eyespecialist11

[zeivira]

no rest for the wicked...

pls more

this shit is hilarious

like what are the others thoughts on this "illness" like garfiel, we've seen a bit of otto but i want more of him cuz he's best boi.

i imagine him going on full mama/big bro mood lmao

also that ficrec abt the crack fic by scissors? LMAO thx my parents knew im awake at 3am

point is

i like you now

so im gonna stalk- ahem- stick to you like a leach 🥺🌹

feed me more

The Cap’n's rule about everyone being strictly forbidden from watching him sleep—something about Garfiel being exactly like Rem but without pretty girl privilege—never actually stops the members of the camp from keeping an eye on him while the Cap’n's rests. 

The camp is nothing if not resourceful, and it’s not like they need to be inside the room when he’s sleeping to make sure he stays safe. Waiting a few feet away from the only entrance is just as effective. 

That's why when Garfiel smells a person approaching the Cap’n's room, during a time he knows he is asleep—they spent the last few days traveling to Pristella, like Hoshin traveled the desert to Banan after all—he rushes into the hallway and grabs the visitor's wrist right before it gets to knock at the Cap’n's door. 

"—the hell do ya think yer doin’?" Only after he finishes talking, under the dim hallway light of the mansion-like inn, he takes notice of the visitor's red, flame-like hair. A sharp horror, the one he had felt hours flooded through his entire body, as he realized whose wrist he grabbed. 

For a second, all is still. 

"Hello again, Sir Garfiel," the Sword Saint greets him, smiling as if they were pals and he hadn't evaded Garfiel’s senses and stopped his punch with a casual block a couple hours before. As if he weren’t the main obstacle between Garfiel and the title of Strongest. "I apologize if my presence alerted you, but all I wish to do is talk to Subaru." 

"W-well isn’ that convenient.  Anythin’ ya might need ta tell the Cap’n, ya can tell my amazin’ self instead." Big fat lie. There is a reason why the Cap’n is the Cap’n despite being borderline comatose and apparently not that much older than him. But Garfiel can’t trust anyone stronger than him, and as much as he hates himself for it…

The difference between him and Reinhard van Astrea is like a newborn Earth dragon and the Divine Dragon themself. 

His mere presence makes Garfiel's rawest instincts scream—tell him to either fight-or-flight. Garfiel doesn't want to be anywhere close to Reinhard, but much less he wants Reinhard anywhere close to the Cap’n when he sleeps. At least not until Garfiel proves himself a stronger shield than Reinhard. 

Even if the Cap’n is not defenseless—at least, not usually— he is useless while he isn't awake. And that means Galfield has to fight for both of them.

"I see," Reinhard's lips tilt downwards. "I do not mean disrespect, but what I would like to discuss would be related to something personal, unrelated to our respective camps..." 

Right. Garfield's eyebrow twitches. Right. The Cap’n said they were friends. 

"...the Cap’n's asleep," his voice sounds hoarse even to his ears. Maybe if he makes his tone drier than the Augura Sand Dunes, he can get Reinhard to give up and leave?

Reinhard's eyes widen. "Is that so. From what I gathered he mostly slept during the night." 

Garfield scowls. Of course the Sword Saint knew that much. "The Cap’n does, but he couldn' sleep during the trip, as we moved without pause, just like the Emperor of the Briar who never knew rest," Garfield crosses his arms. "So he is sleeping now and won't wake up in a while." 

"I see..." Reinhard says, and an uncomfortable silence falls between them. His gaze felt so heavy that if Garfiel moved carelessly, he wouldn’t know what his fate would b— "I wanted to ask about my father, actually—” Reinhard spoke up, breaking the silence. “I heard there were some issues close to Lady Priscilla's domain that involved Subaru and him." 

It takes Garfield a second to realize what he is talking about. His joy over learning the one and only Sword Saint's father was joining Emilia's camp to help Subaru stop the Argyle healer evaporated the moment his eyes actually lied on the man. After a couple days he just became Old Man, a skilled drunkard with a sob story, rather than a member of the family his mother used to read him stories about. 

"Issues,” Garfield snorts at Reinhard’s choice of word. “Tha's one way of sayin’ it." He makes a face. "Yeah, I was there too. The Old Man made us go lookin’ for a stupid chalice with the power to cure all sickness, but in the end it's only power w’s turning water into booze. Big ass let down." 

Reinhard’s shoulders sag. "So that’s what happened…” Reinhard’s eyes finally looked past Garfiel and looked at the still closed door, an unreadable thought reflected in them. “...I am glad father was with Subaru and you nonetheless. I can't imagine him taking another disappointment well..." 

How could any member of the group that went after the dumb cup not be disappointed? The chalice would have been able to cure not only the Old Man’s wife, but the Cap’n too. As the camp’s shield it’s his duty to protect everyone from everything—including hereditary diseases. When the Old Man mentioned the rumors, he was the first to tell Emilia they absolutely needed to go.

Still— the entire conversation leaves a bad taste in his mouth. The Cap’n was already carrying enough on his shoulder, with being the Hero that defeated the Archbishop of Sloth, the White Whale and the Great Rabbit— did he really need to trouble himself with family drama when the man ain’t even dead? “Why?” 

Reinhard blinks. “Well, it has been many years—” 

“—no, not that.” Garfiel’s scowl grows. “Why do ya need to imagine it? Yar dad’s alive, you could ask him.”

Reinhard just stares, before a bitter smile covers his lips. “Although true, my father doesn’t enjoy my company, so I wouldn’t like to impose myself when unnecessary.” 

But he is alive, is what he wants to say. “My mom’s dead,” is what he says instead. Because damn— he saw the Old Man, the even Older Man and him talk during dinner and how Ottobro almost lost his head trying to stop Old and Older from killing each other, right before Priscilla arrived saying this was the most amusing shitshow she had seen in weeks. The Old Man genuinely didn’t want to be with Reinhard and his dad.

But he is alive. All three of them are. They can talk. While Garfiel's mom is dead and gone and he can't tell her how much he loves her. "Just because your father is with us, and the Cap’n is strong enough to carry the weight of yar family drama, doesn't mean he should."

Reinhard's eyes widen again. "I—" 

"The Cap’n sleeps longer when he overworks himself," Garfield cuts, his words stronger than any punch he ever did. 

And Reinhard's mouth shuts with an audible click, expression shifting into one of horror— as it should. 

"He carries everyone's problems on his back— no matter how tired he is...!" He clenches his fists. "The Cap’n is so cool, cooler than the Sage and Reid! But precisely because he is like that is that we need to push ourselves harder. Be the people the Cap’n wants us to be, even if he is too shy to tell us. Because— because...!" 

“—will you two please SHUT UP?!" The Cap’n's door parts open with a bang, and the Cap’n appears in the doorway, rubbing his eyes while scowling. “Some of us are actually trying to sleep around here!”

Garfiel rushes back to his room only minutes later, but also doesn't miss Reinhard walking in direction to the Old Man's room rather than the hallway he originally came from.

beta read by @daemonerik

[jlf23tumble]

Questions?

Tagged by @alienfuckeronmain, she knows I’m down for narse hour!

Nickname? In my line of work, you live and die by your initials, so a lot of colleagues would probably say Jiff or Jiffy (for JF); my brother would say Jen-la (from when he was a kid and just added -la to the end of everyone’s names)

Real name? Jen (which I suppose is a nickname in and of itself, but I rarely, if ever, use the full version)

Zodiac sign? Pisces Sun, Capricorn moon, Capricorn rising (so much mud!)

Favorite musicians/groups? Amy Winehouse, Lana Del Rey, Childish Gambino, Khalid, Lizzo, Orville Peck, Spice Girls, Stromae, Taylor Swift, Bloc Party, Lily Allen, Kendrick Lamar, MIA, Little Mix, First Aid Kit, the Kinks, the Libertines, Stormzy, Blur, Diana Ross, Kasabian, the Smiths, the Specials, Princess Superstar, Minutemen, Lush, Elastica, Scissor Sisters, David Bowie, Rihanna, Queen, Tyler the Creator, Patsy Cline, Pulp, Beyonce, Lady Gaga, One Direction, Arctic Monkeys, to name a random scroll through recent overly played pieces

Favorite sports team? I grew up WAY NorCal, so all the SF teams (Warriors, Giants, 49ers), even though I only pay attention if those teams make it to the end of whatever season it is, I’m the fairest of fair weather fans

Other blogs? Oh god, so many, and I would probably do so many more! @harry-carries highlights how much shit Harry Styles carries in one hand, @daily-hs2o reminds us all to drink more water, @marathonficbreak is the place for short-n-spicy reads, @fanfic-moodboard is a visual place for fic recs (so neglected, I promise to come back soon, my love), @1dzodiac is a guide to the signs as they relate to the members of One Direction, @pubefest2020 is comin’ for us all this month, @dogladies is as it says, a place for ladies posing with dogs, and my very favorite is @momrry, which celebrates all things maternal Harry Styles (I gotta get better with tagging beyond the hids, but this blog’s followers are the purest on this hellsite, the love they have for her, sigh)

Do I get asks? I sure do, and I love (most of) them! They run a pretty wide gamut: princess harry haters/angry ex-larrie harries/hand-wringing louies (though I think I’ve blocked most of those), aesthetic blogs wondering what the FUCK they’re looking at, beautiful people who read tags and wonder what the FUCK I’m talking about, fic requesters, mutuals of mutuals with closed inboxes who want to share some love, people just helpin’ my dumb ass out when I wonder about stuff, recap requesters, etc. I’m probably missing some of my favorites, but generally speaking, they’re great, especially the nice ones.

How many blogs do I follow? Around 200, but some of those are dead, and I’m just hoping they’ll return so I don’t unfollow

Tumblr crushes? Too many to list!!! I crush on all of the ones I’m followin’

Lucky number? 3

What am I wearing? H&M stretchy jeans, a vintage Las Vegas t-shirt, ratty cardigan--my uniform!

Dream vacation? Anywhere that lets me have some solo time and then time with friends/family (as for places, god, anywhere, I love to travel)

Dream car? Vintage BMW 2002 or Dodge Darts from the ‘60s

Favorite food? Big-time savory savorer here, so I’ll take almost any appetizer (I love a dip especially)

Drink of choice? Fancy-pants cocktails!!! The bubblier, the better!

Instruments? I have a bass guitar and used to be able to handle dumdum tab for it, but it has been SEVERAL minutes.

Languages? I came so close to minoring in French in college, but I haven’t kept up with it (I can definitely get by in France, but I’m not the best speaker). I know enough Spanish to understand the very basics of what I’m hearing or reading, but speaking it? Something I really need to work on!

Celebrity crushes? I’m awful with these because I tend to crush more on characters than I do on people, there’s always SOMETHING that ruins whatever fantasy you build up in a celeb, but if we’re going with actual people, I’d say Hedy Lamar for the ladies (she’s beautiful and ALWAYS thinking about inventing wi-fi), but I suppose we need a living lady, so I’ll go with Kate Moss (she’s also beautiful, and yeah, she’s thinking about how she’s from Croyden, she’s done a bunch of shit, and she seems fun, but she also NEVER speaks, so for all I know, she’s the absolute worst, which feels risky, but I said what I said). For the dudes, gotta be John Boyega and/or Oscar Isaac (both are so hot and funny, they seem really smart, plus they NEVER shut up in interviews about the Disney bullshit, and I, for one, find that ver attractive).

Random fact? I almost got into it with Jason Statham at an Arctic Monkeys concert in LA because he was clearly on something, and I had the audacity to bump into him (points in my favor: being a girl, being taller than him, the rest of the people in his crew, hooray for Hollywood!!)

I’ll tag @42mins, @kerasines, @silverfoxlouis, @statementsue, @setsailtomorrow, @sashinalash, @thecelineharry, @harryincamp and anyone else who wants to!!