#chief says yes

[hoshizoralone]

[marosii]

Actual quote from Chief Superintendent Bright that I find really funny

[littleragondin]

"But Kikunosuke-sama ... please don't give up on trusting others."

[queenlucythevaliant]

We see him come and know him ours

Russia: "Carol of the Russian Children," traditional // Kenya: The Nativity, Elima Njau // France: "Bring a Torch, Jeanette Isabella," Nicolas Saboly // Haiti: Madonna and Child, Ismael Saincilus // Australia: "The Three Drovers," William James // China: Tryptic by Lu Hongnian // Canadian/Algonquian: "Huron Carol," Jean de Brébeuf

[cuteniarose]

Personally I find it really funny that based on what the twins said in the Book 2 finale re: having to tell their mom about what happened to Unalaq, it's literally canon that Unalaq's wife a) exists, b) is alive, and c) is just chilling in the Northern Water Tribe

She took one look at all the spirit fuckery her husband was getting up to and went "Well that's none of my business" and honestly I respect that

[softquietsteadylove]

Just Gil causally cracking some bones because they dared to slap Thena

AU is free to choose :)

"Oh, come on."

Gil shared the sentiment. He pulled the truck over, already bracing himself for whatever trouble was about to take place. He was sure they were just drunk kids partying, but sometimes that was the worst kind of citation to give.

Thena walked ahead, as the White Wolf would. They were almost at the end of their perimeter check and on their way back home when they spotted the fire through the trees. It wasn't in a particularly big clearing, the fire was way too large for the wildfire regulations of the state. And every once in a while it would surge, and it was definitely because they were tossing liquor onto the flames for fun.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Who the hell are you?!" Thena snarled right back at them. She walked into their little bonfire, happily knocking over an abandoned camping chair and a few bottles on her way. "Anyone want to tell me why you have a fire the height of a tool shed built in the middle of the damn woods?"

"Fuck off, Tomb Raider, it's open land, we can camp where we want."

Gil grimaced. So, this was going to go even worse than he expected. He attempted to inject some reason into the conversation. "Look, guys, the fire is way too big, it's a hazard. It's not a properly dug fire pit, or raised off the ground."

"Oh, sorry Sparky," another of the young men laughed at them. They weren't slurring their words but they were clearly far from sober. "I didn't realise the cops get called on people just trying to have a good time."

"We're not cops, guys, we're the fire department," he frowned, crossing his arms at them. "We don't care if you're walking around with booze or smoking anything. What we care about is you not setting the entire area on fire in the dry season."

"Oh yeah?" a particularly cocky, particularly mouthy one stood up from a log. He tossed his lit cigarette - at least, Gil thought it was a cigarette - on the ground (literally after he was just told to put it out properly!). He sauntered over to them, bottle of whiskey in hand. "If you're firefighters, doesn't that mean you're public servants? My tax dollars pay your fuckin' salary!"

"Our salary has nothing to do with your rich daddy," Thena snapped at him, pushing him back from Gil and into a position where it was harder to ignore her again.

"Hey, you're not allowed to touch me!"

"Oh, really?" she drawled, picking at his button up shirt - why would he wear that camping - and then his baseball cap and then just giving him a pat on the cheek. It was lighter than a slap but harder than something one would call affectionate. "Every single one of you needs to pack it up. If you're still here by the time we come back with the hose, you're getting sprayed."

"Won't that, like, kill us?"

"If only I could be so lucky," she rolled her eyes at them. She walked towards the other two, examining the scene. "We may not be cops, but you might not want to be caught with this amount of liquor. What if mummy and daddy discover what their precious little angels are up to?"

"We didn't-"

"Clean it up!" she snapped at them.

But they weren't high school kids, they were easily in college, maybe even graduated. And Gil didn't like the looks on their faces. He rolled his shoulders, drawing his posture up. "Seriously, guys, I don't want to have to come back and turn you over to actual cops."

The other two looked at their ring leader. Their complacency had limits, it seemed, but he didn't exactly tell them to stand up and fight his battle like little minions.

Thena walked past him again, and Gil had to admit he watched the guy closely. He didn't like the vibe any of them had, especially that one. He put his hands in his pockets, ready to get back in the truck.

"Hey, Snow White?"

"What did you-!"

Gil felt as if he'd heard a gunshot. The slap had a real crack to it, because the bastard hadn't held anything back. He looked happy about it, too--proud of himself. For...slapping a woman across the face.

He laughed as Thena stumbled back, blinking through the shock of it. "If you can touch me I don't see why I can't do the same. Don't say I'm not a feminist, because I'm not gonna go easy on you just for being pretty."

Thena recovered quickly, she moved her tongue around in her mouth and spit after probably nipping her tongue with her teeth from the impact. She glared at him. "And they say chivalry is dead."

"Come on, man."

"Yeah, let's just leave."

Gil ignored the other two. His only problem was this motherfucker. He walked over to him calmly. He had to be calm. His chest was burning but he controlled his breathing as he went over and picked the guy right up off the ground.

"What're-"

His little friends yelped as Gil slammed the guy down into the dirt. It was soft forest floor, he was fine; he couldn't be unconscious yet. Gil grasped his shirt again, lifting his head up before bouncing it off the ground like a ball.

"Hey," Gil leaned in, snapping his fingers in front of his dazed eyes. "Stay with me, Sleeping Beauty. Pay attention."

The guy just groaned, barely holding it together.

Gil picked him up again, adjusting him a few times until he could stand on his feet. "You think it's funny to slap a woman?"

The self proclaimed 'feminist' attempted to mumble something, but it was completely incoherent. It was honestly a total coin toss whether it was an apology or something that would just piss him off more.

Gil grabbed the front of his shirt again, making sure his head wasn't wobbling around when he spoke to him. "If I ever see you again, I'm gonna rip your little bobble head right off your scrawny shoulders."

Gil wound all the way back, landing an open palm slap that felt like it shook the trees. His little buddies were silent, unable to even freak out. Gil tested the kid's balance but he might have fainted from the slap. He shook him.

A few of the bones in his ear might have been damaged from that.

But Gil huffed. When his eyes opened again he let go of him. He stumbled and then fell over, trying to drag himself anywhere that might be safe.

"L-Listen, we're sorry, okay? We'll clean all this up!"

"We'll put out the fire! You'll never see us again!"

Weren't so complacent now, now were they? Gil rolled his eyes. He watched as they put an arm each over their shoulders to drag their positively incapacitated friend away.

"Anything else, buddy?" Gil leaned in for the final word from the man of the hour. His head was dangling and he was trying to mumble something again, although the side of his face was swelling rapidly. "Wassat? I can't hear you!"

"He said he's sorry!"

"Very sorry!"

Thena stepped aside as they rushed him away, she was assuming to the designated area for parking up the trail slightly. "Should we be letting them drive anywhere?"

"I'll call them an ambulance," Gil shrugged, pulling out they keys that had fallen out of their new friend's pocket when he was on the ground. He tossed them to her, "he's probably a little concussed."

She chuckled, examining the keychain, featuring their very expensive alma mater and the logo of the luxury car brand in question. "I'm not going to thank you for the knight in shining armour act. If you hadn't have knocked his lights out I might have given it a go."

"Sorry to deny you," he smiled halfheartedly. He knew that Thena wasn't the type to shy away from a fight, and that she wouldn't think it was helpful for him to lose it on a bunch of spoiled brats over it. But he scowled anyway.

She made a face as he just barely brushed the tips of his fingers over her cheek. "I'm fine."

"It's swollen," he corrected. He could still recall it perfectly, replaying it in a morbid and horrific way since the second it happened. The wind up, the glee on that asshole's face. The way Thena's silhouette against the fire was so much smaller than his.

She shrugged, testing the damage for herself with her own palm. "So I'll have a cold one when we get home. By tomorrow, it won't even matter."

By tomorrow she would have a bruise, and Gil wondered if this anger in him was really going to go away just like that. He wasn't usually the angry type, but he couldn't just let something like this slide.

"Thanks," she said more quietly, nudging his arm with the back of her hand. She slipped her hands into her pockets as she started in the direction of the truck. "I know you were just being sweet."

He sighed. If that was how she wanted to think of it, then he wouldn't stop her. But sure, what he thought was a completely natural response could be chivalry if she was used to living with wild animals.

Thena was already on the radio, ordering medical assistance to their location. Gil dragged his feet behind her until he could pull himself up into the truck cabin as well. "I suppose we should wait until we're sure those morons get picked up."

"I guess," Thena said lightly. And he knew damn well it was her way of saying they didn't have to rush home. If she was in pain, there was no way she was going to show it that easily. It simply wasn't her style.

"Y'know, if your boys hear about this they'd be just as pissed as I am," Gil muttered in his own defense. And smiled, because it did get a laugh out of her.

"My boys are just as bad as you are. But they would know better than to step in for me," she gave him a pointed look. He shrugged and attempted a cute smile. She rolled her eyes at him and settled into her seat more comfortably. "You fellas have too much sympathy in you. But a swift kick in the nuts always does the job for me."

Well, he could definitely agree that it was deserved, in this case.

[westwiiind]

the thing about the hidden world is that even if berk could hypothetically win against every single future attacker, should they have to endure an endless cycle of attacks at all? even if berk as a whole wins every battle and war, do you really think there’s no consequence? no price to be paid? no casualties, no loss of resources or infrastructure? even in a series sanitized enough for young audiences, this notion is shown to be untrue. hiccup/berk wins every war yet there is almost always a price. it’s established RIGHT off the bat in the first movie. “those ships never come back.” “see? old village, lots and lots of new houses.” “they’ve killed hundreds of us!” “winter is almost here, and i have an entire village to feed!” (cue dragons flying off with all their livestock). right at the very beginning, we’re introduced to the idea that the cycle of violence overall is unsustainable regardless of the outcome of any individual confrontation. so i don’t understand how so many ppl hate the hidden world when hiccup did in that movie exactly what he did in the first one: he saw a way to end the cycle of violence, so he did it, even though it upended the way of life of his people. in both movies. he would be a bad leader if he allowed the cycle of warfare to continue indefinitely just bc he felt that berk would always win, and just bc the alternative would be too emotionally painful to consider. because even if berk miraculously won every time, battles aren’t free. i think some ppl forget that just bc it’s presented to u in a kid-friendly way. the price of dragon-berkian unity was an endless bombardment of hunters and conquerors. what kind of chief would hiccup be to allow that cycle of violence to continue? what kind of peacekeeper would he be to allow that to continue?

[kazz-brekker]

i remain convinced that dark rise at least partially has its roots in sauron/morgoth fanfic

[grahamcarmen]

[lbhslefttiddie]

then and now

[anerol152]

Interrogation: -mentions how Chief can't shoot well at the start of the story ONCE-

me: I'm about to make this their whole personality

[borgialucrezia]

these parts are from two different books (the first part is from the borgias: blood & beauty by sarah dunant, and the second part is from sins of the house of borgia sarah bower) and i gotta say, the babygirlification of juan borgia is so real!! he's an it girl and we love to see it 🙏

[nulltune]

forever grateful for the ccc english patch (tho i can't play it myself /sobs) bc THIS. this sums up the true route so well and i write my hakuno before she really develops as a character (cuz i wanna flesh her out thru ic interactions 😤✨️) but i love her growth in canon and can't wait to flesh her out in writing so she can come to understand love like thisss 😭💕

ccc really is all about love and how the characters act based on how perceive that concept and there's a talk about the difference between ai (愛) and koi (恋) but tl;dr hakuno and sakura have koi, which andersen describes as a "dreaming heart" that's more associated with like longing and yearning,,,, IT FITS THEM SO WELL I SOBB

[killa-trav]

it's literally snowing in kansas city n this guy is out here with no layers jesus christ

[boundinparchment]

As Predictable as the Tide - I/II

Neuvillette is overworked and far too proud to admit when he needs to take a break. Neuvillette/Female Reader. Rated Explicit per Ch 2. On AO3 here. NSFW in Ch. 2, MINORS DNI

You knocked three times in rapid succession, and then paused, waiting for the deep voice to come from the other side of the heavy door.  The Chief Justice did not appreciate distractions; he had his hands full with Focalors as it was, you saw no reason to make his life even harder.

“Enter,” the familiar voice called.

There was always an ethereal, almost magical quality to his voice.  As subtle as a water-skimmer but present nonetheless if one paid attention.  Despite his appearance, he could never fully mask his Lochfolk ancestry and it came out in the way he spoke, sometimes even his cadence.  Such a quality made for a terrifying presence in the court room, if one was unfortunate enough to have him preside over their trial (and most did not, except for the most extreme of cases). 

“The files you asked for, Chief Justice,” you said, holding up the handful of papers and folders.  “About that alleged corruption case.”

He looked up from his desk for a single moment, long enough for his silver eyes to register your presence, before returning his gaze to the papers in front of him.  Neuvillette pointed with the end of his pen towards an empty spot on his desk.

“Thank you.  There is fine.”

You crossed the threshold of his office and slid the small pile neatly right where he requested.  With no other purpose to carry out, and your own workload to handle, you had no reason to tarry.  And yet you found your eyes drawn to the slight circles beneath his eyes, only present when you were this close to him.  Even he, the Chief Justice, born of the Lochfolk, was under a strain from Her Honor.

“Was there something else?  These annotations don’t read themselves and Her Honor will be present at tomorrow’s trial.”

The Chief Justice was far too polite to ever tell someone, especially a member of his staff, to ‘fuck off’.  The dismissal in his voice was obvious to anyone who might happen to be passing by.

Any other time, you might press him.  Shut the door and remind him that he, too, needed to give himself a break.  He could not always be the voice of reason, nor should he be.  The peace between the remaining Lochfolk and the present Archon was tenuous; it only held because of him.  The true mind behind Fontaine’s stability would burn himself out at both ends if he wasn’t careful.

“Only that I wish you luck tomorrow, Your Honor.  And that I’ll be working late, should you want company later.”

The smile Neuvillette gave you was paper thin; a kindness born out of professionalism.  His eyes found yours again and a sharp pang ran through your chest, a yearning he didn’t dare allow to slip through the cracks.  

He wanted to but he would not call on you.  

Not tonight.

And when you arrived back at your desk in the morning, you found a pair of gloves with a distinct pattern on the palm.  They were accompanied by a small note, with only a date and time.

Belongings should be returned to their rightful owner.

And you were nothing if not punctual.

[oh-cramity-its-amity]

really frustrated because of work so heres an idea.

why isnt there a lumity bodyguard au?

see below the cut for infodumping segment

the blights have been prone to being the isles' best scientists and inventors. having been in a business for years that generationally grew their wealth to a household standarized name.

everyone from here to there knows of them, however mysteriously alador ends up in a fatal accident.

leaving amity with the project he'd been working on for years. never finding results despite his incredulous breakthrough just before his death.

of which would jeopardize the emperor and all too well feed into the resistance's urge to overthrow his iron ruled fist.

being sent from the resistance, unbeknownst to amity herself, luz's one mission: protect the project and amity's welllbeing.

its said by agent clawthorne that two men want to have the last of the blight heir gone. hunter and william. if not for agent park, the two team up to secure blight manor.

willow taking on the name [pilot willow's name] and luz, lucia. being nothing more than a chef and a bodyguard.

blah blah blah i have no idea im just word dumping and this is stupid lol. but why isnt there any lumity bodyguard aus </3. anyway i enjoy like a uhhh- ....forbidden? ew. nono. like an undercover romance type of thing. i dont exactly have like a clean pitch of this idea bc im just doing it on the fly BUT HEAR ME OUT IT COULD BE SO FUN!!!