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Why are rain frogs so round? What's /inside/ of them around such an itty bitty skeleton?

So it turns out this is a really interesting question.

The first thing we must be aware of is that rainfrogs as we see them in videos of them squeaking are not quite the same shape as they are when at rest:

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But you are quite right, they are very round. This is exemplified by the skeletal photo you refer to:

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So what are we seeing?

Well, firstly, note that the body cavity in these frogs actually envelops the femurs, such that only the tibiofibula (fused in frogs) and the tarsals and metatarsals are outside the body. The arms are quite similarly enveloped, but a bit of the humerus does extend outside the body cavity too. This predisposes them to a rounder body shape.

Next, note the ilia - the U-shaped bone in the pelvic region. These in some breviceptid frogs are synostotically fused with the sacrum - that is to say, they are bound by bone-based connections to the bow-shaped vertebra at their tips. This whole joint seems to be quite smooth, and as a consequence, the back of the frog is quite smooth. The other thing we can see here is that the urostyle (i.e. the frog version of a coccyx) juts quite far beyond the ischium and pubis. This extends the body cavity beyond the hips. Note also that the pelvic girdle seems to be largely below the spine, rather than the typical position for frogs behind it and continuous with it. This makes the legs sit below the spine, rather than at its end, enhnacing the vertical roundness of the animal.

Next, let’s talk some soft tissue. Now, I’m not as familiar with soft-tissue in frogs as I am their skeletons, so you’ll have to bear with me a bit (rawr). Beddard (1908!!) studied the soft tissue of Breviceps verrucosus Rapp 1842. It seems that the majority of the body of these frogs is actually muscle. Beddard noted that muscles join the leg at the knee that extend into the body cavity, such that the inclusion of the thigh in the body cavity is further accentuated by musculature. The rectus abdominalis muscle is unusually large, extending from the lower abdomen up and around the sides of the body. Indeed, this large size appears to be the pattern with all of the major muscles, though in the throat the typical arrangement of large and small muscles is somewhat reversed. On the lateral side of the head, there is a substance that is not muscle, but appears to be loose tissue in which sits what is apparently the thymus gland.

There is a very large gap between the end of the urostyle and the anus (one fifth of the total length of the frog), in which there are almost no muscles, save for the one surrounding the lower cloaca. On either side of this area, between the posterior-most muscles of the thigh, lie two large ‘lymph-hearts’, as described by Beddard. These are between one quarter and one third of the total length of the frog. A further lypmh-sac sits between these lymph-hearts and the skin of the femoral region, and they are thus probably analogous to the femoral lymph-sacs of other frogs.

I find it interesting that Beddard (1908) did not mention any glandular formations in the dorsal region. As is evidence from many images (see below), these frogs are able to secrete a white, sticky, noxious substance from their skin (which they actually have to use during amplexus, as the male is too small relative to the female to mount her properly, and so he sticks himself to her with his glandular glue… kinky).

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These glands do not apparently take up a great deal of the cutaneous tissue, and so I suppose are of no consequence to the size of the frog, especially relative to its enormous muscles.

The diet of these frogs consists almost exclusively of hymenopterans and isopterans (ants and termites). Neither of these insect groups are particularly fatty, so it is little surprise that their bodies appear to contain no large fat deposits - fatty bodies extend from the gonads up to the lungs and heart, but these comprise only a tiny fraction of the frog’s mass, and don’t contribute to the round shape. Instead, their bodies are extremely muscular, allowing them to be adept burrowers, ideal for their fossorial lifestyle.

So TL;DR: rain frogs are little balls of muscle (maybe the largest muscle mass relative to body mass of any vertebrate? science just doesn’t know).

Ref:

Beddard, F.E. 1908. On the Musculature and other Points in the Anatomy of the Engystomatid Frog, Breviceps verrucosus. Proceedings of the Zoological Society of London, 1908:11-41 [x]

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read tbah from the start again (for the nth time) and wow it started so angsty. like i still can’t believe [redacted] just left like that. it really did a number on jk, and soori even tho she doesn’t fully understand. also i have a confession to make…i read your interludes but like i skim thru them every time?? 😔💔 like since it’s abt jk and her idk it’s hurts so much seeing their past and then thinking of what she did my heart can’t take it omg sorry if that came off wrong… anw it’s nice re reading how jk and oc started. felt like they’re really meant to be, you know? they just fell for eo so easily, and with soori in the picture their dynamic is just perfect. like oc doesn’t even have to try…she fits in so well like she’s meant to complete them. and it seems like jk sees how perfectly she fits in too. also idk if it’s intentional or not but why doesn’t oc call jk any pet names? 🫣 just a sudden thought. anw ya i love book clubbing w u and just wanted to share this!! im excited for sunday ❤️

hiiii <333 omg it feels so insane to me that you literally re-read my story!! I'm super picky with the books I actually do re-read, can think of only a couple I have, so the fact that some of you do feels surreal to me. thank you so much for the love and for ur sweet words, they mean the world to me and it makes me so happy that you're enjoying so far!!

also it's okay that you skim thru the interludes!! they're short and not meant to impact the plot that much so you're good hehe. but I know right???? sometimes I have to read back on the earlier chapters just so I can keep the facts straight (lol) and im like wooooah, you guys have come a long way!! oc my little ray of sunshine, she truly does just waltz right in there doesn't she? hehe.

also!!! about the pet names!!! this is such a good question that I've been asking myself too, specially when I write out the spicy scenes or the super sweet, fluffy bits. and honestly I feel like the reason why she doesn't is bc I don't? 😭😭😭 I literally call my boyfriend by his government name ok LMAOOO. but I should get better at it bc sometimes the cheese has to CHEESE!

luuuuv book clubbing with u too!!!! iluuu <3333 xo

#tbah #thank u for reading <3

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pirunika · 2 years ago

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(wanted to try converting one of my ocs to a follower, using this picrew too... let's go)

Eos

Eos is a Grail Follower. She seems to be artistic and motherly but there is something fiercely hungry in her expressive gaze.

Eos, an acquaintance ''While her eery paintings may attract unwanted attention here and there, none seem to be brave enough to confront this mysterious painter. Not when her arms embrace all with intoxicating compassion, lingering long after she's gone like the wind.''

Eos, a believer ''Eos watches like a lioness protecting her cubs. It is incredibly hard not to believe in her sincerity when she says my cause is hers now.''

Eos, a disciple ''Even when she takes what she wants she does so with a delicate passion, how could anyone resist being a part of that, what is love if not consumption?''

Eos, a Cyprian ''No man dead or alive can stop the breaking dawn. Eos comes down as unstoppable as the first rays of the Sun bursting through the darkness, and just as beautiful."

Rival ''Eos pulls away with the demeanor of a mother bitterly disappointed, getting ready to devour the inadequate cub, just so others may thrive.''

Prisoner ''Eos lounges as if she herself decided to retreat. Her eyes no longer hold compassion, but she watches, always.''

ROMANCE

“If I'm thinking of beginning a dalliance, then really, this is the place. If I and my companion share the same sensibilities.„

~ Invitation description

“ Eos smiles and the world seems a little brighter, she holds my hand in her noticeably warm palms, 'Finally,' she says, 'You took your time.' „

~ Followup description

“ Eos follows me obediently as if she can never get enough, she paints me pictures each more delirious than the other, and reverently holds my face with fingers covered in paint, when she kisses my breath away I can't tell who's worshipping whom.''

~ Success description

“ I feel livelier than ever every time I embrace Eos and her heart beats within my chest with love and passion, all-consuming. Intoxicating. I need to get under her skin, be crushed in her jaws. „

~ Season description

Ever After

“ For a long time Eos is content to spoil me, her hands gentle on my skin, always, my heart full and bright, burning like a newborn star. Her absence wounds me unexpectedly in the midst of this dream when she disappears to work on her grand plan — on our plan, and after an eternity Eos shows up flush with pleasure, gently stroking her swollen belly. 'Everything,' she says 'everything I do, I do for you.' She burns and shimmers, so alive the very air trembles around us. And when I hold her gaze, resembling one of a well-fed lioness, I know we shall be victorious. We won. [This might be considered a victory. But the House is no place for lovers.] „

#cultsim #cultist simulator #cultsim oc #cultist simulator oc #my writing #book of hours #honestly could b there too #this was fun #picrew #oc: eos #xx #normally she's the titan of dawn.... hence why i tried to reference it as much as i could LOL sorry #ok she's pregnant to a creaure we got that right? and thats how she's somehow ''feeding'' herself and the player #until? until :)

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not-that-dillinger · 2 years ago

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I attempted to draw a thing!

anyway, this is my new oc, EOS… probably Ed’s first program while working for Encom. Idk what he does or what he’s been up to, but his circuits looked cool when I drew him at 2AM last night… not sure how I feel about his look now, but here he is…

His circuits are supposed to be pastel-y golden yellow like the first rays of sunshine to grace the sky.

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gumnut-logic · 3 years ago

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The Kermadec Whales (Part 15)

I’ve been staring at this too long. It be what it be and I hope you enjoy this last chapter (bar the epilogue which I have started) of this nearly 20,000 word long fic which was just supposed to be a little FishTank playing with whales but as usual did whatever the heck it wanted to.

Many thanks to @onereyofstarlight @gaviiadastra @janetm74 and @tsarinatorment for putting up with me shoving chunks of fic in their faces at random points in the day and night :D You guys are totally wonderful. Also, special thanks to @gaviiadastra for allowing me to play with one of her OCs from Vox Delphini. You have enriched this AU beyond belief :D

I hope you enjoy this ::hugs you all::

-o-o-o-

Gordon watched his brother leave the villa with a sinking heart.

Eos had alerted him to Virgil’s wakening, but they had agreed to wait and see what his brother did. Gordon had his suspicions and, sitting in his lab, he was watching them being confirmed.

Goddamnit, Virgil, what are you doing?

“Eos, are you tracking him?”

“What else do you think I would be doing? There is a whale in the caldera.”

Gordon sat up straighter. “What? Why didn’t you tell me?” That changed the equation far too much for safety. “Do you know which one?”

“The old male.”

“Shit.” Gordon dropped his tablet and ignoring Sam who had fallen asleep at his desk, dashed out of the room. “Is Scott still asleep?”

“Yes. And Mrs Tracy told me not to disturb him.”

He hit the stairs at a run. “John?”

“Same. I will only wake him if it is an emergency. His rhythms were unhealthy and he needs rest to function optimally.”

Tell me about it. The thought skittered through his mind as he flew through the kitchen and out onto the pool patio. His sandshoes hit gravel as he took the path to the beach. His voice hissed. “Talk to me, Eos. What is he doing?”

“He is in the water approaching the whale.”

“Damnit.” It was hissed between teeth. He should never have let Virgil out of the damned infirmary.

But he had to know.

What Virgil would do if left to himself.

Gordon did a mental calculation of the water depth at the beach. Unlike the majority of the caldera, the landform there was shallow for a bit before plummeting into the depths of the sunken crater, giving Virgil ample ability to simply walk into the water to meet a damned whale without it beaching itself.

He skidded around the corner and leapt over a fallen tree to cut time off his descent. The palms were rattling gently in the breeze, the pokey trees playing a background hush.

Water lapped amongst sea wrack.

And the huge whale in the caldera warbled.

Gordon blinked as his feet hit sand. A brief flicker of age washed over him before he focussed on Virgil, chest deep in water at the lip of the caldera reaching out to touch ancient rostrum.

Breath hissed between his teeth. “Virgil!”

His brother turned as Gordon threw off his sandshoes and shirt.

Behind Virgil’s head, the first rays of the sun broke over the horizon and silhouetted his expression.

“Gordon?”

Gordon’s feet splashed into the water, not caring if he scared off the whale. His only thought was of Virgil and whatever the hell the animals were doing to him. As soon as the water was above his knees he dove, swimming ever so much faster than wading.

He surfaced beside his fully clothed brother.

And a curious whale.

A rumble vibrated through the water.

“Gordon!” And he was suddenly grabbed into an all-consuming heavy-lifting hug.

Virgil hummed against the back of his neck.

The whale answered.

And Gordon was suddenly picturing sunlight flickering through deep turquoise water.

His brother was trembling.

“Virgil?” Gordon shifted him enough to be able to see his face. Dawn sunlight reflected off his brother’s wet cheeks and his eyes glistened.

“He’s a singer. A keeper of the history. Notes that vibrate around the globe keeping it going, to keep their story alive.” Virgil’s voice was rough and full of emotion. “He wants to share and learn our song. To understand.” His brother sung several notes that meant nothing to Gordon, but the whale warbled again.

Virgil closed his eyes and smiled. “I wish you could see, Gords. It is beautiful.”

Gordon wished he could see if only to protect Virgil from whatever the hell was going on. The man looked stoned.

Virgil opened his eyes. “I’m okay. You don’t have to worry. He’s not hurting me.”

A click and a ripple of reassurance from the direction of the whale.

Gordon gripped Virgil’s shoulders. “You’ll have to excuse me if I don’t entirely agree. C’mon, Virg, please get out of the water.” Scott and Grandma were going to freak.

Virgil sighed. “Gordon.” His eyes fixed on him. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the…medical side of this. I didn’t want you to worry.” A swallow. “Or stop me from exploring it.” He turned to look at the whale wallowing within arm’s reach. “But you are the only one who can possibly understand what this is.” He tilted his head. “John, maybe, but you are my fish, you know these oceans better than I ever will. I need you.” He grabbed at Gordon’s arm. “And I want to share this with you. This is your dream.” An indrawn breath. “And Enki agrees.”

As if on demand, Gordon was nudged gently at his hip. Looking down, he came face to face with a familiar beady gaze. The dolphin clicked at him and whistled. A wave of encouragement washed over him and he suddenly realised that he had been receiving all along.

“Enki?” He reached out a hand and gently touched his friend’s melon. “Hey, you never come this close to Tracy Island.”

The dolphin’s response could only be equated to a human rolling his eyes and tolerant exasperation. There was a sense of respect but also of ridiculousness.

He was dwarfed by the huge humpback whale but Enki didn’t seem to care and if anything was more flippant than usual.

Gordon trailed his fingers across smooth skin.

An image of Virgil flickered in Gordon’s mind followed by strange colours and words he couldn’t understand.

“You looking out for my brother?”

The chittering squeak emphasised determination with a flicker of worry. Again Gordon received echoes of respect for the whale, but also more exasperation as if Enki thought the whale was pompous and over-the-top ridiculous.

The whale grumbled.

And Gordon caught the edges of whatever he was saying as Virgil burst out laughing.

Enki grumbled back with more exasperation.

Gordon darted his eyes between his brother and the two cetaceans, suddenly feeling on the very edge of understanding.

“I hope you guys aren’t talking about me.”

Virgil snorted.

And Gordon relaxed just a little. His brother definitely seemed less stressed than yesterday. There was a light in his eyes.

Virgil opened his mouth and sung a series of notes and the old whale responded with a dirge.

Enki chirped and Gordon caught an image of deep browns, solemnity and seriousness, overlaid with Enki’s equivalent of a sigh.

The Keepers never had any fun.

Gordon blinked as Virgil straightened where he stood, humming. His brother reached out and touched the very tip of the old one’s rostrum. “I understand.”

Understand? Understand what?

Enki nudged him and threw patience at him.

Patience while his brother continued to fry his brain trying to talk to whales?

Calm trickled over him laced with music and suddenly the whale’s attention was directed solely at him.

Beside Gordon, Virgil gasped.

Enki trilled, brushed against his leg and Gordon was suddenly beset with a sense of agelessness, of songs sung for eternity, a flicker of Lucy and her mother…

And appreciation.

Even thank you.

Oh god.

“You’re welcome.” The words fell from his mouth, as the ancient animal edged forward and brushed at his belly.

The whale whistled a tune and the imagery and expression dissolved into gibberish.

Enki erupted into barks and squawks, suddenly berating the old whale.

He backed off with a grumble.

“Oops.” The word was laced with amusement and came from his brother beside him. Gordon couldn’t help but jump.

“Wow.” It was little more than breath.

“Yeah, that about sums it up.”

“Enki translated?”

“Yeah. Some.” Virgil’s arm slipped around Gordon’s shoulders. “But they seem to have an interesting relationship.”

Enki was still squawking at the whale.

Gordon could only pick up the very edges of what the dolphin was communicating, but it definitely sounded like the old whale was getting a lecture.

“He’s being protective.”

Virgil sighed. “Yeah. Kind of like a few family members I know.”

Gordon looked at him sideways. “Always, Virg, you know that. You do the same.”

Another sigh. Another, “Yeah.”

Gordon turned towards Virgil but didn’t move from under his arm. “How are you feeling?”

His brother tilted his head in a half nod. “Good. He’s been considerate and dumbed everything down enough to try and open a dialogue. Enki has helped. I think…” Virgil paused. “…if we are careful, we can learn to talk.”

Gordon reached out and clasped his brother’s sodden bicep. “And what about the risk? What about you?”

Virgil stared at him a moment. “Sometimes the risk is worth it.”

Gordon swallowed and hated himself for the briefest of thoughts that Virgil could possibly be right.

God, how could he?

“It’s my choice, Gordon.” A hitched breath. “I would rather you were with me than against me.”

That soft baritone broke through every defence Gordon had. A shift of his feet and he let his forehead drop onto Virgil’s shoulder. It was obvious Virgil, as always, was going to do exactly what he felt was right. “Please keep safe.”

That arm around his shoulders became two and Gordon was drawn in. “Always, fish.”

Gordon let all the breath in his body escape through his teeth, relaxing against his big brother for just a moment before forcing some steel back into his spine and straightening up. He caught Virgil’s questioning eyes.

“No more secrets. You tell me everything. You hear me?”

A single nod and a solemn expression. “FAB.”

“We do this together. No going off alone.”

Brown eyes so like his own stared at him a moment. A whisper. “Together.”

“Okay.”

But then he was yanked into a full-on heavy lifting hug. “Thank you, Gordon.”

He squawked. Those damned muscles were strong. “Virg!”

But his brother didn’t let go and without utilising self-defence techniques he would never use on Virgil ever, there was no way Gordon was escaping those arms.

He had to let go eventually and Gordon was surprised to find those brown eyes wet again, but not with seawater. There was a tension missing from Virgil’s shoulders and he looked almost wilted.

Gordon frowned in worry. “You okay?”

His brother smiled at him. “Couldn’t be better.”

Gordon found himself smiling just a little in return.

They were interrupted by a chirp.

He turned to find an audience of two cetaceans staring at them.

Enki projected amusement.

The whale blew bubbles.

Beside him Virgil let out a breath and rolled his eyes. “I’m glad we are entertaining.”

But his brother hadn’t removed his arm from Gordon’s shoulders, and standing there, chest deep in water, staring at the possibilities and the wonder ahead of them…

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Epilogue

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Gordon Tracy #Virgil Tracy #FishTank #kermadec au #nuttyfic

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maaarine · 4 years ago

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MBTI Typing Index: Fictional Characters — INTP ENTP INTJ ENTJ

Fictional characters: NF, NT, SJ, SP. Real people: index.

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INTP

A Beautiful Mind: John Nash

(The) Big Short: Mike Burry

Black Books: Bernard Black

Breaking Bad: Gale Boetticher

(The) Bridge (Bron/Bron): Saga Norén

Community: Abed Nadir

Death Note: L

Devs: Stewart

Doctor Who: The 12th Doctor

Elementary: Sherlock Holmes

ER: Lucien Dubenko

Fight Club: Narrator

Genius: Albert Einstein

Halt and Catch Fire: Gordon Clark

Hannah Arendt: Hannah Arendt

Hawking: Stephen Hawking

Me and Earl and The Dying Girl: Greg

Moneyball: Peter Brand

Money Heist (La Casa de Papel): Rafael

Mr. Robot: Elliott Alderson

Ozark: Jonah Byrde

Six Feet Under: Arthur Martin

Skins: JJ

Skyfall: Q

(The) Social Network: Mark Zuckerberg

Suits: Benjamin

Tesla: Nikola Tesla

Watchmen: Dr. Manhattan

Westworld: Bernard Lowe

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ENTP

(The) Aviator: Howard Hugues

Bridget Jones’s Diary: Daniel Cleaver

Californication: Hank Moody

Community: Jeff Winger

Doctor Who: The Eleventh Doctor

ER: Robert Romano

For All Mankind: Aleida Rosales

Friday Night Lights: Landry Clarke

Friends: Chandler Bing

Game Of Thrones: Tyrion Lannister

Gentleman Jack: Anne Lister

Gone Girl: Nick Dunne

Halt and Catch Fire: Cameron Howe, Ryan Ray

Hamilton: Alexander Hamilton

Harry Potter: Fred & George Weasley

(The) Hour: Freddie Lyon

House: Gregory House

Jessica Jones: Zebediah Killgrave

Jurassic Park: Ian Malcolm

(The) Last Kingdom: Aethelwold

Love, Victor: Felix Weston

Malcolm in the Middle: Malcolm

Mank: Herman Mankiewicz

(The) Martian: Mark Watley

Marvel Universe: Iron Man

Money Heist (La Casa de Papel): Palermo, Alicia Sierra

(The) OC: Seth Cohen

Six Feet Under: Nate Fisher

Stranger Things: Dustin Henderson

Suits: Mike Ross

Teen Wolf: Stiles Stilinski

This Is Going to Hurt: Adam Kay

(The) Tunnel: Karl Roebuck

Veronica Mars: Veronica Mars

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INTJ

A Single Man: George Falconer

Another Country: Tommy Judd

Better Call Saul: Gustavo Fring

Breaking Bad: Walter White, Gustavo Fring

(The) Crown: Graham Sutherland

Death Note: Light Yagami

Devs: Katie

ER: Kevin Moretti

(The) Fall: Stella Gibson

For All Mankind: Margo Madison

Game Of Thrones: Petyr Baelish

Halt and Catch Fire: Tom Rendon

Harry Potter: Tom Riddle

(The) Hour: Randall Brown

House Of Cards: Claire Underwood

House of the Dragon: Rhaenys Targaryen, Otto Hightower

Jessica Jones: Jeri Hogarth

John Adams: Thomas Jefferson

(The) Knick: Algernon “Algie” Edwards

(The) Last Kingdom: Aldhelm

Masters of Sex: Bill Masters

Mindhunter: Wendy Carr

(Les) Misérables: Enjolras

Money Heist (La Casa de Papel): The Professor

Narcos: Jorge Salcedo

(The) OA: Hunter Percy, Alfonso Sosa

Ozark: Marty Byrde

Rome: Octavian

(The) Secret History: Henry Winter

Squid Game (Ojing-eo Geim): Cho Sang-woo

Star Wars: Galen Erso

Testament of Youth: Vera Brittain

True Detective: Rust Cohle

Watchmen: Ozymandias

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ENTJ

Ares: Rosa Steenwijk

Borgen: Kasper Juul

Downton Abbey: Mary Crawley

(The) Dropout: Phyllis Gardner

Ex Machina: Nathan

Game Of Thrones: Tywin Lannister, Olenna Tyrell

Gilmore Girls: Paris Geller

Gone Girl: Amy Dunne

Good Girls Revolt: Finn Woodhouse

(The) Good Wife: Alicia Florrick

Halt and Catch Fire: Joe Macmillan, Diana Gould

Hamilton: Aaron Burr

House Of Cards: Francis Underwood

(The) Hour: Lix Storm

(The) Knick: John Thackery

Miss Sloane: Elizabeth Sloane

Molly’s Game: Molly Bloom

(The) Morning Show: Cory Ellison

Normal People: Marianne

(The) One: Rebecca Webb

Rome: Gaius Julius Caesar

Sex and the City: Big

Star Wars: Orson Krennic

Suits: Harvey Specter

(The) Thick Of It: Malcolm Tucker

(The) Wire: Stringer Bell

Westworld: Theresa Cullen

You’ve Got Mail: Joe Fox

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Fictional characters: NF, NT, SJ, SP. Real people: index.

#mbti #mbtiindex #mbtichar #mbtitv #mbtifilms #intp #entp #intj #entj

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vivienna-vivid · 4 years ago

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🌾 Hellen or Jubei? The Fate OCs?

🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them

HELLEN

Beauty comes in many shapes, as many would tell you — some more obvious that others. Yet, beautiful Hellen — whose face launched a thousand ships — chose to hide her beauty. Under a grim mask and dark leather armor, she presents herself as a lowly individual undeserving of recognition. Still, like a sunbeam peaking amidst dark clouds, her beauty shines through. Betraying her apparel was her sweet songlike voice, gentle as a summer breeze. In her voice was a softness and a warmth that rivals Eos' tender rays. You reckon the muses would weep in envy should Hellen decide to sing. And her laughter! Heavens, her laughter! "Let there be spring," Persephone says in Hellen's light laughter — filling your heart with daffodils, tulips, and ambrosias. A garden of splendors praising her very name: Hellen Nemesidea.

#oddnub #ask meme #karrie answers #oc; hellen of troy #verse; unsorted fate shit

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Do Leo and Clay have any dreams they want to achieve?

Thanks for the ask!! I'm still playing through the postgame of Explorers of Sky right now, so I'll be answering this based in where Clay and Leo are at that point of the story.

Clay wants to be someone that Grovyle would be proud of. After Dialga restored him to the new timeline, Clay slowly started to regain pieces of his memories with Grovyle. This is painful for him because Grovyle essentially raised him in the dark future, and Clay views him as his older brother. This only gets worse as time goes on and he recovers more memories. Despite the pain that this comes with, Clay is determined not to let it get him down. He's determined to live his life to the fullest in the incredible world he protected, because he knows it's what Grovyle would want him to do. He'll keep working hard like he always has, and he'll keep exploring with Leo and helping him achieve his own goals. He'll keep moving forward with a smile on his face, and he'll always be there for Leo, like Grovyle was for him.

Leo dreams becoming as great of an explorer as his parents were. They were master rank explorers, and their exploration team, Team Daybreak, was well known for their many discoveries. Leo wants to achieve Master rank with Clay on Team Sunspark. It seems unattainable to him at first, but he becomes increasingly confident as he explorers more with Clay. He got close to giving up after Clay disappeared, but his return a few months later reignites his motivation. After graduating from Wigglytuff's guild, Team Sunspark quickly becomes known for their explorations of Sky Peak and Blizzard Island. Due to their success in this and in preventing the collapse of Temporal Tower, Clay and Leo become known across the Grass Continent as generational young prodigies, and Team Sunspark becomes recognized as one of the hottest up and coming exploration teams. They're currently at Super Rank, and Leo's more fired up than ever to continue working towards his goal.

Once he achieves master rank, Leo hopes to travel overseas to search for his parents. They went missing a few years before he met Clay while exploring on the Water Continent, and he wants to find out what happened to them. He also wants to discover lots of unique sceneries to paint. He's always looking for fresh inspiration as an artist, and his explorations are a good way at providing that.

Sorry that I went on a bit of a tangent there, but I saw this as an opportunity to dump a lot of the ideas I've had while playing through the postgame. Thanks again for asking!!

#pmd #pmd eos #pmd explorers #pmd2 #my ocs #ray answers asks

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the-truth-will-light-the-sky · 6 years ago

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Music Headcanon Part One

The Chocobros listening to music feat. Insomnia and Leide Crew

The Chocobros feat. Veritas (OC)

Music would be something like: Ice Ice Baby, Manolo and U Can’t Touch This, No Sleep ’til Brooklyn, WTF, Sabotage, etc.

All the bros would bob their heads to and fro to the sound of the beat.

Their feet would tap and stomp to the music unconsciously and quite uncontrollably so.

Noctis would sometimes do the ‘bad boy’ pout accidentally to which the bros would tease him incessantly, much to his embarrassment, but does it anyway.

Prompto would unashamedly sing to the music with Noct as his back up singer. He can actually sing, this dude. But he’d rather just blend in.

Gladio would look out into the distance as they’re driving in the car, pretending that they were making a music video of his ‘bad-assery’.

The bros and V would lip sync to No Sleep ’til Brooklyn. Every one is assigned their own parts and would try their best to sing in character. Ignis got carried away as he drummed his hands on the steering wheel. Prompto and Noctis would even stand on the car as they sang the lyrics to one another, both in their rocker state.

Ignis would deny it, but he absolutely love music like these that always get his blood pumping as effectively as Ebony can. He’d sip a can of it while chilling to the beats yoh

When in their own private company, the bros would goof around with dance moves they see from music videos. Noct would goof around but deep inside he really wanted to dance like a cool back street guy.

Prompto would be the most competitive — he’d do really sick moves and would even pose at the right moment in the song, entertaining the whole gang up to the late hours of the night.

Gladio would criticize Noct’s trying hard moves and would often tease Ignis to drop the act and just let loose; of course he doesn’t.

Ignis would be in the kitchen baking or cooking to his heart’s desire, only to sing to the lyrics all by his lonesome and ultimately busting some moves of his own while holding his spatula. V walks in and walks back out again once she sees Ignis shaking them hips as the kitchen smelled of vanilla. *I found a silly gif of Iggy dancing...but I suppose I’d leave the vision of him dancing to our imaginations. Haha!*

V likes some of the old music from ancient Eos and would often revel in the music as it was being played all around Lucis. She would dance the traditional steps and would often take Ignis’ hands and dance with him, their arms hooked around each other’s, his feet shuffling as best as he can. He let loose for a bit. It’s the wine, he’d say. But we drank root beer, Noctis said to which Prompto snickered and took a shot of a rather competitive Iggy.

Gladio’s playlist includes not just ‘bad-ass’ music but also love songs, like tons of it. He’d be bursting his lungs out, complete with emotions nobody thought they’d see on Gladio’s eyes. Then after a particularly sappy song he’d pipe down and keep to himself, just absorbing the raw emotions. Iggy sheds a tear in secret.

Noct would HATE it once V puts in her OLD MAN playlist. She likes to listen to lots of genre, but when she’s particularly vexed or just missing Ravus, she’d sneak in a short valse in the completely varied playlist. Ignis approves of this.

Hammerhead

In Hammerhead, Cid would listen to his so-called ‘ swamp and cowboy tunes’ all day, erryday as Noctis would say. Sometimes he’d sing the wrong lines or miss the timing in the lyrics and would speed his singing up once he realizes he was out of sync. Noctis and the bros would hide beside the garage, laughing their brains out as Ignis records Cid’s singing. They would replay it every damn time as the opportunity arises. Even a stick in the mud like Cor would *giggle* each time he hears this.

Cor Leonis finds out in Leide that Dave the hunter shares the same damn good taste in music. So every night, they’d light up the camp fire and tune those guitars and blow on those harmonicas so they’d commence their good ol’ dirt road singing. Nothing like two deep voices singing gritty music while chugging a cold mug of liquor.

Cid’s playlist: Anything from Hank Williams. Hands down his favorite.

Cor’s playlist would have a variety of genre, but these songs pop into my head each time I see the marshal : Old Before Your Time by Ray LaMontagne, Sitting on the Dock of The Bay by Otis Redding, Universal Soldier by Donovan, Sheena-Na-Gig by PJ Harvey, Capsize by Black Delta, Through the Valley by Shawn James, etc. Basically anything that has that vintage old vibes and missing home feels and some moody ones as well.

Insomnia

If back in Insomnia, Cor would open the door and ask them all to keep it down. Back in his room he’d take up his guitar and sing some of his ‘cowboy’ music. Shh nobody knows.

The hall in Insomnia is vast and music echoed all over the walls each time there was a celebration or a performance by the Royal Symphony. One day, completely bored to death, Prompto and Noctis used a small audio system to start rapping in the hall, the amplifier making their voices ring all around. They sang in the silliest way possible or would imitate any person’s voice and would comment on any topic like radio DJs. Monica wasn’t pleased when she heard how Prompto imitated her voice — he got an especially grueling training in firearms the next day.

King Regis would ask any close female friend to dance with him during a celebration and would be rather dashing. Veritas noted that he’s still quite the dancer thirty years ago, much to his satisfaction.

As a young man, King Regis loves to listen to instrumental compositions. He’s not into the whole modern music of his age, moreover the ones his son loves to blast out during the mornings and midnights. He prefers the calm he gets when he listens to instrumental music and yet, despite the fast beats, he likes to listen to samba music, too. Oh dear, Queen Aulea used to tease him about it. And it was only her who got the killjoy prince to dance to it…and his lover was only too pleased with herself for coaxing him to uhh, shake those hips. If only she had taken a photo of him!

After seeing Lunafreya on television and newspaper coverage as well as hearing about her on the radio, Nyx Ulric finds himself absolutely smitten with the Oracle. Of course he denies it. There’s no way he can crush on the most loved woman of Eos. She’s way up there and he’s like, a dude who lives in a slightly shabby apartment in a not-so flashy neighborhood in Insomnia, a guy who likes dirt roads and road trips while she’s probably into posh Altissian dinners, high end hotel rooms and a mansion that smells like sylleblossoms that probably practically grows in every corner. His list goes on and on. His friends, particularly Libertus and Crowe both find it hilarious that the hero and not so innocent friend of theirs is in ‘lurve’ with the purest human being. Of course it’s a contradiction, but what’s not to love about such a tragic infatuation story? They’d tease him during their breaks or whenever she appears on the media. Their go to song to push their lovestruck friend’s buttons is ‘Uptown Girl’ from a vintage band. And boy would Nyx’s ears turn red as the two would sing along, pushing an article of newspaper with Lunafreya’s face. The song stuck and unfortunately for Nyx, it’ll play in his head even until the moment he suddenly meets the Oracle herself. Poor guy.

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totustuumegosum · 6 years ago

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}} OC talk

I got a wild hair and wanted to talk about an OC I have for FFXV that I’ll (likely) never get the chance to explore but am very much proud of nonetheless.

Whether through intentional withholding of information or (more likely) lack of time, Squeenix left a lot of information about Messengers just... completely up in the air and open. We see four confirmed Messengers in-game (Gentiana, Pryna, Umbra, and Carbuncle), but the Cosmogony claims that there are twenty-four in total. That’s an awful lot of semi-Astral beings to just wander around, so my own personal headcanon is that several of these Messengers must be dedicated to specific gods. It can be argued that Gentiana works in service to Shiva, disregarding the times when she is Shiva as it’s still unclear whether they’re two separate beings or one disguised as another. Carbuncle, due to his relation to the line of Lucis, may work more closely with Bahamut than the other Astrals. (And please do understand this is all conjecture on my part, with a little help from the fandom in some cases.)

I’ve always liked the idea that the summons from previous games still exist in Eos, even if we don’t get the opportunity to see them. It’s implied (somewhat) that Ixion still exists and may be in service to Ramuh, as it appears at the head of Ramuh’s staff when he calls lightning in battle.

And with that, let’s get into Revyscere...

General

Revyscere (rey-vii-say-ray, with emphasis on the vii) Messenger to the gods Ifrit and Leviathan Revyscere’s form is primarily based off the Zu in FFXV, save for a few key differences:

Rather than clawed feet, Revyscere has two fully-functioning humanoid hands that can grasp, motion, and perform fiddly tasks typical of any creature with an opposable thumb.

Revyscere’s skull more closely resembles an enteledont’s than a zu’s and has the teeth to match (as opposed to the zu’s seemingly vestigial “teeth”).

Revyscere has three humanoid breasts akin to the harpy Celaeno from The Last Unicorn. I admit that I’ve based quite a bit of Revyscere on that character as her appearance and mannerisms were very striking to me and remain so to this day.

Their calls sound much closer to a woman screaming than any identifiable speech/birdcall. Because of this, Revyscere requires a familiar when they choose to speak to humans. A familiar is a human that is offered up for Revyscere’s purposes to serve as a mouthpiece for the Messenger. (This will be explained later.)

Revyscere’s plumage varies depending upon how old they are. They begin very bright and colorful, matching a roaring bonfire and the “traditional” idea of a phoenix. As they age/deteriorate, their colors calm to ash/cinder/coal greys and blacks.

Revyscere refers to themself in majestic plurals (we/us/our). They also trend towards feminine descriptors (such as calling themself Mother-Phoenix).

Purpose

Revyscere, despite being a “Messenger”, actually deals more heavily with Astrals than they do with humans. Astrals die. They have incredibly long lifespans, but they do die natural deaths (and unnatural ones as witnessed in-game). Revyscere’s purpose is to facilitate the Astrals’ rebirth when their time comes, an action they carry out by eating the Astral’s corpse, absorbing its energy, and then laying an egg that will hatch into a fresher, younger Astral.

Yeah, it’s pretty gruesome. Such is life and its endless cycle. How much Revyscere devours translates to how “developed” the new Astral will be/how far along in their lifespan they’ll hatch. For example, Revyscere would not have to take much from Ramuh in order for him to hatch as an “adult”. If they can only swallow a small piece (say..... a single untainted horn from the head of Ifrit.....), the Astral will be reborn essentially as a child, new and innocent. Revyscere serves all the gods in this way, but they are particularly tied to Ifrit and Leviathan (”craftsmen to the cradle of all life”, and this again dives headlong into a ton of headcanon I have concerning the Astrals themselves... but that’s a different essay). Revyscere cannot die by normal means or through damage to their body. Instead they carry within them the one true Phoenix egg, which can only be hatched by Ifrit’s own fire. It’s only through Ifrit’s flame that the old Revyscere can die and the new one can hatch to carry on the life/death/rebirth cycle.

Familiars

As I stated before, Revyscere cannot speak. All communication with mankind is carried out through familiars, humans that have been offered up (essentially as sacrifice) to Revyscere. Since they are closely tied to Ifrit, the Messenger was regarded similarly to an Astral in Solheim. It was considered an honor to offer oneself up to serve as their familiar, with large ceremonies held to usher the person into their new life and purpose. Humans are reborn in the same manner as Astrals: Revyscere devours them, lays an egg, and (after a length of time to gestate) their familiar hatches into Revyscere’s service. This essentially “kills” the person they once were, as they become a vehicle for the Messenger’s voice and will, devoid of their previous personality and knowledge of their human life.

If adequate time is not given for the familiar to gestate, they will emerge “incomplete”. “Incomplete” familiars serve as mouthpieces but retain their human memories and personalities, and Revyscere will likely abandon them. (Similarly Astrals not given enough time to gestate will emerge younger than intended, but Revyscere guards the Astrals’ eggs with far more care and tenacity than familiars’.)

In general Revyscere has very little regard for mankind outside of what the Astrals require from it. Though they are not actively hostile to humans, they very much consider mankind beneath them (an attitude shared with Leviathan) and regard their duty to the Astrals as far more important than any human life. Because of this, Revyscere was sealed away by the Oracle (much like the Menace Beneath quests) and Bahamut soon after Ifrit died out of fear they would attempt to revive the dead Astral and the war would start up once again. It isn’t until the dawn returns and the Oracles’ magic has finally run its course that Revyscere breaks free to fly the skies once more, searching out what it can find of Ifrit so that balance may be restored among the Hexatheon.

#}} revyscere; oc #}} gore tw #{{ image in link }}#{{ keep in mind this is all HEAVILY based upon headcanon concerning the astrals/messengers }}#{{ so take just about everything with a grain of salt }}#{{ but uuuuuh i do love this and this OC }}#{{ just as a note: the screenshots are taken from private discord RP }}

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the-blind-geisha · 6 years ago

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You Say It Best, When You Say Nothing at All - Chapter 8

A/N: 10 chapter commission for @blustersquall of her OC, Isla Octavia and Gladiolus Amicitia~. The entire thing will be NSFW but each chapter will be rated accordingly~. Thanks so much for your commission and patience~

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As Isla was hoping, the bar blossomed to life in no time at all. A bulletin board was found in the cellar as predicted by Libertus and hung in its rightful spot yet again to tag hunts or daemon parts of need and worth for those brave enough to try. While it was mostly daemon hunters and the like that filtered in through the coming years, there were the occasional regular customers that merely ran shops in the town or helped keep Lestallum up and running in general.

Five years, and the sun had completely retreated from Eos…leaving many for the last four to wonder what it was truly like to feel such rays upon them as it was becoming but a memory now.

As she and Gladiolus spoke at the far corner of the bar in private, her attention was broken by the sound of an infant crying in the crowd of people. It wasn’t alarming to anybody, really—just a newborn possibly hungry or uncomfortable with the noise. Her eyes finding the source with Gladiolus, she couldn’t help but be curious of one so young coming into a world that had no more sunlight.

“I wonder what that must be like,” she spoke in a quiet hum of a whisper to her partner. Her forearms rested on the countertop, fingers intertwined together. “It must be so strange to come into a world that is always constantly dark and you must grow to learn to protect yourself.”

The Shield’s hand wiped across his mouth in thought of it. “Can’t say babies come into this world knowing there is such a thing as a sun and moon, so I guess they will be a bit surprised should our sun ever return.”

The thought was pleasant. The prophecy couldn’t be wrong in regards to their King returning to bring light back to the world, but people were beginning to lose hope in these long, dreary years.

“Your beard is growing out of control again,” Isla lightly teased as she was usually the one to help him shave it lately whenever he didn’t bother to. “Did you need me to take a blade to it again?”

Out of instinct, Gladiolus touched the area about his chin and cheeks. “Winter will be here soon, and I’d rather leave it as it is for now so a part of me doesn’t get cold. You can trim it a little if you want.”

“Just a little,” Isla assured him with a playful wink at the thought. She knew that the winters were the worst with it constantly being nightfall. There were even moments of snow when there was hardly ever a sight of such in Lucis; especially around Lestallum.

“There are talks of a behemoth rampaging out and about near that chocobo farm that finally got up and running with Wiz’s help,” Gladiolus commented almost randomly, stirring the ice a bit in his drink to kick up the flavor. “Was wondering if you wanted to go with me to see to the problem.”

Isla leaned forward, intrigued. “Will we be going alone?”

“Nah, a few other hunters will be joining us given the talks of this one,” Gladiolus confirmed. “I’d rather we go with a full party than none at all.”

“Who are the hunters?”

The Shield shrugged. “Not sure, really. Just heard from Dave and even the marshal that there are two others fit for the job, and we’ll probably meet up with them when we arrive. One has been scouting a bit near Insomnia and the other has been keeping an eye on the coast, helping refugees from Niflheim and Accordo that have been finding peace here on Lucis. One of them was even said to have helped Talcott a few times to my understanding in locating information about Ardyn.” He reclined back just a bit, trying to find excitement in the idea of working with these new faces. “I would ask Iris along but she’s been into making clothes for the nearly homeless people in these parts of Lucis.”

Isla smiled warmly at the thought, nodding in understanding. “I guess if we get lucky we should bring home a pelt or two for her to help with that. I know she was running out of materials to use.”

“Well…” Gladiolus’ voice lowered into a bit more of a somber sound. “…along the way we might encounter clothes from the Vanished, so if that is the case, we can take those as well.”

It was an upsetting thought but the rate in which people were turning was incredible as it was frightening. Isla was beginning to wonder if there would be a single person left alive on Eos when the light was said to return to the world…if it would at all. She hated to admit it, but even she was beginning to lose hope in that thought. “When do we plan on heading out?”

“Whenever you’re ready to,” Gladiolus answered, changing the topic as he finished the rest of his drink. “We don’t have to go right away but I know they are expecting us at least by Friday.”

Grabbing up the empty glass across from her, Isla dumped the ice out in the nearby sink before quickly washing the container. “I’ll be ready by early tomorrow. Libertus offered to watch the bar for me with the other employees I have, so I’ll be free to join you whenever you want to.”

Hearing the man’s name, Gladiolus did his best to not express his distaste in it. “Mm given the location of the farm, we better head out early.” Pushing himself to his feet, he excused himself with a simple gesture and a wink to Isla. “I’ll be training a bit before bed.”

Isla motioned her index and middle fingers towards Gladiolus in a sort of simple salute as a gestured response in return. “I’ll see you upstairs in just a few hours after that then.”

Everyone was training hard in regards to the apocalyptic world they all found themselves within, but given Gladiolus’ hope that his King and friends would return, he was the one training the most out of anybody. It seemed to become apart of his daily routine to the point Isla kind of wished he would find it within him to take a breather. As everyone else, she hated to think about it but what if all of this was for nothing? What if Noctis never would return? What if he was dead…? Were they all truly just waiting and hoping for a miracle that would never be?

With the bar closing down soon enough in the later hours after midnight, Isla made sure everything was prepared for tomorrow as Libertus saw the last few people out before closing and locking the door behind them.

Litertus had been weirdly quiet all night; especially after Isla had confessed to him that she needed to leave the bar in his hands while she ventured off with Gladiolus on this particular hunt. “You really heading off on this hunter quest with him, hu?”

The sound of his tone made Isla feel there was more to it than simply needing affirmation on that. In the past few years, Libertus had been at odds with Gladiolus for different reasons and the same could be said about the King’s Shield to the Glaive. It got to a point she tried to keep the two separate but she really didn’t want to lose Libertus as a friend and Gladiolus as someone she loved.

“It will give me and Gladio some time together, Libertus,” Isla confessed, moving out from behind the bar counter. She had gotten better at fighting on the field with Gladiolus using her body and spell daggers, causing the Shield to lower his guard a bit in having to worry about Isla when it came to their time out about fighting daemons. “If I have to live in this world the way it is now…I want it to be beside him.” She heard a disgruntled and annoyed sigh escape the Glaive in the process. “I know that angers you, but that has always been my choice.”

“And when will come the time that he up and decides to never return again when he goes off on one of his adventures without you?” Libertus asked a bit coldly, not liking the fact Isla was willing to shackle herself to a man he personally felt treated her with so little respect.

“Libertus,” she moaned in annoyance. “Gladio is doing everything he can to make sure he keeps himself sane as well as focusing on those he cares for. He’s not exactly a god that can do everything at once.”

“Oh yeah? And when was there ever a time he took a moment to think about you and what you needed?” the Glaive continued without restraint, hating to know that Isla was inwardly suffering in some ways with how their relationship changed since the fall of Insomnia and even Altissia but wasn’t too forward about it. “When was there ever a time the two of you just enjoyed one another’s company for a single damn day?”

Isla lowered her head, mouth agape as she wasn’t even sure what to say. Her throat was so dry it stung for a moment when she swallowed. “The world is different, Libertus,” she confessed forlornly. “It is rare to even find happiness anymore or have just a second to spend with the one you love without there being some tragedy that tears you both apart…”

Men and women had both become warriors in their own right, straining how many of them actually got married or become romantic partners given how some things had to regress back to a very primitive state. Families were being torn apart as some women had to revert to being just simple housewives who cared for any children about or took care of the home for the men while they were off hunting and slaying daemons. Gil was becoming almost useless and bartering was a better alternative in some cases. Trying to find happiness in a world that had death all around it was almost as impossible to find as the light itself.

“He should still do more than just leave whenever he gets the chance to,” Libertus insisted, witnessing as Isla kept her eyes from him and not wishing to buckle from his comments. Honestly, she didn’t want to raise her voice with all things considered—Gladiolus being merely upstairs at the moment in the room they sometimes shared. “I still think you should find someone else—anybody else, but not a man who does anything but be there for the woman he claims to love.”

“Enough!” Isla accidentally shouted. Her fingers curled inward, resting painfully against her palms as she did everything in her power to control herself and prevent her temper from flaring further. “He has done everything he can for me, Libertus—everything!” Her words were hissed in anger but kept quiet so as not to disturb or alert Gladiolus to the argument ensuing. “He is and continues to be the Shield of the King, and I knew from the moment I fell in love with him what that meant for me.” Her blue eyes darted in Libertus’ direction, unflinching. “This is my problem, if you so choose to see it as such…let me handle it and live my life the way I wish without your interference.”

The Glaive sighed in annoyance, motioning away from her. “Do whatever you want, but don’t say I didn’t warn you about him.”

Isla stood firm, letting Libertus willingly leave the bar shortly after the heated conversation. Breathing inward was painful—like a bunch of knives stabbing at her chest and raking down her throat just trying to let all the anger in and then out with another hurtful breath. Her steps were heavy as she ventured forward, locking the door behind Libertus as he had taken his leave and allowing her to stew in the aftermath he had brought upon her.

The bar had never felt so empty before even if she knew Gladiolus was very much upstairs waiting for her in their bedroom. What was she doing with her life…? She had fallen in love with a man who was devoted even now to what could be a myth never to return. In the past five years she had seen Gladiolus heal ever slightly but he was never as he used to be.

He was quieter…calmer in an odd sense. At times it made her worry he was merely depressed and not wishing to talk about it as he wanted to be there to shoulder her burdens over her doing anything of the sort for him. He was locked into his duties, chained down by his burdens and thoughts, and now Isla was wondering how to make him open up once more. She knew she couldn’t make him but apart of her wanted to try again after the last successful attempt back when he undertook the Trials of Gilgamesh.

Isla hadn’t even realized she had just walked up the steps and headed down the hallway towards the bedroom door she knew Gladiolus was probably asleep behind until she found herself standing just before it to look upon its decorative, wooden design. If they were to be up early, she had a feeling he wasn’t even waiting for her to come in bed beside him. Opening the door, she was far than less surprised to find it to be truthful. The Shield was very much lying there under the covers fast asleep judging by the sound of things.

She kept her sigh quiet, turning to the nearby dresser drawers to pull out the evening attire she would wear to sleep while throwing her top up and over her head before tossing it nearby on a chair that wasn’t far from reach.

There was an awkward, long breath that surfaced from Gladiolus on the bed. “Do I truly make you miserable at times, sunshine?”

Isla froze in putting the nightshirt over her head, the words like a dagger to the heart. “No,” she spoke without restraint, turning to where Gladiolus’ tattooed back was facing her as he hadn’t bothered to turn over to look upon her (perhaps out of shame and worry). Isla fixed the shirt into place as she hurried over to him to place her hand on his shoulder to comfort him. “I am not sure what you heard but…trust me when I tell you that I understand your duties will always come first.”

“And yet that’s not how it’s supposed to be,” Gladiolus insisted with an annoyed grunt as he turned over onto his back at least to gaze up at Isla. His hand moved to her cheek as he let the strands of her black hair tease the back of his touch. “I understand my duties will always come first but you are just as important as that.”

She tried to be understanding in the matter even if her heart hurt still from a combination of Libertus’ words and the comforting scene laid out before her. “It’s okay,” she whispered to reassure him. “I’m here—we’re here—and even if we’re not married, I’ll always be here waiting for you to return should you ever need to leave to be elsewhere.”

His amber eyes shifted at the words, sitting upright with a frown that seemed to hold some form of determination behind it. Knees a bit towards his chest, Gladiolus relaxed his arms upon them with a hum in thought. “Would you…even want to marry me…I wonder.”

Isla’s eyes widened slightly at the thought, blinking away her confusion at the sudden question shortly after as she sat on the bedside near Gladiolus where her cheek found rest upon his bare shoulder. “We’ve been together through so many years and so much crap that I am sure we would be just fine together as a married couple.” She stifled a laugh in her throat. “Could upgrade our bickering to newlywed spats.”

The hum she heard sounded like his own version of quiet laughter in response. “I’ll remember that.” Gladiolus turned, kissing her on the head before escorting Isla into an embrace that he himself needed as he found her presence the most welcoming and temperate with life in the long, evening hours. “There is hardly any warmth left in this world,” he mused aloud. “At times I wonder when my own heart will turn to ice and just shatter in my chest but…” The Shield paused, moving his fingers through Isla’s hair once more to watch as the raven colored strands fell away through his grasp. “…with you, I always feel myself fill with life again. I don’t know why I always find myself running away from that.” Gladiolus looked away. “No…perhaps I do know. I am worried of what I could lose again if I keep it too close.”

She shook her head at his fears and concerns, her palm cradling the back of his hold in support as her fingers curled over the bend in his hand. “You’re not going to lose someone as stubborn as me, Gladio. You can be a hardheaded mule at times, but I understand why you’ve been so and why you’ve been distant during these hard few years.”

“You can give excuses to my actions but they hardly qualify as being right,” he seemed to growl as a response. “For weeks—months—hell, even the past few years I’ve cursed Noct for being immature and childish, never growing up to accept his duties and here I am being no better at times.” He sorely laughed at the idea, wishing he could have apologized to his friend for that. “Iggy always got onto me for looking too forward at times and never appreciating what was around me, and now I know what he meant.”

“I cannot imagine the training you all went through but again, I get it,” Isla confessed, embracing Gladiolus’ nearest arm as she nuzzled against his skin.

“It’s time I grew up just as Noct did in those brave moments he had in trying to save us all,” the Shield nearly whispered. “There’s no point lying in waste in a world of ruin when I have someone like you beside me—the one person I haven’t chased off yet.” Gladiolus hadn’t seen or heard from Ignis and Prompto in years, leaving a vast emptiness inside of him that Isla had managed to fill and protect for the time being. At times he wanted to call them or text them but he always worried he was only going be a burden to them somehow or they would reject his advances to try and reunite again...if they were even still alive. By now, he didn’t really know.

“So, no more running away and hiding in your own world, hu?” Isla questioned with a curious tilt of her head, a raise of a single brow.

“No more,” Gladiolus affirmed, moving to covet her lips with his own as he kissed her for the first time in what felt like an eternity. His arms brought her in closer, letting the quiet yet rushed beating of her heart lay to rest upon his chest while his fingers sprawled against her upper back to take in every minor muscle movement and lingering piece of warmth that her skin retained in the cold hours of twilight. “Besides, I am ready for what’s to come ahead. Right now, I should enjoy myself in what remains in this world,” he confessed, moving a mere few inches from her lips to express himself.

Isla smiled brightly, her fingers curling upon the side of his cheek to let them wander as they so pleased from his skin to the beard that had grown a bit more in the coming days. “I was wondering when something was going to knock you to your senses.” Her body inched forward upon the bed to which Isla found herself cuddling against him in time. The Shield was the most comforting and protective place in all of Eos she could hope to be as of that moment; especially after her painful confrontation with Libertus.

She too felt like she was losing everything all at once, but she could hardly handle the thought of losing her friend as well as the man she loved in one sitting. Maybe…just maybe…in time even Libertus would see that Gladiolus was more than he chose to view him but for now she was quite eager to depart on her adventure with the Shield and escape the suffocating waters of the bar for just a bit longer.

It was frightening how normal a constant night was becoming. Waking up to nothing but darkness it felt like the world just didn’t move and everybody was stuck in a one continuous day. It drove some mad and to some rather dire and bitter ends with their lives but some had chosen to accept it and wait it out no matter how weary their souls were becoming.

Cars were still working and since they were a much better alternative than a chocobo, Gladiolus took to one he had found off the streets and worked tirelessly in the past year to get back to working condition with Cindy’s help. It was hardly one of the fancier models you’d see from Insomnia but it was big enough to at least fit four to five people within it. The headlights kept the daemons away from the vehicle even if some dared to try and come up close to it. They were so used to the darkness that any amount of light made them flinch it seemed.

On the way, Isla couldn’t help but be curious who it was they would be teamed up against. She’d met many hunters that she and Gladiolus worked with side by side but it always felt like they came and went—some leaving never to return and some merely expressing interest in seeing how the other parts of Eos faired and remaining decently in touch with them in case Isla and Gladiolus wanted to team up again.

“I’m still surprised Dave didn’t say anything about these hunters we were to meet,” Isla commented, keeping her eyes out on the dreary and dead look of the world around them. It was so upsetting to see what was once full of life rotting around them ever so slowly. To her understanding, most of the fish had died lately and it was becoming harder to find any of them. The price of fish in general increased and if you wanted to trade for any, you better have a good number of things for it.

“Eh,” Gladiolus moaned with a shrug, keeping his eyes on the road ahead, “I am far from concerned about it. I balance better with you anyways, so I am not too worried about my synergy being gone to shit if these hunters are bad at their jobs.” He noticed that Isla was still a bit quiet, keeping her eyes out the window and not saying much in the past thirty minutes they had been on the road. He knew she wasn’t nervous. She got over that fear forever ago. “How, uh…was Libertus this morning?”

Isla moved ever so, the leather of her attire stretching just a bit as she tried to get comfortable in the car seat. “I don’t know,” she answered simply as if wanting to dismiss it. “I…kind of went out of my way to avoid him.” The hunter could hardly say she was in the mood to put up with another confrontation if Libertus was feeling like giving it to her.

Gladiolus sighed to himself, shaking his head as he ran his fingers through his hair that had been growing out in the past few weeks as well (honestly, he was being too lazy in thinking of asking Isla to cut it for him). “I am sorry I wasn’t there for that,” he murmured in regret, the bumpiness of the ride making the car shake and groan over the terrain that was nearly overgrown in some areas.

“You were there to help,” Isla corrected, glancing over to the driver’s seat to note that he was keeping his eyes ahead on the darkness surrounding them. “You were upstairs—.”

“—Yeah, doing nothing,” he reminded her. “I was listening to the fight just vaguely through the vibrations of the bed, and I could have done something to step in and tell him to shut it…”

Isla’s gloved fist curled, the leather very audible in the moment. “I would…have preferred you stayed out of it either way.”

Gladiolus humphed at the thought. “Why?”

“Because it’s my problem, not yours.” She reached across and playfully slapped his nearest arm to make him drop it. “Now, let it go…I’ll be fine.”

With the farm coming into view finally, Gladiolus found a decent place to park within safety of the daemons that continued to patrol the night. As he moved out of the vehicle he noted one other nearby—it had the Hammerhead logo imprinted on the side, was a forest like green in base color with off-white seating. “Hu…guess whoever is here works for Cindy,” he commented aloud, finding that odd as he didn’t note that many hunters near Hammerhead but he understood there was a base there to keep sights in on the city. “Must be the Insomnia guy I heard about—the one who camps out near the ruins of the Crown City to get a good look of what comes and goes.”

Isla embraced herself as she found the chill in the air a bit harsher than normal given the early hour. She saw no other car but the one they arrived in and the other with the Hammerhead logo. “And the other? Do you think they’re both here?”

“There y’all are,” spoke Wiz with relief, gaining the hunters’ attention. “I was wondering when you’d arrive.”

“Sorry if you were waiting for too long,” Gladiolus answered, extending his hand to offer as a greeting to the man he hadn’t seen in quite some time. “It was a bit late when I got in last night, so I couldn’t give the news to Isla till I had the time.”

“Ah, not a problem at all,” Wiz insisted, greeting Isla next before waving them to follow behind him as he headed towards the old ranch that had seen better days. “I sent the others out early on another huntin’ quest that I know wouldn’t be a problem for them. They agreed to go at it together, saying it would help them connect a bit better.”

Isla could hear the birds being restless inside of their stalls that were just beside the old race track that had become overgrown from lack of use. “So the other hunter is here?”

“Yeah, he was picked up in Galdin by the other lad,” said Wiz, stopping just short of where a map was hanging on the store wall. “The terrain out in these parts have changed since you last been here, Gladio. I think you might want to take this here updated map before trying to head outward. The guys are waitin’ for ya—just here.” He motioned to a spot not far away that he knew as a camping ground. “They set up there as a base for now, and I am sure they’re dying to see ya again.”

“‘Again’?” Gladiolus quoted, raising a thin brow at the comment. “Do I…know them?”

Wiz merely chuckled to himself. “You’d be surprised. They’ll fill ya in when you arrive. Don’t keep ‘em waitin’ now. We need that behemoth and its group taken down as quickly as possible. Can’t go transporting birds about Lucis if there are problems as this in the way.”

Isla herself was a bit confused but hopeful as she followed behind Gladiolus to the location marked on the map. “Wonder why they went on ahead. Are the areas that bad…? I know behemoths are powerful but…wonder what else is out here?”

“Not too sure, but keep your head up,” the Shield insisted, his voice heavy with thought as he was hopeful as to who was waiting for him just over the ridge and off into the nearby woods where the haven was lying in wait for them.

Upon arriving, the fire was very much alive but nobody was there right away to greet them. There were two chairs positioned about the raging embers that glittered in the night, showing that the group was probably not far away. “They’re still around somewhere,” Isla commented as she noted the nearby coffee that appeared to be very much fresh as it was sitting on the table folded out and in a mug with a chocobo logo on it.

Gladiolus’ amber eyes darted about in hope, trying to give claims to the truth that his friends could just very well be the hunters sent with him. “Hu…we’ll just—.”

“Gladio?” came a very distinctive and recognizable voice that the Shield hadn’t heard in years.

Pivoting on his heels, Gladiolus turned and noted in the faint light of the haven that Prompto was standing just ahead with an uncertain look of how to react. Last they encountered one another, it was hardly on good or happy terms but the quivering way the cameraman stood, it showed he more than ever wanted to say ‘hi’ and put everything in the past.

“Prompto,” Gladiolus breathed in surprise and equal relief. Out of anybody, he thought for sure the cheery blond would have died given how he felt the gunman always needed to be protected and yet, here he was—older, a goatee very much aging him slightly as were the obvious bags under his eyes as it appeared he got very little sleep for who knew what reason.

“Wow,” he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head. “It’s, uh…it’s been awhile, hasn’t it?”

“Indeed,” spoke Ignis from the opposite end of the camp as he began to casually walk up the side as though he knew exactly where to put his footing. The dark visor hid his damaged sight but the way the advisor held himself now nobody would be the wiser as to the very idea he was blind. The decorative cane was gone and his hair having grown more up top had been slicked back, making him appear to not have changed much in physical comparison. “It is always good to hear your voice again, Gladio.”

“I thought I’d never see you guys again,” Gladiolus confessed, his words shaking in worry of that fear as he knew he was partly to blame for causing the separation of everyone and even nearly destroying his relationship with Isla in the process of trying to take on too many things at once with preparing for their King and friend to return.

Prompto hurried towards the Shield as Ignis moved more inward to the location of Gladiolus’ voice. His arms opened and the hunter embraced his friends tightly with his teeth biting at his lower lip to prevent it from quivering. He had lost a majority of his family in this war and he nearly lost the other half in the ruins of Eos and fires of his temper. He wasn’t going to let that happen again.

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