#aw gideon

[frost-westbrook]

The way Gideon says you're a dead man in the Atlas mission is just-

[glassesanddisasters]

Ianthe Tridentarius, just sitting there... menacingly.

[bisexualgenderclown]

you guys i am so in love with this fandom. you people read 2 whole books about a solar system with 9 planets that is stated to have been the cradle of humanity and you are still surprised when it turns out that it’s like, THE solar system.

Just fully no thoughts, head empty, marinating in the lesbianism of the situation without a single neuron firing. i salute your dedication

[cutetanuki-chan]

when your necromancer gets a new cavalier and your dad gets his ex back

[aaardvarks]

Ianthe finding out why harry came to canaan house:

[taxinealkaloids]

horrible children who are. so so mean to each other

[unreachedgalaxy]

can't stop thinking about how tamsyn muir regularly includes foreshadowing in the most bizarre and mundane places (like harrow threatening to make bone meal explode out of gideon, and then she does do that to a Different Gideon).

anyway on a totally unrelated note, remember how they're fighting in GTN and harrow says "when I release you from my service, Nav, you will know about it"? and remember what harrow knows now about the meaning of lyctorhood and cavalierhood, and the fact that she likely no longer wants gideon to just be her cavalier? and remember that there's almost no way they won't have at least one blowup fight in Alecto the Ninth?

yeah. thinking about it.

[twink-with-an-agenda]

the way they constantly haunt me. sick and twisted

[dorkfruit]

i asked a mutual what i shold draw and they said judith and marta so that is what i did <3

[pencildragons]

early EARLY gtn griddlehark mean the world to me actually. they are the youngest people in their house by eighteen years. they try to kill each other at every opportunity. they completely fucking hate each other. they are the other's only companion. they cannot be in the same room together. they cannot be apart. so much hatred and passion trying to get the other's attention. iconic

[nina-the-ninth]

So guess what I’ve been reading

(I have barely started ntn if I see a single spoiler in the notes I will SCREAM)

[frost-westbrook]

During a Halloween party on base, Gideon finds out what Joker and Mitchell dress up as this year.

This fic is also available on my ao3, cptRoachSanderson, if you'd prefer to read it there.

The barracks were bustling with life as the annual Atlas Halloween party started. Some were dressed up in various costumes, enjoying the night before they had to go back to their jobs the next day with a nasty hangover.

Gideon wasn't one of those lucky operatives to get to enjoy such a night. Being a captain had its ups and downs, filling out paperwork during Halloween being one of those downs. While his team got drunk and celebrated the evening, he was sitting in his room. It wouldn't be too bad, though. Mitchell had promised him a bottle of booze, so the night wouldn't be a total loss.

The night was passing by in relative silence; he tuned out the music from the party a while ago, and the most noise he heard was passing conversations and loud footsteps. It was maybe close to midnight when he heard laughing and a knock at his door.

"What?" The door opens, and he sees the familiar faces of Joker and Mitchell, looking drunk as all hell, and... wearing two of his beanies?

"Guess who we're dressed as babe!" Mitchell giggles along with Joker. It's then when Gideon notices the bottle in his boyfriend's hand, presumably the one he promised him.

"I swear, if you say-"

"We're you!" More laughter ensues. Gideon can't help but crack a smile despite himself.

"Fuck me, why?"

"Joker said it'd piss you off" Gideon's as wander over to Joker, who has a shit eating grin on his face. He stands, grabbing the bottle from Mitchell. Polish Vodka, nice.

"Well, aren't you two just so funny, ah?" Mitchell leans in, kissing Gideon's cheek. Joker gags jokingly.

"Ew! Get a fucking room!" Gideon rolls eyes his eyes while Mitchell laughs.

"Alright, you two drunk idiots need to get out, I have work to do." The men groan, and as they turn to leave, Gideon grabs Mitchell's arm and kisses him quickly.

"Yes sir!" He yells as him and Joker leave. Gideon stares at the closed door for a few seconds before returning to his desk, chuckling to himself. He opens the vodka bottle and takes a big swig, then sets it down. It's going to be a long night.

"Enjoy your night." Mitchell grins widely, giving Gideon a slaute.

[lakesparkles]

My computer crashed three times while doing these. It didn't want me to draw Gideon...

But well, an entire year has passed ever since I started liking him, can you believe it?? :> So of course I had to do something to celebrate. It's a little simpler than I expected (like, I wanted to do a comic) and it's because I'm feeling kinda overwhelmed about the Scott Pilgrim fandom right now - not you guys, on Instagram . But don't worry, I'll always love Gideon.

Also, the second slide is a redraw of my first art of him - that is soooo uncanny to look at now haha

[vaguely-concerned]

every time gricko semi-mockingly imitates kremy by going 'and then kremy'll be like 'waddadoo waddadoo fellas etc.', years get added to my lifespan and my skin clears

[wubbelwubbwubb]

[ckret2]

A memory canister labeled "MR. AND MRS. GLEEFUL MEMORIES" was clicked into the Blind Eye's memory playback station.

The screen lit up.

A bony woman with gray-streaked dusty brown hair sat on a plush pink sofa, sobbing into a tissue and struggling not to hyperventilate. A heavy man in a pink Hawaiian shirt wrapped an arm around her shoulders comfortingly. The angle was low, aimed at their knees, as though the "camera" had been left on a coffee table in front of the sofa.

"It was awful," Mrs. Gleeful sobbed, "he was—he was lifting things and—throwing them around like some kind of poltergeist, or—or a demon— I've never seen my little Giddy that furious before, I've never seen anyone that furious before..." She grabbed a fresh tissue. "He's—he's got some sort of devil in him, we need to call a priest or a doctor or something—"

"Now, now, honey." Bud held her tighter and patted her arm. "You don't mean that. He's always been a mite tempestuous, you recall; and he's just practicing with those new powers of his—"

"Well I want those powers gone!" She pounded her fists on her sharp knees. "Those powers and that book and—and—" She burst into heaving sobs again, flung an arm around her husband, and buried her head in his shoulder. "I just want my sweet little boy back."

Bud grimaced uncertainly and murmured, "I don't think I could get that book away from him if I tried." He picked up the camera (not a camera; the memory gun was designed to take recordings) and aimed it at himself and his wife. "Don't give yourself a headache crying, sweetheart; you won't worry about him anymore." He squeezed her shoulders reassuringly. "And I'm sure he'll make a better first impression on us with those powers next time."

For a second, she could only sob hitchingly into his shoulder; but then she asked, voice tiny, "Next time?"

Bud squeezed his eyes shut.

The recording ended. The Blind Eye's screen went black.