#( int: gideon. )

[despaiiring]

closed starter for gideon green / @greengideon

" Whaddya' think of the new recruit? I know he was supposed to be temporary, but I think we should keep him on for good. Throws a helluva hook. " Fingers takes a sip from the cardboard cup, wincing at the familiar bitterness of whatever drip they served at the weekly AA meetings. " It's crazy how much the team has grown. Remember when it was just me, you, and Red? Seems like forever ago. "

[cxpectopatronum]

feria.

Desde muy temprano eligió asistir al sitio. Arthur no rebosaba de dinero, por supuesto, pero deseaba aportar con lo poco que tuviese. Desde que Jonathan le había contado, se prometió hacer todo lo posible para apoyar a la asociación. Además, las actividades le parecían muy divertidas. Aunque, ahora estaba enterado, que las manualidades podían ser uno de sus talentos ocultos. —Oh, que lindo escarbato —observó al echar un vistazo a lo que estaba creando Gideon. Sí, ¿era un escarbato de colores, verdad?

arthur & gideon ( @thcgoodwitch )

[meetmeafftcrdark]

gideon prewett ( @thcgoodwitch ) said: 'Our job is to make sure you don’t get bloodied up too bad.’

– Por favor dime que ves la ironía en que tú, de todas las personas, me esté diciendo eso a mí –comentó, alzando una ceja en un gesto irritado. Emmeline ya nunca estaba de buen humor. El tiempo después de lo sucedido con Benjy sólo la tenía cada vez más enojada y ya no podía ir a misiones sin volver aunque fuera un poco perjudicada. Aún así, probablemente Gideon era alguien más propenso a meterse en peleas que ella, o al menos así lo pensaba.

[euphememoon]

“Be more careful next time. I don’t want to bandage you up again.”  ― @thcgoodwitch​

“Hipotéticamente hablando...” Comenzó a decir, mientras trataba de no tocar la herida recién adquirida. Quizás decir tonterías era su forma más adecuada de distracción. “Si volviera a caerme por esas escaleras una segunda vez, ¿Me ayudarías o no?” Preguntó, con la mirada fija en su acompañante. “Ten en cuenta que el nuevo golpe solo empeoraría el anterior... ¿De acuerdo? Es decir, imagina una Zoe llena de heridas en el suelo.”

[familyxxdutyxxhonor]

"Do the brave thing and bravery will follow."

[meetmeaftcrdarkarchive]

gideon prewett said: ❝ i’ll go with you, if you don’t want to be alone. ❞ / @thcgoodwitch​

– Gracias –apretó los labios y alzó levemente las comisuras. Emmeline siempre había sido buena haciendo las cosas sola, hasta lo prefería así. Pero era cierto que, en los últimos meses, todo se le hacía más difícil, por más que se sobre exigiera para que no fuese así, sobre todo en algunos días. Ese era uno en el que agradecía la compañía– No debería tardar mucho. 

[msmelissalin]

FOR: @drrutherford WHEN: October, 24' WHERE: Rutherford Estate. Post visiting Andrew.

Melissa Lin wasn't one to outwardly cuss, but it was sitting on the tip of the tongue.

In her tenure of working for the Rutherfords, she'd seen them undergo fire more times than she'd seen birthdays. Like their own personal fire service, she'd put out a lot of them. Legally, non-legally. And if there was one thing she was certain of, it was that they always came out on top. So why was there a sinking in her chest, one that told her this might not be as easy an escape as the previous times? This wasn't a game of chess right now. Instead, she likened it more to battleships. Taking shots in the dark, and just praying one would land.

Her meeting with Andrew had been one of worry, even if she'd placated her features into one of composure. Although, she wasn't sure if she'd done a good job in that regard. Unlike most people, her mask was ill-fitted in Andrew's company, unable to stop her features from giving her away. It was a talent he had; it seemed.

And now he was gone, and she was left alone with her own thoughts...she realised that whatever step they took next could change so much.

Taking down the grand staircase that she'd walked a thousand times, hand smoothing over the oak wood of the bannister, riches displayed in a way only people of their statue could manage. She'd always loved this place from the moment she'd walked through the doors. Even if she'd actively attempted to run from the money her parents had grossed, it'd hadn't been the wealth. No, she loved luxury too much...but it'd been the confines that'd been attached to their money.

Melissa had needed her own, and she'd needed to make it her own way.

And still, her home held no candle to this place.

Three steps from the bottom was where she halted.

"I didn't expect to see you here."

[lucaswarmhotchocolate]

kinda wanna make a gideon build when I get past the lvl.200 threshold... ng+2 maybe. I just think his staff is rlly cool. the idea is to get to level 200-230 ish so I can put some levels into either strength or dex (forgot what his staff scales with lol) and see if I can make the bonk a legit feature of the build. I just wish I could get his exact character model replicated on my tarnished, but ER doesn't believe in slouching :-(

[benjaminvox]

His backstory was more than just a casual lore dump, at least...to him.

Usually, Benjamin remained professional. He'd been created by Melissa, moulded into the man that he'd become through constant states of learning. Everything she did was a lesson, and he'd been wise to learn that quickly. She had no patience for fools, and he'd spent one too many days on the end of that (what felt like) eternal glare. And somehow, in Gideon's presence, a man he respected...

that grasp slipped through his fingers sometimes.

And he'd hate to be at the end of Melissa's wrath should he offend her favourite. Bitterness laced the end of that internal tone, but it was muted. It was when Gideon barked back, that he felt the need to heel, "That's the point, though, isn't it? You didn't stop think..." he dropped the harshness of his tone, instead he simply told him. Straight to the point.

Not everything is as easy as it seems, he wants to say. But the other, more logically part of Benjamin knows that Gideon understands that. He took a moment, to roll out the tension that'd set between his shoulder blades, as he watched Gideon's reaction as he recounted how he'd ended up here.

"I'm listening..."

Having Gideon's attention, for anyone who'd spent their life admiring The Rutherford's couldn't deny it was a thrill: he was but a man. But in the same breath, he felt he could never truly understand...still, he tried. The things he'd witnessed, and then perpetrated himself to get to this position. He'd learned early on that nothing came without a price. Even life, the price: death.

The name, Étienne's, brings a sense of fear into Benjamin that he'd never been able to replicate elsewhere, even when he thought he might die. Instead, with a thick swallow, and his blood running cold, he gave a nod. "Yep." he couldn't say more, didn't trust his voice to stay strong.

He hated it, that inherent weakness...that choking fear. With the Rutherford's, he'd never had to worry that he might round a corner. They aided that hatred, had let it fester in him when he'd been a young, impressionable boy...and promised him he'd get his vengeance one day.

It's Gideon's confession that has him turning his head. Maybe he could understand how it changed people -- especially children. "I'm sorry you were subjected to the same fate, whether similar or not." and he meant that, regardless of all else. He wished that on no one. "Resignation in it was never an option for me...I can't let it go."

He listened, he watched...and Benjamin realises they're probably still worlds apart...they'd taken a least one step forward. Something...anything. But they'd never see eye to eye on one thing.

Melissa.

It was both infuriating...and that intrusive thought, the one he banished knew that in his absence, he got her attention. But was she truly happy? And that'd always bug a man whose purpose was to see her both happy, and impressed.

“Mine." people were so often scared to take the blame for their actions, their choices. Every decision made got them to the place they needed be...Melissa never forced him to be there. He came here of his own free will. "It wouldn’t be her fault. I chose it, this. I needed something... someone I could believe in, after my family. And it couldn't be the same person who ripped them away from me”

"And it couldn't be a normal life...this anger in me? It needs to be channelled somewhere. A local boxing ring isn't gonna do it. Instead, I need to be occupied," Melissa often said tamed, like he was a beast she was caging until she needed to release him. "My parents... their choices weren’t about loyalty, fuck, it was some part greed. The other? I don't know...survival, fear. They didn’t care what it cost anyone else as long as they were safe.”

Not thinking of their children.

He meets Gideon’s gaze, "She doesn’t hide. She faces her shit, no matter the risk. It’s not perfect, Jesus, half the time I wanna quit my job, the other time I'm close to a mental breakdown...but it’s something I can respect. And if I die for it, then... that’s on me."

"Benjamin, you're dumping your bloody backstory on me for the first time. Excuse me if I haven't stopped to think about your reasons before this. Money or otherwise." His voice is terse, irritated by the surly suggestion that he should've divested more time philosophizing over the young thug's motives, simply because he works in healthcare.

... Who's got the fucking time for that?

But he's more than willing to admit it's new information, which is why he waves a hand a moment later, prompting the young man to continue. "Well, go on... I'm listening." It helps that Benjamin starts with a quip about how he doesn't know Melissa Lin – which is easy enough to ignore – because shockingly, Gideon has zero interest in getting to know her any better than he already does. That's old news.

The knowledge that Benjamin's family has French origins, is new, however. He wouldn't have figured it, not with a surname like Vox. Étienne's name also rings a bell. Gideon glances over his shoulder to make sure there aren't bystanders around who shouldn't overhear such a gory conversation. "The one who broke Melissa's jaw?"

Though he dislikes her, and still feels she'd invited retaliation after choosing to profit off of crime, it doesn't mean he's wholly insensate, not even when it comes to Melissa. It was an ugly episode, barbaric, and seeing her with her jaw wired shut in the hospital hadn't brought him the pleasure that she or Benjamin might've assumed it would.

"For the record... I don't know what life your parents led, or what choices they made, but I know what it's like to lose both parents in the blink of an eye." Does Benjamin know it about him?... He isn't sure what Melissa has or hasn't shared with the boy.

"And I don't think any kid deserves that." Is it awkward to opt for sympathy after he'd upbraided the young man mere minutes ago?...

... Yes. Hell yes. Gideon takes a swig of his beer.

He even lets Benjamin speak with worshipful tones about Melissa without interrupting. Which frankly, says a lot. But Gideon has a different question for him, now. "You said your parents were disloyal, yet you blame the French for their demise. You're loyal to Mrs. Lin. If you changed your mind and died for it, who'd be to blame? You or Mrs. Lin?"

Think, he wants to tell the young man. He still wants to shake him, albeit a little more gently, now. The nicer one who pulls the strings, is still the one who pulls the strings.

[cxpectopatronum]

👻 - tell ghost stories

―Espera, espera, espera... ¿Catarino era el hermano que se fue de viaje y se perdió? ―Interrumpió la historia de Gideon de pronto. No lo hacía porque le había asustado, claro que no, sólo porque se había olvidado del nombre del personaje, sí.

🎃. @thcgoodwitchg & gideon

[meetmeafftcrdark]

gideon prewett ( @thcgoodwitch ) said: “Here I am, minding my own business, and someone thinks it’s funny to throw a book at me.”

– No te lo tomes como que estoy dudando de tu testimonio, pero... ¿seguro no hiciste nada? –preguntó, alzando las cejas con una pequeña sonrisa, mientras miraba el pequeño espacio rojo en la frente de su novio, que ya comenzaba a hincharse– ¿Y que esto fue un libro?

[death-rebirth-senshi]

Should Hotaru have the extra DoT and vibe of black flame or should she have devastating bleed build up. Well I don't really have to choose do I.

Other question should Minako be a dex faith build or an int faith build. Int/Faith mostly because if anyone should be using Radagon's Rings of Light it should be her, but then I'm not sure if golden order fundamentalist quite fits. Also the eternal "int/faith has no weapons" issue.

[nahim]

a subtle spark of appreciation ignited in nahim’s gaze as his beloved island was spoken of so highly; he was already familiar with malta’s size being an easy target for mocking and threats, both of which he’d already received despite holding the position for less than half a year – all things considered, it was a good start. for once, it was a refreshing change to have the archipelago appreciated. “you’ll have to return sometime,” nahim made a mental note to have bastjan keep a closer eye on gozo as a precautionary measure; even the possibility of a visit from another councilman required the utmost attention. “tourism’s high and likely will be until early october,” dropping his gaze to inspect his claws, the corners of nahim’s lips quirked up into an impish smile as he met the older councilman’s eye again. “means the hunting opportunities are at their best if you’re in need of a little bloodsport to take the edge off. i can’t imagine returning to your post has been a… shall we say… seamless process, hm?”

nodding as he listened, nahim offered a curt nod of appreciation for the burst of the councilman’s time he’d been privy to and bit back a smile as gideon extended his welcome, nodding again in acknowledgement. “for the most part, they’ve been manageable. though… i admit, my expectations were low to begin with. we both know my predecessor was hardly a man of… well, any talent when it came to his handling of the position.” waving away the memory of marcellino with a roll of his eyes, nahim ran a hand through his curls with a sigh, cocking his head as he focused his attention in on the councilman before him again. “so what brought you back to the castle? any particular reason?”

Gideon studied his counterpart for a minute, noting a sense of observation on him that left him curious as to Nahim's true nature. They all had one. One they didn't necessarily show one another. A mask kept over a face that only opened once all doors were shut. "Gideon. Israel." He answered easily. "I've been, a time or two. Gozo is a favorite spot of mine to vacation." He added, a small grin to his features. "Unfortunately you'll find I'm not usually one to mingle. But you're catching a rare moment. My return has sparked up a few moments of social generosity. I feel as though you weren't the chair last time I was in the castle. Welcome. I hope the others have been...." He tried to search for the word, knowing Raphael could be overbearing to say the least. "Inviting."

[saccgiriangel]

Welcome to my acc!!

I have many names but you can call me MONI/MARK/MIGUEL/TEGIRI (TEG)/ICHIKA/GIDEON/DANTE/EZEQUIEL (you dont have to use all of them, as long you respect them, im okay), im a weird freaky guy who likes to do silly things.

More info about me under cut:

BASIC INFO:

Minor

He/Him pronouns

My birthday is June 20 (gemini gang ♊️)

ESFJ - 4w5

For the Homestuck fans, im a heir of breath and prospit dreamer (my true sign is Gemus)

Chaotic good

multi / rarepair shipper

multifandom

white latino (argentinian) (ESP/ENG)

selfshipper (ezekiel's bf 🤭💚✨️)

artist and writer (Sometimes)

in my total drama and avril lavigne era

INTERESTS:

Total drama (lol)

Homestuck

Scott pilgrim (all medias)

Lacey Games

Horror media content in general (games, shows, movies, books, etc)

Literature

History

Creepypastas + MLP Creepypastas

DDLC

Vocaloid

Internet

PJSEKAI / Project Sekai

Bandori

The Eltingville Club

Madoka Magica

Animanga

AUs (Alternative Universes)

Shipping

Zero Day

Disventure Camp

NSO (Needy Streamer Overdose)

Zodiac Signs

Etc...

BYF / B4 U INT.:

I use and need tone tags, its not obligatory to use them but I would be grateful if you do so

I write fast so I will often have mistakes in words.

Stupid to clarify this but im neurotypical

I am a slow person when it comes to make (art) requests or answer some questions in my askbox, be patient and feel privileged if I get to answer ur question in the askbox fast (😅)

I can be annoying about my interests (including my AUs)

I don't like to talk about political issues and I don't tolerate questions regarding my political opinions or views on something, I don't mind arguing but I would prefer that you leave out the political stuff when talking to me (and also because I'm stupid and don't have the skills to debate about it)

TAGS FOR THE ACC

#sacc_intro: self explanation

#sacc_reblog: all my reblogs

#sacc_art: all my art posts

#sacc_talks: texts or things I say for no reason

#sacc_ask: all my asks

#sacc_fankids: my fankids / fankid requests

#total drama island of the chaos / #tdiotc: my td swap AU posts

I dont have a DNI list, if i dont like u or i find u annoying i will just block you owo 🎀✨

Mutuals/Friends:

@thatpersonkiwi @urielmid

Other Accs + Social medias

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[ouatnextgen]

these are some stock images i found that are giving christmas cygnet scholar! 😁

Adorable! That last one is so cute, I had to write a drabble for it <3

Thanks for sending these!

(drabble under the cut)

Christmas in Storybrooke was always...a bit different from what the movies said small town Christmases were like.

That doesn't mean they didn't try, though.

They didn't have a mall, or...any place really, where kids could meet and take pictures with 'Santa,' so every year they'd doll up an old abandoned farm house and dub it 'Santa's Workshop.' They'd hire in some older guy to play Santa--it almost always ended up being Gepetto--and manage to convince the local youth on Christmas break to be hired on as his elves.

Hence, why Hope and Gideon were in their current predicament.

Usually, to gain Christmas present money, Hope would shovel driveways and sidewalks for her elderly and/or lazy neighbors.

But it was December 20th, and it had not snowed a single inch.

Desperate, Hope had taken the Santa's Workshop job, and convinced her best friend/ secret boyfriend to do it with her.

Gideon was always good at saving money, so he didn't necessarily need to take the job. But he never could say no to Hope.

Which was how he ended up in a scratchy green tunic, ill-fitting green tights, and a stupid hat with giant plastic elf ears attached to the sides.

"I'm telling you, Gid. We need to come up with our elfsonas." He and Hope had been tasked with sweeping up the pine needles under the large Christmas tree, which was a never ending battle between sticky, sappy pine needles and the worst broom known to man.

"Hmm. Well, what's a good elfsona name?" Gideon smirked and leaned his chin against the broom handle. Even in an abhorrently colored green dress and plastic elf ears, Hope still managed to look beautiful.

"Tinsel McSleigh?"

"Jingle Holidayson." Gideon offered.

"Mary Christmas...but spelled M-A-R-Y."

"Pepper M. Int."

"Frosty the Elfman."

"Buddy the Elf, but not that one."

A shadow suddenly fell over the Christmas tree. "Elves. Quick yapping and get back to work." Gretel, who'd been hired on as 'head elf,' was standing there with her hands on her hips, looking grumpy.

"Sorry, Gretel." They both chimed, and giggled a little bashfully.

As soon as Gretel walked away, the conversation recommenced. Just quieter.

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After a grueling six hours of sweeping pine needles, herding small children through long lines, and wrapping prop presents, the two teens were more than excited to ditch their 'elfsonas' and leave.

"Freedom!" Hope lifted her arms and spun around. "Until tomorrow, at least. Aw, man..."

Gideon chuckled, lightly tossing his arm around her shoulder. "Think of the paycheck, Hope."

"Eyes on the prize." She agreed, squinting up at the sky. "It looks like it's gonna snow."

Gideon looked up as well. Sure enough, the clouds had that...look to them, like something was gonna happen. "Let's hope it at least snows in time for Christmas."

"Bet you $5 of my elf money that it'll be too cold for snow." She shivered, snuggling closer to Gideon. "'Cause that's just our luck."

"Actually, that's a common misconception. Snow can occur at any cold temperature, it's the humidity of an area that determines how much snowfall-"

Hope reached up and gently grabbed Gideon's cheek. "Hey, Gid?"

"Uh...yeah?" He blushed.

"I'm gonna kiss you now."

So she did, cupping his cheek in her cold hand.

The kiss was chaste and short, but Hope always had a way of leaving Gideon breathless no matter what.

"What ever happened to surprising our parents with us at Christmas dinner?" He asked, moving his arm around her middle like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Hope shrugged, mischief dancing in her blue eyes. "They won't find out. Watch." She kissed him again, this time using her hand to block their connected lips from view. "Foolproof."

They pulled away from each other, grinning like idiots in love. And that's when they noticed the change in weather.

"Hey! It's snowing!" Hope held out her hand, catching a fat snowflake on her palm.

Gideon chuckled. "Wow. It's like our kiss made it snow, or something."

"I mean...stranger things have happened in this town." Hope cocked her head, genuinely considering the possibility.

"Sure. Let's go with that. It's not just nature." He took her hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it. "Let's go home. I seem to remember you promising me a Mario Kart rematch."

She smirked, competitive side flaring. "Ready for me to win again, you mean?"

"You wish!"

The two of them continued to bicker, all the way home.

[meetmeafftcrdark]

ted tonks ( @orchidcovs ) said: “He might’ve mentioned it.”

– ¿Tal vez? Oh, para la próxima hablaré directamente contigo o con Andrómeda –meneó la cabeza, como gesto de desaprobación, pero mantenía una sonrisa en el rostro.