#I just like. can't sit quietly

[social-mockingbird]

I work in an office setting, but I also talk to myself a lot, which means I will catch myself quietly saying, “that’s company policy, baby, bada-bing-bada-boom, I’m walkin’ here” and only then recall that my door is open and people can theoretically hear me

[littlespoonevan]

basically for s2&3 i was always 'buck will realise his feelings first while eddie remains oblivious' but after the shooting and what we got in s5&6 i was ALL IN for eddie realising his feelings first while buck was nonethewiser only for them to hit him like a freight train later on but Now i have no idea and i'm confused so tell me your thoughts so i can write a fic lol

[jichanxo]

sunday six!

hello sunday six nation! o7 @four-white-trees @passthroughtime @overdevelopedglasses @skysquid22

tried writing an alternate kuwagami first meeting for funsies! not sure where i'm going with it, but it's been good fun! (ignores all my other wips)

Yagami looked at the drone photos Kaito sent through minutes ago. “He should be back soon. You can take a seat, I suppose.” 

The other man didn’t, approaching his desk, leaning against it and giving Yagami a look. “You here often?” 

Yagami didn’t glance away from his computer screen. “This is my office.” 

“Oh. You must be the all important Yagami that gets put on the sign outside and everything. Nice place.” He smiled, not seeming to look at the office at all. Yagami bit the inside of his cheek and tried not to give the man any attention. Couldn’t he see he was working, here? 

“You know, I’m something of a freelancer myself.” He continued, pulling a card from his jacket and placing it on the table. “Not from around here though. Visiting from Ijincho.” 

“Uh huh.” Yagami didn’t touch the card. “You know, Kaito-san might be off the clock soon, but I’m not. If you’re gonna wait here, I’d appreciate it if you just sat down.” And shut up. 

The man seemed to catch his meaning, silent for a moment. “Anyway, as I was getting to, the name's Kuwana. Nice to meet you.” 

“Great. Sit down, Kuwana-san.” 

[stardustedknuckles]

"I feel like the thoughts have always been there, but they're just so easy to recall now."

Beau getting that headband of intellect really was just "woe, arcane Ritalin be upon you" huh.

[agendratum]

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[abutterflyobsession]

my dad about to accidentally inflict deep and lasting emotional scars on his young children: here’s a movie by the same people who made Totoro! It’s called Grave of the Fireflies

[banalras]

good morning, thinkin 'bout how every companion in veilguard is this 'expert in their field', sometimes paired with magical singularity sort of person. and theN you got aridhel/rook, who despite being this folk tale in val royeaux and part of the inquisition, is wildly unqualified, or feels that way at least.

he does it, and he plays the part convincingly for sure, mostly because that is the one thing he can do better than anyone, lie. but he spends 2/3 of the story convinced its a mistake and harding should have been chosen.

he can't get the nerve to straight up ask varric why the hell he chose him, specially knowing the kind of person he is. he just hangs around where varric is recovering or harding's room like a starving dog, talking about literally anything else but secretly needing their council so badly. he second guesses himself at every turn and is tormented by the anxiety that he will just get everyone killed, or fuck things up like he did on val royeaux or minrathous. the rest of the companions might be distracted by their own sidequests, but i think they do fail at first, partially because even though he belives in them, he doesn't belive in himself, and how can you get a group to work past their differences if you can't inspire that trust?

but there is never, even for a second, the hesitation to actually do the job. because that's the essence of him, and that is why he is exactly the right person for the job. because he will always take on the job no one else seems willing to take, just becaus he can't stand to see people suffer, it's near pathological. he might have been wrong on the execution before, but it's always about that and he won't stop. he has the drive to them all through it, and he has grown enough within himself (even if he doesn't see it), to do it right this time, and guide them instead of dragging them to the end.

he already tripped on that same stone as solas, of getting caught on the pain and believing anything justifies the goal. that the cause is so righteous you must do all in your power to make it happen, even if it means doing bad things.

does he fight with it? of course, daily. and he still makes choices based on anger, like leaving the mayor of d'meta's crossing to die a horrible death. did he deserve to die? yes. did he do it out of hatred and then had to face him again because of his choice? also yes.

it is specially hard having solas in his head, who pretty much represents everything he believed in before. a big part of him does agree with the things he says and did at first, and is a bit easier to manipulate because of it. but he's still too painfully mortal. he still grew up with a mom and dad, uncles and cousins, even if they weren't blood, they were still family, he still remembers that. it is what stopped him at val royeaux, because he just can't stare past the damage he does to others to get to that end, it doesn't feel like it's worth it. he saw it as a weakness first, he deeply hated that part of him that he saw as a lack, as the reason of his failure. because he wasn't strong enough to sacrifice his morals and so he couldn't save everyone. but watching solas' memories really opens his eyes to just how far you can slip on that narrative.

and then reaching the end of their path, he stops questioning if he's right for the jobm he just knows they have to do it. and his companions and the trust they place in him plays a big part in it. no one ever believed in him that way, he never gave them reason. but just the fact that they are following him makes him want to be worth that trust. even if he's not right for the job, he has to.

[monster-noises]

Days like these where I really Really wish i had a balcony so i could indulge my need to Be Outside without fully needing to Leave my House

[finalgirlgretchen]

being in that ward has given me the simultaneous need to be isolated (was not allowed to be alone at all for a week straight) and also be around at least one person i love at all times (was not allowed to see or communicate with anyone i knew for a week straight)

[selfshippinglover]

Vent ignore

[emdotcom]

My infatuation & subsequent obsession with media is often tied to the ways in which I am incapable of talking about them. Whether it's because of the abhorrent contents therein which demand too much; the incomprehensible nature of my feelings on the matter; the shoddy & underbaked construction; no matter what, there is always something within all my beloved interests make them hard (or even impossible) to talk about. Instead, I talk within myself in an endless echo of speculation & alteration, as a means to replicate the sounds of a room that is not so empty. I, on my own, (no matter how many of me I am in the moment,) will never be able to fully encapsulate the sounds of a room brimming with people, though, so I double down & try to chatter more, to make up my impossible deficit.

[sysig]

Like a dream (Patreon)

[softquietsteadylove]

A Thenamesh Gladiator AU!

there are a few kingdoms. And every kingdom has 3 strong gladiators. And I think once a week or once a month there is this big competition between the kingdoms. And the winner gets a big price. So Thena is a princess in her Kingdom and Gil is one of her Gladiators. And she has a crush on him.

One day the Kingdom of Eros challenges Thenas, if he wins the competition she will marry him. If she wins she can choose who she wants to marry.

"Fetch my mother, tell her he has awakened."

"Yes, my Lady."

Gilgamesh groaned as he did his best to pull himself up on the cot provided to him. All he remembered was the last fight dragging on for far too long. The opposing gladiators were freakishly strong this year. Even he was having trouble with them. Gil startled, "d-did I lose?!"

"No," she soothed, kneeling down on a pillow next to his cot. She raised up a bowl, tilting his head to offer him water. "You won."

He let out a sigh, the relief reaching so deep it was in his bones. He was a champion of plenty of tournaments before this one, but losing this time especially was not acceptable.

"But I want you to forfeit."

Now he did shoot up in bed, although his bones and wounds screamed at him for it. He doubled over, holding his bruised ribs. His hand met bandaging, which still had some traces of blood on them.

"You see?"

Oh, did he. It seemed whenever they were together, all he could see was her: Thena.

"You were lucky to emerge alive after your last fight," she frowned at him, sitting back on her knees on the pillow (which she must have moved to his bedside herself). "If mother were not the master healer she is, I'm sure you would be in the same state as your opponent."

Gil had no sympathy for his opponent--not for the gladiators chosen by the visiting prince, nor Eros himself. He was the very reason Gilgamesh had to fight harder than ever before. "Princess-"

"Gilgamesh, I am quite serious," she persisted, pinning him under her glare, as green as the Adriatic Sea. "You are in no state to fight Kro."

Kro was quickly becoming a name in this tournament as Prince Eros' champion. He was also becoming known for his cruelty in battle.

"I'll get some sleep and I'll be fine."

"You could sleep for a month and not be ready to fight that monster," Thena argued, setting down her ceramic of water rather roughly.

Gil raised his brow at her, "I didn't realise you lacked faith in me, my Lady."

"Gil," she cut him off, and his given name was effective in silencing him. Her hands fisted in the fine, draping white fabric of her dress. "That man is a creature not of man's make. He...he will kill you. And he will make me watch."

"Hey, hey," Gil shook his head, rushing to comfort the shaken princess. He had seen her worry about him before, but he had never seen her so genuinely frightful. "That won't happen. I won't let it."

Thena lifted her head, looking at him with those eyes again. "And are you so omniscient? That you could control a man without honour or even a human heart in his chest?"

Gil sighed. His poetic princess was right, he couldn't guarantee that the fight tomorrow would go his way. He was not only exhausted and injured, but he was emotionally invested. And any expert on battle would say that it was a weakness for him to bear, not a strength.

"Please," Thena whispered, looking down at her trembling hands. She squeezed her eyes shut, a tear falling onto her robes. "I don't want you to get hurt, Gil. I-I couldn't bear it if you were..."

It was a funny conflict of feelings, feeling overjoyed that she would care so much as to weep over him, but not wanting to see her weep at all. He reached out, tipping her chin up to look at him. "Do you remember when we first met?"

She smiled, blinking away tears a princess couldn't afford to shed. "You were walking into the Colosseum. Plenty of gladiators had looked up at us before, but you smiled, and then you waved. I suppose I found it too tempting to resist waving back."

Gil smiled as well. He did treasure that memory; the first instance in which he had seen the Thena behind the crown. And he liked what he saw. "No, I mean the next time--when we met properly."

It had been after his first fight. He was arguably the strongest of the new gladiators in training, but initiation was also to fight a lion. He had not exactly come out unscathed.

But he had also refused to kill the lion. It was cruel and barbaric he stated proudly. It wasn't that poor creature's fault that it had been captured, now forced to fight off strange men for its meals.

Thena had been the one to declare the end of that practice. She had ordered the lion's release, as well as the tending of Gilgamesh's wounds. It was then that he had first spoken to her. He was being tended to a cot much like the one he was lying on now.

The glowing princess had knelt down, as close to him as the bars separating them would allow. She was royalty, and to be so close to a lowly trainee would be beneath her, after all. But he had watched her raise two fingers, hooking them over one of the gate bars tenderly.

"Are you hurt?"

Every time hearing her voice was like hearing it that first time; he never tired of it.

"Nah," he had chuckled, taking on such a casual tone with the princess that the medics tending to him had gasped in horror. "Not so bad."

But she had smiled.

Thena looked up at him now, a long way from that first night she knelt by his side in the bowels of the Colosseum. "I asked what I might do to help your healing."

"And I said?" he raised a brow at her, still relishing the feeling of her skin against his thumb.

Thena dropped her eyes, offering exasperation with her reluctant smile. It was faint, but it was true. "My smile was help enough."

"See?" he chuckled, letting his fingers pull away from her oh-so reluctantly. Maybe he could keep the feeling of touching her in his mind as motivation. "I'll be better before you know it."

She shook her head at him, her golden locks tousling beautifully around her shoulders. "Mother will not let you go back into battle because of a smile."

"And I'm not going to let that ingrate marry you."

Thena sighed, as if she could have somehow forgotten about the outlandish circumstances of this year's prize. Her hands folded on her lap again. "I suppose I have no desire to fulfill that agreement either."

"So it's decided," Gilgamesh said with absolute certainty, regardless of the pain in his side or the burn of his hands from gripping his sword. "I'll fight tomorrow. And I'll win."

Thena stared down between them, neither agreeing nor having another argument in her against it.

"I'll win, Thena," he insisted, reaching down to take one of her hands in his. The golden bangles around her delicate wrists clinked in contrast to the leather guards that sat around his. "I promise you. You'll be no one's prize."

She managed another smile, giving his hand the faintest squeeze in return. "Are you saying I am no prize?"

Gil inhaled. He knew that she was offering a joke to lighten his mood in return. But he couldn't resist; he raised her hand to his lips. "No, you are not the prize. The prize is getting to live, just so I can see that smile another day."

The princess stared at him, silent after a little poetry of his own. "Gil-"

"Gilgamesh," the queen greeted as she walked in, although she blinked when her daughter rushed to stand so quickly she swayed to gain her balance. Ajak tilted her head, "Thena."

"Mother," Thena greeted her, sounding breathless as if she had run here as well. Her hand toyed with her luxurious golden hair. "I was--we were awaiting your arrival."

"Right," Ajak muttered, going to the gladiator's side to check his wounds. There was already a pillow at his bedside (how convenient).

Thena watched quietly, her hands perched on the edge of the cot.

Ajak kept quiet as Gilgamesh's fingers snuck ever so subtly over to just barely brush against Thena's. She could choose to ask them about it, if she so desired. She was the queen, after all. And she had witnessed her daughter's fondness for this warrior in particular before.

But hopefully the fight tomorrow would go well. And she would have to be silent no longer about Thena's obvious love for the Champion Gladiator.

[qsmprambling]

Admins please give Bad some lore he's so bored he's gonna literally join the Federation 😆

[angelicxi]

idk how many more que sera sera i got in me in boss

[brainfullofbees]

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