#And I was not unarmed
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Today I got to tell a story no one in my family had heard before.
I used to live in Virginia and would travel odd hours on little back roads that never had cell signal when you needed them (usually, the military interfered with cell signal). My car was in the process of catastrophic electrical failure which wouldn’t be diagnosed for the next couple of weeks. So naturally, late in the evening, my car died on the side of the road at a stop sign in the middle of nowhere where I couldn’t call, and I started walking to the service station a few miles up the road.
A car pulled over and a guy about my age rolled down the window and asked if the car back the other way was mine, and if I needed a lift. I said sure - just to the gas station because I know that’s where the signal comes back, and hopped on in.
The guy was very nice, a little socially awkward but aren’t we all - and in an attempt to make a joke, he said: “I’m a little surprised you accepted the ride - aren’t you afraid I might be a serial killer?”
and without turning, I laughed and said: “Nah -what’re the odds we both are?”
Man, I wish I had a picture of his face...
#it was like when you don't know what to do with a compliment#or weird fact you didn't need to know#followed by abject horror as it clicked in what I had just said#and he had to stop and think if *I* was joking or being serious#I like to keep people on their toes#I thought it was funny#AND IT WAS#IT WAS HILARIOUS AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE#And I was not unarmed#I had three knives on me in various places and probably outweighed him by forty pounds and had just enough rage#to fight a bear if I needed to#I was in no hurry to get back to base#if I went to jail for murder well that was a pretty solid excuse for not showing up to duty
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I feel like most of the Wyll x Gale/Bladeweave content I see focuses on "Look at these two charming gentlemen! Lovely fancy lads <3" and like yes, totally, but also. Also.
These two would be such a sassy, bitchy, passive-aggressive couple
Gale "I won't take this lying down. That seems more your style" Dekarios and Wyll "I was wrong about you. You aren't actually insufferably randy. You're just insufferable" Ravenguard?
Gale "I'd wish you a bright future, but as you cannot escape your own company that would be a futile gesture" Dekarios and Wyll "I used to think first love was unsurpassable but you're much more tolerable now that you've found your second" Ravenguard?
These two would go to a ball, take a few turns around the dancefloor, have a lovely evening, and then spend the entire trip home living their best Statler and Waldorf lives just roasting everyone who annoyed them
And gods help you if you manage to genuinely piss off both of them. Forget swords and spells, they'd eviscerate you with their words alone
They may not be as openly catty as Astarion, but their gentlemanly demeanor just means when they roast someone they do it ~eloquently~, and I for one love that for them
#gale dekarios#wyll ravengard#bladeweave#gale x wyll#to be clear i say this with all the love in my heart#but yeah these two are exactly the kind of little shits to say 'i'd challenge you to a battle of wits but i see you're unarmed' unironically#tbh everyone in this party is Real Sassy when they want to be#but yeah despite their surface politeness these two know how to Roast
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Close encounter.
Based on my captura screenshot~ Stalker's specter got stuck in this very… fortunate pose.
#gave him hate cos it felt wrong for him to be unarmed#I love my bobhaircut nekros <3#nekros#stalker#warframe stalker#warframe captura#warframe#perspective is kinda fucked but its just a self indulged piece so whatever#warframe nekros#my art 💙
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mods, pin him down and rip out his tongue.
#twdg#the walking dead game#twdg fanart#minerva twdg#louis twdg#lilly twdg#delta twdg#twdg s4#i don’t know#im very sorry#military group forcibly de-tongues unarmed black teenager#my art
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WHY IS HE SO ZESTY "HE'S ATTACKING AN UNARMED MAAAN!!" I THINK YOU WANT A MAN
#mays notes#ninjago#lego ninjago#lego ninjago jay#jay ninjago#jay walker#ninjago jay#HES ATTACKING AN UNARMED MAN#i love morro
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A few interesting parallels in the SoC duology that I don’t think I’ve seen anyone talk about yet
(Analysis/discussion of these parallels/quotes may come later if anyone's interested)
“These creatures were made to be weapons” - Jarl Brum on Grisha, Six of Crows chapter 35
“He looked like what he truly was: a weapon” - Jesper Fahey on the Khergud, Crooked Kingdom chapter 36
“Welcome to the Hellshow” - Kaz to Nina, Six of Crows chapter 6
“Welcome to the Ice Court, Nina Zenik” - Matthias to Nina, Six of Crows chapter 34
“Is this a play?” - Alys Van Eck “Yes love, and you’re the star” - Jesper Fahey, Crooked Kingdom chapter 8 when Alys is taken captive
“What was this but a play Kaz had staged, with that poor sucker Kuwei as the star?” - Jesper Fahey on the auction plan, Crooked Kingdom chapter 36
“he looked like a priest come to preach to group of circus performers” - Inej on Kaz’s appearance in comparison to the rest of the Barrel, Six of Crows chapter 2
“started to preach” - Inej on Kaz leading a coup against Per Haskell, Crooked Kingdom chapter 27
“Whoever he had become, Matthias was not going to shoot someone unarmed. He'd not yet sunk so far” - Matthias Helvar, Six of Crows chapter 29
“I am unarmed” - Matthias Helvar, Crooked Kingdom chapter 38
"I didn't even know the rules of Makker's Wheel" - Jesper Fahey on his first night gambling in the Barrel, Six of Crows chapter ()
"He knew his guns better than he knew the rules of Makker's Wheel" - Jesper Fahey on the concept of aim and its relationship to his life and his zowa/Grisha abilities, Crooked Kingdom chapter 36
“a tiny voice inside him said he should offer to take the drug as well […] maybe he could have helped to draw the parem out of Nina’s system and set her free. But that was a hero’s voice and Jesper had long since stopped thinking he had the makings of a hero” - Jesper Fahey, Six of Crows chapter 44
“Matthias gave you the remaining parem, didn’t he?” “So?” “[…] I can’t let my father down again. I need the parem as a security measure” “No” “Why the hell not?” - Jesper and Kaz in discussion about the auction plan, Crooked Kingdom chapter 30
I'll probably be back to add more, feel free to add your own as well
#prepared to cry every time the unarmed quotes come up omg#and i love parallels we all know that but also#another thing from chapter 36 that we do not talk enough about#'it's not a gift it's a curse' but when it came down to it Jesper's life had been full of blessings#His father his mother Inej Nina Matthias leading them across the muddy canal#Kaz even Kaz#with all his cruelties and failings had given him a home and a family in the dregs when Ketterdam might have swallowed him whole#and wylan#wylan who had understood before Jepser ever had that the power inside him might be a blessing too#like this quote????????#it's so underrated?????????????#in fact stay tuned because now that I'm thinking about it it's probably about to get its own post#six of crows#crooked kingdom#grishaverse#jesper fahey#leigh bardugo#kaz brekker#inej ghafa#wylan van eck#nina zenik#matthias helvar#soc meta#six of crows analysis#kanej#wesper#helnik#this has been in my drafts for months and months and months literally just because i couldn't be bothered to find the chapter references lo
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Do not let acolyte be what shapes your understanding of the Jedi, because acolyte does not understand the Jedi
#i mean seriously#it thinks Jedi let their opponents have their weapons back because#“Jedi don't fight the unarmed”#it made that up based on a mangled understanding of the Jedi trying not to kill their enemies filtered through (shudders) fanfiction#pro jedi#in defense of the jedi#anti acolyte#anti the acolyte#the acolyte critical#acolyte critical#wooloo-writes#wooloo writes#star wars#sw
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All these drawings of my boy and I realize I haven't really drawn crazed resonant eyes on him before.
So here's him based on the idea that he's guarding the WoL and holding something up while they're wrapping up some other job.
#ffxiv#fan art#digital art#zenos yae galvus#adventurer zenos#guard dog zenos guard dog zenos#magitek unarmed zenos- the absolute menace#I also find it so funny that he accidently inherited soulsight from his great-grandfather#and I do not doubt for a second that he'd learn how to abuse it in a fight#I enjoy drawing him being a feral dork but I always characterize him being a lot calmer as an adventurer
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I just want a nice, cute, and emotional moment between this three
like they've already lost two brothers, and now Will is going to fuckin Tartarus, I would be worried af if it was my sister
Bonus :3
#Ofc Will's not gonna die#I trust anyone who goes to tartarus wearing shorts and flip flops#and runs unarmed into a battle#will solace#austin lake#kayla knowles#apollo being a good dad#nico di angelo#percy jackson#the sun and the star#solangelo
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random thought, but i had a vivid image of, if helsknight and welsknight ever saw each other without armor (or just helsknight out of his armor tbh), helsknight showing welsknight the scar tanguish gave him and saying "this was intended for you."
i don't know how in character that is, but tbh it's haunting me. maybe it's part of helsknight's revenge against welsknight or something, calling out his unknightly behavior and unhonorable conduct.
"You didn't answer my summons."
Helsknight froze. It was a quick, momentary startle, a short-circuit of normality. The moment he did it, every instinct told him to keep moving. That old command [Do something.] blared loud in the quiet surprise of his mind. So he moved his hand to pick up the brush on his table, and pretended to be unconcerned.
"I'm not a dog. You can't call me to heel," Helsknight said simply. He smirked and growled, "Though if you feel like losing some limbs, feel free to try."
Behind him, Wels shifted uncomfortably. Helsknight liked making Wels uncomfortable, he didn't handle it well. He was a creature used to comfort and ease. Inconvenience often galled him more than a sword to the throat. Different tactics for different battlefields, and this battlefield was a delicate one.
Helsknight was cleaning his arms and armor, which was one of several reasons why he hasn't leaped for a fight when Welsknight had called him to one. He was only in a tunic and breeches. It was luck he even had his boots on. He had offered to run errands with Tanguish, but Tanguish had said he was visiting his church and wanted to go on rooftops. So Helsknight stayed home, and he left his boots on. That was the other reason Helsknight hadn't answered the call: Tanguish wouldn't know where he was, and he knew Tanguish got paranoid about being left behind. Besides, Helsknight had chores he could do at home [like cleaning his arms and armor] so he stayed. Cleaning the chainmail was almost a formality. Hels was hot and dry, and he wore it often enough that the rings clattering together cleaned themselves. But sometimes he just liked putting an extra shine on things, so he took out his brush and oil and started brushing it down for any miniscule specks of rust or broken links he could find.
Wels, always keen on the times he wasn't wanted, decided now was the perfect time to show up in his living room. He stood awkwardly, waiting on Helsknight to make some aggressive movement. When none came, he cautiously stalked further into the tiny living space. His emotions were loud and uncomfortable without the distance between their respective worlds to dampen them, and they clung like smoke against Helsknight's skin. Caution at an unfamiliar space. Disgruntlement at being ignored.
[Guilt, like ash on a burn.]
"Is this... Yours?" Wels asked, glancing around.
"No, I'm just squatting in a random house. Sounded like a fun way to spend a Tuesday."
Helsknight felt the ant-bite sting of vicarious agitation and smirked. He was already getting on Wels's nerves.
[Good.]
"Couldn't build something nicer?" Wels snapped impatiently.
"I'm a fighter."
Helsknight found a place on his chainmail to brush down and got to work. The rough, grating twinge of the coarse bristles on chain made Wels wince. Helsknight always found the noise pleasant. Like scratching an itch.
"So?"
"I have better things to do than spend hours building the perfect house."
Wels scoffed and looked around the room with renewed disdain. "Where's your little devil?"
It took Helsknight a moment to place what he was asking. He sneered, a quiet bearing of teeth, and caught the flicker of red in the reflective shine of his chainmail. Wels looked pointedly away from him.
[Like ash on a burn.]
"Not feeling remorse... are we, crusader?" Helsknight asked, finding a new place to polish. The coin-drop clatter of chain, and the shrill scrape of bristles filled the silence like an accusation.
"Of course not," Wels sniffed disdainfully, still refusing to meet Helsknight's eye.
"Careful." Helsknight murmured, that red flash reflecting off his chainmail again, anger simmering. "Lying's a sin."
"Why would I feel remorse for protecting my home?"
"A crusade well fought I'm sure."
"It's not a crusade!" Wels snapped, his own anger a living thing raising hackles. "A crusader invades! A crusader fights a holy war just for the principle."
"Right. And you're fighting because--"
"Because I'm protecting Tango."
"-because it's for his own good?"
Wels didn't exactly wince, but he did still, as though he'd heard someone draw a blade from its scabbard. Helsknight might as well have unseated his sword. He had stopped scrubbing, all pretense of work falling. The need to pace, to circle, to corner, rose up in Helsknight like a waking beast.
"Interesting choice of words. Protecting." Helsknight said, his voice low, his hands still. "I was under the impression they were friends. Do you often protect Tango from the people he's begging you to spare?"
"That doesn't matter." Wels said so firmly it was almost convincing. Almost. "People are convinced they need an abusive relationship. That doesn't change the fact it's bad for them."
"So many interesting words today," Helsknight hissed. He stood like a dark tower rising, all embered fury slowly stoking. Wels didn't bother turning to face him. He could feel his intent like thunder. "Abuse. Brings to mind the image of power. I do have a question."
"I didn't come here for your stupid questions."
"No, you came here looking for a fight."
"I didn't."
"You really do need to tame that lying tongue."
"I didn't come here for a fight."
"Did it feel powerful?" Helsknight demanded, pacing a step, and loathing the tiny room for denying him the space to circle. "The voice. The command. How did it feel."
"Shut up."
"To have someone begging you not to hurt them," Helsknight continued relentlessly. "Not your stupid play fighting on your stupid little server. True, shaking, terror. Did it feel good, crusader? Just?"
"I told you to shut up!" Wels shouted, taking a threatening step forward only to find Helsknight had closed the space between them and stood looming like a rook on a tombstone.
Fear, a caged thing howling, battered against Helsknight's anger. It made Helsknight feel almost giddy, the crash of malicious schadenfreude and self-righteousness against Wels; a flickering thing of brittle will. They made a terrible ouroboros together, fear feeding anger feeding elation feeding fear. They were always like this. No matter how calm either of them tried to be, once anger kindled in one, their emotions burned until there was nothing left but fury and loathing. Helsknight had been made to cut Wels down to size.
"Do you know what that kind of fear does to people?" Helsknight demanded again, his voice so near a whisper it was smothering. They were so close together, but they made so little noise, all will and wide eyes. "What happened to mercy for the helpless, crusader?"
"He wasn't helpless," Welsknight said, trying very hard not to back down. "He stabbed me."
"And a drowning rat bites. I wouldn't call it an apex predator. Certainly I wouldn't call it a danger to you, with your full armor and sword." Helsknight bared his teeth at Wels, something like a bitter grin. "I wasn't wearing armor."
Wels looked down, where Helsknight had drawn up his tunic to reveal the new scar in his abdomen. Wels looked like he'd stopped breathing.
"This was intended for you," Helsknight said. "You should thank me."
"You're-- you're here telling me he's harmless," Wels laughed nervously. "But he almost killed you. You."
Something in Helsknight snapped, and in the moment it took him to reach for it with white knuckles and compose it again, he'd shoved Wels hard in the chest. It didn't knock his other half off his feet, but he stumbled back hard enough hit the opposite wall. Not hard enough to hurt, but certainly hard enough to warn.
"He did," Helsknight snarled, pacing forward slow steps. "That's what terror does to helpless people, crusader. It makes them bite. It makes them beg. It makes them clamor to live. You. Did. That. What did it feel like to abuse that kind of power Wels? To turn someone into a scared animal? To make someone so desperate they would almost kill a friend? Did you find your righteousness there crusader?"
Helsknight didn't know what he planned on doing. Violence was in his blood like a serpent, and he wanted it. And Wels knew he wanted it. There was the ring of drawn metal, and the silver-bright glint of an enchanted blade in a dark room. Helsknight's advance stopped at the top of Wels's sword, not close enough to hurt, but close enough to warn.
"Stop." Wels said. A command. A plea.
"I'm unarmed."
"That doesn't matter."
Helsknight smiled, and there was loathing and euphoria in it, and the wine-dark dread of Wels right on the other side of it. The knowledge of a line crossed, a battle he hadn't even realized he was fighting made forfeit.
"Fine." Helsknight said. "My blood's already been spilled once on your behalf. At least this time do it with your own sword, coward. I'll make it easy for you."
He took a step forward, and nudged the blade with a knuckle, resting the point against his scar. The metal was cold, even through his shirt, the enchantments alive and writhing so close to his skin.
"How cruel have you gotten while I wasn't there to keep you in check, crusader?"
There was a long breath of silence between them. Helsknight stood, precarious and predatory, daring Wels to kill him. And Wels stood there, and dared himself to as well. And the room was dark, lit only by red anger and blue dread, and the pale, languid flicker of enchanted steel. And neither of them breathed. And the universe watched.
A loud clatter sounded on the roof. Both knights looked up towards the ceiling, Wels in startlement, and Helsknight in resignation.
"And he stays my hand once again," Helsknight sighed.
"What--?" Wels didn't get his full question out before Helsknight moved. He knocked the sword aside and lunged forward to grab Wels's shirt. In a move that would've made Martyn proud, he dragged Wels forward into his knee, knocking the wind out of him. In the time it took Wels to collapse to the floor, Helsknight had taken his sword, and held the point beneath his other half's chin.
"Go home Wels," Helsknight said, "before I send you there the hard way."
Wels, breathless on the ground, let out half a strangled laugh. "Why don't you?"
"Because I was asked nicely not to go running off and killing you."
"Helsknight?" A loud knock sounded at the door. Tanguish's voice, a bright comfort even in spite of its concern, called to him. "Is everything okay? I thought I heard something fall."
Helsknight glared meaningfully down at Wels, who only hesitated long enough for Helsknight to draw back the sword before slipping back to his world. The moment he did, Helsknight felt his breath leave him, the great void of being left to his own thoughts and emotions. In the wake of everything that was Wels, he felt ridiculous.
[What in hels had he even been about to do? Die on someone's sword to prove a point? Idiot.]
"Helsknight? The door is locked."
"I'm coming," Helsknight called, pausing only long enough to hide Wels's sword beneath the couch, where Tanguish couldn't see it and inevitably worried about it. He checked his tunic to make sure he hadn't managed to actually stab himself [he hadn't] and went to let Tanguish inside.
#rns ficlets#helsknight#welsknight#tanguish (kinda)#this one feels very dense and dramatic#i feel like wels actively seeks out hels when he feels guilty / bad / self loathing#its like a compulsion: punishing yourself because you did wrong#even though its ultimately unproductive#also something something helsknight making some kind of point about how#instilling terror in something to confirm your bias that its dangerous#is more even than the terrified thing causing harm#case and point i scared you into drawing your sword on an unarmed man#i dont know im tired and that was a really badass phrase to just drop on me anon#*evil not even alskdjfjf im going to bed
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*The Acolyte Episode 5 Spoilers*
I think it's funny that after so much of the fandom saying the Acolyte is anti-jedi and pro-sith the sith's point of view is literally just "the jedi oppress me cause I'm not allowed to murder whoever I want 🥺😡"
#how pro sith of the show#star wars#the acolyte#star wars the acolyte spoilers#darth teeth#qimir#sith lord#and no i don't think the whole “jedi don't kill the unarmed” is an official stance of the show#Sol just lost everyone he cared about except for Osha and Osha wanted him to not kill Qimir so he backed off and threw his saber away#he was trying to cling on to the one person he had and any semblance of purpose his code gave him#qimir taunting him about following the rules doesn't mean that was 100% what was going on he was just a sith lord antagonizing a jedi#go figure huh#the acolyte positive#hate will be deleted
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Do you think Marcy clings so much to Anne during scary situations because she's always trusted Anne to protect her. And the one time Anne didn't protect her because Marcy told her to go she died
#marcanne#amphibia#marcy wu#anne boonchuy#like ik by ''marcy at the gates'' marcy doesn't really need anyone's protection#but I do wonder if during the sleepover (when she was unarmed and didn#didn't know what she was dealinh with)#she felt safer holding onto Anne. because Anne has always been the one to keep her safe.#my posts
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usually "odo ACAB" is a bit, but sometimes i see people say it seriously as the reason they can't enjoy the character. of course you can dislike any character for any reason, but odo is way more interesting than that! just having a morally beige guy in a law enforcement role doesn't automatically make it copaganda. odo's relationship to law enforcement (justice vs. order; the belief that being an outsider inherently grants him impartiality) is tied to his nature as an alien mystery character. it's interrogated in the narrative because it parallels and informs the larger story ("laws change depending on who's making them"; the founders destroying the galaxy to create order). YES odo is a cop and also a bastard, but his character is too complex and inseparable from the sci-fi genre to be a one-to-one parallel of the real world police!!... on the other hand, garibaldi,,,
#i have a lot of thoughts about law enforcement on b5 and most of it Shouldn't We Be Like Saying Something About This#i know the narrative shouldn't always have to hold our hands while we cross the street#but just watched one of the SEVERAL times garibaldi has a bad day and takes it out on an unarmed civilian while in uniform#and it's always a cue for us to worry about how sad he is#so the narrative IS holding our hands but we're walking into traffic i think#odo#deep space nine#babylon 5
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how did the UN become such a joke
#ukraine#just watched yet another video of russians warcriming ukrainian civilians#where the FUCK is the UN???#so sick of the UN and other international groups completely failing fucking everyone#this video showed a russian drone hunting down a car with people just trying to go shopping#the last video i saw was a couple ukrainian POWs who were unarmed with their hands up being executed#and the russians are fucking sharing these with russian civilians who are CHEERING#like at that point you deserve every punishment justice can serve#but no punishment will come because the UN is a damn fucking joke#the UN doesn’t give a shit about russians genociding ukrainians#the UN won’t even call it genocide
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I love qimir, he’s just a silly little guy
#the way he was asking mae how she would even go about killing a jedi unarmed was so funny to me#like peak annoying tagalong friend right there#in the best way#and manny jacinto is just awesome#love him as jason mendoza and I love him now#qimir#manny jacinto#the acolyte#the acolyte spoilers#star wars#echo rambles
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am i writing a fic of edwin fencing because of this video? maybe…
also the fact that they’re doing a scene from richard iii — the shakespeare nerd in me is screaming
#i love stage combat#i’ve never done single sword but i’m certified in broadsword rapier/dagger and unarmed combat#this is so personal to me#dead boy detectives#edwin paine#edwin payne#george rexstrew
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