#Gil runs right into him like FUCK

[softquietsteadylove]

Hey i know you already make a Thenamesh hunger games au and i just can't keep my mind of it specially now, Can we ask for a part 2 of it maybe when they already in the battle field.

Ikaris was not invincible. None of them were. Thena said so herself.

Gil stared him down, his chest heaving from running through this bizarre fabrication of a tropical jungle. He needed fresh water - any water - and fast. And now he was facing down by far the deadliest tribute in here.

Well, maybe the second deadliest.

"Oi," Ikaris tipped his chin at him, "tadpole."

Gil almost rolled his eyes before he remembered his order to never take his eyes off the enemy. He gulped. Ikaris was not invincible. Ikaris had a terrible temper.

"You volunteered, right?--for your nerd brother," Ikaris grinned at him, completely menacing. He certainly had the handsomeness and charm of a Capitol trained career tribute. "Y'know my bitch companion volunteered for her brother, too. She's the reason I'm in here."

Ikaris had a terrible temper. He was easily baited. Gil gulped, "I-I thought you careers all wanted the chance to fight in the Games."

"Yeah but not 'cause blondie got me stuck here."

Thena was right, Ikaris would kill anyone, and she was top of his list.

Gil kept his weight on his feet light. He wasn't as agile as Thena, but he knew he was definitely stronger than Ikaris. Ikaris had showy muscles for a specific strength, but Gil was certain he could out strong-arm him. It was the murdering that Ikaris would have the upper hand in.

"I've seen 'er talk to you," Ikaris continued. "You know where she is?"

Gil's blood chilled. That was why Ikaris hadn't launched a spear right through his heart on sight. He was hunting for Thena - his biggest competition - first. "No."

"What'd she promise you?" Gil didn't like the smirk on his face. "A li'l, uh, fun, eh?"

Gil's stomach twisted.

"You help me find her," Ikaris fixed his cold blue eyes on him, "I'll let you make good on that promise."

"I know she'd launch herself out of the arena before she would let you touch her."

Ikaris had a terrible temper, and the effect was obvious and immediate. He snarled, baring his teeth.

Taunt him, tease him, anything necessary, Gil heard in Thena's voice. He glared at him more, "that what pisses you off the most? That Thena doesn't care for your Golden Boy act? That she's the only girl in the world who doesn't want a damn thing to do with you?!"

"Shut your filthy mouth, you loach!"

Gil gripped Ikaris' arms as he charged in at him. Thena was right about his technique being simple and sloppy, too. He used brute strength, but he didn't have skill like she had. Gil had sparred with her a few times during assessments; Ikaris was nothing in comparison. Heavier, but nothing.

In retrospect, it was probably Thena doing him a favor and letting him show off his strength, even then. She had a weird way of looking out for him, and he only hoped he would get to pay it back somehow.

Gil twisted Ikaris' arm around, wrenching his wrist the wrong way and stealing his spear for himself. This would help him fish if there was any water to be found at all in this hell.

"Coward!" Ikaris roared at him as he scrambled to pursue him, injured or not.

Gil kept running. He didn't want to kill anyone in here. Not even Ikaris.

"Get back here!"

Gil squeezed his eyes shut. Ikaris was faster than he was. He sprinted harder, but he had been running this whole time. He didn't have the stamina of someone who had trained for this their whole life.

"Open your eyes!"

Gil skidded to a stop, slipping slightly on the jungle floor. He twisted to look behind him, vines and leaves in his way. He saw a flash of gold, and Ikaris a few paces behind him. Then Ikaris had a knife in his shoulder. Two--three knives driven into Ikaris' already injured side threw him to the ground.

"Move!" Thena turned, screaming at him over the drum of blood in his ears. She reached out, gripping the shoulder of his sparkly uniform suit and dragging him with her. "Come on!"

Gil let her basically drag him with her. He looked at her hand. She had her knives, a blade of any kind being her signature weapon of choice.

"Gil!" she barked at him, pulling him behind a tree and shaking him. "Look at me!"

He blinked, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. He had been fighting Ikaris. But now he was looking at Thena, with her blonde hair in a tight braid, her pretty green eyes, her pale skin. He was in the jungle, with Thena.

"Gilgamesh," she shook him again. This was why Kingo told him that Thena had so much skill; she didn't have the personality for tribute gifts. She was beautiful, though. "Gilgamesh, look at me and listen."

"I am listening."

"Where are you?"

"The Capitol," he repeated dumbly, just staring at her. But the edges of his vision were coming back, slowly. "The Games--the dome."

"Where is your home?"

"District 4." Home, in his little shack he shared with Phastos, Dad buried on the island and barely scraping by, just the two of them.

"Who are you here for?"

"My brother." Phastos wasn't a Fighter. He was a Thinker--he was gentle hearted, and kind, and he wouldn't have survived in here. Phastos had someone who loved him. Phastos had found love, somehow, in a world like this--a love that was already hard enough. "I'm here for my brother."

"Good." She nodded sharply, slapping him on the arm. She had a sparkly jumpsuit on too, but hers looked better than the rest, Gil thought. She gripped the two - mismatched - knives in her hands. "Let's go."

"Thena," he blinked.

"Here." She said it softer, pulling out a tiny canister from the side pocket on her leg. "It's not much, but there was some rain dripping off the tip of the cornucopia."

Gil gulped down what little water it was. She was right it wasn't much, but by all the districts it was more than he'd had, and he needed it.

"We have to keep moving."

Gil swiped at his chin and licked his lips, eager for every little drop. He looked at Thena's back as she started walking ahead of him, head twitching every which way to keep a lookout for them. "Please tell me you had some of that too."

Thena didn't even look over her shoulder at him. "Have you found any food?"

That was a no. Gil huffed, gripping the spear he had gotten from Ikaris. "I was looking for water. Even if there are weeds at the bottom, I can make us something edible."

That did get her attention. She nodded, saving her words and moving along.

"You're here for Druig," Gil said, and finally got to see some sort of human reaction from her. "That's what you keep telling yourself, right?"

Thena pushed some foliage out of their way, seeming to head in a very determined direction. "Might help keep you sane."

Gil understood that well. He cleared his throat, making sure not to trip on any roots or get caught on any vines. "Phastos...he's really nice. He's funny, too. He's not that strong a swimmer, but he, uh, he like--he invents stuff? Like h-he made a contraption that helps us get the nets in faster. Like an engine that makes the arm on the boat into a fishing rod reel."

Thena paused, holding a leaf up for him to follow. She was smiling. "He sounds like a good kid, Gil."

He smiled at her too, holding up the leaf for himself. She was shorter now that he was closer to her. "What's your brother like?"

Thena waited, really seeming like she was debating answering him at all. But she sliced through a vine in front of them and sighed. "Druig is four years younger than me. He shouldn't have been in the draw to begin with, he was just born early."

He was born early, and already as young as he could be to be in the draw--no wonder she had volunteered for him without hesitation.

"We have no one else," she said more quietly, looking around again. "I made Ajak promise me that if I died, that she would make sure he was taken care of."

"I'm sure he will be," Gil said quickly. They were pretty hollow words. But he meant them all the same. She looked at him just the way he would expect, too. But he smiled, "if he's as smart as you say he is, right?"

That seemed to surprise her. She smiled again, that pretty one that made her a crowd favourite. She smiled with her teeth; he thought it was cute. "Smarter."

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

can i request a one shot where reader has been friends with everyone in cousins for a while and has been around to see everything happen (susannah dying, the love triangle between belly, conrad and jere). fast forward to when conrad leaves the motel, he goes to reader after and they end up falling for eachother over time and reader shows conrad the love and support he deserves, and understands what he’s going through💞

A bit short, but I'm in a spooky autumn mood and these characters scream summer. Please send spooky/autumn requests

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‘’She chose him and now I can’t fucking breathe,’’ Conrad said as you sat together on your couch. He rubbed his chest with the heel of his palm and your heart shattered. 

He had showed up at your door unannounced a little over an hour ago, backpack over his shoulder and looking like he'd been run over by a truck. His eyes were red, like he had been crying. You took him inside without asking questions, knowing he needed a shoulder to lay his tired head on. 

You listened as Conrad recounted everything that happened since they took the road to Brown. His plan to tell Belly he still loved her. The kiss against his car. The motel. 

‘’I gave her so many signs that I still loved her, but she didn't hear me. She could have turned this around and we could have fixed our relationship, but she chose Jere. So I let her go.’’ 

You reached out to squeeze his hand, the one that wasn’t on his chest. 

The situation between Belly and the Fisher boys was incredibly messy. She was your friend and you could understand that feelings were difficult at that age, but juggling between Conrad and Jeremiah’s hearts was just hurtful for everyone involved. Just because she was confused with who she wanted, who she loved, didn’t mean she had to get a taste of both before making a choice. 

Conrad released a shaky breath, trying to control his emotions and not have another panic attack. ‘’I’m sorry for dumping all of this on you. I didn’t know where else to go…’’ 

You shook your head, dismissing his apologies. ‘’I’d rather you come and pour your little heart out to me than go through everything on your own and mope.’’

‘’I don’t mope by myself—’’ 

You raised an eyebrow playfully, cutting him off.

‘’Maybe I do…’’ he conceded with a defeated sigh. 

Keeping everything inside had always been Conrad's way of coping. He rarely talked to anyone about himself or how he felt. It wasn't the healthiest approach, and you knew it, but you also understood that you couldn't force him to open up.

‘’Do you have a place to stay tonight?’’ 

Conrad sank deeper into the couch cushions, having not thought ahead. When he left the motel, he told his brother he was going to take a bus to Cousins to get the summer house back together, but he impulsively came here instead. 

‘’You can stay if you want. There’s no one in the guest room,’’ you offered.

‘’Thanks. For real.’’ He gave you a soft smile, grateful for everything. ‘’I don’t know what I would’ve done today if you had not been there.’’

‘’I’m always gonna be there for you, Con,’’ you promised, returning a smile. ‘’Right now, it might be raining, but there'll be happiness after her. Someone will turn your gray sky and paint it blue again.’’

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[rottenpumpkin13]

The entire Shinra building's air conditioning has broken down during a summer heat wave. What happens and how would everyone manage and keep cool?

• Sephiroth takes initiative to keep everyone cool. He instructs the other SOLDIERs to use materia to start insulating the walls and ceiling of the levels with ice.

*Sephiroth is supervising the lower classes as they work. Angeal walks through the door and immediately, violently slips on the ice*

Angeal: !?

Sephiroth: Mind the ice on the ground.

Angeal: Sephiroth, this is so dangerous. Imagine if someone hits their head on the ground. They could get seriously hurt!

Sephiroth: Which is why I'm warning people before tragedy occurs.

*Genesis walks through the door, also violently slips on the ice*

Genesis: !?

Sephiroth: Be careful, it's slippery.

Angeal: Warning people after they have already slipped does nothing.

Sephiroth: You're right. I should be warning people to walk slower, as that will give them enough time to heed my warning about the ice.

*Zack runs through the door, slips on the ice, slides across the room, and hits the wall*

Sephiroth: Don't run!

Angeal: For fucks sake

• Genesis finds the heat intensely irritating and decides to use materia to make snow cones and popsicles for everyone. He thinks that there is nothing better than watching people eat and enjoy something he created, and it almost makes up for the intense heat.

Genesis: Would you like a popsicle?

Zack: Sure!

Genesis: I used apple juice to make them, which effectively lowers the body's internal temperature through heat absorption. It's the least I can do to help.

Zack, eating the popsicle: You're right. I feel cooler already. You're so thoughtful!

Genesis: That'll be 500 gil.

*Zack starts choking on the popsicle*

Genesis: Debit or credit?

*Zack is turning blue*

Genesis: Life insurance check it is.

• Zack uses materia to turn the 49th level into a winter wonderland.... because it's a smart thing to do... definitely not to keep Cloud happy. Nope. His need to keep Cloud comfortable has nothing to do with it...

Zack: Look, Cloud, I made a snowman! Isn't he cute?

Cloud: ........ you've never made a snowman in your life, have you?

Zack: Well no, but I think I did a pretty good job.

Cloud: Zack, your snowman has long hair, a black leather coat, a katana, and I feel like if I ask what those two buttons are doing over his chest, you're going to tell me that they're nipples and I'm going to feel uncomfortable.

Zack: Leave snowman-roth alone. He's kind.

• Angeal does the sensible thing and summons Shiva to help him keep cool.

*Sephiroth and Genesis see Angeal walking around with Shiva trailing after him*

Genesis: Ugh, why didn't I think of that? Summoning a goddess to help me manage in this insufferable heat sounds divine.

Angeal: Yeah, and she's really nice too when she's not using her powers.

*Shiva offers him a can of juice*

Angeal: She kind of reminds me of my mom and the things she used to do back in Banora when it was really hot.

*Shiva applies a damp washcloth on his head*

Angeal: Anyway, see you guys.

*They walk away*

Sephiroth:

Genesis:

Sephiroth: Hm

Genesis: Don't even think about it.

[annoyinglandmagazine]

So I’ve been thinking about my female Caranthir agenda, specifically in relation to the thing about lembas being the queen’s purview and the only thing the elves seem to have rigid gender roles over. Lembas is indicated to be pretty important but the Noldor in Beleriand didn’t have a queen so who would be in charge of the distribution of it?

If Caranthir was a woman and Lalwen and Findis did not exist (like in the Silm version of canon) I think there’s a real case to be made that the position would go to her because, as the Feanorians (mainly Celegorm and Curufin because they’re petty as fuck) insist, Maedhros abdicated the position of High King; nothing was ever said about their other titles and as the eldest grandaughter of Finwë Caranthir is the highest ranking nís of the Noldor and in the absence of Fingolfin’s wife the essential roles of a queen are her right.

It’s not as if there are too many other candidates either, I can’t see Aredhel or Galadriel, since she’d be off in Doriath and very much not looking to be involved further in Noldorin politics, fighting for the position (again, how are there so few women in this family? How does that even happen? There are fourteen grandchildren of Finwë. I’d need to make all the Arafinweans and Nolofinweans women just to make it equal.) so Fingolfin doesn’t really have any alternatives to suggest.

So they end up in a situation where the High King of the Noldor is a Nolofinwean but there is now a precedent for the position of Massánië (the Quenya for the queen’s role as breadgiver) of the Noldor to stay in the eldest line of Finwë’s sons when the High King doesn’t have a wife, meaning that suddenly female descendants of Feanor are technically higher ranking than any of the male ones. No Feanorian High Queen can inherit the crown of the Noldor because that would be counted as the same as the Kingship covered in the abdication but the position of Massánië has become isolated from that of the queen and in a technical sense ranks just below a Crown Prince or Princess.

This isn’t of particular importance to Caranthir but you know she is exploiting the complete fucking life out of having all her kin dependent on her for yet another valuable resource, as if all the trade routes weren’t enough. The taxes on lembas going to Dorothion are extortionate. In his letters to his cousins Maedhros responds that he cannot interfere with his sister’s independent role and it is entire her own initiative to do what she wishes in this particular area.

In his letters to Caranthir he is giving her very useful advice on how to use this tactically to best strengthen their factions’ economy based on his knowledge of political situations and sometimes when someone (often Celegorm) pisses him off. This makes the top three of schemes Maedhros and Caranthir are running through their encrypted letters to each other that though unbeknownst to the rest of Beleriand have ridiculously wide reaching effects on the entire economic and geopolitical landscape. They make a scarily good (if slightly less malicious than C and C’s) team.

(Also down the line this could be another title for a genderqueer Elrond to be playing hot potato with because they can’t even use being adopted by the Feanorians that abdicated as an excuse here and it in fact only bolsters their pre-existing claim as Idril’s descendant. If they end up accepting it they and Gil Galad would seize the opportunity to be more ambiguous about their relationship than they already are as half their own court doesn’t even know if Elrond has accepted the position based on lineage or whether they’re now Gil Galad’s consort. The foreign diplomats and future historians have no idea what was going on. Gil Galad does not help matters by using every opportunity to refer to Elrond, maybe teasingly, maybe not, as his queen.)

[finitevoid]

d3 script doctor

ben and mal are being pressured to get married after they turn 18 because it would endear the other royals in auradon to the idea of the fact that the isle kids can be rehabilitated; mal being such a success in rehabilitation that the king marries her is a big deal. however shes not really being prepared sufficiently for the political side of things, just the appearance stuff. so when shes in the war room with beast belle & fg, they start really unsubtly pressuring her.

wouldnt it be safer if the barrier was shut forever? we're in danger right now. Mal. Mal, what do you think .?

and she chooses to close the barrier because if its a choice between her gang's safety vs. a bunch of random people on the isle, shes going to choose her gang no contest. ben throws a HUGE hissy fit and completely loses his mind. im talking yelling, maybe a little crying. this is his dream and hes the king but hes being strongarmed into this decision; beast belle & fg are using mal as their scapegoat, like look, shes from the isle and she agrees. and ben should say something like, shes from the isle, of course she agrees.

yowch.

ben stays with mal instead of turning into a beast for some reason. when the core 4 meet up with the sea 3 hes the one playing peacemaker while evie giggles cutely in the back about shrimps and chaos. evie is the first to come around to his peacemaking however, shes totally on board to work with the sea 3 but everytime she sidles up to be on ben's peacemaking side she has to school her expression into a not-laugh. she claps her hands like a youth counselor and suggests icebreaker games just to see the looks on everyones faces at the sheer ridiculousness of it. shes fucking with everyone

instead of coralling the sea 3, the core 4 slide back into old isle ways. theyre meaner, louder, brasher. when the sea 3 start stealing stuff the only reason jay fights it is because he doesnt like harry and he wants him to suffer. instead of being surprised at gil's delight, jay is nostalgic and charmed, and shows him more things that he wouldnt know about. carlos threatens to bite someone. etc

hannah is the girl's dorms RA

instead of just saving audrey's life the plan is to save her from death and then throw her on the isle (a fun foil to FG and beast creating the isle! yay). but the big blowout fight she had with her gang and uma pushes mal to see past her own selfishness. so she very publically drops her political clout persona, stands up for the isle, and when beast and belle try to stop her, she stomps on their metaphorical toes and tells them to shut up.

FG doesnt give up her wand, but the core 4 know without having to be told to chase and corner her into giving it up. (i think carlos should do this). jay is the one who presents her with the wand. then they stand in a line and break the barrier

the final shots are a lingering, contemplative scene in which the core 4 agree that they'll protect people from the violence that will be razed down by the newly freed isle residents, and then, lAst one to the hideouts a rotten apple!!!!!!!!!!!!! running off into the sunset

everything else can stay the same

[rjthirsty]

Deepthroat

Chevalier/Gilbert

Word count: 1200

CW: lots of cock, we gonna get right into it, no warm up, it's so gay

“It's the same as how I did you.” Gilbert stroked his cock with his gloved hand, precum starting to bead on his tip.

Chevalier sat next to Gil, watching as he rubbed himself, considering the request Gil had made of him. It would be another first for him, though it didn't seem like it was a first for Gilbert. The way Gil had taken his dick in his mouth was not soon forgotten, even if he didn't have an eidetic memory. So wet and warm, it was better than kissing the other man.

His cock was growing hard from thinking about it. Though his erection could also be because Gilbert was clearly in the mood for sexual gratification, and he couldn't deny that fucking him was a pleasurable experience. It was something he considered doing again. It was the reason he had met the man out here in the abandoned church.

“If you're not certain you can manage, I'd be willing to train you.” Gil smiled with a dangerous glint in his eye.

“That won't be necessary.” Chev quickly squashed the idea. “You demonstrated once, I can manage if I choose to.”

“Ahaha. If you say so.” Gil squeezed his cock in his fist, twisting slightly at the wrist. “And?”

Chev’s eyes were drawn to the slow movement of his hand. He wanted to be the one stroking Gil’s dick. He wanted to pull the other man into his lap and jerk him off until Gil turned into a mess. Until he was humbled and pathetic and couldn’t manage to hold control even if he wanted to. That idea was enticing. Getting on his knees for Gilbert, on the other hand, wasn’t as enticing. And yet… he was interested.

“Annoying.” Chev huffed as he moved from next to Gil on the bench to the floor between Gil’s boots. The black tiger spread his knees, his heavy boots squelching along the tiled floor, giving Chev room to move closer. He relinquished his cock, and Chev sat there for several seconds, working through his own head on how to go about giving him head.

“Put your hand on my thigh. It’ll give you something to hold onto.” Gilbert tapped his right thigh, offering instruction despite Chev’s previous decline for none.

Chevalier glared up at Gil, something that seemed to please him by the way his smile grew wider. Ultimately, he relented and obeyed, setting one hand on Gil’s thigh, the other he wrapped around the base of Gil’s cock and slowly moved his face closer. Gingerly, he parted his lips and licked the tip of Gil’s dick. It was a cursory test to see if there was a taste associated with it, and while there was the saltiness of the precum that had beaded, a cock didn’t taste much different than Gilbert’s skin or lips.

“It’s easiest if you wet as you go.” Gil once again offered advice, and once again, Chev shot an icy glare up at him. Once again, it was met with an amused smile.

Chev refocused on the cock in front of him, licked his lips, and then took Gilbert into his mouth. It surprised him how quickly his saliva was spent, only running his lips over an inch before it was too dry to be comfortable or enjoyable. He swirled his tongue around the head, trying to wet the whole thing in one go, but clearly he couldn’t get further down without taking more in.

Gil’s words clicked now that he was in the process of downing his cock. Slowly, he brought more into his mouth and manipulated his tongue around the shaft, licking his lips when he could to push a little further until what would fit comfortably in his mouth was wet and slick and glided easily when he dragged his lips over it.

Gilbert sighed, reveling in the feeling of Chev’s mouth wrapped around his cock. It seemed Chev wasn’t willing to go much further than a few inches, leaving more of him out of his mouth than in it. He leaned back against the hard, wooden back of the pew he was sitting in, his legs spreading open even further as he relaxed. He could tell that Chevalier clearly hadn’t experienced something like this many times before - giving or receiving - due to the unpracticed way he fumbled with his tongue and seemed clueless on how to provide suction, or get more into his mouth.

“Think about what would feel good to you. You have a cock, too.” Gil added, trying to get Chev to ease up a little and enjoy it a little more. It seemed to have worked. Chev paused and then the way his tongue pressed into his dick changed into something with intent rather than floundering movements.

“Just like that.” Gil purred, his gloved fingers moving to brush through Chev’s hair that fell over his eyes. “Drop your chin. If you come at it from the front rather than the top, you can ease more in your mouth.”

Chev shifted on the ground, taking instructions very well. He also took Gilbert very well now that he wasn’t angling off his throat. Another inch or so went into his mouth, and Gil gave a low moan, fighting the urge to buck his hips. Chev’s hot tongue and pretty mouth worked his cock, and Gil continued to brush at his hair, sliding his fingers in and out of it as he combed it back, the way Chev slid his dick in and out of his mouth.

“Relax a little. Let the back of your tongue down.” Gilbert felt Chev comply, the way his tongue dropped removed another barrier keeping Chev from taking more of him in. Unsurprisingly to Gil, he was awarded with another inch allowed into Chev’s mouth.

“You’re a quick learner.” Gil praised, following it with another moan.

“If you tense up– hnnh. Your body is more likely to– haaah– to respond with gagging.” Although Gilbert was attempting to continue his instructions, he was finding it more and more difficult the more Chev became comfortable sucking him off. “Try–hngh– Try to fit it all.”

Gil felt Chev’s hand on his thigh tighten, but obediently - oh so obediently - Chevalier stopped with his bobbing and slowly slid the last inch of Gilbert’s dick into his mouth. He felt Chev’s warm lips touch the base of his penis where Chev’s thumb and finger still held him. Fuck, it felt so good to be so far in him. And the way Chev held him there! It was like he was waiting to be told what to do next. The power he had over the Rhodolite prince at the moment was enough to make him feel intoxicated, he was behaving like such a good pet.

Gil’s fingers curled around Chev’s skull, lacing into his hair. Chev pulled back, returning to stroking and tonguing and sucking Gil in a manner that would lead one to believe he had done this numerous times. He really was a quick learner. Gilbert let his quiet moaning continue, using it as praise for when he particularly liked something Chev did. And Chev, in kind, would repeat the action again to elicit another deep moan from Gil.

[whats-she-gonna-post-next]

Me again

Zombiewood, any season idm :3

Hi, hey, how are you. I'm so sorry this took so long! I had so much fun doing it, but my god, I had trouble getting started for some reason. Their dynamic is a personal favorite of mine, so my fear of fucking that up probably played a factor in that. But regardless, I did finish, and I'm actually really happy with it. I hope you like it. 835 Limited Life Zombiewood. I will admit I was self-indulgent in the martyn exposition at the start. I hope that's ok! Also I will fully admit to sprinking in some Mean Gils that could be read romantically if wanted, I am obsessed with the interconnected web that is the life series polycule.

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Martyn stared across the water to where he could make out the Clocker’s tower just beyond the lightly swaying sugarcane and bamboo that made up their makeshift walls. When they swayed just right, Martyn could just make out the shocks of bright orange that stabbed him ever so slightly in the chest each time.

Things between him and Cleo were… weird… after Double Life. Maybe not weird, but strained? Tense, perhaps? Martyn didn’t know what to feel about it. Before Double Life it wasn’t as if he disliked Cleo, they were undoubtably stunning, and the confidence and bloodlust only every added to the appeal, but during Double Life it had been racked up to one hundred. He had thought that maybe it was the shared life that had send him into the tailspin when Cleo had declared that she and Scott were choosing each other and rejected him and Pearl - after all, as the first two games had show, Martyn was already somewhat obsessive and single minded in his loyalties when he got invested, a man doesn’t just swear loyalty to a king and start a red winter for him to be anything but loyal and single minded, but this devotion had seemed beyond even that.

There was anger, of course, and a hurt that he’d buried under said anger, and a passion that burned far brighter than anything else. The last few days, when he’d actually gotten to work with Cleo, spend time around her without open hostility, was the first time he’d felt he could truly breath.

And then they’d died.

And suddenly Martyn didn’t know how to act around her, not when those feelings hadn’t gone away even slightly.

He watched through the swaying vegetation as bright cyan joined the bright orange and finally, he turned himself away. Even with Scott being his partner this game, he couldn’t stop the instinctual fear in his chest when the two of them were together. If anything, being partners with Scott made it worse, as if they’d take both of them away from him again, as if he had any right to think about Cleo like that still, any right to worry about Scott like that.

He spent some time busying himself with meaningless tasks around the island, tending to the cows and chickens, organizing chests that he wasn’t sure Scott wouldn’t just rearrange when he got back.

"Martyn, are you here?" Speaking of, Scott's voice carried across their little island with ease, the musical quality that had been budding since the server lore took effect growing stronger each day. Martyn made his way out from the storage area to meet with Scott.

"Yeah, I'm right-" He froze. Standing just beyond the door was Cleo, the neon 80s jumpsuit jaxpositioned against the grey green of their skin and the bright orange of her hair in a way that should have been atrocious, but somehow worked. She gave him a smirk that should have been overconfident, but was instead perfectly in place on her face - he knew that whatever she had planned would be knocked out of the park with their skill.

"Hello Martyn," her voice was just as he remembered it, it flowed over him as easy as waves, his mind short circuited slightly.

"H- hi- hello- hey- uh-" He stammered, trying to get his thoughts in order. Martyn had been steeling himself against every interaction he'd yet to have with Cleo, he'd been extra vigilant to minimize running into her unexpectedly, even if it was a possibility every time he stepped off his and Scott's island. He had not expected this. "What's- what's up Cleo?"

"See!" Scott exclaims, and Martyn flinches some, having forgotten that Scott was there for a moment, "This is what I was telling you about! Now, I'm going to go and bug TIES, or see what the Bad Boys are up too, or something! You two! Sort this out!"

And then he was gone, diving gracefully off the edge of the island and quickly making his way to shore.

Martyn swallowed, turning his attention back to Cleo, who had made their way closer while he wasn't paying attention. Gone was the self confident smirk, replaced instead with a contemplative look as she searched his face.

Slowly, her hand came up to cup his jaw, a soft look coming to her eyes.

"Oh Martyn."

Before he has time to even try to disact her tone, she pulls him to his chest. He goes easy, ear pressed to the odd hollow quietness in their chest that lacked a heartbeat, something that had become a comfort in its constant. Martyn began to shake. Not quite crying, but his body trembled all over in their hold, falling apart and knitting together all at once.

They'd talk later, about Double Life and the soulbond, about them, what they were how they worked. But that would be later. For now, he settled into the hug and let himself exist, just for a few moments.

[dark-elf-writes]

CLOUD TELLING HIS KIDS ABOUT HIS RACING DAYS BUT CONVENIENTLY LEAVING OUT JUST HOW MUCH TIME HE SPENT THERE GETTING MONEY FOR HIS GROUP

Kid: DAD WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME

Cloud: tell you what? Is their registration process different these days?

Kid: they have a whole fucking trophy room dedicated to you. They have an “everyone else” room and they have a you room. And it’s fucking FULL. What the shit??????

Cloud: I don’t get why your confused. I did tell you I was pretty active for a while. Had people to feed and all that.

Kid: dad there is a big difference between being “pretty active” and and having a whole fucking room of first place medals dedicated to you. Why don’t we have these at home?????

Cloud: psh. What you wanted me to lug all that dead weight around while I was on the run from shinra? I don’t think so kid. L

Kid: But-But-DAD!!!!!

Cloud: it’s not even real gold. Learned that real quick when I hauled a crate full of the trophies to a blacksmith to have them melted down. Made some quick Gil bug it honestly wasn’t worth the effort.

Kid: THERE WERE MORE TROPHIES?!?!?!??!?

Cloud who chronically downplays the scope of his own achievements and the kids who keep learning from other people how cool their dad actually is.

Like there’s the obvious of him saying over and over that he didn’t save the world alone and that it was a team effort and all of that but there’s more.

Like learning he was the single best Chocobo Jockey the planet has ever seen. Or that he bred multiple Golds and does anyone understand how hard that is for just some guy who rolled up needing some mounts. Or that he has held the high score at all of the gold saucer games for years. Or that to this day he is undefeated in queens blood and fort condor or that he is a renown pianist or that-

Just Cloud who is like “I mean yeah I got around” and all of his kids learning left and right that their weird dad that doesn’t need lights to see in the dark and looks even more like a Chocobo than normal before his morning coffee is widely considered one of the most talented men in the planet.

[bone-evidence]

Here it is, the first of my PruCan minifics based off of sentences (or prompts) folks gave me! This one was from @the-heaminator, prompt was "COME HERE, YOU DRUNK LITTLE SHIT!"

So here's the thing about chasing an inebriated moose: you're still chasing a moose. 

Instead of through a forest, though, Gilbert was running after his dear boyfriend Matthew through a sea of their partying peers. World meetings were where fun and enjoyment went to die. But the gathering afterwards was a show of what making merry meant to those who were functionally immortal.  

Gilbert would worry about the copious amounts of drugs and alcohol with his name on them in a little bit. For now, there was a stumbling, giggling Canadian sprinting as fast as his tree trunks could take him while he was no doubt seeing triple. Held high over his head was the reason for the chase. 

Matthew had somehow managed to steal Gilbert's chicken-patterned tie, and was now holding it over his stupidly-tall head like a flag of victory. 

"C'mere, you drunk little shit!" Gilbert called after him, jumping over a Lars who was either too high to move or simply not breathing. Frankly, that was someone else's problem. "How the fuck are you still conscious? You were doing shots with Ivan!"

The only response he got was slurred laughter and a spectacular view of Matthew bowling into (and then over) Francis. The full-body tackle did nothing to slow him down as he burst through the fire exit and into the night, with Gilbert hot on his trail. 

Matthew finally stopped in the parking lot to catch his breath. A thin sheen of sweat reflected the strobing neon lights coming through the window, sweat that no doubt had soaked the precious item he'd stolen. Gilbert (who was a little more winded than he cared to admit) attempted to seize the moment of rest and snatch it out of his hand. 

"N-nuh uh. You gotta gimme what I want firssst, Gillybear." Matthew said with a giggle. He straightened up and held the tie higher, high enough that Gilbert couldn't reach it even if he jumped. He wasn't above climbing Matthew to get it, but he uh… he'd need a minute first. Negotiations seemed like the easier option here. 

"Ja, ja, fine. What do you want?"

"A kiss. …Please?"

If that 'please' didn't sound so genuine, Gilbert might have burst out laughing. Matthew, of all people, should have known that all he had to do was ask and Gilbert would give him so much more than a kiss! But, perhaps those shots with Ivan were getting to him after all. Gilbert pulled his face down and peppered it with kisses. He planted his final one right on his lover's grinning lips, and pulled back with a grin to match. 

"There! A few extra, even! Now, are you going to give me back my cock tie?"

Gilbert thought for sure that Matthew had been placated. Surely he was tired from all the running! Maybe he wouldn't be opposed to finding a nice stall in the bathroom to do unholy things in, maybe he could be convinced to flex long enough for Gilbert to do a line off of his bicep… right? 

Wrong. 

The pleased grin on Matthew's face turned shit-eating in a hurry. He bolted again, towards the front door of the venue that was open and barely hanging on it's hinges. The answer to the question of how many people it took to break through the door with Alfred holding it closed was 25, by the way. 

"Only if you can catch me first, Gil! Don't think I'm giving up that easy!

"Oh, for Christ's sake- Matthew fucking Williams, get back here!" 

And thus, the wild moose chase began anew.

[rogueshadeaux]

Silly little Stardew Valley headcanons of mine no one asked for.

I'm back in it lol.

Shane has heterochromia iridium, though not many notice it at first. His left eye is a soft brown, while his right is a deep green. It honestly looks like a trick of the light at first - both of his eyes seem that dark green, one stuck in the shadows from his lolling head as he avoids people's eyes.

Alex is mixed. Sorry (I'm not).

Also, it's Alexandre.

Elliot doesn't use hairties. It's those little clips you use that have like. teeth. you know the ones. Leah got him one of a translucent butterfly as a joke and uh...it now sits at the base of the potted rose on his desk for when he writes.

Mayor Lewis is only mayor because no one's bucked up to run. The people would unanimously vote for the Rusty Spoon you regularly find on your farm if it was on the ballot.

It was Shane's little sister that died and lead to him being Jas' guardian. Jas looks too much like her, and it causes so much pain for Shane.

Also Shane's little sister is Mona, the only headstone you can read in the graveyard.

You know how you can look in Jas' room and her dollhouse is quoted as: "The little family is gathered around the dinner table. Wait...except Grandpa. He's shoved under the bed for some reason." Yeah I like to pretend that's an allegory. Grandpa is the boogeyman under the bed, and maybe the reason Jas is in Shane's care.

when Shane starts his sobriety journey, he finds surprising friends in...Alex and Haley? Alex and he are all about gridball - Shane was semi-pro, after all, a player in college - and Haley's blunt rebukes amuse him. She has the same style of banter as he does. You can catch them on the beach, Shane and Alex throwing around a gridball while Haley is on the side, sunbathing and making fun of them (lovingly).

Linus is a reflection of the nature magic of the Valley - like the bear or the hat mouse. It's why he and Rasmodius are close friends and regularly near each other at festivals; they're arcane users. Linus more so lives in it as an equal rather than a wielder.

This isn't a headcanon but why the fuck doesn't stardew valley have a school. I bet none of these fuckers know what a hypotenuse is.

ELLIOT IS A MERPERSON. You know how Ariel runs away from home for the trinkets of the land? That but storytelling. I am not original in this one but I KNOW it's true. I feel it in my junimos.

Abigail isn't Rasmodius' child. Emily is.

Penny and Sebastian are exes, but in like, a middle school way. I am not elaborating.

Granny and the player's grandfather were childhood friends.

George is a war veteran.

The Travelling Cart transports refugees. It's why they go to the Gotoro Empire to begin with.

George knew his way around mines, and was quite the adventurer. He, Marlon and Gil know each other. Well.

Sam just has one of those personalities where he’s only two degrees away from being a friend to EVERYONE in town. Gets Shane to crack up in the Joja Mart break room, is interested in the prose of Elliot’s writing (he’s a writer himself, after all - songs are just poems). He’s like a dog, everyone just gravitates towards him.

[softquietsteadylove]

Here is an idea.

For the human AU a new deviant appears. But it’s not that kind of deviant we know. It has some special abilities and Gil is in danger. How about some horror for this one? 👀

"Gil!"

His head whipped around. He was helping clean up some of the ruins of the outer city, since that was all he was good for, now. The moon was high, providing a good amount of light.

The others were reluctant to let him outside Babylon temple--they were reluctant to let him do anything. He had to all but sneak out to even do this much, especially without worrying Thena.

"Gilgamesh!"

That was definitely her voice, though. Gil dropped the rocks he was moving and looked around again. He couldn't sense anything, but his senses were diminished at the moment. He tried to listen for the slightest sound, but he couldn't pick up anything.

He cursed his human condition, not for the first time.

"Gil, help me!"

That was definitely Thena screaming. It was her voice, at least. Gilgamesh started walking, looking around the corners of crumbled homes and around the deep shadows of the rubble. His cautious steps turned to a light jog.

"Gil, please!"

"Thena?" he called out, but he swore it was just the open air to hear him. What was happening? He jogged closer to the edges of the walls. The wall was still technically under construction, Phastos working as fast as he could. But Gil was the main source of their work efforts, and Babylon wall was huge.

"Gil?" it sounded like a whisper, now. But it was still her voice, thin and high, as if she had been crying. He had never really heard her like that before. But it was his Thena. It was her voice.

"Thena," he repeated, whispering for her as he crept around in the dark. "Thena, if you-"

"Gilgamesh," the voice changed. This sounded less like her. He knew it was off.

He froze. He didn't have Eternal strength or senses anymore, but humans had the best survival instinct. His was screaming. Something wasn't right. It wasn't before and it really wasn't now. He crouched lower, looking around but slowing his breathing as much as he could. His heart was pounding.

"Gilgamesh, help me," the voice cooed, but it was closer. He could better hear what was wrong with it--the wiry echo trailing after it. It sounded almost mechanical, like the grind of Phastos' gears.

Gil lowered to one knee, trying to peek around one of the corners of a building's remains. He hadn't heard it at all, but he saw the massive foot come down. It was wiry, thickly muscled, a terrible colour.

"Gil, help!" it repeated, in the same tone and intonation as last time. It could only conjure so much.

He held his breath, and when he did need to breathe, he pressed his palm over his mouth and nose. This was like the one that had rendered him all but human. They were evolving, and not just new appendages or wings or even that gas. This one was luring them into a trap.

"Gilgamesh, help me!" it repeated, louder this time. It prowled around the house. It was assuring that these things still had some weaknesses to account for.

He watched as the thing rounded the corner. Its head looked like it was a bare skull in comparison to the rest of its body. Perhaps it didn't have a sense of smell, and that was why it was depending on using the sounds it was producing to lure its prey.

Its horrible maw opened again, its paws hitting the ground. "Gil, please."

He didn't like that it could make it sound so convincing. It really sounded like Thena--it sounded like her voice crying for him. How would this walking nightmare know what that sounded like? And how did it know exactly whose voice to use to lure him out here?

"Gil," the beast repeated in his sweet Thena's voice. Its teeth clicked against themselves as its jaw swayed back and forth on its head. "Gilgamesh, please."

He could hear it now. The way it chopped up the words, not sounding totally fluid. But he had to get this close to hear that? If he weren't careful, he would already be fighting this thing.

And that wasn't an option for him now. He was in no condition to fight a Deviant, let alone an evolved one. And it had lured him out here, in the dark, alone.

Fear: humans felt fear. They had incredible instincts for self-preservation, protection, survival. But every cell in his body - whatever body it was - was feeling fear. And he had never felt fear quite like this.

He could die out here.

The Deviant drew closer to him. It repeated the sounds of Thena's distress, switching to screams of terror and agony. What a terrible monster these things could be. They really were here for a reason; humans couldn't fight these things.

He couldn't fight this thing. He couldn't fight at all, anymore. Pure instinct had brought him out here--a need to protect Thena. But she was the one protecting him. She was the Fighter of them now.

He had never had to consider life without Thena. She probably hadn't considered it either. Would he be leaving her alone if he died out here? What if she fought this thing? Would it use his voice to lure her out alone like it did with him?

She could fight it. She was stronger than this thing. He was still glad that it wasn't her that had been turned human. He hated being this vulnerable--this useless. But he hated the thought of it being Thena even more.

"Gilgamesh," that thing whispered. It was right on top of him.

He breathed into his palm. He couldn't control his heart, he couldn't control his lungs. His body was crumbling under the pressure. Thousands of years of fighting and it was lost on the human adrenal system. He squeezed his eyes shut.

Maybe he could manage to see Thena one last time before he died.

"Gil!"

That time sounded different. He kept his eyes shut, although he heard footsteps somewhere in the distance. Then, nothing, then, impact.

"Run!" Thena landed with force, cratering the ground between the Deviant and him. She already had her swords ready, slashing at the thing.

It roared at her, first with her own voice, then its usual, beastly cry.

Thena stood her ground, swinging her staff around, keeping her back to him and her arms raised. "Are you hurt?"

His stomach lurched. She had come running to his aid, just like any weak, defenseless human. "N-No."

The Deviant swiped at her but she raised her shield, swiping at it in return. These evolved ones were smart, guarded, it knew she was a threat, and it wasn't pursuing her needlessly. It was watching her.

He couldn't see her face, but he saw her body locking up.

The Deviant opened its mouth again. "Thena!"

"What in all the stars?" she asked rhetorically.

"That was how it got me down here," he admitted. The thing's jaw clicked and its teeth rattled around again.

"Thena, help!"

"Celestial demons," she cursed it as she shifted her spear into a different shape. She directed the point at it, tri-tipped and wide. It was a weapon not for slicing but for inflicting an irreparable wound. The great warriors of Greece copied this very weapon. "Try it."

The beast chose not to. It gave her another half-swipe, only for show before retreating. Its long, wiry body slithered away from them and through the crumbling cracks in the wall.

Gil let out a breath as its form disappeared into the shadows. He dragged himself up the wall behind him and to his feet, not liking the state of his knees. "We gotta get that fixed."

Thena didn't say anything.

He frowned, fidgeting with his sweaty palms. "You okay?"

"You shouldn't have been out here."

He was tempted to wince at the cold tone of her voice. She was right, he shouldn't have let that thing lure him away, especially knowing he was in no condition to fight.

"What were you thinking?" she asked him. It was worse than her yelling and shouting at him, her voice was barely above a whisper. She turned to him, her powers fading into the air like sparks. Her hair picked up in the wind. "What were you thinking, Gilgamesh?"

He was feeling properly chastised now. "I-I just..."

She waited for him to finish rather than prompt him.

He sighed. "It was your voice, Thena. You were calling for my help."

She didn't argue. She didn't chastise him further, she accepted his answer. She even moved closer, wrapping her arms around him. Her cheek was cold against his warmer one. "Don't ever scare me like this again."

"Sorry," he patted her shoulder before moving his hand to the cutout of her armour that allowed him the relief of her soft waist.

She huffed at him, but her hold on him didn't loosen. "I'll have more to say about this later."

"Yes, ma'am," he chuckled despite her anger. He let out another breath, relaxing his body more. His limbs felt heavy as Thena began leading him back to the temple.

She gave him a nudge, "I should tell Sersi about this--she'll be livid."

He laughed, giving her a nudge in return.

She stumbled.

They both stared. He blinked, looking at the hand he used to nudge her arm. "Uh, s-sorry."

Thena just stared, at the hand and then at him. She had been expecting a gentle nudge--a human one. He had given her a push that an Eternal would give.

He blinked, surprised by first her kiss and then by her laughter. He wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off her feet. It was easy, but it wasn't that easy--whatever it was had been a freak accident. But it was a promising sign.

[ailendolin]

Live Reaction to TRoP 2x02

Spoilers for 2x02 under the cut

oh we're off to a good start with evil spreading through the lands of Middle-Earth straight to Khazad-Dûm

I'm still so in love with the mirrors. Using them to light up the realm always reminds me of The Mummy

my favourite power couple is back and I love them so much

Disa sensing the rockfall is so cool

fuck the light is gone. Moria is darkening. Fuck no

oh shit, is this the scene from the trailer where Celebrimbor gets impaled against a tree by roots?

damn he's becoming one of the tree memorials and the symbolism of that, I can't. This is not good

oh more handsome elves. Commander of the East and West my beloveds. And Commander of the South, you look fierce and I love you already

"Celebrimbor and the secrets of his craft are safe." The fuck they are, Gil-galad. Those words will come to bite you in the arse and Celebrimbor will suffer for it

also Galadriel being cryptic again and not speaking plainly, I swear she does not learn

where is Elrond for I much desire to see him

"... waters running dry." That's the rivers you just mentioned shielding Eregion, Gil-galad. Wake up and get Celebrimbor out of there for fuck's sake

also gentle reminder, Halbrand has also gained Celebrimbor's trust in case we've all forgotten that. He's even more susceptible because no one bothers to tell him anything and he has no idea what's going on. Let's stop worrying about Galadriel and start worrying about our favourite smith, okay?

lol the way Galadriel still calls him Halbrand and Gil-galad will have none of it. Glad he's got some common sense left

"Supposing I was not alone." Don't you dare drag Elrond into this, babygirl, don't you fucking dare

Celebrimbor denying Sauron entry - yesssss!

but it's not because of the message of warning, but because he promised Galadriel. This is not good. This is very not good

"Messengers from Lindon shall arrive with news any day." No they won't. Dammit

epic riding scene is epic

I see Ciaran Hinds has exchanged the terrors of the Arctic for the deserts of Rhun (seriously though, I have loved him since HBO's Rome and am always happy to see him - now I also need Tobias Menzies to be cast)

loving the moth magic

I'm taking it back. It's that crazy magic lady from s1 (though I do love that her cloak looks like moth wings from behind)

what was that growling noise?

no no no, we're not slaughtering any halflings here, I forbid it

"No one can give you a name." That's a very powerful message

I love the harfoots' ability to hide in a matter of second and I'm glad we're seeing more of it

oh no, I've just realised Moria darkening means the tree in Durin and Disa's home will probably be dying. Nooooo

yes, Disa, you tell them not to trash talk your husband and adopted son

NARVI

oh no the stone singing is no longer working wtf

this is what's going to make them susceptible to Sauron, right? Their desperation to save their realm. Fuck

Disa being the voice of reason. I love her. I met Sophia last year (and Owain as well) and she shines just as beautifully as her character does

oh I feel those blisters, Durin. I got one on my thumb on a dig in Poland once and made the mistake of washing my hands after it had opened. I think I jumped three feet into the air in pain (and then proceeded to shower with my hand held above my head for a week afterwards because fuck those things hurt)

"Climb off your high peak" - I love that! Very fitting for the dwarves

and yep, here's Galadriel dragging Elrond into her mess. I knew it

not Elrond thinking he's no better than a dog - worse yet because he has his own mind and doesn't follow orders blindly. My boy has been disappointed by everyone around him and is seeking solace in shipcraft and I am not okay

"And why would he think that?" Oooooh I love salty Elrond

"And now he's done the same to Gil-galad and every elf in Lindon." I feel like this is poignant and deliberate because Elrond is not an elf. He's a half-elf and this line clearly shows how apart he feels from his people

Elrond holding onto his beliefs even though everyone is against him - someone hug him, please

no Galadriel, don't you guilt-trip him into this. Thank Eru Elrond sees it for what it is.

oh Elrond is not okay. Look at the pain on his face when Galadriel has left. My heart

okay, I see where Cirdan is coming from but why can't even one person tell Elrond that he is right to worry? He does not just fear the power of the rings. He fears Sauron's influence on them, and on Galadriel who bears one of them. What the fuck is he supposed to do if Galadriel goes full on dark queen like Sauron wants her to? He does not have a ring to counter her power, and we have already seen that his words mean nothing to any of the ring bearers.

have I mentioned that I love Poppy? Because I do. She's the best and not happy at all about dragging her tall friend through the desert

oh shit that bell ringing is not good

yep that did not take long

lol not me waiting for Imhotep's face to appear in the sandstorm

that new staff did not last long, did it?

no no no, Nori and Poppy can't be blown away wtf

ooooooh Ithildin?

YES ITHILDIN! Are we going to see the creation of the Doors of Moria?

the way Celebrimbor can't stop thinking about Halbrand. Just like Galadriel. Ugh this is so painful to watch

and of course Sauron exploits every weakness of Celebrimbor's because he knows him and knows exactly what chains to yank

Charles Edwards the actor you are. Celebrimbor's emotional reaction is everything

lol Celebrimbor going straight to the (First Age) bottle to celebrate

there will be fics about this, won't there?

no, Celebrimbor, you are not his friend, do you hear me? You are not

aaaaah and here the idea of the Nine gets planted

oh fuck, the silence in the dark tower is scary

ANNATAR

I know everyone was making fun of him having the same face as Halbrand but given how he reveals himself to Celebrimbor it makes so much sense and i love it

"I am your partner." Annatar beginning to seduce his next future ex

but oh how it pains me to hear the "sharer of gift" line

oh Elrond's new tunic is gorgeous

Elrond leading the company? Fuck yes. And of course Galadriel is not happy about it because it always has to be her way or no way

no no no not the dwarves going to Eregion

but also yes because that means Elrond und Durin (and hopefully Disa as well) will reunite and I need that to happen

[lwh-writing]

Girl Genius Reaction #2

Hi, hey, been a hot second since I've done one of these but here we go!

I love that the Heterodyne boys have been elevated to this almost folklore-like state where everyone's got a story about them that ranges from "mostly true" to "entirely made up"

Also, Gil's Dad was adventure buddies with the Heterodynes???? I know Theo said he made the story up, but considering it was shown to us like a flashback, I assume there is at least a few kernels of truth to it all

I think I clocked the possible Von Pinn connection. As all the students claim Von Pinn is modeled off of and/or secretly Lucrezia Mongfish (whoever the hell that is), and Lucrezia was name-dropped in Theo's story/flashback and on the receiving end of one of the Heterodyne's love confessions, I'm assuming Von Pinn is thus modeled off of and/or secretly Agatha's mother or aunt. I wonder if that'll ever come up later. Either way, it's nice to know I'm not crazy for thinking Von Pinn and Agatha looked way too similar

Also, I know Agatha probably took the chance to change out of the pants and into a more comfortable skirt while Theo had everyone distracted, but I kind of like the idea that she can just randomly and inexpensively modify her clothes at will with no one noticing

The Baron being concerned about the hive engine being "eighteen years old or brand new?" really caught my attention. Larger scope villain entering the chat? 👀

Theo & co. running into Gil and there's an obvious disconnect about whom hasn't kept in touch with whom, re: Gil saying they'd only ever come to him if they need something vs. Theo saying Gil hasn't answered any of their letters. Betting money that the Baron has been withholding Gil's mail and trying to isolate him for whatever reason.

Whomst is Othar Tryggvassen? Hello? Random man just suspended over the void, every limb chained, giant green globe on his head? WTF???

I do love Agatha's reaction though. "Is it right to leave a fellow sentient strung up like this?" "Well, that depends upon the nature of the experiment..." I love this mad scientist so much

I'm also really loving the Jaegers (Jaegerkin? Jaegermonsters?). They're all so full of personality. And the tension with the Lackya is very delicious

Love the Jaegerkin generals inviting Agatha to supper, saying "It's good, no bugs!" only for another general to say in the most dejected voice "...no bugs?" 🥺

Also, it looks like the Jaegers are officially figuring out that Agatha's a Heterodyne! Gil may believe/know Agatha is a Spark (has the Spark?), but the Jaegers are the only ones connecting the dots to the Heterodyne question. Wonder if they'll tell someone or keep it to themselves.

Also, Jaegers playing matchmaker? "What do you think of the young master?" "What kind of question is that?" "Well it would make things really simple if--" What's their angle there? Hm....

Speaking of ships, I am sending Andre the Jaegermonster to horny jail. I'm with Agatha; Von Pinn doesn't sound interested

Flashback with Uncle Barry was very cute. He obviously didn't want to repress Agatha's powers, but it was probably a matter of safety

Agatha sleep-inventing is very cool, but why's her little sentient robot(s) hiding from her?

Von Zinzer is giving some insight on the larger world. Apparently, there's a series of wars going on? I know the Baron is a ruler and is keeping the school kids as hostages, but I didn't know it's a continuous conquest of what seems to be Europe.

Also, side note, do we ever see the rest of the world? Africa, Asia, Australia, North & South America? I know deep in my bones that this world's version of China would fuck severely.

Dr. Dim and his bears are also very cute. Loved the moment between him and Agatha

The fight between Von Zinzer & Agatha was very fun. As was Gil hiring Agatha on the spot. The friendship is growing!

And finally, the talking cat! My oh my, how will this go from here? It's very obviously sentient, and based on the website's banner, a main character to boot. But what is it? A chimera? A rogue experiment? Someone trapped in a cat's body? Guess I'll find out

Overall: Still really liking the story! It's got me hooked so far and it's building really well on the premise. The story is still obviously finding its footing, but it's still good!

Continued 7.5/10

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SPLATOON OC TOURNEY ROUND 3 BATTLE 8

Tami by @wyrm-in-a-closet vs Nixie Gill by @salt-pile

BACKSTORY/PROPAGANDA

TAMI

An inkling born to ordinary parents who worked at Gone Fission power plant. However, a salmonid big run happened in the area, and because Grizzco didn't yet exist, it had to be abandoned, and Tami's parents were killed. Tami herself, who was also there, was badly injured and lost her right arm, was found by some salmonids, but because she was a young inkling the salmonids didn't know what she was and so instead of killing her took her home. She then spent almost her entire life growing up with the salmonids, and became a very skilled fighter, but also starting a band with a couple other salmonids. They make music that's like horrible to listen to and will overestimate you. Once she was 14, she joined the war on salmonids on the side of the salmonids. Over time Grizzco expands and poses a larger and larger threat to the salmonids, so Tami decides that she's going to go try and put a stop to it, because she's the only one who could make it to inkling civilation without being killed, although that doesn't change the fact she didn't know the language, culture, or anything. After spending several nights on the streets of splatsville, Tami is found by Tide, an octoling who's been living there for some time. Tide takes Tami under their wing, despite them knowing nothing about each other. Over the next few months Tide teachers Tami inkling language, has Tami participate in battles (where she fuckin rocks at it bc she's been literally trained for war), all while Tami searches for more info on Grizzco, but unfortunately nobody knows shit about it. Finally she happens across Cuttlefish and eventually falls into Alterna, where she has no idea what's going on until eventually wow Mr. Grizz is there. She fucking kills him and then just kinda leaves without really joining the squidbeak splatoon she just wanted to kill Mr grizz. Anyways then she and Tide probably go back to salmonid or something I haven't really figure this out. Sorry for the text wall

NIXIE GIL

New Agent 3 of the New Squidbeak Splatoon. She grew up in a small harbor town an hour south of Inkopolis with her mom, her dad, and her older sister Coral. When she was younger, her dad sometimes would take her and Coral to salvaging expeditions and allow them to view what got unearthed, which led to Nixie becoming interested in salvaging as one of her hobbies (later doing this hobby with a Smallfry she took in a few months before moving to Splatsville, nicknamed Biscuit or Little Buddy) and a desire to learn the history of unearthed artifacts. Merely two weeks after moving to Splatsville with her sister and her sister’s friend, she was recruited as New Agent 3 of the NSS by former Cap’n Cuttlefish (much to her sister’s dismay). She takes her NSS missions very seriously, especially with all of the stories about how cool the current Captain was when he was still Agent 3. Outside of missions, she’s usually curious, thrill-seeking, and actively engaging in banter with friends and family.

[descendantofthesparrow]

POYW Rewrite V2 - Harry Hook x reader - P16 - Epilogue

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Uma stared blankly at the busted TV screen of her mother's restaurant, a simmering hatred running through her as she watched Maleficent’s traitor daughter hang onto the king of Auradon’s arm, flushed and smiling-her plum purple hair tied back into a loose bun with her bangs flowing out.

It had been three months already.

Three months since the coronation, three months without a word from her “Friends”, three months without an invitation, three months of watching Harry hold hands with that-new girl-smiling and laughing without a care in the world.

Three months of slowly losing hope that they would keep their promise.

Uma didn’t want to believe they abandoned her, Harry had been her closest companion since they could walk, and Gil never thought twice about following the two around-even if he did drift away sometimes, he always came back.

But…he hadn’t come back yet, and neither had Harry.

It had been three months and Uma was losing hope.

“Honestly, why you even continue to watch this trash is beyond me Uma,” Uma glared at the voice she heard, not even turning her head to look at him. “Fuck off Barbossa,” Uma snapped, but Davy Barbossa only laughed, crossing his arms as he leaned against the table, grinning sharply at the TV, which was still showing King Ben and Mal-who was rumored to become the lady of the court.

“Didn’t Hook ask king beast boy to bring you and his sisters over? Wonder what happened with that plan?” Davy said ‘absentmindedly’, hiding his grin behind his hand as he tapped his nose in ‘thought’, his grin widening as he heard Uma smack down a tray of food she had been holding while lost in thought.

“mm-hmm,” Uma just hummed, not wanting to talk about it, refusing to talk about it to someone she didn’t trust in the slightest. Besides, as far as she knew-things like that took time, she had no clue how long it took Ben to get the first six vks over, for all she knew-it was three months' worth of time to get everything ready.

“Honestly, it’s been three months, I can't imagine things take this long, just to get three people off the isle.” Davy said, still watching the TV, grinning as some reporters captured Harry Hook and (y/n) walking together around school, holding hands. (y/n) flipped them off and Harry laughed, tossing his head back.

Davy turned, seeing Uma staring hard at the screen. She was jealous-she would never admit it, because why would she be? She didn’t like Harry, they were just friends, and she shouldn’t be jealous of some girl Harry was now dating. She and Harry didn’t feel that way about one another, they were just friends, just friends.

It wasn't like they had each other's back since they could remember, it wasn’t like they had been each other's closest companion since they were 2, it wasn’t like Harry had stuck by her through her toughest moments(shrimpy, her broken leg, pneumonia), it wasn’t like they had promised to never betray the other(they had).

Uma didn’t feel betrayed, not at all…not at all.

“If I were you, I would scorn them both and declare war, I’d even help if you wanted it.” Davy said, clearly having been talking for a bit but Uma hadn’t been listening-she never found his words worthwhile anyway. Not when Harry was around, not when Harry would scoff and come up with a better plan, or fire back with quick quips and a sharp grin partnered with his hook.

“Shut it,” Uma finally snapped, having enough of this repetitive talk. This was the 5th time Davy had come into her space to taunt her about her boys, and Harry’s new girl. Davy just chuckled, holding up his hands in defeat, giving another glance to the tv-seeing Uma’s eyes simmer with anger as it continued to show Harry and (y/n), still smiling, still holding hands.

“All right, all right, whenever you're ready to face the fact that they abandoned you, you know where to find me.” Uma glared at Davy as he left the chip shop and she felt a low growl at the back of her throat. She undid her apron and threw it on the table, holding her head between her hands-staring at the tv screen that seemed to finally go from Harry and his girl to Mal and Ben, who were also smiling so sickly sweet that made Uma want to punch them.

It had been three months, and if Uma had to wait any longer-they would regret it. They would regret ever abandoning her.

-end of poyw rewrite 2.0-

Welp, there it is, I feel like there should’ve been more to this-but I’ve really lost my mojo for Harry again, idk; sorry. But yeah, Uma’s mad, feeling abandoned, she wants to believe that she isn’t-but with nothing coming from her best friends, and seeing them so happy without her in Auradon-and a devil whispering in her ear-it’s hard not to fall into darkness without her lights.

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[astral-nautical]

cant believe i havent seen anyone do this yet but. riptide pokemon au. heres my fucking thoughts

gillion's team is a solid mixture of electric, ice and water types. probably something built for competitive play but i aint that kinda smart so idk. BUT i do know his ace is a gyarados

gil's team was given to him by the elders over the years, and he was trained to be the best pokemon battler of the undersea

despite being told not to, gil is very close with his pokemon. he has a soft spot for all of them and can't Not be empathetic for them. theyre his babies :)

pretzel is a clobbopus. i know theyre not pink but listen. its literally a punching octopus. its also the cutest octopus pokemon LOL

pre-character arc gillion has a one track mind for competition Only. he loves his pokemon but they are also his weapons, in a way

as he spends more time in the oversea he adopts a more relaxed team. theyre still extremely strong and he still has his competitive pokemon but he stops caring about their stats and movepool and starts caring more about their personalities and bonding with them

chip didnt have any pokemon until he joined the black rose, where arlin gifts him an eevee

after the hole in the sea, it's just him and eevee against the world

his eevee refuses to evolve - especially during his time with price's gang, but even afterwards when theyre by themselves on the ocean eevee won't evolve

chip had his heart set on being a water type trainer, like arlin was, so he tries to convince eevee to evolve into a vaporeon. this is a running bit

its also a running bit that the team chip builds are all different types and use different strategies. members of the crew are pokemon btw i think gryffon is a pangoro LOL

his eevee is a little SHIT just in general. has cute privilege and knows it.

when gil is trapped in the dunjon, instead of taking his sword chip starts using his pokemon. he discovers that water types never really were his thing, after all.

its here, where chips at his lowest in a long time, demotivated and thinking of leaving his crew behind, that eevee evolves. into an umbreon - a dark type, but also a friendship evolution.

it evolves to show him that someone does care, that someone does want him around - his oldest friend, his pokemon.

chip learns to use all his pokemon to their greatest ability. i think he would have a bias for fire and dark types, but he becomes a well rounded and skilled pokemon trainer

jayjay! the ferins have a tradition where they breed their corviknights and pass the rookidees down to their kids. family pokemon :)

ava happens to get a shiny rookidee! she gets her rookidee right when she joins the navy and starts working under her father

this rookidee is...very nervous. greyhound energy. it's a shy little thing that has trouble battling and is very attached to ava and her little sister jay

ava takes the time to work through rookidee's issues and try and build it's confidence, jay acting as babysitter when ava is away at sea

at some point, after rookidee evolves into corvisquire, ava never comes home.

this ofc fucks with both jay and corvisquire. it puts corvisquire's training back by a lot and leaves jay grieving and angry

once she leaves with chip, she takes corvisquire with her. its too scared to battle and needs to be on or near her at all times, but it's a piece of her sister jay can't bring herself to leave behind.

jay ends up building a flying/steel type team, with corviknight growing and gaining its confidence as a pirate pokemon rather than a navy pokemon

its still got mega separation anxiety tho. it wears a nervous dog vest LOL

if anyone has anything to add i am all ears i fuckignlove my sillies and i love pokemon so. woe