#jeejyboard

[thatneoncrisis]

What are your nastiest nastygirls foing for hallowen

the nastiest girls are several months late to the party but they look fantastic so who cares

[theriverbeyond]

It's cuz you're on that damn loom

IT'S BC IM ALWAYS ON THAT DAMN LOOM!!!

[beyoncesfiancee]

what's on your secret internal moodboard for your wake/g1d/pyrrha trifecta, esp with the first two (since pyrrha gets a lot of love as it is)? what are the biggest wellsprings you're drawing from/aiming for with everyone's favorite scourgin' mary and inverted brutus?

i could smack a big kissy on your face for such an apropos question !

wake

is everything to me. obviously. what matters to me with her is contextualizing her canonical violence and wrath (like achilles' wrath... HELLO... she's a mortal woman whose wrath dares to reach the heights of the gods and which ultimately destroys her...) in light of her role as the leader of a revolution. she's literally not purposelessly angry or purposelessly violent. I already blew up someone else's inbox about this today lol but imo the books portray BOE as a whole in kind of a clueless way from the liberal exterior viewpoint, that doesn't really get into what a revolutionary movement would themselves value and hold as their norms & ethics. and in regard to that, how and why they use violence, and how and why violence is so much a part of wake's language.

I'm reading the zapatista reader atm and have been for the last few months, not that i really see wake as a subcomandante marcos figure because she's not as much of a speaker/demagogue, more so that much like the indigenous resistance in chiapas the sheer cultural, linguistic, and political polyphony of any BOE organization must mean that wake is a brilliant, compelling figure that people want to follow. she's not a violent brute (one way she's often depicted in fandom too...) she's a POLITICAL LEADER who has united MULTIPLE WINGS THAT OPERATE COMPLETELY SEPARATELY to accomplish HUGE OPERATIONS THAT SEVERELY STRUCK AT THE ROOTS OF THE DEEPLY ENTRENCHED EMPIRE. like... she's 100% a compelling speaker and leader and someone you trust and want to follow into suicide missions, because you know she'll bring you success. and she had and did! you can't be stupid with how you use violence and achieve that level of success!

and the one thing you need to add to wake to make canon click with her humanity is literally just that—her internal truth and her humanity. the reason why she's doing what she's doing. because the cruelty of the empire broke her heart and she has enough life and fire overflowing in her to want to keep that from happening to anyone else. the rest all falls into place once you start writing her like that

I also see her as a figure of classical greek tragedy—she's the ultimate example of being destroyed by hubris (trusting a lyctor!!), and compared to the other two points of the triangle she's the most fragile and mortal, yet also the most explosive and larger-than-life. her life is a brief yet enormous blaze compared to g1deon's eternal stonelike misery and pyrrha's lone, flickering star. and because she pursued life so hungrily and overreached in striving with the gods for greatness (there we go with achilles again), she was always doomed to death. the domain of her lifelong hated enemy. wow someone should write some dactylic hexameter greek epic poem-style about her confrontation with her own mortality in the river and how her religious beliefs are thereby challenged and her rage is fanned enough to turn her into a revenant ^_^ ahem ahem

also i think because her main squeeze has a cock people are always making them fuck PIV style and i think that's boring tbh. i mean yes it's fun and sexy and we all love a good dicking down (well many of us) but i like having her and pyrrha fuck queer style because i think it's more reflective of her character to break boundaries, fuck with traditions, be a cunt who devours and circludes, violate the norms of cav-necro penetrative erotics, and aggressively top in pursuit of her own pleasure (in addition to which... well see the last paragraph of my pyrrha answer)

i also didn't even get into the virgin mary thing but in my BOE griddlehark fic i have kind of a marian ancestor worship cult around wake (props to @katakaluptastrophy for providing the thinking behind BOE's animist ancestor worship religion) and in my dactylic hexameter thing i have a big list of epithets by clarissa pinkola estés for the virgin mary/the madonna/the wild mother: obsidian blade... the undoer of knots... she who carries the soul across fenced frontiers... the shirt of arrows... the black madonna...

also listen to this impeccable wake playlist which I'm pretty sure is by @dve if i'm am not mistaken

g1deon

is ofc the dark horse in both the books and the resultant fandom. i've already written at length about what a disservice i feel both the books and fandom have done his character (try clicking 10 random wake/pyrrha fics and NOT finding a scornful comparison of how shitty a lover g1d is or what a douche he is generally as a tactic to differentiate him from pyrrha).

so for me what's important to him, and what defines his character, is the sacrifices he makes for john both pre- and post-rez. he's hector, he's the archangel michael, he's the archetype of warrior manhood !but! in an utterly self-abnegating way. this is one facet of the way john's necromancy takes everything positive (in the +-charged sense, not in the yay happy sense) and turns it inward, perverted, and starved.

unlike a man raised in a patriarchal warrior culture, g1deon has no pride or identity in his kills and the sacrifices he makes to accomplish them, and he has no brotherhood. the two people he truly loved were both women, and he killed them both for the sake of john's goals. and he used to have a brother, even, he and john used to be brothers, but john removed himself from that role w/ g1deon for the pursuit of power.

so any way i choose to depict g1deon will be as 1) someone with dignity and selfhood in a way that the fandom only rarely seems to think he deserves, and 2) someone with a heart who has loved and lost in the name of devotion. not that he's a soft man or that he hasn't done atrocious things in john's name. but it's just to counterbalance his book&fandom portrayal in a way i feel is more fair and interiorizing.

anyway stream swim good that's basically everything I wanted to say about him... i didn't write as much about him in this answer but we really don't get much of him in the books, SMH. I don't like to go too off-piste from canon but I want to take what's there and honor the humanity hidden within it. (I have to guess that we'll have more g1deon in alecto, right? it just wouldn't be fair otherwise, right? ... RIGHT?? T_T)

pyrrha

and you didn't say especially pyrrha but i think that my secret internal moodboard for pyrrha is important as well!!! in my 5 planned pyrrwakeon fics (3 currently pubbed), none are from pyrrha's POV, and that has a twofold purpose. 1) there are already a ton of fics from her POV, as you say, as well as a whole canon novel focused on her, and i want to explore the two under-served points of the love triangle, and 2) i actually really like her as an enigma.

e.g., something people neglect with her a bit i think is her suicidality. how else can you characterize someone who falls in love with landmines? the woman swallowed bleach for god's sake. jury's still out on whether she killed herself or g1deon killed her for their ascension (i have it as her killing herself in my g1dfic but i've been thinking and now i'm not so sure i want to go for that) but if there's one thing we know about pyrrha it's that she fucking loves doing shit that's very dangerous and a horrible idea, partially to feel alive, partially to feel dead and thereby free.

so therefore my theory on her caring for nona, and less so cam & pal, is an uncharacteristic break toward life and hope in the long long slide through samsara as a means of escaping soul death that has been her 9000-year undead existence thus far. but i find the depiction of this facet of her character to be far more compelling from the outside, such as, from wake's POV, or g1deon's.

ALSO SHE WOULD NOT WANT TO BE A MOM OR DAD AND DOES NOT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT BEING A PARENT SORREEEEEEEEE (her "why did you bring along the baby" is about her pity for a helpless creature suffering yet more needless death, not that it's specifically hers and wake's, and her care for gideon nav & nona are on a soft human level despite herself because no one else will and not demonstrative of a secret desire for parenthood STOP MAKING WOMEN CHARACTERS WANT TO BE PARENTS *panting & swallowing bile*)

anywayyyy very very very soon forthcoming to explore this final third of the triangle is my ultimate wake/pyrrha lying liars genderfic in which she, through the proxy of getting fucked by wake, wrestles with her grief over losing both her own body and losing g1deon as her lover/partner/friend. and you can bet wake just looooves being used as a proxy for someone else to work through their issues ^_^

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in conclusion, wake/pyrrha/g1deon is a land of contrasts. let wake have political values, let g1deon be a fucking human being, and stop making pyrrha always top. thank u.

[snowleek]

ok what is harrow picking up at the thrift store if alone vs under duress (accompanied by some motherfucker or two perchance)

alone I think she's picking up anything that looks remotely haunted but won't detract from her overall aesthetic. some sort of spiritual penance like may the dead live through me. also identical black t shirts worn to perfection, so the seams don't bother her.

accompanied by some motherfucker (Gideon): a giant, worn t shirt that goes down to her knees and says BITE RISK, because Gideon thinks it's hilarious and when Harrow says no initially, she starts going pleasepleaseplease really loudly until she caves.

some motherfucker (ianthe): the lowest black heels possible, until they end up fighting and harrow leaves her there. ianthe buys her taller heels and a downright blasphemous dress, which she leaves on her doorstep with a note sealed with a lipstick kiss

[peachpulpeuse]

16, 18, 50!

16. Top 3 pizza toppings. Cheese doesn’t count.

pineapple, pepperoni, banana peppers. next question

18. What’s something you’ve only ever done once and hated every minute of it?

watching the entire run of panty & stocking with garterbelt

50. What was the last animal you touched?

fucking failsauce sorry swing 'n' a miss for both of us it was my stupid piece of shit cat that i hate (ugly chicken) (costco rotisserie chicken that fell on the ground) (cheese feet with awful breath)... i have to go all the way back to 24 hrs ago (last night) to count the cantharid and scarabaeid beetles that i rescued from drowning in the hot tub :-( but/and if we count human animals my husbear was the last ... <3 more recently even than the god awful cat

yet another random ask game

[starsailorstories]

oh HELL yeah lemme get that shade story!!!

Lol posting this beginning after posting 7 Orbits is going to feel like making a pile of poetic introspection with a Stab Line BUT I actually originally made this doc to stash this passage:

Once upon a time there was a little girl and she was good, terribly good, so good the supervisors said follow her number, so good the powers that be could forgive one shade. She spoke perfectly, walked perfectly, thought perfectly, dreamed perfect dreams all night. Someday she’d be everything an umbralis should be: a silence, a space between her lady and the world.

And once upon a time there was a little girl and she was bad, so bad she had to use everything around her to hold herself up in the eyes of the law, not the law of the aula but the law of perfection, the standard that scoured everything raw in the end.

The good little girl and her awful twin grew up, grew older, went far away to the war and then back. They protected each other: the most dependable unit on the tenth interstellar line running distraction, taking the fall; the mistake spared by fate feeding them both on spite and ambition, the stuff it took to survive.

Which one held Bolt’s thigh in the shallow light-dappled pool of the utility room at port? Which bit her fingertips rough as the Anthesphoria went down? Which one sent the message that brought sick consequence to earth?

Who can say?

All Shade knows is that, far away, on a kitchen table under hard yellow light, she laid them both out, kissed them thank-you and goodbye, pulled out her sewing scissors and killed them both dead.

And for a while, she became what that perfect little girl had always wanted to be when she grew up: nothing.

WHEW...however this story which is basically about??? The aftermath of making a drastic change, the joy and depression and doubt and curiosity of that, from Shade’s perspective post vol. 1, ricochets tonally from that to like

“Wasn’t fear I saw in your face under the decks at that officers’ meeting,” she says with a sly glitter in her eyes, pulling the sail aside to nestle completely against Shade’s chest.

Shade tilts Bolt’s face away on her fingertips, as if she can’t look upon her brazenness, laughing until she gasps for air. “SOME of the rumors about you, I’m afraid, were true,” she says. “But only the exciting ones.”

[artemispanthar]

Artie....u the realest one i kno

[elexuscal]

Oooooh "Up Come the Water" for the fic ask!

This is a pretty turn of phrase.... It suggests the end of a long drought, of taking a deep breath after a long dive.

So, maybe this is just me being the blatantly predictable WLW that I am- but I’m feeling something Bismuth/Pearl.

Something about them finally getting their act together after a long period of mutual pining. Bismuth, who didn’t want to pressure Pearl or infringe upon her newfound freedom. Pearl, who figured that the outspoken Bismuth would have just said something, and who wasn’t going to get caught up on the relationships she dreams of having, not anymore, especially not when she has so many other wonderful things in her life these days.

Anyway they sort themselves out and make out and also fuse and their fusion rocks and i don’t make the rules.