#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.

[dancinghannigram]

flea-biting is a sign of companionship :) - thank u therexorcist for uploading the one video i havent been able to get out of my head since 2020 (X)

[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.

[fidelishaereticus]

so, old news obvious news blah blah, but i keep seeing people not getting this about my girl gideon nav so have to say: i think at first blush, people get the impression that Harrow’s got all the convolutions and layers and hidden vulnerability whereas gideon wears her heart on her sleeve and is just brazenly herself (a loveable rowdy himbo) & that’s the contrast. and yes, that’s there, but that’s not all. that dynamic itself is a part of their mutual (codependent) front, and like everything else in this book, it gets peeled back. 

i think the real contrast is that they’ve both got masks, and those masks are complimentary. they’re both kids who never got a childhood. they grew up tortured in the same place from very different angles with no one but each other to butt heads against. they both had to play-act grown up versions of themselves with few models for what a well-adjusted adult even looked like. so it’s cartoonish. gideon is the plucky hero of her own adventure story that will totally have a happy ending some day, far far away from her nemesis whom she’s totally not in love with. harrow meanwhile (to grossly oversimplify) has to imagine herself as someone cruel and cold enough to cope with being alive at the price of 200 other people. these two things fit very well together. gideon can play the hero to harrow’s villain, and harrow can enact cruelty toward gideon to make herself feel strong and mean (and generally just to vent anguish). the way they hate one another is a kind of mutual protection - it re-enforces the self-image that each of them needs to get through the day. but that’s the coping mechanism. harrow the ruthless bones overlord. gideon the hapless swords idiot, who thinks of nothing but tiddies & sweet sweet vengence (harrow’s corpse in various states of disgrace ) all day. and behind that they’re both tearing apart at the seems beneath caricatures of themselves that are deeply unsustainable and neither of them feels safe letting on the extent to which that’s the case. their hearts are a goddamned mess. neither of them is wearing that shit on their sleeve.   so yeah, there’s a lot more to gideon than being a swords himbo but that’s not the wild thing. the wild thing is she’s so convincing that she somehow manages to sell people on her no braincells act while being the pov character of entire first novel.

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[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

[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.

[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)

[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

[nonasbirthday]

You can’t tell me that Gideon “I wanted a sword with a skull puking another, smaller skull” Nav wouldn’t have just the worst tattoos. She’s covered in the tackiest flash she could find. She gets her tattoos on impulse and on the cheap. She finally started to think about placement when she realized she was already halfway to a sleeve. She saved up for ONE big custom piece exactly to her specifications and it’s the worst of all her tattoos; she WILL disrobe to show it off at the slightest provocation. I love her so much