Napoleon: "Mozart! You are a terrible teacher! You have to be encouraging. I teach the children in town—let me help him."
Arthur: "Now hold on, mate. If we’re talking about who’s most qualified, it’s clearly me. Who better than a proper British author to teach him how to write?"
Dazai: "Oh? And what of me, Arthur-kun? I’m a writer too, you know. My works are considered masterpieces."
Arthur: "Masterpieces? That’s generous. Your writing’s all over the place, mate. Admit it."
Dazai: (gasps dramatically, clutching his chest) "Oh, Arthur-kun, how cruel! Do you not see the layers of my genius?!"
Arthur: "Layers? You’re like an onion—makes everyone cry and smells funny."
(The arguing grows louder.)
Leonardo: "Relax, everyone. Let’s not overwhelm him. Jean, just write whatever comes to mind. No pressure, alright?"
Dazai: "Jean, you should make it poetic! Add a touch of tragedy."
Mozart: (sighs loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose) "The real tragedy is that I have to listen to this."
Napoleon: "Poetry? He should learn to write properly first. Start with full sentences."
Arthur: "Jean, throw in a bit of wit, mate. Nothing like a good joke to liven things up. Don’t you agree, Theo?"
Theo: (shrugging) "Don’t involve me in this. It doesn’t matter to me. Let him write however he wants."
Vincent: (encouragingly) "Jean, write what feels natural to you. Express your heart—it’s the most important thing."
Theo: "Of course! That’s brilliant advice, Vincent. Only you could suggest something so meaningful. Everyone else, stop distracting him!"
Dazai: (leans toward Theo with a sly grin) "Are you tearing up? Truly, Vincent has moved you."
Theo: "Shut it, or I’ll move you—right out the window.
Arthur: "Give it a tick, and he’ll show himself out the window, no need to help."
Comte: "Gentlemen, please. Let Jean decide how he wishes to write. This is his practice, not a circus. Perhaps you should all leave, and I will help him."
Isaac: "Actually, Jean...you should consider keeping it simple. Structure is important—Napoleon might have a point."
(Sebastian walks in with a tea tray, calmly setting it down.)
Sebastian: "Or we could just let Jean practice without turning it into a philosophy debate."
Shakespeare (dramatic as ever): "Ah, the grievous toil of the quill! Let thy hand pour forth the tempest of thy soul, and may thy words strike like thunder upon the page!"
Theo: “You realize no one understands a word you say, don’t you?”
Shakespeare: "Ah, but tis not my tongue that fails thee, good sir; 'tis thine own wit that falters in its grasp!"
Theo: "Right. And yet somehow, I’m the one still making sense. Fancy that."
Vincent: “Such good emotional expression, Jean!”
Arthur: "Well said, mate. There’s your first proper sentence spoken with some fire!"
Dazai: "Truly, a masterpiece of brevity!"
Vincent: "See? You’re already improving."
Mozart: (mutters under his breath) "The bar is on the floor."
Arthur: "Right, this calls for a toast! I’ll fetch the good stuff. Well, the decent stuff—I wouldn’t waste the really good stuff on Mozzie."
Comte: “Yes, a toast to new beginnings.”
Jean: (visibly exhausted) “Can you perhaps do that...somewhere besides my bedroom?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Newt keeps wet wipes in the lab because he can't have his man going around with chalk dust all over his face. "Dude, stop squirming! I'm just trying to help! You're covered in chalk dust." "I am FINE, Newton!" "I will pin you to the floor if that's what it takes to scrub your stupid pretty face!"
Newt seeing chalk dust on Hermann’s nose and sometimes if he’s too focused on his equations he’ll looked like there was snow in Hongkong.
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Did Newt pin Hermann to the floor to wipe chalk off Hermann's face? Sort of. Newt dragged Hermann over to the lab couch and sat on Hermann's lap (being very mindful of Hermann's bad leg), effectively pinning Hermann under him. "What happened to pinning me to the floor, Newton?" "I wouldn't really do that, babe. The floor's too hard and dirty. I don't wanna damage the goods. ;)" "...The goods?" "Yeah, your sexy bod, you hot piece of ass." "NEWTON!" "What? I like talking about how pretty you are!"
Who is the bigger geek of the two to find the right materials for their Starfleet uniform and omfg Hermann's Vulcan ears!!!
ahhhh I’m going to say it was Newt who encouraged the shenanigan and then Hermann looked absolutely aghast when Newt was going to make his science officer go without the ears.
There’s bound to be something in the lab that is good for prosthetic making and so bamf–authentic Vulcan ears and champions.
I am being sustained by the amazing fics and their equally amazing writers who are going all out on making sure Newt and Hermann gets their happy ending but not without the emotional tragedy behind those 10 years and I LOVE each and everyone of them. Headcanons, fanarts, blogs, those fics that will keep you up til 3 am? *chef kiss*
Hnghh–
Yes I am still sad about Uprising and the small hope of getting PR3 but I am contented enough with the support and love in this fandom that has extended to all Charlie Day and Burn Gorman and all of our fave stars’ projects and tv series.
I have met amazing friends and their dedication to their craft??? Superb.
