he was raised on, means that (imo) he's unlikely to ever acknowledge or understand either of these things. ]
to me both beth and daryl are bisexual but in ways that they won't think about
to me both beth and daryl are bisexual but in ways that they won't think about
pinterest images that would be on beth greene's instagram story if she was 21 in the year of 2026
year of the snake by lindentree (@littlelindentree)
happy friday, friends...! there's no better day to start a new, hopefully weekly tradition: talking about the bethyl fanfiction i'm eagerly anticipating (or have recently completed!) as a late addition to the fandom. it's clear that bethyl fic authors have carried this fandom on their backs for a long and weary while, and i can think of no better way to appreciate them than by... well. appreciating them!! loudly!!! hopefully my banner skills will improve along the way.
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Let’s burn it down…
this might be an unusual or uncool question, so feel free to tell me to kick rocks, but do you have any recommendations or tips for getting into writing bethyl fanfiction, especially their character voice? i’m not the kind of person who can bear to rewatch over and over, so repeatedly going over early twd isn’t much of an option, and the way you write them feels so natural. i want to start and contribute to the bethylheads that still remain, but i also feel pretty embarrassed about the idea of being plain bad.
Hey! Not an uncool question at all! đź’š
You're absolutely right that whatever competence I have with the character voices lies in the fact that I've rewatched the most relevant episodes repeatedly—and I do mean extreme & batshit degrees of the word "repeatedly"—and that whenever I've felt like I'm struggling to find their voices, I've revisited the source material. This was especially true early on when I was new to writing the pairing.
The thing is, I can't tell you how to write these characters. Each of us perceives them through the prism of our own experiences, you know? So there are certain aspects of both Beth and Daryl that haunt and bedevil me in particular, and that I tend to focus on in my storytelling, whereas other authors will find that other aspects speak to them. We also read different things between the lines of what's portrayed on screen for the same reason. That's how we end up with rich & diverse fandoms where people interpret and portray characters differently, and I think that's a good thing! That said, this is why it can be useful to revisit the source material rather than simply respond to existing fanworks. The former will be your unique perspective on a shared piece of art. The latter often becomes a game of Telephone.
So, as a character exercise for you starting out, I suggest sitting down and asking yourself what you like about the characters. Try to whittle your answers down to attributes, behaviours, and actions. What do you dislike about the characters? What compels you about their connection with each other? What do you think draws them together? Your answers are probably the ideas you'll most enjoy writing towards. For example, if one of your favourite Daryl qualities is that he's observant, write towards that. If you dislike his comfort with violence, write towards that. If you like that Beth holds people to a high ethical standard, write towards that. If you dislike that she can be impulsive, write towards that. This will give you a lot of information not only about what resonates with you, but will also help you identify your biases and judgments. Also, always take some time to consider how any kind of attribute is a benefit or detriment to the character. How does Daryl benefit from being protective of others? How does he suffer? How does Beth benefit from being optimistic? How does she suffer? Then, probably the most important question: how do you suppose these qualities influence their actions?
You can also do classic character exercises, like: write about them grocery shopping together. Write about Character A taking Character B to the emergency room because they broke a toe. Write about them getting a flat tire out on the highway in the middle of nowhere.
As for dialogue, I do find that repeated rewatching has cemented their actual voices for me, so that both of them sort of live in my head all the time, which is probably not sane or normal, but here we are. I can offer some tips that I tend to rely on, though:
Beth drops her Gs more regularly and conspicuously than Daryl (ex: sleepin', drinkin') though Daryl drops them at times, too.
Be wary of doing too much to highlight Daryl's accent and background. Say dialogue out loud to ensure it makes sense and sounds like him. Things can go from sounding accurate to sounding like Hagrid very quickly.
Daryl will almost always sound more Darylish if you drop pronouns and let sentences be fragments.
I hope some of that is helpful for you! It's pointless for me to tell you not to worry about being bad, because I think anybody who cares will, of course, worry about that. But caring about what you create is the first step toward creating something you're proud of, and what's more—every single writer whose work you've ever admired was once bad at it, and probably still has days when they're bad at it, or feel like they're bad at it. If you can, I encourage you to take a few minutes and read Shitty First Drafts by Anne Lamott to ground yourself in the long and proud lineage of writers writing stuff badly.
Good luck with your writing, and remember that whatever you, specifically, have to say about these characters is valuable and wanted. You may already be planting the seeds for the story that will become somebody's new favourite. đź’š
year of the snake
chapter 3: unconditional positive regard