#Gilbert is my new blorbo

[xxxcertifiednerdxxx]

Just watched Race the Sun for the first time, and Gilbert and Uni are everything to me.

@wanderinginksplot I envision Limit to look kind of like Gilbert, with a cute smize!

[lana7779]

I may not know what I'm doing...

But I know I want this man to have a good time life.

[crazymecjc]

pandora hearts doodles bc I’m feeling Wild about them

[cositapreciosa]

You & Me

Gilbert 'Gilly' Lopez x gn!reader, (murder/dead body, nothing graphic tho, ptsd? hardships and hard time, vibes are Gilly's veteran's storyline in the show) the usual for the show, 2307 words

a/n : as DJ Khaled once said : another one. You & Me is a Yelawolf song that slaps so

A follow up of this one can be read part 1.2 here and part 2 here !

Tagging the people I won't stop bothering about this new blorbo obsession @narcolini @drabbles-mc

As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx (do I have to add this for Mayans too or? Plz don't kiss people who shot people? You get it.)

You hadn’t seen him in months, not before you had seen him again at Jacob's birthday party at least, it had been weeks since then. You knew he wouldn’t be mad that you came knocking, found his address the only way you knew how, like the good old days. You were always closest to him, throughout it all, recruits, being shipped out, Mosul, coming back in pieces after everything. You had tried to stay close with them at the beginning, fix the pieces of the puzzle, go to those forced mental-health meetings the army thought were necessary, birthdays or nights out on the town. Even so, it always felt like too much. Too much noise, too many people, too many questions about everything that kept you awake at night. Too many pieces that couldn’t be put back like the others could. You just couldn’t see them as much after that, after you had realized they reminded you every day about what was wrong with you, what you couldn’t fix. You had missed him, of course, oh so much, but every time you stayed too long it felt like you were dragging them all down with you.

You knock on the door, knuckles on the paint. You know it is probably a bad thing, coming unannounced in the middle of the night, but you can’t seem to care. Before you could realize it, you had driven your car to his street, slowing down to read the numbers on the door, finally stopping in front of it. It’s a quaint building, with a nice white door, windows on each side. It didn’t look how you had imagined it and you had, so many times, wished to leave whatever shit show you had gotten yourself into this time. Run back to him. You don’t understand how you managed to escape one hell, only to get yourself trapped in another so quickly. So many hours spent training, fighting for your life, only to fall for a goddamn-

He opens the door, chain pulling between the frames. The porch is dark, barely lit, but you can see the surprise on his face, the confusion as your name falls from his lips. Guilt builds in your chest, panic clawing at your throat.

‘’ Hey, Gil. ‘’

It’s all you can manage, a small smile tugging at your lips, a peace offering. You know you don’t have to explain, that he understands, clearly you are not showing up this late for a beer and a chat. He moves behind the opened door, probably tucking in his waistband whatever gun he had snatched on his way to investigate the noise. He tugs the chain off, opening the door wider this time. You can see him looking around the street, ensuring it is only you and him. You feel like you can’t breathe like you are doing something you shouldn’t, even though you know this is precisely what you should be doing.

‘’ Are you alright? How did you get my… ‘’ You can hear the concern in his voice, see the confusion on his face as he trails off. His beard is shorter than the last time you had seen him, trimmed around the edges. You probably woke him up, you realize.

‘’ Are you doubting my skills now, ranger? ‘’

You want it to sound like a joke, you really do, but it lands flat, your voice is hoarse, tired, adrenaline wearing off. If he noticed it, he doesn’t tell you. He is not pushing you away, yet, and tonight, for the first time, you feel like you can really let your guard down. You take a deep breath, a shaky one, a sad one.

‘’ I hope I didn’t wake you. ‘’ Your voice is small, vulnerable. ‘’ I- ‘’

I need your help. It hurts to say it, to even think about it, and you can’t get the words out. They get stuck in your throat with all the sorry’s you owe him, the apologies you never gave him. His eyes are soft on you, deep brown eyes that always made you feel at home. That is when he notices it, the blood on your bottom lip, a straight cut, already swollen and purple where the fist had hit. His shoulders push back, finally awake, and you know he is ready to fight. You can tell his arms are tensing underneath his shirt, you can see how hard his gaze has become.

‘’ Who did this to you? ‘’

He takes a step towards you, towering over you, his hand moving your jaw to the side to try and see it better in the low light.

‘’ I took care of it, ‘’ You sigh. ‘’, but I need a favour. A big one, Gil. ‘’

You hesitate to tell him, to ask him to do this with you, for you. You know what he has been doing since he got back, joining the not-so-legal motorcycle club. Something about it being the closest it felt to being back in the field. It had been your lives for so long, breathing it, fighting for it, day and night, every second of it.

‘’ Tell me. ‘’

You can smell the detergent from his clothes, taste on your tongue what is left of the cigarette he had before bed. His hand is warm against your cheek, a nice contrast from the cold night. His thumb is caressing beneath your jaw, where the skin hasn’t bruised yet, and you can’t recall the last time you had been touched like this, slow, meaningful. You had missed this, him.

You take a quick look in the dark living room, past his shoulder, maybe he is not alone like you originally thought. You know Rae and Jacob haven’t been staying at their home lately, and Paul had told you that she had stayed a couple of nights at Gil’s. They must still be in the house when he gently presses you a few steps back, closing the door behind him. You really want to believe that it’s because of them, that he does this to keep their minds at ease, not to worry them about what mess you got yourself into this time. You don’t want to believe it might be because of someone else, that maybe he has someone now, someone he didn’t tell you about. He speaks again, gently coaxing it out of you.

‘’ You’re good, I got you. Tell me. ‘’

‘’ I took care of it, ‘’ You continue. Of him. ‘’ He’s in the trunk. ‘’

‘’ He’s in the what, now? ‘’

His hand falls from your jaw, landing in a strong grip where your neck meets the shoulder. It is not meant to hurt, and it doesn’t, you know it is mostly to keep you here, keep you from running away like you usually do. You know he would never let you deal with this on your own, you can’t turn around now, you have to face this.

‘’ I put him in the- ‘’

‘’ The trunk, yeah, I got that. ‘’

You swallow, and it doesn’t feel natural, like your muscles are clenching too hard to make the action happen. You bring a gentle hand to his forearm, taking in the heat that immediately covers your fingertips, the softness of the black shirt under your palm. You look back at him.

‘’ He deserved it, I swear. Gil, I- ‘’ Fuck.

You know there are tears in your eyes, you can’t help it. This whole thing makes you feel like a child, like you just got back from Iraq. You had always been able to be vulnerable with him, he would listen and listen until you had nothing to say anymore, nothing left to cry. A warm hand on your back, fingers in your hair.

‘’ Hey. I’ll take care of this. I know he did. ‘’

You know he doesn’t get it today, he couldn’t possibly, but you let him say it, let it justify your action, the blood that is still drying under your nails.

‘’ Let me make a few calls, okay? ‘’

You nod. You trust him, utterly and completely, with your safety, your life.

And so the both of you wait, seated shoulder to shoulder on the stairs of his porch. Gil's hand is warm on your knee, caressing the skin that peeks out of your distressed jeans. He wants you to stop bouncing your leg, you know it, it has always bothered him, how your stress showed up in micro-movements. You're making me nervous, ranger.

They come for your car fifteen minutes later, all leather cuts, no motorcycles and a single van. Coco, he tells you his name as he asks for your car keys. When you give it to him with a shaking hand, he tells you that everything is going to be fine, they'll take care of it. You believe him, you believe him because you trust Gil and he trusts them, but still, it feels like you are imposing, even when you know they have probably done this many times before.

Coco looks at Gil, a silent conversation you are not a part of, he notices his hand on your thigh, your busted lip.

‘’ We’re taking care of this, cariño. You're safe now. ‘’ Coco tells you.

You want to believe him, you really do. They leave after that, one car following the other, your secret with them. Yours and Gil's and theirs.

‘’ Don’t make a habit of this. ‘’

Gil’s eyes are back on you. He is joking, and it's funny, you laugh, but it doesn't come out like you want, choked in the throat.

‘’ I'm sorry, Gil. I know we haven't been talking much lately. I- ’’

He stops you, a large hand pressing the skin of your thigh.

‘’ Stop it. Whatever you need, you call, I'll answer. ‘’

You sigh and you allow your head to fall to his shoulder. You can’t remember the last time you had been this close, but it feels like you never left, a random night in a world where none of this would have happened. You thank him because there are no other words to make this right. You want to tell him that you owe him, that you will repent until this debt is paid, until he says you did enough to earn it back. His nose is in your hair and you can feel his chest move up and down with every breath. It had never been about that with him, he always took what you gave, broken pieces, burning ashes, wrapping it all up and giving it back to you fixed. You don’t remember when you started crying, silently sobbing against his arm, but he doesn’t mention it. He holds you, caressing your back with a hand, bringing you closer with the other one.

‘’ Stay with me tonight. ‘’ He whispers in your hair, ‘’ I won’t be able to sleep if you don’t. ‘’

That makes you cry harder. Deep inside of you, something is being fixed, an old war wound that had been buried for so long. I will, you tell him, just for tonight.

He doesn’t believe you, he knows you will get up from the bed the second he falls asleep, take your car that now smells like bleach and citrus, and ride out into the morning, away from him once again. When he rolls to your side of the bed in the morning, finding it cold and empty, he knew he was right. He was used to it, of course, a weird, silent arrangement between you two, that you would never be able to stay put for too long, but today, it hurts, pains him in a way it had never before.

‘’ ‘morning. ‘’

You pass the bathroom door that connects directly to his bedroom. Your hair is still damp from the shower, wearing a new set of his clothes on your back. He doesn’t say it back, he can’t, not when he suddenly doesn’t remember how to breathe, not when he can’t believe you actually stayed the night this time. You are here, and he is staring, he can’t look away.

‘’ I hope I didn’t wake you up. ‘’ You begin, ‘’ I just really wanted a shower, and then I heard Jacob in the kitchen, I… ‘’

You stop then, and he can tell that you have realized too, what he is thinking, why his eyes can leave your form. You try to speak again and explain, anything, but it doesn’t come out. Maybe there is no reason why today you chose to stay, out of all the others you could have. He can hear Rae in the living room, the sound of pans and the french toast that is being cooked in the kitchen. You silently walk to his side of the bed, offering him your hand. You smell like his soap and fresh coffee. He takes a deep breath as he reaches up for your palm, fingers lacing with your own as you finally swallow the lump in your throat.

‘’ Just for today then, yeah? ‘’

Your eyes are soft when he looks up, your smile meeting his own, already bright, unable to stop it from hurting his cheeks. Of course, he says, just for today. As many as you would like.

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#i know its kinda late to be stating opinions on the trial but i never find out about things happening in the news until theyre dying down

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Does anybody else fucking remember hexbugs?

Those were the shit

137 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

#4

We have blorbos and scrimblos and skrunklies and other names that perfectly describe our favorite characters/people and why we like them but I need a word to describe how I feel about Brian David Gilbert, because he's like a skrunkly except I (very specifically) want to watch him slowly go insane in a Marble Hornets style video series that takes place in the rural Midwest.

168 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

#3

People are sometimes confused about how I don't have a gender

But like

Just go into your inventory and right-click on your gender

And then click "drop" in the right-click menu

And now you don't have a gender.

It's not that hard????

271 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

#2

Strategy for arguing against terfs

Every couple of paragraphs, say something that is intended to place trans women into the category of women rather than specifically differentiating them as trans women.

Ways to do this:

Call the terf a misogynist

Tell them that not all women agree with them

Say that women belong in women's spaces

By doing this, you can very easily confuse them because terfs categorize afab and trans women as entirely disconnected groups in their heads, and putting them together causes a very entertaining short-circuit.

(note: it does not work if you say something like "trans women are women too". That is something they are prepared against. You have to force them to think in your headspace. If this works correctly, then you should get a reaction which includes some variation of "kys". This is the factory default for terfs.)

302 notes - Posted September 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Ya know what? Fuck it. I'm making my own folklore now.

Why does the sky change color? Big invisible painter.

Why are there seasons? Ancient spirits. Why do seasons bleed into each other? The spirits are fighting.

What is the moon? Giant angler fish lure.

497 notes - Posted November 27, 2022

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[krakenguard]

I don't think I'm gonna be tuning into the new episode of Our Flag Means Death -- at least not yet! But...

... I am disappointed.

... Spoilers.

It's so weird though because I have gone on to say "please, relax, it's just fiction." Because whether people like it or not, we honestly do enjoy taking our characters through a cheese-grater. Putting them through SO many situations where they're going through so much pain -- ANGST and all that!

But for all the torment we put our blorbos through, we also DO love seeing them... You know, happy.

Like, take Gilbert from Bloodborne for example. I love reading and writing about all the angst the character goes through. But it's also nice and fun to give the character a chance at experiencing a happy future.

Regardless, canonically, the character doesn't meet a happy ending.

... It's...

... It's hard to describe... And it's weird because, like I said: I'm someone who likes seeing some of my blorbos dragged through a cheese-grater. So really, how is... What happened in OFMD any different?

It's like a REALLY weird thing, and I DON'T quite know how to describe it.

... In the end, it IS fiction. And I do feel that it gives no excuse to go after someone with torches and pitchforks because you weren't happy with the outcome?

But at the same time... It's still disappointing. Because, from my understanding, this was supposed to be a more lighthearted show that involved queer pirates. From my understanding, they wanted something different, but...

In the end, they ended up giving us more of the same. That being the death of a character who won the hearts of not just the characters on the show, but from us, the viewers.

And it really DOES sound like a humongous disservice toward Con O'Niell. I watched the show for him.

And... I can't quite remember if I mentioned this before, but I will say it again: With the state of the world - I'm not even gonna go into details - this...

Like, the character dying happened at kind of a particularly bad time. This character brought joy and happiness to people. And then he's gone.

... Like I said: It's a super weird feeling, because I DO feel like no one should be, like... Condemned for the things they write? We all write about dragging our blorbos through a figurative cheese-grater. We all write about our favorites getting killed off.

It's a super complicated feeling.

TLDR: I don't think people should be going after David Jenkins with torches and pitchforks for killing the character off. With that said, I am disappointed that the character DID get killed off. Because it's just more of the same...

I have hopes that the show will continue... I won't deny that I am hopeful that they'll figure some sort of retcon - this character is alive! They found the Dragon Balls or something! But... I'm not holding my breath?

But... With that said... Should there be a Season 3 - unless Con comes back, I'm...

... I MIGHT change my mind. But at the moment, I am going to give it a pass, and end the journey here.

Izzy became the figurehead of the crew, and I kinda do want to say that, likewise, Con became the figurehead of the show - for us, the viewers.

Without him, it just feels... Lost.

[puppypop5]

I think.......ppl zhould zend me azkz abt Gilbert......he iz my new blorbo of the week.....

[janeblr]

top 5 hetalia blorbos, go

MY BELOVEDS, in ascending order……..

5. IVAN!!!!! I had the most horrific crush on him for the first three years of my now decade-long hetalia phase…. While the carnal desire for him to snap my neck is gone, my love and affection remains <3 I like how he’s violent and insane but also a sweetheart who like. Gardens and shit.

4. Liet 🥺🥺🥺 In my head i call him Viktoras because i like it better than his canon name(toris/tolys/tolvydas lmao). Absolutely walking disaster of a man, visible worry lines around him, but IMPOSSIBLE to break and I admire that about him! Such a rich and complex history too which makes for excellent fic fodder lmao

3. Norway my love…….. He’s just very easy for me to project on as an insane older sibling myself. I love his subtle, sarcastic sense of humor, his strange little quirks and habits, his fucking CURLY HAIR!!!! ough. and again with the very complex history with the rest of the Nordics that adds so much depth to their relationships not just as nations but as people with their own thoughts and feelings.

2. fucking Gilbert ugh. He’s just so OLD and WEAK and idk if it’s the CNA in me or what but I feel compelled to just like. wrap him in a blanket and bring him juice. Lots of room for me to play with guilt, purity, and grief. It’s not that I like to see him suffer, it’s that he IS suffering and I want to make it meaningful. I’m currently working on a fic about the last 2-3 years of his life after a consistent physical decline since 1989, where hes cared for by his friends and has to make peace with his past and present. It’s gonna be a while until it’s done but it’s happening I swear.

and.

1. ALFRED FUCKING JONES, BABY! THE US OF A! I have been WHIPPED by this motherfucker since DAY ONE! I roleplayed him for YEARS carefully crafting his personality and history in my mind…. I’m extremely protective over him and audibly hiss whenever I see that someone isn’t doing my boy justice. He’s brash, stubborn, and impulsive but he’s also one of the most selfless, intelligent, and caring people you’ll ever meet. He would take the shirt off his back for you, or bring you soup when you’re sick. He’s always open to learning something new about the world around him, and his love for his friends and family is unmatched. I LOVE THIS MOID!

[newpartnerincrime]

top 5 blorbos

i’m doing what my heart tells me at the moment bc this is hard but i’ll try to do some that aren’t er so this list isn’t too boring to anyone but me😭

1. lucy knight🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

2. carter that little weasel

3. percy jackson is very much in blorbo territory in my head rn idk probably because the news about the show

4. i’m refusing to finish the last season rn but gilbert blythe my anti bud king

5. korra 🤍

[breitzbachbea]

do you have a favorite bit of trivia/fun/not-so-fun fact?

Blorbo related or in general?

Either way, an interesting fun fact is that in Sicily, the most active time for ghosts is not midnight but the minutes preceding it!

Also, a beloved Dachshund of Kaiser Wilhelm II., yes THE Kaiser aka that fucker, is buried (or at least remembered) in the Bergpark Wilhelmshöhe in Kassel, on the Roseninsel. Its name was Erdmann, if I remember correctly. Not only did Schloss Wilhelmshöhe briefly serve as HQ for the Oberste Heeresleitung near the end of WWI, but it was also a summer residence of the Imperial family.

Something to combine my Italian and German funfacts: The Farnese Herkules is nowadays in display in the MANN in Napoli, the same place that is home to Vergil's tomb in a BEAUTIFUL little park. The Kasseler Bergpark houses both a replica of Vergil's tomb as well as a giant replica of the Herkules statue, which overlooks the city.

Some Blorbo trivia...

Francesco was working as a stripper in a strip club in Rome when Lovino caught wind of him and wanted him on his team. Fabio was the one to pick him up from it.

Leo's parents and their dogs are a giant goddamn literary reference joke - Their dad is called Peter, their mom Heidi and they have a Bernhardiner called Josef. Leo is also the only actual Liechtensteiner in Team Liechtenstein - Both Lilli and Hugo are Swiss.

Yesterday me, Riva and Jani decided that Gilbert collects those Koala snack figures. He doesn't care for the snacks though, just for collecting the stuff, so whenever there's a new series out, he just RAIDS the local supermarkets. The one nearest to them has a sign next to the shelf that says "Only 3 per household!!!"