It turns out my foggy memory of every single one of my absolute favorite tgcf fanfics is actually ONE, (1), uno monster of a one shot that’s almost 50k words.

Here’s the link.

Thinking about Agnes Montague, Gerard Keay and Jonathan Sims. All chosen ones, in their own way. All intended by those who decided they were a chosen one to bring on the end of days. Or die trying. Or die while succeeding. They were only as valuable as their potential. Only worth what they could give.

And death was their only escape from those expectations.

Agnes had her church hang her.

Gerry died and then had Jon burn his page.

Jon had Martin kill him.

I just think there's something about them. Something about them all being doomed in such similar ways.

it got complicated really quickly

[makoto voice] what are we

You’ve made allusions to an android AU, may I venture a hc?

König (my beloved) is the most likely out of all of the guys to just. Literally not have a face. This boy was built exclusively for heavy combat - he’s probably got five cameras for eyes on a composite ceramic face. There is no synthskin. Briareos from APPLESEED vibes.

OK Android au is a Ghost au because that's my husband. I love the idea of König as a heavy duty mech. Let's run through what my thoughts on the au are and then never speak of it again

So Ghost as an android. Military grade, top of the line. I mean literally irreplaceable, no one knows how they made him, where he came from, or how he's able to think and do the things he does. It's almost unbelievable. You, the 141's mechanic, don't believe it. You've fixed up plenty of androids, you'd rerouted circuit boards and rewritten enough code to know that Ghost should not be doing the things he's doing. You think he's thinking. He shouldn't be thinking. Not the way he seems to be, at least.

Androids think, to a certain degree, but artificial intelligence is... well it's not exactly real. It's pattern recognition and computers running simulations. It's math. Complicated math, but still math. Ghost isn't doing math, he's making decisions. The 141 lets him out, free range, in the field and trusts him to think and act within the parameters- Fuck do they even set parameters for him?

He comes to see you the same way the men go to see the doctor. Reluctantly. Another thing he shouldn't be doing, that he's hiding from the rest of the unit, feeling. That's what first tipped you off that he was thinking, the way he lingered in your doorway when other androids would be marched in by their COs. Ghost stood in the door to your workshop and hesitated, like he didn't want to see you, or was hoping you wouldn't be in. When you'd made eye contact with his cameras, the red glow behind sculpted bone, he'd marched right in and sat down in front of your work bench.

"Need some maintenance," He's said, the transmitters for his voice box warm and rumbling behind the slight static. You'd never heard false vocal cords like that.

He's a wonder of mechanics. His back plate is dented, the synth-skin charred and bullet ridden, and when you take too long poking around trying to figure out how to get it off he reaches back and presses a button at the top of his spine. The black composite plates lining his spine -what a human would call a spine- release with a hiss and the back plates on either side pop up with a quiet click. You could spend hours looking at the motors running his muscles, like cogs in a clock. They spin silently, just on the edge of warm when you touch them, expanding his synthetic muscles almost like he's breathing. A cooling system you assume, or exhaust exchange. You grab a few tools from your bench and tug your safety goggles on to get started.

It's strange, you feel like a proper doctor working on him. Ghost sits like a rock for you, but he's sitting, he's active. You glance at his face like you'll catch him flinching away from the laser you drag against powder burns, or think he'll roll his shoulder to test the fit when you tighten one of the millions of tiny screws. You'll have to come up with something new to use on the tight coils of synthetic muscle he has. You've never seen anything like it, you'll need something custom if he comes in with anything bigger than a bullet wound. He's patient as you reshape his back plate, banging the dent out and soldering a patch over the hole.

"You'll need a new one of these," You tell him. He makes a noise almost like a hum, you chalk it up to motors whirring. Strange when they'd been so quiet before.

"Battle scars," He jokes, and you freeze, "That's what Soap calls them." He covers, but- He made a joke. He's covering, it's a good cover, but- He made a joke. Androids don't make jokes, they approximate jokes.

You're still thinking about it when he leaves. You're a good mechanic, a great one, but you can't explain Ghost away as subroutines and ai. You stare down at your diagnostic report, your repair report. You hesitate and mark "functioning optimally" before jotting down the repairs you made. It's probably nothing. No reason to snitch on the 141's prized android just because you're a little spooked.

“ 𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒊𝒏, 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆, 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅— 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆. 𝑷𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏, 𝑬𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒔 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑬𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒘, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆 — 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝑹𝒉𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐 … 𝑯𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝑬𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔 — 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆’𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦. ”

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every day I think about how BADASS and FUNNY it would have been for janet to JUST ABOUT tell us what carlos' last name is, what every fan has been waiting for since the show started practically, and for him to interrupt her with "its Carlos Palmer, actually" cementing the fact that he is married and has moved on and lives and belongs in night vale and its almost like this huge FUCK YOU to janet, telling her, 'actually you CAN'T explain me because you dont even know who I am anymore' BUT ALSO AS A HUGE JOKE ON THE AUDIENCE who will never know his other last name

underrated mob psycho moment is when mob shows up to a crop field in the middle of nowhere for work, ignores reigen’s question completely, and basically says, “i’m pretty sure i asked you to stop fucking calling my phone”

Art Wip Game

@artisticallyill you asked about the Battle Cody & Obi so here it is

This one is definitely a bad name. While technically accurate, it's not the defining thing about this. Battle Cody & Obi is the name of my drawing that is my Codywan FMAB AU. Truly the title says nothing, and idk what i was thinking when i named the drawing but it's my fmab au

Here's it is so far:

In this au, the jedi are the state alchemists, Obi-Wan is a general and a state alchemist and a highly revered one but I don't know what his alchemy specialization is yet. Cody is his right hand who watches his back and has several big guns and people are scared of him.

I imagine this drawing to be them fighting Maul, who would absolutely just set a bunch of things on fire, not even with alchemy but with straight up matches cuz he's petty like that and Cody and Obi-Wan are trapped by the fire and waiting to see where he strikes next.

When I was ideating this, I realized that their dynamic is already pretty similar to Mustang and Hawkeye, especially with the "we can't date cuz you're my superior officer/subordinate" and the "i will flirt with others as a tactical move but it's fake and the real adoration only comes out with you"

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I remember seeing someone say that chuuya was dazai’s manic pixie dream girl. And today i realised akutagawa lowkey got that ramona flowers haircut. In conclusion akutagawa is atsushi’s manic pixie dream girl they same way chuuya was for dazai

daily thinking about the fact that I can totally visualize nami asking luffy what he is going to do after becoming the pirate king -if he actually considers boa’s offer about marriage- and luffy casually answering that yeah he thinks about getting married, but that he doesn’t understand why he would marry anyone else when there’s zoro right there. And that would be the most canon and so in character shit you’ll ever see.

Do y'all ever just... think about your F/O's body and like- any scars, blemishes and other little "imperfections" they might have? And how that just makes them even more beautiful and special, because it's their body, and you love it unconditionally? And maybe they felt a little insecure about those things, but your love just makes them a lot more confident, and they're so grateful for it.

Proship/Comship & Kink blogs DNI

@riathedreamer i have not stopped thinking about chapter 32 it actually broke me thank you for this amazing fic it keeps me going

Omg: I saw an absolute stunning show yesterday in Hamburg and the emergency cover of Albus, Nikko Forteza, was amaaazing. There were so many small scorbus coded details in his acting. It was insane:

A few examples:

- At the owlery when Scorpius and Albus sit next to each other, their hands were almost touching. In an glimpse of an eye Albus tries to grab Scorpius Hand but stopped.

- When Scorpius told Albus at the owlery that he wasn't by his side in V-World but he was fighting with him in his heart, Albus comes sooo close to Scorpius' face and he turnes his head a little...like they almost kiss until Delphi disturbs.

- don't have to adress the heartbreaking screams when Delphi tortures Scorpius

- In Godrics Hallow, when they hide because James and Lilly showed up Albus cuddles into Scorpius chest.

- Albus told Ginny in St. Geromes that he thought he likes Delphi and she's like, yeah but now you're getting clear about some things, he turns around and looked up to Scorpius who's standing at the front door of the church.

- During the fight albus walks over to Scorpius at the left door and grabs his face to get sure, he's okay

- After their last hug, when they separated he does the self-hugging at the stairs and also kind of a winner-pose. Just like "yes, he's my boyfriend now".

There was sooo much tension between Scorpius and Albus. I freaked out!

Heartbroken reminder that Egwene is 17 when she gets taken by the Seanchan, spends two months in captivity being tortured, used as a weapon and dehumanized. When she gets back to the Tower, she immediately passes a test that's not at all traumatic, nearly gets killed by a Grey Man and is sent on a secret mission to hunt murderers completely unsupervised. During this period of wandering, lacking direction, she naturally gets angrier and erratic, but Nyn and Elayne mostly treat it as childish rebellion against Nyn's authority, with Elayne slapping Egwene because she was mean to Nyn. When the girls eventually get captured because they are not equipped at all to hunt the Black Ajah, Egwene becomes so terrified of being taken again that she keeps on resisting the sisters long past it is sensible, earning a brutal beating from the sisters who throw her back into a cell, beaten to a pulp, with no hope for help this time.

Clearly, Egwene has no PTSD whatsoever.