Something about Thena kicking ass and Gil just being like “Yep, that’s my wife and I love everything about her and that includes all of her violence” is so funny yet so them.
Could you maybe write it please?
Gil held a hand over his eyes. The sun was ruthless, and it wasn't making the fight any easier. Where did Thena go?
The Deviant plummeting to the ground answered his question, its carcass shattering against the unforgiving earth. Thena landed moments later, stance perfect, flipping her hair out of her face.
Stars and all Celestials, she was beautiful.
"Thena, behind you!" Kingo shouted, already raising his hands.
There was no need. Thena turned, blades already raised. She crossed them, catching the stampeding beast by its horns as it drove itself into its own destruction. She elongated one blade to hold it, turning the other one into a more serrated knife.
The Deviant reared back, roaring as she sliced off one of its horns. She struck swift, cutting its neck and bringing the beast down like it was nothing.
"You are on fire today!" Kingo laughed, raising his hands to her for a double-high-five. He knew he would be ignored, but he still feigned offense. "Come on, T!"
She shook her head, smiling as she walked past him in favour of Gil, which anyone could have seen coming. She inhaled as she arrived, his hands rising to run over her arms before brushing off a few stray specs that managed cling to her armour.
"Have I told you how gorgeous you are when you're killing Deviants?" Gil chuckled, almost whispering in their close proximity. The others were still fighting, but he was focused solely on her as he pushed a few stray locks of hair out of her face.
"Not today," she mused, smiling as he resituated the tiara on her forehead. He leaned in to kiss the bit of skin between her insignia and her hairline.
"What a bad husband I'm being."
Thena laughed, although it melted into a purr as he leaned in to kiss her. Their lips hovered together, "you can make it up to me."
"Oh," he chuckled against the hollow of her cheek, "I plan on it."
"Oi, you two!"
Thena turned. She had sensed it before it was even close to in-range. Her hands were raised before the spear was even complete. The Deviant ran right into it--into her palm, the spear materialising through its head and then out of the back of it. She budged backwards only an inch or two as she held it steady. Gil's hand met her back, reaffirming his support.
"Ugh," Ikaris grimaced at the gruesome methods of his teammate. He was also one of the strongest of the Fighters, and he wouldn't call himself merciful towards the beasts they hunted. But sometimes Thena's ways of killing them were more than even he cared to see.
Sersi also winced as Thena didn't bother de-materialising her spear, instead opting to extract it from her prey the hard way, blood and all. It collapsed at her feet. "She's certainly effective."
They watched as Gil claimed the frighteningly deadly hand in his, bringing it to his lips and swaying her against him by the waist. Ikaris snorted, "only Gil could fawn over a display like that."
Sersi pursed her lips at her own husband, "I think it's cute."
Ikaris watched as Thena tore through another Deviant, this time letting Gil finish it off in a bizarre charade of a romantic activity. "You think?"
Sersi shrugged one of her shoulders, smiling as Thena laughed, obviously having fun as Gil grasped her by the waist and tossed her up in the air to deal with another target. "They're happy. That's all that matters."
Thena drove her trident into the largest one's head, swinging down from it as she constructed a chain link by link. She landed, giving a hard tug and dragging the monster down with her. "Kari!"
The Speedster appeared less than a second later. The impact of her velocity-driven fist between its eyes was just as effective as one of Kingo's shots.
Makkari beamed, raising her hands and receiving the coveted double-high-five her brother had been denied.
"Hey, that's not fair!"
Thena strolled away again, back to the arms of her husband. "Now, what were you thinking in terms of making it up to me?"
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a fact about me is that i was an early bloomer who hit puberty in elementary school and was immediately, obnoxiously horny in ways that were uncomfortable for everyone because no one is prepared for an elementary schooler with b cups and a deep fascination with movies where people get tied up. another fact is that because i was considered smart for my age in the ways that mattered, i just accepted all this as a single package, the many ways that i was not really a child the way other children were children but was instead a miniature adult. i was technically a child, but not really, as far as i was concerned. it also did not occur to me until around high school that i was fat, because i instead considered myself to be sturdy, to be buff, to be built like a tank.
so somewhere around middle school i am noticing the ways in which i am Not Like Other Girls, the ways in which i am not what society says a girl is and the ways that things marketed to girls do not appeal to me. i don't know how other girls dealt with this, but i very rationally decided that i was only technically a girl, in the way that i was only technically a child. so i looked at the things that did appeal to me, and that i did enjoy, and reverse engineered my demographic to decide that on a practical and functional level i was a middle-aged man. i had also gotten really hornily into wolverine because of the first x-men movie, and ended up reading a lot of comics, so as you can imagine the comic book version of wolverine who is short and built like a tank and older than he looks despite being for all intents and purposes a middle aged man really had some appeal to me.
there are idiots who say shit about how tomboys would be considered trans these days or whatever, but i can assure you that was not what was happening here. by middle school i already had to special order bras and i was fine with that because of the many weird fetishes i was developing, none of which can be blamed on the internet because i hadn't found that shit yet and also to this day you would have a hard time finding anything similar to the things i wrote in my secret notebook and immediately destroyed. the fact that i was technically a girl was vital to all this. media where there was a big reveal that some cool dude had been a hot chick the whole time was my shit. weird feral beast people who turned out to be hot women once they took a bath? fuck yes. i would never have cut my hair because that would have ruined my chances to take off a helmet and reveal that i had girl hair. at no point did i think i was anything but a girl, it was just that i was functionally a middle-aged man, who was a girl.
what this means is that i still liked all the things i already liked, such as leather jackets and comic books and anime and old stand-up comedy, but i also did extensive research on the other things i felt i should like according to the demographic i had assigned myself. i watched vh1's 'i love the 70s' with the air of someone trying to hide their amnesia, even though my parents were children in the 70s. i got into the beatles. i tried to get into cars for a while before accepting that i only liked the vintage car aesthetic and couldn't be fucked to know actual car facts. i wore nothing but cargo shorts and aloha shirts for a while, which didn't really stand out that much because it was middle school. i bought a fedora and became a libertarian atheist. i made plans to buy a motorcycle (i could not ride a bike).
i gave up on it after a while because quite frankly my titty situation meant there was never really going to be a big reveal that i'd been a girl the whole time. it was pretty obvious even with the cargo shorts. also the older of a teen i was, the more likely it felt that i could maybe get laid, except i could tell that was never going to happen as long as i kept wearing cargo shorts. it took longer to give up the fedora because it was leather and i wore it with my leather jacket and fingerless gloves, which i convinced myself worked a lot better after i'd gone full high school goth. i lived in the desert so you can imagine how well that worked out for me, smell-wise.
anyway that's how my female socialization went, i don't think it was particularly successful tbqh
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puppydog wrapped
you bit 30 people this year
you barked 5021 times
you howled a total of 148 hours! that's over 6 full days
you caused $1247.90 in property damage
your longest walk was 5 miles
you stole the remote 17 times
you ate through 12 bags of dog food
your favorite food was cardboard
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