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Hey i know you already make a Thenamesh hunger games au and i just can't keep my mind of it specially now, Can we ask for a part 2 of it maybe when they already in the battle field.
Ikaris was not invincible. None of them were. Thena said so herself.
Gil stared him down, his chest heaving from running through this bizarre fabrication of a tropical jungle. He needed fresh water - any water - and fast. And now he was facing down by far the deadliest tribute in here.
Well, maybe the second deadliest.
"Oi," Ikaris tipped his chin at him, "tadpole."
Gil almost rolled his eyes before he remembered his order to never take his eyes off the enemy. He gulped. Ikaris was not invincible. Ikaris had a terrible temper.
"You volunteered, right?--for your nerd brother," Ikaris grinned at him, completely menacing. He certainly had the handsomeness and charm of a Capitol trained career tribute. "Y'know my bitch companion volunteered for her brother, too. She's the reason I'm in here."
Ikaris had a terrible temper. He was easily baited. Gil gulped, "I-I thought you careers all wanted the chance to fight in the Games."
"Yeah but not 'cause blondie got me stuck here."
Thena was right, Ikaris would kill anyone, and she was top of his list.
Gil kept his weight on his feet light. He wasn't as agile as Thena, but he knew he was definitely stronger than Ikaris. Ikaris had showy muscles for a specific strength, but Gil was certain he could out strong-arm him. It was the murdering that Ikaris would have the upper hand in.
"I've seen 'er talk to you," Ikaris continued. "You know where she is?"
Gil's blood chilled. That was why Ikaris hadn't launched a spear right through his heart on sight. He was hunting for Thena - his biggest competition - first. "No."
"What'd she promise you?" Gil didn't like the smirk on his face. "A li'l, uh, fun, eh?"
Gil's stomach twisted.
"You help me find her," Ikaris fixed his cold blue eyes on him, "I'll let you make good on that promise."
"I know she'd launch herself out of the arena before she would let you touch her."
Ikaris had a terrible temper, and the effect was obvious and immediate. He snarled, baring his teeth.
Taunt him, tease him, anything necessary, Gil heard in Thena's voice. He glared at him more, "that what pisses you off the most? That Thena doesn't care for your Golden Boy act? That she's the only girl in the world who doesn't want a damn thing to do with you?!"
"Shut your filthy mouth, you loach!"
Gil gripped Ikaris' arms as he charged in at him. Thena was right about his technique being simple and sloppy, too. He used brute strength, but he didn't have skill like she had. Gil had sparred with her a few times during assessments; Ikaris was nothing in comparison. Heavier, but nothing.
In retrospect, it was probably Thena doing him a favor and letting him show off his strength, even then. She had a weird way of looking out for him, and he only hoped he would get to pay it back somehow.
Gil twisted Ikaris' arm around, wrenching his wrist the wrong way and stealing his spear for himself. This would help him fish if there was any water to be found at all in this hell.
"Coward!" Ikaris roared at him as he scrambled to pursue him, injured or not.
Gil kept running. He didn't want to kill anyone in here. Not even Ikaris.
"Get back here!"
Gil squeezed his eyes shut. Ikaris was faster than he was. He sprinted harder, but he had been running this whole time. He didn't have the stamina of someone who had trained for this their whole life.
"Open your eyes!"
Gil skidded to a stop, slipping slightly on the jungle floor. He twisted to look behind him, vines and leaves in his way. He saw a flash of gold, and Ikaris a few paces behind him. Then Ikaris had a knife in his shoulder. Two--three knives driven into Ikaris' already injured side threw him to the ground.
"Move!" Thena turned, screaming at him over the drum of blood in his ears. She reached out, gripping the shoulder of his sparkly uniform suit and dragging him with her. "Come on!"
Gil let her basically drag him with her. He looked at her hand. She had her knives, a blade of any kind being her signature weapon of choice.
"Gil!" she barked at him, pulling him behind a tree and shaking him. "Look at me!"
He blinked, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. He had been fighting Ikaris. But now he was looking at Thena, with her blonde hair in a tight braid, her pretty green eyes, her pale skin. He was in the jungle, with Thena.
"Gilgamesh," she shook him again. This was why Kingo told him that Thena had so much skill; she didn't have the personality for tribute gifts. She was beautiful, though. "Gilgamesh, look at me and listen."
"I am listening."
"Where are you?"
"The Capitol," he repeated dumbly, just staring at her. But the edges of his vision were coming back, slowly. "The Games--the dome."
"Where is your home?"
"District 4." Home, in his little shack he shared with Phastos, Dad buried on the island and barely scraping by, just the two of them.
"Who are you here for?"
"My brother." Phastos wasn't a Fighter. He was a Thinker--he was gentle hearted, and kind, and he wouldn't have survived in here. Phastos had someone who loved him. Phastos had found love, somehow, in a world like this--a love that was already hard enough. "I'm here for my brother."
"Good." She nodded sharply, slapping him on the arm. She had a sparkly jumpsuit on too, but hers looked better than the rest, Gil thought. She gripped the two - mismatched - knives in her hands. "Let's go."
"Thena," he blinked.
"Here." She said it softer, pulling out a tiny canister from the side pocket on her leg. "It's not much, but there was some rain dripping off the tip of the cornucopia."
Gil gulped down what little water it was. She was right it wasn't much, but by all the districts it was more than he'd had, and he needed it.
"We have to keep moving."
Gil swiped at his chin and licked his lips, eager for every little drop. He looked at Thena's back as she started walking ahead of him, head twitching every which way to keep a lookout for them. "Please tell me you had some of that too."
Thena didn't even look over her shoulder at him. "Have you found any food?"
That was a no. Gil huffed, gripping the spear he had gotten from Ikaris. "I was looking for water. Even if there are weeds at the bottom, I can make us something edible."
That did get her attention. She nodded, saving her words and moving along.
"You're here for Druig," Gil said, and finally got to see some sort of human reaction from her. "That's what you keep telling yourself, right?"
Thena pushed some foliage out of their way, seeming to head in a very determined direction. "Might help keep you sane."
Gil understood that well. He cleared his throat, making sure not to trip on any roots or get caught on any vines. "Phastos...he's really nice. He's funny, too. He's not that strong a swimmer, but he, uh, he like--he invents stuff? Like h-he made a contraption that helps us get the nets in faster. Like an engine that makes the arm on the boat into a fishing rod reel."
Thena paused, holding a leaf up for him to follow. She was smiling. "He sounds like a good kid, Gil."
He smiled at her too, holding up the leaf for himself. She was shorter now that he was closer to her. "What's your brother like?"
Thena waited, really seeming like she was debating answering him at all. But she sliced through a vine in front of them and sighed. "Druig is four years younger than me. He shouldn't have been in the draw to begin with, he was just born early."
He was born early, and already as young as he could be to be in the draw--no wonder she had volunteered for him without hesitation.
"We have no one else," she said more quietly, looking around again. "I made Ajak promise me that if I died, that she would make sure he was taken care of."
"I'm sure he will be," Gil said quickly. They were pretty hollow words. But he meant them all the same. She looked at him just the way he would expect, too. But he smiled, "if he's as smart as you say he is, right?"
That seemed to surprise her. She smiled again, that pretty one that made her a crowd favourite. She smiled with her teeth; he thought it was cute. "Smarter."
#Thenamesh Hunger Games AU#girrrrrrl I have so much#this is very on trend#Ikaris sets out to find Thena first#because either he kills her first#or he kills her last in a much harder fight#there is no middle option he knows this#Gil runs right into him like FUCK#uhh.....youre ugly#Thena hears about it though and tells him he did well#it definitely saved his life to get Ikaris riled up like that#they get to the water and Gil is like I'll make us something to eat#Thena entrusts first watch to him#he's astounded she trusts him#but they both came here for their brothers#he doesn't nod off at all just keeps watch as Thena rests#Flickerman shows a montage of Gil gazing at her lovingly and says ooh perhaps some romance on the battlefield?#Gil doesn't know of course but Kingo snickers because aw the boy would be so shy and embarrassed#getting shipped with his crush on national television#welcome to the child murder channel
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can i request a one shot where reader has been friends with everyone in cousins for a while and has been around to see everything happen (susannah dying, the love triangle between belly, conrad and jere). fast forward to when conrad leaves the motel, he goes to reader after and they end up falling for eachother over time and reader shows conrad the love and support he deserves, and understands what he’s going through💞
A bit short, but I'm in a spooky autumn mood and these characters scream summer. Please send spooky/autumn requests
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‘’She chose him and now I can’t fucking breathe,’’ Conrad said as you sat together on your couch. He rubbed his chest with the heel of his palm and your heart shattered.
He had showed up at your door unannounced a little over an hour ago, backpack over his shoulder and looking like he'd been run over by a truck. His eyes were red, like he had been crying. You took him inside without asking questions, knowing he needed a shoulder to lay his tired head on.
You listened as Conrad recounted everything that happened since they took the road to Brown. His plan to tell Belly he still loved her. The kiss against his car. The motel.
‘’I gave her so many signs that I still loved her, but she didn't hear me. She could have turned this around and we could have fixed our relationship, but she chose Jere. So I let her go.’’
You reached out to squeeze his hand, the one that wasn’t on his chest.
The situation between Belly and the Fisher boys was incredibly messy. She was your friend and you could understand that feelings were difficult at that age, but juggling between Conrad and Jeremiah’s hearts was just hurtful for everyone involved. Just because she was confused with who she wanted, who she loved, didn’t mean she had to get a taste of both before making a choice.
Conrad released a shaky breath, trying to control his emotions and not have another panic attack. ‘’I’m sorry for dumping all of this on you. I didn’t know where else to go…’’
You shook your head, dismissing his apologies. ‘’I’d rather you come and pour your little heart out to me than go through everything on your own and mope.’’
‘’I don’t mope by myself—’’
You raised an eyebrow playfully, cutting him off.
‘’Maybe I do…’’ he conceded with a defeated sigh.
Keeping everything inside had always been Conrad's way of coping. He rarely talked to anyone about himself or how he felt. It wasn't the healthiest approach, and you knew it, but you also understood that you couldn't force him to open up.
‘’Do you have a place to stay tonight?’’
Conrad sank deeper into the couch cushions, having not thought ahead. When he left the motel, he told his brother he was going to take a bus to Cousins to get the summer house back together, but he impulsively came here instead.
‘’You can stay if you want. There’s no one in the guest room,’’ you offered.
‘’Thanks. For real.’’ He gave you a soft smile, grateful for everything. ‘’I don’t know what I would’ve done today if you had not been there.’’
‘’I’m always gonna be there for you, Con,’’ you promised, returning a smile. ‘’Right now, it might be raining, but there'll be happiness after her. Someone will turn your gray sky and paint it blue again.’’
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rooster jealousy fic 🥵🥵🥵
I want all of them
this probably isn’t what you imagined BUT it takes place in an eventual universe where bradley and smart aleck have kids. and yes in my dreams bradley goes as ted lasso for his first halloween with smart aleck and it kinda evolves into peewee soccer coach bradley bradshaw when they have kids since his girl digs it so much (it’s the fucking mustache i stg) - enjoy???
ask prompt
"Did you see that? You saw that, right?"
Bradley sputtered, frantically pointing across the soccer field to where you were chatting with Max's dad, Zach.
Fucking Zach. Bradley hated Zach. And his stupid crisp button downs and his smarmy face and his shiny loafers and his ridiculous fucking Shelby Cobra that was in no way safe for a child to ride in, unlike Bradley's family-friendly Land Rover. Plus, his son, Max, was a biter.
But more importantly, Bradley hated the way Zach got so close to you to talk about emerging markets or stock options or some shit like that. Fucking prick.
Beside him, Gil frowned. "See what? Mommy?"
"Yes, mommy," he sassed the five year old, not taking his eyes off you from behind his aviators. Wait, was he - no, he did not just put his hand on -
"- TWEEEEEEEEEET," Bradley blew the whistle hanging around his neck, causing his small battalion of five year olds to immediately freeze where they were aimlessly running on the field. If it also caused Zach to retreat his hand from where it was about to touch your arm then that was just a happy coincidence.
"Alright," Coach Bradshaw clapped his hands together a couple times, rounding up the troops, "good job today everyone - especially you, Maddie S, that flower crown looks dynamite on you, wanna see that energy on Saturday for our game against the Yellow Frogs, alright?"
Maddie S preened under the praise, while the rest of the kids nodded seriously. "We gotta keep that defense tight - that means no getting distracted by Jacob R, okay Emily? Yeah, heard about you at nap time the other day, little grabby for kindergarten, I think? That being said, I think Mrs. Armstrong brought orange slices and apple juice if you all want to head over for your snack - "
They dispersed without another word, except Gil, who was drawing what Bradley thought was a - dinosaur? a dog? he didn't really know - on his play whiteboard. He hazarded a glance across the field to see that you still were talking to Zach. God, your ass looked fucking perfect in your work skirt. How the hell you weren't sinking into the grass with those heels of yours?
"Hey, buddy?" Gil looked up. "Why don't we pack up all this stuff and go get mommy? Think she's talking to Max's dad..."
Gil made a face. “I don’t like Max -”
“- Well, I don’t like his dad,” Bradley muttered, hoping Gil didn’t hear, but the little boy giggled.
The two Bradshaw men made quick work of picking up all the cones and practice pinnies and tossing them into a mesh bag along with the five or so soccer balls. Gil tried to carry the bag, but ended up dragging it, so Bradley picked it and Gil up and made his way across the field to you. The kid was too old to be picked up, but it made getting over to you quicker - Gil had short legs.
While Bradley and Gil had been cleaning up, Emily K’s dad, Adam, had joined Zach’s little tete-a-tete with you. Of course, none of them had their kids with them. Fucking typical. Emily was probably aimlessly walking around with orange juice dripping on her cleats. Bradley scowled as he approached the group, while Zach tossed him a quick wave.
“Hey, Brad.” Bradley fucking hated being called Brad.
“Hmmm, hi.”
You turned around at the sound of his voice and a huge smile lit up your face once you saw Bradley and Gil.
“Mommy!" Gil squirmed in Bradley’s arms until he put him down, wanting to be let go.
“Hey, little man!” You ran your hands through Gil’s hair as he latched onto your legs in a hug. Suddenly, Bradley was jealous of his five year old and he gave you a longer than probably appropriate for six o’clock on a Tuesday kiss.
“Did you see me? I scored a goal!” Gil exclaimed, dancing on the spot.
You shot a quick glance over towards Bradley to double check. He nodded slightly, knowing you hadn’t seen that part of practice - and not because Zach and Adam had been monopolizing your time.
“Of course, I did! Amazing, as always, did daddy teach you that?” Gil giggled and then burrowed his face in the hem of your skirt when he realized there were two other men standing there.
Bradley took a step back towards you, resting his hand on the small of your back. You leaned into him and gave him a quick smile. “Zach was just talking about setting up a playdate with Gil next week - and then Adam thought maybe Emily could come over, too?”
Absolutely fucking not. The ink on Zach’s divorce papers was barely dry and Adam was - well, Adam wasn’t too bad and he probably had just wanted to see if Emily could have a playdate with Gil. They were in the same class, after all. And she wasn’t a biter. Even if she was a little handsy.
Bradley clicked his tongue. ��You know, I think G-man’s a little booked up next week? We got a birthday party and then we’re gonna see Papa at the base.”
Gil looked up at him and his entire face lit up even though they were doing nothing of the sort - well, at least not yet. Clearly, when Bradley called Mav later, he would understand and extend the invite.
“Ahhh bummer. We were just exchanging numbers,” Zach nodded towards you, “so, maybe we can do something the week after?”
“Yeah, of course,” you said politely, “maybe next - ahh - week?”
Zach and Adam frowned at your sudden exclamation, but what they hadn’t seen was Bradley slide his hand underneath the waistband of your skirt and lace panties and dig his fingers into the top of your ass. Or the way he started drawing little circles with the pads of his fingers and dragged his nail down your spine. You swallowed.
He could see the goosebumps rising on your arms. Thankfully, your backs were both to the field and not the mass of parents and five year olds eating oranges.
“We uhh, we can work out the details on - Satur-day?” you stuttered out as Bradley dug his fingers into a rather sensitive knot on your back.
“Sure, that’s fine...guess we’ll see you two around then?”
Bradley smiled at the two men for the first time since the conversation had started, but his good mood was more attributed to your slightly heaving chest, which he had perfect view of thanks to his height advantage. “Have a good night.”
With a brief glance back at the three of you, the two men set off to find their children - which they should have been keeping an eye on in the first place. Bradley retracted his hand.
You bit your lip and glanced up at him. “So, Coach Bradshaw, you gonna make me stay after practice for some one-on-one training? Promise I’ll try harder..."
“Nah, I got you booked for a private session later.” He leaned forward and kissed you, wrapping his arms around your waist, while you clasped yours around his neck. God, you smelled so pretty - he’d take you on the goddamn soccer field right now if there weren’t about twenty parents and five year olds around them.
Bradley only came back to himself and pulled away when he felt a slight tug on his joggers. He looked down at Gil.
“Daddy? Can we get ice cream since I scored a goal? Please?”
A wicked smile crept across your face. “Yeah, daddy, can we get ice cream?”
Bradley threw back his head and groaned. God, you were fucking killing him tonight. He shot Gil an amused look. “If you can carry this bag,” he nodded towards the mesh bag at his feet, “all the way to the car, then we can get ice cream.”
Gil considered this and then grabbed the bag with his little hands. “Okay, I can do it! I can do it!”
The two of you laughed watching him slowly drag the bag across the grass and towards the parking lot. Bradley threw his arm around your shoulders pulling you close.
“So, Max’s dad, huh?”
“Hmmm.”
“What do you mean hmmmm! I could see him making eyes at you from all the way across the field -”
“- He was not!” you protested.
Bradley snorted. “And you just happened to wear that tight little skirt to come to practice, huh?”
“Noticed that, did you - Gil, wait until your father and I catch up before going into the parking lot!” You glanced back up at Bradley. “I like when you get jealous, bubs, it’s cute -”
“- Cute!” He scoffed. “Hardly -”
“- Well, I suppose that’s not true, you were practically groping my ass on the field - isn’t that a Title IX violation or something?”
Bradley groaned. “Sweetheart, at least wait till we get home to start the dirty talk.”
“I make no promises - coach.” You winked and then walked ahead to meet Gil, shaking your hips with every step. “I’ll take Gil to Dairy Queen and we can meet you at home?”
Bradley stopped by his car. “You want ice cream, too?”
You turned around and scrunched your nose. “Not really, I actually have other plans in mind for dessert tonight...” Bradley groaned. “See you at home, daddy.”
thanks for reading x
prequel (ish)
#you're probably thinking - 'why the fuck did you name him gil?'#well this was the most ridiculous name sol and i came up with and now i'm oddly attached to it#i don't like the whole 'harry potter let's name our kids after people who died' thing so yeah#bradley bradshaw x reader#bradley rooster bradshaw x reader#bradley bradshaw#bradley and smart aleck#top gun#writing#asks#bradley fic
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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.)
#silmarillion#tolkien#caranthir#meta#genderbending#rule 63#lembas#maedhros#female caranthir#Elf politics#Fingolfin#elrond peredhel#gil galad/elrond#ereinion gil galad#I’m oddly fixated on this#I might include it in a fic at some point
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CLOUD TELLING HIS KIDS ABOUT HIS RACING DAYS BUT CONVENIENTLY LEAVING OUT JUST HOW MUCH TIME HE SPENT THERE GETTING MONEY FOR HIS GROUP
Kid: DAD WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME
Cloud: tell you what? Is their registration process different these days?
Kid: they have a whole fucking trophy room dedicated to you. They have an “everyone else” room and they have a you room. And it’s fucking FULL. What the shit??????
Cloud: I don’t get why your confused. I did tell you I was pretty active for a while. Had people to feed and all that.
Kid: dad there is a big difference between being “pretty active” and and having a whole fucking room of first place medals dedicated to you. Why don’t we have these at home?????
Cloud: psh. What you wanted me to lug all that dead weight around while I was on the run from shinra? I don’t think so kid. L
Kid: But-But-DAD!!!!!
Cloud: it’s not even real gold. Learned that real quick when I hauled a crate full of the trophies to a blacksmith to have them melted down. Made some quick Gil bug it honestly wasn’t worth the effort.
Kid: THERE WERE MORE TROPHIES?!?!?!??!?
Cloud who chronically downplays the scope of his own achievements and the kids who keep learning from other people how cool their dad actually is.
Like there’s the obvious of him saying over and over that he didn’t save the world alone and that it was a team effort and all of that but there’s more.
Like learning he was the single best Chocobo Jockey the planet has ever seen. Or that he bred multiple Golds and does anyone understand how hard that is for just some guy who rolled up needing some mounts. Or that he has held the high score at all of the gold saucer games for years. Or that to this day he is undefeated in queens blood and fort condor or that he is a renown pianist or that-
Just Cloud who is like “I mean yeah I got around” and all of his kids learning left and right that their weird dad that doesn’t need lights to see in the dark and looks even more like a Chocobo than normal before his morning coffee is widely considered one of the most talented men in the planet.
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Silly little Stardew Valley headcanons of mine no one asked for.
I'm back in it lol.
Shane has heterochromia iridium, though not many notice it at first. His left eye is a soft brown, while his right is a deep green. It honestly looks like a trick of the light at first - both of his eyes seem that dark green, one stuck in the shadows from his lolling head as he avoids people's eyes.
Alex is mixed. Sorry (I'm not).
Also, it's Alexandre.
Elliot doesn't use hairties. It's those little clips you use that have like. teeth. you know the ones. Leah got him one of a translucent butterfly as a joke and uh...it now sits at the base of the potted rose on his desk for when he writes.
Mayor Lewis is only mayor because no one's bucked up to run. The people would unanimously vote for the Rusty Spoon you regularly find on your farm if it was on the ballot.
It was Shane's little sister that died and lead to him being Jas' guardian. Jas looks too much like her, and it causes so much pain for Shane.
Also Shane's little sister is Mona, the only headstone you can read in the graveyard.
You know how you can look in Jas' room and her dollhouse is quoted as: "The little family is gathered around the dinner table. Wait...except Grandpa. He's shoved under the bed for some reason." Yeah I like to pretend that's an allegory. Grandpa is the boogeyman under the bed, and maybe the reason Jas is in Shane's care.
when Shane starts his sobriety journey, he finds surprising friends in...Alex and Haley? Alex and he are all about gridball - Shane was semi-pro, after all, a player in college - and Haley's blunt rebukes amuse him. She has the same style of banter as he does. You can catch them on the beach, Shane and Alex throwing around a gridball while Haley is on the side, sunbathing and making fun of them (lovingly).
Linus is a reflection of the nature magic of the Valley - like the bear or the hat mouse. It's why he and Rasmodius are close friends and regularly near each other at festivals; they're arcane users. Linus more so lives in it as an equal rather than a wielder.
This isn't a headcanon but why the fuck doesn't stardew valley have a school. I bet none of these fuckers know what a hypotenuse is.
ELLIOT IS A MERPERSON. You know how Ariel runs away from home for the trinkets of the land? That but storytelling. I am not original in this one but I KNOW it's true. I feel it in my junimos.
Abigail isn't Rasmodius' child. Emily is.
Penny and Sebastian are exes, but in like, a middle school way. I am not elaborating.
Granny and the player's grandfather were childhood friends.
George is a war veteran.
The Travelling Cart transports refugees. It's why they go to the Gotoro Empire to begin with.
George knew his way around mines, and was quite the adventurer. He, Marlon and Gil know each other. Well.
Sam just has one of those personalities where he’s only two degrees away from being a friend to EVERYONE in town. Gets Shane to crack up in the Joja Mart break room, is interested in the prose of Elliot’s writing (he’s a writer himself, after all - songs are just poems). He’s like a dog, everyone just gravitates towards him.
#stardew valley#sdv abigail#sdv alex#sdv penny#sdv haley#sdv sebastian#sdv shane#sdv#sdv headcanons#“haha little silly headcanons!” *proceeds to traumatize shane*
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Girl Genius Reaction #2
Hi, hey, been a hot second since I've done one of these but here we go!
I love that the Heterodyne boys have been elevated to this almost folklore-like state where everyone's got a story about them that ranges from "mostly true" to "entirely made up"
Also, Gil's Dad was adventure buddies with the Heterodynes???? I know Theo said he made the story up, but considering it was shown to us like a flashback, I assume there is at least a few kernels of truth to it all
I think I clocked the possible Von Pinn connection. As all the students claim Von Pinn is modeled off of and/or secretly Lucrezia Mongfish (whoever the hell that is), and Lucrezia was name-dropped in Theo's story/flashback and on the receiving end of one of the Heterodyne's love confessions, I'm assuming Von Pinn is thus modeled off of and/or secretly Agatha's mother or aunt. I wonder if that'll ever come up later. Either way, it's nice to know I'm not crazy for thinking Von Pinn and Agatha looked way too similar
Also, I know Agatha probably took the chance to change out of the pants and into a more comfortable skirt while Theo had everyone distracted, but I kind of like the idea that she can just randomly and inexpensively modify her clothes at will with no one noticing
The Baron being concerned about the hive engine being "eighteen years old or brand new?" really caught my attention. Larger scope villain entering the chat? 👀
Theo & co. running into Gil and there's an obvious disconnect about whom hasn't kept in touch with whom, re: Gil saying they'd only ever come to him if they need something vs. Theo saying Gil hasn't answered any of their letters. Betting money that the Baron has been withholding Gil's mail and trying to isolate him for whatever reason.
Whomst is Othar Tryggvassen? Hello? Random man just suspended over the void, every limb chained, giant green globe on his head? WTF???
I do love Agatha's reaction though. "Is it right to leave a fellow sentient strung up like this?" "Well, that depends upon the nature of the experiment..." I love this mad scientist so much
I'm also really loving the Jaegers (Jaegerkin? Jaegermonsters?). They're all so full of personality. And the tension with the Lackya is very delicious
Love the Jaegerkin generals inviting Agatha to supper, saying "It's good, no bugs!" only for another general to say in the most dejected voice "...no bugs?" 🥺
Also, it looks like the Jaegers are officially figuring out that Agatha's a Heterodyne! Gil may believe/know Agatha is a Spark (has the Spark?), but the Jaegers are the only ones connecting the dots to the Heterodyne question. Wonder if they'll tell someone or keep it to themselves.
Also, Jaegers playing matchmaker? "What do you think of the young master?" "What kind of question is that?" "Well it would make things really simple if--" What's their angle there? Hm....
Speaking of ships, I am sending Andre the Jaegermonster to horny jail. I'm with Agatha; Von Pinn doesn't sound interested
Flashback with Uncle Barry was very cute. He obviously didn't want to repress Agatha's powers, but it was probably a matter of safety
Agatha sleep-inventing is very cool, but why's her little sentient robot(s) hiding from her?
Von Zinzer is giving some insight on the larger world. Apparently, there's a series of wars going on? I know the Baron is a ruler and is keeping the school kids as hostages, but I didn't know it's a continuous conquest of what seems to be Europe.
Also, side note, do we ever see the rest of the world? Africa, Asia, Australia, North & South America? I know deep in my bones that this world's version of China would fuck severely.
Dr. Dim and his bears are also very cute. Loved the moment between him and Agatha
The fight between Von Zinzer & Agatha was very fun. As was Gil hiring Agatha on the spot. The friendship is growing!
And finally, the talking cat! My oh my, how will this go from here? It's very obviously sentient, and based on the website's banner, a main character to boot. But what is it? A chimera? A rogue experiment? Someone trapped in a cat's body? Guess I'll find out
Overall: Still really liking the story! It's got me hooked so far and it's building really well on the premise. The story is still obviously finding its footing, but it's still good!
Continued 7.5/10
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cant believe i havent seen anyone do this yet but. riptide pokemon au. heres my fucking thoughts
gillion's team is a solid mixture of electric, ice and water types. probably something built for competitive play but i aint that kinda smart so idk. BUT i do know his ace is a gyarados
gil's team was given to him by the elders over the years, and he was trained to be the best pokemon battler of the undersea
despite being told not to, gil is very close with his pokemon. he has a soft spot for all of them and can't Not be empathetic for them. theyre his babies :)
pretzel is a clobbopus. i know theyre not pink but listen. its literally a punching octopus. its also the cutest octopus pokemon LOL
pre-character arc gillion has a one track mind for competition Only. he loves his pokemon but they are also his weapons, in a way
as he spends more time in the oversea he adopts a more relaxed team. theyre still extremely strong and he still has his competitive pokemon but he stops caring about their stats and movepool and starts caring more about their personalities and bonding with them
chip didnt have any pokemon until he joined the black rose, where arlin gifts him an eevee
after the hole in the sea, it's just him and eevee against the world
his eevee refuses to evolve - especially during his time with price's gang, but even afterwards when theyre by themselves on the ocean eevee won't evolve
chip had his heart set on being a water type trainer, like arlin was, so he tries to convince eevee to evolve into a vaporeon. this is a running bit
its also a running bit that the team chip builds are all different types and use different strategies. members of the crew are pokemon btw i think gryffon is a pangoro LOL
his eevee is a little SHIT just in general. has cute privilege and knows it.
when gil is trapped in the dunjon, instead of taking his sword chip starts using his pokemon. he discovers that water types never really were his thing, after all.
its here, where chips at his lowest in a long time, demotivated and thinking of leaving his crew behind, that eevee evolves. into an umbreon - a dark type, but also a friendship evolution.
it evolves to show him that someone does care, that someone does want him around - his oldest friend, his pokemon.
chip learns to use all his pokemon to their greatest ability. i think he would have a bias for fire and dark types, but he becomes a well rounded and skilled pokemon trainer
jayjay! the ferins have a tradition where they breed their corviknights and pass the rookidees down to their kids. family pokemon :)
ava happens to get a shiny rookidee! she gets her rookidee right when she joins the navy and starts working under her father
this rookidee is...very nervous. greyhound energy. it's a shy little thing that has trouble battling and is very attached to ava and her little sister jay
ava takes the time to work through rookidee's issues and try and build it's confidence, jay acting as babysitter when ava is away at sea
at some point, after rookidee evolves into corvisquire, ava never comes home.
this ofc fucks with both jay and corvisquire. it puts corvisquire's training back by a lot and leaves jay grieving and angry
once she leaves with chip, she takes corvisquire with her. its too scared to battle and needs to be on or near her at all times, but it's a piece of her sister jay can't bring herself to leave behind.
jay ends up building a flying/steel type team, with corviknight growing and gaining its confidence as a pirate pokemon rather than a navy pokemon
its still got mega separation anxiety tho. it wears a nervous dog vest LOL
if anyone has anything to add i am all ears i fuckignlove my sillies and i love pokemon so. woe
#just roll with it#jrwi riptide#jrwi gillion#jrwi chip#jrwi jay#pokemon#riptide pokemon au#<- in case i post more about it
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SPLATOON OC TOURNEY ROUND 3 BATTLE 8
Tami by @wyrm-in-a-closet vs Nixie Gill by @salt-pile
BACKSTORY/PROPAGANDA
TAMI
An inkling born to ordinary parents who worked at Gone Fission power plant. However, a salmonid big run happened in the area, and because Grizzco didn't yet exist, it had to be abandoned, and Tami's parents were killed. Tami herself, who was also there, was badly injured and lost her right arm, was found by some salmonids, but because she was a young inkling the salmonids didn't know what she was and so instead of killing her took her home. She then spent almost her entire life growing up with the salmonids, and became a very skilled fighter, but also starting a band with a couple other salmonids.
They make music that's like horrible to listen to and will overestimate you. Once she was 14, she joined the war on salmonids on the side of the salmonids. Over time Grizzco expands and poses a larger and larger threat to the salmonids, so Tami decides that she's going to go try and put a stop to it, because she's the only one who could make it to inkling civilation without being killed, although that doesn't change the fact she didn't know the language, culture, or anything. After spending several nights on the streets of splatsville, Tami is found by Tide, an octoling who's been living there for some time. Tide takes Tami under their wing, despite them knowing nothing about each other.
Over the next few months Tide teachers Tami inkling language, has Tami participate in battles (where she fuckin rocks at it bc she's been literally trained for war), all while Tami searches for more info on Grizzco, but unfortunately nobody knows shit about it. Finally she happens across Cuttlefish and eventually falls into Alterna, where she has no idea what's going on until eventually wow Mr. Grizz is there. She fucking kills him and then just kinda leaves without really joining the squidbeak splatoon she just wanted to kill Mr grizz. Anyways then she and Tide probably go back to salmonid or something I haven't really figure this out. Sorry for the text wall
NIXIE GIL
New Agent 3 of the New Squidbeak Splatoon. She grew up in a small harbor town an hour south of Inkopolis with her mom, her dad, and her older sister Coral. When she was younger, her dad sometimes would take her and Coral to salvaging expeditions and allow them to view what got unearthed, which led to Nixie becoming interested in salvaging as one of her hobbies (later doing this hobby with a Smallfry she took in a few months before moving to Splatsville, nicknamed Biscuit or Little Buddy) and a desire to learn the history of unearthed artifacts. Merely two weeks after moving to Splatsville with her sister and her sister’s friend, she was recruited as New Agent 3 of the NSS by former Cap’n Cuttlefish (much to her sister’s dismay). She takes her NSS missions very seriously, especially with all of the stories about how cool the current Captain was when he was still Agent 3. Outside of missions, she’s usually curious, thrill-seeking, and actively engaging in banter with friends and family.
#splatoon#splatoon 3#splatoon 2#polls#not a splatoon poll#splatoon oc tourney#tumblr poll#tumblr tournament#tournament polls#bracket tournament#character tournament#tournament poll#tournament
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POYW Rewrite V2 - Harry Hook x reader - P16 - Epilogue
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Uma stared blankly at the busted TV screen of her mother's restaurant, a simmering hatred running through her as she watched Maleficent’s traitor daughter hang onto the king of Auradon’s arm, flushed and smiling-her plum purple hair tied back into a loose bun with her bangs flowing out.
It had been three months already.
Three months since the coronation, three months without a word from her “Friends”, three months without an invitation, three months of watching Harry hold hands with that-new girl-smiling and laughing without a care in the world.
Three months of slowly losing hope that they would keep their promise.
Uma didn’t want to believe they abandoned her, Harry had been her closest companion since they could walk, and Gil never thought twice about following the two around-even if he did drift away sometimes, he always came back.
But…he hadn’t come back yet, and neither had Harry.
It had been three months and Uma was losing hope.
“Honestly, why you even continue to watch this trash is beyond me Uma,” Uma glared at the voice she heard, not even turning her head to look at him. “Fuck off Barbossa,” Uma snapped, but Davy Barbossa only laughed, crossing his arms as he leaned against the table, grinning sharply at the TV, which was still showing King Ben and Mal-who was rumored to become the lady of the court.
“Didn’t Hook ask king beast boy to bring you and his sisters over? Wonder what happened with that plan?” Davy said ‘absentmindedly’, hiding his grin behind his hand as he tapped his nose in ‘thought’, his grin widening as he heard Uma smack down a tray of food she had been holding while lost in thought.
“mm-hmm,” Uma just hummed, not wanting to talk about it, refusing to talk about it to someone she didn’t trust in the slightest. Besides, as far as she knew-things like that took time, she had no clue how long it took Ben to get the first six vks over, for all she knew-it was three months' worth of time to get everything ready.
“Honestly, it’s been three months, I can't imagine things take this long, just to get three people off the isle.” Davy said, still watching the TV, grinning as some reporters captured Harry Hook and (y/n) walking together around school, holding hands. (y/n) flipped them off and Harry laughed, tossing his head back.
Davy turned, seeing Uma staring hard at the screen. She was jealous-she would never admit it, because why would she be? She didn’t like Harry, they were just friends, and she shouldn’t be jealous of some girl Harry was now dating. She and Harry didn’t feel that way about one another, they were just friends, just friends.
It wasn't like they had each other's back since they could remember, it wasn’t like they had been each other's closest companion since they were 2, it wasn’t like Harry had stuck by her through her toughest moments(shrimpy, her broken leg, pneumonia), it wasn’t like they had promised to never betray the other(they had).
Uma didn’t feel betrayed, not at all…not at all.
“If I were you, I would scorn them both and declare war, I’d even help if you wanted it.” Davy said, clearly having been talking for a bit but Uma hadn’t been listening-she never found his words worthwhile anyway. Not when Harry was around, not when Harry would scoff and come up with a better plan, or fire back with quick quips and a sharp grin partnered with his hook.
“Shut it,” Uma finally snapped, having enough of this repetitive talk. This was the 5th time Davy had come into her space to taunt her about her boys, and Harry’s new girl. Davy just chuckled, holding up his hands in defeat, giving another glance to the tv-seeing Uma’s eyes simmer with anger as it continued to show Harry and (y/n), still smiling, still holding hands.
“All right, all right, whenever you're ready to face the fact that they abandoned you, you know where to find me.” Uma glared at Davy as he left the chip shop and she felt a low growl at the back of her throat. She undid her apron and threw it on the table, holding her head between her hands-staring at the tv screen that seemed to finally go from Harry and his girl to Mal and Ben, who were also smiling so sickly sweet that made Uma want to punch them.
It had been three months, and if Uma had to wait any longer-they would regret it. They would regret ever abandoning her.
-end of poyw rewrite 2.0-
Welp, there it is, I feel like there should’ve been more to this-but I’ve really lost my mojo for Harry again, idk; sorry. But yeah, Uma’s mad, feeling abandoned, she wants to believe that she isn’t-but with nothing coming from her best friends, and seeing them so happy without her in Auradon-and a devil whispering in her ear-it’s hard not to fall into darkness without her lights.
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Thena and Gil playfully arguing…in business style!
Tyrant King,
If you would find it suitable, I have had a meeting cancellation this afternoon.
Gil's brows raised as he read the email on his phone. It was nothing if not succinct--classic Ice Queen. She didn't even sign it. But he was surprised she had even attempted to invite him over today. She had stated she was busy all week. No time for them to 'meet'.
No time for them to fuck like wild animals in her office between meetings.
Why so formal, Ice? If you want me to come over, just say so ;)
Her response was prompt, which proved to him that she was anxiously awaiting his response, much to his delight. She could play coy as much as she liked, but she wasn't very good at that game. In all fairness, nor was he.
I have a tight schedule today, Tyrant. I am offering my time, not begging you for your company. You may disregard my previous email if you are otherwise engaged.
Ice cold, his Princess was. But Gil grinned, happily responding, still in email rather than texting. She had yet to give him her personal number, but he was honestly just glad she wasn't having Kingo filter his messages to her, either.
As per my previous email, I would be happy to meet if your schedule sees fit, Ice.
Two could play at this game. Even as he was looking over his schedule and moving things around for himself. He really needed a Kingo for himself, and her older chief of staff Karun also seemed really on top of things. He had once joked that he would try to poach them from her, and the look he got made him know why people were so afraid of someone as beautiful and delicate as she was.
I have a meeting slot available from 4 onward.
So, it was a lie that she had a tight schedule. If she was offering her 4 o'clock then that was her last meeting for the day, most likely. Unless she was planning to make wild love for a tight 45 minutes and then have meetings until 6.
The whole hour?
If you think our business will take that long, I can offer you the full hour. I advise you decide preemptively if you require the full allotment.
Oh, she thought he didn't want the full time? She was making a joke about him not lasting long, sure. But he was having too much fun flirting with her to let it get to him. He gleefully typed out his response, already swiping his other hand through his hair.
Please be advised, Ice Queen, I believe I have several positions to propose during our meeting. I do hope you are prepared for such intentions during only one hour.
He would give anything to see her face right now. He liked it when she got kind of flustered, even when she was annoyed with him. Call him childish, he liked having her attention. He was entirely the the old story of a boy not knowing how to tell a girl how much he liked her, so instead he did little things to get under her skin.
She was facetiming him.
He picked it up with a wicked grin on his face, "to what do I owe the honour, Ice?"
"I would prefer not to have a paper trail for this proposal, as you put it," she glared at him. She knew he was having fun with their little entendres. "Are you coming or not?"
"Don't I always, with you?"
"Insipid juvenile," she practically hissed at him. She leaned back in her chair, ever poised and elegant. "If you don't want the time slot, I'll schedule someone else."
Gil frowned. "Are we still talking about us, Princess?"
She raised her brows at him--the minx. "I was talking about meetings."
He growled faintly under his breath. Such an impossible woman he had chosen. "I'll be there. Who would you even have offered it to?"
She shrugged, now playing coy for her own enjoyment. "I heard the Prince Eternal is floating around the city. I'm sure if I contacted his beastly little assistant, he'd come running."
Gil puffed through his nose, feeling like a bull getting a red cape waved at him. "Now you're just trying to piss me off."
Thena's eyes dashed down to her lap. She was playing a game of chicken with him, and the Ice Queen didn't take unnecessary risks. "My time is valuable, Tyrant. And others are willing to pay even more than you."
That may have been true, but no one would give her more.
He tugged at his shirt, calling her bluff, "you hate that guy."
She made a face; there was no lying about that. "Perhaps, but it's always at least a few million whenever he pays me a visit."
Gil rolled his eyes. He didn't have to be part of the rich boys who were all insignificant admirers of hers. He wasn't some kid with a crush, he was the Tyrant King.
"Thena," he began, and immediately she was set on edge. Even though they had made love several times now (not that she called it that). He leaned forward, making sure his shoulders looked nice and wide in the shot. He lowered his voice, giving her his best, most smouldering look. "I want to see you."
Desired effect: achieved. She blinked, looking just the littlest bit flustered, maybe even blushing a little. Her eyes drifted away again, but she was smiling a little, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. The diamond stud on her ear cuff sparkled at him. It made him want to pull it off with his teeth.
"Fine," she attempted to maintain her cold facade, but he could see a little more Thena under it. She drew her lace tighter around her. "I'll tell Karun to expect you."
And with that, she was done talking about it. She hung up, but Gil didn't feel hung up on. He smiled, slipping his phone into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. He stood, fluffing his hair again and grabbing his essentials to tell his security that he was leaving the office.
He had an important date to make.
#Ice Queen/Tyrant King AU#the early days#this feels like something they would do#Gil is like hey babe you up?#Thena: to whom it may concern physical relations are on the table#they're also very coy about it#whoever gets emotionally invested first y'know#just kidding it's Gil#he called it making love the first time they ever had sex#and he has been ever since#he gets to her office like hello Ice Queen#Thena: take your fucking clothes off#they take two whole hours of fucking#different positions as Gil said#her office is a MESS#she tells Kingo she needs detailing done tonight#he doesn't say anything#doesn't even look up from his computer#Thena: shut up!!!#also Kingo: shall I have your boyfriend escorted home?#Thena: no he can walk
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NNT Rewatch s2ep1-6
(This was written weeks ago but was in my queue. I am moving back to my college town Saturday so busy days are to come but now I have things to procrastinate 😈)
So YAYAYAY time for season 2 (my fave season overall) !! I’ve rewatched this one before, so i actually remember some of this lol
Ban: I quit
Meliodas: your face is the only joke we can handle
HE GOT HIS ASS DAMN
i love both of diane’s orange fits, but s1 leotard hits different
i have thots abt the introduction of power levels that will be told beneath the cut
i mean it’s all very dragon ball (which i love, but in a very different way). I feel like they are just better executed in manga format, because saying the numbers out loud just kinda breaks up the flow of dialogue and action. Plus the numbers never stay accurate since the characters are always powering up and nakaba lowkey just stops using them at one point. so like assault mode!Meliodas has a power of 142,000. BUT he defeats enemies with powers higher than that and is shown to gain even more power. But this is the highest number we have for him. Overall, theyre clunky, not updated enough to be accurate, and just kinda cheesy :/ I feel like plot could have been added to justify and explain the eye of Balor (AKA Drole if i remember correctly) but it’s just used as an excuse to quantify the characters’ strength since this season is mainly focused on physical and emotional growth, as seen by the Ishtar Arc (one of my fave arcs hehe)
merlin’s friendship with hawk is actually so cute tho
so Meliodas’s beginner stats (still missing his powers) are magic 400, strength 960, spirit 2010. The way I see it, his insane spirit strength could mean one of two things: bitch is just hella determined in his quest to end their curses and protect his friends (likely) or merlin taking away his power only affects his strength and magic since spirit has to do with your mind (also likely) anyway what do y’all think?
how the fuck is gowther’s strength 500??? The average person who can lift 50-100 lbs has a strength of 30. HOW IN THE FUCK?? IS GOWTHER SECRETLY SWOLE????
Meliodas being like “no idk who the ten shadows could be haha” when he and merlin literally formed the sins to fight them and HE WAS THE LEADER OF THE 10 COMMANDMENTS is so funny like so tru king lie to their faces
the first thing Zeldris says is “3000 years... please tell me that he’s still alive” which tells me two things: 1) he doesn’t know about Meliodas’s curse, which could explain why estarossa kills him when he’s just going to come back a rival to the throne of the demon king and 2) the listed life expectancy of 1000 years for demons is probably not accurate lol
maybe it’s driven down due to number of battle deaths like the mortality rate of the middle ages lol
we are introduced to a demon who hopes mel is alive, shares a voice actor, AND HAS THE SAME FACE yeah the brother coding is very thick
AJSDBJKBHJEBFNWKFH YESSS THIS IS MY ALL TIME FAVE INTRO SONG AND ANIMATION
ban’s refusal to get jericho’s name right makes me laugh every time
Jericho: is scared and runs to Ban
Ban: 🤨 yeah. i don’t remember asking you to grab my arm🙄
im sorry but king rlly was a bad fairy king like mans didnt even know the forest was there 😭 its ok tho i love that for him
King hating Ban at first bc he “killed elaine and destroyed the fairy kings forest” only for Ban to pull THE BIGGEST uno reverse on him will never not be funny
wait does that mean ban is technically the 4th fairy king and king is both the 3rd and the 5th bc that would be rlly funny and does happen quite a bit historically
I love how as much as a smug asshole Ban is, he’s not rubbing it in King’s face and is showing him he’s still his friend
so if Gil is Margaret’s guard and Griamore is Veronica’s, does that mean Howzer was Elizabeth’s ?? bc that would be so fucking funny
Helbram got King’s ass with “and you’re short”
KASBDFNJBSDKF HE LOOKS SO GOOFY😭
MY BABYGIRLS ARE HEREEEE
Best girls Melascula and Derieri fr
i love that they said slader is gay, how can we let the audience know and then gave him the smoothest, gayest voice imaginable
merlin calling og gowther a great magician when we know he was the one to train her is actually so sad, i want to give baby merlin a hug
slader is hot, thanks for coming to the ted talk
how the fuck does he walk like this tho??
is there a reason i just don’t remember why they never really bring up albions again or do they just ~disappear~ conveniently from the story lol
So the whole concept of sacred treasures is really cool to me because they are clearly something unique to the Sins, despite all of the sacred treasures being very different and made of different materials. I mean Gowther’s is straight up made of light Still, them having weapons that serve as a constant and grow with them as they become more powerful is just a neat concept to me. I just wish we could have seen Ban use Courechouse more than just a few episodes. There really isn’t a plot reason he couldn’t have had it beforehand.
Gerheade being a bitch to Ban bc he’s a human makes literally no sense when we learn her backstory with Rou. Like NO sense at all lol
I honestly love that Meliodas destroyed the albion on his own. Like yes, he is my OP blorbo BUT he’s also supposed to be incredibly powerful in canon, which we haven’t seen him go all out with an enemy yet. Not only does he know all about albions (bc he’s a demon), but as leader of the 10 Commandments, he probably was on the controlling side of the golems. Then, as a member of Stigma, he fought against them. Not to mention, this is when he finally gets Lostvayne (the DEMON sword) back. This moment for me is when he gets to show off the perks of him being a powerful and high ranking demon. Might fuck around and do a full post later on Meliodas’s relationship to his own race and what/who he is lol
Ban screaming “you bitch!!” is... a wonderful experience
Yass king (hehehehe get it? bc his name is king? hehehe)
Galand petting Gloxinia is actually so cute lol
Merlin covering Arthur’s eyes 😭😭 she’s his mom fr
“its been a while meliodas” oop galand just let the Meliodas is 3000 years old cat out of the bag ehehe
(stay with me bc im about to get delusional) WAIT so galand says “to think that after all this time has passed youd still be in that form” in this essay i will prove that Meliodas looks like a young teenager because he essentially is biologically young for the demon race. Galand doesn’t know Mel was cursed, so he would think that he had aged in the past 3000 years. Plus, I think the demon king’s possession of Meliodas AND Zeldris can be (somewhat) compared to Sariel’s aging up of Solaseed. Anyway, i feel like this can support my hypothesis of Zeldris and Meliodas are just babies who will eventually look like adults. Also, I think them being super young just enhances the angst quite well.
everyone is fucking terrified of galand but hes just a silly foolish little fellow to me lol
ban and king being brothers-in-law makes my heart happy like theyre so cute
Ban threatening Gerheade and actually being pissed and serious has suddenly reminded me that if i saw a grown ass man who couldn’t die and was a 7 foot tall violent alcoholic i would be fucking terrified
like a demon 14 year old? creepy ig but not a 7 foot tall masochist with an 8 pack
I love how hard Diane always goes for the ones she loves, she’s just so devoted and passionate Best Girl tm behavior
*Merlin being incredibly confidant and nonchalant starting a proposition*
Meanwhile Merlin’s thoughts: SHIT SHIT I HAVE 10 SECONDS TO THINK BEFORE EVERYONE I LIKE DIES
Meliodas doing the same thing Hendy did by reattaching his fucking arms using Darkness and the sins still being like wait?? is Meliodas?? a... demon ??? 🤨
okay so we DO see him in this mode again. But what is it called? and why does he become no thots head empty? its not like he died. and even in assault mode, he has thoughts and emotions (when they’re not stuck in purgatory)
Im ngl, i forgot everything about this episode entirely lol
obvi i hate that derieri died, but at least the souls she fucking ate got returned lol
do we think arthur has a tiny teenage gay crush on meliodas? Discuss.
(the answer is yes ehehe)
gowther walking around with his dang a lang swangin hehe
Gil crying in annoyance and defeat as griamore and howzer bicker is literally so hashtag real
HENDYYY MY BABYGIRL IS BACK BAYBAYYYY
very suddenly realized that Hendy’s probably only like in his 30s. Mans is just not that old
exactly 3 seconds after I had that though Howzer calls him old man LOLLL
i forgot about hendy’s childhood trauma. damn. thats actually rlly sad :/
look how cute he is tho 😭😭
hendy and dreyfus are in love. thanks for coming to another one of my ted talks
so do we think dreyfus is half druid (and zaratras is full) or zaratras is half druid? i mean they’re half brothers but only one is a called a druid sooo
IM SORRY BUT THIS IS THE FUNNIEST FUCKING SCREENSHOT ASDFFHSLDH elizabeth scandalized, meliodas accepting his fate, slader leaning in closer and blushing ITS JUST SO GOOD
The ass shot of Diane 🤨😑
Damn Idk how i never realized that all of them pretty much only call Meliodas captain. Merlin, Ban, and Elizabeth are the only ones who will call him Meliodas, but even merlin and ban typically go with captain.
“im a giant, why arent you afraid of me?” hes a fucking demon. lol
#tess rambles on her nnt rewatch#nanatsu no taizai#seven deadly sins#nnt#7ds#tess rambles#meliodas#elizabeth liones#elizabeth nnt#melizabeth#ban nnt#diane nnt#merlin nnt#gowther#gowther nnt#zeldris#demon bros#jericho nnt#king nnt#helbram#monspeet#derieri#monderi#slader nnt#arthur pendragon#arthur nnt
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Love Will Tear Us Apart (Hal Jordan X Reader)
Warning: Verbal Fighting, Really Slight Physical Aggression, Angst to Fluff, Breakup and Makeup
Word Count: 3.7K
Reader is gender neutral.
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Author's Note: Hi! I love this dumbass! I am so soft for him!🥺🥺🥺 I have more Hal Jordan stuff coming out soon! I hope you like it! Bestie, please reblog! Also, thank you to my beta! You’re the best! <3
Summary: You love Hal Jordan but every person has their limits, especially when it involves a certain ex-girlfriend.
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“It's Carol or me,” you huffed with frustration and anger. Everything had finally come to a boiling point after almost five years together with him.
“You’re being ridiculous, I’m not going to do that,” he said, rubbing his face with his hands. Hal was tired, it’s been a long few days with the League and the Corp and now this.
“Carol or me,” you said through gritted teeth.
“Look, I’m fuckin’ exhausted. We can have this fight tomorrow, okay?”
“I’m gonna ask you one last time, Hal: Carol or me?”
“I told you already, I’m not doing this right now. I’m not going to fuckin' choose between you or Carol, so cut the fuckin' crap and let's go to bed. I’m so goddamn tired!” He said, raising his voice at the end. You were starting to piss him off.
“Fine. I’ll choose for you,” you stated louder than you wanted to. But you couldn’t hold back the anger that was seething through you right now. You’ve bared this teeter-tottering of his for almost five years. You’ve had enough.
“What the hell does that mean?” You didn’t say anything, instead just moved towards the front door to put on your shoes. He watched with anger rising through him. “Where the hell are you going? It’s the middle of the fuckin' night!” You continued putting on your shoes and started opening the lock on the front door. Before you knew it, Hal was next to you grabbing your arm with a little too much force. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Get. Your. Hand. Off. Of. Me,” you gritted with restrained anger. Hal didn’t let go. Now he was mad.
“FINE! You wanna go? Huh?! You wanna fuckin' leave?! Then get out, go!” He yanked the door open, practically shoved you out, and closed the door.
You stood there for a second, staring at the door, before yelling at the top of your lungs so he would definitely hear (and probably the neighbors, too): “Fuck you, Hal Jordan!” With that you turned and left.
You loved Hal more than anything else. You loved everything about him. You loved him more than you ever thought you were capable of loving someone. Nobody had ever made you laugh as hard and as often as he did. You loved the way he would smile at you when he got a “great idea” that usually ended in disaster. How he would wear a slight frown when something was bothering him but he didn’t want to mention it. How he would insist on laying in your lap or on top of you because he liked feeling your fingers continuously running through and playing with his hair. When he would use his ring to cast constellations or silly little images on the ceiling when you would lay together in bed. The feeling of his hands in yours. The feeling of him.
But you couldn’t do this anymore. As much as you loved him, you didn't want to feel like you were the other person in the relationship. You knew how much he cared about Carol and how much she meant to him. You also knew about the history between them. He was very honest with you from the beginning, and you liked that. You never thought you would ever have to ask him to choose between you and her. But someone can only take being taken for granted for so long. At first, it didn’t bother you much that he would go to Carol at her beck and call any time of the day or night. Or how much time he would spend with her. Or how much he talked about her. Even after she had married Gil, you didn’t mind that they were close because, after all, they went through a lot together. But eventually, you started feeling like you were left out of their little world. Inside jokes you didn’t get; constantly being told what Carol had said about something you were talking about. Forgotten little things like your favorite flavor of something or the other. But Carol’s favorites were always remembered. Constantly, having to hear about her; feeling like no conversation could be had without her being mentioned. It started feeling like you were competing against Carol for Hal’s attention and you just couldn’t win.
The straw that broke the camel's back came just before he left for his latest mission. Your birthday fell a few days after he had to leave, and you wanted to spend some time with him, just the two of you. You kept telling him about how you had made reservations at your favorite restaurant for dinner the day before he left and how much you were looking forward to it. On the day, you spent a considerable amount of time getting ready, looking your absolute best in something you felt absolutely fabulous in. (But, also, knew he would definitely like; you loved seeing that signature playful flirty smirk he would give.) He wasn’t home for most of the day, you didn’t think anything of it, figuring he would just meet you at the restaurant. You went to the restaurant and waited for him to show up. 10 minutes pass, no problem Hal’s even late to his Justice League meetings. 30 minutes pass, okay he’s running later than usual. 40 minutes, then 50, then an hour. You could feel the servers' sad gazes as they walked past you. You finally called him.
Ring Ring Ring
“Hey!”
“Where are you, Hal?”
“Oh, I’m at Carol’s.” You never knew it was possible to feel your heart rip apart but it did in that moment. “I was visiting the Ferris airbase earlier, so Gil and Carol invited me to din—Oh shit! Oh, my fuckin' god, I’m so fuckin' sorry, babe! I totally forgot about the dinner. I’m leaving right now. I’m so sorry!”
“It’s fine. Finish your dinner,” you said holding back tears that were threatening to escape, “I was leaving from here anyway.”
“I’m so sorry, love. It just escaped my mind. I’ll make it up to you when I get back home, I promise. I’m leaving here, okay?”
“It's fine, Hal. Uh, I just called to say that I’m staying over at (F/N)’s house for the next few days. They’re going through some things right now and really need me.” You couldn’t bear to see him tonight; you didn’t have it in you to hear about his dinner with Carol, about what she made or what she said.
It suddenly dawned on him that you’d only called him exclusively by his name so far, and not the hundred different nicknames you gave him. He got the feeling that something was wrong.
“But you know I’m leaving tomorrow and I won't be back for a few weeks. Can’t you go after I leave tomorrow?” he said, dejected and sad. You could imagine his slight frown and it made everything worse.
“They really need me. I’ll see you when you get back.” God, you were going to cry any second. You didn’t think you could stay on the line any longer. “Look, I have to go, I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
He was silent for a few moments before he murmured, “yeah, if they really need you, then I guess that’s fine.” He knew something was off; he could hear it in your voice.
“Thanks, bye.”
“Bye, sweetheart. I lov—“ You hung up, Hal didn’t know what to do. You’d never hung up on him before like that, before saying you loved him.
You didn’t have the strength to sit there, listen to him say he loved you, and say it back to him because you would break down.
Hal came back to an empty apartment that night and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like you not being there. The apartment felt colder than usual without you. He didn’t know before that night how much he felt at peace sleeping with you next to him. The smell of your body lotion and conditioner lingering on the sheets, just made everything worse for him. He couldn’t sleep and you didn’t answer his last few texts. He spent the whole night more or less awake. Before he left in the morning, he called you but you didn’t answer his call. Weird he thought. You always pick up his phone, even at odd hours of the night. You were being a good friend, so you were probably just busy, he didn’t think much of it after that. With that he left to save the world. You stayed the night with one of your friends, who you knew wouldn’t pry. You would go back to your place once he was gone.
You guys didn’t fight, you talked things out, worked out solutions to your problem. Never ultimatums or tantrums. You kept it civil and mature. So Hal didn’t understand what had happened that night he got back. He couldn’t even remember how the fight started. All he could remember was how angry and sad you looked. And making him choose between you and Carol? That was absurd. He loved Carol platonically now, but he loved you romantically. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. He loved you more than he was even capable of expressing. You wouldn’t answer his calls, his texts, emails, or social media messages. Your friends/family came to get your stuff and wouldn’t tell him where you were. They would say that they didn’t know or give some other lame excuse.
He was miserable. He was so miserable.
And so were you. You couldn’t escape Green Lantern, even if you tried your best and avoided every freaking place that literally existed. But you still tried your best to move on.
Everyone around Hal could see how miserable he was and he was bringing everyone down with him. Even the other Lanterns were getting fed up, it had been around four months and he was starting to become broodier than Batman (who had half a mind to find you and fix this, because he simply couldn’t stand it).
Hal was running late as usual to some friend’s engagement party. He walked in scanning the room out of habit, until his eyes fell on you. You were laughing at something someone had said. He just looked at you, yearning and longing running through his veins. He knew he was going to fix this, fix what happened between you two. He stared at you for most of the night, waiting for a moment to get you alone. You didn’t expect him to show up, he’s probably off on some other planet doing who knows what, you thought. But there he was, staring at you the whole damn night. You tried your best to avoid him, playing this elaborate and intricate game of avoid-ment. You would steal a glance at him every once in a while, just to see how he was. You couldn’t tell. He always cleaned up nice and a suit always made him look extra attractive and more put together than he really was. You loved it when he wore a suit. The whole night went smoothly for the most part, you managed to avoid him for the entire party.
You breathed a sigh of relief as you left and made your way to your car. Searching for your keys, you hardly noticed someone leaning against your car. “You know, it would be safer for you if you found your keys before you come out into the street at night. Or were you just looking for an excuse for Green Lantern to save you?” You looked up to see Hal leaning against the driver’s side, with a smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes and continued searching for your keys. “You’re not looking for these keys by any chance are you?” He was holding out his hand with your keys in his palm. What the—?! How did he do that? When did he do that? You avoided him like the plague, so how exactly did he manage that? You step closer to take the keys out of his hand and he moves his hand, lifting it slightly. You reach for them again and he moves his hand away again. He knew this would always make you smile. You reach for the keys again and this time he uses his ring’s power to dangle them above you, just slightly out of reach. Bastard, you thought, using his ring against me like this. He was wearing a childish smile.
“I would appreciate it, if you would give me my keys back.”
“Humm,” he pretended to ponder, “I’ll give them back, but first you have to come home.” Before you could say anything, he continued, “And by home, I mean our place where we used to live together four months ago. You know, the place we spent forever looking for and even longer decorating? Home, where we’ve had one too many food fights while cooking. Or where we put up too many halloween decorations, and always have tons of halloween candy left over because we live in an apartment complex with like one and half kids.”
“Hal, look—” You were cut off before you even could say anything else.
“No, Y/N, you look. I’m miserable. I’ve been miserable these past four months. I don't know where we went wrong; where I went wrong. But I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you. I won't, not without trying everything in the galaxy to fix this. So tell me how to fix it. Do you want to go to couples counseling? I’ll never see Carol again, if that’s what you want. I love you more than you’ll ever know and I’m not going to give you up without a fight. So tell me how to fix us.”
You stared at the ground, tears blurring your vision. You couldn’t face him, you would become undone.
Hal stepped closer to you, you didn’t move back. That was a good sign, he thought. He reached under your chin and gently lifted your face up to catch your eyes. You were done for now, any semblance of composure gone with his touch. You sobbed covering your face with your hands.
“You’re the one who left and now you’re the one crying your heart out? I think it should be the other way around, sweetheart,” he joked. That only made you cry a little harder. “You know you're really pig-headed, right?” he continued, while pulling you in closer and enveloping you in his arms. God, you both missed each other. He relaxed against you, taking in the smell of your conditioner and perfume as he rested his chin on your head. After a few minutes, you stopped crying and gained enough composure to finally sort this out, because you didn’t want to lose him either.
“I,” you sniffled, stepping out of his embrace, his hands finding yours as you move back. “I, um, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left like that. That was very immature and childish of me.”
“You think?”
“Are you gonna listen or keep making skittish remarks?” He smiled, motioning for you to go on. “I don’t want you to stop seeing Carol. I don’t have anything against her. I like her, I do. And I also know what she means to you. But I feel like I’m competing constantly for your attention. Sometimes I feel like I’m the other person in our relationship. I just feel ignored and overlooked. I don’t want to feel like that. It's a tiring feeling, like I have to go out of my way for you to spend any time with me or even notice my existence. Even though we live together! At times, I even feel like I was asking for too much from you when all I wanted was for you to be there for me. Like the times when you would be late or even forget about our planned dates because you were with Carol. Constantly having every conversation mentioning her. I can’t do it.” Your thoughts were a jumbled mess, you were trying your best to be more articulate, but you were overwhelmed with all the emotions you were going through.
He stood there listening very intently to what you had to say, his fingers laced with yours, gently rubbing his thumb against yours in a calming manner.
“I’m sorry,” you continued after a pause, “I shouldn’t have blown up like that, but I couldn’t take it anymore after you forgot about my birthday dinner before you left, then came back and mentioned Carol again. I just felt so alone and angry, in that moment. I should’ve been more open about what I was feeling earlier on. I didn’t want to make you choose between us but that’s exactly what I ended up doing.” You were sniffing again and trying to avoid his gaze.
He was processing what you said, and it made him feel terrible. He wanted you and Carol to be good friends and his best idea at the time was to talk about her and get you to like her, he didn’t think it would backfire in the long run like this. Now, he really felt like shit.
“I didn’t mean for you to feel like that. I messed up. I simply wanted you and Carol to be friends, so that’s why I thought it would be a good idea for me to always talk about her and always try to get us to hang out with her. I didn’t realize it would make you feel like that. I’m so so sorry.”
You looked at him with disbelief and astonishment. This was his bright idea of getting you and Carol to be friends? “Um, what have you been doing to Carol to get her to like me?”
“Uhhh, more or less—definitely more—of the same. I just thought if I talked about you guys enough to each other, you would come to be best friends,” he said with a nervous giggle. I really did not think this through, he thought. “That's why I always go see her, so I can talk about you.”
I can’t believe I’m in love with a moron, you thought. A moron more or less tasked with saving the universe. How he was managing that was beyond you (and most of the other people around him). You smiled at him, before breaking out into a little laugh.
You were smiling at him, he felt his world fall back into place. He pulled you in closer, taking your face in his hands and caressing your cheek.
“I’ve been miserable without you too,” you whispered, putting your hand over his. “These past four months have been hell,” you continued softly, “I don’t want to lose you either. I want to fix this too. I’m also willing to do anything in the galaxy to fix this. You just need to tell me how.” His eyes glazed over your face like he was looking at a masterpiece he couldn’t believe existed.
“I love you,” he whispered before gingerly placing his lips onto yours. Devotion, passion, and yearning deepened the kiss with every passing second. Silent promises being exchanged with each touch to never hurt each other again, and to fix your relationship. You continued kissing each other, hands entangling with the other’s body. You were both making up for four months of misery. Each time you would pull away to breathe, “I love you”s and “I’m sorry”s were whispered back and forth.
“Get a fuckin' room,” someone yelled, walking past. You both pulled away, lips swollen, foreheads touching, fingers interlaced, and laughing.
“So does this mean you’re coming home?” he quipped.
“No,” you mischievously stated.
“But—I—We—,” he stuttered with exasperation.
“My new place is much better than our old one; plus our lease is almost up. And, the landlord’s an asshole. Remember how many times I had to call him to get the AC fixed when it broke last summer? I practically died of a heat stroke. Not to mention that the washing machines are constantly broken. Do you really want to live there that badly?”
“No, I guess not,” he smiled somewhat sheepishly, afterall you spend more time in the apartment than he did. “So are you gonna ask me?”
“Ask you what?” You raised an eyebrow at him.
“You know? Like I asked you before we moved in together.”
“Oh, I see,”—you dragged out the ‘o’ in “oh”—“Harold Jordan, do you want to move in with me? Again?”
A smile beamed across his face, “Yes. Yes, I do.”
“Good, otherwise this would’ve been kind of weird,” you laughed as he kissed you again. “But, we are going to have to work on our relationship. We should probably think about couples counseling, but it might be hard with your ‘job’. Maybe we could start by trying to be better communicators and telling each other if things are bothering us or something?”
He nodded in agreement. “We can start right now,” he beamed, “I would like to go see this new, much better place of ours and explore a few other things.” He was trying to wiggle his eyebrows suggestively, but he just made you laugh at how goofy he looked.
“Really, after four months and all this, the only thing you can think about is makeup sex?” You quipped playfully, taking the keys from him and pulling him towards the car.
“Maybe…so is that a yes or a no?”
“Get in the car, please.” You stopped suddenly. “Wait, I have a question: how did you get my keys? I made sure to stay as far away from you as I possibly could!”
“A magician never reveals his secrets,” he smirks.
“Okay, Harry Houdini.” You rolled your eyes, smiling as you both got into the car.
The two of you knew that you were going to fix your relationship. You were meant to be together. It took some time and effort but everything worked out in the end. The Justice League and the Lanterns were glad that Hal wasn’t making everything miserable anymore—that was until he started planning on proposing to you, then that was a whole other can of worms. They were equally not ready for wedding Hal or, eventually, dad Hal that came down the road.
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d3 script doctor
ben and mal are being pressured to get married after they turn 18 because it would endear the other royals in auradon to the idea of the fact that the isle kids can be rehabilitated; mal being such a success in rehabilitation that the king marries her is a big deal. however shes not really being prepared sufficiently for the political side of things, just the appearance stuff. so when shes in the war room with beast belle & fg, they start really unsubtly pressuring her.
wouldnt it be safer if the barrier was shut forever? we're in danger right now. Mal. Mal, what do you think .?
and she chooses to close the barrier because if its a choice between her gang's safety vs. a bunch of random people on the isle, shes going to choose her gang no contest. ben throws a HUGE hissy fit and completely loses his mind. im talking yelling, maybe a little crying. this is his dream and hes the king but hes being strongarmed into this decision; beast belle & fg are using mal as their scapegoat, like look, shes from the isle and she agrees. and ben should say something like, shes from the isle, of course she agrees.
yowch.
ben stays with mal instead of turning into a beast for some reason. when the core 4 meet up with the sea 3 hes the one playing peacemaker while evie giggles cutely in the back about shrimps and chaos. evie is the first to come around to his peacemaking however, shes totally on board to work with the sea 3 but everytime she sidles up to be on ben's peacemaking side she has to school her expression into a not-laugh. she claps her hands like a youth counselor and suggests icebreaker games just to see the looks on everyones faces at the sheer ridiculousness of it. shes fucking with everyone
instead of coralling the sea 3, the core 4 slide back into old isle ways. theyre meaner, louder, brasher. when the sea 3 start stealing stuff the only reason jay fights it is because he doesnt like harry and he wants him to suffer. instead of being surprised at gil's delight, jay is nostalgic and charmed, and shows him more things that he wouldnt know about. carlos threatens to bite someone. etc
hannah is the girl's dorms RA
instead of just saving audrey's life the plan is to save her from death and then throw her on the isle (a fun foil to FG and beast creating the isle! yay). but the big blowout fight she had with her gang and uma pushes mal to see past her own selfishness. so she very publically drops her political clout persona, stands up for the isle, and when beast and belle try to stop her, she stomps on their metaphorical toes and tells them to shut up.
FG doesnt give up her wand, but the core 4 know without having to be told to chase and corner her into giving it up. (i think carlos should do this). jay is the one who presents her with the wand. then they stand in a line and break the barrier
the final shots are a lingering, contemplative scene in which the core 4 agree that they'll protect people from the violence that will be razed down by the newly freed isle residents, and then, lAst one to the hideouts a rotten apple!!!!!!!!!!!!! running off into the sunset
everything else can stay the same
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Shot in the dark but Gilgamesh and Li Shuwen would have way too much fun in terms of being fighting buddies.
Gilgamesh would first see this normal human guy and be like ‘thats not fucking worth my time’ but oh my god on the reverse, Li Shuwen sees a strong opponent and just zeros in on that motherfucker like “im going to get him to fight me one way or another” and this bastard is persistent.
Ordinarily Li backs off if someone really doesnt want to fight, but with how much Gilgamesh antagonizes and picks fights with others? Yeah, Li’s gonna make this guy start chucking swords at him because that shit looks wild as hell.
Eventually, Gil gives in, maybe out of annoyance, but shit starts flying. Swords, spears, all of that. And shit, this weird next to normal guy who has almost no mystery and was literally alive like eighty years ago is just??? dodging and running? Sometimes weapons are hit out of the way, sometimes, like Lancelot, a spear is grabbed and used for a moment. AND THEN suddenly Li Shuwen is right fucking there in his face and what he thought was a trivial battle is suddenly a really fucking intense fistfight.
For a mere human, Li Shuwen is insane. He’s no divine being, sure, but Gilgamesh can tell that there’s enough power behind each hit to shatter bone and destroy organs— but more importantly, it’s challenging rather than just annoying. Where others use magecraft or weapons to combat him, this man himself is a weapon but in a different way than Enkidu.
Who wins the little bout of a fight is up to the imagination, however, Gilgamesh walks away strangely satisfied. Li Shuwen is no Enkidu, but how long has it been since he’s had to actually throw a punch back?
#this can also work in extella not just GO#i just think that Li Shuwen uses fighting as a way to get to know some one and if he makes friends along the way so be it#Gilgamesh#Fate Gilgamesh#fgo gilgamesh#li shuwen#fgo li shuwen#fate#fate go#fate grand order#fate extella#Kiwiki Speaks
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Countdown To Dawntrail Week 2: Vengeance
second entry in @voidsentprinces second week of Countdown to Dawntrail series
"So you paid how much for these guys' service?" Allie asked as she held a Crystal Brave against the wall by his neck.
"In total?" Replied Alphinaud. "About 5.6 million Gil."
Allie crushed the screaming merc's neck in her grip and chuckled. "Money well spent."
"There they are! Kill them! Kill her, gods dammit!!!" came a shout from further down. A shout that made Allie grin maliciously.
"Yuyuhase," she hissed, blood and bile dripping from her every word. She looked over to Q'ihnn, who had just pulled his sword from a crystal brave of his own. "You got Raubahn and Mitnu?"
"Yeah," Q'ihnn replied. He didn't look happy with her. He sees you for what you really are, Fray told her in the back of her mind. Something he cannot control. Well, he could get the fuck over it.
"Good. Save them. I'll clear the last of the idiot brigade." With that, Allie drew her greatsword and cleaved through three more soldiers on her way to chase down Yuyuhase.
"Q'ihnn-" Alphinaud tried to say.
"I know," was Q'ihnn's only reply before they went down to Raubahn's cell. It hurt, watching this...whatever it was, seize control of Allie. His best friend. But he had enough on his plate, and moreover, friends who needed saving.
But if this kept up, Q'ihnn swore to himself, he would yank this "Fray" out of Allie with his bare hands if he had to.
--
Lalafell were not the fastest runners by nature, even in ideal circumstances. Yuyuhase's circumstances were so far from ideal, that "ideal" was in a completely different time zone.
His short, stubby legs ran and hopped and leapt over the uneven, rocky terrain, as behind him, he could hear the deaths of his soldiers, screaming and barking orders and pleading for their lives.
And above all of it.
"Yuyuhase!" shouted his predator. "Where are you going, you hateful little imp?! Are you taking me to Ilberd?! Please say yes, I wish to speak to him!!!" He was, much as he wished there was another plan. But there wasn't. There was precisely one man who could handle Shepard, and Yuyuhase prayed to Nald'Thal to let him reach him in time.
And Nald'Thal...said no.
As he was turning a corner, a greatsword the width of his entire body buried itself halfway into the wall right in front of his face. Yuyuhase stared into his own fearful eyes, reflected in the ebony blade, before he was lifted and put against the wall by an armored fist. "Hello, sunshine!" Said Allienea Shepard. Or whatever hell beast was running around in her skin.
"L-l-l-listen, she, Shepard," he stammered out, gazing down into those brilliant blue eyes that radiated sheer, bottomless hate. "I, I uh, I just, oh gods, just listen. I-"
"Shut the fuck up." And he did. And the two just stared at each other. Shepard didn't move, while Yuyuhase didn't dare. her face was tense, but otherwise unreadable.
She's debating whether or not to kill me, was the immediate, and most likely, correct conclusion. "If, if you're going to do it, then get it over with!" he shouted, feeling a hail mary sort of bravery rise in him. "If you're worried about your soul, may I direct your attention to the veritable graveyard behind you?" her eyes narrowed, and the bravery fled, leaving him to his fate. Her teeth clenched as a growl rose from behind them, before her ears perked up at the sound of distant fighting.
She turned her head. "Ilberd." Yes, that sounded about right. She was the distraction, while the brat and his friends freed Raubahn. Of course, Ilberd would see that, and go to intercept. She threw him to the ground, pulled her sword out of the wall, and loomed over him like a great, black cloud. "Do you know why I am letting you live?"
"N, n-no?" he asked, knowing full well that he was not going to like the answer.
Shepard placed her big black boot on his small white head as she leaned her head as close as she anatomically could, and, in a mix of a whisper and a growl, she told him. "I don't care about you. Not really. Not when the anger subsides. See, I'm just like everyone else in your life. Your daddy bailed on you the second he saw your face because he knew he had wasted his time waiting for you to be pushed out. The illness took your mother because you weren't worth the effort it would require to hold on. Those things you have been denied all your life? Those things whose denial has made you this way? You were denied them for a reason. And the reason is that you don't and never have and never will deserve them. Slink away, or try to kill me again later, I don't care. You will never make me, or anyone else, care about you. Do you understand?"
Yuyuhase felt tears fall and soak into the sand. "Y-yes..."
Shepard took her foot from his head and turned to leave. "Good. Never darken Alphinaud's life again." With that, her vengeance taken, Shepard left the tiny man to curl up and sob, alone.
#ffxiv#allienea shepard#ffxiv oc#final fantasy xiv#countdown to dawntrail#ilberd#the crystal braves#q'ihnn tia#mitnu c'arnagy/baelsar
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