#squire shenanigans

[orbiorbster]

[fangedjester]

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I CAME AS SOON AS I HEARD!!!

WE WON!!!!

[fluffypotatey]

squire

yes

[squireofgeekdom]

also also while im inviting spidered men to devour my brain the end of season 1 of marvel’s spider man (2017) legit has me a teary eyed mess in the best way

[soapskneebrace]

Throwing my hat in the ring to cast tf141 in Fallout.

Price is a veteran NCR Ranger who saw both the first and second battles of the Hoover Dam as a young man. Following the collapse of the NCR he roves the wasteland as a sometimes bounty hunter, sometimes do-gooder when his conscience gets the better of him. He is haunted by the decline of the country he served, the country he believed in, knowing he had no power to save it. He is in the first stages of ghoulification, and is struggling to feel like there's any point prolonging the process.

Gaz is a former vault dweller who came to the surface, against the wishes of his fellow dwellers. He learned of the NCR and the progress it had made reestablishing the trappings of civilization, and left his home behind to fulfill his entire vault-dwelling purpose. Price keeps him from getting shot in the first settlement he stumbles across, and he's been tagging along with the old-timer ever since, trying to figure out what to do now that Plan A is a crater.

Ghost is a knight in the Brotherhood of Steel who is notorious for working alone. He comes from a family of wastelanders, which met its grisly end after the sins of his raider father caught up with him. The Brotherhood picked him up when a patrolling vertibird caught sight of his family home burning down, and found him standing in front of it with a lighter in hand. He isn't what you'd call a fanatic, though; he just likes to know where his next meal is coming from.

And Soap is Ghost's first-ever squire. Soap is a former NCR Ranger recruit who ran off when he saw the writing on the wall of the nation's decline, fully intent on joining the first organization he could find that might actually stand a chance of "saving" the world. Too late after joining did he realize the scope of the Brotherhood's goals, and the limited aid it was willing to offer civilians of the wasteland; he languished as an aspirant for years, with nowhere else to go after the bombing of Shady Sands, until Ghost handpicked him to be his squire.

No idea what their whole story would be, but I envision, after a series of wasteland shenanigans, Ghost and Soap leave the Brotherhood after a boiling point. They encounter Price and Gaz several times, and after more shenanigans, and Price's half-hearted-to-passionate proselytizing the values of democracy, they party up permanently, and Price realizes his dream of creating his own team—ranger squad 141.

[in-any-universe-ever]

Prompt: Overprotective and possessive lucemond because they got to grow up together due to Luke having to live in Kings Landing to take care of Aemond as his punishment for the eye incident

Which could also link to the previous knight/ sworn protecter au except there both equally obsessed w each other. Lucemond sticking together like magnets over the years and vizzy t going ik how to make the gay work *slaps knighthood title on Luke* Or maybe even Aemond is the one swearing himself to the heir to Driftmark as thanks for the years of diligent care he provided.

Except losermond is still emotionally constipated so jealous shenanigans always happen whenever Luke's fam comes to visit or when he has to leave for heir duties 😔

SQUIRE LUKE TO KNIGHT AEMOND AU I'M LIVING

[johaerys-writes]

Follow up then So, maybe a fic from Patrochilles kid days in Phthia and their shenanigans. I like to think they were quite the pest. Maybe the time when they truly exaggerated and got Phoenix and Peleus sincerely angry because they did something dangerous I'm thinking explosions maybe. Like, it's a normal lazy day at the palace, everything is quiet ... too quiet

Something like that

Thank you for this prompt! You asked for explosions, so explosions it is :D Here's Achilles and Pat being their goofiest, most naughtiest selves. ENJOY!! <3

(~2k, fluff, humour, Gen)

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The merchant that showed up at Phthia’s gates that day is an interesting fellow. 

His long flowy robes are in the brightest shades of red and blue Patroclus has ever seen, and the golden chains stacked around his neck in an extravagant display of wealth rattle when he moves. The stiff, circular cap he’s wearing gives him an almost comical appearance, but the man’s dark eyes are earnest and his smile is broad; he even greets Patroclus with it and pats him on the head when he and Achilles are summoned to the throne room to meet him.

“He comes from Babylon,” Phoenix tells them later, after they’ve all taken their seats at the table in the large hall. “His ship just docked this morning. The biggest vessel the port has seen in months.”

“What’s he doing all the way here?” Achilles asks, his eyes drifting every so often to the merchant seated by his father’s side on the table. The two men are talking animatedly, Peleus filling and refilling their cups. 

“He has an interesting proposition for your father, no doubt. His wares are quite… unusual.” 

Naphtha, Patroclus overhears as the men talk. Liquid fire, they say, granted to the Babylonians by one of their strange gods: a thick water-like substance that bursts into flames when the sun touches it. Volatile and destructive, it has turned the tide in many battles ever since the tribes in the desert there started using it against each other. 

Patroclus doesn’t regard the merchant with the same appreciation after learning this. 

“Why would your father even want such a thing?” he asks Achilles as they head towards their room, after the feast is over. “It sounds… dangerous.”

Achilles shrugs. “He said it’s for defence. There are always wars breaking left and right; if your enemy thinks you have some hidden trick, they’re less likely to attack you.”

Patroclus isn’t quite sure it’s that simple, but he trusts Peleus’ judgement. If anything, his unusual tactics have managed to keep the peace between Phthia and its neighbouring kingdoms for years. 

Sleep comes easy for Patroclus after a busy day. He’s dosing, half-caught in a dream, when he’s roused by a poke at his shoulder. 

“Patroclus. Wake up.”

He grumbles and opens his eyes, blinking blearily. Achilles is looming over him, the moonlight that’s slithering through the open window a pale halo about his head. 

“What happened?”

“Get up. Come with me.” 

“Where are we going?” Patroclus asks, shifting at the edge of his pallet to put on his sandals. When he fumbles sleepily with them for more than two seconds, Achilles impatiently kneels down beside him and helps him put them on. 

“The armoury.” 

Patroclus feels like he’s sleeping still— Achilles isn’t making any sense. “And why are we going there?” 

“Hush, someone might hear us,” Achilles whispers crisply. He hurries ahead and Patroclus can do nothing but follow him through the castle’s dark and silent corridors, groggy and quite befuddled. He just wishes he was back in bed.

They cross the empty inner yard to reach the armoury. It’s a place that Patroclus very rarely visits: the large room filled with swords, spears, shields and arrows is reserved for the soldiers, guards and squires in the palace. Ever since starting training with Achilles, Patroclus hasn’t had a reason to come this way. Achilles glances left and right to make sure they’re alone before lifting the heavy bolt that holds the door shut. 

“Will you finally tell me what we’re doing here?” Patroclus asks once the door closes behind them. He listens as Achilles fiddles with his flint and a torch; soon, the oiled cloth catches fire, illuminating the space. 

Achilles turns to him then, and gives him a wide, fiendish grin. The torch’s trembling light dances in the golden flecks of his eyes. “To see that liquid fire for ourselves, of course.”

Patroclus gapes at him, lost for words. Fear creeps up his stomach, but also alongside it a sort of dreadful excitement. “Please tell me you’re joking,” he says, but by the way Achilles spins on his heel and marches towards the far corner of the room makes it clear that he isn’t. 

“Peleus will string us up by the ankles if he finds out, “ Patroclus hisses under his breath, hurrying to catch up with Achilles. His friend only laughs. 

“When have you ever known my father to do this?” He stops short in between two long racks of swords; after a moment’s contemplation he turns the corner and strides to the end of the rack, where the large crates filled with round stones for the hunters’ slings lie. 

Patroclus swallows thickly. There’s really nothing he can say to change Achilles’ mind once it’s set on something, he knows this well; besides, Patroclus can’t deny that there’s some sort of morbid curiosity stirring inside him at the thought of seeing this curious liquid with his own eyes as well. 

“Aha! Found it. I think.” Achilles stands over a large crate. It is firmly sealed, and the sturdy make and unusual shape of it is very much unlike the rest of the crates in the room. “Hold this.”

Patroclus obediently holds the torch while Achilles tugs at the lip of the crate’s seal with a wrench, huffing and puffing. Eventually, with Patroclus’ help, the seal finally yields, and they slide it off together. 

They both stare down at the crate’s contents. There’s a handful of clay balls with delicately carved shapes on their surface, nestled amidst the straw. No burning, lethal liquid that Patroclus can see. 

“What even is this?” Achilles asks, picking one of the clay balls. He inspects it dubiously, tilting it this way and that. 

“Are you sure this is it? Maybe there’s another crate somewhere.”

“No, this is the one. I heard my father speaking with Phoenix.” He brings the artefact under the torch’s glow to look at it more closely. “What is this?” he asks, holding out the short wick dangling from the bottom of the ball. 

Before Patroclus can respond, the fabric on the torch sputters softly. A spark lands on the wick. It starts burning. 

Achilles and Patroclus look at each other for a moment before realisation dawns on them both. Achilles’ eyes widen in horror. 

“Go, go, go!” he shouts, tossing the clay ball back in the crate and pushing Patroclus summarily towards the armoury door.

*****

Peleus is winding down in his council room, having a quick drink with Phoenix before retreating to his bedroom, when a loud, booming crash echoes through the palace. The stones beneath his feet tremble with its force. 

Phoenix is up and on his feet even before Peleus is, running to the door. There are soldiers and servants already rushing about, roused by the alarm that the guards on duty raised. 

“Was there an attack?” Peleus asks a passing guard. “Is the palace under enemy fire? Report, man!”

The guard snaps at attention, setting down the bucket he was holding. “Not that we know of, my king. There was an explosion in the armoury, and that whole section is on fire; that’s all we know.” 

Peleus lets the man go and joins the crowd towards the armoury, Phoenix in tow. 

It takes a while to get the fire under control and prevent it from spreading to the rest of the palace. The sky is pink and gold with early dawn by the time he retreats, exhausted and smelling of smoke from head to foot, to his rooms. He is halfway there when he remembers his son. 

“Where is Achilles?” he asks Phoenix. “Did you see him anywhere?”

His old friend shakes his head. They turn around and head towards the prince’s quarters. The door of the room cracks open just a bit at the sound of their footsteps when they draw near, and Patroclus’ tousled dark head peeks out. 

“King— King Peleus,” the boy mutters. He opens the door and just stands there, his big dark eyes somewhat fearful. 

“Where is Achilles? Is he with you?”

“Yes. But— um.” He glances over his shoulder, then bites his lip. “It isn’t as bad as it looks, I swear.”

Peleus follows his gaze into the room, where Achilles is sitting on the bed. His chiton is darkened by smoke and dirt, and his knees are scraped and bloody. A bandage is wrapped around his head, and there’s still blood along one side of his face. The ends of his hair look singed. 

The boy just waves and smiles at them. “Hello.”

Peleus rushes into the room and kneels before him. “What happened? Did someone hurt you?”

“Yes, about that…” Patroclus shifts from foot to foot, his cheeks flaming dark pink. 

“We set fire to the armoury,” Achilles says. “Sorry, father.”

“You did— what?” Peleus stares from his son to his therapon and back. “How did you— what?”

“We had to see the naphtha. It sounded… interesting,” Achilles explains, smiling awkwardly. “But we didn’t expect it to be— well, quite like it was.” 

“Oh, gods.” Peleus presses his palm over his face, letting out a groan. “So you just had to sneak into the armoury and examine it for yourselves. I see now.” 

And, oh, does Peleus see. Dozens of bags of gold tossed uselessly into the bottom of the sea, as well as a wrecked armoury out of which very few weapons will be salvaged. The damages and costs make Peleus’ head swim just with a quick, rough calculation, and his temper flares. 

The anger dies down almost instantly, though, when he looks up and sees the apologetic look on both of the boys’ faces. They both look like guilty and drenched cats, their tails between their legs. 

“At least you’re both safe,” he says. “You could have been gravely injured— you could have died. You know that, yes?”

Achilles nods. “Yes, Father.” 

“I don’t want you anywhere near the armoury again, understood?”

The boys nod again, more eagerly this time. “Understood.”

Peleus pushes himself up and turns to Patroclus. “Keep an eye on him for the rest of the day,” he says. “That head wound looks nasty. If he starts feeling drowsy or nauseous, take him to the healer straight away.” 

“Yes, sir,” Patroclus says, standing protectively over Achilles.

“And you.” Peleus glares at Achilles. “Don’t think you’re getting out of this so easily. Something tells me it was your idea.” 

His son —his brazen, wild, beyond foolish son— must have realised by now that Peleus would never mete out a harsh punishment, no matter the crime. He grins. “It was wicked, though,” he says. “You should have been there.”

Peleus lets out a long, long-suffering sigh. 

“Don’t even say it,” he grumbles at Phoenix once they’re out of Achilles’ room and walking down the long corridor. 

“Say what?”

“You know what,” Peleus says with a sharp wave of his hand. Smoke is still rising towards the sky from the wrecked armoury building. “I can hear you thinking it.”

His old friend’s lips widen in a crooked smile beneath his beard. “That boy,” he starts merrily, linking his hands behind his back, “does remind me of someone I know.”

“I said, don’t say it,” Peleus groans, though he can’t stop the smile from creeping into his voice as well. He’s exhausted and frustrated and more than a little worried about all the repairs he’ll have to fund, but pride still has its way of sneaking in. 

“He’s as wild as they come, isn’t he,” he chuckles, shaking his head. They’re finally inside the king’s quarters; Peleus doesn’t even ask Phoenix before pouring a cup of wine for them both. “He’ll drive me crazy one of these days. Will probably find himself in big trouble one day, too.”

“You’ll have an easier time taming thunder than bringing him to heel.” Phoenix grins, accepting the cup. “I wonder who he took after.”

“Ah, yes, something something the apple under the tree, something, something,” Peleus says with a bored wave. “Close enough, I suppose. But, just for the record, I have never almost burnt down a palace.”

“Not one of your own, certainly. Others’ palaces? Not so lucky.”

Peleus laughs and downs his wine. It’s strong and heady, just the way he likes it. He closes his eyes and rubs at his pounding temples. “I’m too old for this, Phoenix.” 

“Nonsense. Spring chickens, both of us.” Phoenix follows Peleus’ example and tosses his wine back, then stands up. “Now get some rest. You sorely need it.”

“Yes, yes. Sleep nurtures children as the sun does oxen, I know.” 

On his way out, Phoenix sets his hand on Peleus’ shoulder. “He’ll be alright,” he says softly. “And thank the gods he has that boy by his side.”

“Patroclus?”

“Mhm. Never far from him, that lad. Reminds you a bit of the two of us, doesn’t it?” He’s smiling, Peleus can hear it in his voice. “He’ll watch over him. As I have you.”

The words warm him. Peleus touches Phoenix’s hand where it rests upon his shoulder. They stay there in silence for a bit, watching the sun rise through the window.  

His old friend has it right, Peleus thinks. They’ll be alright, all of them. 

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[warsofasoiaf]

How is a knight supposed to call his squire if the squire is theoretically of higher standing ? For example, if Loras had (somehow) taken Tommen as his page / squire, would he be expected to call him Tommen in public, or still refer to him as "Your Grace" ?

He'd still be referred to as "your Grace." The social strictures are still maintained, the class system is paramount in plenty of medieval understandings of society. In this case, Loras would primarily be responsible for teaching Tommen in arms and culture, but at the end of the day, he's still a prince and there's no Egg secret squire type shenanigans at play.

Thanks for the question, Tru.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

[ass-deep-in-demons]

just realized there is no sharpe/asoiaf crossover fanfiction. i am not a big fan of crossover stuff but this feels wrong

Alright sweet anon, I'm gonna try my hand at this, just for you 💋

SCENARIO 1: KING ROBERT COMMANDS AND WE OBEY

Sharpe and Pat are King Robert's faithful soldiers in King's Landing.

Sharpe is lowborn and hails from the North, so his manners and accent are a bit rough.

Patrick is from the Iron Islands (rebel nation in the Seven Kingdoms) and keeps referencing the Drowned God.

When Sharpe saves King Robert's skin during a hunt, he gets promoted to the Kingsguard despite his low social station, on Robert's whim. He drags Pat in as his squire/manservant.

Sir Barristan Selmy is initially against this, but relents at Robet's insistence and becomes Sharpe's supervisor. Sharpe and Patrick are the primary cause of Sir Barristan's headaches.

Immediately Sharpe's feud with Jaime Lannister begins, which is the main source of comedic potential in this scenario (and also homoerotic tension).

During the Hand's Tourney, Sharpe unhorses Jaime, which makes him an eternal enemy of the Lannisters but also grants him notoriety among King's Landing's nobility.

Later Sharpe and Jaime reluctantly learn to respect each other and even cooperate to a degree.

Cersei hates Sharpe with vengence, but is also sexually fascinated by him. She keeps trying to seduce him to either get him in trouble or keep him in check. Of course Sharpe avoids her advances like the plague.

When Ned Stark finds out that Cersei's children aren't legitimate, he secretly orders Sharpe to watch the King's back closely (Sharpe is the only Kingsguard member that Ned can trust). This move has the potential to avert Robert's death, which in turn could save Ned's neck if we really want a fix-it.

Anyway Sharpe and Patric absolutely HATE Joffrey and often go out of their way to inconvenience him in little ways or put him in situations, if they think they can get away with it. Again: comedy potential.

Sharpe stays on his potent respect women juice, keeping an eye on Sansa and Margaery, making sure they're safe and intervening when creeps like Joffrey and LIttlefinger try to meddle.

I can see Margaery as Sharpe's "it's complicated" love interest. Margaery notices the handsome Kingsguard after one of his gallant gestures and/or feats of bravado. Sharpe admires her beauty, grace and intellect, and he can see that she genuinely cares for the little folk. She seduces him and they become lovers, but Margaery also keeps using Sharpe for her political maneuvering. Sharpe often wonders if she really likes him or if he's just a pawn in her game - this is why they sometimes quarrel. If Joffrey finds out they're having a fling then Sharpe's life is forfeit, which spices up the entire deal :)

Patrick is absolutely in love with Ramona, the Queen's Dornish maid, who is often abused by Cersei. Some of Sharpe and Pat's "missions" are for Ramona's sake, to get her out of trouble and save her from the Queen's wrath.

Tyrion, who is watching Sharpe's King's Landing shenanigans with amusement, sometimes approaches Sharpe and offers a cryptic and witty commentary on Sharpe's recent adventures. Sharpe thinks Tyrion is creepy and annoying, which only adds to Tyrion's entertainment.

SCENARIO 2: BEAN-CEPTION

Since Sharpe and Ned Stark are played by the same actor, wouldn't it be dope if they switched places? Like in Freaky Friday?

Sharpe wakes up one day and he is suddenly Lord of Winterfell. There definitely is an... adjustment period, during which Catelyn almost writes to Jon Arryn that Ned has been out of sorts, lately. Come at your earliest convenience and talk some sense into him, I beg of you. Luckily, it does not come to that.

Ever the lone wolf, Sharpe learns to appriciate having a big family (let's say he has access to Ned's memories through flashbacks). He is smitten with Catelyn - refined, sensible and loyal, everything Jane Gibbons was not. He is also forced to confront his prejudices against the high-born, since he is now one of them.

Sharpe, himself being a bastard and having suffered in the past from not knowing his true family, would, in Ned's place, DEFINITELY tell Jon the truth about his parentage, and he would do it early on. He would also not keep it a secret from Catelyn for long. Sharpe is much more impetuous, direct and less cautious than Ned, I don't see him keeping quiet about it all.

Sharpe would be much more suspicious of Robert and the entire King's Landing nobility. He would accept the offer to become The Hand, but he wouldn't play the court games even for a second. He would likely offend the Lannisters at the first opportunity, thus shattering the pretense of peace early on.

I can see him punching Littlefinger like 2 minutes into their first conversation, thus ending any collaboration between them right then.

He would reveal everything he knew about Cersei's children to Robert right away, without warning her, I think. Not because he would particularly want to see her children suffer, but he would just not have considered the nuance of this revelation. Also, unlike Ned, Sharpe would not have PTSD from the Elia Martell's children situation to contend with. The case would be straightforword for him like: If uncover treason -> must tell King. Later he might come to regret it.

Either way, through the above alone, having Sharpe in Ned's place would have huge repercussions for the entire Realm. He has the potential of righting some of Ned's wrongs BUT his directness would make him a target from the start. The Lannisters, Varys and Littlefinger would each try to kill him, seing his big mouth and unwavering sense of justice as a threat to their political plots.

On the other hand, Ned in Sharpe's place would have an easier time fitting in with the officers (himself having been born and raised a lord).

I don't think Ned would achieve such notoriety during the war as Sharpe did - Ned is the quiet wolf, duh! He would play the missions safe and refrain from shenanigans.

Althought I can see Ned becoming friends with Patrick, I don't think he'd fall in love with Teresa. She would prove too unlike the women he was used to.

Out of all of Sharpe's love interests I think Ned would like Wellington's cousin Ellie Nugent the most - she'd remind him of Lyanna and Arya.

For now just scenarios, but I might write something later :) Thank you for interacting! If anyone has more ideas for this crossover feel free to add yours!!! 💋​

[orbiorbster]

[fangedjester]

made some blue's clues gifs

[inkonice-main]

The end of Reigate Squires! Here is some annotations for one of my favorite stories (but expect more content about it afterwards)

Everytime I think Watson is going to be mild about his own regard for Holmes he hits me with stuff like "I rushed MADLY towards him"

"Nevermind that you literally just saw them trying to murder me."

Here's a fun image. I agree with the discussion on discord that normally Holmes would have been able to take these two down, but it speaks as to his physical state how quickly they overpowered him, but it's nice to see him a bit knocked about.

Don't do it in front of Watson, though.

It's always crazy to me how quickly this one gets solved. They were having breakfast and it isn't even lunch time before Holmes catches the killers? And in the meantime he has inspected the garden, pretended to faint, knocked a bowl of oranges, gotten throttled and talked with both the murderers and one of the victim.

Aww it makes me feel some type of way Holmes comparing himself to a bird of bad omens. It's sweet that Hayter reassures him that he was only too delighted to see him work.

"I make a point of never having prejudices" oh, really, Holmes? i feel like we're gonna see about that in the very next story.

Also, no screenshot but I want to point out that even though the bit about telling someone's age from their handwritting is bullshit and has been disproved, it's easy to cast aside considering Holmes would still have been able to solve this case from the other plausible deductions.

Overall I love this story because it's a really great balance between character insight, H&W relationship shenanigans and Holmes' astuteness. The villains are not very formidable but I guess they wouldn't be, to commit a crime the very day Sherlock Holmes is in town.

And hey guess what! I have a fic set just after this story! Tags: Getting together, First Kiss, First Time ;)

[fluffypotatey]

Okay, but the SotRT accidentally revealing the magic to Arthur???

Like, he's aware of Roland "squiring" for Merlin, which is a little weird to him, but she's still fulfilling her duties and reporting for training, so he can't actually complain and he would've knighted Merlin already if he didn't know Merlin would kick his ass so he lets it be until one day Roland straight-up doesn't report for morning drill, which she never does?? And when he catches her in the hall later like, "Where were you? That's not like you? Are you okay?"

Roland: Oh, I'm fine, sire, Merlin and I were at the tavern ;) and ended up staying out much later than we rightly meant to.

Arthur, who thinks at the tavern means at the tavern: You were WHAT?

Roland, thinking Arthur is upset about the Dangerous Mission, not being taken to Ye Olde Nightclub: No, don't worry, it's alright, sire, I stay well out the way, I know Merlin's got awful aim with that Sidhe staff of his, you know he hit a tree with lightning once and made it explode? Ought to have him doing drills with us, sire, you ask me.

Arthur, having three mental breakdowns simultaneously: ......right.

Roland: Mind if I go, sire? I need to get my axe sharpened again. Gnomes got tough damned skin, dull a blade right quick.

Arthur: sure

Roland: *skips off*

Arthur:

Arthur:

Arthur: *walks into an empty chamber and screams into a pillow*

(They all owe Beddy so many apologies)

BEDDY WOULD FEEL LIKE THE SHIT AFTER THIS

Lucan: Yeah, Beds, I don't think that's a good idea

Beddy: Oh??? So we should listen to you, Mister "The King Totally Knew the Whole Time About the Magic"????

Lucan: ....

Feirefiz: The kid's got a point

Lucan: Nobody asked you!

Beddy's plan was actually not the best, but the damage was done.

oh but i'm sure roland would feel really bad about it because that's her mentor and she unknowingly outed him. she would be groveling for weeks. merlin forgave her, but even then she'd feel terrible. and merlin would console her one night being all "yeah, yeah it's ok, arthur and i talked and he's reevaluating shit, so all will be fine in the end."

and when she's still upset, he'll just try and tell her than now that arthur knows they can both use their magic freely around him. but roland isn't a magic user, so she's confused when merlin tells her about all the spells he's saved to teach her. and roland is so touched that she forgets to tell him that she doesn't have magic.

[dedeuteros]

DAG CAMPOUT!

Yesterday I arrived a day late, set up my tent, and ran down to introduce myself to the prince (who reminded me greatly of a character from the animated robin hood movie) to petition to join the kingdom. My friend Lux presented me, but it was cut short by some themed battles.

Which had to do with the beautifully crafted but not pictured Anvil Which Counts As A Legal Rock Weapon. After that, we took a break and there was a little chain craft table where Martok showed us all how to make the little spiral bracelets in the first picture. They've got this lovely spiraly twist and were very fun and easy to make. (And I dearly love making crafts around other people and helping eachother when we get stuck.) Then more miscellaneous pick up battles, Rock Only shenanigans. I borrowed someone's spear and got in some surprisingly helpful shots!

Many hours and a stew later did we start The Ceremonies 'round the fire. Myself and one other were welcomed as citizens, and then three were squired to their knights. Thus began good many hours of drinks and good company! (Homemade strawberry mead!) Did you know that most kobolds require no payment for mischief, and if handed a comically sized inflatable mallet will assassinate whoever you point to?

and then also horse shenanigans, and horse tragedy. (NOT including horsipede.....)

[shiro-s2e2-erukinzu]

It's a week later, but I still wanted to share my thoughts on Mission 71...! So here I go...!! 😎👍

Anime only watchers and people who aren't caught up with the Manga, BEWARE... Cuz I'm about to discuss Spy X Family Mission 71... You have been warned...! 👌

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[SPOILERS AHEAD FROM THIS POINT ON]

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THIS CHAPTER WAS INSANE!!! 😵 LIKE, OH MY GOSH...!!! 😱

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Okay, so.... When I first opened the chapter and saw the SSS in the beginning, I was like:

"OMG! YURI'S COMING TO THE RESCUE, BABY!! LET'S GO!!" 😆

But then I read what this man said and it made me mad...! 😡:

GODDAMN... 😰 I know that keeping the peace is important... BUT STILL...! 😾

Then, on the next page...:

THERE HE IS!! 😆

But then, Yuri is told that he can't get involved because Chihuahua Girl (Anya) would recognize him...! 😩 Which leads to these two scenes:

Though the SSS probably won't let him get involved, there's still a chance for Yuri to possibly disobey orders and help out the kids...!! 😆 (Hopefully...!! 😌)

Hell, Mr. Blackbell would've been down too there with guns a-blazing if Martha didn't tell him to calm down...! (Though, I believe that the two of them will still get involved somehow...!! 😌)

And when we return to the kids, we are given THIS REVELATION:

Excuse me... The bomb is "WHAT...?"

ENDO, YOU GODDAMN MADMAN!! 😵 WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO US...!?

(Granted, I don't want Anya to get hurt, but I'm starting to think that Endo LOVES toying with our emotions...! FOR FUN...!! 😤 And yet, I am all for it...!!! 😌)

But then... Anya does THIS:

ANYA, YOU GODDAMN MADWOMAN!! 😵 ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE EVERYONE HERE A HEART ATTACK...!?

(I'm starting to think that Endo and Anya are the same person...! 🤔)

After Anya's shenanigans, Damian offers to have the bomb around Anya's neck put onto him, but ends up getting a bomb around his neck as well... Hearing all of his thoughts of distress, Anya comforts Damian and let's him know that everything will be okay...! ☺

This scene really warmed my heart...! 😊 I am hopeful for Damian and Anya to get a lot closer to one another soon...! 🤗

Then suddenly, the bus tires run over a spike trail... THE POLICE ARE HERE TO HELP!! 😲

But, is this truly the end of the road (see what I did there) for Billy Squire and the Red Circus...? We'll have to wait and find out next time on Spy X Family...!!

And that was Mission 71! I thought it was great...! 😁 This chapter had some great character moments, particularly from Damian (who we learn wants to be a politician one day) and Yuri (who might be finally starting to warm up to his sister's family...! 😄)

I definitely don't think that this next chapter will be the end of this arc... In fact, my guess is that this arc will probably end in the next 3 to 4 chapters (but that's just me guessing at this point... 🤷) I honestly can't wait to find out what happens next...!! 😄

Lastly, I wanted say that I had a hard time a few weeks ago, which is why I didn't do this review on the day it came out like I usually do... But, if this silly review of mine makes you smile, that's all I could ever ask for...! 💗

Anyway, I'll see you all in (possibly) a few hours to talk about Episode 20 of the anime (because I didn't get a chance to watch it yesterday... 🤒) I'll see you all in the next Mission...!! Take care...!! 👋☺