“I want a little sugar in my bowl”: narrative deconstruction in “A Series of Unfortunate Events”
Earlier this year (Link), we presented the first half
of our takedown on the sugar bowl mystery. Now that we’ve gotten all the plot
elements out of the way, it’s time to approach the solution in on a literary
level. If there is, indeed, a solution to the sugar bowl mystery, what kind of
solution a writer such as Daniel Handler would choose? Studying the series on a
more thematical level gives very interesting results. If there’s one thing “A
Series Of Unfortunate” does well, it’s making sure that the narrative fits the
narration, that the plot fits the style (and vice-versa). Lemony Snicket uses
absurdist humor, and his characters live in an absurd world.
We can’t prove that the sugar bowl really is
empty, of course. What we can prove, however, is that an empty sugar bowl
wonderfully suits the hallmarks that made “A Series Of Unfortunate Events” such a
Next year when I live in my own apartment I’m going to buy a really ornate sugar bowl and keep it somewhere where everyone who walks in can see it and I’ll never touch it, never look at it, never say anything about it, but if anyone reaches for it I’ll slap their hand away and say “NO YOU CAN’T HAVE THE SUGAR BOWL IT’S MINE, DO YOU KNOW WHAT I HAD TO GO THROUGH TO FIND THIS THING?????”
Summary: Your sugar daddy, RIchard Speight Jr, finally asked you to sleep with him. Word count: 2045 Warnings: Smut, Dick’s big dick A/N: Special thanks to my wifey @pepperwoodatnight for beta’ing and helping me come up with ideas when I got stuck xoxo
Richard smiled and pushed you down against the mattress gently, leaning down to kiss you passionately. You let your hands roam his back and shoulders, then you tugged at his shirt. “Want this off…” you mumbled against his lips, and he pulled off. “You sure?” “Of course I’m sure, silly.” You ran your hands down his sides, over his stomach and up his chest. “I want to see you.”
Rich nodded and pulled his shirt over his head, and you bit back a moan at the sight. He sat back on his heels and ran a hand through his hair as your eyes roamed his torso. “Fucking perfect,” you whispered and pulled him back down onto you, kissing him hard. He moaned into your mouth and grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling your head up to give him a better angle as his other hand went to your side, and under your shirt.
Summary: Your second date with your Sugar Daddy, Richard Speight Jr, is at his place, for a barbecue, and you meet his friends. Word count: 2270 Warnings: Asshole!Rob Benedict, pre-smut, mini bit of angst
Your voice was low and soft. “Right now?” Rich asked. You looked at his hand on your thigh. Just the feel of it almost had you wetting your panties. He had such great hands. You nodded. “No, I can’t,” he said, and your heart dropped, “Oh. Okay.” “I have to be up early tomorrow. But I was thinking… I want you to come to a barbecue with me. It’s at my house, and uh…” He smiled. “Then I want you to stay,” he finished. You smiled back and nodded.
“Sounds good. When is it?” “Next Saturday.” “I’ll be there.” “Great. I’ll transfer the money to your account tomorrow, that okay?” he asked and squeezed your thigh. You were so turned on that all you could do was nod. Richard chuckled and let go.
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~ Sugar(series): Struggling with the pressures of running a bakery in New York City, [Y/N] [Y/L/N] is your average, flour-covered baker. Bucky Barnes is your no nonsense, sugar-hating guy. What happens when the two get closer than Fate intends for them to?
Dirty Talk -(Smut) - Negan’s lieutenant won’t punish the community she’s been put in charge of, so Negan punishes her instead.
Fruit of the Dead -(Fluff / Light Smut) -
She lives in a community called Terra and grows food with her mother. When Negan sees her playing in the woods, he knows he has to have her. This fic is written to mirror the myth of Hades and Persephone.