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bridgertonbabe · 2 years

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did ABC (and later G) also go on to serve in the military in the royals au

Yes, each of them took part in training before fulfilling two years of military service.

Anthony insisted he do it even after being named king at the tender age of eighteen, having wanted to serve since he was a little boy watching his father dressed in his own military regalia. Though his advisors tried to dissuade him by reminding him of his superior duties and responsibilities as king and pointing out that he'd still receive honorary medals without taking part in service, Anthony remained furiously adamant and wanted to attain his medals in the same way any other soldier would. Violet recognised how much Anthony needed this and felt it would be the best course of action for him to deal with his grief, and so she stepped in as the Queen Mother while the young king trained side by side with the other recruits. It was through training that he met Kate Sharma, the only female on their course, and they butted heads instantly. He was unaware that she had also suffered the loss of her own dad and clouded by grief, they both lashed out at each other which was both parts cathartic as it was upsetting for the pair of them when they felt the intense remorse following yet another run-in. When Anthony completed his service and took up his kingly responsibilities, several years passed before he encountered Kate again, this time at an RAF event where she was now a fighter pilot. He pulled her aside and apologised for the disgraceful way he had treated her during their training but he was surprised when she apologised in return and it was only then that he learned that around that time she had also recently lost her dad. Now that they were both older and wiser and no longer utterly consumed by grief, the pair forged a friendship, meeting up regularly in their spare time and their bond deepening the more they realised just how much they had in common. It wasn't until Violet remarked one evening just how much lighter Anthony had become in recent months and how his smile now finally reached from ear to ear for the first time in years that he came to realise it was all because of Kate and the way she made him feel.

Before his father died, Benedict had been apprehensive at the prospect of one day fulfilling military duties. It was one thing to dress up in camo gear as a child and run around with Anthony pretending to fight with their toy guns, but it was another thing entirely to actually don a uniform and potentially take part in actual conflict in the real world. By the time Benedict started his training, he was actually relieved for the opportunity purely so he himself could have a break from the emotional upheaval that had become living with his family. Since the passing of his father, Benedict had inadvertently wound up as the emotional support son and brother of the family, always providing an ear and a shoulder to cry on for his mother and brothers and sisters. He had become Violet's rock and closest companion and she depended on him for his calming nature and understanding. He had always been Anthony's best friend but now the king heavily relied on him, being the only person he actually opened up to about his emotions, but also acting as a go-between and a mediator between Anthony and Violet as they frequently disagreed over anything and everything. And despite Anthony being the oldest sibling, Benedict for all intents and purposes had become the ultimate big brother for their young siblings now that Anthony had become sovereign and head of the family, acting more as a father figure than a brother, and being too occupied to see how their little brothers and sisters were getting on. As much as Benedict hated to leave them all behind, for his own mental health he felt military service would be a breath of fresh air - except every evening he ended up on the phone for hours, his mother and Anthony always calling him up to talk things through or crying down the line to him, still very much relying on him as an unofficial counsellor. If anything being away made things even worse and Benedict still felt mentally drained at the end of a long day having to console his family when he was so far away from them. Oddly enough it ended up being more of a relief to come home after his duties were fulfilled, finally able to see his family in person to talk through their issues with; but once Benedict turned in for the night, he was still left with a dull emptiness in his heart, wondering if things were ever going to get better or if his family were doomed to the melancholy that continued to fester within them all.

Colin was the brother who thoroughly enjoyed his military service the most, so much so that he actually continued to serve even after his required two years were completed. He loved being a part of the navy (and very much enjoyed rubbing in his brothers faces just how many more medals he had than the rest of them) and thrived setting off to sea and travelling the world onboard the very ship his mother had once christened while she was expecting him. Whenever he called home he was always filled with the joys of spring as he chatted away about everything he had seen and the places he had visited. He sent postcards home all the time much to Hyacinth and Gregory's delight and always brought souvenirs for them. During his time away he also wrote to Penelope Featherington, a dear family friend and the person he was most looking forward to return home to see outside of his family, and the person who was most engaged with his stories. Colin was undoubtedly the most devastated when he finally retired from active service, scared he would never find fulfillment again, feeling as though the navy had provided him with the only purpose he had ever had. Luckily he found fulfillment in becoming Penelope's husband and it was through her suggestion that he ended up training and working part-time for Sea & Rescue as well as taking part in his royal duties, achieving the best of both worlds and establishing his new purpose in life.

Gregory was the brother who didn't get on with his military service the most. He had always dreaded having to do it, knowing he wasn't made of the same stuff as his brothers, but enduring it all the same - he really had no other option. He really struggled during his time and was frequently made fun of by his fellow officers for being the weakling in their group. Gregory was too ashamed to talk to his mother or any of his brothers, thinking they would view him as less of a man for not quite cutting it, but he did open up to Hyacinth. It was during these conversations that Gregory expressed his discomfort and his misery and describing how isolated he felt from everyone and everything, and this was the only subject that his little sister never teased him about. She always allowed him to talk it out, always provided him with assurance, and they shared a google calendar in which she had created a countdown for them both to see just how much longer he had until his service was done and he could return home. He had never been happier when he got back and when his brothers asked how his time serving had been, Gregory jovially admitted he had hated every last minute of it but shrugged it off seeing as it was something he had to do. Gregory was actually taken aback when his brothers collectively became upset upon hearing just how unhappy he had been, asking why he had never told them how he was feeling and Anthony telling him had he known he wouldn't have let his younger brother endure any of it. Gregory immediately felt bad and apologised for not being honest but his brothers apologised in return for letting him down in making him think he couldn't talk to them about it. The four brothers then all shared in an evening of drinking and Gregory was comforted to hear that all three of his brothers had each endured their own struggles and anxieties during their time serving and suddenly he realised he wasn't so different from his three older brothers after all.

#asks #royals au #bridgerton bros #anthony bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #colin bridgerton #gregory bridgerton

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treuallahtreuvulieou · 1 year

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Where's my therapist yes patience is a virtue I know all compensated for how long I am going waste or avoid. Doctor to Doctor

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kayla1993-world · 2 years

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Kate Middleton Reveals Prince George Is Mastering a Relatable Childhood Milestone

Prince George is rapidly maturing! Kate Middleton revealed while out and about in Wales on Tuesday that her 9-year-old son is mastering a relatable milestone: Tying his own tie for his new school uniform. During her first visit to the country since becoming the Prince and Princess of Wales with Prince William, Princess Kate complimented one boy's school uniform. According to Hello, Kate asked the child if he tied his own tie and was impressed when he said yes. The start of the new school year was especially significant for Prince George, who joined Princess Charlotte and Prince Louis as new students at the Lambrook School in Windsor. Although the brothers wore Lambrook's boys' summer uniform of a checked button-down and shorts for a preview day with their parents and sister on Sept. 7, George will need to wear a tie with his regular daywear uniform as the weather cools. His younger brother, on the other hand, is exempt from wearing a necktie until he begins Year 3! In September, George wore a tie with his navy suit to the funeral of his great-grandmother, Queen Elizabeth. The outfit could have been chosen to match his father, Prince William's, Royal Air Force uniform. For the solemn service at Westminster Abbey, the new Prince of Wales wore his military uniform, which included a Garter sash with RAF Pilot Wings and the Garter Star Chest Order. Locals tell PEOPLE that Prince William and Princess Kate left a lasting impression on those who lined the streets to them in Wales earlier this week. Steven Bunting, who hosted the couple at St. Thomas's Church in Swansea, tells PEOPLE that the senior royals' quick visit meant a lot to him. Following the death of the Queen in September, the couple traveled to Wales, where they lived as newlyweds, as soon as possible. King Charles III made William and Kate Prince and Princess of Wales the day after the Queen died. The royal family remained in mourning until one week after her funeral, which took place in September, at the request of the new monarch. Bunting describes Prince William's energy during the visit as throwing himself into the new role. "The fact that they came straight here on the first day says it all." The vicar showed the couple around the redeveloped church, which has a food bank that serves over 200 people weekly, and Swansea Baby Basics, which distributes essential items throughout the city, on Tuesday. Bunting says the royal couple had a special way of making time for everyone while meeting with volunteers who run programming there. "It was incredible. The Prince and Princess of Wales addressed the entire audience, young and old alike," he claims. "They are clearly dedicated to hearing the stories of the people of Wales. They were genuinely interested in everyone."

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awakenee · 2 years

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hsmtmts . ep 101

july 5, 2022 - 8:07 pm cst

i had to scroll through my "continue watching" d+ list for a solid minute before finding hsmtmts 💀

woah, the first episode is 40 minutes long?? i knew it was the longest out of both seasons (or at least i think so) but wow

the "we're all in this together" intro gives me strong deja vu hsm flashbacks lol

this intro music is so iconic

ew, i changed tabs and suddenly my subtitles are on the left

is it bad that i didnt realise these were ricky and big red until a few episodes shy into season two

"aHAHA"

"first costume change" icon

"junior year, baby" reminds me of "september 1st, 1989. dear diary:"

spoiler alert: big red did not grow a mustache.

oh look, my subtitles are back to normal

AYE, MY FAVORITE BACKGROUND DANCERS ARE IN THE BACKGROUND. NICE. lauren and steph and someone else whose name i dont remember i think

"today's the day we start over" poor ricky

back when i first saw this thing and nini was showing kourt her music man stuff i didnt think anything of it but now that im a theatre kid this gets me all excited and peppy

"i know who that is, nini!" yes, it's shirtless ej looking like he just saw someone take a big dump

omg olivia is such a baby,,, i miss her

gina just passed in front of kourtney lmao

"yo nini" sounded like "young nini"

the office moment

ricky seems so dumb rn,,, my poor, poor boi

gina's still in the background

also i've never seen the office

why does nini know whether ricky's feet stink or not and why does she think it's cute

nini has a lion plushie in her bed, i think it's featured in the hsm con novel

NINI MY LOVE,,,,

AHHHH ITIKYK

this is so sweet i cant

unrelated but i just got an email offering me 1776 broadway orchestra seats from 99+, pretty neat

are people commenting on this video live, or...?

why is ricky's IG username "@skateratricky"

ok but nini resting her head on ricky's shoulder

dear @missschmotzer who commented "why are you always in the ensemble?!?!!", wouldn't we all like to know that

"davidgutierrezslc" is that the principal,,, imagine

seb my love

argh nini is so pure i want to hug her for eternity

help she sounds like she's going to cry

RICKY YOU LITTLE SH-

who in sh has a back to school kickoff

"you're blowing me off for some theatre punk" ricky, all i ever want in my life is a theatre punk to love me.

yes, idk whether to spell it theatre or theater

"at a lake???" KIKIWAKA KIKIWAKA

spoiler alert 2: kourtney never dismantles the patriarchy

lmao gina is staring at nini and kourt as they walk away from ricky and big red and making an "OHHHHHHH" expression

"love is dead" ricky,,,,

"fRiDaY!!!!!!!"

ok but why would you wear your cheer uniform to the first day of school? im not american so maybe that is normal over there but still,,,

may the guy with the glasses rest in peace after being smacked with that t-shirt

way too many "high school"s in one sentence

i want to have carlos' confidence

nini right before the opening card rolls in is me during social studies thinking about my plans to land on broadway one day and become the next patti lupone

oh god that step carlos is doing is so familiar to me,,, i'm getting lion king flashbacks

OH YES HERE IT COMES ONE OF THE MOST ICONIC LINES FROM THE SERIES

AHAHAHWHEHEHYY YES GO CARLOS

"i pay for ad free spotify"

is "sue me" the equivalent of "fight me"????

can we talk about how this series has had plot holes since the pilot? miss jenn's financial issues were never brought up again

we dont have hall passes here so...

oh boy im only 8 minutes in and this is already a big ass text block

mr mazzara looks so annoyed oh my god

carlos looks so happy when she says "watch out world"

WAIT WAIT WAIT. i just noticed something. miss jenn's office number is B110, and i'm, like, 99.9% sure that's the number of the dressing room in which ricky and nini kiss. how does that work

"hollywood dream world" no, sir. hollywood and broadway are two very different things.

"we're the east high leopards. always have been. 😎😎😎"

their lunch is so nice

kourtney is me @ my mom

okay i actually agree with nini on this one,,, that dress would've been too much

"bAbE"

*natalie and seb gasp*

more featured dancers in the background

i wish someone would slide pizzas under my door

wtf nini's so short

isn't playing sports and doing theatre at the same time illegal? /j

ok but i love ricky's jackets

my dude why are you making faces to yourself

nini was one of the most amazing trees featured in the pictures evan was sending to connor, duh /ref

uno destroys friendships and relations, this goes against the rules of the universe

ywbf flashbacks

do dreams ever mean anything

mike dropping the raw chicken on the floor >>>>>>

ouch

my ricky needs therapy counter is officially on 1

i want big red's gaming thing

yeah, ricky, i think that's weird too but i'm still a raging theatre kid

"it's about zac efron dancing with a basketball" well, he's not wrong

angsty ricky

ricky's hair >>>>>> troy's hair

ricky looks like a deer in headlights lol

gosh, that's intimidating

ej, kindly, shut up

THE SUBTITLES JUST LISTED CARLOS AS "woman"

dancing, the bane of my existence

dancing isn't that impressing in hsm tho

"that was the warm up????" mood

"not with a friend" my anxiety says no

GINI GINI GINI GINI

understudies are the best

help, nini looks so scared

"new lab" those computers look kinda outdated, no offense

i want to smack mr mazzara and ricky

steph: *squeals*

"i'm dying, i'm deceased"

isn't adding a new song to the musical illegal? coughs in the s2 menkies

how does gina know which scenes are they going to give her???

omg seb looks so nervous and cute

go nini

GO SEB

seblos moment

"your chosen-last-for-dodgeball" hey, that's me!

ricky's a criminal guys

help, i know ricky's gonna barge in and i'm getting so much second hand embarrassment right now

seb my love

nini looks so in love with him

pretty sure that's less than 16 bars

run richard, run

ok but gina would be an amazing gabriella, just think about it

NINI BRITISH ACCENT

where's my supportive theatre punk

nini my beloved

*war flashbacks*

ricky i want to slap you into oblivion right now

yeah, nini, be more chill!!!! tAkE yOuR hAnDs oUt oF yOuR pOcKeTs /ref

i want nini's bedroom

the background music is depressing

RCIYK AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ricky you little sh

ACTUALLY, CARLOS, TROY NEVER ARRIVES ON TIME. THAT'S SOME GREAT CHARACTER WORK RIGHT THERE.

shut up ej

YES AHHHH

getting so much nostalgia from this

why are you guys shoving cellphones in her face

oh my god this is so awkward

YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS GO

oh my god im so proud of my little baby nini

ok, hear me out. i love s1 nini so, so much but i just dont think she's right for gabriella if you get what i mean?

great timing, light people

"i only needed 32 bars" that was like 32 bars ma'am

we love a supportive big red

ricky ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

sir, you're supposed to be off-book

what are you doing

miss jenn really went for the underdogs

this is making me feel so many things

ricky needs therapy counter: 2

to be continued because of the character limit

#hsmtmts analysis #hsmtmts fandom #ricky bowen #gina porter

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inedibleperiwinkle · 3 years

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The Toppat King knows something about style.

#toppat!henry #Everyone looks nice in skirts and thigh high boots it's scientific facts friends #Have some patience with me as I re-learn how to draw #I'm workin on it #Henry loves being stunning in every way #Yes he'll add a velvet train to his uniform for meetings #There's a femme fatale in the Toppats and it's Henry #He wants people to stare at his legs #Charles can't take his eyes off of him and it's the greatest thing he's ever stolen #Some Army pilot's heart in possession of the Toppat King

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honey-dewey · 3 years

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To Serve the King

Pairing: Din Djarin/Reader

Word Count: 2,870

Warnings: No major ones, Reader gets called a slut once.

Very few understood what went on behind the Mand’alor’s helmet, but that didn’t mean they didn’t support him. However, leaving someone wrapped in revealing silks and fine jewelry on the throne when he wasn’t around might’ve been one of the odder things they’ve seen.

Din Djarin was many things, but a confident Mand’alor was not one of them. They called him Mand’alor the Reuniter, officially. That was the name they put in the books and would write for all of history. However, he was well known as the Mudhorn Mand’alor, or the Mand’alor who never removed his helmet.

He’d been settled as the Mand’alor for a while now, slowly reuniting the people of Mandalore, hence the name he’d been given. It was slow going, and because he was often away on odd jobs, he needed someone he could trust to keep his throne safe while he went away.

To most, however, an ex-slave wasn’t the first choice. Hell, it might even be the last.

Yet, that’s who the great Mand’alor trusted with his beskar throne.

He’d picked you up on Tatooine, after you’d thrown down with Fennec when she’d found you hiding in Jabba’s old palace. You’d been bruised and beaten up, but you’d held your own and seemed to be pretty loyal, so Din had taken you back to Mandalore and offered you a job. You weren’t a complete fool, so you accepted.

Now, almost six months later, you were comfortable as the throne keeper. Maybe a bit too comfortable, but that was Din’s problem to deal with. Dressed in revealing silk and soft chiffon, you often sat upon the throne when he hunted. When he wasn’t out hunting, you were seated at his right or in his lap, depending on your mood.

Some, most even, speculated that you were still a slave, considering the only beskar you wore was an ornate collar. But others considered your boldness and wondered if you were truly the pilot and Din was just your puppet. And others still were certain that you and Din were exchanging sexual favors behind the scenes, taking into account the fact that you both slept in the same room.

None of them were right.

You were no longer a slave. You wore the collar out of respect for Din, knowing that he had the power to remove it kept you respectful and by his side, but he would absolutely let you go if you asked. You were also not the mastermind. Despite being smart, you had no desire to rule a planet. And as for the sexual favors, well, you admired Din, and thought he was likely handsome under the helmet, but you could never see yourself seducing him, or vice versa. At least, not yet.

What you were was his advisor and his unofficial right hand man. He’d offered you the job, and you had insisted on the uniform. It kept you unassuming and out of people’s minds. No one suspected a throne warmer to be anything but a bubble headed slut. Which you definitely were not.

Din had, upon realizing people would likely be after your head, cleared out a bit of his room for you, which was where you were now. Tucked away in a small alcove was your bed, raised up high above your desk and bookshelf. You enjoyed sleeping this close to the ceiling. It gave you a sense of security.

Also amongst your things was a wardrobe built into the wall. Inside hung most of your day clothes, as your leisure clothes were folded away in the wardrobe’s only drawer.

The only thing separating you from Din was a thick black curtain that you controlled, often tugging it shut so you could have privacy.

Now, you were settled at your desk, pouring over papers Din had given you to check. It was slow going, but worth the trouble. You scratched out a mistake and corrected it, adjusting the number of exports to accurately represent Mandalore’s involvement with the galaxy.

“Hey,” Din said, knocking a bit on the side of the wall before pushing the curtain open. “You good in here?”

“Yep,” you mumbled, putting the final piece of paper down and smiling. “Just finished looking over the import and export papers. Everything looks good.”

Din sighed. “Perfect. I’m leaving for two days. I have a meeting with Fett and Skywalker on a planet not too far from here.”

You nodded, standing and stretching. “I guess I better get ready, hm?”

Din chuckled lightly. “What will you wear?”

Opening your wardrobe, you examined your options, eventually deciding on one. “This.”

The outfit in question was mostly sheer, with strategic patches of fine silk to cover you appropriately. The chiffon fabric was a beautiful royal blue, while the silks were a blue so dark they may as well have been black. You slid into the outfit, adjusting it and smiling. Din may have worn head to toe beskar to protect himself, but this was your armor. Slipping on your silver anklets and sapphire studded jewelry, you walked out onto the main bedroom, seeing Din waiting there for you.

“My king,” you said formally, a sly grin curling across your lips.

Din sighed. “Here.” He held out your beskar collar, securing it around your neck. He was the only one with a key to unlock the ornate clasp that kept it in place, but you didn’t mind. You would survive for a few days without removing the collar while you waited for your Mand’alor to return.

You two headed out to the throne room, where you settled down on the throne, waving to Din as he left. He promised he’d be back by nightfall the next day, and you grinned, teasingly replying that you couldn’t wait for his return. Throwing your legs over one of the arms of the throne, you lounged back. Time to do your job.

The first people that came in were merchants from a nearby planet. Rug makers who were down on their luck. They didn’t have much to trade, but you promised them that you would take a look at their exports and see what you could do. Some of the council members seemed hesitant to let them go so easily, but you waved your hand and they left without a word.

Over the day, you had many encounters like that. Small ones you could easily talk over and come to a simple conclusion. In between meetings, you read a book on the throne, entirely engulfed in the story. The council filtered around you, often attempting to talk you down from your decisions. You always responded in the same way. By flicking a book page and sweetly telling them it’s what the Mand’alor would’ve done.

By the time the sun had set, you were preparing for your final meeting. A scheduled one with the Nite Owls, who had come in with the leader of an assassination attempt for the Mand’alor.

The assassin in question was dragged behind Bo-Katan and Koska, his hands cuffed and a length of chain linking his ankles. He looked exhausted, kneeling before you with sleepless and pitiful eyes, his shoulders hunched. You examined him further, occasionally asking Bo-Katan a question. His hair was choppy, clearly dirty and in desperate need of a proper trim, although he did have well maintained facial hair. His skin, naturally sun-kissed, was pale with lack of light, and his eyes, which kept drawing you in, were surrounded by sleepless bruises.

“Oh for the love of Mand’alor, uncuff him,” you instructed. “He’s starved, exhausted, and in no condition to fight anyone. The least you can do is treat him like a human being and not a kriffing animal.”

Bo-Katan did as asked, uncuffing the assassin. You leaned forward, happy today had gotten some form of excitement. “Do you have a name?”

The assassin shook his head. You sighed, standing up and stepping down off the dais and standing before the assassin. “A pity. Can you talk?”

“Yes.”

You nodded. “Good. I’m sure Bo-Katan treated you well on your journey here. He wasn’t any trouble, was he, Ms. Kryze?”

Bo-Katan shrugged. “He’s a survivor. Took us months to hunt him down.”

You knelt down, taking the assassin’s face and slowly turning it from side to side. Noting a bruise that could only have come from a fight, you made up your mind, standing and holding a hand out. “Stand.”

He did, taking your hand and using it to wobble to his feet. He was taller than you, but you didn’t mind. All you could see in your head was yourself, knelt before the Mand’alor, body aching from a life of fighting, desperate for any kind of out. He’d held your hand just as you did to the assassin, offering you a steady life.

“Listen well,” you said, still holding the assassin’s hand. “On this planet, there is an honest life to be found. A life of comfort, a life that isn’t ruled by a need to hunt or fight. If you’ll accept, we can give you that life.”

The assassin’s face went slack, his hand gripping yours tightly. “And why would I want to live like you?” He hissed finally. “A pretty little palace slut. That’s not what I want.” He stepped forward, but you knew better. Using his iron grip on your hand, you tossed him clean over your shoulder, whirling around to press a knee firmly to his sternum, your dominant forearm steady on his throat.

“Then you give me no choice,” you said, voice as firm as your position. “I’ll be returning you to Bo-Katan, and she can have her way with you.”

He was wrestled to his feet, Koska grinning as she recuffed him.

“Ms. Kryze,” you said, moving back to the throne and sitting upon it once more. “Show our guest how we treat those who would attack us.”

Bo-Katan nodded, hauling the assassin out. You sighed, collapsing into the throne. “You’re all dismissed,” you said loosely, waving away the council members, all of whom had been dead silent for your final meeting.

They left, leaving you alone on the throne. How Din did this day in and day out was a mystery to you. You were exhausted simply from one final meeting.

Standing and heading back to your shared room, you slid past Din’s portion and finally shrouded yourself in the familiarness of your room.

You had a horribly restless sleep that night, and awoke early to the sound of someone entering the room. You feared for all of two seconds before you heard the telltale sounds of beskar armor. Din was home early.

Sliding out of bed, you tossed on a knee length robe and opened the curtain, seeing Din standing next to his bed.

“Oh Maker am I glad to see you!” You said, eagerly approaching him. “I had a very long day yesterday.”

Din huffed, settling on the side of the bed. “Oh yeah? Tell me about it.”

You sat with him, cross legged and playing absently with the hem of your robe. “Well. It was super simple until the end. Just a bunch of boring meetings and deals, most of which were transcribed for you and I can give you the highlight notes later. But then, Bo-Katan came in with the leader of that would-be assassination group she told us about last month. He was a complete dick! Called me a slut and almost hurt me.”

“You fought back?”

“Yeah.” You scooted closer to Din. “Sent him out with Bo-Katan. I’m sure she’s disposed of him by now.”

Din sighed, leaning back on the bed. “Sounds like you did good.”

You smiled, the praise warning your chest. “I think I did.”

You almost fell asleep there with Din, the both of you laying with each other. He’d had a long trip, which he told you about. He’d not slept in his anticipation to return, Grogu coming home with him for a while. The little green child was curled in your lap. You’d met him a few times, and he liked you tremendously. His acceptance of you was part of the reason Din trusted you as much as he did.

Before you could truly fall asleep, Din nudged you awake, mumbling he had a meeting to attend. You stretched, slowly crawling out of the bed and picking a less revealing and more comfortable pale green outfit. It was still fit for a throne warmer, but wasn’t as scandalous as your previous day’s attire.

Walking out with Din, you grinned upon seeing Bo-Katan seated at the small, round meeting table. There was no one else in the room.

Din, as per custom, sat across from Bo-Katan, with you sitting at his right.

“So,” Din said, starting the meeting officially. “The assassin, you dealt with him?”

Bo-Katan’s lips curved into a smile. “In a way, yes.”

Din shifted. “What does that mean?”

“We got rid of him,” Bo-Katan clarified, leaning back in her chair. “Although I think his encounter with your stand-in was enough to scare him into not messing with us ever again. But, as per the instructions, he was dealt with in an appropriate manner. I doubt we’ll be hearing from the other assassins in the group any time soon.”

“Good,” Din said, relaxing. “Shall we tell them?”

“I suppose,” Bo-Katan hummed. “It was such fun yesterday to see them fight, but now is as good a time as any.”

“I’m sorry,” you interrupted, leaning forward and putting a hand on the table. “Are you talking about me?”

Din nodded. “After seeing what you can do, and how you negotiated yesterday, I think it’s fitting that I ask you to be my interplanetary advisor. This would mean making trips with me, handling most if not all of the papers, which I think you do anyway, and basically doing what you do now on a larger scale.”

You were stunned. It made sense, all except for one little bit. “But you didn’t see what I did yesterday. You were gone.”

Din made a small noise that you assumed was a chuckle. “Just because you don’t recognize me doesn’t mean I’m not there,” he pointed out, and you almost asked him what he meant when he slowly took his helmet off, revealing the face of the assassin from yesterday.

You were silent for much too long before finally taking a frustrated swing at Din. He dodged easily, a smile on his face. “Did I do something wrong?”

You shook your head, your next move a very powerful hug for Din. “I cannot believe you let me take you down yesterday,” you said happily, still holding him. “Oh my kriffing maker, I can’t believe it!”

Eventually, you pulled away, examining Din’s face. His cheekbone was still bruised, but he looked healthier, like he’d had a proper meal and bath. “Y’know,” you said, tugging at a small curl that was flopped over on Din’s forehead. “I knew you were handsome under that helmet. But this is unexpected.”

“Good unexpected or bad unexpected?”

“Oh definitely good unexpected,” you replied. “Was anyone else in on it?”

Din shook his head. “As far as the council knows, the man from yesterday was legitimately an assassin and is now dead.”

Over the next few weeks, you shifted in your job, traveling with Din and leaving the council to handle affairs on Mandalore. He was excellent fun on trips, looser and more at ease when it was just the two of you on a ship together. He introduced you as his official right hand man, a title that made you glow with pride.

And yet, you still dressed the same way.

Of course, your wardrobe had expanded to include some cold weather outfits, but it was still a mess of chiffons, silks, and expensive furs. You still wore the collar, but Din had insisted on one slight change. You and him visited his armorer, a reserved woman who never removed her helmet, no matter the circumstances, and Din had her make you a pendant for the collar. A beautiful mudhorn signet, just like his. It sat on the dip between your collarbones, the cold metal a constant reminder of your connections to Din.

“Ready?” He asked, holding his hand out. You were about to step out onto Coruscant to make a deal with several other planet’s leaders. You had draped yourself in embroidered blue silks and chiffon, the collar on display and the hem of the skirt sweeping the floor. It was a fancy occasion that called for fancy clothes. And yet, Din was beside you in his armor, no decorations or anything.

You nodded. Despite the importance of this meeting and the horrible terror of the various what ifs, you were calm. “Of course. Are you?”

Din chuckled. He’d put his helmet on, but you could still gauge his facial expressions. “Sure.”

Stepping off the ship together, you knew people would talk. They always did, exchanging hushed whispers behind their hands. Maybe, if you weren’t dressed as you were, the whispers wouldn’t be as prominent. But you enjoyed your outfits, and didn’t mind the quiet gossip one bit.

In the end, it was only Din who you sought to please. He was your equal, and yet he was your superior. You desired his smile, his pleased moods, and you would do anything to make him happy. After all, you were there to serve your king.

#the mandalorian #mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #Pedro Pascal #My writing

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marzena-doe · 2 years

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A House Divided

The Phantom has a throne in the skull cave? What is he, a king? And Phantom has a really good memory. He takes one look at Kurt and is like “is it really you!?” They haven’t seen each other since they were children, would be really recognize a man wearing a mask and a helmet as the brother he last saw when they were children? But yes, Guran hinted at it, so maybe it was just a guess.

Funny, Kurt introduces himself as “your older brother, Kurt” - as if the Phantom would not know his brothers name. (Yeah I know, it’s for the audience... still silly though)

Jedda doesn’t know she has an uncle... but there is a picture of the two brothers with their father. Did she never ask who the other boy was? And the Phantom sounded really harsh. In the flashback, he sounded like he cared about his brother and was sad that he left, even after all that had happened. After 20 years, should he really be so angry if he wasn’t even angry in the past? Disappointed, maybe. Sad, yes. Hoping he’d never see his brother again... seems wrong to me. I feel like he should have hoped for Kurt to come to his senses and to build a relationship with him again rather than just “uh no, not you, go away”.

But I do like the scenes between the two brothers. Kurt does look a few years older than Kit, so maybe I was off with early thirties. More like mid-thirties or even later, in Kurt’s case? Still can’t get over the fact that the oldest son is named Kurt. That’s just wrong. Maybe there was an older brother named Kit but he died before Kit was born and then when Kit was born, he was given the traditional name Christopher as well? In my stories, I made them twins, Christopher and Kurt, so the ritual on the decision who will be the next Phantom actually makes sense. If Kurt is older, there is no need for that because the oldest son is the heir? Unless the 26th Phantom noticed some bad tendencies in Kurt and was hesitant to make him the heir?

Makes sense Jedda’s hair color was later changed to black so she would look like her father. Although I think she can still have brown hair. What if Kurt has a kid as well? That would be interesting to see. Sadly, the show introduced all sorts of kids of villains and heroes but Kurt did not get one.

Also, these outfits in the jungle I can get behind, but not Jedda’s full on Defender uniform she wore in the pilot episode.

What’s life like in the jungle for the kids of the Phantom? They seemed both pretty scared when the lion appeared but were able to trick it

I think this must have been the last straw of Kurt’s bad behavior. Otherwise, I’m sure the 26th Phantom would not have his oldest son just walk out of there without trying to figure out a solution.

I like this scene where Kurt talks about being the better Phantom and more worthy but then he takes one look at the picture of his father and just knows he would still disapprove. “This is your moment of shame!” Yes, it is...

Earlier to this, Phantom and Jedda were knocked down by snowballs? Well, maybe it’s Mongo ice, seeing the power came from Ming himself. That might explain it.

“No one might see my face!” So it IS shame...

#episode commentary #A House Divided

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Blue Exorcist 10th anniversary book Q&A session

The 10th anniversary book has a section where Katoh answers 100 questions submitted by fans on Twitter, so here they are translated/paraphrased! May contain manga spoilers up to the recent flashback arc, so be warned.

(Note that I’m playing it very fast and loose here because there are A HUNDRED OF THEM, so not exact wordings, but it should capture the gist. Lemme know if there are any you want elaborated on)

1. Katoh likes the feel of traditional drawing more than digital but is impressed with how far digital has come

2. Meph THOROUGHLY ABUSES spacetime to watch all his shows and ensure that he gets all the merch he wants

3. Did the girls take all of Yukio’s school uniform buttons in middle school? Yes, they did (apparently it’s like A Thing for girls to ask for a button from their crush at middle school graduation, based on some sad movie from the 60s where a guy who got drafted as a kamikaze pilot gave a girl one of his uniform buttons to remember him by)

4. Rin's tail is about a meter long

5. There are tons of servants working at Mephisto's mansion. Belial is in charge of them

6. Katoh borrows from all sorts of neat real locations when making settings

7. Katoh identifies with pretty much all the characters the most! Except Lucifer.

8. Demon designs she's proud of include the impure king and hachirou, pretty much anything that was the main one in an arc

9. Katoh lists a bunch of her favorite musical artists/music she’s listening to recently: King Gnu, Official Hige Dandism, Kenshi Yonezu, BAD HOP, Sakanaction, Keyakizaka 46, Hypnosis Mic, Aimer, B’Z, Queen Bee.

10. Awww the rabbit manga that characters are often reading isn't just Robo to Usakichi, it's an even older one that she drew as a little kid

11. She likes industrial style interior designs

12. Rin and Yukio alternated who got the top bunk growing up, because they couldn't agree on it lol

13. Katoh cares a whole lot about panel layouts and speech bubble positions, might even be her favorite part of the process (it shows!)

4. Katoh does NOT have a mashou, lol

15. Rin has probably been practicing in secret so he can learn to carry stuff with his tail

16. Izumo probably got into shojo manga around 1st grade, her mom had some around the house

17. Specialty dishes: Rin - lots of stuff but especially nabe Yuri - stuff you can throw together quickly Shiro - stuff he learned from Yuri and/or cookbooks, alongside teaching Rin Yukio - Does. Not. Cook.

18. Can't pick a favorite place she's been on research, but there's no place like Japan

19. Kinzou's band isn't currently meeting because demons, but he's probably still thinking of new songs

20. Hardest characters to draw: anyone with detailed flowing hair. Hardest to write for: Lightning and Gedouin. She had to go read books about serial killers specifically for material for Gedouin, lol

21. Suguro actually gets a dorm room to himself, though allegedly Yukio is technically assigned as his roommate, lol. Didn't end up that way what with Yukio being a teacher and also Rin’s whole...situation

22. Shiemi makes some of her own hair accessories! Cute

23. Katoh doesn't mind if you include stuff with fan letters but check with the editor first

24. Time for making each chapter: Planning/storyboarding: 1-5 days. Sketching: 3-5 days. Drawing/inking: the rest. Just...the rest of the time

25. Neither Suguro nor Izumo have dated before and neither is currently dating. But that's probably just because things were hectic for them! It could happen

26. Yukio breaks 5 or 6 pairs of glasses a year, someone get this kid a strap or something

27. How many spare glasses does Yukio have? Check the fanbook lol it's in there (dang it Katoh)

28. The demon she wants us to pay the most attention to is Lucifer. Because plot.

29. What's under the Order's big meeting table? It's a BOTTOMLESS PIT and if you fall in it you DIE that's what makes it COOL (laughs)

30. What are the job requirements for the angelic legion? Literally just Arthur liking you and inviting you to join

31. She WANTS to do more character profiles but just hasn't gotten to it

32. Rin's tail feels like a cat tail, texture wise

33. The "red Assiah fire" is literally just actual fire nothing special

34. Rin's current hair color is light blue fading to white at the ends

35. Thoughts on Rin's growth: she likes that he stays positive in awful situations and she also thinks it's very main character of him to face the past instead of avoiding it

36. Mephisto didn't purposely surround Rin with stuffed animals when he woke up after going crispy. Mephisto's bed is just Like That

37. Kurikara was based on a cool sword she found in a sword book, but that one was technically just a ceremonial sword. The symbol on it us a Sanskrit letter kaan (sp?) associated with Fudou Myouou

38. Kuro can communicate with normal cats and hangs out with them often

39. Sometimes Shiemi's skirt is extra fancy around the hem what's up with that? Apparently it's an optional accessory that comes with the skirts help I haven't noticed this and don't know any fashion terms in any language

40. When coloring, Katoh always tries to have an overall theme in mind ("emphasis on blue" etc) so it comes together in the end

41. Yes the twins are genetically related to Shiro because of Goro (she says they're like his nephews but I say GENETICALLY at least they'd be indistinguishable from his children)

42. Strongest mom of all the strong moms around here? Yuri! Did you SEE her give birth??

43. Are you careful about your own health Katoh-sensei? Not particularly! Her mom has had to bring her food at work sometimes! Don't do this at home kids

44. At the dating events Shura goes to, does she drink cocktails in moderation? Yeah, she probably downplays her normal drinking habits at these things. But normally she's down for just about any kind of drink

45. Lucifer just really likes oysters okay

46. How many pages of manga does Katoh draw in a day? If she's being good about self-care: three. Maximum number ever: TEN

47. Mephisto is one of those folks who can eat like a garbage compactor and never gain weight. Possibly because his body resists that sort of change the same way it resists aging etc

48. First food Rin cooked: fish burger type patty. Yukio's favorite things Rin cooks: fish simmered in soy sauce, yellowtail with daikon radish. It's fish all the way down

49: Did Rin ever get more monthly allowance from Mephisto? It doubled! He gets TWO 2000 yen bills now (rip) [T/N: That's uh, that's USD $37.26 a month or 33.10 euro]

50. Why isn't Rin more popular with the girls? He gets nervous talking to them, plus he's too oblivious to notice even if he DID have some fans

51. Why change Suguro's hair? She gets bored with keeping everything the same, and she wanted a visual representation that he was getting serious and going into kind of a training arc

52. Things Katoh pays extra attention to when drawing: trying to capture the feel of whatever she's drawing (like "that looks warm and soft" or "I bet that guy stinks" cough Lightning cough)

53: Does Rin take after Yuri more? (He's got her eyes!) Katoh tried to draw Yuri so she looks like both twins. Personality, too - Yukio has her smarts and Rin has her optimism

54: Do you ever wanna be like Mephisto? Well she'd like to be able to get away with just ANYTHING EVER, but no, let's not be like Mephisto

55. Konekomaru not only carries around a cat toy in case he meets any cats, he MAKES cat toys to carry around based on what he thinks the cats would like

56. How'd you come up with Shima? Go read the fan book!

57. Do the kids have Twitter/Instagram accounts? Rin - probably not. Konekomaru might be on some social media. Paku and Izumo are totally on instagram

58. Is there something Rin makes that you wish you could try? All of it! That's the whole idea! He's good at cooking!

59. Will we ever have a (G-rated) reveal of what ALL of Mamushi and her family's tattoos look like? Maybe! She'll think about it

60. Does Arthur have a repertoire of different hairstyles? Not really, he just puts some of it up on the top. Heck he might even have people to do that for him

61. If you wrote a shojo manga what would it be about? She'd have to do a lot of research before even coming up with a story, since there are so many style differences between the genres aside from just the subject

62. The other two of Mephisto's top 3 favorite foods: Cup ramen and....f-fried bubblegum?? Is that a THING???

63. Where do you start when drawing a character? Usually the outline of their face but if it's a complex pose/composition she'll start with whatever's in the foreground (like hands)

64. If Katoh could have a familiar, what demon would she choose? Mephisto. As the all-powerful author, she might actually be able to command him as a familiar!

66. If you swapped Yukio and Rin's relationship around what would change? not much, you'd pretty much have Rin going to the Illuminati and Yukio going to the past

67. Top 3 foods/souvenirs to try in Kyushu? Well she doesn't know what’s good CURRENTLY but when she was there she always used to like burdock tempura udon, hakata torimon (a kind of manju with white bean paste inside), and Chikae style cod roe. today I learned Katoh went to high school in Kyushu

68. Katoh listens to music a lot while she's storyboarding, then when she and the assistants are all drawing and inking they put various videos/movies and stuff on in the background

69. For all his hitting on girls, is Shima actually popular with the ladies at all? He's got enough girls in his life that he probably COULD find a girlfriend if he really wanted, but the double agent thing tends to get in the way. He still wouldn't be as popular as Yukio though (side thought/translator’s note: Shima would be proud of being number 69.)

70. Katoh has the ending planned out in a big-picture way, but there are still a few details here and there that she's fretting over

71. It's cute when the boys put their ties over their shoulders when they're working on something! Where'd that come from? She just figured a tie might get in the way and that seemed like a realistic way to get it out of the way

72. Looks like Yukio is getting some facial hair! What about Rin? They're both about the age for it, but maybe Rin can't grow a beard yet. Maybe a little peach fuzz here and there

73. Katoh's favorite blue exorcist merch? There were some exorcist licenses a while back, and the exorcist pins. Basically it's really cool that these little accessories she drew ACTUALLY EXIST NOW, LIKE YOU CAN HOLD THEM IN YOUR HANDS

74. Okay realtalk how long do we have left, I don't want the series to end yet? We're solidly in the second half by now but it's not, like, ABOUT to end yet

75. Katoh would be a Knight meister, based on what characters she likes to play in games and such

76. How many people in the whole exorcism cram school? More than you think! She doesn't give a number but apparently licensed exorcists also attend classes for new meisters, etc, so there's a wide age range attending

77. How's Arthur feel about, like, studying Taming on the way to becoming Paladin? He's at least mostly accepted that you have to use demons to fight demons effectively

78. Konekomaru started wearing glasses in his first year of middle school, so like 7th grade (more recent than I thought!) He has one spare pair, in contrast to Yukio lol

79. Katoh's current obsessions? Ghost/scary stories! She's even been going to live readings of them recently

80. Media Katoh consumes for inspiration? A wide range of foreign teen drama, horror/suspense, shojo manga, light novels, anime, etc. Special focus on things where two boys are in conflict or there are brothers involved

81. If they weren't exorcists what jobs would they have? Rin - chef. Yukio - doctor. Shiemi - uh, florist?

82. Inspiration for the design of True Cross Town? Katoh and her assistants gathered up a bunch of references, picked out stuff they felt matched the tone, and mashed them all up together

83. Did you use any references etc for the school/exorcist uniforms? She says she probably should have but she just kind of made them up before publication

84. Favorite part of drawing? For color pages, picking out a color scheme. For black and white, drawing in all the little details (though she doesn't always get time to lately)

85. Once again confirms the demon kings' weird hair is a representation of their horns. ADDS THAT PEOPLE WHO CAN'T SEE DEMONS CAN'T SEE THE WEIRD HAIR

86. Now that Yukio's at the Illuminati, where's he gonna get his Jump SQ and spare glasses? Well he probably never planned to stay for long, but hey it's a big ship and they might have an optometrist and/or newsstand there

87. Do you base the demon characters on any references etc? Not really, she just gets a general idea of popular demon designs and then makes up her own in her own style

88. Merchandise Katoh personally wants to have made: stuff that an adult could just use in their day to day life. Also, it's not gonna happen, but if her favorite figure brand made AoEx figures she could die happy

89. If Beelzebub's host body was a beautiful woman, how would Shima react? Would the womanizing win out over the bug phobia? Katoh replies that Shima would probably just faint from being near a girl that pretty, before the bugs even got involved

90. Will the twins ever get to smile and eat dinner together again?? We'll just have to wait and see!

91. What do you check at a "scenario check"? what's a scenario check man I dunno They check for people being out of character or the setting feeling off. They had a lot of these checks for the anime, but they also do them for the drama CD, games, and all that other stuff where multiple authors are involved

92. Why does Shura use baldy as an insult for people who are clearly not bald? She feels like they have some kind of metaphorical, mental kind of "baldness" and she's calling them out on it. Whatever that means

93. After Blue Exorcist ends, what do you want to draw next? She has SO MANY IDEAS, SO MANY

94. Did Katoh make up the Shinto chants that, for example, Izumo used against Gedouin? They're assembled from bits of actual Shinto prayers according to what feels right in the scene

95. Yukio reads the Jump SQ, right, and, just hear me out here, he likes gag manga, right? Does this mean he reads Salaryman Yukio? It's something he would read, but let's say that in the AoEx universe there's just a very similar manga that he finds oddly relatable

96. What do Yukio and Shima do in their free time on the Dominus Liminus? oh my god you guys this ship has so many amenities. Yukio probably spends time reading in the library, which they totally have. There's also, like, a gym, and a movie theater, and a THEATER theater, all of which are free. Shima probably hangs out at the pool (!) and goes to the movies, and hits on illuminati girls, lol

97. Easiest character to draw? The ones with boring simple hair, lol. Lightning gets an honorable mention for ALSO not having eyes in most shots, but Rin wins--he was specifically designed to be easy for Katoh to draw because that's what you want in your main character

98. How do demons understand gender? They just possess whatever feels like the best match to how they feel in Gehenna, whether that's a man, or a woman, or a rat, or whatever

99. Where do you start when you're coming up with a story? She starts with character design and how the characters relate to each other. Currently she's just continuing an existing story, so she works on splitting up the overall plot into episodes and fleshing it out with scenes and information about characters

100. When do you feel most happy? She honestly feels like she lives a very happy life overall. Mentions noticing a lot of little things, like how nice her cats' heads smell when she cuddles them or taking a nice cold refreshing drink of water. There's happiness in everything. aww.

#blue exorcist #interview #Ao no Exorcist #translation

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rwbyvein · 3 years

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Firen Lhain: Chapter 711: The Hart of the Oak: Part III/III

Ironwood walked into the lab and loomed over Doctor Pollendina's desk. "Tell me, Pietro, how are the new Knights coming along."

"We've figured out what not to do." Pietro said to him with a smile, but Ironwood's espressionless face looked back at him.

"Elaborate." Ironwood said to him.

"Oh, yes, well," Pietro stated, "we figured it would be hugely ineffective to give each and every one a complete, high degree of independence, so we've designed them to coodinate with a hierarchy. Considering they are Knights, we've decided to call them Sergeants and Captains. Or Maybe Baronettes and Barons."

"That is," Ironwood stated, and paused, "appropriate. And what of the other project?"

"She obviously won't be the same." Pietro stated.

"Improvements?" Ironwood asked.

"We'll obviously be learning from our mistakes before," Pietro said, "but no, that's not what I meant. She'll likely have the same memories as before, but she won't be the same. That's not the way Aura works."

"I expect you've learned at lot more about Aura?" Ironwood asked.

"Oh, indeed." Pietro stated. "Every living thing has an Aura."

"Even animals?" Ironwood asked.

"Animals, plants, insects." Pietro stated, "What's different with Humans, and Huntsmen in particular, is the EXPRESSION of the Aura."

"So?" Ironwood asked, "How does this apply to the Knights?"

"We have to get them to express their Aura." Pietro stated, and Ironwood gave him a confused look. "Like Humans do." Pietro then spun his chair around. "That's why it worked with PENNY."

"So?," Ironwood asked, "you've unlocked the mystery?"

"We never knew why PENNY was the one to express her Aura, but that's because we were looking for a technical solution." With this Ironwood's face fell.

"I don't like where this is headed." Ironwood stated, "Let me guess, the reason PENNY developed Aura is because?.."

"She was my daughter." Pietro said with a smile that quickly turned into a sad frown.

"If we have to raise them as children to get them to use Aura?," Ironwood asked, "what does this mean for the Knights?"

"Well, we're not certain." Pietro stated, and turned back towards his computer. "Our current hypothesis is that the Human interaction is the important part, whatever it's nature." He then turned back to Ironwood, "Though, obviously only positive ones. Knights that fight alongside Huntsmen will be the most likely to fully develop their Aura."

"So?," Ironwood asked and sighed, "we can't mass produce them?"

"But we can produce them." Pietro stated, and a weak smile appeared on Ironwood's face. "But also, because of their dependence on their Sergeants and Captains, they will likely share in their experience.

* * *

The crisp, white Atlasian uniforms stood in stark contrast to the grime and murk of the Atlasian sewers. The leader had his scroll open with the schematics of the sewers overlayed with the schematics of Belcrest Tower, the iconic home of 'Bluebonnet' Belamy's business empire. They used sonic scanners powered by Wind Dust to probe the walls, seeing the echos of unknown hollows. Despite their discovery, they continued out, sweeping the entirety of the sewers. They climbed the ladder out of the sewer to the streets above them. The leader picked up his radio to send a message. "Uniform One-Fife to Zero."

"Zero." the radio replied, "Go ahead Uniform One-Fife."

"Uniform One-Fire. Sweep complete. Area clear. Persons of Interest not found."

"Zero. Roger that Uniform One-Fire. Cleared to return to base."

"Uniform One-Fife Out." he stated, and put away the handset for the radio.

* * *

Jaune and Yang walked into the ground floor of the turret. They stepped around the table to let the others come in. "This is where y'all be stayin'." Yang said to them. "Ilia took the third floor, which leaves two and four. Oh, wait, what did Weiss' sis take?" Yang then picked up her scroll and rang.

"And Taj," Jaune stated, "is on the second."

"Yang?" Weiss asked from the other end, "How can I help you?"

"Just love hearing your beautiful voice, Linnet." Yang said, and then dropped her hand. Everyone was looking at her curiously. "Giving her a chance to coyly blush. Good God, she's good at that." Yang then brought the scroll to her mouth. "Tell me, sweet thing, where did your sis setup camp?"

"If you're asking where she will be sleeping, she chose the second floor of the turret. She found it efficient."

"Thank you, sweet thing." Yang said, and made an audible kissing noise. "So, looks like Weiss' sis setup on the second floor, which leaves the fourth for you. I'd show you around, but, it's a tower. Feel free to explore it yourself. Just, you know, play nice."

"We will be on our best behaviour." Cinder said with a wicked grin.

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CEM walked through the third floor. Emerald's eyes quickly caught sight of all of the possessions.

"You just can't help yourself, can you." Mercury said to her, and Emerald turned to glare at him. "You steal one thing, and everything we built up here."

"You just have to talk down to me, don't you?!" Emerald asked.

"I hate to do this, Emerald, but he's right." Cinder said to her.

"What are you saying?!" a hurt Emerald asked. "I thought you?.."

"I did recruit you, afterall." Cinder said to her, "Your ability to pickpocket is good, but you really have to do something about your desire to casually steal from people." CEM made it to the fourth floor, and looked at the four beds and the open floor plan, "And I suppose this is where we will be staying." she said, trying her best sound enthusiastic. She then sat on one of the beds. Mecury walked across from then and flopped on another. "You need to realize, Emerald, that you're not a starving orphan, anymore. And Mercury, you could be more understanding of the instincts that have helped her to survive all these years."

"I... yeah... I guess..." Mercury voiced. He then sat up, "Look, sorry. I mean, nothing personal, right? I don't want us to start group hugging, or something, but you guys are kind of like family. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You could just mug some drug lords and live like a king." Emerald said.

"I could." Mercury replied, and flopped back on the bed, "Doesn't mean I want to. I mean, you've got to have something to live for, right?" He then sat up with a start. "That fucking twat is rubbing off on me. What the fuck?"

"If you try to hug me, I'm punching you." Emerald stated.

"With good reason." Mercury voiced.

* * *

"So," Pietro continued, "Knights who follow their Sergeant and Captains will gain a portion of their abilities, and over time they will learn to work together."

"Do you need two levels?" Ironwood asked.

"Yes and no." Pietro stated, "Sergeant are required. Captains can be substituted for Humans, preferably Huntsmen."

"We have some glimmer of hope." Ironwood stated, and turned to walk away, hands clasped behind his back.

"We always did." Pietro replied.

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RWB + NR + I + A looked proudly at the multi-layered cake they had produced.

"Well," Weiss said, "we managed to produce a wonderful cake."

"Thanks to Ren and Aurora." Blake added.

"Well, yes..." Weiss voiced, "But the important thing is Jaune does not have to fear not getting cake for his birthday."

* * *

The Human forms moved silently through the forest when they felt a presence, as if the woods themselves were watching them. A great, terrifying voice bellowed out, "You come through my woods. Not only do you not have my permission, or that of my Earl, you come with evil in your hearts for him!"

* * *

Neo sat in the co-pilot seat of the airship as a message appeared on her scroll. Something about a black deer attacking them. She messaged them a few times, but got no reply. She confirmed that they were received. So, the deer was in the woods. It was impressive that he could take out half a dozen mercenaries so easily, but without him in the tower, things would be a lot easier.

#rwby #firen lhain #faunus au #pollinated knight

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theresa-of-liechtenstein · 3 years

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Alaska Airlines

BELOVED. every time i see one of their tails with the guy smiling on it i smile too. their colors being blue and green are also v nice, as those are two of my favorite colors. their old livery with the horizontal stripe was lovely but this is actually a rare case where i really like the new livery too.

i miss the stripe around the engines, but i like that the font is a little simpler, and smiley guy is bigger on the tail. yes king!

on the hawai’i-bound alaska flights, they plopped a little lei on the smiley guy and i thought that was cute, but they’ve since not included it in the new one i don’t think

embraer 175 starboard wing, with a very grand canyon beneath (in all senses of the word…). this was a very new plane, it almost looked like a little toy 😭

i think alaska’s shtick about having a boeing fleet is hilarious given that they literally acquired virgin america and in the process got a bunch of airbuses. though i think they used the pandemic as an excuse to sweep the airbuses under the rug and retrain airbus pilots to fly boeing 737s 🥴 don’t be suspicious don’t be suspicious

the only thing left to be desired for me about alaska is their pilot uniforms. navy blue uniform and brown shoes, really? but then again i barely have enough fashion sense so maybe i should just keep my mouth shut 🤫

also my first visit to a flightdeck was in an alaska airlines embraer 175 so they are special to me

finally…

doctor: alaska airlines pixar cars livery isn’t real it can’t hurt you

alaska airlines pixar cars livery:

(yes, it exist[ed]…i’m sorry to burden you with this information…)

#em speaks #em screams about planes #anon #send me an airline and i’ll give you my opinions about it

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gumnut-logic · 4 years

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Vacation

This one is for @vegetacide and directly relates to the art she created today :D

Thank you for being so wonderful ::hugs you:: This may go further, it may not. I’m out of brain cells at the moment and yawning while I type, so who knows :D

Warnings: Virgil/Kayo, Marks & Wings AU

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She cornered him.

In every way possible.

She knew him so well, she had every base covered.

She knew what he would say and made sure she had the answers before he could ask.

Later Scott described to him how she burst into his office with medical data she had pilfered from Grandma and downright demanded Virgil be pulled off rota. Scott said he hadn’t even had a chance to open his mouth.

Apparently, Scott had already identified the issue and had been about to approach Virgil, but Kay was faster, more determined and ready to kick his ass if he didn’t comply.

Scott would take on Kayo at her worst if necessary.

It wasn’t necessary.

Next, she targeted Gordon. His fish brother was rather peeved she had attempted to threaten him. As if he’d get a scratch on Two. Hell, if that happened, he’d be far more terrified of Virgil than Kayo. That was a longstanding agreement - Two came before Gordon’s life.

Of course, when Virgil heard about that he made a point of finding his brother and clapping him up the head as he outlined exactly what degree of bullshit that statement was.

Which was probably exactly what Gordon had planned, because, distraction.

Virgil liked to hope that the discussion was not related to why there was currently a six-inch scratch across Two’s nose. How it got there, he didn’t know, but what he did know was that Gordon would have a good reason.

Maybe.

He would think about killing him later.

But anyway, back to Kay, the love of his life, his tactical genius, the woman who knew him better than himself.

He supposed he only had himself to blame. After all, he did lift in his sleep, in the middle of a nightmare, and he could empathise with Kay waking up buried in feathers.

She had freaked.

Well, only as Kay would freak, which was cool, calm and deadly.

And full of worry.

She woke him, concerned he had hurt himself as their bedroom wasn’t quite wide enough to support his span and the ends of pinions had hit the walls with matching thuds. He remembered looking up at her blearily as she switched on her bedside lamp, reaching beyond his massive wing.

He had attempted to fold them as soon as his brain came online, but she had reached out and gently caught his forewing.

“Virgil, what’s wrong?”

He blinked, still not fully awake. The echo of his nightmare, one of falling through a burning building, falling....falling....

“Virgil?”

Huh? Oh. “What?” He was so polite. Shit.

His head hurt.

Her fingers combed through several of his feathers and he leant into the gentle gesture.

“What happened?”

He blinked and frowned in her direction. “What?”

Her hand gently lifted one of his feathers and he flinched. Ow.

Of course, that just set her off and she sat up in bed. He tried to fold his wings again, but her fingers still held the left one. Not hard, but determined and as his brain finally clicked, he knew he was in the shit.

“Your feathers are a mess!”

Yes, they were. They were well overdue a preen and a clean. Lifting during a rescue today, he had whacked his right wing on the support pylon of the bridge. There was probably a bruise, but he hadn’t had time to really look.

Time.

It was the key to everything.

He just hadn’t had enough.

And now he was really in the shit because Kay would just see it as not looking after himself. Which it wasn’t! He was planning on it in the morning...

“Virgil!”

Huh?

Her fingers brushed at his feathers in her lap. Black flickered in the lamplight as she smoothed them down ever so gently.

Oh, that was nice. His eyes drifted closed at her gentle ministrations.

“What happened?” Her voice was as soft as her touch and it lulled him. “Why haven’t you taken care of yourself?”

“I have.” Her fingers were absolute magic.

“You have bent feathers, Virgil.”

Even that warning tone in her voice wasn’t enough to draw him from the lull of her touch. “Mmm. ‘S nothing. Hit bridge.”

“You hit a bridge?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

Her fingers twitched just a little before smoothing in a soft sweep across his flight feathers.

“Mmm, nice.” He shifted closer and snuck and arm around her pulling her to his side. “Love you.”

Her voice was ever so faint. “Love you, too.”

Later hindsight could see through the fog of his half-asleep brain to the danger in her voice, but right then, all he wanted was for her to keep doing what she was doing.

And she did.

He fell asleep wrapped around her, her fingers preening his feathers ever so gently. Perhaps it was selfish of him, but his brain wasn’t functioning on any intelligent level.

He was simply focussed on her.

Of course, the next morning the fallout was of epic proportions.

Scott’s office and cornering Gordon all occurred before he had even woken up. She left him in their bed, wings sprawled inelegantly across the room.

He eventually woke, his face planted into her pillow. Rolling onto his side, he inadvertently caught his bedside lamp and smashed it against the wall. Its remains fell to the floor with a clatter.

A dopey blink and he realised his wings were out and filling the room. An incoherent grunt, he folded them and let them go.

It took him a whole couple of minutes to work out what the hell had happened. It wasn’t the first time he had lifted in his sleep, but...

Kay had been with him.

She wasn’t here now.

That wasn’t anything unusual, she always rose before he did, often before the sun. But he had an uneasy feeling, as if there was something he should be remembering and he wasn’t.

Eventually he crawled out of bed, showered, and went in hunt for his morning coffee.

She cornered him over pancakes.

“Good morning, Virgil.” She had his coffee already made and steaming on the counter in front of him. It was terribly distracting and it took him half a cup to realise they were alone in the kitchen. The pool was empty and the house was almost completely silent.

“Where is everyone?”

“Not here.” She dropped a plate in front of him. It contained a couple of pancakes with maple syrup, strawberries and cream.

He would never admit to how easily she played him, but she did. Distracted first by coffee and then by food, he settled into his seat and did not see any of it coming.

“We’re going to Canada.”

The pancakes were soft and melted in his mouth-

What? “Why? Do we have a situation?” He shifted his weight and was already half out his chair before her hand brought the movement to a sudden halt.

“You are on mandatory leave.”

He sat down hard. “What?” Again. “Why?”

“Because you need the time off.” She picked a strawberry off his plate and dipped it in some of the syrup. He couldn’t help but watch her bite into it.

Probably another aspect of her plan.

Kay really did think of everything.

“We are going to Canada. I’ve booked a chateau on a lake. We are going today.”

His brain finally caught up. “Do I get any say in this?”

She leant in close and brushed her lips against his cheek. “No, you don’t.”

And with that, before he could protest or question or even outright refuse, she stalked out of the room, her ponytail swinging with her hips like the goddamned carrot it always was.

So, without his permission or even consent, he found himself bags packed and loaded into Two as he sat in a back seat as a passenger.

It was either a little unnerving or a little reassuring - he hadn’t decided yet - to see Gordon flying Two while Virgil was perfectly healthy.

His younger brother was somewhat paranoid and kept looking over his shoulder the entire way. Gordon sat in his co-pilot seat because Kay had planted herself, in uniform, in Virgil’s pilot seat before either of them could protest.

Even Virgil wasn’t game to argue the point.

Consequently, Virgil sat in the backseat.

It was distinctly odd.

Several hours later he found himself the passenger in a deep grey-blue Audi, the love of his life negotiating some backroad in Canada.

He found himself with nothing to do but stare at her profile over his sunglasses.

She had hardly said a thing the entire trip, and slow his tired brain might be, he was still alert enough to hear the warning bells drowning out his heartbeat.

She was angry.

He could tell that much.

But he wasn’t entirely sure what type of angry or why.

Sure, she was obviously pissed at the condition of his feathers and really, she probably had a right to be. He had wanted to take care of them before bed, he would have been so much more comfortable. But both rescues that day had been hell. First the bridge where they had lost two people, despite saving sixty-seven others.

Scott’s vocabulary had been blistering and Virgil couldn’t help but agree.

Then there was the building fire, almost immediately after. He had miscalculated the support for the floor he had been traversing and the weight of the exosuit had taken it out and him with it.

Two stories of fracturing wood only to land on and break someone’s king-size bed on the third.

Scott’s vocabulary hadn’t been great after that either.

Grandma had been briefed and Virgil had been dragged off post-mission before he’d even managed post-flight.

Grandma’s vocabulary, while less for mature audiences, was no less concerned than her eldest grandson’s.

But he was fine and all he wanted was bed. Okay, so he didn’t mention the collision with the bridge pylon, but he was okay. It was only a bruise.

Kayo hissed between her teeth and overtook a lumbering truck that had slowed in her path.

The car’s engine roared under her determination.

That was the point he remembered mentioning the pylon to Kay.

Oh, shit.

The Canadian countryside flew past in its verdant green of summer. He hitched in a breath. “Love, I’m okay.”

The car accelerated abruptly, the white lines blurring. But Kay didn’t answer. She didn’t even look at him.

Oh, hell.

He was in it up to his eyeballs.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Virgil Tracy #Kayo Kyrano #virgil/kayo #marks and wings #vegetacide

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sheriff-caitlyn · 3 years

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Being dropped off by one of the Yipsnakes had been the first step in making sure the Demacians didn’t want her across the borders. The Yordle pilot had come in too fast, too low, and cut a vast swath of neatly-manicured grass and gravel path into disarray in the landing, a landing which must have looked more like a panicked skid to anyone watching. And everyone had been watching.

The pilot’s grin to the sheriff had been a private one, and Caitlyn had smiled back in the same way. But then she had fixed her face to sternness, and clambered out of the aircraft. Amidst the thrum of the engine and the backwash of the wind, she had strode forward towards the gates, her rifle across her shoulder and her hat in one hand.

They blocked her way immediately, with crossed spears.

She made sure to be apologetic at first. Yes, a terrible landing, so sorry, but time was of the essence, and she needed to get into the city as soon as possible. She had a thief to catch. And what’s this, they still don’t let her through? Urgency. And then impatience. And of course, she has to shout, because the pilot is having trouble with the plane and it is making ever so much noise, and skidding in a circle to tear up more of the lawn and pathway as it rights itself.

More guards. More confrontation. Caitlyn walks the fine line between troublesome and irritating, so that they have reason enough to hold her here at the gates and let her go no further, and to not get exasperated and simply let her through.

“I would like to speak to the captain.”

“Ma’am, I am the captain.”

They don’t like the aircraft. They don’t like her gun. They don’t like her accent, which she stresses as she starts to ‘lose her temper’. They don’t like her losing her temper. And then as the sun goes down and the shift changes, she starts all over again with the new guards, who go through the same explanations and the same tactics. These fresh faces haven’t had the chance to be exhausted with her yet. But give it time: the pilot is revving the aircraft again, and the noise alone is enough to make a battle-hardened soldier flinch.

Caitlyn questions their competence. Their loyalty. Their understanding of the situation. She even, as the hour of the theft passes, threatens to call the king directly.

“You are making a grave error here. I am here to help you!”

“Then you must relinquish your weapon.”

“Ydych chi'n meddwl fy mod i'n ffŵl?“

“... ma’am.”

Someone departs, and returns later with a message from Justicar Weatherby. He has given strict instructions to everyone on duty. Double-watch, uniforms perfect, constant patrols. The only ones getting anywhere near the Measured Tread were the ones who were protecting it.

And that was just the problem, wasn’t it? Demacia hadn’t learned. Pretending to be one of the guards was how C had succeeded in his theft last time. Caitlyn loudly and angrily shares this fact with the guards, none of whom seem particularly interested in her theory, or her outrage.

There is a carriage leaving Demacia, exiting the gates she is barred from. Caitlyn hears it going over a bump in the cobblestones. She does not look at it, does not acknowledge it. She is too busy being chastised by the guards, though goodness knows if she has the chance to raise her voice then so be it.

“-- you have kept me here all day! I have told you this was urgent! This delay is unconscionable, for the sake of your nation!”

Some of that might have been heard by the carriage, if the occupant was observant enough. She trusts they are. Voices tend to carry at night, and she is strident in her frustrated anger.

She is not allowed forward. She does not step back. She stays where she is, until the carriage is long out of sight and only the stars know where they have gone.

There is a clocktower in Demacia, a gift from Piltover to their allies in decades past. It is a beautiful structure, decorated with the zodiac and anthropormorphised Hours and Months, keeping faithful time even if the relationship between the two cities has deteriorated. It tolls the hour, and Caitlyn pauses mid-sentence to cock her head and listen. It has tolled the day away, but now, now it stops her.

She holds up a finger to the guard currently telling her to either give up her rifle or go home, and pulls out her hexphone. She dials a number, and waits.

“High Hall of Justice.”

“Yes, I would like to leave a message for Justicar Weatherby.” She says it loud enough that even the guards at the wall can hear her.

“... yes?”

“‘I told you so’.” She hangs up.

The guards in front of her exchange glances, frowns; they are unsettled by the sudden change of energy.

But Caitlyn is done here. Stiffly, she nods to the guards, then puts on her hat and turns and walks back to the aircraft. The pilot is glad to be gone, though mentions there’s a lovely little place that they really ought to stop in on the way back, a nice little tavern by the water, run by the pilot’s cousin, very good roasts done there...

“Sounds delightful,” Caitlyn says, as she crawls into her seat and buckles herself in. “I’m rather peckish after all that.”

From the air, she watches the roads, and rules a mental line between Demacia and Piltover. On the wall in her office, this line might be in red string. But from this perspective, it’s rather set in stone.

#the criminal c #si vis pacem para bellum #drabble #demacia #return to form

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