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inkskinned · 1 year

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she says he won't let her get a dog, which is fine, because they're in an apartment, and that's the kind of thing people say about their partners. he won't let me get a dog. and you're at a dinner party and you tilt your head a little to the side just like that dog he won't let her get, because is this the thing that's going to upset you? you don't know every corner of their relationship, she could be joking, they could have had so many healthy conversations about the dog, right, and maybe she's not letting herself get the dog because of money and time and whatever. but, like, she did say let

and she wants to move away from his hometown and he wants to stay and then he tells you with a wink and a conspiratorial stage whisper don't worry i'll convince her and she laughs about it - so clearly this is something they laugh about. but you do just stand there and stare at him like what the fuck, man. you can't say what you want to say which is why do you get the final say on everything because they're both obviously aware of the other person's stance on this and have obviously had private conversations about it and what are you going to do about it except make a scene and then he'll be mad at you and call you one of those bitches behind your back and she'll cut you off, which is a loss that doesn't feel worth it just because he makes you a little skeeved out every 3rd comment

and they both agree he just isn't the type to get flowers which is fine because everyone shows love differently, and are you really gonna judge someone based on their sense of individual relationship responsibility? maybe he's constantly cleaning her car and writing her poems and making her furniture or something. maybe she doesn't even like flowers and this is perfect, actually. and no you couldn't date him, obviously, ew; but like, she tells you she's happy. you almost send her a tiktok that says don't be 25 and the cool girl that doesn't need anything, you'll hate not getting flowers at 30, but that's like, starting drama & you shouldn't start drama needlessly.

and you're a little older than her but not so much older you can pull the whole trust me on this one babe thing and besides that wouldn't have worked anyway (when does it ever) and besides you have trauma so you and your therapist both agree that you're always looking for a problem even when there isn't one. and you tell yourself that just because you see them for 15 minutes every month does not mean you can identify every single red flag based on a single shitty half-joking(?) comment

and besides, what are you going to do? she says i actually wanted another stand mixer but thankfully he stops me when i'm about to spend too much money and you're standing there like are you okay? is this normal? is this just something people say? and again - what are you going to do?

to your therapist you try to language it - it's not, like, any of my business. but sometimes, doesn't it feel like - you should do something. there's got to be something, right? you've tried dropping little hints but they sail right through and you've tried having a single serious conversation and she got upset because why does it matter to you, yes it's different but we're happy, it doesn't need to make sense to you and you're like. really unwilling to push a boundary about it anymore; because the truth is that you know logically it shouldn't matter to you, as long as both parties are happy.

and besides, you've been wrong before. it's just... like, every time you see them both, something else happens, some kind of shiver down your spine like do you even hear each other when you talk. it's their strange, bickering orbit. just the way he's on his phone through dinner or watching sports instead of helping in the kitchen or, fuck, another one of these little throwaway comments he makes about we'll see about that, babe. she laughs when he calls her passions stupid shit and meanwhile she gets him tickets to see the knicks and he tells you well at least she's smart about something and still! it's none of your business.

you say get the dog anyway and she laughs. like, this is is you being funny. and not you saying - no really. get the dog. get the dog and get out of here. pack up and start running.

#this btw is not including toxic friendships this is legit just something ive experienced MANY times now #writeblr #you ever have a friend in one of those relationships where ur like #u don't HATE their partner explicitly #but ur like. what the fuck y'all #like the weird part of being an adult is that you can't be like . CERTAIN their relationship is toxic #and also if u move too fast or push too hard u can hurt someone who is already in a scary situation so you just are like #frozen there. laughing awkwardly. saying ''haha..... yeah..... couldn't be me....''#and like u can't tell - is this banter or does he actually think like. he's better than her.#all you can do is be there for your friend and hope they wake up to it #or ... that it really IS good #and it's just odd to you #tbh btw id rather have my friends feel safe coming to me if they have a concern about my relationship #like yes it's not ur business but it also IS bc im making u hang out with them and also ur my friend #it's a weird thing to experience as an adult bc it is such a blurry line and when u spend time #around couples that aren't like ACTUALLY ur friends but instead ''extended friend circle'' ur like #.... i don't know y'all well enough and he just called you a cow. and ur okay with that . and i don't know how to respond.#so ur like :) okay. um. go to couple's counselling i think #but also you are NOT supposed to pass judgement so it's like.... this weird limbo of feeling like you SHOULD say something #but knowing you CANNOT #idk that there's a way to resolve it!!!!!!!! it's probably a different approach person to person #edited my tags bc tumblr's new system fucked em up #PS EDIT: btw i should have said:#the pronouns in this can work in any and every direction. every gender and every sexuality and every #type of relationship tbh. even non-romantic relationships where ur like ''what do u mean ur bff calls u stupid''

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oseike · 8 months

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"This person, who not so long ago searched for herbs with me so earnestly....

"It's too sudden. There's so much everyone wants to say, wants to hear.

"If only he could open his eyes one more time..."

If funerals are for the living, what of one's final moments? For whom do they exist? Is it okay to force wakefulness one more time, even if it should cause pain?

EDIT: @keidokusha has translated this to Vietnamese:

Many thanks to them!

#orv #orv spoilers #lee seolhwa #there really isnt much about her written originally or in fanart that I've seen #i would imagine as his state becomes more precarious the usual drugs or methods don't work on him as well #and some substances might not be available anymore #so this is lsh testing out something that might wake him up #she does it at night so no one else is around just in case the result is bad #the party shouldnt see him in danger or in pain #but that also includes lsh too #her own helplessness in the face of kdj's situation must be crushing #to see the party expecting her to save him and not be able to answer those hopes #she's supposed to be the best!!#between her and aileen what problem could they not fix?#and when she fails the party can walk away but she must stay and watch him disintegrate #i feel that would have some hard repercussions on a person #oseiart #vietnamese translation

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amusingmusie · 2 months

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I know it's not going to happen but what do you think a child between Nel & Alastor would be like? Personality wise or appearance

History Repeats Itself

This is goddamn ridiculous.

Heels click against shiny vinyl flooring as Nel tears off down the hallway, speeding past flyers promoting honors ceremonies and painted murals of happy children. Pushing open door after door and stomping hard enough to make her knees shake, she does nothing to hide her rage over such a bullshit situation. Her fingers twitch with the need for a goddamned cigarette, but she doesn’t trust herself to not light this private school aflame with it. Oh no, she’s not chancing that, not when she’d ruin the career she fought to earn and the schooling she pays out the ass for in one fell swoop.

Her warpath only halts when she reaches a thick wooden door simply labeled as Dean’s Office. It’s becoming increasingly familiar as of late. With a barely contained growl, she knocks the door open, steps into the room, and prepares for battle.

“She is evil!”

“That’s a strong word. I prefer the term strong-willed instead.”

“Shut it! You’re a malignant tumor on this school!!!”

“Wow, that was a good one. You’re improving your vocabulary, congratulations!”

“DEVIL!”

“You know, anything you say can be held against you in court, I’d mind your words if I were you.”

“WE ARE NOT IN COURT!!!!!”

Nel watches a teenage girl hiss and spit pure venom with all the rage of a feral creature. Her dark eyes are blazing with unfiltered fury, something Nel herself recognizes all too well. There’s no need to ask what has her raging- oh no, Nel is aware of the issue, she sure fucking knows exactly who is responsible for this mess.

Turning on her heels, Nel stares down the little shit sitting primly in a chair by the flabbergasted dean. Not a curly hair is out of her place on her head, with each chocolate strand pinned neatly back with a stylish bow. Quickly, she gives a small pat to her immaculate bumper bang like she’s brushing away some invisible dust that could possibly disrupt her picture-perfect image.

She’s a doll with smooth caramel skin and large hazel eyes.

She’s adorable with pearly white teeth and freckles dotted across her cheeks.

She’s precious with her long, poofy skirt and long, poofy hair.

She’s perfect.

Except, her mother knows better. Oh, does she ever know better.

“Sweet Christ,” Nel sighs with something that isn’t quite disappointment, but certainly isn’t glee. Nobody has breathed a word of what events called her down to the private school, again, but she’s certain that her spawn is somehow responsible because she is always responsible when chaos occurs. “Evie. What in the hell is going on here?”

“Momma, there you are!” Bouncing out of her seat, Evie skips over to her mother without a care in the world. She doesn’t bat an eye at her classmate glaring daggers at her or the dean blinking in exasperation since she’s too busy sidling up to her revered birth-giver. “Listen, this is all a big, silly mix-up. I’m completely innocent-”

“Lies-!”

“It was Roxxy who dumped the paint on her own bag to frame me-”

“NO, I DID NOT-!”

“Because why would I ever do such a terrible thing?” Looking for backup, she moves her gaze to the dean, who simply nods his head in slight agreement. “I would never jeopardize my perfect record with the threat of a conduct mark, and for what? To upset my good friend Roxxane with a ridiculous prank?”

“We are not friends!” the other teen growls, her skin turning an intense shade of crimson from the wrath boiling in her bones.

“You’re right, we’re best friends! Thank you for reminding me,” Evie chirps, her toothy smile growing wider.

Nel swats away unfortunate flashbacks that threaten to overtake the moment.

“Okay, kid, put a pin in it. Just, God, come on, we’re leaving, now. Go.” Once her daughter departs from the room with a final wave to her so-called friend, Nel stares at the dean. “Stop calling me for this bullshit. I pay this school too goddamn much money to run up here each time there’s an issue with these two- next time, deal with it.”

The door slams shut behind her, and she marches on.

Leather pumps and leather oxfords click together in time down the hallway.

“What on God’s green earth possessed you to do that?” Nel scoffs, not pausing her march to freedom for a moment. It hardly matters since her kid already has at least an inch on her, because of course she does, her legs are more than long enough to keep up with the redhead’s shorter stomps. “Dumping paint on someone’s bag? Shit, did you just forget any home training I gave you?”

“Momma!” Evie gasps in offense, her round eyes going wide. “You don’t believe in my innocence?”

“No.”

“Okay, fair enough.” Just like that, the act drops and she shrugs, clicking her shiny saddle shoes on the floor. “But I didn’t do it for fun. Well, maybe I did, but she also deserved it.”

“You cannot continue to terrorize that girl. This is the third time that there’s been an incident in the past five weeks. Every time you get yourself into a mess, I gotta hightail it up here to drag you home, and that’s time I lose with my clients, and that’s money I lose to spend on you. You think it reflects positively on me when I’m unable to run my firm because I’m wrangling my daughter?”

“I know, but-“

“Genevieve Marie Sheridan-“

“You don’t understand!”

“Then enlighten me.”

“She’s terrible!” Uncharacteristic irritation crosses over Evie’s sharp facial features, contorting them into a disgruntled expression eerily similar to the one worn by the ginger walking next to her. “I’m telling you, I have never met someone so absolutely dull and unpleasant in all my life! Sure, I’ve only been alive for fourteen years, but I’ve had a worldly fourteen years!”

“Oh, really now?”

“Momma, forget the details! What I’m trying to explain to you is that she is awful, so I’m attempting to help her become less awful with some harmless fun.”

A familiar feeling creeps along Nel’s skin. It’s a distant feeling, one she hasn’t felt in nearly fifteen years, but it’s one she can never forget, not ever. It’ll haunt her til the day she dies, and long after that too.

Cold realization begins to dawn on her.

“...What makes this girl so bad?”

“What doesn’t?” the teen snips, rolling her eyes. “She always has to argue with me or oppose me, she can never just listen to anything I say! I don’t understand. Everyone else loves me- as they should, I’m amazing.”

“Mhm.”

“But not her! Never her. She’s been against me since we moved here, what, seven years ago? All because everyone adores me due to my benevolent nature and because she’s an envious ball of rage with no friends.”

“Mhm.”

“And I always think of how repulsive she is, especially at the worst times! Did you know that I dreamed of her nasty little face the other night? She’s a true nightmare at this point. I can’t escape her even in my sleep.”

“I bet.”

“So, in conclusion, she is my number one enemy, and I will destroy her.” Evie raises her upturned nose into the air with a slight huff. “In completely legal ways, of course. Such as kindness. And a few ink bombs too.”

There it is.

Pausing at the front of the school, Nel faces the little turd fully, her initial anger fading. Hell, she can never stay mad at the kid for long; that’s her baby, no matter how tall she grows or how ruthless she becomes.

When Evie returns her mother’s softening gaze with a kind one of her own, Nel swallows down an old sadness that’s taken root inside of her. It’s been there for years, always hovering like a ghost in the background, always lingering no matter how long she ignores it. But, its presence isn’t so heavy with her kid here, even if she wears a dead man’s face and speaks in his same chipper tone.

It would be just like Alastor to have a child so eerily like himself. He could never quit the game; he’d always leave some version of himself behind to plague Nel.

Fitting. He always had to have the last laugh.

“You know, I know a thing or two about having an enemy.”

“Oh, like the DA?”

“No, not that son of a bitch, though he’s worthless,” she grumbles. “No, I had someone else I swore to destroy a long time ago.”

“Well, did you?” she asks, and Nel gives her a strained, tired smile.

“Yes and no. That’s a story for another day. For now, all I’ll tell you is that you need to be careful, and that maybe you should spend some time using that big brain to decide what you really think of this nemesis of yours.”

“Well, I hate her. I don't need to think about that.”

Nel rolls her eyes. “No doubt, but hate can sometimes…ah, fuck it, I’ll save it.” With a shake of her head, she waves away her words. “You’ll figure it out, baby. Now come on, we’re getting the hell out of here. Goddamn ridiculous school.”

“Yes ma’am!” Evie skips along happily next to Nel, contagious cheer radiating off of her. “We need to go anyway. I’d like to be at least down the block before the dye bomb I placed in Roxxy’s locker detonates.”

“...The what?”

There’s a distant pop, and then a muffled scream from deep inside of the school building.

Evie blinks innocently, and then Nel sighs.

History always repeats itself.

#I really hope you like Evie because she's existed in my brain for almost as long as I've been writing Yours Truly #I don't feel like this drabble did her true justice either #she is the little shit of all time #also I couldn't resist making her enemy have an “ox” name whoopsie #she's unfortunately very similar to her father #Nel's genetics got bodied #evil lesbian child #don't argue with her you won't win and you'll wake up without a liver

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beanghostprincess · 5 months

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*elegantly set's a tea set in a beautiful table* no, let's make it about Sanuso, let's talk about Usopp having his hair down and how that affects Sanji.

Especially if they're not dating yet, I need pathetic Sanji pinning do I have so many thoughts about that, like him going out of the kitchen to give the girls their treats and everyone is looking at Usopp who is just drawing by the deck letting the wind blow his hair, Sanji having to go back to the kitchen because he's having a crisis over how beautiful he looked, him realising he might be gay and being in denial for a while.

Usopp letting his hair down more often and Snaji not being able to handle it so he avoids Usopp.

Nami noticing and trying to match them.

You are a person of culture I want to know your views on this

Oh, okay. Let's make it about Sanuso then *sips tea* (very funny because I am actually drinking tea right now 😭)

Usopp starts to let his hair down more often. Pretty much all the time, actually, unless he truly needs to see properly (when he's fighting or working). So whenever they're not doing anything important, he decides to leave the ponytails and bandanas aside to let his hair loose a little. So, on regular days in the Sunny or whenever they're on a calm island, Usopp's hair is undone.

And that's killing Sanji. It's not that he refuses to admit he likes men. Because. Well- Okay, it's a bit hard for him to admit he likes men. But he doesn't like Usopp. It's just that the sniper looks so ethereal and so gorgeous with his hair undone that it's really, really hard not to focus on him. But he doesn't like like him (that's what he calls it. Because Sanji has the mentality of a fifteen-year-old high school girl in a 2000s teenage rom-com). Except that he definitely "like likes" Usopp because he has never felt this way before and it still happens whenever he looks like he always does. It's just that his hair being long and falling over his shoulders like a chocolate fountain makes him feel all over the place. He ends up accepting that, well, he likes Usopp. Somehow. In some way that is not platonic but it isn't love either. Because it can't be love. Because it would make things uncomfortable between them and he can't let himself ruin the friendship they have. They're so close now. Usopp is probably his best friend out of everybody in the crew and the one who understands him the best. The one he trusts the most for his secrets and deep, intimate conversations in the middle of the night. So he's not risking all of that for a simple, silly crush. Because it's just that, a simple silly crush that will go away the second he gets his shit together.

But it doesn't happen, because Usopp keeps walking around looking oh so beautiful, and Sanji doesn't think he can keep doing this.

He tries to be subtle about it, always telling Usopp if it wouldn't be more comfortable to use one of his bandanas or tie his hair. He's always giving him hats and other possibilities that do not include letting his hair undone. But Usopp is always refusing with a gentle smile because he prefers it this way. He says he appreciates Sanji's concern, but it's fine and it isn't bothersome at all. He likes his hair long and free and wild! And Sanji agrees. He likes it too. But he likes it too much to focus on his daily tasks, and every day seems to be getting harder and harder.

It's even worse in the mornings when Usopp hasn't done his hair routine and hasn't showered yet and his hair is all messy and all over his face. It makes Sanji melt instantly, every time he sees him walking through the kitchen door. Usopp never seems to notice Sanji's reaction, but he always blushes uncontrollably and blames still being half-asleep for his stuttering. Besides, the fact that the guy moves around shirtless all the time with his abs and tits out for everybody to see does not help Sanji at all. He needs a break.

Okay, so the easiest and quickest way of dealing with this is obvious: Let's just ignore the shit out of Usopp. Awesome. Super clever behavior. (<- Running away from your problems but your problems your very hot best friend you're in love with and his long, precious hair).

And Nami notices because Nami isn't stupid. She knows something's going on and she knows it's because of Usopp's hair because, again, she isn't blind and she can tell when Sanji is acting dumb. So she tries to set them up by being silly and a little bitch like always.

Sanji is cooking (his demons away. His demons being his very gaygay feelings for Uso-) and he has been ignoring Usopp for a while now. Not ignoring, per se, just not being with him much? And Usopp can tell but he doesn't think much about it because Sanji just gets like that sometimes. He'll go back to being himself. It's fine (it's not). So Sanji doesn't expect Usopp to come into the kitchen now, because he thought he was hanging out with Nami and that's why he guessed it'd be a good time to cook without any risk of Usopp coming in here. Guess who was completely wrong? Anyway- Sanji is a bit nervous at first because he has realized (fucking finally) that his feelings for Usopp are something real and tangible and he can't escape from them unless he ignores them. But he tries to act like a normal person with normal thoughts (he is not).

When Usopp asks him his question, Sanji is a bit confused and all his worries fade away suddenly:

Sanji: Coconut oil? What do you want coconut oil for? Usopp: Nami said it'd be good for my hair. Sanji: For your hair. Usopp: Yes? Thought you'd know about it with how obsessed you are with food- Sanji: Yes, Usopp, I- I know about the properties of coconut oil. But I am not letting you use it. Usopp: What? Why?! Sanji: Because! We don't have that much left and I wanted to make cookies for the girl- Usopp: Aha? Sanji: And you. The crew. Shut up. The point is, even if you could use it once without wasting it completely until the next island, I don't trust you with my ingredients, and- Usopp: Then you do it. Sanji: What? Usopp: Just put it on my hair. It can't be that hard for you. C'mon. Sanji: And does it have to be now? Usopp: Not really, but Nami keeps talking about it every damn second and she's getting on my nerves. If I don't do it now she won't shut up. Sanji: Usopp, I- Can't you see I'm busy? Usopp: You're cooking dinner at 3pm, Sanji. You're not busy. Sanji: I'm not sure if this is- Usopp: Please? Please. I will do anything. Sanji: You know I can't fight you when you say that. It makes me feel guilty. Like kicking a reindeer. Usopp: Nah, you'd kick Chopper if you needed to but you can't say no to my beautiful eyes. Sanji: Do you want your hair oiled or do you prefer ending up bald? Usopp: You won't do that. C'mon! Get on with the coconut oil! Sanji: Right now? Usopp: Please? Sanji: You're insufferable. Usopp: You love me.

And Sanji isn't brave enough to say that yes, he does love him.

So he does whatever Usopp says, and follows him to the bathroom. He kind of feels he's about to have a heart attack right now when he sees Usopp washing his hair first for this. It's too erotic. He can't look. He won't look. But Usopp is talking to him about some stuff he did with Luffy earlier. Fishing? Playing a game? Whatever, Sanji is not listening to him. He's trying so, so hard not to stare at him. The time passes and the cook miraculously does not die. His heartbeat is still going wild, though, especially when Usopp sits in front of him with his damp hair for Sanji to start working. He should've said no. He really should've just said no. But he sits behind him anyway and stares at Usopp's wide back being decorated with his silky, curly strands of hair. It's hypnotizing. Sanji even thinks it's inappropriate to touch Usopp's hair with how precious it is. He feels like he's unworthy of this. But Usopp won't stop telling him to do it already, and Sanji thinks that if he starts now he will finish sooner.

To not make this extremely long: Long story short, Sanji doesn't die. Usopp keeps talking and talking and it actually feels really nice after a minute. Usopp always has this talent for making Sanji comfortable anywhere they're at and at any time. He has missed this, after a long time of ignoring him. And Usopp seems to be enjoying it too, apparently. He keeps saying how good it smells and how hungry it's making him. And Sanji responds with a "mm. Perhaps I let you have a bite of those cookies after all" / "You were going to do it anyway" / "You don't know that" / "Nah, I know". And he hates admitting that Usopp is right.

When they're done, Usopp thanks Sanji, and Sanji wishes, deep inside, that they had to be together longer. Oh. But then Usopp comments something like "Fuck. I need to dry my hair" / "Huh. And the problem? You wanted this in the first place" / "I knoooow. But it's so tiring. It used to be easier when I had shorter hair" / "I could help you" / "What?" / "What?" / "Do you want to dry my hair?" / "What? No. I did not- Not if you don't-" / "No. That'd- That'd be nice. Thank you, Sanji".

That's when he knows he's fucked, because it's the first time that he almost says "I love you" out loud and he has to bite his tongue to not let his heart speak for him.

So basically, Sanji helps Usopp dry his hair. It's intimate. It's sweet. Sanji isn't that nervous after all, because Usopp never shuts up and he realizes his favorite sound is whenever he's speaking. That he actually hates drying his hair because the loud sounds make him unable to hear Usopp properly, but also loves it because Usopp is letting him take care of something as important as his hair. And they're also so, so close... But he doesn't think about it. He won't think about it.

But he inevitably thinks about it when they finish, Usopp's hair a bit all over the place, but extremely beautiful and even shinier than usual. It seems softer, too. Sanji can't help but want to touch it. There's this silence between them but it isn't at all uncomfortable, even if it makes Sanji turn all red and laugh in a way he never thought he could.

Usopp looks at Sanji a bit shyly and says: "Sorry for making you do all of this. I think I've forced you a little, right?" / "What? No! I did it because I wanted to. Although you could've certainly been less intense about the oil thing, but- But it was nice."

But then the sniper shrugs, looking away with a look that clearly tells Sanji he's thinking about something way too hard. "Do you think I should cut my hai-" / "No! ...I mean. Why would you do that? I think it looks great. And you like it. A lot." / "I dunno. It's very high maintenance? I wouldn't want to waste all your ingredients on thi-" / "I don't think it'd be a waste. Not if it's-" / "Mm?" / "It's just- Nothing. I just think it'd be a crime for you to cut it. We can just buy more oils. For your hair, specifically. And if you ever don't feel like taking care of it, I think I did a pretty good job" / "Don't be stupid. You don't want to take care of-" / "Yes, I do. I would, I mean. If you wanted to. It's relaxing. Like cooking but without the eating part" / "Are you thinking about cooking my hair?" / "Kind of looks like a chocolate fountain" / "That's the only thing that comes to your mind when you look at me?"

A loose strand of hair ends on Usopp's face, but he does nothing about it. Sanji acts instinctively, moving it away and placing it behind his ear. "Not the only thing."

And I wish I could say they kiss, but it probably ends there. Sanji realizes what he said and makes up an excuse to run to the kitchen while he leaves Usopp all confused, blushing, and like a complete mess on the bathroom floor.

When the sniper gets out of there, Nami winks at him and says "Your hair looks softer, huh? Did the extra hands help too, besides the coconut oil?" And he doesn't know if to yell at her or thank her.

#me and my three ways of writing dialogue on a same tumblr post bc i couldn't decide what the fuck i wanted to do #look i wake up early tomorrow and i needed to write this quickly i hope you like this rushed thing 😭😭#also anon i love you but now i want to write and i don't have the time aghhhh #this is such a great idea love you for the undone hair thing it makes me go insane #sanji is so real because i would literally die #nami is a little bitch and i love her #one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #sanuso #cat burglar nami

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belphegor1982 · 3 months

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One of these days I'm going to take the "Percy (mistakenly) low-key always thinks he's the only adult in the room" trope to its logical (ish) conclusion and throw the guy a Liam's Quest-shaped curveball. Like, the younger they are the older (ie. teenager) they become and vice versa. Congrats, my guy, all your teammates are kids/teens, you officially are the only adult in the room - now what? You get insights about each other, that's what

...but maybe not at 1:25 AM. Bed's calling.

#critical role #vox machina #sometimes I write #tempted to write it for #the legend of vox machina #more than the stream canon #vex and vax just escaped from syngorn are half feral with mistrust and don't even have trinket yet #keyleth is an adorably awkward gangly teen dealing with her looming aramenté #grog is leaner and his voice is squeaky but still he's grog and will protect his little buddy at All Costs #pike a tiny black-haired force of chaos and kindness and will protect her new big brother at All Costs #(what else is new :D)#scanlan is even tinier than pike. also confused and polite and concerned that his mom will worry if he's gone too long #every day when they wake up they're a bit older and they wonder if they're dreaming their weird group #meanwhile percy hovers between Done™ curious and half out of his mind trying to find a solution to bring everyone back to their normal age #idk I hope I manage to do something with this at some point #vax'ildan #vex'ahlia #keyleth #grog strongjaw #pike trickfoot #percival de rolo #scanlan shorthalt

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kindahoping4forever · 3 months

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Hello friends! Just a quick kh4f programming note: I'll be out of commission for most of, if not all of today, as I'm having a minor medical procedure done. (Outpatient, everything's fine, dw! 🫶🏻) So if anything notable happens (fully expecting Ash to announce ai2 the second I'm sedated 😌) and I'm MIA... that's why lol. Try not to have too much fun without me! 😘💙

#i overslept the day Superbloom was announced so it would only be right for Ashton to announce his next album while I'm anesthetized 😂#i almost hope he does that'd be so perfect lmao #what other chaos might happen #if he randomly goes live - someone record it for me #if he randomly announces a concert and tickets go on sale in 5 minutes - someone buy me a ticket #if he finally reveals the back tattoo i've been begging for for the past 5 years -#someone call my doctor and ask her to put me under for longer bc I'm not ready for that #do u like how this entire scenario only involves Ashton content #if one of his friends posts something that'll be a fun treat for me to wake up to 😌#but if it's Luke being slutty someone warn me bc I might want to stay on hospital property to consume that in my weakened state #fr tho i'm fine don't worry i'm just having some testing done no big deal #well a big deal to me bc i have ✨trauma✨ from this particular test when i had it done in the past 😜#but we're being Brave and doing it anyways ✌🏻#and then if i feel better later i can come online afterwards and say anything i want and blame it on the dr*gs so really it's all a win 🤡#ok that's enough silliness love u ttyl 💙💙#personal

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sylvies-kablooie · 5 months

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tbh, i think the whole thought process behind how sylvie is written is that she is not attached to loki and her happiness doesn't at all depend on him in any way.

was their connection deep? did he impact her? "shatter" her world even? yes. this is why she is so angry at him. bc in her mind, he had betrayed her.

but he doesn't take up much more space in her mind. she goes on to live her life just fine without him at the end of both seasons.

loki is a different story, he is obsessed with her to the point of doing something completely "out of character" and being ready to sacrifice everything for her.

i personally love how "unequal" their relationship is in this way, but i understand that it's not the majority of shippers' cup of tea kind of dynamic.

this is an interesting interpretation! i enjoy getting to hear people's differing takes on their dynamic, so this was a fun read. and hey if unrequited is your trope then all the more power to you. you're braver than me, that's for sure.

i haven't rewatched s2 (and tbh idk if i ever will- it just didn't do it for me the way i wanted it to) but the consensus that "loki fell first and harder" def seems supported by s1 and enhanced by s2. which i think made it all the more shocking when she kisses him first. i love that little detail.

i have a different take, which is informed by episode 5- particularly the bar scene contrasted with the record shop scene. she tells him to go and live his life and move on, then immediately goes to a record shop, tells the man at the counter she had a bad day, and then cries to the velvet underground (it looked like crying, also possible she was just laying there and basking it all in, which is just as compelling in my opinion).

to me that read as someone who is trying so hard to place their feelings in a convenient little box and ignore them and then running away when it doesn't work.

sylvie doesn't strike me as someone who can sit still, especially not after living through a million apocalypses and trying to ensure her survival. and while getting a job in oklahoma might not be the same frantic pace she's used to, i do think she threw herself into it (employee of the month placard i'm looking at you!) so she has a new life, a new job, time to do things like go to the bar and get a haircut and listen to music and do everything possible to just. not. process. the annoying feelings that the citadel situation brings up. just keep moving! just don't think about it! and so when loki rolls up at her work, she tries to push him away, tell him he's the last thing she wants to deal with, get him to leave. the tone in the bar scene felt like that to me as well. like she's saying just leave me so i can stop thinking about this.

of course, loki does not want to leave her- it's just that for some reason he is physically incapable of talking about anything but the TVA, who ruined her life and she justifiably wants nothing to do with hearing about how great they actually are. he is pretty skilled at killing the mood. (i take great pleasure in rewrite fics that make a show of addressing this)

am i blinded by shipping goggles and my own projection onto her? it's possible! but to me it read as someone in denial. when we hear sylvie talk about her love life on the train in s1 (a scene i LOVE because it seems so out of left field for her) we get a very clear sense she has no idea what she is doing when it comes to romance (and then flat out says so during the blanket scene). her experience with romance hasn't been anything real, to the point where i hesitate to even use the term "romance"- just centuries of numbing herself by staying busy with a fling. she is like a shark that will just collapse if she stops moving. which we get to see her do in the record store!

that's just how i read it though! your read on it is just as valid and i like hearing all of the different takes. i am by no means trying to persuade you to join my pining sylvie agenda, just using this blog as a means of idea exchange. which i love doing. seriously it's so fun.

#i was really happy to wake up to this in my inbox so thank u anon :) u made my day!!!!#i do think she had a hope that he would come back for her and then she cringed at experiencing that and shoved it down further #shoutout to that person on twitter that made the post contrasting her telling loki to move on in the bar #with her breaking down in the record shop and said “her ass did NOT mean that”#because i have had it saved in my screenshots since November and i laugh every time #i agree. her ass did not in fact mean that.#or maybe if she did it's a manner of “please leave so that i don't have to think about this anymore”#i got the sense in the bar scene that she was asking him to choose her and he didn't. and miscommunication i hate u.#anyway let me know what you think!#this was pretty hastily typed up so i might change things later. maybe not. we shall see i guess.#loki series #sylki #pro sylki #sylvie #sylvie laufeydottir #juni answers #juni analysis

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softquietsteadylove · 6 months

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Baby olympia stole my hearth, their little family is soo cute 🥹, if it's okay with you love, could you do one where Thena is doing something with baby olympia like feeding her or dressing her (in a super cute outfit 'cause thena is a fashion icon) and Gil is watching them, falling more in love with his girls, feeling grateful that he came back to Thena and that their little her was born. Just Gil being soft for his girls. 🩷

Gil keeps an eye on them - his girls - in the corner of the room.

Thena calls it 'feeding', which it is in some ways. She sits in the rocking chair Phastos constructed for them, and she holds Olympia, and both of them enter a dreamlike state as Cosmic Energy slowly leaves Thena and is absorbed by their little supernova.

Their little miracle--Gil still can't believe it.

He can't even believe that he's alive, for starters. His last memory is of him on his back on the amazon forest floor, looking up at Thena (much to her dismay). But he remembers she was smiling until the moment he closed his eyes.

Next thing he knows, he's alive again, Sersi has saved the world, there's a Celestial sticking out of the ocean and he and Thena have catching up to do. And then Thena is pregnant.

No one saw it coming, of course. No one could have. They all thought of Ajak often during the process of it all, but they were on their own for it. Thank all the stars in the sky for Sersi, and Phastos. All their siblings, of course.

Druig and Sprite are most wary of the baby, no matter how they love her. Sprite excels at entertaining young Olympia, if nothing else. She does seem amused by Druig, as if his constantly reading her young mind has established a somewhat two-way connection.

Kingo says he doesn't like that, because he should be her favourite. He and Phastos argue on that often. But, although Makkari bouncing and jogging her (gently!) around the Domo is fun for them both, Sersi is of course Thena's chosen second mother for their child.

And there could be no better, he agrees. Sersi has always been the most human, and the most connected to the ways of the heart. She's sweet, and warm, and has an awareness of the soul that none of the rest of them possess.

Gil admits this freely; he has only one soul to which his is linked.

It's strange to think that his wife has now lived part of her life without him, and yet to him he has spent not even a day without her. But he can see how she's worn out by what she's endured. He wishes he could take it on for her; it's not fair.

Gil walks into their shared room. It's still just his personal quarters in the Domo--far from luxurious. Phastos did do them the kindness of engineering an expansion, just into the next room, but the extra space was still appreciated.

There is also a small crib for Olympia, mere steps away from the bed.

He chuckles, looking at the little mobile above it. It's a simple thing, but Thena did whittle and paint it herself. There are dinosaurs and pegasi and also regular birds. A whole history's worth of creatures.

They all guessed he would be the one who would be unable to bear being away from Olympia. And they are right, but it's Thena who has the most acute anxiety about it.

Only by his and Sersi's convincing did she allow them to install the crib at all. If it were up to Thena, she would be holding their child in her arms until the day she was Sprite's height.

Gil kneels down in front of his beautiful girls. Olympia is sleeping soundly, absorbing little dewdrops of Cosmic Energy from her mother like a meadow receives the rain. Sersi reasons that human children often need extra vitamins and nutrients besides in just their food; perhaps this is the same.

He brushes his fingers over his daughter's tiny head; she really does look like a tiny Thena, although he thinks her hair is getting a little darker just at the roots. He kisses her little forehead. She scrunches her face. "I'm sorry, my little sunburst."

"You're here."

He smiles up at his wife, her enchanting green eyes affixed to him. She looks even more stunning since bringing Olympia into the world. "I'm here."

It's become a kind of greeting for them. Thena will voice those words as if one day he won't affirm them. But he has no right to worry about that when it's very possible that she has experienced that in some form or another.

He leans up, capturing her lips against his tenderly.

Thena sighs as they part, her head tilting lazily as she relaxes that last little bit. Her eyes shine at him, "she's strong."

The connection between Warrior Eternal and her progeny is one that brings tears to his eyes. He moves the back of his knuckle against his daughter's cheek, "I know. Look who her mother is."

Thena lets him kiss her cheek with reverence. "To say nothing of her father. Two of the galaxy's deadliest--she will be a force to be reckoned with."

"She," Gilgamesh pats the soft of his palm against Olympia's head, "will never have to know battle, so long as we live."

"Yes," Thena sighs, letting herself believe his reassurance. She inhales, adjusting her arms, "here."

It's a simple thing, but it moves him that she trusts him so completely with their daughter. Of course she does, he is her father. But he knows Thena--knows the way she twitches and flinches and watches. She is made to be vigilant, after all, and even with their own family, she is always keenly aware of their daughter's whereabouts.

But with him, she hands her over. Thena has no question about his ability to prioritise and protect their child.

He makes room as she stands from the chair. She wobbles faintly and he moves so she can lean into his side. "Easy."

He isn't entirely sure what takes place during the 'feedings'. Because he also makes her regular old milk and feeds that to her. But Phastos and Druig alike cannot fathom what takes place between mother and child and their connection of energy.

Thena nuzzles her face into his shoulder.

"You're tired," he chuckles, holding their daughter in one arm and his wife in the other. "Nap with me."

Thena mumbles faintly. And while he doesn't hear it, he knows it's because she wants them to have Olympia in the bed in between them, instead of in the crib.

"We talked about this," he reminds her as he oh-so gently lays Olympia down on the little cot within the high walls. "You trust Sersi."

"Of course I trust Sersi," she grumbles, as if she is not grinding her teeth in her head to distract from her separation anxiety.

"She needs to learn to sleep on her own," he says gently, pulling Thena with him to the bed. "You can't hold her forever, sweetheart."

"We live forever."

He chuckles, careful not to be too loud with his little sunflower in the room. But he tucks some of Thena's hair away from her face and kisses the corner of her amazing lips. "As will she. And that's a long time for her to sleep in her own bedroom."

He can practically hear his wife's feelings about their infant daughter sleeping in a completely separate room. He presses his nose to the sculpted hollow of her cheek. "I will want you all to myself again someday, you know."

That makes her smile. She laughs faintly as he kisses her cheek and pulls them to lie down together. She settles into his chest, his arms wrapped around her, their daughter's tiny breaths reaching their inhuman ears. "You have your priorities I see."

"I do," he answers honestly, rubbing Thena's back and burying his nose in the hair at the top of her head. "It's my two girls, always. My new little star and the sun of my galaxy."

"Hm," Thena allows him to relish the contact with her. "I shall pretend that's sweet, instead of you being eager to bed me again."

"I can be a sweet and loving father, and also your husband, y'know."

#Thenamesh Olympia AU #I wasn't sure to continue this one to be honest #baby fics aren't my specialty #but I do hope you like it my dear #I don't get asks like I used to so I really will do my best to fulfill those I do get #and I think it's sweet that people liked baby Olympia!#Gil is a very loving father #but I absolutely believe that he is the rational parent #Sersi tells him Olympia needs to learn to self soothe and he's like okay it'll be tough #he doesn't like to hear his baby girl crying!#but Thena he has to all but lock in a closet #Thena says my baby is crying and you would stand in my way???#it's a good way to get thrown #luckily Olympia is pretty good #she's not fussy or cranky and she does sleep #once Kingo and Phastos are arguing and they wake her up and she fusses a little #Thena arrives practically through the wall #like what are you doing?#meanwhile Gil is fine #until you insinuate she has a favourite uncle #then he is like no absolutely not she loves me and only me idiots

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nebulouscoffee · 7 months

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Me, attending the latest in a ridiculous number of funerals this year in the place of a childhood friend who couldn't be there, watching the lifeless body of an old lady who used to make me snacks in the kitchen when I was a kid be carted away forever while my friend's mother cries and tells me she's grateful I could be there because it felt like having the support of her own daughter, hugging her and talking reassuringly and not processing a single one of these emotions: ... I am going to write soooo much fanfiction about this

#''this'' being collective grief. because tbvh it's the main reason I haven't written very much this year (but will slowly start to)#I write to remind myself I am lucky. I keep telling myself this but even now when I feel awful I am so lucky #I am lucky that none of these funerals have involved very close family members or friends of mine #and I am lucky to be living in conditions with the space to write and space to grieve #and space to come together to mourn with dignity while people not that far away from me are not receiving the same privilege rn #I am lucky my dad was with me today and I spent the evening chatting with him on the terrace I am lucky he is alive I am lucky I am lucky #(apologies if this sounds like a robot malfunctioning lmao writing is just how I process things)#(and apparently I just don't seem to feel like I have the right to feel bad about any of this anywhere except my st@r trek blog hehe)#anyway. To stay on theme I shall say something about Trills :D #I imagine loss and grief must register very differently to them. very Non Linearly in the literal sense but also a highly abstract one #even I feel this massive sense of time warp between all these funerals; and this chest-crushing distance between me and my friends #how do Trills even exist #how do they wake up every day remembering all those friends and children and parents who loved them and they loved and are gone now #and still function #how does Ezri feel walking around with memories of parents that aren't hers (but were soooo much better than hers) taking care of her #does she feel comforted by them? does it feel like the people in those memories were always comforting HER specifically?#does it even matter who it belonged to originally if a memory is HERS now?#does Ezri mourn for any parents of past hosts more than she knows she will mourn for her own mother one day?#does having all this lived experience bring her reassuring amounts of perspective for a 20-something or just overwhelm her all the more?#idk; but I hope she learns to take comfort in her past hosts' memories of family eventually...#(...again. I am going to write sooooo much fan fiction about this lmao)#cw death

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daz4i · 9 months

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psychiatrist: do you really think you have treatment resistant depression?

me looking at her with my 13 years of suicide ideation, over 10 types of medications tried, and 6 years of trying multiple types of therapy:

#yeah i think so #she's doing her best i think she just wanted to make sure I'm serious abt my request #anyway. she upped my dosage for now and sent an email to someone who can check where i might be able to get ketamine therapy #so ig we'll see how that goes.#guys i will not lie . i am doing very bad i do NOT want to wake up tomorrow i mostly want to off myself 🫡#but ig this is why I'm looking into another type of treatment huh (therapy was the wrong word there but I'm too lazy to retype the tags)#i don't have a lot of hope tho. bc currently it seems my only option is the one that has a lesser success rate 😐#I'm too fat for the better one 😩 yay #sorry for the pessimism and negativity i am unfortunately not feeling well. as usual. w/e I'll find a distraction or smth 😐#vent #negative //#suicide mention //#ask to tag

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bat-the-misfit · 1 year

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i just got a very angry ask of someone who thought i was posting about them to make them angry

darling the only people i complain about on my tumblr are my family bc they DON'T HAVE tumblrs and therefore WILL NOT SEE MY POSTS

#do you think i'm a 13 y.o girl on facebook posting about how angry she is about her friend without saying her name but it's obvious?#come on i'm not stupid #if the shoe fits that's your problem that means you know you said smth wrong to me #idgaf about you girl it's been years i don't talk to you screw what you're doing of your pathetic life #what would i gain by posting about you????? NOTHING. I'D ONLY LOSE MY TIME WITH SMTH STUPID.#why would i lose my time with that??? now when i post about my shitty family i get relieved and that's beneficial to me #wake up girl the world doesn't spin around you #not everyone is living thinking about you 24/7 #and i thought i was paranoid #anyway she's blocked 👍#man it's been years since i was her friend idgaf about her #come on i thought someone sent me a mbti blog rec i was so hopeful like yaaaay sm1 saw my post and they'll help me #but no lol #tio morcego tá azedo

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larrylimericks · 2 years

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26Aug22

O, things have gone south in a hurry! Perhaps, Harry, it’s time to worry; Misfires and ‘Miss Flo’, Feminism for show ... You roll ’round with pigs, you get dirty.

#larry #harry #harry styles #stunts #holivia #don't worry darling #dwd #a bit belated on this one but had to get it out of my system #the link in the last line goes to olivia's video plea to shia #i truly hope this is karma coming for olivia #and not some really fucked up layered promo (as nothing drives promo like drama)#shia seems to have kicked off his redemption tour #following the variety article on olivia #in which the writer implies shia was fired #now he's bringing receipts in the form of video emails and texts #that demonstrate that wasn't the case #the narrative of the content is olivia tried very hard to convince him to stay on #she indirectly chides florence with the 'wake-up call for miss flo' comment #i have no doubt she was having two-faced convos with flo as well trying to placate her #olivia has built her hollywood persona on female empowerment #which she continues to undermine at every turn #to be clear no one is Team Shia here #he's part of the pig pen #amazing how quiet the holivia camp's been #no pap sightings or fan sightings or concert appearances #just her jump-scare mug on my tv and devices hawking snake oil #i would give anything to know the behind-the-scenes pivots happening right now #i hope harry's team is smart enough to distance him as much as possible #august 26 #2022

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potatoesandsunshine · 5 months

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thought about alistair again. taking psychic damage.

#'he hates being king' that's what makes it GOOD FOR THE STORY #he's a WARDEN. his job is to stop the blight through ANY MEANS. and that INCLUDES taking the throne.#sometimes i just imagine how he wakes up every day and hates what his life is and it makes me crazy sorry everyone #like is my surana doing GOOD? no. but at least she's not alistair.#the HoF mention in da2 was wild like does this mean it only took them nine years to bury the hatchet?#so there's that little sliver of hope. if he can stand to be in the same room as her they've made leagues of progress #the alistair arc that she takes is like. he's fine i guess. wham ostagar. this is my brother i will do anything for him. wham landsmeet.#this is my brother whom i have betrayed. wham archdemon. he can't look at me but I don't regret this. wham amaranthine.#i am leaving ferelden because genuinely what the hell. wham nine years. teagan says she's returning to the capital. alistair is pleased.

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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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Read through your work and I must say I love it! I do have a request. How about Gil having a panic attack? As much I know there isn’t one story like this. You can choose wich AU or make an entirely new one!

Gil looked around them wildly. Where was Thena?

Tenochtitlan was burning. It was smouldering to the ground around them, and he couldn't see Thena. They'd had to split up as the city crumbled, the Thinkers and the Fighters dividing their attentions.

Gil had gone with Kingo and Ikaris to fight off the remaining Deviants waiting for them in the jungle. Makkari and Thena had stuck to the city routes, clearing out any Deviants within the walls as the most inconspicuous of the Fighters.

"That's the last of them," Phastos noted with a grim finality to it. He closed his palm, sealing away this chapter - a final one, in many ways - of their lives together.

Everyone was on edge with the impending reality of the situation: there was no more reason to stick together.

Their mission was fulfilled; the use for their team was at an end, technically. They would, from now on, be waiting to be called back to Olympia.

"We all here?" Kingo asked as soon as he entered the clearing a small ways away from the remains of their city. Ikaris floated down a second later, immediately finding his wife's side.

"Waitin' on Kari," Druig announced, leaning off his tree, "and T."

"I'm sure they're on their way," Sersi said softly, and Gil knew it was for his sake. He paced along the forest floor, waiting for any sign of her. A glimpse of her hair, the shine of her chainmail--anything.

"What if something went wrong?" Gil asked aloud before he could stop himself. But his chest felt tight. He couldn't breathe. "What if-"

"The Deviants are dead, there are no more energy signatures," Phastos added to Sersi's assurance with his own cold hard facts to back it up.

"Gil," Druig said more gently as he dragged his feet to stand just behind him. "They're fine."

"But," Gil bit down on his lip and squeezed his fists. He still hadn't stopped pacing, and his steps were getting heavy as his Cosmic Energy built up within him.

"Easy, Gil," Ikaris advised, watching the glow under his feet start to impact the ground.

That was easy for him to say; his wife was already in his arms again. Gil huffed, "I'm going back for her."

"Gilgamesh," Ajak interjected, finally seeing the need to act. "You know Thena; she's more than capable of protecting herself, and Makkari too."

"Then why isn't she back?" Gil asked more harshly this time, his voice fraying with the stress. Just getting out the words sucked all the air from his lungs. His chest heaved. "What if the humans got to her?"

"Gil," Kingo also attempted to soothe him.

Gil shook his head, golden light snaking around his body as he tried to get himself under control. His vision blurred as he looked around more frantically, "if it's humans, she won't fight back--she won't hurt them. What if they captured her? What if they took her hostage or something?"

"Gilgamesh," Ajak held out her hands, but the ringing in his head only agitated him further.

"What if she's hurt," Gil continued, his breathing now coming in desperate gasps. He stopped pacing, his shoulders bouncing as he desperately looked around for his Thena. "What if-what if-"

"Sprite, do something," Sersi grasped the small Eternal's shoulder.

"What, so he can discover it's an illusion and freak out even more?" she responded to Sersi's pleas. But Sprite cared about Gil just like the rest of their little makeshift family, and it was clear that she wanted to help him just like the rest of them.

"Druig," Phastos looked at the psychic, uncharacteristically pleading for the use of his powers.

"Easy, Gil," Druig attempted to soothe him, letting his eyes come alight. But it wasn't so easy to get into the mind of an Eternal. "His mind's a fuckin' hurricane. No way I'm gettin' in 'ere."

"Thena," Gil gasped, although he had meant to shout it in hopes she would come. Even as an Eternal, his lungs started to burn and his head felt light. Cold sweat collected on his brow and his hands shook, "Thena!"

Ikaris pulled Sersi back to him as Gil's fists started glowing. They all took at least one to five steps away from the Strongest Eternal. "Gil, get a hold of yourself."

Thena. Where was Thena? Where was she? His Thena. His beautiful Thena, with her soft voice and her smile and her eyes like the sea and her hair brighter than the sun and her gentle sweetness and-

"I'm here."

Gil spun around, already dizzy, and fell right into her. Under any other circumstance he would be pulling himself up already. But he buried his face against her neck, inhaling the scent of her hair.

"I'm right here," Thena whispered, holding the back of his head and running her fingers through his hair. She had just arrived, but as if she had sensed his distress from a distance, she was already attuning herself to his needs.

"Thank the stars," Sersi let out a breath, wilting against Ikaris' side.

Druig nodded his head as Makkari came over to him, leaving the two souls to their entanglement. Everything okay?

Thena heard him on our way, Makkari smiled, looking over at them as Thena lowered them to the ground, letting Gil completely curl around her for his own comfort. She could hear how hard he was breathing. She was worried.

He got freaked out that you weren't back yet, Druig signed to the Speedster, who nodded. You know how he is.

With Thena, everyone knew how he was. Gil was lighthearted and jovial, oftentimes the life of the party. But when it came to the Warrior Eternal--when it came to his partner, he was devoted entirely to her. They were like the air in each other's lungs, never apart for long, never not thinking of the other.

"I was worried," Gil finally uttered with his lips pressed against the hollow of her cheek.

"I know," Thena whispered from within the protective embrace of him. "I'm here now."

"Yes, so can we get moving, or...?" Phastos asked, sweeping his hands towards the depths of the jungle.

"You go ahead," Thena said gently, still letting Gil weigh her down like an anchor. Her hands were buried in his hair and rubbing gentle circles on his back. "We'll catch up."

"We should stick together," Ikaris muttered, although he was decidedly not watching the sickening display of affection unfolding in front of them.

"I'll track you," Thena volunteered readily. She readjusted as Gil moved from encircling her in his arms to sliding them around her waist and resting his head on her shoulder. She accepted the change in position smoothly, resting her cheek against the top of his hand and rubbing his massive arm with her comparatively tiny hand.

"You heard her," Phastos once again eagerly attempted to leave them to their snuggling.

"We can't just leave them," Kingo argued, although he was already walking beside Phastos into the depths of the jungle.

"You wanna stay and watch?"

"I'd rather Arishem crush me in his bare hands."

"That's what I thought."

The rest of the team slowly started the walk away from the city remains and its conflicts. They had a very long road ahead of them. Makkari turned, walking backward a few paces as she caught Thena's eye. You two okay?

We'll be fine, Thena promised with a smile, signing with only one hand as she continued to hold Gil with the other. Although he quickly captured that one for himself and threaded their fingers together.

"Let's leave the lovebirds alone," Druig chuckled, looping his arm around Makkari's shoulder as the team/family walked into the night.

"You're not leaving me again," Gil mumbled into the neckline of Thena's dress.

Thena smiled, pressing her lips to his forehead, "I'm never leaving you again at all."

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