#burlesque-articulation

We got some silk!

favorite thing about them: i have to pick one thing??? okay uh god. i guess like.. how brave and selfless he is like when he had the chance to get his body back and like, he didnt know if he would ever get that chance again but he gave it up bc he wanted to be helpful in the final battle FUCK im tearing up just THINKING abt that and thats just one example. also how much he loves cats, bc like, mood

least favorite thing about them: how often i have cried over how much i love him

favorite line: … does ‘FUCK YEAH’ count bc if not i have such a bad memory so. rip

brOTP: obvs him and ed but also him and winry

OTP: i dont really have one??? him and happiness. him and getting to pet fifty cats. him and apple pie. that works

nOTP: other than u know the obvious™ bad shit i cant really… think of any. im not aggressively for or against any non-shitty al ships i dont think rip

random headcanon: post promised day he alternates between incredibly touch starved and incredibly overstimulated so hell be like clinging on for dear life to ed or winry or whoevers closest and then itll be too much™ and hell push them away and shit. they understand tho

unpopular opinion: idk??? im not a huge shipper of almei personally so that probably counts. its not at notp status tho i just dont… care abt it all that much klsdjfkld

song i associate with them: this and this (the second one is just. me being sappy tho fjdfhdj)

my piece for @borderlandsbigbang and @burlesque-articulation‘s amazing epic tale “self preservation” starring everyone’s favorite rapscallion, davis pickle!

BLBB: https://borderlandsbigbang.tumblr.com/post/168371755001/self-preservation-burlesquearticulation

1: what inspires you?

Lots of things inspire me! A significant portion of things I write are inspired by fanart, but I’ve also picked up inspiration for different things from music or movies or prompt memes or random conversations.

I’d say the common thread, though, is the dynamic between characters. There has to be an element of tension there to really grab my interest, and I think that’s one of the reasons I’ve written so much for so long for Rhys and Jack - especially given the range Rhys is given in TFTBL, you can make them fit together a lot of different ways, and explore a lot of different dynamics.

34: a scene/paragraph you wrote that you’re proud of

I am really fond of this scene from The High Road is Hard to Find: 

Then there’s a day where he wakes up in the desert and he doesn’t know who he is.

He knows he’s not on Helios; the bright sunlight piercing his eyelids gives that away. He rolls over and cracks his eyes - the morning disorientation usually goes away after a bit, he just needs a few second to adjust. He’s lying in the shelter of a billboard listing gently in the sand. It’s seen better days but it’s still intact enough to keep him out of the wind. He sits up, blinking to help clear the cobwebs, and the faded paint-job swims into focus.

Handsome Jack welcomes you to Paradise Crossing , the sign reads, and that’s his face up there, larger than life, but that’s not him, that’s not him-

He scrambles backwards until his back hits an outcropping of rock, eyes fixed on that face. That is his face, he recognizes it from the mirror - doesn’t he? - but that’s not his name - isn’t it? - and that’s when a shadow falls over him and he hears the distinctive click of a safety coming off.

Instinct takes over.

He lashes out behind himself, catching a leg and pulling the bandit down on top of him. They roll together for a few bumpy seconds, elbows and fists flying, but he makes sure he comes out on top and in possession of the gun. He pauses, breath heaving but pistol aimed steadily at the bandit’s face, which is rapidly paling.

“H-h-handsome Jack sir! I-I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was you -” He realizes his goggles have broken and his scarf is loose around his neck, but the bandit’s words bring a wash of clarity.

“Wrong,” Timothy says, and pulls the trigger.

One of the most interesting things to me about Timothy Lawrence is his relationship with Jack, and in this fic it’s something Timothy really struggles with - the constant invalidation of his own identify, and layering over himself with Jack. In this fic Timothy is attempting to reclaim himself the only way he feels is left to him, and this is a moment - and not the first one, either - where he temporarily loses his grip on it.

Completely valid! Hey, we patched a lore hole!