....I blame Hayama.
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reenkaI love boys who think they're mean... except they aren't.
It's like they're the living embodiment of a joke-- being one thing and yet unable to stop acting like another. And then, of course, they have to meet the one person who sees right through them, and the drama just multiplies.
That's what it comes down to. Y'know, those arrogant, arm-crossing, pigtail-pulling, whistling-as-they-walk, impossible-to-handle, secretly-rather-sensitive, stupidly-joking, pretentious little boys. Who then get their come-uppance-- from overly-cheerful, at times overly-brainy, definitely overly-righteous, give-as-good-as-they-get, sweetly-smiling-while-they-wreak-some-havoc little girls <3 Or boys <3
I just needed to put that out there. Even seeing an icon of Hayama from Kodocha makes me all AWWWWW<333333 and then I remember HYD & Alice/Rin and it all goes downhill.
See, that's the problem with the polite, distant and rational type of arrogance-- it's just nowhere near as fun or entertaining to watch for long, but especially when it's presented as being part of an adult's being rather than a boy's defensiveness. Who really wants politely cutting sarcasm (in other words, not really funny and more like stuffy, uninspired & limp-wristed) when you could have that essential pinch of barely-contained anger with your sarcasm? I mean, it's hard to draw the line-- both are mean, one is just more obviously meant to provoke & combative. It's that prelude to sharp-witted fighting that I like, so there has to be a chink in the armor. I mean, if you're too 'smooth', then the only fight would be to use other terms entirely rather than fluster or catch you off-guard. There's less potential for back and forth & escalation with the polite thing.
I think in some ways, it's hard to be really funny if you're not mean in some little way in your teasing, and anyone's who's mean is already not very sophisticated and is rather childish & petty. You can be meanly mocking -and- glibly sophisticated, but only if you're ironic about it-- that is, if the sophistication is all a facade, and really you're using it as a weapon-- but on the other hand, if the drollness is all that's there, the sheer emotion behind real meanness goes away, and one can brush it off. Like, if someone sounds attractively bored while they're mocking you, maybe you'll wibble if you're an insecure little girl, but who with an ounce of self-esteem would fall for that?
Though maybe there's some overlap there. Like, what is the difference between Hayama or Rin (who like to play it cool, definitely... so maybe there's that bored thing going on even though they're pestering and taunting, so it's not like they're Tasuki or Kyou from Fruits Basket, who's all... well, forthright with his temper tantrums, which is the opposite) & like... uh, Lestat (for lack of a better comparison). There's a difference, isn't there? It seems important. Maybe it's that Lestat is -too- jaded, too entrenched, too... invulnerable. Like, Hayama likes to cross his arms and look bored, but he's not really bored when it comes to our protagonist or whatever he really cares about. Hayama's just a 'lone wolf', as Sana likes to say, but he's obviously just... abandoned. Lestat's also a 'lone wolf', but he's the one who abandons. That seems important too.
I think a central point of division between the stereotypes in my head is that what I'm drawn to is pretension-- the masking of self. If there's not that pre-existing vulnerable underbelly constantly alluded to (even if it's by being denied), then there's not enough personality layers & complexity to interest me.
Isn't the fun thing about that other stereotype of uber-aristocratic boredly mocking young man that usually he's contrasted with someone earnest and young and impetuous who makes him drop his mean ways and become sincere? (Watch out, it's a Victorian soap opera. Hee.) So there's no more pigtail-pulling, no more silly contests of wit, no more tension-- just the sort of 'winning over' of the jadedly witted smirking one by the impassioned, moral yet enthusiastic one. And then it's over. Curtain falls, the snark is dead. Though I fall for that, especially in HYD, 'cause... I'm a shameless romantic like that. But I still like the beginning more.
The mean little boy never stops snarking or pigtail-pulling even when he's lost & his partner knows the gig is up, having seen his soft little underbelly, though. On a fangirly note, that's why I love![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Omg, Wyv-Kate's nekkid girl!Harry & Draco >:9
It's like they're the living embodiment of a joke-- being one thing and yet unable to stop acting like another. And then, of course, they have to meet the one person who sees right through them, and the drama just multiplies.
That's what it comes down to. Y'know, those arrogant, arm-crossing, pigtail-pulling, whistling-as-they-walk, impossible-to-handle, secretly-rather-sensitive, stupidly-joking, pretentious little boys. Who then get their come-uppance-- from overly-cheerful, at times overly-brainy, definitely overly-righteous, give-as-good-as-they-get, sweetly-smiling-while-they-wreak-some-havoc little girls <3 Or boys <3
I just needed to put that out there. Even seeing an icon of Hayama from Kodocha makes me all AWWWWW<333333 and then I remember HYD & Alice/Rin and it all goes downhill.
See, that's the problem with the polite, distant and rational type of arrogance-- it's just nowhere near as fun or entertaining to watch for long, but especially when it's presented as being part of an adult's being rather than a boy's defensiveness. Who really wants politely cutting sarcasm (in other words, not really funny and more like stuffy, uninspired & limp-wristed) when you could have that essential pinch of barely-contained anger with your sarcasm? I mean, it's hard to draw the line-- both are mean, one is just more obviously meant to provoke & combative. It's that prelude to sharp-witted fighting that I like, so there has to be a chink in the armor. I mean, if you're too 'smooth', then the only fight would be to use other terms entirely rather than fluster or catch you off-guard. There's less potential for back and forth & escalation with the polite thing.
I think in some ways, it's hard to be really funny if you're not mean in some little way in your teasing, and anyone's who's mean is already not very sophisticated and is rather childish & petty. You can be meanly mocking -and- glibly sophisticated, but only if you're ironic about it-- that is, if the sophistication is all a facade, and really you're using it as a weapon-- but on the other hand, if the drollness is all that's there, the sheer emotion behind real meanness goes away, and one can brush it off. Like, if someone sounds attractively bored while they're mocking you, maybe you'll wibble if you're an insecure little girl, but who with an ounce of self-esteem would fall for that?
Though maybe there's some overlap there. Like, what is the difference between Hayama or Rin (who like to play it cool, definitely... so maybe there's that bored thing going on even though they're pestering and taunting, so it's not like they're Tasuki or Kyou from Fruits Basket, who's all... well, forthright with his temper tantrums, which is the opposite) & like... uh, Lestat (for lack of a better comparison). There's a difference, isn't there? It seems important. Maybe it's that Lestat is -too- jaded, too entrenched, too... invulnerable. Like, Hayama likes to cross his arms and look bored, but he's not really bored when it comes to our protagonist or whatever he really cares about. Hayama's just a 'lone wolf', as Sana likes to say, but he's obviously just... abandoned. Lestat's also a 'lone wolf', but he's the one who abandons. That seems important too.
I think a central point of division between the stereotypes in my head is that what I'm drawn to is pretension-- the masking of self. If there's not that pre-existing vulnerable underbelly constantly alluded to (even if it's by being denied), then there's not enough personality layers & complexity to interest me.
Isn't the fun thing about that other stereotype of uber-aristocratic boredly mocking young man that usually he's contrasted with someone earnest and young and impetuous who makes him drop his mean ways and become sincere? (Watch out, it's a Victorian soap opera. Hee.) So there's no more pigtail-pulling, no more silly contests of wit, no more tension-- just the sort of 'winning over' of the jadedly witted smirking one by the impassioned, moral yet enthusiastic one. And then it's over. Curtain falls, the snark is dead. Though I fall for that, especially in HYD, 'cause... I'm a shameless romantic like that. But I still like the beginning more.
The mean little boy never stops snarking or pigtail-pulling even when he's lost & his partner knows the gig is up, having seen his soft little underbelly, though. On a fangirly note, that's why I love
dracolicious <3Omg, Wyv-Kate's nekkid girl!Harry & Draco >:9
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Date: 2004-12-07 10:15 pm (UTC)You might not want to be compared, if you did HAHAHAHAH!
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Date: 2004-12-07 10:20 pm (UTC)...The mere existence of Harry/Lucius fics makes me want to start writing stuff where Harry DISEMBOWELS LUCIUS AND DANCES ON HIS GRAVE, CACKLING. Ahem.
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Date: 2004-12-08 06:12 am (UTC)"What the fuck are you looking at, arsewipe?" he asked, kicking the renmaints of Lucius Malfoy's body for good measure. Malfoy rolled on his front and his kidneys flashed white through the pink bumpy tear in his chest. Harry's nose wrinkled, but Malfoy's own son didn't even react.
He raised his arm in a sort of jerky, weak movement and pointed at Harry's check with his finger. His arm didn't tremble as Harry expected, which disappointed him somewhat.
He felt his cheek; something spongy and greasy went away, and it took it a moment of eye-scrunching to realise what it was. "Malfoy brains," he said, but he had to swallow to fight off a weave of nausea.
That made him even agrier. "Stand up, Malfoy," he hissed wiping his fingers clean on his robe. "On your fucking feet I said!" He shook his head and knelt, pulling at the father's arm violently and tearing away the red hair from his bracelet. It made a dry cracking sound, and Harry's eyes narrowed and went on the son again.
Malfoy was curling on his side, following Harry's inspection of the body in terror, like he was not capable of looking away. Stupid pussy. This was not the time for being a prude, not that Malfoy was capable of acting in a way that wouldn't piss Harry off in any given situation.
Harry stood up and was on him in a rush, dragging him on his feet even while Malfoy was trying to curl father in the wall to avoid his hands. Harry slapped him, and Malfoy gasped just chocked, stumbling backwards before he finally leaned his hands on the wall behind him.
Harry's lip curled when his eyes widened again, looking at the mutilated body of his father. "Catching up finally, Malfoy? That's what I do to beasts who rape and kill my friends because the baby they're carrying is a half-blood. Thought it was funny when Daddy told you about his crusade, didn't you? Well, he's not even started to pay."
Malfoy had started to tremble, and when he dropped his head, shaking it like a madman, Harry grabbed his chin and pulled him up and close. Malfoy's teeth clanked at the brutal handling and Harry smirked, not feeling happy in the slightest. He felt like crying again, Malfoy was so revolting.
"You stupid spineless bully. I'm going to remove the silver spoon from your arse if it's the last thing I do." Malfoy's eyes were blank, almost shining in their dullness, bottomless with evil and paralized in his frenzy trembling body. Like a rat. "Look at your Daddy now, and imagine him ten times more tortured, and imagine Ginny's body there in his place, and then you have it. That's what he deserved, too bad the snake didn't have any fucking resistence when he's not fighting pregnant women."
Malfoy pucked over his robes.
Harry took a step back while Malfoy shook and fell on his knees, the sound coming from his snapping throat pitched and rasping. Harry looked away. "He had not even started to get what he deserves." The stench of the father's body fluids and the son's vomit was sickening. "You're going to pay that debt for him."
Malfoy just continued pucking.
After a while, Harry got tired of waiting, and kicked the nearest wall as hard as he could, yelling. Then he turned on his heels and went off the cellar, his boots clicking coldly on the muddy stones.
Colin was waiting outside, his childlike face pale and stony. "Malfoy's ill. When he's finished bathing in his own vomit, bring him to my rooms." Colin looked at him from inside his carved eyesockets. "Malfoy Junior, I meant."
Colin nodded and went back to looking at the stairs. Harry's boots clicked again when he climbed them to get away from the hell in those cellars as fast as he could. The red hair in his hands felt dried up and dead. No stench.
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Date: 2004-12-08 12:55 pm (UTC)I guess I/Harry didn't really mean that. About the grave-dancing and mutilating ^^;; That was...disturbing >
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Date: 2004-12-08 01:24 pm (UTC)*comfort porn (http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2152846/1/)*
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Date: 2004-12-08 02:26 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-12-08 06:13 am (UTC)