#even though gil is dependable…

[chryzure-archive]

i also don’t know why it would occur in any regard, given that chrysi’s pretty ride-or-die with her boyfriends, but au where she and gil are separated and wren goes between both their houses.. i think he’d call jacks his evil stepmom while at gil’s place, and when gil’s like, “oh, i don’t like jacks either. i don’t know why chrysi’s dating him.” wren will look at him very seriously and says, “i like jacks. he’s my evil stepmom, but he’s very, very bad at it. he tried to drop me off in the middle of the woods, but he ended up getting lost, so i had to lead him out.” gil is in shock.

[whitherwanderer]

Pride Backlighting Tutorial

A few people have shown interest in replicating the pride backlighting I did, so hey, here’s a quick tutorial below the cut.

Enjoy, and happy Pride Month. 🏳️‍🌈

STEP 1 — SETUP

First thing you’ll want to do is find a suitably dark background to bounce the light off of. I use the White Screen housing item dyed Soot Black, available from the Housing Merchant or Apartment Merchant in any of the housing zones for 3000 gil.

I line up 2-3 of them for coverage, but one will do if you're trying to be frugal.

If you don’t have an apartment or an FC room to use, try asking friends, FC mates, or even folks you share a Discord server with. You might even find someone who already has a studio space set up and is willing to let you use it!

Lighting in your studio space should be 0 (though you might have success at 1 as well), so make sure to adjust that or ask the studio owner if they can make that change before you start posing.

STEP 2 — GPOSE

Position your character(s) just a little ways back from the edge of the screen. You want some space between them and the screen so that the lighting can float there without casting a weird circle on the wall.

Hop into /gpose and bump up the “Manual brightness adjustment” to about 120 or whatever level allows you to see your character well enough to pose them. Pose to your heart's content.

STEP 3 — LIGHTS

Here’s the fun part. In the Light tab of the Gpose menu, switch all of your Light sources to Type 1, which has the shortest falloff radius (meaning it doesn't reach as far as Type 2 or 3). I also set all of my lights to one strong color to differentiate them while I worked on lighting—red, green, and blue, all maxed out at 255 (for now).

Swing your camera (still on all default settings) around to your character’s back and up above their head a little ways. This is where Light 1 (red) will go.

Now pan your camera down at about mid-back height and set Light 2 (green) there.

Pan your camera down one last time until you have a nice shot of your character’s butt and set Light 3 (blue).

Spin your camera back around and enjoy this nice little macaw-colored gradient.

STEP 4 — CAMERA

Set your camera angle.

The way FFIXV’s lighting works is partially dependent on how much light is in a shot. It will adjust a lot like your eyes do when you’re entering a dark room from a bright room, or vice versa. Your zoom level and camera angle are going to directly affect the lighting, so set this before you start messing with light strength and color. Sometimes this means weaker lighting will actually light your character better.

I ended up bringing my lights down to around ~160 and boosted the "Manual brightness adjustment" up quite a bit to get lighting I was happier with.

For a straightforward vertical shot, I like to have my Field of View (FOV) at 200 and of course my rotation is set to 90. Zoom in or out as needed. Remember to save your camera angle if you plan to pan around and fix things!

STEP 5 — COLOR

Make it ~queer~.

Take your flag of choice and pick out 2-3 “main” hues. Generally these will be the strongest hues in the flag, if not the only ones. Some flags, like the Pride/Progress/Intersex-Inclusive flag itself, are difficult to replicate for the sheer number of colors that are in it. You can loosely represent a rainbow with some adjustment to the RGB colors, if you’re determined to have a whole rainbow in there.

Shader Note: I recommend picking a shader preset that doesn’t mess too much with color so that colors are represented correctly. You may need to adjust light strength and “Manual brightness adjustment” to be compatible with your preset of choice. Bloom will also heavily affect the way your colors are showing up, so you may need to tone down the bloom FX or toggle it off entirely. This all depends on your preset, however.

If you’re not into RGB math, here are some cheat sheets! Not every flag is represented here of course, but I tried to cover as many colors as I could so that you could grab a color from another flag as needed! Please note that colors will need some adjustment for your own screenshot, presets, and preferences.

And that’s it, y’all! 🏳️‍🌈

(Open this image up in a new tab for more detail.)

These were taken using a heavily customized shader for that nice glowy effect.

[the-passenger-if]

hi Pime! Is it too early to ask questions about your new project yet? ROs and characters and setting and stuff? Sorry if this sounds pushy, that’s not intended!

Not at all! I enjoy talking about my IFs <3

Since I'm working on two projects I'll give you a quick rundown of both of them. First,

❆❆❆Leesangre❆❆❆

This game is set in the southernmost tip of South America in a distant future after a cataclysm wipes out most of humanity and the Earth turns into a big snow globe.

The main character travels in a caravan along with their family/clan which are also the only people they have ever interacted with, 1. because there aren't a lot of human beings around, just small settlements, and 2. because their family doesn't want other people to know about the main character. The lack of contact with other human beings and their constant dependency on their family has made the main character very sheltered.

The game starts after the death of the matriarch of the clan just as the main character's big brother becomes the new leader and everyone is feeling very uncertain about the future. The family consists of the main character's father (a huge mother-hen to everyone but mostly to MC and MC's niblings); the main character's brother (who has a strained relationship with MC); the mechanic of the caravan (the best mechanic in the world, or at least that's what they proclaim); the "shaman" of the caravan (a woman the caravan adopted when she was nine, she's in her late twenties at the start of the game); the main character's nephews, two teens who are also the clan's hunters, and the preteen nibling who has yet to find what role in the clan they will fulfill (these three were given to the clan when they were six, five, and one year old and they are presumably children of another big brother MC has never met); the main character's five-year-old niece and four-year-old nibling (they are the children of MC's brother and the mechanic). The clan also adopts a guy they find passed out in the snow at the start of the game (something neither the clan nor this guy really wanted but is forced onto all of them after he finds out about the main character).

The romantic options are:

Heco (they/them) — the clan's mechanic. They are thirty years old and they prefer to be maintaining the caravan than interacting with others but they don't mind people sitting in a corner and watching them work if they aren't too distracting and promise not to touch their tools. They're also the parent of MC's youngest's niblings, but they aren't in a relationship with MC's brother and never have been. It's a bit complicated.

Mo (she/her) — the curandera or shaman of the clan. If Heco is the hands of the caravan, Mo is its soul. It's impossible not to know where she is at any given time because she's a talking machine and also the type who loves to make people laugh. Of course, her jokes are hit or miss now that everyone is mourning the clan's matriarch but Mo's sense of humor can be like a runaway freight train if she isn't paying attention. (Mo is also my attempt at the friends-to-lovers trope)

Gil (he/his) — the guy the clan saves from certain death. He's in his early twenties and speaks a language that's more common in the north of the continent, so what was he doing completely alone so down south? Even though not much is known about him, he is friendly and quick to adapt to his new life in the caravan.

This game is a trilogy and I will add a few more ROs in the next books.

Project 2 is called,

˚.༄˚.༄A Song of Sirens and Soulmates (ASOSAS)˚.༄˚.༄

ASOSAS is set in modern times (2024∼) in an alternate timeline where Sirens appeared in the fifties changing the world forever. The game starts in New York but the main character and their buddy are thrown into the Siren realm around the first or second chapter so don't expect a lot NY lore.

In this alternate timeline Sirens are considered THE beauty standard with tall and toned bodies if they are male and petite and graceful figures if they are female. Also pointy ears, cavernous black eyes, and wide mouths full of sharp teeth.

Although they prefer to live in their own dimension it isn't rare to see Sirens as movie stars, runway models, and musicians. Most humans won't ever interact with this larger-than-life creatures but a few lucky ones will get claimed by the Song of the Siren, a red dot that shows up just above a person's belly button and marks them as a Siren's soulmate. Sure, leaving the human realm means never coming back but most people will take the opportunity if it means marrying and forming a family with these impossibly beautiful (and rich) beings.

Unfortunately, the main character of this game isn't interested in any of that and has been on the run since they were twenty and they were claimed. Seven years later, their betrothed finds them in a prison cell after they and their road buddy are detained at a punk show. MC is able to convince the Siren to bring said road buddy along and off they go into the Siren realm. Now MC and their ally must come up with a plan to escape before MC's wedding day befalls them.

The romantic options are:

Spook (ze/hir) — MC's ally in this mess. They met a month before the start of the game and decided to travel together for the time being. Spook is a thirty-three year old crust punk that can't stand Sirens and the power they wield over humans. Ze's also half-human and half-Siren, something ze carefully hides behind masks and dark shades. (Non-binary RO)

Verna/Vernon "Vern" Harley (she/her or he/his) — Twenty-four year old Vern is on the same boat as MC; they are a Siren's soulmate who has just arrived to this realm. Unlike MC, however, they've completely bought into the Siren fantasy and can't wait to marry and form a big family with their betrothed. Vern might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but they are a sweetheart and painfully candid. They are a breath of fresh air among the sneers of the Sirens. (Gender choosable RO)

Camille Abadi (she/her or he/his) — In their mid to late thirties, Camille has been married to their Siren for a longer time than they've been single. They speak with the tiniest trace of a french accent, which is hard to notice when they so seldom speak. They are very polite and attentive but a hard person to get to know on a deeper level. (Gender choosable RO)

[runawaymun]

i'm very obsessed with your depiction of Song in and the stars shine the same. you write it with such a different feel for each character, if that makes sense? especially since it's always been to me such a difficult concept to portray well in fic. i've been wondering, what do you think everyone's Singing is like, if you've thought about it? whether just as like the general feel to it to a bystander/listener, or just purely sound qualities, like i seem to remember glorfindel's baritone singing voice as a thing a lot of people would write.

i'm very sorry if this was asked/discussed before however i am...well not *new* but it's been years since i was active around lotr/silm tumblr. i am rapidly getting pulled back in to fan spaces it would seem. anyways. <3

Ahhhh oh wow! What a cool ask this is! Thank you so much. Playing with Song and Music and Themes in my fics is one of my favorite things to do. Songs of Power are just soooo damn cool I can't help myself. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to respond to this, I've just been trying to compile my thoughts! Buckle up cause this is gonna get kind of long.

Elrond is easiest for me to nail down for obvious reasons. I've dug into his Music the most out of everyone, but it feels different to different people. For a lot of elves it can be very overwhelming because there is just SO much going on in his Theme. A lot of syncopation and dissonance (in the best possible way. Just super fun note combinations). Usually his Music is quite steady and calming. Generally I think of his actual singing voice to sound like Colin O'Malley does in Thomas Bergensen's Sonera. Strong and open-sounding and just....the slight rasp but like it's still so gorgeous and hngggggg. Though, with Rings of Power (or just a younger) Elrond specifically I imagine more like Reeve Carney's voice -- especially as Orpheus in Hadestown. Again you get that bright, open sort of voice but there's a sweetness and a vibrato to Reeve's voice that I just adore for a young Elrond!

Gil-Galad is another character whose music I have thought about a whole bunch (mostly in contrast to Elrond's, due to To Partake), and he has a very even quarter-time beat and just. Idk he sounds and feels so orderly and steady and kind of brassy to me. I don't have headcannons on his singing voice, though.

Celebrimbor also has an even quarter-time beat but his music is more relaxed and there's room in it for play. Like it has a swing beat every once in a while, and in general he just has this very big, open, echoing feeling. Like he is just huge idk. Music that just thunders around your ears in the best possible way. I also don't have a headcannoned sound for his singing voice yet but in general I think it would be pretty low.

Maglor is different for me depending on pre or post Oath, in terms of his actual Theme. Pre Oath there is a lot of interest and complexity, and post Oath that sort of gets drowned out by the overlaying Theme of the Oath (which feels horribly loud, with this plodding sort of beat that gets faster and faster the more Oath-madness is upon the Feanorians). His singing voice is like Joey Batey from The Amazing Devil. The way that Joey is capable of singing with this gorgeous, soulful, sweet voice and then he can turn on a dime to sound like he's about to tear someone to shreds and you're pretty sure that nobody should be able to sing THAT fucking loud without breaking their vocal chords? The RANGE? The way his voice just sends shivers up your spine? Yeah. Maglor.

Galadriel I don't have much on because she is kind of an enigma to me. But I think there would definitely be an aspect of her Theme that would put you on edge. As far as her singing voice go, I actually wrote Convergence I while listening to "Sonera" and yeah the male voice in Sonera I headcannon as Elrond, and the female voice I headcannon as Galadriel for that specific scene. In general though, I tend to hear her voice as sounding like Kate St. Pierre in Hurt by Thomas Bergensen.

Celebrian has a lot of strings and flutes in her theme to me. It's orderly but more like a 3/4 time signature. The kind of thing you want to dance to or listen to while you're taking a long walk. Mostly high notes. Her singing voice sounds like the the female part in Sun and Moon (which I would like to find out who that is but unfortunately I can not seem to find her credited anywhere). Like it's pretty but there's this sort of untamed edge to her voice, just a bit. (Also I am a big fat nerd about Sun and Moon because a) Cel and Elrond are sun and moon coded to me and b) the male voice which is actually the song's composer sounds CLOSE enough to my headcannoned Elrond singing voice that I can sit back and imagine they're singing a duet haha)

Arwen is like a mix between her parents. She's got that 3/4 beat like Cel but there IS a bit of syncopation from Elrond in there, but similar sort of harps/strings vibes. Purple, to me. I do not know how to explain what purple even means or sounds like in this context asdlkgh. But her voice sounds like Eurielle - very much thinking about Luthien's Lament, specifically.

I unfortunately do not have a lot of headcannons for Elladan and Elrohir yet but we'll get there quite shortly with boundless sky.

Luthien has the sort of voice that will just fucking blow your socks off. I know she sang Morgoth to sleep blah blah but girl has power in that voice and the world's most ridiculous range. I am thinking specifically of ghost love score. And yes, her Theme sounds like orchestral metal. Sauron fucking hates it.

Morgoth is jazz. That is all I have to say on that.

That's all of the people I have nailed down as to what they sound like! Thank you SO much for this ask. It was so much fun to respond to!

[celiciaa]

GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN EVENT STORY....

SWEET.

Together with the prince.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

MINORS DNI.

Emma: I want my big brother to love me!

The little rabbit's cheeks turned slightly red and her smile widened as she declared innocently.

(No, no…she’s just a child.)

Gilbert: Are you referring to another big brother?

Emma: Yeah.

Gilbert: Does that brother have anything to do with what happened earlier?

Emma: He is.

(No way, Emma's first love….)

There was only one thing in mind.

Gilbert: I understand. You’re talking about big brother Akatsuki, right?

The owner of the bookstore where Emma works has known her since she was a child.

At around this age, Emma should know.

Emma: No.

(I was wrong.)

Emma: But I heard it from big brother Akatsuki.

Emma: There was a boy in a certain place who never gave up on people in need.

Emma: Like the crying children and grandmothers in trouble….

Emma: Or an older sister who is fighting and an older brother who is tired….

Emma: That boy is smart, and he always helps in all kinds of ways.

(….)

Emma: Everyone laughs when that boy is around.

Emma: Whether he was angry, crying, sad, or frustrated….

Emma: Everyone laughs and forgets all the bad stuff.

Emma: I want to be like that big brother.

Gilbert: Why?

Emma: Because it makes me happy when people laugh.

Emma: I'm trying so hard to be like him….

Emma: …I'm doing my best…

Emma gripped the hem of her dress again and looked closely at the place where the man had disappeared.

(You wanted him to laugh, regardless of whether he was a villain or not. ...There's probably no logic to it.)

(Being able to feel the smiles of others as if they were your happiness is a certain talent.)

(The little rabbit originally had that talent…)

(After hearing Akatsuki's story, I came to consider that a boy who no longer exists anywhere became an ideal.)

I was overcome by an indescribable emotion, and my smile almost crumbled.

(…No wonder, the little rabbit reminded me of my past self.)

(I thought we were alike, but…)

(I guess because of me, you have learned the "bad" way to put others before yourself.)

Gilbert: Hey, little rabbit. Would you like to meet that boy?

Emma: Gil, do you know him!?

Emma's eyes lit up, and I could feel the strength of her passion.

Gilbert: But he might not be the same big brother you think he is, you know?

Gilbert: People change. That child may become someone completely different from what you longed for.

Gilbert: He may become the kind of adult who ignores people in need and does not reach out to them.

(….You must have been very disappointed in me for not thinking anything of the fight between the traffickers/smugglers, aren’t you?)

Gilbert: Do you still want to see him?

Emma: I want to!

Emma: After all, big brother Akatsuki said so.

Emma folds her arms cutely and raises her eyebrows.

Perhaps she is imitating Akatsuki.

Emma: "People are like roses."

Emma: "Roses may wither, bloom, or bud depending on the season."…

Emma: "The roots remain the same no matter what."

Gilbert: ….

Emma: That’s why I'm sure big brother hasn't changed at all.

Emma: Because his roots will always remain the same.

("Father" even talked about that to the little Emma.)

I felt like I learned about Emma's background as she grew up as Rhodolite's Belle.

Emma: Even so…

Emma: Maybe I don't want to see him just yet.

Gilbert: Huh, you looked so eager to see him earlier.

Emma: Because, you know, I'm still not as good as my big brother.

Emma: I want everyone to laugh, but sometimes I can't…

Emma: It would be best to meet my big brother once I am able to do things properly.

Emma: …I want to love my big brother as much as he loves me.

Emma: So don't tell anyone...Gil.

Finally, Emma lowers her voice and puts a small finger in front of her lips.

(This child's cuteness is now a deadly weapon. She’s dangerous. ...I need to notify the castle immediately of a no-contact order.)

Even though I was touched by her gestures, my mouth couldn’t help but relax.

(Maybe I'm just having a convenient dream….)

(If this is the little rabbit's first love, I've heard good things.)

Gilbert: Hehe, got it. Whenever you want to see him, just let me know, okay?

Emma: Yes!

With the little rabbit smiling again, we walk around the town again.

We ate lots of delicious food, bought "sparkles", and played with the playground equipment at the park in town….

In the meantime, the sky changed color and the night, favored by the wicked, arrived.

Roderich: Lord Gilbert.

As Emma was sleeping soundly on the bed, which was too big for a small child, I was soothing her body,

Roderich entered without a sound and kneeled.

Gilbert: Did you find it?

Roderich: As you command.

Gilbert: That's good. I'm sure you investigated his additional charges as well?

Roderich: Yes.

I received the document that was handed to me and looked through it.

There were all sorts of dirty deeds that the little rabbit wouldn't be able to see.

(Aah, this is no good.)

(I never intended to keep him alive in the first place, but there is so much corruption and deception.)

Gilbert: Roderich, let’s switch places.

I let go of Emma and I stood up.

Roderich: No, I'll handle it myself——

Gilbert: This time it's okay because it includes personal information.

I put on the jacket I had taken off and checked the gun I always carry, apart from my cane.

When I loaded a bullet into an empty chamber and put it in my pocket,

I turned to Roderich, who was puzzled about what to do with little Emma.

Gilbert: But you know what will happen if the little rabbit gets more attached to you, don't you?

Roderich: I'll try not to wake her up.

Gilbert: Yeah, just be careful, okay?

Gilbert: ….I’m sorry, Emma.

I walked over to her without making a sound and stroked her bangs lightly.

Emma's expression was calm as if she was dreaming about something.

Gilbert: You said that the roots remain the same, but that's not true.

Gilbert: The roots of flowers rot if they're in the wrong environment.

Gilbert: …But I will never let your roots rot. // But your roots will never rot.

Gilbert: May you remain a beautiful woman at heart….

Gilbert: And I’ll do what I must.

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[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.)

[myechoecho]

Finally had a chance to catch up on the last two episodes of My Dearest.

My reaction to Gil Chae rejecting Jang Hyun's offer to run away with him:

He literally told her that he made it a game. That he never considered her feelings because he "knew" what she wanted. That he would pretend she could never have him so he could get her. She's telling how it made her feel, how much it hurt and somehow he's still the wronged one? After the gaslighting he's done? "I will be punished and killed by you" Give me a break.

And yet, she still hesitates. She goes with him at first.

But ultimately she chooses to stay with her loved ones, whom she has been taking care of and protecting for years now. People who Jang Hyun doesn't even consider. She's putting herself first and refusing to play his game anymore. How can she trust him? He doesn't share anything of himself. He tells her he cares for her but only after he's joked or been deliberately cruel to her. Which, by the way, he does until the very end (will you be my husband? That depends on how you behave, it's up to me). You'd think he'd stop that given what she told him.

Honestly, at this point I question if he really loves her. It's started to feel like what he accused her of: he only wants what he cannot have. He sure as hell doesn't know her very well. I think he has an image of her when they first met and to him, that is who she is. It completely disrespects everything she has done to survive and protect the people she loves. Her growth as a person has been huge but he doesn't recognize it and hasn't cared enough to ask.

FIRMLY on Team Gil Chae, who is a Queen and deserves better that what Jang Hyun can currently offer. Though please do not marry that officer.

I'm kind of glad there is a break because I'm not sure if I want to watch part 2, given how much I was cussing out Jang Hyun while watching ep 9/10. Previous episodes made me want to slap him upside the head. But ep 10 was a whole different level and right now, I'd be angry if she winds up with him by the end of part 2. He's shown zero growth where she is concerned.

[toskarin]

top 3 ff jobs?

red mage is my favourite, to the surprise of nobody, but I'm not a fan of how they play in FFXIV! I wish it leaned more on their fluid role as dps with emergency white magic

dragoon is either second or first place depending on the day and how much the game in question leans into their aesthetic. if the dragoon is jumping and has some dragon stuff going on, they're good shit

black mage is third, because even though they're not the most conceptually novel job, I like the vibe of a snobby mage with a big hat who does scary magic. if you don't have a funny hat and a scarf that covers half your face, you're not serious

FFXIV's samurai is a series outlier, but samurai in general deserves an honourable mention because of how funny gil toss is

[blackbirdffxiv]

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Not me entertaining the idea of possibly opening my own little RP place in DT.

I originally tried to do something but after talking with a friend, realized my ideas probably never panned out because I tried to do way too much for a place I'd essentially be running by myself.

When in reality: I should be going simple, and doing something that I enjoy for FUN, versus for the perks of reputation that came from a "unique concept" which, tbh, now looking at it, is just a recipe for disasters because of the possibility of bad apples who don't like to follow rules.

So possibly in Dawntrail, once things calm down, depending on my spoons, I may or may not be opening a tiny bar in Ellie's house; nothing special, just a small place people can come and hang out with their friends in a calm, neutral setting.

No ERP services (though it may be 18+ only cuz I ain't babysitting anyone's kids), no gil or even in-game items traded, just focus solely on RP in a setting where folks can just chill.

TLDR:

Old itch for possibly starting my own RP place is coming back, might explore things post-dawntrail's release. It wouldn't even be weekly, more like bi-weekly for a couple hours. And hey, it'd be a good thing for Ellie to do now that she no longer has a murderous hungry voidsent rustling around in her body (and is now somewhat normal again) EDIT: I meant the FC house not my personal :dead:

[historia-vitae-magistras]

do you have any thoughts on prussia and Canada non romantically? I think they could have an interesting dynamic that’s way overshadowed by all the shipping in the fandom, like they were enemies at one point and i think Prussia would fear Canada bc Canadians had a reputation of being really strong on the battlefield in both world wars. I think they’re def chill w/ each other modern day though.

I understand if this just isn’t ur thing, just those two are making me think thoughts and I cannot find any non romantic content of them

this was all sparked by your fic where Matt and jack are captured by Gilbert and Ludwig btw, I really liked how you wrote the dialogue there. Also you mentioned they had interacted before, care to elaborate? 👀

Oh, man yeah. Idk what precisely about prucan makes me want to jump in a lake, but in my universe, Matt literally took or nearly took Gilbert's head off with an axe in 1918 to slow the German spring offensive so lol yeah. That was his little side quest during the whole 'Alfred was mad Jack and Zee moved back behind the lines without Matt' fic from a while back. A solid quarter of Matt's war crimes were directly against Gilbert and Ludwig personally.

With the whole invisible meme and how practically every man, woman and child in Quebec participated in extremely severe brutality against the Americans and British in the 17th and 18th centuries and then threw our war crimes record on top, it's just too perfect not to write him as a trench wraith. Other nations have limits. Europe may stay their hands personally often because they never know when they might need that ally later. But Matt's never held back in his life. He couldn't afford to when he was small, and crawling on his belly through no man's land was easy for him. Ghosting his way behind enemy lines, spitting skulls and slitting throats is nothing new for him. He did that as a child, the wee freak.

And Gilbert did, too. Knight, crusader, zealot whose hand was certainly not stayed. Mutual recognition of being so fucked up they can't spend much time with the other without being reminded of some USDA Grade-A beef. I fully adhere to the headcanons that Matt's a walking flashback for Gilbert in some circumstances. But they get along fine. It's incredibly funny to picture a 1,200-year-old war machine chatting with Alfred or Arthur and then absolutely jumping out of his skin because Matt appears out of nowhere wanting affection or is just interested in the conversation. The whole anglophone world has swallowed Alfred's or even Arthur's perspective about Matt being the milder, sweeter version of Alfred, but Gilbert's specific situational PTSD just sweating bullets gives me life. It's a kind of cruel, but Matt takes utterly too much pleasure in it.

As for before that point, the long 19th century of Anglo-German fuckery as Anglo-Saxonism and a largely German monarchy drew Britain into closer cultural ties among the elite of Germany and Prussia; Gilbert often found himself in Arthur's company. They fucked a lot, mutually griping about their children. Gilbert and Matthew met and saw each other, and I want to rewrite that ficlet where Gilbert isn't exactly clocking him when he really should be in my current timeline lol. The part from canon about how everyone sees Matt in his early life as being a menacing figure at Arthur's shoulder greatly appeals to me. The guard dog with the loyalty and obedience of the best of Arthur's hounds.

Like at least once in a group drinking setting, Francois' arse has caught and kept Arthur's attention and Matt and Gilbert find themselves at a table having a conversation and swapping stories that would have them both before the Hague if they were more recent. And they just vibe. Both men depend utterly on the goodwill of often testy and impatient brothers. There is a loneliness of having one neighbour that matches fairly well with having mostly neighbours who probably hate Gil's guts on some level and loving women who could kill them. This absolute canyon of difference in how Gilbert is relegated to the museum display case, and Matt is an active, dynamic part of the world political system that keeps them apart.

[queen-dahlia]

𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟴 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩

reading this again makes my blood boil, that damn emperor. (＃｀д´)ﾉ

Gil my poor baby (இ﹏இ`｡)

CW: Characters deaths

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation | ⫘⫘ : flashback

I remembered something I didn't like.

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Albert: "Listen, Gil. I'm on your side no matter what."

Albert: "I promise. I won't leave you alone. So...?"

Gilbert: "Really...?"

Gilbert: "Are you sure you will say "welcome home" to me if I come back from Rhodolite?"

Albert: "Ah, naturally. When I say "see you later," then I must also greet you with a "welcome home."

There was a lot of blood in Obsidian Castle back then.

The fierce rivalry for succession between the brothers was so severe.

Everyone who has the right to the throne kills anyone who gets in their way in order to gain the absolute power of Obsidian.

Albert, my older brother by three years, and myself were irrelevant.

In the midst of this, our mother and Albert suddenly suggested medical treatment in Rhodolite.

Before the succession battle begins, the poor prince, who was sickly and on the verge of dying, is secretly sent out of the country––

It could have been the farewell of a lifetime in a court where deaths occur daily.

Albert: "Don't worry, Gil. By the time you get back to this castle, hell will be over."

Albert: "I will greet you with a smile, so hurry up and get well."

Mother: "I hope you make some friends along the way. Gil is often alone…"

Mother: "In Rhodolite, you might be able to make friends without worrying about your identity, right?"

Mother: "Friends are good. I know there will be a lot of hard times and a lot of fun times ahead."

Mother: "When you have someone to share them with, your heart shines every day."

Mother: "But you're a kind and smart child, and you're afraid to make friends... aren't you?"

Gilbert: "Yeah... because the kids I get along with might end up getting killed, right?"

Albert: "If you make friends, you just have to protect them, right? Gil is capable, you can do that."

Mother: "Besides, one cannot live alone. We definitely need someone to share our worries and our joys with."

Mother: "Isn't it?"

Gilbert: "… I'll do my best."

Albert: "Great job. And eat a lot of good food. Your health depends on the food you eat."

Albert: "You eat too little. Eat as much as you can when you can, like me."

Gilbert: "I wonder if that will make me strong like Albert."

Albert: "Ah, you can. You can run around every day. Okay?"

Both Albert and our mother laugh as warmly as the sun.

So I laughed, too.

Gilbert: "I'll come back stronger."

Gilbert: "See you later."

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And when I returned after a period of medical treatment — Albert and Mother welcomed me back.

In headless, freshly severed heads.   //   Headless—just freshly decapitated.

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Luke: "Hey, what are you doing!?"

Luke's angry voice pushes the memories of the past far away.

(—Oh, I just did it.)

The little rabbit, who had hit her back against the wall when she was thrown away, was coughing violently.

Even though it was a quick moment, I forgot to use the right amount of force.

(But it can't be helped.)

Gilbert: "What, Little Rabbit was in the way."

Luke: "There's got to be a better way to protect her!"

Gilbert: "Protect? Why should I protect the little rabbit that tried to drag me down by doing something unnecessary?"

Many of the people who gather at Clavis' secret soirée are people whose lives were changed on Blood-Stained Rose Day.

I assumed in advance that some of them would hate Obsidian so much that they would come and attack me.

(But I never thought that Little Rabbit would try to protect me.)

(… What is she trying to do as my prey?)   //   (… What kind of prey are you trying to be?)

Emma: "Ha…hah…"

Little Rabbit repeats her breathing in agony.   //   Little Rabbit repeats painful breathing.

I didn't hold back, as if I were throwing out unpleasant and uncomfortable feelings.

(Apparently, you need to be disciplined.)

Clank, clank.

As I approach, with my cane hitting the floor, Luke defends the little rabbit.

Luke: "Stop it, Gil!"

Gilbert: "… Stand down."

Luke: "I'll never back down!"

Even Luke, who should be more accustomed to killing than the little rabbit, could see the faintest trace of sweat.

Watching him embrace the trembling little rabbit reminded me once again that I am a big villain.

Luke: "You, why are you so angry all of a sudden?"

Gilbert: "I wasn't angry. I was just uncomfortable."   //   "I'm not angry. It was just unpleasant."

Gilbert: "How could I not have noticed that?"

The man and the knife lay on the floor.

For me, who's used to fighting, it's not a big deal, but for Little Rabbit, it's different.

Gilbert: "Do you have anything to say?"

(I hope you realize that you have done something stupid.)

I pointed the tip of the cane in front of her, and she stare at it.

The trampling beast is an existence that can steal words with its murderous intent alone.

Still, the little rabbit breathes in and out, taking in a chestful of air, as if in resistance.

(—… Maybe it’s the first time I’ve received such a cheeky reaction towards me with bloodlust.)

Emma: "… If you give up on having a conversation… this is what you get."

Emma: "I don't think violence is justice... for me…"

Emma: "Even if there is a gap... no matter how big it is... we should try to fill it."

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

Emma: "To let violence alone... speak for itself..."

Emma: "It's what the beast... does."

(. . . . . .)

Gilbert: "…Hmm?"

(I see... that's what you're thinking now.)

(It's an obvious answer, and frankly, I don't care.)

The little rabbit shows no signs of remorse.

(I wanted to hear an excuse for the stupidity of "protecting me".)

In this state, I don't even know who or where I am aiming my murderous intent.

Luke: "Come on, Gil. You're on the side of the weak, aren't you?"

Luke: "What you are doing is threatening Emma."

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

(Luke says that...)

(… But what if I didn't react earlier and the little rabbit had been stabbed by a knife?)

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Over and over and over and over again—I remember that scene that repeatedly appears in my dreams.

The crime of giving opinions to the emperor in order to stop the rivalry for the succession—that is the crime of Albert and Mother.

I don't need to ask why they tried to stop the conflict.

It was to protect the sickly prince.

They were lives that were lost to protect me.

It is the same as the earlier foolishness of the little rabbit, doing things without asking.   //   Just like Little Rabbit's stupidity earlier, she does things without asking.

(I can't forgive you.)

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Gilbert: "… Hmm… that's right."

Still, the murderous intent disappeared.

Any further pressure would cause breathing difficulties.

(… The villain doesn't need any intervention.)

Gilbert: "It certainly wasn't like me."

Gilbert: "I'm sorry, I just got upset because Little Rabbit did something so stupid."   //   "The little rabbit did something so stupid that I got upset, I'm sorry?"

(Don't you even betray me, my "friend.")

(I'm the only one allowed to kill my prey.)

Also "I'm the only one allowed to kill you", Gil is referring to Emma/You but they still used the 'my prey' here

Even after I stopped my murderous intent, the little rabbit remained trembling…

Eventually, Luke takes her away from the venue.

I never once made eye contact with the little rabbit during that time. 

[viatagrinner]

Gilbert's POV. Ch. 8: I want to tame/to discipline Miss Bunny.

TW: Description of the deaths of minor characters.

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I remembered something I didn't like.

Albert: Listen, Gil. I'm on your side no matter what .

Albert: I promise. I won't leave you alone. So...?

Gilbert: Really....?

Gilbert: Would you really say "Welcome home" to me if I came back from Rhodolite?

Albert: Oh, naturally. When you say, "Have a good day," you must always be greeted with a "welcome home".

There was a lot of blood in Obsidian Castle at that time.

The fierce struggle of the older brothers for the succession/emperor's throne was so cruel.

Everyone who is entitled to the throne kills everyone who gets in his way in order to gain absolute power in Obsidian.

Albert, who was three years older than me, was no stranger/unrelated to the story.

It was at this time that my mother and Albert unexpectedly suggested that I go to Rhodolite for treatment.

The poor prince, who was sickly and about to die before the succession battle, was sent out of the country in secret....

It could have been the farewell of a lifetime in a court where deaths occur every day.

Albert: It's all right, Gil. By the time you get back to this castle, hell will be over.

Albert: I will greet you with a smile, so get well soon.

Mother: I hope you make some friends along the way. Gil is often alone. //It would be nice if you could make some friends while you're at it. Gil is alone a lot.

Mother: In Rhodolite you can make friends without worrying about your status, right?

Mother: Friends are a good thing. I know there will be a lot of hard times and a lot of fun times ahead.

Mother: When you have someone to share with, your heart shines brighter every day.

Mother: But you're sweet/kind and smart, but you're afraid to make friends... Aren't you?

Gilbert: Because..... a kid who befriends me might get killed, no?

Albert: You make friends, you just have to protect them. Because Gil is talented, he can do that much.

Mother: Besides, one cannot live alone. We definitely need someone to share our worries and our joys with.

Mother: Right?

Gilbert: ....OK, I'll do my best.

Albert: This rule. Eat lots of good food. Your health depends on the food you eat.

Albert: You're too skinny. Eat more when you can eat, like I do.

Gilbert: If I do that, I wonder if I can become as strong as you, Albert.

Albert: Yes, you can. You can run every day.

Albert and my mother both smile as warmly as the sun.

So I, too, smiled.

Gilbert: I'll come back stronger.

Gilbert: See you later.

And when I returned after my recuperation period, Albert and my mother welcomed me back.

Headless, with their heads recently severed.

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Luke: Hey, what are you doing!

Luke's angry shouts push the memories of the past into the distance.

(...Oh, I just did it.)

Miss Bunny hit her back against the wall as she lunged, and I threw her off with force.

Even though it happened suddenly, I had forgotten how to adjust the force.

(But it can't be helped, can it?)

Gilbert: What, Miss Bunny was in the way.

Luke: There is a better way to protect her.

Gilbert: Protect? Why should I protect Miss Bunny, who got in my way by doing unnecessary things?

The lives of many of the people gathered at Clavis' secret evening changed on Bloodstained Rose Day.

I assumed in advance that some of them would hate Obsidian so much that they would want to bite me.

(But I never thought Miss Bunny would try to cover for me.)

(...I wonder why you're trying to hurt my prey.)

MC: Ha…. hah…

Miss Bunny repeatedly breathes painfully.

She didn't give up, as if throwing away unpleasant and uncomfortable feelings.

(Seemed to need discipline/taming here.)

*The sound of a cane* I approach, Luke protects Miss Bunny.

Luke: Stop, Gil!

Gilbert: ...Stand back.

Luke: I'll never back down!

Even Luke, who should be more accustomed to killing than Miss Bunny, could see a faint trace of sweat.

As I watched him embrace the trembling Miss Bunny, I was reminded once again that I am a big bad guy.

Luke: Why are you suddenly so angry?

Gilbert: I'm not angry. It was just an unpleasant decision/completion.

Gilbert: Or maybe I didn't notice as much.

I threw a glance at the man and the knife lying on the floor. To me, accustomed to combat, this weapon is of little importance, but to Miss Bunny it is dangerous.

Gilbert: Do you have something to say?

(I hope you realize what a foolish thing you've done.)

I bring the tip of my cane to her eyes.

The beast of trampling/conquest is such that its killing power alone can rob you of your words.

In spite of this, Miss Bunny breathes in full-throated air as if she is trying to resist and trying to get up.

(━━....... I think this is the first time I've ever gotten such a cheeky response in return to bloodlust.)

MC: .....If you refuse to engage in dialogue... that's what's going to happen.

MC: I don't think violence ....is justice...

MC: An effort must be made..... to fill any gap.

Gilbert: ......

MC: Only violence.......is what you’re good at.

MC: And that’s what..the beast truly does.

(........)

Gilbert: .....Huh?

(I see, so that's what you're thinking now.)

(It's an obvious answer, and frankly, I don't care.)

Miss Bunny shows no signs of remorse.

(I was hoping to hear her defense of her stupidity in "covering for me".)

In this state, I don't even know where to direct my bloodlust.

Luke: That's enough, Gil. You're on the side of the weak, aren't you?

Luke: What are you doing threatening MC?

Gilbert: ......

(Luke says so, but .....)

(...What if I hadn't reacted sooner and Miss Bunny got stabbed?)

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Again and again, and again, and again, I remember that scene in my dreams.

Albert and my mother were accused of giving their opinion to the emperor in order to stop the dispute over the succession to the throne.

I don't need to ask now why they tried to stop the conflict.

It was to protect the sickly prince.

It was a life that was lost to protect.

As with Miss Bunny's stupidity earlier, she does everything without being asked.

(It is impossible to forgive/allow.)

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Gilbert: ….Hmm, that’s right.

Nevertheless, the bloodlust was gone.

Any further pressure would cause breathing difficulties.

(....The bad guys don't need intervention.)

Gilbert: Of course, that wasn't like me.

Gilbert: Sorry, I got upset when Miss Bunny did that stupid thing, right?

(Don't betray me, even you, my "friend".)

(I'm the only one allowed to kill my prey [you].)

Even after my bloodlust had passed, Miss Bunny kept shaking. Luke picks her up, and she disappears from the hall.

I never once made eye contact with Miss Bunny during that time.

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Gilbert's Masterlist

[avantegarda]

i have decided to go ahead and make a long post about elrond's feelings towards his parents because i feel like it's a very complex situation and changes a lot over time? i like both elwing/earendil and the feanorians a lot, so hopefully this will be fairly nuanced and not make anyone Red With Rage.

Childhood:

No point in mincing words: I think when Elrond was very young he felt a lot of resentment towards his parents (edit: or at least earendil, depending on whether elrond knew what happened to elwing). Of course Earendil and Elwing had good reasons for sailing away/birdifying respectively, but those reasons are hard for a six-year-old to comprehend. Unfortunately, to tiny Elrond, it just seemed like abandonment. Maedhros and Maglor were criminals, and often terrifying, but they were also there. Is it any wonder Elrond started to see them as family?

(It should be noted that Mae and Mags genuinely did try their best to be good dads to the kids, particularly by emphasizing NO OATHS whenever possible)

Adolescence:

Even Elrond had his edgy-teenager phase, and this manifested itself strongly when he and Elros were taken in by Gil-Galad. People would tell him how lucky he was to have escaped those horrible kinslayers, and he would tell them to shut their damn mouths because those horrible kinslayers raised him and where the hell were his birth parents, anyway? Not around.

That said, he also became very close to Gil-Galad around this time and was able to learn a bit about his birth parents (Gil having met Earendil and the family a few times, and having been very fond of them) and started to realize that perhaps he'd judged his family too harshly.

Young Adulthood:

I think Elrond went through a phase, though I'm not sure how long, of genuinely resenting the Feanorians for all the chaos and bloodshed they caused and how this caused his mother's disappearance. All perfectly understandable emotions. Underneath it all, though, he still missed them--and was often ashamed of himself for this.

During this time he was also extremely homesick for Elwing and Earendil and thought a lot about the few, vague childhood memories he had of them. Like the time Earendil tried to give him a pet lobster, and the bedtime stories Elwing would tell.

Adulthood:

After living through goodness knows how many battles, and getting married and becoming a dad, Elrond reached a point where he was able to reconcile his feelings towards both sets of parents. He didn't know Earendil and Elwing well, but he knew they were good people who loved their kids and didn't really want to leave-- circumstances just forced it. He also knew that Maedhros and Maglor had done their best to be good parents despite the weight of the oath (and all the crimes) and didn't beat himself up for loving them. And of course whenever Mags showed up to Rivendell, looking like a feral hobo, he was welcomed with open arms. That's how we treat family in Imladris.

[icehearts]

What's a trait in others that your character can't stand? Is that because it's something they don't like in general, or do you think it's more a reflection of how they seem themselves/the world?

Yuzu is bold, hot-headed, and always ready to throw herself into the thick of things. She seems like the type who would despise cowards, right? Well, not really. If someone doesn't think they can handle a fight and would prefer to run? Fine. Call that a tactical retreat.

It's indecisiveness that really steams her. Those who can never seem to arrive at a decision, ANY decision. Someone who can't commit to any course of action for any length of time. Perpetual fence-sitters. Whether you decide to fight or decide to run, that's up to you — just make the godsdamned choice.

Ask any merchant of Ul'dah, and they'll tell you how much they love selfless customers. Anyone so eager and willing to part with their gil — especially, supposedly, for a good cause? That must be a gift from the Traders themselves. On the surface, Esca would agree. As she has ambitions that go beyond increasing profits, easily-manipulated individuals are invaluable assets.

At her core, however, Esca cannot stand selflessness. Where's your pride? Your backbone? Your self-preservation? It's disgraceful, if not downright dangerous.

And besides, she's watched too many loved ones set themselves on fire to keep others warm. Seen too many who are willing to throw themselves onto the pyre in service to some greater purpose, caring not one whit about those they leave behind. If she cares for you (or at least has a plan for you), you're going to live whether you like it or not.

When it comes to Armaia's line of work, indifference is equal to malice.

Mammet creation is a delicate endeavor. To her, they're more than just tools or machines: they're unique creations designed to enrich the lives of others. She believes that, just like humans, mammets are capable of both great and terrible things — it all depends on the will of their creators. A careless mammet engineer could lead to a malfunctioning machine, which in turn could lead to any number of unfortunate (or even lethal) accidents.

Prior to dropping out of the Studium, Armaia's worst fear came to pass: one of her mammet prototypes malfunctioned and injured some of her fellow students. She attributed this failure to a number of things: carelessness, her own ineptitude, and an overall failure to live up to the standards expected in her department. Since then, she's developed a zealous passion for her craft, often consumed by her work. Anything less than utter devotion is unacceptable.

Mirou is a pretty simple man: he loves to observe people, to study them and all their quirks and contradictions. He can be tolerant of —or even amused by — some traits that others might consider annoying or insufferable. There is one trait that he cannot stand, though, and that is pushiness. He will dig in his heels and avoid doing anything that's asked of him — even if it's in his best interest.

This is not because he delights in being contrarian. Mirou was raised in a rigid, structured environment with little allowance for deviation. Those that bent would be the ones to break. Ever since he broke away from that place, Mirou's independence will always be his first priority, sometimes to his own detriment.

[khazadspoon]

Late entry for @rawhidefandomweek day 2, using incident as the prompt

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“Well…”

Rowdy winces at the word. Not only because it indicates he is about to be in a world of trouble, but also because it feels like his head could split apart at any moment. He lowers his chin a little and tries to curl in on himself and ignore the headache currently trying to hammer his mind into mush.

“Looks like you two had a good evening.”

Beside him, Quince rubs awkwardly at his chin. He’s braver than Rowdy when it comes to fessing up to their boss.

“It weren’t our fault, Mister Favor,” Quince starts with a raspy, dry voice. “Y’see, some folks said we wasn’t allowed to stay in town since were not from here and- well, me’n’Rowdy didn’t take kindly to that. So we sort of got into a bit of a fight and-”

“And wound up in jail?” Mister Favor says with a voice like distant thunder. “And it just so happens the sheriff’s son is lying in bed with a broken ankle when he should be getting married?”

Rowdy winces again, guilt rising in his throat. He feels Quince slump down and almost joins him. They must look about as pathetic as they feel, he thinks. “We’re sorry, boss,” he offers. Depending on the severity of the incident, sometimes just admitting you’ve done wrong can make all the difference to a man like Gil Favor.

This time, though…

“You two are gonna sit here and think about what happened last night. God willing you’ll actually learn something about getting in fights for no damn reason!” The words come out loud and clear, they ring through the air like a bell being struck by a hammer and Rowdy feels his face scrunch up in pain. Quince stiffens and makes a small noise beside him.

“Yessir,” they say in unison.

Mister Favor sighs and leans on the bars, his arms crossed over his chest and his hat tipped back. “I know you didn’t mean to cause a ruckus,” he starts, “I know you was just hoping to let off a little steam, but… we can’t keep doing this. I’ll talk to the sheriff and see about getting this all straightened out. Please, just stay here and let me handle it from here, alright?”

“Yessir,” they repeat again. Rowdy sees Mister Favor nod and push himself up to leave the cells.

“Think we’ll end up on drag for a week after this?” Quince asks him with a pained moan.

Rowdy shakes his head, closes his eyes and tries to push through the hangover with sheer stubbornness. “Nah. More like we’ll be on drag for a month.”

“Kill me now, Rowdy.”

“Oh I ain’t suffering on my own! It was you who threw that bottle-”

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

Not sure how common organ transplants are on Gallifrey, but if a timelord has another’s organ in their body when they regenerate, what would happen? Especially if the organ comes from someone who also has regenerative capabilities. (Btw, love your work!)

Gallifreyan Transplants

🏥Does Gallifrey have organ transplants?

It's a fair assumption that Gallifrey would have organ transplants given the tech and unwavering ability to mess with biology, though organ transplants could be seen as a bit archaic, regarded a bit like how humans used to treat headaches with a hole drilled in the head.

This is because of a Gallifreyan's ability to regrow and repair through lindos (a kind of stem cell) and their healing coma (a deep trance healing state), which is more than adequate to regrow an organ, given enough time. In other words, a Time Lord would probably just regrow an organ rather than get a transplant.

Secondary to this is also a very possible (but very theoretical) procedure known as 'lindos therapy', whereby if a patient is unable to manufacture enough of their own lindos for whatever reason, supplemental lindos can be given to the patient to facilitate them to regrow their own organ.

⚙️The Mechanics of Regenerating with a Transplanted Organ

Now, let's suppose a Time Lord does receive an organ from another regenerative being for whatever reason and then finds themselves regenerating. There are a couple of points to consider:

Regeneration affects the whole body down to a cellular level. It's like resetting a computer back to factory settings.

However, if the actual hardware has been changed inside the computer, then that's much more difficult to remove with a simple factory reset.

🚑 So what happens next?

For the host Time Lord, their own surge of artron and lindos during regeneration would work together to either integrate or rewrite the foreign organ. These are, after all, a Gallifreyan's universal healers.

However, here's where it gets super complex. If the transplanted organ also has its regenerative capabilities, it might be trying to revert to its original form, resisting the artron and lindos influences from the host body. In simpler terms, the organ might go, "Hey, I remember my original body; let's stay like that!".

This may even happen AFTER the organ has been 'rewritten', causing a long-term organ failure scenario. The only fix for this is the complete removal of the organ to allow the Time Lord to regrow their own, but depending on what organ is, they may need life support while it's regrowing.

And then, of course, you have the additional scenarios where maybe the donated organ is parasitic, or can't actually be removed ...

Hope that helped! 😃

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