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full of rage and dangerously stupid

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| Ren | NB | they/them | 28 | Birdflash has consumed my life.

Watercolour Series.

Words: 15k Status: In Progress Rating: Explicit Relationship: Dick Grayson/Wally West, BatFamily

Summary:

A threat against the Wayne Family arises, one that forces them into hiding. Stuck out in a cabin hidden in the mountains of Montana, Dick has to juggle keeping his family from tearing itself apart, missing his fiance like crazy, and a mystery that has plagued him all his life.

Chapter Two Excerpt:

“So, it’s a passive threat,” Damian said. “Something to let you know that someone is watching. How do we know this isn’t a juvenile prank?”
Tim rolled his eyes. “For over ten years?”
“It could be a copy cat,” Jason suggested. “Someone trying to get Bruce Wayne’s attention.”
Bruce shook his head. “The incident was never publicized. No one else could have known.”
Tim’s brows furrowed. “When did the first one appear?” he asked.
Bruce hesitated. It was only for a second, but Dick saw it. That vein practically jumped out from under his skin. “The first bird was left at the door exactly two weeks after the night I-”
“The night he found me at the docks,” Dick cut in without looking at him. Even still, he could feel Bruce’s eyes on him. His brothers and sister, even Selina, all turned to him. It was a small mercy, saving Bruce from having to admit that it was him, but it was one he was more than ready to offer. That night was still an open sore than had never quite closed. “We were on patrol, I went after a perp on my own and got shot at close range,” Dick said. They’d all heard the story before, the version that Dick told when their curious eyes first found that particular starburst scar on his abdomen. “And it wasn’t just a bird,” he continued. “It was a Robin.”
That certainly changed the air in the room. Until then, the incidents may still have been played off as a singular threat against the Waynes. Nothing terribly new. Now, the connection to their alternate identities was too close to dismiss. Someone out there knew who they were, and while they weren’t going to the trouble of exposing them.
“There is only one thing I know for certain,” Bruce’s voice broke the silence like a battering ram. “This is a long game. And they’ve just made their move.”

Good old fashioned family fun time begins.

me: *writes fic*

me: great! time to post to ao3-

ao3 summary box: *exists*

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Ooh, this is actually kinda a neat thing, because you can think of it as a checklist:

  • Who: Main character(s)
  • Why: Character goal or desire (stated)
  • Why: Character need (implied)
  • When: Inciting Incident
  • What: Means (that achieves the goal/need)
  • Where: Place A >> Place B
  • How: The Plan
  • Obstacle(s): antagonist or challenge

For example:

  • Who: Bilbo Baggins, a respectable hobbit of Hobbiton
  • Why: Treasure, wealth (stated)
  • Why: Adventure, self-respect (implied)
  • When: After supper
  • What: Quest
  • Where: Hobbiton >> The Lonely Mountain
  • How: A company of dwarves, a wizard, and an ancient map and key
  • Main antagonist(s): a dragon

Thus, in less than 100 words:

  • Bilbo Baggins is a respectable hobbit in Hobbiton, never making any trouble or having any adventures. But when a wizard and a company of dwarves invite themselves to dinner, Bilbo finds himself joining their quest from the shires of Hobbiton to the legendary Lonely Mountain, the home of a long lost treasure, and quite, possibly, a dragon.  

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The Anatomy of Story by John Truby is a really good book by the by, if anyone’s interested in this sort of thing.

This is super helpful!’

Anonymous asked:

Can you tell me why Frodo is so important in lotr? Why can't someone else, anyone else, carry the ring to mordor?

but someone else could.

that’s the whole point of frodo—there is nothing special about him, he’s a hobbit, he’s short and likes stories, smokes pipeweed and makes mischief, he’s a young man like other young men, except for the singularly important fact that he is the one who volunteers. there is this terrible thing that must be done, the magnitude of which no one fully understands and can never understand before it is done, but frodo says me and frodo says I will.

(when boromir is thinking of how he can use the ring to defend gondor, when aragorn is thinking of how it brought down proud isildur, when elrond is holding council and gandalf is thinking of how twisted he would become, if he ever dared—)

but then there’s frodo, who desires nothing except what he has already left behind him, and says, I will take the Ring.

it is an offer made out of absolute innocence, utter sincerity. It is made without knowing what it will make of him—and frodo loses everything to the ring, he loses peace and himself and the shire, he loses the ability to be in the world. It’s cruel, the ring is cruel, it searches out every weakness you have and feeds on it, drinks you dry and fills you with its poison instead, the ring is so cruel.

and frodo picks it up willingly. for no other reason except that it has to be done.

(the ring warps boromir into a hopeless grasping dead thing, the power of the palantir turns denethor into an old man, jealous and suspicious, it bends even saruman, once the proudest of the istari, into a mechanised warlord, sitting in his fortress and bent over his perverse creations—all the best of intentions, laid waste)

but there’s a reason gollum exists in the narrative, which is to show—well, to show what frodo might have been. because even as frodo grows mistrustful and wearied, as the burden of this ring grows heavier and heavier, he is never gollum. he is gentle to gollum. he is afraid—god frodo is so afraid for 2/3 of these books he is so tired and afraid, but he keeps moving, he walks though it would pull him into the ground, because he asked for this, he said he would.

someone else could have carried the ring to mordor, I suppose. the idea of a martyr is not dependent on the particular flesh and blood person dying for some greater purpose. but such a thing has to be chosen, lifted onto your shoulders for the right reason, the truest reasons, and followed into the dark, though it would see you burnt through and bled out.

I will take the Ring, though I do not know the way.

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y'know say what you want about tumblr (and I have), but this is still probably the simplest and most powerful distillation of the heart of the Lord of the Rings I’ve ever read. I think back to it all the time