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hailsatanacab · 1 year

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@the-ghost-trader - ooooh, i love this! it has the potential to be so incredibly sad, too, like poor Damian just trying to carve out something normal for himself only for it blow up in his face

BUT, shockingly, i'm not about the angst today! not yet anyway 😇

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“So, how was your day?”

Despite his answering groan, Damian likes this. This. This whole… thing he has with Danielle. With Ellie.

And, yeah, he’s not exactly told any of the others yet, but can you blame him? For wanting to keep something, anything, to himself. Wanting to keep this small little slice of goodness he’s managed to carve out, untouched and unmarred by his family, by their other lives, by the rogues, the vigilantes, the assassins, everyone.

“That bad, huh?”

Being with Ellie is freeing. That’s the best way to describe it.

She knows. Damian surprised even himself when he told her—not about the others, mind, but he supposes it’s not hard to put two and two together and Dani has always been smarter than most—but it’s the best decision he’s ever made, and no matter what the niggling little voice in the back of his head says (the one that sounds suspiciously like Father), he can’t bring himself to regret it.

He won’t. Because having Ellie know gives him freedom.

She’s a safe place, a hand to hold, a warm, welcoming presence when things inevitably turn ugly. It’s the freedom to just be normal when everything else in his life spirals into stranger and more stressful missions.

“Richard is being insufferable again. I do not understand his incessant need to know everything about my life.”

“Oh? What’s he done now?”

“I was subjected to an hour long interrogation about my love life, like it’s any of his business. It’s infuriating!”

“Ugh, tell me about it. I get the same thing from Jazz, constantly. It can be suffocating.” Ellie says as she curls herself tighter into his side. “But it’s just how they show they care.”

“Yes, well, sometimes I wish he wouldn’t—”

“Hey!” Ellie pushes herself up to glare at him, punctuating her shout with a soft whack to his arm for good measure. “What have I said about using that word?”

“Yes, yes,” he placates with a roll of his eyes, “‘Be careful what you wish for.’ I apologise, it won't happen again.”

“Damn straight it won't.”

She maintains eye contact with him for a second longer before tucking herself back into his side, squirming around with a long, contented hum that Damian can feel rumble through him. He smiles and doesn’t complain even when he has to shift to give her more room after a particularly strong elbow jabs him in the ribs. It means leaving the warm patch on the couch, but he’s rewarded with another long, happy moan as she settles and Damian can’t bring himself to mind.

Ellie constantly makes noises. Little mews and hums and laughs and songs known only to her. It reminds him of a cat, sometimes. He likes it. It calms him down; it means she’s happy, so he's happy.

They settle back into the cushions and Damian lets the subject drop, not wanting to spoil the moment. Outside, the wind changes direction and from where he’s laying he can watch as the snow starts to come down thick and heavy. Hopefully it’ll mean a quiet night's patrol.

“Is that why you haven’t introduced me yet?”

“What?” He can't help it, he stiffens at the thought of losing his secret, of the scrutiny he'll be inviting if he lets anyone know.

“Are you worried I’ll embarrass you?”

Damian’s eyes snap down quick to reassure her, only to see her light, teasing grin. He lets out a breath of relief. It figures she wouldn't worry about that.

“Of course not, don’t be absurd. You could never embarrass me.”

“I don’t know,” she muses, her voice taking on a dangerous lilt, “that sounds like a challenge.”

“Believe me, having been subjected to Father’s Brucie persona at every gala I’ve been to, it would take a lot to embarrass me.”

“Alright, bet. I’ll get you, just you wait.”

“You’ve already got me.”

She flicks him on the nose. “You’re such a sap.”

He hums his agreement, enjoying the tinkling sound of her laughter. And then, before he can think otherwise, he asks, “Is that why you haven’t introduced me?”

“That’s different,” she scowls. “You know how hard it is to get there, there’s no signal, and Danny only gets a break like—oh, Ancients!”

Damian gets another elbow to the ribs as she bolts upright, a manic grin on her face that has him laughing.

“What is it?”

“It’s the holidays! It’s nearly Truce Day! You know I said I had a family thing around Christmas?”

“Yes?”

“Well, do you want to come to it? I can introduce you then! I mean, it’s going to be a bit formal and you’ll have to meet everyone, not just family. There’s going to be some banquets, you’ll have to sit through some long speeches and you have to be on your best behaviour at all times, okay? Absolutely no fighting, it’s called Truce Day for a reason!”

“What?”

“Yeah, it’ll be perfect! I think Jazz is going in a couple days earlier to help with the preparations, so I’ll get her to let Danny know—and fair warning, he will try to give you the shovel talk, but this is great! It’s Truce Day, so he can’t actually do anything about it!”

“I’m sorry, but you're going to have to explain a bit.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s a bit much—but that’s family, right? Danny can get pretty protective over me, which is why going on Truce Day is the best time to do it! He can’t even command the Fright Knight to stab you! It’s genius!”

“Ellie, what?”

“Like, yeah, sure, he’s the king, but even he has to obey the rules of Truce Day—and then once you’ve spent all day with him, he’ll see that you’re a fantastic, wonderful, kind, brilliant, smart, strong, capable person and he’ll get over himself and everything will be good!"

Damian collapses down onto the couch, the wind knocked out of him. This is… He had not expected anything like this at all. For all that Ellie talked about her family, she had never mentioned this.

“Did you… did you say your brother is a king?”

“Yeah! High King Phantom, have I…” The manic grin slips off her face as she turns round and notices Damian. “Have I not mentioned that before?”

“No. No, you have not.”

“Ah. Sorry. Probably should clarify that I’m also a princess.”

“Right. Yes, that follows.”

“And I’m not really his sister, I’m his clone.”

“What?”

Damian blinks and tries to say more, but he has no idea what he’s meant to do with… any of this information.

Normal. He thought she was meant to be his normal. Nothing could have prepared him for this.

Not that it changed anything, of course, of that he was certain. It’s just… a lot to take in. Overwhelming. But it's okay! He takes a deep breath, and another, and a sense of calm washes over him. Ellie makes one of her little hums as she cocks her head to the side to consider him and he can't help but relax at the normalcy of the sound. It'll be okay, he's dealt with stranger and he can deal with this.

“I’ve, uh… I’ve told you that we’re half ghosts, though, right?”

“What?”

#dpxdc #danny phantom batman #danny phantom crossover #damian wayne/dani phantom #do they have a ship name? probably but idk it sorry #this was fun!! damian is strong and smart and capable and he won't let this stop him!#sure it's a shock but what does that matter when he has the love of his life by his side!!#he can get through this! at least his girlfriend's brother/original/...father? can't get his knight to stab him #that's a point in truce day's favour - even if damian is regretting asking to be introduced #in ellie's defence she thought he knew! he's slightly liminal himself she just assumed he could pick it up! ... he could not.#when they actually get there damian loves it - he fits right in with all the ghosts #there's a little adjustment period where he is VERY prickly with everyone but he gets the hang of it very quickly #all the ghosts are very impressed with his willingness to throw down and he has to be reminded by a very stern ellie that it's TRUCE DAY #stop fighting!!#ah i really enjoyed this thank you for the prompt! i hope you enjoy it too!!#as always it came out a lot longer than i intended - i don't know why i even bothered with the whole 'five sentences'#it was obvious i wasn't going to stick to it smh #anyway i hope you liked it!!#(also but sorry i prefer to call her ellie sorry i know i'm in the minority here haha)#my writing #(shit how is it four in the morning eep)#cab writes

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collieii · 11 months

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i really like how trimax constantly emphasizes that vash's kindness is a choice, a deliberate and powerful one. it contrasts him so well to knives, who's so disdainful towards humanity as a whole. but vash actually interacts with people and is involved in society. and, by extension, he's been hurt by it so many times. but despite this he chooses love everytime and defends humanity.

meanwhile, knives has never participated, always seems to watch people from a distance. still, he makes claims about the cruelty of humanity, and he uses the idea of human cruelty to justify his actions, despite the fact that he's likely never directly been victim to it the same way vash and the other plants have. not to understate the whole tesla situation, but he assumes that he has the authority to decide the fate of humanity, even though out of every plant he's probably not the one who's in the position to make that sort of decision. (and frankly, it's not a decision any single individual should be making)

so this moment is so poignant, though vash might not be directly talking about himself we know it applies to him, we know how much violence he's suffered. it's written on his skin (his shirtlessness in that scene is very pointed). and we know that knives hasn't really experienced that. and knives is ultimately very self absorbed, he assumes he knows what's best for the plants and what they want, so he uses them to achieve his goals without consulting them. unlike vash, who as we see in the finale, has made efforts to communicate with the plants (communication and connection is such a big thing with vash!) he's familiar with them, and they him, and that's one of the reasons they seem more willing to follow vash's path than knives.

the difference between vash and knives is that vash sees everyone as an individual with inherent value. knives is unwilling to do this and he turns groups into monoliths, refuses to see individuals or nuance.

one of the big ideas of trigun is that conflict occurs because people don't see those around them as individuals. so what really saves the day isn't guns or firepower, but understanding between people. vash helps facilitate this understanding between humans and plants because they're all familiar with him, he's put a lot of effort into getting to know everyone! and with everyone he meets he embodies the idea of love and peace, helps them believe that cooperation is possible.

#vash the stampede #millions knives #trigun maximum #happy birthday boys even though it isn't even your birthday in my time zone #i will unleash this post from my drafts in your honor #when vash says this is where the true battle is like get him girl this IS the true battle #it was never about being stronger vash doesn't care abt that...he cares abt people.... and that helps him overcome knives n save everyone..#or smth. idk it's been a while since i've read the finale bc it gives me heartburn (feelings)#trigun #.lieii #trimax spoilers #sorry if im just saying really obvious things i'm scared to get too into it bc im like.#not sure i fully understand the mechanics of what happens in the finale #it's like vash jumps in -> plants and knives split -> plants lands on earth -> telepathy with humans ->omg you guys know vash too? ->profit #is that right #idk man shit is confusing #trigun meta #.lieii txt

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landinrris · 3 months

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Okay Lando posting that photo to his stories with the two hearts. It’s sold me.

What is the essential fic recs for L&M???

I appreciate that three minutes after I said they were gonna gatekeep the photos, Martin (and Lando by proxy) said "Bet."

Anyway, the two hearts are wild. He really said, "Look at me with my ass out."

In any case, welcome to the club! We (I) are very not normal here. Unfortunately, from what's been posted on the ao3 tag, it's a bit sparse. I'll put some links below the cut though ❤️

First and foremost, I'm going to humbly submit my own few works into evidence:

"Untitled Drabble" - (Not on Ao3) A small drabble about how Lando decided to post the photo of Martin in the cave. "Go Anywhere With You" - A prompt compilation full of short drabbles based in "real life." "Anatomy of a Heartache" - A "getting together" fic centered around Lando and Max going to Tomorrowland post-Spa last year and Lando going back to Martin's house the following day. "Through This Purple Haze" - A look at Martin and Lando's relationship throughout the last year and a half and how they've grown closer.

Other general ones that are present in the tag though that I would also recommend (in no particular order):

"Aurora Borealis" - legolasass - A look at Martin falling in love with Lando. "Just One Word That's All It Takes" - @f1-birb - Lando and Martin on New Year's Eve in Bali. "Untitled Cave Drabble" - @f1-birb - (Not on Ao3) A narrative walk-through/breakdown of the cave photo and Lando's thoughts "Chasing the Sun" - @alphatinies - Lando pining for Martin over the months and coming to grips with his feelings before everything eventually works out. "Untitled Winter Drabble" - @elementalmoments - (Not on Ao3) Martin and Lando go to Finland over and over again

#the tag is so tiny so if you feel like writing something I'm sure no one will object #i'm stuck writing them in a ''canon'' sense right now too for obvious reasons so it's all very grounded in the timeline as it's happened #norrix #fic rec #writing tag #ask

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fumbles-mcstupid · 3 months

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BUT HONESTLY

the narrative significance

of two pairs of people:

who both, having once had a close, trusting relationship:

becoming, at some point (past or present), divided:

with one having saved others and risked their life only to sway precariously from a height:

while the other watches and believes them to be dead:

only to learn they are alive:

and warmly reconcile their differences:

one is a clear romantic pairing and the other is...?

also a romantic pairing, that’s what

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gingergari · 4 months

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winter fun is not forever 💔

companion/sequel post to this

#gari draws #gari’s ocs #oc: mela #smb #nintendo #super mario #super mario bros #mario #princess peach #fankid #mareach fankid #mela will never live this down. sorry girl #while peach can’t heal illnesses she can relieve symptoms such as aches and pains so when this sort of thing happens she’s right on it #also i haven’t drawn peach with her daughters yet so here’s one!#i wanted to include peach in full so bad #but i had already spend enough time this black history month drawing white people so i just saved what I could #arm mother...#I'm not sure if I've depicted peach with this minor headcanon here but mela has her eyebrows :^) (and hair color ish but that's obvious)#fun fact: in between the first post and this one it has snowed twice in February :D and there's still some patches from the last bit

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softquietsteadylove · 1 month

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Me again! Could I maybe request a follow up to the lawyer/Thena raising her sisters au? The first one was so good and I'd love to see what happens when Gil comes over to make the lasagna. Thank you :)

"Hey!"

Gil looked up from chopping, just barely catching two heads ducking down behind the back of the couch again to resume pretending to watch tv. He chuckled, glancing briefly to his right, "it's okay, I don't mind."

Thena shook her head though, focusing back on cutting parsley with needlessly forceful chops. "They're only lingering so they can ask you invasive questions, despite me debriefing them earlier."

It was funny that she called it 'debriefing' them. But she had warned him that she didn't have much in the way of friends, so don't be concerned by the endless questions of being her boyfriend, or at least liking her, if not being accused of having a long standing affair with her. That, he had blushed at.

He shrugged though, laughing to himself as he caught the odd eye glancing his way again. "They're kids, I don't blame them for being curious. I did kind of come over uninvited."

"Trust me, it's never gone well when I've attempted to tackle our mother's recipes before," Thena muttered, looking at the hand written notes lovingly propped open on a book stand for their reference. She looked down and pointed with the knife, "like this?"

Gil smiled; the parsley looked like it had been murdered and sawed. He nodded, "looks great. Honestly, even finer--the smaller the better when it goes in the ricotta."

Thena accepted the instruction, resuming hacking at it.

Gil winced for the poor cutting board. "May I?"

Thena just watched as he reached over gently. He moved one hand to the back of the blade and adjusted the wrist of her other, demonstrating the rocking motion of a cleaner cut. "Oh."

"It'll be easier on your hand," he suggested lightly, leaving his ears and the cutting board's longevity aside.

Thena eyed him and the mirepoix he was stirring in the pot with sizzling meat already in it. She continued his work, slower and clumsier, but following his demonstration. "Thanks--this is what I was talking about."

He shrugged, though, adding the garlic and tomato paste to the loudly sizzling pot. "Hey, you wouldn't know this stuff unless it was taught to you. I just happened to be in the kitchen with my grandma a lot as a kid."

Thena stared down at her parsley, looking more and more fine by the moment. "Mother knew I was terrible in the kitchen. Father would remind me ceaselessly that a wife who couldn't cook was like a car with no wheels."

Gil frowned, "that's a pretty messed up thing to say. And to your own daughter?"

She gave him a half a smile and a raise of her sharp eyebrow, "you can tell why Mother's keepsakes are all over the house, while I didn't even keep the car that was in Father's name."

He gave her a little laugh at her joke, no matter how dark. "I guess I don't blame you for that. Moms hold the family together most of the time anyway, right?--taste."

Thena blinked at the speed with which he transitioned from one subject back to their dinner. But she accepted the bite of carrot, blowing before popping it into her mouth. "Hm, still crunchy, but it tastes good."

"Adding the tomato paste and frying it a little first helps get that tinny, acidic taste out, and sweetens it." He reached for the wine, adding a healthy glug or two before reaching for the canned tomatoes. He nodded his head, "want a glass?"

Her eyes darted to the living room.

She was a dutiful guardian, mother or not. Gil smiled, though, nudging the bottle, "one glass won't hurt, right? We're not going anywhere for the rest of the night, and they're fine."

Thena eyed the bottle before sighing, "there are some glasses on the top shelf next to the fridge, I think."

She thought, as in she wasn't sure. But Gil wiped his hands off on the towel he had thrown over his shoulder and moved to the fridge. There were indeed wine glasses still in there, upside down and everything. He pulled two out, admiring the light feel and crystalline shine of them.

"Hey," he whispered, pouring them each a modest glass of a mere few ounces each. He clinked them lightly too, although the quality of the glass still made them ting loudly. "To the first lasagne of many, right?"

That made her smile, and his own smile brightened. Whether it was lasagne or anything else from their mother's hand written recipes, he was happy to help with it. She picked up her glass and gave him a gentle smile over the rim of it. "To the inaugural lasagne."

Her lips looked even more full against the rim of a glass, and when she pulled away he realised for the first time that she wore just a little lip colour when they were in the office.

He averted his eyes from the faint pink on the rim of her glass, looking into his own swirl of red wine. Moving back to the pot he smelled the bubbling mixture. "Usually I'd say to let it simmer for a while, but about fifteen minutes should be fine so we can get things in the oven."

Thena nodded after another sip of her own. "Is the parsley cut enough?"

It was now practically a fine paste it was so chopped. The cutting board was stained green, which of course meant a lot of its flavour was stuck in the wood grain as opposed to still in the leaves. But he grinned, "looks great."

Thena rolled her eyes.

"Hey, really," he laughed, reaching around her for the bowl of ricotta to mix the greens into. "And you said you were terrible at this."

She sighed again, letting her eyes drift back to the couch and to the tv playing some kind of reality show. "Just ask them about the first time I tried baking cookies for them. I'm forbidden from contributing to bake sales. I think they nearly called the CDC on me."

Gil laughed from his belly at that. The heads on the couch turned to watch them again but he was busy looking at Thena, who was laughing faintly at her own joke. Or maybe she was laughing because he was. Either way, she had a cute laugh. "Come on, it couldn't be that bad."

She shook her head though, "poor Sersi had to take over for me to get even one pan of edible merchandise. I had to write a note excusing my poor performance."

Gil caught two pairs of eyes fully spying on them, getting caught be damned. But he slid against the edge of the counter to lean closer. "I mean, I would think they could give you a bit of a break, all things considered."

Thena's expression turned gloomy again, staring into her wine. "I think they do. But everything they send home for them to do feels herculean after a long week, or a big case, or soccer, or-"

The oven beeped loudly at them, announcing its preheating.

Thena gave him a light smile again as she retrieved the casserole dish they had selected. "Ready?"

"I'd say so," he replied gently. He picked up a ladle, first putting in some sauce on the bottom. "This helps to steam the noodles and prevent burning on the bottom layer."

"Hm," Thena mused as she watched him layer the first set of lasagne sheets in. "I thought it was a meaningless old tradition. I never imagined there was a reason for it."

Gil looked back at the recipe, "it's one of those things that you only know if you know. I'm sure your mom never thought of adding in stuff like this."

"No, I suppose not."

He gulped, wondering if he should have brought it up at all. But Thena's smile, although wistful, wasn't really sad. He pointed, "it's your time to shine."

She laughed faintly, scooping out the mixture of ricotta and her pulverised parsley. "I'm lucky I have your expertise."

He blushed. She could have asked him for anything, after he had found out what kind of day she'd had when she texted. He would have fished the moon out of the sky if she asked.

She flicked the spoon for the last glob before he layered on more sauce. "I may have to call on you again the next time we open the book."

He grinned down at the noodles as he laid them. Thena's hands were long but slim, her fingers so delicate and pretty. His sleeves were rolled up for cooking, as were hers. She looked half his size, standing next to him. "Any time, you name it."

"Careful Gil," she murmured, and it almost sounded like she was teasing him playfully. "If this turns out well, they'll be demanding you cook for them all the time."

He was pretty sure he would agree to that, whether by the girls' demand or their sister's. "The defense rests, your honour."

Thena rolled her eyes again at his corny lawyer joke, but she was still smiling at least.

"Okay," he breathed as he ladled on the last layer of sauce. "Get some cheese on this and I believe we'll have a beautiful lasagne in about an hour."

"About an hour?" she asked firmly as she sprinkled on the cheese mixture from the bag. "Don't underestimate my ability to ruin an hour's worth of hard work in the last ten minutes."

"Okay, okay," he chuckled. Thena was adamant in everything she did, from her casework in court, to her determination that she was a blackhole of culinary ability. "Set a timer for 40 minutes, then we'll check it, and I like to broil it for the last five or so, just to get that leopard spotting on the cheese."

"Yes, Chef," she purred (definitely teasing him).

He buried his nose in his wine glass again. He was just about empty, but Thena definitely didn't drink regularly with two teenagers at home, and he didn't come over to get buzzed anyway.

"Here," she said gently, reaching for the glass with the bottle already in hand. He had a polite decline on his tongue when she pulled his hand with hers, topping him up. "I owe you far more than dinner and some wine, but I guess it's a start."

"You don't owe me anything Thena," he frowned even as she poured herself a little more too. He leaned forward again, "really."

She just looked at him, and she was back to being completely unreadable. He dreaded to think what it was like to go up against her in court; not only was her beauty intimidating, but that stare was cold enough to chill his wine to the touch.

"Are you done flirting?!"

Gil tugged at his shirt collar, only to remember that he had already taken off his tie and undone the first two buttons so he wouldn't sweat in the food.

Thena glared at her sister, "I beg your pardon?"

The head of auburn hair ducked down like a startled dog, but didn't retreat entirely. "When's dinner gonna be ready?"

"In an hour," Thena snapped again, but it wasn't her sharp tone that had the girl trembling. If anything, her sharpness seemed familiar and comforting to her sisters.

"Can I have a diet coke?"

"No."

"Come on!" Sprite whined at her, "you're having a fun drink!"

Gil slid his eyes over to his colleague. The evidence was right there, even if he was the one at fault for it.

Thena let out a loud sigh, matching the dramatic energy of her sister(s). "Fine, you can each have one. But if it's gone before dinner, that's it, it's water for the rest of the night."

"Fine," Sprite moaned as she slid off the couch to retrieve them.

Thena glared at her.

"She means thank you," Sersi offered much more sweetly and docilely, even if it was just to appease their sister's glaring. She crept behind her younger sister, holding onto her shoulders the whole way to the fridge. Her eyes darted between them, "it, um, smells nice."

Gil smiled; they were nice kids. Thena had done a great job with them, clearly. "Thanks, I hope I got everything right."

"You can't do worse than her, dude, trust me," Sprite pointed blatantly at their guardian. "She's, like, find a bone in your cereal--bad."

"It was one time."

It wasn't a joke? Where did the bone come from?

"If dinner isn't for an hour," Sersi swayed on the spot, like a child shyly twirling her dress (although she was actually in yoga pants with a green flannel tied around her waist). "Would you like to watch an episode of Ghost Files?"

"Ghost show, huh?" Gil grinned, putting his hand on his hips. He looked over at Thena, who looked maybe even a little sheepish.

"It's our fav," Sprite added, excited at the prospect of sharing their favourite program. "They find evidence, and then Thee tells us if it would be accepted in court."

"None of it would be," she stated outright, "but they still ask me every episode."

She made it sound tedious, but she was smiling just like the other two as they started to move back to the living room. Gil followed, "sounds like a fun family thing."

"If you two sit up properly, there'll be room for Gil to sit," Thena suggested not-so-subtly.

But Sersi and Sprite threw themselves back onto the couch. One side was clearly claimed by each, Sersi's with a fluffy blanket for her legs and Sprite's with a crumpled up throw pillow and snacks on her respective end table.

They pointed. "Or you can sit on the loveseat."

"Yeah, why else have two couches?" Sprite snickered with a mouthful of roasted peanuts.

"Animals," Thena admonished her sisters, and yet took a graceful seat on the smaller sofa adjacent to the tv. She had sat closer, giving Gil the better seat for viewing. She pulled one of her legs up, leaving the other down and her pencil skirt stretching to accommodate her.

He sat down on the other cushion, clutching his wine glass and trying to focus on the show, rather than how he could now smell that Thena also wore a little perfume when she was in the office too.

#Thenamesh Family Law AU #I'm so glad you asked for more of this!!!!#thank you so much and I really liked writing it #okay so they settle in for this show #Thena relaxes a little more and he can see that they really do like their funny little ghost show #he's just happy to see them all having a good time #when the oven beeps he says no don't get up I'll check on it #but Thena is like oh no #Sersi and Sprite are immediately grinning ear to ear #they're giving her the thumbs up and winking and whispering #he's nice!#he's cute!!!#are you sure he's not your boyfriend?#and Thena hisses at them: STOP IT #not that it surprises her #just like it doesn't surprise her that they like Gil or that he's a natural with kids #and that he's a great cook #and that he looks completely at ease with his sleeves rolled up and still in his work clothes #because she couldn't even let him go home and get changed first #they left from work right to the store to get lasagne stuff #because she doesn't even know what she needs for it #so she gets home and they're both still in work clothes and she's like okay lasagne time #it comes out perfectly of course #and they have a wonderful time chatting over dinner and Sprite raves about it #and Thena gets up for water and to pretend she's not crying #Gil of course knows and gets up for seconds so he can comfort her and rub her back over the sink #Sprite and Sersi are just like oh my god they're so obvious #he even brought Thena's plate with him #the SECOND he's out of the house they're like WHENS GIL COMING BACK

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tomwambsmilk · 1 year

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Really fascinating to me the discrepancy between people who believe Kendall's name was underlined and people who think Kendall's name was crossed out. Especially since the 'evidence' for underlining is the actual visual structure of the underline whereas the 'evidence' for it being crossed out is who Logan Roy was as a person, and whether he was more likely to add markings to an old piece of paper as a way of needlessly emphasizing his desire for Kendall to be CEO vs striking him out as a symbolic and somewhat petty rejection. In a way I think it says a lot about who Logan Roy was. If you look at his life and you squint you can believe he really loved his children. But if you start to ask yourself why he did what he did and what his motivations probably were the whole charade starts to fall apart

#I think it's probably obvious what my thoughts on the matter are #succession spoilers #I mean. writer and EP Lucy Prebble is pretty sure it's crossed out #and I'm gonna be honest I think she's right

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crehador · 8 months

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squinting hard at these silhouettes trying to figure out which one is pochacco

#fragaria memories #kiki and lala are the only obvious ones i think...#maybe the kinda generic one to the right of cinnamoroll #i need to see my ouppy boy (and his cv) before i decide if i'm into this #but also does team red really have hello kitty my melody AND pompompurin #isn't that a little too stacked #hmmmmm on second thought maybe the one next to cinnamoroll is tuxedo sam #and the one after is pochacco?#then kiki and lala #then ???#wonder if the one that's just like... a shape lmao #next to badtz-maru #is gudetama #though idk if gudetama even qualifies i don't think i've ever seen it in a sanrio collab before lol #actually on THIRD thought pochacco could be with badtz-maru......#hapidanbui division???#no but surely kuromi is going to be part of this and must be part of noir bouquet #?????? i'm getting too into this lol

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toasteaa · 28 days

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Here, to help you go insane over them again, a question: If they are basically a couple in the way they act but not official, how aware are they of that fact? Does Neuvi suspect these are human courting rituals, or is he oblivious? And what about Eclair?

It's!!! Complicated!!! Well not really, but it teeters on the edge of them being aware of it and also thinking that they're overthinking it!

For Neuvillette, it's a case of not completely understanding certain actions and behaviors (or the reason behind why someone would behave that way) mixed with knowledge of some human courting rituals that he's only actually observed from a distance. He does things based on draconic instincts (which can be somewhat similar to human rituals), speculation based on what he's observed over 500 years, and the bits of advice he's overheard or has been given directly.

Unfortunately, this has also led to misunderstanding and has caused him to not take certain steps. For example, he's been told that flowers can convey feelings towards your love interest and can make your own love for them known. However, Neuvillette has seen Eclair reject gifts of flowers from other men before and concluded that this is because she does not like flowers.

Basically, he does almost everything based on judgment calls. He very rarely acts on chance.

On Eclair's side, it's a cumulation of working with Neuvillette for several years and never actually seeing an opening for affections and figuring that he's just not interested. Which, to her, makes sense as he's never actually shown interest in anyone before. It's easier to ignore and stamp down infatuations (or, more accurately, genuine love) for someone when they aren't even aware that it exists in the first place.

Neuvillette doesn't do things simply because he can. There's always a reason and a purpose behind each of his actions. If he doesn't do something or does not accept something, there is a specific reason and purpose behind it. To Eclair, that means any potential hints of flirting from her side that have not been addressed or returned is a potential rejection of such affections. "Potentially" in the sense that Neuvillette has not directly said anything against it and he always speaks against interactions that he deems unnecessary.

So she keeps those feelings locked in a little box and considers herself a very close colleague of his. Maybe even a friend of his.

It's really just a bunch of yearning, the want to understand, and the desire for mutual affection on both sides but it's hidden under years of keeping emotions out of the workplace, mutual misunderstandings, and the fact that neither of them will just. SAY SOMETHING.

#toast talks #oc tag: Eclair Dumont #He remembers her favorite sweets and how she takes her coffee and always has it ready for the exact time she'll come take a break with him.#She makes sure his documents are organized and rebriefs him on cases while making sure his jabot is on straight.#Even Lumine was like 'are they like...together?' when she first saw them interacting and Furina was like #'no but you see how obvious it is right? I've been trying to push him for years but he's stupid. unfortunately.'#I'm sorry it took me so long to answer this I could not explain their pre relationship correctly in my brain LOL

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