#friendlygaygiant

[critter-of-habit]

friendlygaygiant replied to your post: Some of y'all haven’t put 200+ hours into a game...

@critter-of-habit It’s really the only outcome. Even if you chose all non-romance options and told him to leave Greece at the end he still stays and you have the simple life with the kid forced on you

That is... somehow worse than not getting an option at all. wtf.

[saintdollyparton]

Hey, since you are also really into Critical Role I just wanted to let you know that apparently there is going to be a Kickstarter for minis launching today at 8pm GMT. They will have the Vox Machina and Mighty Nine figures. It's up on the new official CR twitter also with a link to see the minis in advance. I'm so excited for this I need to share it with all the people I know who are into CR 😁

I saw that!! They’re amazing!

[beaglesinbowties]

friendlygaygiant  I want to write a drabble or two. I’m feeling...

memories and Burnham/georgiou maybe?

[alifeoflesbionage]

Gosh, that story was super cute and fluffy!!! How about a scenario between these two where Evie is just too gay to function? Like literally stuttering/crashing into things because of seeing Mal or somethings she's done? Usually Mal is the gay mess but I'm sure it works just as well the other way around.

Okay, so this fic went in a direction that I did not expect, and I’m not even upset about it honestly. This is one of the cutest things I have ever written. Enjoy!

The click of her heels echoed down the hall as Evie stormed back toward her dorm room. When people saw her coming they turned to wave or say hello, but recoiled from the fiery glare she shot back. It had not been a good day, and she was not in the mood to be sociable. Everything had gone wrong, and she was half a step away from taking it out on the next person who tried to talk to her.

No one was stupid enough to try. She made it back to her dorm room without a single interaction and shoved the door open. It hit the wall with a loud bang. She march inside ready to throw her books on the ground and grumble at Mal about everything that had gone wrong. All her anger and frustration drained out of her the moment she saw Mal.

“You’re not supposed to be home yet,” Mal protested at the sight of Evie. She did her best to shield the half-painted canvas she’d been working on, but it didn’t matter.

Evie wasn’t paying any attention to the canvas. Her eyes were locked on Mal. The door slamming open had surprised her. Her wide eyes betrayed her displeasure at being caught in the middle of her project and somehow it made her look more like a wild animal than a girl. She sat sprawled in the middle of the floor on top of a layer of newspaper. A plethora of paint tubes and brushes surrounded her. She wore one of Evie’s old tshirts that was baggy on her in all the right places. Her messy hair only added to the untamed air that made Evie’s breath catch in her throat. A smudge of green paint had managed to get smeared across Mal’s face, and Evie couldn’t help but notice it was uncannily close to the color of Mal’s eyes.

Until the moment she’d thrown open the door, Evie hadn’t realized how much Auradon had changed Mal. She was and always would be the girl from the Isle with the purple hair, leather jacket, and a glare that could kill, but Auradon had started to soften her hard edges just a bit. Back on the Isle Mal had always been on edge, always ready for a fight, but now as she sat on the floor in Evie’s borrowed shirt surrounded by the art that she loved, Mal had never looked more relaxed and - happy. It was the most beautiful scene Evie had ever seen.

“I-um,” Evie stuttered as she stepped into the room and tried to shut the door. She didn’t succeed, but managed to drop the books she’d been carrying on the floor instead.

“Is that my shirt?” she blurted without meaning to, entirely forgetting about the books. Sitting there on the ground wearing Evie’s shirt and looking more at ease than Evie had ever seen her, Mal took her breath away. She could make herself look away.

Mal looked down, then back up at Evie. “Yeah, you were going to throw it out, so I kind of took it. I can give it ba-”

“No, it looks better on you.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth Evie realized what she had said and stared at Mal in horror.

“I just remembered I forgot - I have to go.” She turned around to flee and tripped over the books still scattered across the floor. She stumbled over them and out the door, but when she tried to pull it closed behind her a hand caught her wrist.

She turned around to see Mal smiling at her and her heart skipped a beat. She swallowed nervously and tried to pull her hand away. Mal wouldn’t let go.

“Are you okay, E?” Mal asked, her eyes twinkling. God, they were so green. Evie couldn’t breathe.

“Fine,” she squeaked.

“You seem a bit,” Mal pulled Evie back into the room, “flustered.”

“I don’t-,” she stared at Mal in her baggy tshirt, messy hair, and bare feet and couldn’t remember what she was going to say.

“You know E, I’m not with Ben anymore.”

“I don’t - I mean - why would that matter to me?” Evie scoffed, but her eyes betrayed the truth. She had wanted nothing more than to be with Mal for as long as they had known each other, but Evie had never imagined Mal might - she couldn't even bring herself to think the words.

Mal raised an eyebrow. “E, I see the way you look at me. The way you are looking at me right now, for example. You’re a terrible liar.”

“Mal,” Evie paused. She didn’t even know what to say or where to start.

“You couldn’t possibly-” Once again words failed her. She bit her lip and looked down at Mal’s hand still holding her wrist because she couldn’t keep looking at those bright green eyes that seemed to be able to read every emotion she was feeling.

Mal’s hand was on her face. She forced Evie’s head back up to look at her. They stared at each other for a second before Mal reached up and pulled Evie’s face down until their lips met.

It felt as though fireworks had exploded in Evie’s chest. Warmth spread through her like fire. She felt Mal’s fingers tangle in her hair, so she snaked her arms around Mal’s waist and pulled her closer. After so many years of sneaking glances when she thought no one was looking and daydreaming about what it might be like to hold Mal like this, she’d never imagined it could feel like this, like they were two puzzle pieces that were meant to fit together.

Neither girl noticed when Jay and Carlos appeared in the doorway, a pair of ridiculous matching grins on their faces.

“Finally.” They both jumped and broke the kiss. Evie felt breathless and exhilarated all at once. She could feel heat creeping into her cheeks, but Mal stared back at the boys with a triumphant defiance.

“Go away,” she ordered and leaned forward to shut the door right in their faces.

She turned back to Evie with a wicked grin on her face. “Can we try that again?”

“Definitely,” Evie purred, and they did. They tried it again, and again, and again for the rest of the evening. By the time the moon was high in the sky Evie could say with confidence that kissing Mal was her new favorite past time.

[comebackbehere23]

@friendlygaygiant I wrote the Trimberly/Wonder Woman prompt you suggested! Hope you enjoy it: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11203497/chapters/25049313

[scientificxmethod]

Hi Erin, is there any place you would like to visit? Something specific or maybe just another country in general? Did you and Holtz go on a honeymoon yet or is that still in the planning stages? (for sparks fly main verse)

“That’s a tough one. I’ve been lucky enough to visit quite a few places all around the world while I attended conferences there - both as a speaker and as an interested audience member - so I don’t think there’s any new places I really want to visit. Having said that, though, I would love to re-visit some of the places I’ve been, like Rome or Barcelona. I might actually get Jill to join me on one of those trips, that would be nice...

That said, work does keep us horribly busy. We’ve been planning a proper getaway for a while now, but clearly Ghosts could not care less about our personal lives. I know we both love our work, but sometimes it takes a toll on us. We did spend a weekend upstate, just to unwind, but if I’m honest I’m still trying to plan a trip to Europe, even just for a few days. After eloping (thank you, unstable political climate) I think we’ve deserved a proper getaway, don’t you think?”

[saintdollyparton]

friendlygaygiant replied to your post “WAIT THERE IS A PACIFIC RIM BOARD GAME?!”

It's on kickstarter right now. It's not released yet

Thank you for letting me know! Now I’m gonna go check it out and possibly fund it!

[beaglesinbowties]

You should check out Passion & Perfection. They have the biggest Popular fanfiction archive I think. Most of my favourites are on there and the one you mentioned is ringing a bell, too.

Haha, I’m 99% certain that’s actually where I read it - it’s just…the way things are sorted there aren’t very conducive to finding the fic. I guess I’ll just have to put on my fedora and go digging. :D

[alifeoflesbionage]

Everyone Is Scared Sometimes

This one is for @friendlygaygiant

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12262440

The night was quiet. Mal and Evie sat in their room lounging on Evie’s bed as the TV played reruns quietly in the corner. After a long day of school, dress fittings for clients, and herding the transfers from The Isle around, the two of them wanted nothing more than to relax and enjoy each other’s company.

Mal sat leaning against the wall with a pile of cushions propping her up and Evie’s head in her lap. She absently ran her fingers through the blue waves, lulling Evie into a light doze. She felt content and at ease as her mind wandered through a half-hearted to do list for the next day. Not for the first time she thought of how happy she was to no longer be on The Isle. She’d never had nights like this before Auradon.

Days and nights on The Isle were spent wreaking havoc and causing mischief. There was no time for quiet moments like this one. If they had never come to Auradon, her life would have continued to be one miserable day after another doing her mother’s bidding and tormenting the other people of The Isle. Instead she got to sit here with the most beautiful girl in the entire kingdom enjoying an evening of quiet with no plotting or scheming. She definitely preferred this.

A knock at the door pulled her out of her meandering thoughts.

“Come in,” Mal called. She waited for the door to swing open, but it stayed closed, and she heard the soft sound of timid footsteps hurrying away down the hall. It had probably just been one of the other the Isle transfers playing a stupid prank, but a strange feeling of unease settled over her and urged to to get up and check.

Evie had fallen fast asleep, so Mal slid out from under her taking great care not to wake her. When she was sure Evie was still asleep she hurried to the door and pulled it open only to be greeted with an empty hall. She glanced up and down just in time to see a silhouette retreating down the hall. She recognized the mane of wild hair immediately.

“Dizzy?” she called out.

The figure stopped and Mal saw her flinch. Slowly she turned, a tentative smile on her face.

“Oh hey, Mal,” Dizzy greeted with an enthusiastic wave that didn’t match the sad hunch of her shoulders.

“Did you need something?”

“Oh no, it’s okay,” she stammered. As Mal stepped closer she realized Dizzy was shaking.

“Dizzy, what’s wrong?”

Dizzy hung her head. “Nothing.”

Mal bent down and looked up into Dizzy’s eyes. “Hey, come on, you can talk to me. What’s going on?”

She peeked up at Mal as if checking to see if the older girl really meant what she said. She seemed to be satisfied with what she saw, but her lip still quivered a bit as she said, “I had a nightmare.”

“Was it about The Isle?”

Dizzy nodded as tears welled in her eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Mal reached out and put a hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay. You’re safe now. They can’t get you here.”

When the girl didn’t look like she was going to calm down anytime soon, Mal straightened and pulled Dizzy into a tight embrace. Dizzy didn’t resist and instead buried her head in Mal’s shoulder.

“I’ve never had a nightmare before,” she whimpered, her voice muffled by the fabric of Mal’s sweater. “Isle kids don’t get nightmares. We’re not supposed to be scared.”

Mal hugged her tighter as she felt a pang of sympathy in her chest. She’d thought the same thing when she first came to Auradon and woke up almost every night in a cold sweat. Even now Mal still berated herself for letting herself be so weak. But she couldn’t escape the fear of going back, she had a sneaking suspicion that all the kids from The Isle would be plagued by this fear for a very long time.

“You know, when I first got here I got them too. I still do sometimes. So does Evie.”

Dizzy’s gaze jerked up, and she looked at Mal with wide eyes. “But you’re not afraid of anything.”

“I just pretend I’m not afraid of anything.” She brushed a lock of hair out of Dizzy’s face and hesitated. Talking about The Isle and what it had done to her was hard, but Dizzy needed to hear it. She needed to know she wasn’t alone, so Mal continued despite the tightness in her throat. “And you know what my biggest fear is?”

“Pink?”

“Going back.”

Understanding clouded Dizzy’s eyes, and she slipped her hand into Mal’s. “I had a dream that Grandmother showed up and dragged me back to The Curl & Dye and made me sweep and scour until my fingers bled and then she forced me to use the blood to dye her hair red. It was awful.”

“We never have to go back Diz. Ever. It was only a nightmare. It’ll never come true.” She felt as though she was trying to convince herself as much as she was trying to convince Dizzy. She still feared that someday she’d do something so unforgivably evil that they wouldn’t let her stay anymore. The thought made beads of sweat form on the back of her neck.

“What if I do something bad? What if I mess up?”

Mal crouched back down so she was at eye level with Dizzy and put her hands on Dizzy’s shoulders. “Nobody’s perfect. You’re going to mess up and make mistakes, but that’s okay. The Auradon kids mess up all the time too. When I first got here I put Ben under a love spell to try to steal Fairy Godmother’s wand, and do you know what? He forgave me. They all did. It’s okay to make mistakes. They’re not going to send you back.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.” She wasn’t, but Dizzy didn’t need to know that. She all of her own fears echoed in Dizzy’s eyes, but she didn’t want Dizzy to be afraid. She wanted her to be happy here and forget everything that had happened to her on The Isle. “And even if they tried, they’d have to go through Evie, and she is a force to be reckoned with when she wants to be.”

“Yeah, she is,” Dizzy giggled, then her smile faded, and she looked up at Mal with a very serious expression, something Mal so rarely saw on Dizzy’s usually so cheerful face. “Thank you.”

“Us Isle kids have to stick together. Ready to go back to bed?”

Dizzy looked shy as she picked at a tear in the carpet with her bare toes. “I don’t want to go back to my own room. It’s too quiet in there.”

“You can come sleep in our room tonight, then. I know Evie won’t mind.”

“Really?” Dizzy’s face lit up, and she clasped her hands to her chest.

Mal laughed and draped her arm around Dizzy’s shoulders. “Yeah, come on.”

With Dizzy pressed close to Mal’s side they headed back up the corridor to Mal and Evie’s room where Evie was still fast asleep. As they stepped inside Mal pressed a finger to her lips to indicate Dizzy should be quiet. After closing the door Mal glanced around and realized they had nowhere for Dizzy to sleep unless they wanted to make her sleep on the floor which she was sure the other girl had done enough for a lifetime back on The Isle.

“You’ll have to share my bed,” Mal whispered and led the way over to her side of the room. Dizzy just shrugged. She’d never even had a bed before - her grandmother preferred she sleep on a lumpy pile of blankets that smelled strongly of mildew in a corner of the shop in case Dizzy needed to be up and cleaning at a moment’s notice - she didn’t mind sharing. At least she got to sleep on a bed at all.

Before climbing into bed, Mal wandered around the room shutting off all the lights and muted the TV. She returned and slid in under the blankets next to Dizzy. As soon as she was settled Dizzy nestled up close to her side and laid her head of wild hair on Mal’s shoulder. Mal was surprised for only a second before she simply wrapped an arm around Dizzy and closed her eyes. Just like when she shared a bed with Evie, it felt nice to have the warmth of another person next to her. It made her feel less alone, and she was sure Dizzy felt the same.

Evie woke with a start a little over an hour later to find the other side of the bed where Mal had previously been, empty. She looked around and discovered the shape of Mal curled under the blankets on her own bed. Confused, Evie pushed the blankets aside and slid out of bed. It had been a long time since they’d slept in their own beds. They both preferred the company of the other at night, it seemed to help with the nightmares.

With silent steps she crept across the room, worry filling her chest. Maybe Mal had woken up not feeling well or had another nightmare that she didn’t want to wake Evie up over. When she reached Mal’s bed understanding washed over her and a small smile turned up the corners of her lips.

Mal and Dizzy lay pressed close together, their heads resting on the same pillow. Mal still had a protective arm around Dizzy and was letting out small, contented snores in her sleep. Happiness pooled in Evie’s chest as she watched their chests rise and fall with the steady breathing of deep sleep. They looked so peaceful, and it warmed Evie’s heart. It didn’t take much for her to guess what had happened, and she was so grateful that Mal had stepped up to look after Dizzy.

“Thank you,” she murmured to Mal as she reached out and brushed her thumb over Mal’s cheek. She looked down at the two most important people in her life, and her smile widened. There were no words to describe how happy she was to have them here with her, so close and safe, far away from The Isle and all of its horrors. She just hoped that in time the nightmares would go away, and they could all be happy in Auradon with The Isle as only a distant memory. After what they all had gone through, they deserved to be happy.

[dreamshapers-universe]

@friendlygaygiant said: The film raises a lot of questions and only offers some hints. Have you seen it in German or English? Sometimes the translations don’t convey all information. This YouTube video is really good at explaining all the little things though: youtu.be/hEZJQ7Q…          

I’ve seen it in English :D (we always go to the English cinema here because of the translation issues). Thank you for that link - I’ll have to check that out ASAP :D                

[dreamshapers-universe]

@friendlygaygiant said: Stay strong! Even these days end at some point 😒   

Thank you friend :) I’m hangin in there :D