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softquietsteadylove · 2 years
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Hello hello, could you please write something with ballet dancer/Thena and boxer/Gil pretty please?.
Gil had caught glimpses of her once or twice: the Swan, he called her (in the privacy of his own thoughts). She was long and lithe, elegant and graceful, pale and a little dangerous looking.
She taught the dance class in the studio space across the hall from him. He knew she taught because he'd seen her at the head of the room, keeping a deadly eye on them as they did their jumps and turns and shit that made his ankles hurt just by watching.
He'd caught her eyes once, and immediately ran straight into his own door in his distraction. He made an effort not to run into her for a while after that.
But she still taught across from him, seemingly everyday. Every day that he was there teaching his boxing classes, that was to say. The building was closed sundays anyway.
"See ya, Gil!"
"Night, guys!" he waved as the last of his pupils headed out. He groaned, untaping his knuckles and stretching out his back. He loved his job--he loved teaching, and he loved being his own boss especially. But he could still be glad it was saturday night.
He locked up, trying to build up some nerve. It was silly, really. He didn't even know the woman. But still, he felt nervous - in a giddy kind of way - whenever he thought of potentially seeing her again. Even if it was just through the glass walls of her studio.
She was still in there, despite everyone else being gone for the night. She actually seemed to be practising by herself. She was good, too--all smooth motions, long, thin arms and fingers waving through the air like feathers on wings.
"Shit!" Gil swore, seeing her suddenly drop out of view. He panicked, dropping his bag from his shoulder and pushing her door open. "Are you okay?!"
She was just fine. It was a move--or something. She turned to look at him from her spot on the floor, very strategically folded over herself. She raised an eyebrow at him.
Gil felt himself go red from the neck up. "Uh, s-sorry, I thought--I didn't-"
The Swan untangled herself and walked over to him, her music still playing in the background. Her long skirt swayed with the movement of her hips, like the branches of a willow in the breeze. "Falls are part of the choreography, from time to time."
"Right," Gil muttered, feeling nothing short of mortified. He looked out the door again, running a hand through his hair. "Sorry I interrupted-"
"It was sweet."
They'd spoken at the same moment, their words folding over each other. He blinked at her, suddenly paying more attention to brushing off the skirt over her white leotard. "It...it was?"
She lifted her head and gave him a faint smile, although it was still one hell of a smile when she was so pretty. "I do appreciate your concern."
"Well," Gil stuttered. He didn't want to admit that he'd had some creepy pseudo-crush on her from afar. That would be a great way to make her demand to change studio spaces, for sure.
"You're Gilgamesh?"
He looked at her, jaw open. She knew his name?
She cleared her throat. "The sign."
What?
"For your space?" she smiled again, clearly trying to suppress it in some way. It was probably something dancers had to do when they were being serious or whatever. But there was no way to hide that amazing a smile--no way. "It says 'Gilgamesh's boxing' on it?"
The studio plate. Of course. Gil twitched; why had he not looked at her studio plate?
"Mine just says Eternal Ballet Troupe 729," she was kind enough to tell him. "I head the classes for new recruits, though. I'm Thena."
"Wow." Why did he say that out loud? He knew he was still blushing, but that name on this woman... "I never get to see much, since our classes are always around the same time. But what I have seen--you're really good!"
The Swan tipped her head with an indulgent smile. She smoothed out her skirt again. "Thank you."
He couldn't be sure if it was the harsh studio lighting or if she was blushing a little. He wanted to know. He wanted to talk to her more. "Just Gil is fine, though. I teach classes monday-wednesday-friday, and of course tonight."
"My schedule is the same," she answered much more primly, but still smiling. "I've been curious about what a class of yours is like. I've spoken with Makkari before and she says you're a wonderful teacher."
"Ah," Gil laughed through his embarrassment, rubbing his sweaty palms together. "She's a great student. I guess I don't know enough about dancing--or ballet, really."
Thena accepted it in stride. "It is a rather specialised field. It takes a lifetime of dedication to get anywhere in it."
"I can only imagine," Gil nodded. He raised an eyebrow, "do you just teach the classes or do you do shows and stuff?"
"Sometimes I'll be called upon for a solo in an a show," she nodded. "I am a seasoned company member. Although..."
Gil raised his brows.
Thena's smile became almost mischievous, "I don't excel at partner work."
Something about the way she said it was almost flirtatious; Gil's hair stood on end. "That's, uh, pretty important, huh?"
"Hm," she nodded. "Much of ballet involves lifting, and I...am not always the most receptive to it."
Gil snorted in the middle of laughing. He was almost embarrassed by it, but Thena seemed charmed by the laughter. Maybe it was hard to have a good laugh when everyone around you was so serious. "I've never been lifted - I doubt it's possible - but it's probably not that fun."
"I suppose not." She laughed. It was just a little one, but it filled the room more than the tinny bluetooth speaker did.
He loved it. "Well, I guess if you, uh, need a lift-"
Thena's eyes caught the light, sparkling at him, "are you offering to dance with me?"
"No, I meant if you need a drive."
Thena let out full, complete, unhindered laugh. Her smile burst, exposing pearly teeth. Her head lulled back, and a stray wisp of hair escaped her tight bun.
He was in love with her. Goddammit.
She calmed eventually, touching the pads of her fingers to the corners of her eyes to mind her makeup. "Are all boxers funny?"
"Are all ballerinas cute?"
Well, no going back now. Thena's smile shifted to something almost shy again, her hand raising to tuck back hair that was still pulled back already. "So...a lift?"
Gil's chest swelled, "dancing or driving?"
Thena drifted back into the studio just a step, her hands clasped behind her, "which do you have time for?"
He had all the time in the world for her. He walked in after her, completely forgetting his gym bag out in the hall, and his eagerness to get off his feet. "You're the one offering to teach me how to dance, how much time do you got?"
Thena reached out, positioning him herself. He caught a glimpse of one more smile, "all the time in the world."
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bumblingbabooshka · 2 years
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Tuvok & T’Pel listening to their son’s wise words...he’s got a lot to say. A beautiful (as always) commission done by @spocksjuul!!
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sapphosboy · 7 months
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no cause Ashley Johnson literally made eye contact with me at the SD Comic Con panel. I got so excited I did a little wiggle and she thought it was so cute and she got all excited back and did a little wiggle too. It was the greatest moment of my life. I peaked 
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fiddlededeejester · 1 year
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if i had a nickel for every show i really liked where incest was kinda canon with the excuse that "technically they're not biologically related" & the fandom either ignored it/headcannoned it away or made relentless jokes about it i would have two nickels. which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.
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a collection of pics i've taken from the most recent archon quest
[warning: mild spoilers ahead!!] no major plot points or anything like that, just wanted to give a warning ^^
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synth-spinner · 1 year
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ACTUALLY what do u guys think may be the end credits scene for ATSV... which character do u think they may tease... i have a few ideas but I would love spider zero.. she would look so scrungly in the ATSV artstyle and they'll definitely redesign her in an awesome way.. I can see it so clearly :3
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theloveinc · 1 year
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actually before i start my day, the leaks did make me think about like. The typical Dabi we know having the smiliest daughter in the world. Doesn’t even know how to handle how happy and sweet she is, though it ends up healing some part of him to realize that she’s like that because he/you did a good job parenting.
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Hhjksksjksosisosjska! The absolute mental image thank you powers that be.
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This was way more fun than I was expecting.
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gothoevsky · 5 months
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i wish that all people who compliment goth girls (in a non creepy way) go to heaven no matter what 🙏
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rise-my-angel · 1 year
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Oh man rewatching the Ygritte stuff is so gross after re reading the books. Like the framing here is so awful, Benioff and Weiss do not care about elaborating on how Jon feels. I think the natural actors chemistry is doing a lot of this ships heavy lifting, because if you look at it soley through Jons lense, its a lot more obvious that Kit isn't really playing this like a romance. It feels more like this character specifically is being played like the book, that Jon has tricked himself into believing he loves her because otherwise he has to admit to himself that Ygritte aggressively manipulated him into this. And Jon isn't in a place he wants to admit he was a victim of a womans emotional and sexual abuse. Kudos to Kit here, because hes putting in a hell of a lot of work into playing Jon in a way that is following Book Jon even though the directors clearly refuse to film or frame it that way.
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A Thenamesh Gladiator AU!
there are a few kingdoms. And every kingdom has 3 strong gladiators. And I think once a week or once a month there is this big competition between the kingdoms. And the winner gets a big price. So Thena is a princess in her Kingdom and Gil is one of her Gladiators. And she has a crush on him.
One day the Kingdom of Eros challenges Thenas, if he wins the competition she will marry him. If she wins she can choose who she wants to marry.
"Fetch my mother, tell her he has awakened."
"Yes, my Lady."
Gilgamesh groaned as he did his best to pull himself up on the cot provided to him. All he remembered was the last fight dragging on for far too long. The opposing gladiators were freakishly strong this year. Even he was having trouble with them. Gil startled, "d-did I lose?!"
"No," she soothed, kneeling down on a pillow next to his cot. She raised up a bowl, tilting his head to offer him water. "You won."
He let out a sigh, the relief reaching so deep it was in his bones. He was a champion of plenty of tournaments before this one, but losing this time especially was not acceptable.
"But I want you to forfeit."
Now he did shoot up in bed, although his bones and wounds screamed at him for it. He doubled over, holding his bruised ribs. His hand met bandaging, which still had some traces of blood on them.
"You see?"
Oh, did he. It seemed whenever they were together, all he could see was her: Thena.
"You were lucky to emerge alive after your last fight," she frowned at him, sitting back on her knees on the pillow (which she must have moved to his bedside herself). "If mother were not the master healer she is, I'm sure you would be in the same state as your opponent."
Gil had no sympathy for his opponent--not for the gladiators chosen by the visiting prince, nor Eros himself. He was the very reason Gilgamesh had to fight harder than ever before. "Princess-"
"Gilgamesh, I am quite serious," she persisted, pinning him under her glare, as green as the Adriatic Sea. "You are in no state to fight Kro."
Kro was quickly becoming a name in this tournament as Prince Eros' champion. He was also becoming known for his cruelty in battle.
"I'll get some sleep and I'll be fine."
"You could sleep for a month and not be ready to fight that monster," Thena argued, setting down her ceramic of water rather roughly.
Gil raised his brow at her, "I didn't realise you lacked faith in me, my Lady."
"Gil," she cut him off, and his given name was effective in silencing him. Her hands fisted in the fine, draping white fabric of her dress. "That man is a creature not of man's make. He...he will kill you. And he will make me watch."
"Hey, hey," Gil shook his head, rushing to comfort the shaken princess. He had seen her worry about him before, but he had never seen her so genuinely frightful. "That won't happen. I won't let it."
Thena lifted her head, looking at him with those eyes again. "And are you so omniscient? That you could control a man without honour or even a human heart in his chest?"
Gil sighed. His poetic princess was right, he couldn't guarantee that the fight tomorrow would go his way. He was not only exhausted and injured, but he was emotionally invested. And any expert on battle would say that it was a weakness for him to bear, not a strength.
"Please," Thena whispered, looking down at her trembling hands. She squeezed her eyes shut, a tear falling onto her robes. "I don't want you to get hurt, Gil. I-I couldn't bear it if you were..."
It was a funny conflict of feelings, feeling overjoyed that she would care so much as to weep over him, but not wanting to see her weep at all. He reached out, tipping her chin up to look at him. "Do you remember when we first met?"
She smiled, blinking away tears a princess couldn't afford to shed. "You were walking into the Colosseum. Plenty of gladiators had looked up at us before, but you smiled, and then you waved. I suppose I found it too tempting to resist waving back."
Gil smiled as well. He did treasure that memory; the first instance in which he had seen the Thena behind the crown. And he liked what he saw. "No, I mean the next time--when we met properly."
It had been after his first fight. He was arguably the strongest of the new gladiators in training, but initiation was also to fight a lion. He had not exactly come out unscathed.
But he had also refused to kill the lion. It was cruel and barbaric he stated proudly. It wasn't that poor creature's fault that it had been captured, now forced to fight off strange men for its meals.
Thena had been the one to declare the end of that practice. She had ordered the lion's release, as well as the tending of Gilgamesh's wounds. It was then that he had first spoken to her. He was being tended to a cot much like the one he was lying on now.
The glowing princess had knelt down, as close to him as the bars separating them would allow. She was royalty, and to be so close to a lowly trainee would be beneath her, after all. But he had watched her raise two fingers, hooking them over one of the gate bars tenderly.
"Are you hurt?"
Every time hearing her voice was like hearing it that first time; he never tired of it.
"Nah," he had chuckled, taking on such a casual tone with the princess that the medics tending to him had gasped in horror. "Not so bad."
But she had smiled.
Thena looked up at him now, a long way from that first night she knelt by his side in the bowels of the Colosseum. "I asked what I might do to help your healing."
"And I said?" he raised a brow at her, still relishing the feeling of her skin against his thumb.
Thena dropped her eyes, offering exasperation with her reluctant smile. It was faint, but it was true. "My smile was help enough."
"See?" he chuckled, letting his fingers pull away from her oh-so reluctantly. Maybe he could keep the feeling of touching her in his mind as motivation. "I'll be better before you know it."
She shook her head at him, her golden locks tousling beautifully around her shoulders. "Mother will not let you go back into battle because of a smile."
"And I'm not going to let that ingrate marry you."
Thena sighed, as if she could have somehow forgotten about the outlandish circumstances of this year's prize. Her hands folded on her lap again. "I suppose I have no desire to fulfill that agreement either."
"So it's decided," Gilgamesh said with absolute certainty, regardless of the pain in his side or the burn of his hands from gripping his sword. "I'll fight tomorrow. And I'll win."
Thena stared down between them, neither agreeing nor having another argument in her against it.
"I'll win, Thena," he insisted, reaching down to take one of her hands in his. The golden bangles around her delicate wrists clinked in contrast to the leather guards that sat around his. "I promise you. You'll be no one's prize."
She managed another smile, giving his hand the faintest squeeze in return. "Are you saying I am no prize?"
Gil inhaled. He knew that she was offering a joke to lighten his mood in return. But he couldn't resist; he raised her hand to his lips. "No, you are not the prize. The prize is getting to live, just so I can see that smile another day."
The princess stared at him, silent after a little poetry of his own. "Gil-"
"Gilgamesh," the queen greeted as she walked in, although she blinked when her daughter rushed to stand so quickly she swayed to gain her balance. Ajak tilted her head, "Thena."
"Mother," Thena greeted her, sounding breathless as if she had run here as well. Her hand toyed with her luxurious golden hair. "I was--we were awaiting your arrival."
"Right," Ajak muttered, going to the gladiator's side to check his wounds. There was already a pillow at his bedside (how convenient).
Thena watched quietly, her hands perched on the edge of the cot.
Ajak kept quiet as Gilgamesh's fingers snuck ever so subtly over to just barely brush against Thena's. She could choose to ask them about it, if she so desired. She was the queen, after all. And she had witnessed her daughter's fondness for this warrior in particular before.
But hopefully the fight tomorrow would go well. And she would have to be silent no longer about Thena's obvious love for the Champion Gladiator.
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hal-o-ween · 2 years
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Regularly scheduled reminder that I love humans, we are so wonderful and full of kindness and good
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noxtivagus · 2 years
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ffxv ost is still one of my favs mwah mwah 🤍
#🌙.rambles#[ final fantasy. ]#very special to me too#oh my god listening to cerberus rn n it just makes me smile >.> & moonlit melodies has always been especially important to me w the#noctis & luna themes in it T_T the piano n violin's like. they're playing together yk?#off-topic rq but apollo just showed me a short vid w nagisa enstars w an ibara plush or smth n he made it wave.... so cute 😭#moonlit melodies for me is like on a similar level w night in the brume & voice of no return & yonah piano & not alone & dearly beloved &#tifa's theme & the promise & cyrus the scholar & waltz for the moon & suteki da ne & melodies of life & theme of love & price of freedom#WAIT I'M LOOKING THROUGH OSTS RN N FUCK. FUCK I JUST REALIZED INTERGRADE IS ON SPOTIFY? I'M#I'M SMILING SO MUCH THIS IS SO NOSTALGIC SOB (but. trying to calm down it's 1 am)#^ those osts i mentioned up there tho have been like incredibly important to me for vv long! comfort songs! just some tho bcs there's a lot#games that mean a lot to me like anything final fantasy & drakenier & kingdom hearts#i love listening to music so much i really can't emphasize it enough.#ffxiii for one i rmb. i still remember a bit from way back when i played it on our (now broken) ps3#n then in ffxv i'd love to listen to ffxiii in the regalia or in dungeons! lightning's theme made me less scared of the dark back then 💀#oh dear don't forget ffviii with eyes on me :< i remember when i listened to all the songs in ffviii#one thought from then. two years back. i remember noticing how i liked a lot in ffviii#the top ff i wna play honestly. bcs. squall & rinoa n the themes in-game. time. & i think rinoa's gna really be special to me#gna steal her away from squall >:c /lh#oh don't forget ffx i know the ending but i still get emotional. i rlly shld continue playing it#i rmb this year when i started over i got emotional in the start. tidus n yuna rlly were love at first sight but i think they did it well#i am taking a trip down the memory lane hang on i love final fantasy so much T_T ffvi! ffiv! ffiv! some of my other favs#don't get me started on ffix oh my god 😭 & the others ones i didn't mention r still very important to me too#uematsu's such a legend goddamn i appreciate how yk the opera in ffvi really is. an opera. it follows stuff n all#i love how the. waltz osts sound so much. there's smth about the beat/tempo n its elegance that i really really love#eulmore!!!! thinking abt ffxiv i love eulmore's vibe n ost so much. fucking top tier.#oh dear my mind won't shut up abt final fantasy there's rlly sm i can & want to write. i love the series sm. music & stories in general 🥹#& gives me so much inspo n motivation in general it fills me w so much life n hope n i feel so at peace n like myself rn c:#i want to write grrr. imagine wtvr. thinking of it n ff rlly did influence me so much w the themes n vibes n aesthetic n everything 🥹
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osaemu · 7 months
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GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ YES, I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND, AND YES, SHE'S REAL! ❜❜
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.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: what happens when your gamer boyfriend brings you on-screen for the first time?
contents: fem!reader. use of she/her pronouns + reader is referred to as gojo's girlfriend. toji slander bcs he deserves it.
author's note: everyone welcome streamer!gojo to the world! he'll be here for a while...
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"oh, please," satoru laughs, leaning back and grinning at the screen in front of him. he tosses his hair, but it falls back into his eyes just seconds later. "no way you guys all thought i would lose that one. c'mon, have some faith in me!"
you watch satoru reply to the hundreds of comments lighting up the side of his monitor, smiling endearingly at the way he laughs at some and practically chortles at others.
it was only after the two of you started dating that satoru disclosed his streaming hobby, and to your surprise, he was pretty popular. thousands of people tuned in to watch him play some game or another every night, and well, it paid better than you'd expect.
satoru whistles, hands resting comfortably behind his head as a particular question catches his attention. "ah, do i have a girlfriend?" he muses, grinning as he shoots a quick side-glance at you. "yeah," he continues, snorting when what looks like a flurry of no fucking way's flood the chat.
he clicks his tongue disappointedly, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "what, did all eight thousand of you think i couldn't pull? thanks a lot," satoru deadpans, waving his hand and sighing dramatically. "i don't know what any of you mean. i'm a catch!"
you snicker at that, and your laughter only increases when satoru turns and gapes at you. he juts his bottom lip out, face sinking into an adorable pout at he crosses his arms. "even my own girlfriend's laughing at me," he mumbles petulantly. "hmph!"
satoru sticks his tongue out at you childishly, and you blow a kiss back. he pretends to faint before turning back to his monitor, quickly skimming the comments before he gasps. "what do you mean, she probably doesn't exist?!" he sputters, clutching his heart exaggeratedly.
the look on his face is priceless — imagine getting told by thousands of people that one, they think you can't pull, and two, that they don't even believe your significant other exists. naturally, satoru reacts as dramatically as ever. he pretends to ignore everyone in the comments before calling them out individually.
"oh, i see you, toji... fishy-guru," satoru gripes, wagging his finger at his screen. "my girlfriend exists and she's mine! don't even think about it." he pauses, squinting at the chat before correcting himself with an eyeroll. "fushiguro. whatever. either way, she's real and she's all mine."
satoru swivels his chair to face you, making an incredulous face as he gestures to the screen. "can you believe this?" he grumbles, ocean-blue eyes focused on you. "these guys don't think you're real."
you shrug, toying with the corner of his sheets as you smile back at satoru. he's so childish, but that's just one of the many things you adore about him. sure, he's an annoying brat, but at least he's a total sweetheart too.
your boyfriend extends his hand, beckoning you to come over to him. "c'mon, darling," he cooes, scrunching up his nose at you. "wanna help me prove these losers wrong?" satoru mouths please, and the puppy eyes he gives you are cute enough to convince you.
so you hop off his bed, running a hand through your hair as you stroll over to where he sits in front of his monitor. beaming like a kid on his birthday, satoru takes your hand and twines his fingers with yours.
smiling smugly, satoru pulls you on screen and into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. you watch the chat erupt with she's real's and how did he pull a girl like her's and smile, flicking satoru's forehead affectionately.
he ignores the thousands of dumbstruck users in his comments and holds you close to his chest, adjusting his grip on your waist to make his lap as comfortable as possible for you. satoru's adoring eyes are fixed on you, only you, even as his chat explodes.
suguru-geto: haha i already knew
toji-fushiguro: how the fuck did a loser like him pull her?
yuuji-itadori: gojo has a girlfriend??? what did i miss??
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