#listen Gil is such a sweetie

[softquietsteadylove]

Hello! I would like to make a request. Since I really liked your 5+1 things may I request another one? You can choose the AU :)

Five times Gil hid an injury from Thena, and one time he couldn’t hide anymore.

Would be awesome! And thank you for writing so many Thenamesh ones! ❤️

Little accidents were bound to happen, even in the end of the world.

"Gil?"

Gil startled, rushing to hide his little cut in his finger. He felt embarrassed.

Thena was such a badass, and she already had all the knowledge and skill needed to survive in what remained of the world. She didn't really need him. He was pretty sure she didn't really want him either.

"How is the food coming?" she asked quietly, in the same cool and even tone she said everything else. He was lucky, though--without her he would probably still be trying and failing to find a safe little spot for himself in a mall somewhere.

"It's good," he rushed to smile at her, pressing his palm closed, "nothing's spoiled."

Thena made somewhat of a face he was pretty sure was relief. But he would have to get better at reading her tiny little micro-expressions. "That is good news."

He had guessed right! He laughed, "finally, some good fuckin' food."

She didn't laugh at that, just offered a solemn agreement. Maybe it made sense that her meme knowledge before the end of everything wasn't a top priority.

Gil snuck his finger into his mouth to lick the blood clean. He had to be careful, sure there was something to be said about even the smallest amount of blood being a risk to have in the open.

But he was strong.

That was a big part of what he had going for him in a world like this, and he knew it. He wasn't a survivalist, he wasn't even a camping kind of guy. He wasn't brave and he certainly wasn't a fighter. But he was strong.

Gil pulled and pulled at the boards nailed over the doorway. Thena was on the other side of the office building looking for the odd supply. She had a very good mind for how to find supplies that people would forget about, like water in hotel mini fridges and snacks in office vending machines.

Thena was smart, and cunning, and she was a hell of a fighter.

Gil pulled at the wood more, trying not to verbalise his strain. The stairwell would be better for them to get back down and out than the crumbled elevator shaft they had used to get in.

"Gil?" Thena arrived, leaning over him, "are you okay?"

He chuckled, ignoring the muscle in his shoulder he definitely pulled getting the stupid boards ripped away from their escape. "I got it."

She smiled, though, and he felt a little repaid for his efforts already. She slipped away the little bags of candy into her pockets and helped him up, "I told you that you could."

Gil covered up how it wrenched his muscles for her to pull him up by his left arm. He chuckled, "you're always right, huh?"

"You don't have to go that far," she answered, although he was pretty sure she was humoured by his statement.

Gil followed Thena into the stairwell, hoping there were no more boards to pull off. Maybe he would suggest just kicking in the next ones they found.

And he liked helping Thena.

She wasn't used to letting someone help her out the way he was. She preferred to handle things herself. He was trying to convince her to rely on him a little more, but that didn't mean she had adapted to it overnight.

"Careful!" Gil called up to her as she moved from one branch of the tree to another. She looked down at him just to give him a very unamused glare. He sighed, "okay, okay."

It wasn't like she was stories off the ground, she was trying to get some low hanging apples out of a gnarled old tree.

Still, Gil couldn't help but feel nervous any time she was up off the ground that high, whether it be scaling the shelves of a supermarket or climbing a tree for sour little wild apples.

"Thena, really," Gil frowned, watching her stretch out her arm for a particularly plump and red one further down. It did look good--maybe it would even taste better than disgusting. But it wasn't worth her getting hurt. "Just leave it."

"I can get it," she grumbled, less down at him and more just to herself. She inched out into the branch a little more, like a cat testing its luck.

"Thena, please," Gil walked closer, positioning himself as directly under her as possible. "It's not-!"

Thena yelped as the branch snapped clean off under the weight she was putting into her hands in front of her. She tumbled forward, out of the tree and straight into Gil.

Gil grunted as a bundle of bones toppled over and into every soft part he had to offer. Thena was lithe and delicate, with the grace of a predator. But man, it felt like she was all elbows at the moment.

"Gil!" Thena exclaimed, scrambling to rid him of her body weight (as if she didn't weigh as much as a couple of grapes). She crawled off of him and leaned over to inspect the damage, "are you okay?!"

Everything hurt. "I'm fine."

"Gil, really," she frowned, that worry knot between her eyebrows forming like a storm cloud.

"Really Thena," he laughed. He would probably looked like he had been jabbed with a blunt object. "I'm fine."

"I'm so sorry," she practically whimpered. The only thing that made her feel worse than actually needing his help was when it did more harm than good.

"Thena, honestly, I'm okay," he promised her. It wasn't so much of a lie--they were pretty mild injuries, all told. A few bruises, maybe his back would be a little sore.

She had just barely managed to not knee him in the balls, so he considered that escaping unscathed.

Some were actually kind of a big deal.

They had run into other people travelling again, and again, the exchange hadn't been...friendly in nature.

At least they hadn't split up this time, as per Gil's insistence. He knew having him with her slowed Thena down but he couldn't stomach the thought of arriving to her as a hostage again.

They had come out of the fight alive, but he was keenly aware of a cut on the underside of his bicep. It was a very tender area, and the muscle kept stuttering the more he agitated it.

There was nothing that would help that but time, though. He was actually lucky she hadn't noticed it as of yet. And he planned to keep it that way, specifically for her peace of mind.

Thena always ended up drowning in guilt when something happened to him while they were on the road. She seemed to have developed this protectiveness over him that - while he utterly adored it - he didn't always agree with.

It wasn't her job to protect him. They were...partners. Or something.

So he kept walking with her silently as they tried to put the fight out of their minds. Thena wasn't a talker anyway, and at least this injury wasn't making him limp or breathe weird. That one she had sniffed out a mile away.

"Hey."

Thena looked up, curious but maybe a little charmed as he held his hand out to her--the injured one. She slid her hand into his gently and silently, walking through the nothing around them.

It wasn't the first time they'd gone hand in hand, and it wouldn't be the last. And it actually felt kind of nice to have his arm stretched out.

"You were right," she said barely louder than a whisper, "about not splitting up."

He had his own protectiveness about the woman with him, whether she knew it or not. He still wasn't a fighter, but he was capable of more than a few punches if it came down to her life. "We work best together, I think."

She smiled at him, although he could tell she was still deep in thought over it all, "I think you're right."

Gil tightened his hand around her, drifting a little closer. His arm was back to being a little cramped against his side, but he just wanted to be closer to her.

And some of them were just too small to bother mentioning.

Gil pulled his hand back with a hiss, immediately popping his finger in his mouth. He had been reaching back as far as he could to see what might be hiding in the back shelves. Shelves he didn't realise were rusted and jagged all over.

He sighed, returning with nothing to show for all his rooting around except a scraped finger he would not be telling her about. "Find anything?"

"Not much," Thena commiserated with him, producing the singular can of olives she had found under some of the restaurant's old equipment. "I imagine there's a reason these are still here."

Gil winced; he hated olives. "Might not be worth the trouble."

Thena nodded, both of them looking around the once operational kitchen. Supply runs being a bust was always a hard loss.

Gil looked around them too. It was different enough from his old one, but it was still a restaurant kitchen. "Looks so familiar, in a funny way."

Thena looked at him with those bright green eyes of hers.

He chuckled, rubbing his pricked fingertip against the others. "Never thought I'd get to be in one again."

Thena smiled gently. He talked about his past life more than she ever did (which was never). But she always seemed to like it when he did. "I bet you made food I'd kill for, now."

"I don't know about that, but it was definitely worth more than 14.95."

Thena laughed, and did he ever love that sound. It made the entire world around them seem a little less bad. She tilted her head at him in a distinctly cute way. Her ponytail sure was getting long. "I'm sure it was priceless, even back in those days."

He blushed.

"I wish I could have-" Thena cut herself off. There was no sense talking in those terms of 'could have' or 'would have' or 'wished'. There was only now, and tomorrow. She shook her head, smiling at him again, "we'll have to find some decent ingredients for you at some point. You can really show me what you're made of."

He would make her the grandest feast of her life someday, if he had to search every last corner of the earth.

But he couldn't hide them all.

Thena trudged along at a snail's pace. She didn't have much of a choice, completely without a better way of moving Gil within the confines of the city.

When he had first shown signs of his fever, she had at least been able to get him in a car and drive for the longer stretches of highway. She could keep him in there, let him rest, recover what of his strength he could.

She wasn't a doctor, but she knew he had a hell of a fever, couldn't eat or drink much, not that she had much to spare for him. But at least if he had a fever, he was alive. And if he was alive, then he wasn't one of those things.

"Shit," she cursed, lurching and landing against one of the walls along the street. She lowered her center of gravity and adjusted Gil on her back. Poor guy's hands were bound in front of her with his feet dragging on the ground as she used all of her strength just to pull him a block and a half.

The hospital was in sight, at least.

Never had Thena wished more to stumble upon someone--anyone. One of those groups of people who always seemed to be floating around and who would happily take in a strong, decent guy like Gil.

They wouldn't want her, and they never did. But that wouldn't matter; she would leave Gil with them to live his life the way he was supposed to--with good people, happy and healthy.

Thena blinked as new tears rose in her eyes. She couldn't afford the dehydration. She would have to get on the road again before nightfall.

"Stop!"

"Please!" she called out, her voice raw from giving Gil all the water she had to spare. She coughed as she dragged him up to the gates of the parking lot, where they had sectioned off an area for safe passage. "Please, help him!"

The two in the watch tower looked at one another.

Thena coughed some more and stumbled as her knees finally gave out under her. She held Gil's hand in front of her, "please! You don't have to take me! B-But him--he's not bit, he's just sick! You have to help him, please!"

Her vision was fading. She was at the end of her rope.

"Get out there! Help them!"

Thena nearly collapsed as the weight of Gil left her back. She watched as best she could as the two keeping watch pulled him into the hospital, away from her. "G-Gil!"

It was barely more than a squeak.

Thena swayed, catching herself on her palms. She was exhausted, and everything hurt. It had been hurting for days, since she started carrying Gil small distances at a time. But she could live with that if it meant getting Gil the help he needed.

If she had to carry on by herself then so be it.

"Sersi, help me get her upright."

Thena tried to keep her eyes open as she was manhandled. They were helping her inside, like they had done with Gil. No stretchers to spare, huh?

"I can't believe she carried him here from that wasteland."

She would have carried Gil across what remained of the world.

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Omg...... Like Mother, Like Daughter is doomed Yuri (half yuri? One sided yuri?). TT0TT Sol doesn't feel the same way I'm pretty sure (sadly), but Som is DEF down bad. TT0TT And Som's not exactly the most mentally stable jakfjdksalfj (I think she has a bit of a "Sol's my pet" vibe going on as well. Som means well but she is NOT healthy either jfakslfj oh this is just going to be a fucking wreck I'm ready let's GO!)

(spoilers under cut, also under cut cause length and pictures)

Like she saw the boy Sol is hanging out with and was just ">:("

*sobbing* She is SO DONE when she finds out they are dating TT0TT

*sobs* ahhhh! klasjfdk OhmyGOAD SHE is tREMBLING as Sol tells her how she got with the guy TT0TT

She is literally SULLEN that Sol and guy have been dating FOR A MONTH! she looks os SICK TT0TT

My poor girl is literally doing the Arthur fist clench with her fist TT0TT

Som! Som! Girlie! I don't think this is just a friendship for you anymore.

LKFJDASKLFJKLAJFKL WAIT

"Anyone can see at first glance that he's good for nothing. But how does she not see that?"

OHHHHH MY GOD SHE'S LIEK 'HE SMELLY. HE STANK. HE POOR. HE BROKE. HE TOO NORMAL FOR HER." GURL! GET OFF THE FLOOOOOR!

"To be honest, I wish they'd break up" NO YOU DON'T SAY???? nEVER WOULD'VE GUESS!

Oh I was just here for the matricide but I've been blessed with more angst! Let's goooooo!!!!!!!!!

[headlessjest]

How about some romantic stuff!! Some of y'all need your romance.

Hanging out HCs

Ft: Hank, Deimos, Sanford, Jedediah, Tricky, Sheriff, 2BDamned, Phobos, and Auditor.

Hank:

・I think y'all would probably just stay home.

・You both just had a very stressful mission, so why not relax back at the apartment.

・They'll probably watch TV with you with the few tv stations Nevada can have.

・Cuddling is something he can do with you too. Just on bed or on the couch and just cuddle.

・There will be a couple times where he just lays on the ground with you and wonder what the hell happened to this place.

・"(Name)... Thank you.."

Deimos:

・Going out and eating Burger Gil's!

・Deimos just wants to enjoy his favorite food place with you.

・This can also be an excuse to to eat at Gil's in general, but it's nice to do it with you.

・When y'all are done at eating at Gil's, maybe a quick trip to the bakery.

・He threw up the Burger Gil's on the way there so you had to carry him back home.

・"That burger was sure good, but you're just as good."

Sanford:

・Alright, endless stary night, blanket, and you two. That's how it's gonna go.

・Just you two hanging out on a hill and looking up on the stary night, relaxing.

・There will be a few times bandits will try and get you two, but that's why y'all brought guns to this evening.

・Other than getting interrupted by bandits and a couple of zeds, this hangout is wonderful for the both of you.

・You accidentally fell asleep during this, but Sanford didn't mind carrying you back.

・"Thank you for this time, sweetie.."

Jedediah:

・Going scavenger hunting.

・Jedediah surprisingly enjoys collecting stuff. It calms him down, and doing it with you makes him extra calm.

・You'll probably find a old coin or a rock with a cool texture and look to it and dash back to Jeb to show him.

・He also sometimes finds cool looking rocks and gives them to you. Like penguins.

・After going around and finding some cool stuff, you and Jeb head back home and organize all the stuff you both found.

・"These are beautiful, darling.. Just like you."

Tricky:

・Y'all go partying.

・I think y'all would also listen to your both favorite songs when partying. (His being all ICP songs and the chicken dance remix.)

・I think after the partying stuff is over with, y'all kinds just head back home and relax after the long night.

・If you get overwhelmed at the party, Tricky will notice and try to find a way to calm you down.

・Other than that y'all actually have a great time.

・"CL0WN L0V3S Y0U!!!1!1!"

Sheriff:

・I think y'all would hang out at a nice bar. (If possible that is..)

・I think he took you to the bar in the first place because it was the easiest place to go without him freaking the fuck out and being horrified.

・Also, because he's been busy lately and wanted to spend time with you.

・He might also get a little drunk from drinking too much.

・You also had to drag him back home.

・"Darlin'... When do you get so beautiful/handsome?"

2BDamned:

・Y'all also stay home.

・He just wants to relax with you and just hang out in bed. Nothing much really.

・He also is just a little stressed with everything, so relaxing with you seems like a perfect thing for the time being.

・I think y'all would also watch a quick movie for fun. Like a older movie from the later 90s and early 2000s.

・Other than that, relaxing with you makes his day better, no matter what.

・"This means a lot to me, (Name).. Thank you.."

Phobos:

・I think he would dance with in his office.

・The red lighten room and the slow jazz playing in the background, just you two slow dancing for the joy of it.

・Phobos made sure that no one would bother you both during this. I mean, quite literally.

・I think during this, you might doze off a bit from the slow atmosphere.

・Phobos does notice this and y'all get ready for bed.

・"Tonight was lovely.. We should do this again.."

Auditor:

・I think y'all just hang out and watch cat videos all night long.

・Most romantic thing I've ever heard.

・I think you both would also hold eachothers hand during too. Auditors love language is physical touch. (Somehow..)

・Another thing is that whenever you both see a cat that reminded of you both, you would point it out.

・This also made you both question about getting a cat.

・"Hm, a fur baby seems nice."

I'm absolutely shaking rn. Ate an entire tub of coffee icecream, also mixed with the excitement of watching the fnaf movie tomorrow!!!!

-Jester

[gracefulblabber]

My thoughts on Descendants: Rise of Red. There will be spoilers but anyone who cares about spoilers has already watched it ( the die hard descendants fans).

Right off the bat, my overall impression of D4 is that it was better than I feared but not as good as the original trilogy. The music was extremely fun, and I've been listening to the songs on repeat ever since. Initially I found them to be cringy but they've grown on me, especially Red's intro song.

Red was a super fun main character and I loved her sass. She was not set up as a true VK (she was never evil), and so it made her arc to a "good girl" less convincing. However, I think arc was more about her self perception than a change in actual behavior l, unlike D1.

I enjoyed the dynamic between red and Chloe but it needed more time to develop. Honestly that was my biggest problem with the film overall: it needed more time. Which is weird because it's the same length as the others and they weren't cramming it full? I felt the ending was too abrupt and neat, and I'm hoping it's setting up for a sequel. I wish there was more time for conflict and bonding with red and Chloe, although I get that their relationships with their moms were the focus.

Which brings me to Queen of Hearts/Bridget and Cinderella. I was SO happy to see brandy and Paolo back, they are as dreamy as ever. Rita Ora was a delight and the actress who played young Bridget was adorable. My feelings about young Cinderella were more mixed and I think that's due to my love of the brandy Cinderella movie. It's impossible to watch D4 and not compare it the 1997 film, which makes me wonder what the logic was behind the weird changes. I very much enjoyed the dynamic between Chloe and Cinderella, but young Cinderella felt so odd to me, especially since we never saw the dance. And young charming.... He lacked the dreaminess of Paolo. I'm really hoping there will be a D5 to explore all this more.

I was so happy to see uma again, I love her so fucking much. Uliana made an odd villain choice: she had style but was so similar to uma. I think it would've made more sense to have maleficent be the main villain, which would've been a callback to D1. Although, again, uliana had hella style and the song "revenge" was such a banger I can't really complain. Hook was a straight up disappointment after Harry hook (I wish they had been able to get Thomas Dougherty back 😭). And I miss gil, what a sweetie. The other villains were fun, I want more morgie!

On the whole, D4 only disappointed in how abrupt the ending felt, which I hope will make sense in hindsight with D5. There has been no confirmation from Disney about another installment but it seems to be doing well so im hopeful!

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Solar Opposites in Mighty Solars Issue #48: “Monster Mayhem Pt. 1” Ch. 3

Back with Louise, she was looking around for help, until she sees Trevor popping out of the water as she screams and he jumps on her. Louise smiles in joy.

Louise: Trevor?

Trevor: Hey baby.

Trevor and Louise kiss. Then, they see Dr. Weatherstone arriving on a home ice slide made by her own hands and then, Janice flies over them with her own flight.

Dr. Weatherstone: Hey sis. What up?!

Louise: You guys are not gonna believe but I can create green lava! shows her new powers

Dr. Weatherstone: No way! I just got ice powers and when I found Janice, she told me she got air powers!

Trevor: No way! I got water powers too! We must tell the Mighty Solars, they can help us! Come on!

The quartet then takes off to find their fellow heroes. The Human Solars ran to the league witches of Earth-4 and the rest of their fellow Mighty Solars.

Human Terry: Guys, what happened?! What happened to to 5 Teen Witches?!

Human Jesse: I don’t know but this city is fancy!

Luke: Ugh! Someone has entered their minds and have made their form’s uncontrollable! When we tries to get them to hear us, someone went inside their minds and have turn them into the worst things possible, Titans!

The human Solars gasp.

Human Korvo: Oh no…we gotta save them or-

Miss Frankie/Nightsaw: Uh, quick fellow humans go get our fellow Mighty Solars aliens quick! winks at the Human Solars

Human Korvo: On it!

The human solars then went and hide behind the walls as they turn back into their Shlorpian forms.

Korvo: Mighty Solars, time to suit up!

Yumyulack, Jesse, Pupa, Sonya and Phoebe: Right!

Terry: Hell yeah!

The group suits up. And with that the Solar Opposites family transform into their Mighty Solars and runs up to meet the others.

Jesse Solar-Opposites/Fung-irl: Guys!

Rest of the Mighty Solars: Guys!

Darcy/Sonar Woman: Thank God you guys are okay!

Nova/Heartstar: We have big problems!

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites/Vil-Gil-An-T: What kind of problems?

Linda: The girls have lost control of their Zenith powers! They’ve become Kaiju beasts!

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: That does NOT sound good.

Louise, Trevor, Dr. Weatherstone, Alice and Janice sees the Mighty Solars and runs up to them, which for Stacy G’s attention.

Stacy G: gasp Mom!

Louise: Stacy! I was so worried about you! kisses her on the forehead

Quasarblast smiles.

Trevor: Thank God we found you! You won’t be a fucking day we had-

Cherie: Guys! Duck!

Trevor: Huh?

The heroes, Earth-4 witches and their friends then see mega quintessence mutant Will attacking as they dodge her.

Jesse Solar-Opposites/Fung-irl: Jesus christ!

Montez: Ugh! These girls are literally not listening to us!

Phoebe MaCcarthy/Starburst: We have to save them, or worse…

Jesse Solar-Opposites/Fung-irl: KILL THEM?!

Mighty Solars: What?! No! That’s wrong! Fucking crazy! We’re not killers y’know.

Jesse Solar-Opposites/Fung-irl: Okay. Sorry. Geez.

Pupa Solar-Opposites/The Mighty Pupa: MURDER!

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: It’s okay Pupa. Fung-irl just freaked out for a bit.

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: It’s okay sweetie. We know you didn’t mean it.

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: I think what Starburst means is that we need to FIGHT them.

Suddenly, when the Five Kaiju Teen Witches combine their blast at the heroes, it ends up blasting Louise, Trevor, Alice, Dr. Weatherstone and Janice, which ends up powering them as they scream. As the dust clears, the heroes sees five new heroic figures as Stacy G looks in worried.

Stacy G: MOM!

Stacy G tries run up but Fung-irl stops her As the dust clears, like when the Calamity trio transformed in Amphibia it is revealed that Trevor, Louise, Alice, Janice and Dr. Weatherstone have received their own Mighty Solars super suits

Dr. Weatherstone/???: Woah!

Louise/???: voice gets distorted; lifts her green lava cape Swanky duds!

Vil-Gil-An-T‘s jaw drops in shock. Alice grins as she shoots a lightning spider web up at the sky as she grins and blows the smoke off of her finger.

Alice/???: Louise, I have no idea we can do that!

Dr. Weatherstone/???: Did you know about this?

Louise/???: Uh, nope. These powers feel way more intense than before.

Janice/???: floating behind Louise The powers must stack when used in tandem! H’no Classic synergy buff y’know.

Quasarblast suddenly thinks of something.

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Qausarblast: This is perfect! Maybe you guys can distract the girls while we-

Trevor/???: Guys! Look! I’m walking plasma of H2O! This is awesome!

Quasarblast shifts a little.

Korvo Solar Opposites/Qausarblast: As I was saying, you new five can help us distract the girls while we find a way to stop whoever is doing this to them!

Phoebe MacCarthy/Starburst: That could work!

Marissa: offscreen Oh will it?

The heroes gasp and then sees the dream amulet broken as smoke flies from it and then they see Marissa floating above the broken amulet.

Parker/Venus Tip: Oh no.

Min-Li: gasp What?! This is impossible?! You were supposed to be trapped and-

Marissa: It’s too late! These girls are now under my control!

Yumi: What do you mean?!

Marissa grins evilly which made Starburst growl and realize something.

Phoebe MacCarthy/Starburst: You bitch! It was you who did this! You’re a fucking psycho!

Quasarblast growls in anger upon hearing what Marissa did.

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: You monster! How could you-

Marissa: I had already some help! Someone who was willing to help me! It’s too late! These girls are now mine! Nothing can stop me-

Suddenly, a blast hits Marissa as she falls to the ground in pain and lets go her staff.

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: What the fuck?! Who did that?!

Cherie: I don’t know.

Darcy/Sonar Woman: Wasn’t me!

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: We need to stop her now!

Suddenly a woman’s chuckle was heard, which sounded familiar to Cherie, Nova, Montez and Sherbet.

Nova/Heartstar: Oh my God… that voice…

Cherie: It can’t be… can it?

Sherbet/Fizziepop: Oh God. No! No!

Cheery Smithers/Bloody Sympathy: Guys, what’s wrong?

???: Oh you poor things. Trap in a mind of a rogue witch… all that woman wanted to is get her fucking stupid son back on her side and rule the world and take you for advantage… but she was just a fool… I however… can make an offer to you five…

Suddenly…a blazing lightning midnight purple spiritual mist appears as it reveals an old foe of the Wallians… Sister Sisto as the Heartstar, Cherie, Montez and Fizziepop gasp in horror while the others grow shock.

Cherie: Sister Sisto?!

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: You know her?!

Sister Sisto/???: Hello, my former fellow Bowinians…

Jesse Solar-Opposites/Fung-irl: Bowinians?! What?!

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: Heartstar, what is happening?!

Nova/Heartstar: Guys, that’s the false prophet we were telling you about last time when we first met! That’s Sister Sisto!

Mighton gasps.

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites/Vil-Gil-An-T: WHAT?!

Quasarblast looks angrily at Yumyulack.

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: sighs in dismay; deadpan Way to go Vil-Gil-An-T… you accidentally created a villain!

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites/Vil-Gil-An-T: I didn’t know!

Montez: I’m sorry true! She’s a false prophet and a murder and a kidnapper! She’s the one who causes all of this! The death of Tim, death of Sister Sasha, the temperature, everything!

Vil-Gil-An-T starts crying.

Cherie: She also kidnapped Pezlie and made her an icon! She also used Jesse as a pawn of her own.

Korvo-Solar-Opposites/Qausarblast: comforts his son Hey, it’s okay… you didn’t know… shh…

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites/Vil-Gil-An-T: I’m so sorry, Cherie.

Cherie: comforts Vil-Gil-An-T It’s okay. You didn’t know. Sisto was also using Jesse as a legend just to get people to follow her in a path of death!

Sister Sisto/???: Oh, this is very touching but I think it’s time I sealed your fate!

Marissa growls but gets grabbed in the rope by Sister Sisto.

Marissa: Let me go! grunts

Ms. Frankie/Night Saw: You’re not gonna stop us!

Sister Sisto/???: Oh I sure will. For I am… reveals her new physical form and a villain suit of her own Black Mirror!

Heartstar gasps

Sonya/Nighthowler: Oh no! She’s crazy!

Sister Sisto/Black Mirror: Oooh! But first…

Black Mirror attacks Mighton.

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: MIGHTON! growls at Black Mirror

Mighton groans in pain while Qausarblast helps his hubby up and looks at Black Mirror furiously then uses her mind control on the 5 Kalju Teen Witches as they roar in pain. Marisa tries to get out a beastly looking potion, only the wind to blew it out of her hands onto Quasarblast’s leg as he screams in pain.

Nova/Heartstar: Qausarblast!

Jesse Solar-Opposites/Fung-irl: QUASARBLAST!

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites/Vil-Gil-An-T: Oh my God!

Sonya/Nighthowler: Daddy!

Sister Sisto/Black Mirror: I bet that hurts…

Suddenly, Quasarblast starts screaming in pain as he suddenly starts growing bigger and muscular and his skin starts to turn black as he starts growing to the size of a KaIju beast.

Randall/Blackhole: Oh shit!

Principal Cooke/Trailblazer: That’s a huge bitch!

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: Quasarblast?!

Now a giant KaIju Mundane, Quasarblast roars while the rest of the Mighty Solars gasp in horror and Black Mirror laughs evilly.

Jesse Solar-Opposites/Fung-irl: What’s happening?!

Sonya/Nighthowler: Quasarblast! No!

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites/Vil-Gil-An-T: What have you done?! You turn our dad into a fucking monster!

Mighton starts crying.

Sister Sisto/Black Mirror: Aw what’s the matter Mighton? Love the makeover I intentionally did to your husband?

Mighton starts snarling in anger with tears in his eyes. He then punches Black Mirror in the face as she growls.

Sister Sisto/Black Mirror: You strong arm bitch! What the fuck?!

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID!

Black Mirror grins and escapes by turning into her spirit form and leads the 5 KaIju monsters away from the heroes. Mundane Quasarblast growls as his eyes glow aquamarine and angirly follows the monsters for battle.

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: No…Korvo!

Nova/Heartstar: We have to go after them!

Louise/???: We’ll take care of the girls! You take care of Quasarblast!

The heroes split up while Mighton looks tearfully at Mundane Quasarblast roaring.

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: KORVO!

Mega Mundane Quasarblast snarls as Mighton jumps up and lands on him desperately.

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: SNAP OUT OF IT! PLEASE! I DON’T LIKE SEEING YOU LIKE THIS! crying PLEASE STOP!

Mega Mundane Qausarblast growls, which causes Mighton to cry even more as he hugs Quasarblast’s face.

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: sobbing hysterically THIS ISN’T YOU! I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE, KORVY!

Mega Mundane Quasarblast then stops growling as his face softens and he sees his husband crying.

Mega Mundane Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblasr: T-Terry? Is that you?!

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: Korvo?

Mega Mundane Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: Terry? What’s happening to me?! I’m so scared! crying Help me!

Mighton kisses his husband’s face.

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: Shh… it’s gonna be okay baby… we just have to get you out of here before the teen witches see you! I hope the others are doing okay!

Mega Mudane Quasarblast smiles.

Special thanks to @avaveevo, @asikreading, @themagicwolf6677, @king-of-squishmallows and all of my watchers for their support

[nataliesnews]

Fwd: A Yom Kippur walk which put me in a good mood until I saw how extremists helped to detroy Yom Kippur is desecrated.....and a pilot says he tell his grandson that this is not the country to die for, 26.9.2023

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The streets were dead quiet. Morning of Yom Kippur  I was very amused. Downstairs where I have the bottles, I twice left scissors, pins, paper and pens which I use to number the bottles before taking them to Irit for the general sorting out. Twice someone stole the packet and I stopped leaving it there. But this morning, before Yom  Kippur I opened my door to find that someone had returned part of the packet to me. 

Anyhow this morning I walked on the main road which I do not normally do as it is too noisy.....dead quiet. On the way I saw a couple in front of me reading a notice which had been posted on one of the bus stops. I saw the man tearing it down and throwing it in the rubbish bin and wondered. But later they passed me again going back and I asked what it was about and it was from some rabbi calling himself the rabbi of the neighbourhood. Something we have never had here. But this year for the first time in public spaces  where there have been general prayers the settlers arrived......With their guns and rifles

....in the middle of Tel Aviv....to put up barriers to keep men and women separate. The secular public soon dealt with that. I am waiting to see how the media treats it as of course today the radio and television are locked. Then the woman turned out to have been one of the students at the school of social work and asked if I was  Natanya. Turned out we both came from orthodox homes but we feel that the way religion has gone in Israel religion has divided itself from us.  

Then I met Louis, a friend from the Rabbis who said we should have a Yom Kippur picture together. The weirdest thing though  is that I wanted to check facebook about him and think that I saw that one of his friends is Mark Penkin and if it is Mark from SA then he is my second cousin but Louis does not know how he came to him

I was nearly back at Nofim having nearly done 10,000 steps when I saw a little girl parking her bicycle and looking anxiously up and down the street. I watched her for a few minutes as I do not want people to think that I am an interfering old bitch but then I asked her if there was a problem and she said that she had lost her father and grandmother so first of all I told her not to worry and that I would wait with her until she found them. Luckily she knew the phone numbers of the two by heart....which I no longer can do....and I phoned and the grandmother answered, sounding in a panic.  And so I waited with the child until they were reunited. 

And don't tell me that Israelis were also killed and wounded because whenever there has been such a case the terrorists have been apprehended and punished....whereas Jewish terrorists are usually allowed to do what they want to.

 I just finished watching four episodes about the Yom Kippur war and the pilots. I cried twice when the prisoners came back from Egypt and Syria and I saw the welcome they were given....but I cried for those who had no one whom they could welcome back. I thought of those whose bodies were only found months after. Two of my friends. And I cried at the end when I listened to Gil Regev , one of the pilots.The four-part series tells the story of the 201st Squadron, the first squadron of American-made Phantom warplanes in the Israel Defense Forces, during the Yom Kippur War, 50 years ago. This is what he said at the end about what he will tell his grandson. Remember these are the pilots who saved us and today, politicians who  never served in the army, are being called traitors and cowards. He was biting his lip and in tears when he said this. Also remember that then they flew to save the  country...today they refuse....so as to try to save it.

“I’ll say to him: Rio, sweetie, I want to tell you that it is not good to die for our country. I want you to take care of yourself, and if you take risks, let them be on behalf of peace, not during war. From   Yom Kippur until today there were a great many options that weren’t exploited and a great deal of foolishness, and my outlook regarding what to lay down our life for has changed. The face of our country has changed. This is not the country we took off from back then.”

“I will not want him to be a combat soldier,” Regev continues. “I am  no longer the head of the Personnel Directorate and I see this country and I am angry. In this country it’s not clear what is right and what isn’t, what is true and what is a lie, what is worthy and what is unworthy. And there is no shame. None. If shame has been lost and the person who represents me is an ignorant lout, then for the good of whom am I fighting? For the good of what am I Fighting? What borders am I defending today?”      I will send you the full PDF below. 

I went in the evening for Nehilah to Mesuah where I usually go and was disturbed to see that there was a form of Mehitzah between men and women even though it was a table with the Torah on it. But then I saw that around the two groups were families together. I think it is since the Corona that people have started meeting in public spaces for prayers and it has continued. Anyone who wants to sit with a mehitzah (barrier) between men and women should go to an orthodox synagogue but for people like me, those who fast and those who don't ...I don't ....that is a way of remaining with the tradition. 

Here in Nofim they have an orthodox synagogue so I went downstairs just to hear Kol Nidrei. When in South Africa there was always the shul and the feeling of being together. The women in the balcony able to see and hear everything. Here I went once or twice and the women were relegated to the back with a thick blanket between them  and the men and the rabbi and in a very small  area so that  most of the women had to sit outside. So I stopped going and fasted at home and then I began to think what on earth am I doing this far and stopped going. Only in the last few years since my friend, Varda, told me about the outside group did I start to go again even though I no longer fast.

 So that you can have a better understanding of what is happening here are two articles including the editorial from Ha'aretz. If these extremists really wanted to achieve harmony, with making barriers they could have made a place for men, for women and one for families and none of this would have happened. But they are trying to do what they do in the occupied areas.. To take over and turn Israel into Iran. 

By the way the court ruled against the Mehitzah. But we know that law means nothing to Netanyahu who immediately used this to  tie up the demonstrations with what happened in Tel Aviv. Note the sentence," Left-wingers rioting against Jews".   He and his friends are going to decide who are Jews. 

 He and Trump are really Siamese as the Jerusalem Post quotes Trump as saying, "Former US president Donald Trump attacked "liberal Jews who voted to destroy America and Israel" in a Rosh Hashanah greeting sent on his social media website Truth Social early on Monday morning

PM slams ‘left-wingers rioting against Jews’; Lapid: Messianists brought religious war

Netanyahu condemns extremist hatred at Tel Aviv prayers; Lapid raps him for backing ultra-nationalists who defied public gender-separation ban; Ben Gvir: I'll pray there Thursday

Activists block public Tel Aviv Yom Kippur prayers as Orthodox group sets gender divider

Angry scenes at Dizengoff Square gatherings on Sunday, Monday after Rosh Yehudi group defies courts, puts up improvised flag barrier between men and women; similar tussles elsewherehttps://www.timesofisrael.com/activists-block-public-tel-aviv-yom-kippur-prayers-as-orthodox-group-sets-gender-divider/

It looks as if on Succot where will be more trouble in Tel Aviv with Ben Gvir saying that he would come there to pray.....but he will not come to pray but to provocate....and also ignore the law. 

[sylviazem]

FFXIV Write 2023- Prompt #6: Ring

"Maple, huh", she thought out loud as she examined her hair in the dressing table mirror. It was now wavy and a shade of red, not too bright but not quite dark, either. "That's...me."

"Do you like the hair", Cherry was putting on her earrings next to her. "I tried my best to get the colour even. It shouldn't fade or straighten out any time soon. Stella always gets her hands on the best stuff from Thavnair for us."

"I love it", Maple smiled. "Really. Thank you."

"And how do you find the outfit?"

"It's", She stood up and looked at herself from different angles. "It's certainly...risqué."

"I think it looks real good on you. You're very shapely, I just know our clients are going to be crazy for you. When you eventually get to work."

"...Thank you", she grabbed Cherry's hands and laughed. "For everything. I know you didn't have to actually listen to anything I said, when we-"

"...Mhm?"

"Well- You know-"

"When we were having sex?"

"Yeah", Maple burst out laughing nervously. "You say it so casually! I guess I need to get used to that."

"Sweetie, you came to see me six times," Cherry giggled and put her arms around Maple's waist. "And you probably came at least twice that amount, so I think we are past being embarrassed about it."

"A-anyway..!" Maple's face went red and she hesitantly kissed Cherry. "You're a good person. Thank you for helping me."

"Speaking of helping you", Cherry grabbed Maple's left hand. "You should get rid of this."

"...Ah", Only now she remembered she was still wearing her engagement ring. "I suppose...I should."

"Could probably sell it for a bit of gil", Cherry tapped her on the shoulder and returned to the table to finish her makeup. "I could ask Stella to take care of that, if you like?"

"Thank you, but...I'd rather ask her myself."

"Of course, dear", Cherry adjusted the top of her outfit and fluffed her hair. "Right. I have to go now, there's a client waiting for the Number One Starlet of the House! We can talk again later, m'kay?"

"Mm", Maple waved to Cherry as she walked out. "Later."

She took the ring off her finger and stared at it. On the inside was carved the name of her would-be husband. The last remaining vestige of her previous life.

Hmph. I hope he spent a lot of gil on this.

[gi-nathlam-hi]

I do love Rings of Power & Ben Walker you’re doing amazing, sweetie. I’ve just been missing my Ereinion, because he’s so good-natured & sweet and loves and respects Elrond from the bottom of his whole ass and that’s what Robrond deserves. He’s so deeply fond of Elrond. I’ve always headcannoned him this way so ROP!Gil-Galad was a tough pill for me to swallow. I like him too, just for very different reasons. 

So here’s my original Gil design, moshed a bit with the Rings of Power aesthetic, listening patiently to Elrond ramble about something he’s excited about 🥺 

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

Pre ZED Burger Gil x reader - Date night

CW: Food

Being a chef, Gil knows his way around a kitchen, and he fucking loves cooking as much as he loves you. While he loves your job, you can’t say you share the sentiment. Pen pusher for the Nexus Core, turning scientific scrawling into digital copies one key at a time. But the money was far too good to pass up on, allowing Gil to go into his own independent business.

Tonight was special, tonight he was going to repay all your hard work with a carefully prepared meal, on his own dime. Sales had started blooming, and cashing out each day revealed he was turning more and more profits.

The G03LM bought the most expensive ingredients, high quality fancy steaks, organic veggies, he was going all out tonight, deciding for once not to make burgers. Only the best for his dear partner, or as he liked to call you, his better half.

A lovingly made meal wouldn’t heal all your woes in life, but he hoped his pure and genuine actions would help make the world less crappy, if only for an evening.

Dexterous hands sliced and seasoned, dicing herbs and sprinkling sweet spices, working magic the way only a true connoisseur could. He’d even gotten his hands on an expensive luxury brownie for desert.

Prep done and meat cooking, Gil set to work making the room look nice, opting for candle light for that extra romantic touch, setting the table, and making himself look more presentable. Cleaning up nice is hard for a G03LM, all stitches and smiles, never having the more pristine look of normal grunts, but he tried.

As you walk in through the front door, everything hits you at once, the sight, the smell, the ambience, your giant hulking boyfriend who’s face was flush with embarrassment.

“Welcome home, sweetie pie.” “What’s all this, baby?” You were awestruck, from listening to Phobos’ grating voice and trying to decipher Dr Crackpot’s chicken-scratch handwriting all day to a well prepared evening treat. “I wanted to treat my biggest supporter, the love of my life. It’s because of you I can do what I’ve dreamed of.”

Gil picked you up with ease, rubbing his cheek against yours, unable to kiss thanks to his lack of lips. “You’re worth this, and so much more. You deserve the world for how happy you’ve made me, and in time, I promise I will give it to you.” “Aw Gil,” You kissed his cheek. “you big softie.”

After a hearty meal, he wouldn’t let you out of his arms for the rest of the night, his deep gravelly purring and dim candle light creating the perfect atmosphere. “One day you’re going to be able to quit that job of yours.” He hummed. “I’ll be able to support us so you can take on your dream job too.”

[dizzydizney]

for the quiz game 1,7,19,24,26,30,31,35,50 Audrey x Gil

1. Who is the early bird/Who is the night owl? They're both pretty much on the same sleep schedule, but Audrey usually ends up waking up earlier

7. Who sweats the small stuff? Definitely Audrey. She has a tendency to freak out over the most minute details of things. Gil is more of the big picture guy, and has to help ground Audrey in those situations

19. Who loves to call the other one cute names? Both of them, and they both love hearing it. Audrey calls Gil baby and honey the most, and Gil calls Audrey babe and sweetie

24. Who is the talker/Who is the listener? Gil can be a really good listener when he wants to be. Which is good because Audrey has lots to talk about!

26. Who likes to eat healthy/ Who loves junk food? They both have pretty good diets, but also have huge sweet tooths that they like to indulge pretty often

30. Who likes long walks on the beach? Audrey. She loves spending the day on the beach. Gil much prefers walks in the form of hiking in the woods

31. Who is more affectionate? Definitely both of them. Audrey loves hugs and kisses, and Gil is a total cuddle bug. They're always wrapped up in one another's arms one way or another

35. Who goes overboard on the holidays? They both do! Audrey loves to decorate and does everything at 110%. And Gil just loves any chance to celebrate something. The holidays they go most overboard with are Christmas and Valentine's Day

50. Who is the hopeless romantic? Both of them again. Well Audrey is more of the hopeless romantic. Gil is a very hopeful romantic

send me a ship and some questions!

[sweetbuckybarnes]

Apple Picking

Pairings: Gilbert Blythe + Anne Shirley

Summary: Young Delphine goes apple picking with Uncle Gilby and Auntie Anne. Years later, Gilbert and Anne go apple picking with two of their children.

By the time Delphine Lacroix was 4-years-old, it was obvious she could eventually rival the intelligence of her Uncle Gilby and Auntie Anne. By the time the young girl had learnt how to read, she had flown through the books that Elijah had read when he was young and whatever books that Auntie Constance and Auntie Jocelyn brought round from the Bog.

However, most of the books that Delphine read were ones that Gilbert and Anne got her (when Anne was able to visit every month from Redmond, and Gilbert often brings 3 or even 5 at a time when he visits from Toronto).

It was time for the summer harvest of the apples. Anne had promised Bash last week that she would come round to help Delphine with her spelling and handwriting (it was being obvious that the town wouldn't allow Dellie to get her education from school, and it made both Bash and Gilbert proud when Dellie would show off her achievements).

There was a knock at the door, and then Anne's head poked around the side. She sees Dellie with her nose in a book, and Gilbert sat beside her listening to her read allowed.

At the knock, Delphine looks up and turns her head. "Auntie Anne!" She dropped the book on the kitchen table and ran into Anne's arms. From over the top of Dellie's head, Anne saw Gilbert smiling at her - now 21, he had graduated from Toronto with his bachelor's degree and would be going to medical school in September for his doctorate. Anne had been able to go see him graduate with honours, as Dellie had sat on her hip as they happily cheered him walking across that stage.

"Hello, sweetheart," Anne pressed a kiss to the top of the girl's head. Gilbert walked over at pressed a kiss to Anne's cheek. "Hi, Gil," Anne smiled at him.

"Anne-girl," Gilbert replied, pulling the two girls in his life into a hug. Delphine let out a squeak in surprise, in reply to this - Gilbert reached down and lifted her into his arms. "Dellie has nearly finished her book, then we were going to go apple picking,"

After Gilbert had said this, Dellie's head spun around to look at Anne. A very wide grin forming on the little girl's face. "Auntie Anne come too!" She looked between the pair as if she was begging without words that Auntie Anne come with them to go apple picking in the orchard she'd grown up in.

Anne exchanged a smile with Gilbert over the top of Delphine's head. "I would be honoured, sweetie," Anne told the little girl, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

With the book Dellie had been reading, finished - Anne had made a small picnic for the trio when they got hungry during the picking.

When they were in the orchard, Gilbert had set his niece on his shoulders, so she could grab some of the apples from the trees. Anne smiled happily over at Gilbert and Delphine, as she held a crate for the apples to go in. She couldn't help but imagine a future with Gilbert when they could time away from the jobs that they would have and take their children to go apple picking in Gilbert's father's orchard. But that was a long way off yet. Gilbert hadn't even proposed!

Once the crate eventually got too heavy for Anne to hold, Gilbert lifted Dellie off his shoulders, gently setting her on the ground and took the crate from Anne's hands. Whilst he was separated from Anne currently, he had time to think about what he could see in his future with Anne - with a ring in one of his drawers in his bedroom, maybe if she would be okay to a long engagement while he was away at medical school?

He knew he could cope with waiting, but he had always told Bash that Anne was in control of how their relationship moved. He never wanted to push any of the boundaries with his darling Anne-girl, it would completely break his heart if he pushed her too far and she left him. There is nobody else for him but her.

3 years after Gilbert had graduated from medical school, Jem and Walter stood at 2 and 1 respectively, with and being pregnant once more (Gilbert seemed to think that Anne was pregnant with twins, considering she was 'larger' than her previous 3 pregnancies).

Gilbert was able to take some time away from his practice to spend time with his family in Avonlea. They hadn't told Marilla or Bash (Anne knew Marilla's eyesight wasn't what it used to be, and she relied on the help of the LaCroix's and the Baynard's after Matthew passed) that they were coming to visit.

The four arrived at the train station, as many people clambered around Gilbert - happy to see the 'golden boy' back in the town. Anne rolled her eyes and moved the boys away from the crowd of people around their father.

They arrived at Green Gables when Marilla poked her head around commonly used door and a smile brightened her face (Anne could see the curtain-twitching in the kitchen, which suggested that Rachel was watching them).

"Anne! Gilbert!" She smiled, rushing over as quickly as she could to greet her adoptive daughter, her son-in-law and her precious grandbabies. "Jem, Walter!" Marilla watched as Gilbert lifted the two little boys from the cart and they rushed over to their grandma.

Marilla wrapped her arms around her grandsons, as Gilbert and Anne walk over gently, Gilbert's arm was wrapped around her lower back. The older woman smiled at the married couple, she couldn't help but think Matthew, Anne's birth parents and Gilbert's parents were proud of the pair for finding each other in the end.

"Anne," Marilla smiled, reaching over and wrapped her arms around her little girl. Even though Anne was no longer living at Green Gables and had a family of her own - she would still the small 13-year-old who turned up on her doorstep by accident.

"Hi, Marilla," Anne smiles, her head nuzzling into Marilla's shoulder.

The day after they arrived (after visiting Bash and Delphine), they went to help with the harvest in the orchard.

It was a similar scene to how it was when they took Dellie apple picking. Walter was cradled in Anne's arms, with Jem sat on Gilbert's shoulders - helping his father collect the apples.

Bash and Marilla were watching from the window of the house, with smiles on their faces.

"They got their happy ending after all," Bash says, his hand resting on Marilla's shoulder - they had known each other for so long (thanks to Anne and Gilbert) that this kind of touching was accepted by Marilla.

"Didn't they just," Marilla replied, they had a silent chuckle together, as a grown Delphine walked into the house, having just arrived back from town. She gave a wide smile (similar to the one when she was a baby, and a replica of Mary's), and looked where they were looking.

"Aunt Anne and Uncle Gilbert are here?" She asks, despite being a grown lady, she will always calm them her 'aunt' and 'uncle'. A second look into the orchard showed that little Jem and Walter were with them

[softquietsteadylove]

Hiii darling, how are you?

I had a promt idea and i wanted to share it with you.

What about thenamesh being broken up 😈.

Like i know thats basically imposible because they can not be apart from each other for a long time ( but relationships are hard you know).

So they haven't seen each other in a very long time, and they completely over one another, they even dated other people, but both are currently single.

They are completely over each other, Gilgamesh is NOT constantly thinking about Thena's beautiful sunshine hair, or how smarth she was or her gorgeous long legs he could stare at all day long of course not, and is not like Thena everyday thinks about how charming Gilgamesh was, or how he could make her feel better just saying something dumb or how she got distracted just by looking at those big and strong arms of his, not at all they are soo over each other and they don't even wanna meet again.

But when they do see each other again it goes like this:

- Thena and Gil walking directly to each other whitout realising.

They make eyecontact and fully stop

They stare at each other intensely

Gil : Thena hello ! - dumb smile

Thena : Hello - small blush

The tension in the air can be cut with a butter knife

"Mamma mia" by ABBA starst playing in the background

And thats about it 😊, sorry for any mistakes english is not my first language, and thank you for sharing your works with us they are so beautiful, i love them all, they make my days better 🩷🤍.

"Come on, Gil, don't get all emo on us now!"

But he'd had enough--more than enough. He had only agreed to a night out with the boys because he had dodged them ten times for every one, and tonight was the eleventh hour. Even with all that, it wasn't enough to keep him in the pub with pounding music and the stink of smoke.

Thena hated the smell of smoke.

His friends would tell him not to think that way. For all the times he had sworn to them that he was over her, here he was thinking of her again?

But of course he was! Thinking about Thena was as natural to him as breathing, and the breakup had done nothing to change that. It still felt almost surreal sometimes, as if the last year and a half of his life was still in the haze of post-breakup blues. All the months spent moping around his apartment, the weeks after of being set up with blank face after blank face. He had even maintained a relationship eventually, only to have called her 'Thena' one time (entirely by accident).

He had omitted that part of the story to his friends when they asked 'what happened to what's-her-name?'.

Gil had tried the dating thing, but it was becoming clearer and clearer that it wasn't working for him. If it wasn't Thena, it wasn't for him. And that didn't bode well, considering they had parted ways with the stark promise that there would be no getting back together.

No regrets, they had said. He was going to put the hours into the kitchen that he needed to as the new head chef of a long established restaurant. Thena was going to focus her razor sharp intellect into pursuing her PHD while working at the museum. He had once called her the 'rock star' of the historical world. She hadn't appreciated it at the time.

For their shared declaration of no regrets, there were plenty. He had lamented to his friends how he hadn't expressed enough interest in Thena's work. He didn't watch the historical programs she liked to watch in bed; he fell asleep to them. Although in his defense, Thena never could get through a boxing match without checking a work email or swearing she was paying attention while she read something on her phone.

Thena was on the other side of town, in Sersi's old flat after she and Dane had decided to finally move in together. She had always done best with her own space, after all. Yet another regret; their half-assed compromise - which made neither of them happy - on how to use the second bedroom. Gil wanted a home gym and Thena wanted a home office. It ended up housing his exercise equipment cramped in with all the books she couldn't fit onto the living room shelves.

It was the truest compromise, in the sense that they were both left frustrated and unsatisfied by the results.

Really, it was them making old fights into new ones. He knew she liked having her own space. Anyone would, after growing up with an annoying twin brother like Ikaris their whole life, he could admit. But he hadn't really appreciated her bringing up that he was an only child as a reason for him not sympathising with her more.

It was little things, really. Little things that had just...piled up on them. Him kicking his shoes off hastily, forgetting that Thena had grown up in a preparatory school and liked everything arranged neatly. Her leaving her teabags piled up in the garbage instead of in the organic waste container he kept in the fridge, specifically because the kitchen was his domain and he didn't like unwanted smells hovering around.

Little things piling up; it was for the best, they had agreed.

And now, a year and a half later, here he was, outside a pub, in the snow. He checked his phone; the night was young, but his friends were enough pints in that maybe they wouldn't notice if he decided to just...leave. If they asked, he could say it was way later, they just weren't remembering it right.

He walked slowly, still staring at his phone. It was the blank, default phone background. He hadn't settled on a new one after needing to take down the picture of him and Thena on their trip to Australia. It wasn't any more pathetic than the rest of his life.

"Sorry," a soft voice uttered, scuffling feet in snow filling the air as they narrowly avoided one another.

Her eyes rose to meet his, still a sparkling green that contrasted the hair that was the colour of pure sunshine. She was dressed in all white, as she always was. He had always said it was her colour. "Hey."

The one word was like the cavalry call. Memories flowed through him. Some of the bad times. But the happy ones far, far outweighed them. There were so many happy ones it was a wonder they had ever decided they weren't worth the bad.

Thena was still the most beautiful woman Gil had ever seen. Her edges were so sharp, and yet she still possessed a softness--a fragility to her delicate frame. It was hard to tell under her long white coat if she looked different, but he remembered those long legs entwined with his in the hammock on their balcony. Her lips were still full and succulent like a berry.

"Hey." He smiled, and she smiled as well. There was a lightness to it that hadn't been there when she had left her key with him and closed the door behind her. "How are you?"

"Good," she answered plainly, as she always had. Her eyes darted down to the ground and she tucked some hair behind her ear, still a clear tell of when she was nervous. His heart skipped a beat as he caught a blush in her cheeks. "And you?"

"Yeah," he answered, not that it was much of an answer. He had yet to stop smiling, but she was still smiling too. "Restaurant's doing well--same old."

Thena nodded, some of her hair tumbling from her scarf wound loosely around her. "I read a review of it. Your praises were sung most eloquently."

She had such a poetry to her language. Some found it odd, but Gil had always admired her more elegant word choice in comparison to his easy and casual phrases. He had tried writing poetry, but he was no match for her simply describing how her day was.

"Yeah?" he grinned. The idea of her checking a review of his work was more than he could have hoped for. It felt like hearing that she had asked if he was seeing anyone.

"I'm not surprised," she stated more than confessed. "You have always been an excellent chef. I wouldn't have needed some culinary reporter to tell me that."

Emboldened by her olive branch, Gil stepped closer. "And how's the doctorate?"

Her pleased smile returned, her scarf even picking up in the wind and brushing the front of his army green jacket. She used to always put her hand on his chest for no good reason, whenever she wanted. "I'll be submitting by the end of this year. Nothing is signed yet, but I'm told things look promising."

His grin stretched wider. The word 'rock star' was on his tongue again but he inhaled, drawing up his shouldering instead of wrapping his arms around her and picking her up off the ground. "Hey, that's great! I mean, I knew you'd get it. You're way too good not to."

Thena's eyes drifted downward again. Her smile turned shaky and her hands went to the buttons of her coat. She swayed on the spot, as if unsure of which direction to lean. "Thanks, Gil."

The snow filled in the silence between them, Mamma Mia positively blaring from inside the pub. The flashing, coloured lights inside proved stronger than the tint of the windows, reflecting on the snow already fallen.

Thena broke the silence first. "I'm surprised you're out this late."

Once, that might have been a barb about how he always had to sleep early to get into the restaurant early (especially on nights when she had a work social at the museum). But that was years ago, and now it was a casual - if nervous - question asked in a playful tone.

Gil smiled. "Well, usually I wouldn't. But the guys have really started giving me a hard time about-"

He clamped his mouth shut, suddenly terrified of uttering the truth of his dismal life since her exit. Surely it was pathetic of him to tell his ex-girlfriend about how all he did was lie around watching the same five shows and living almost completely off of leftovers from work.

But Thena laughed. It was gentle, and light, and he still found it really cute. "So, you came out tonight just to appease them?"

Her laughter drew out his as well. His shoulders lowered and his hands shuffled around in his pockets. "Guess so."

Thena looked towards the dark glass of the windows. It took her a few minutes to build up to what she had to say. But rather than eagerly rush her, he waited, happy to admire her. "I have become even less social than before, if you can believe it."

"Wow," he commented outright, earning the mildest form of her glare possible. He chuckled, though. "I can't believe it."

She could have left it there if she wanted. But she kept holding her scarf at the ends, braving on. "It seems I've been a bit reclusive since..."

It was Thena to bridge the unspoken gap, utter those completely forbidden words. But in that way, it was also her extending her hand, asking him to take it.

Gil turned soft, as he always did with her. His voice lowered to nearly a whisper, like it would after she'd had a night terror and needed comforting. "I guess I have too."

She had closed the distance as much as she could. She needed more from him, going quiet again and staring into his chest.

Gil eagerly met her halfway, pulling his hands from his pockets and crushing her against him. It was just a hug, something friends could do (if she decided she would regret this, too). "I missed you."

But she slid her arms around him. She buried her nose in his jacket and he leaned over her, practically engulfing her in his arms. She inhaled, drinking in the scent of him.

"Sorry, I probably smell like fryer oil," he excused. She had always hated that smell.

She shook her head, still buried in him. "I missed it."

How was he not supposed to fall in love with her all over again?

"Hey," he said gently, only encouraging her to pull away enough to look at him. He brushed some hair from the crown of her head. "Would you wanna grab something? We could get a decaf...something--you still don't drink, right?"

Thena beamed as if he had asked her something so much more than just terrible coffee. But small things - like remembering that she didn't really enjoy drinking - always meant the most to her. "I'd love to."

Just hearing the word from her lips made his heart leap in joy. It remembered hearing that word so often from her. It wanted to hear it again.

"So, uh," Gil began, leading her away from the pub with her hand in his. Maybe it was too much to hold hands with someone he had just asked out, but Thena's hand held onto his just as firmly. "That 24 hour place is still open. I heard they have daily specials now."

"Sounds lovely." She hadn't become a conversationalist. But she held onto his hand, letting him go on about the pastries in the window and how it was under new ownership. He didn't mention how he couldn't even look at the place for the first two months after their breakup.

Gil looked at her but didn't stop walking as she leaned against him. "You okay? We don't have to go out, if you're tired. You can just come over and I can make you some tea."

She buried her face in his sleeve. "You think I'm the type to go home with you on the first night we've met?"

He paused for a second before letting out a laugh that would wake anyone out of a dead sleep. "Are you flirting with me?"

"You seem much more the flirtatious type."

Thena was happy to play coy about it, but he knew she was flirting because she was terrible at it when they'd first started dating. "Maybe I am."

"You could take a girl to dinner, first." It was light, witty banter, her favourite kind. She was relaxing more and more.

"How's tomorrow?"

He waited for her response, only able to look at the top of her head with her leaning on him. But it made him think of the beach in Australia when he had first told her he loved her. He had thought it plenty of times before, but that was the first time he had spoken the words. Maybe he would get the chance to say them again.

Thena adjusted their arms, linking them at the elbows, still revealing nothing of her expression as she said, "it's a date."

[yuri-cocaine]

prompt 1: crux

In which two small Viera children try their luck in the outside world

When Mua hears about Mojote’s mad scheme to Make Big Money, she immediately demands to go with him. She even borrows the village chocobo cart and yokes Stinky and Buddy, her mother’s two big palfreys, and drives them out to the edge of the baobab forest when Mojote is trudging along with his giant backpack. Despite the scorching heat, he covers his ears in a dull white hood. Now he looks like an overgrown, tail-less Miqo’te.

“Mua, what are you even doing here?” Mojote demands. “Where’d you get that cart?”

“Uh, hello? I’m coming with you, Jote!” Mua delightedly rings the chocobo bell, and Buddy chirps. Stinky, true to his name, has already filled his dropping bag under his tail and is making a new mess on the dusty road.

“Throw your stuff in the back! Let’s go to the city!”

Mojote sighs, but he climbs into the cart. Mua is his twin sister, but as is traditional for Viera, he is taken away by his father before he can even feed from their mother. Male Viera are not allowed to live in the tree villages. They are not to be seen by anyone.

He thinks of Dei-ijla, and all the villagers inside their baobab houses, and how the desert wind sings dead songs through the day and through the night.

He thinks of Rabanastre, sapphire of the sands, and their royal fusiliers marching closer and closer to Viera land year after year. Even though they have so much. Even though their songs are full of life and joy and vibrancy.

“I made a bunch of charms and jewelry and things,” Mojote told Mua in the forest last week. “I’m going to Rabanastre and selling in the Muthru Bazaar. Ba says people are always clamoring about how exotic Viera wares are. If I sell some, I’ll make money!”

Mua was fascinated. “Oh, wow. So you’re going to be rich? What are you going to buy?”

“I’m going to pay the Dalmascan soldiers to get out of the forest.”

Mua understands his reasoning. If soldiers are paid to invade and kill and burn, then with the right amount of gil they can be paid to go home. It’s genius!

The two children think of Dei-ijla, of the sun-baked elders moving so slowly in the grass, of the wood warders endlessly patrolling with storms on their faces.

When the skyline of Rabanastre comes into view after a week and a half of traveling, the sight takes their breath away. The soaring spires! The gleam of ornate glass windows! The packed main road, so full of people of all shapes and shades speaking in so many tongues! Mua cannot contain her excitement. She runs up and down every block, poking her head into every storefront, greeting every passerby.

And then the bazaar…

Muthru Bazaar is a riot of smells and colors. A Seeq is playing a high, lilting tune on a giant flute for a band of dancing moogles. A trio of Bangaa with an enormous, violently pink chocobo is selling equally pink chocobo chicks out of a basket. The stalls have fruits in all colors of rainbow, food from every place in the world, clothes and shoes of all styles, and weapons so ornate and shiny they are blinding. It feels like walking in a dream.

Mojote spreads a patterned blanket in front of an alleyway and sets his goods down. Mua vanishes and returns a few minutes later with her arms full of food samples. Her mouth is full of something wriggling. She gives him a honey-covered fried tarantula on a stick.

Their wares are so boring compared to everything else, Mua thinks. They have wooden bowls and wooden cups carved with Dei-ijla patterns and inlaid polished bone. They have curse-warding charms spun from yarn, like pure white cobwebs with a lump of amber in the center. They have little curved daggers and fossils dug out from beneath the grass and sand.

Nobody really stops to buy from them all day, but that’s fine, for the unending din of the bazaar is fun to listen to. Mua and Mojote eat through their snacks, and wait.

Then, a Hyuran woman comes over with a group of friends in tow. Her eyes are wide with wonder, and she points at Mua.

“Oh, goodness, look! A Viera girl! A real live Viera girl!

Mua springs to her feet. “Come look at our wares! We’ll even give you a, uh--what was it again?”

“A discount for being our first customers,” says Mojote from under his hood.

“Yeah! A discount!”

Mua twirls in a silly dance for them, and Hyuran women coo with delight.

“Oh, aren’t you just adorable! Look at her fluffy ears, oh! Very well, sweetie, we’ll buy something!”

The word about a little dancing Viera girl spreads. A crowd builds, and they cheer and coo as Mua sings her village songs to them and spins. Mojote gathers the gil they make in a pull string pouch. So maybe Mua coming along isn’t such a bad idea. People seem to like her a lot. They pat her head and stroke her ears.

The Muthru Bazaar doesn’t sleep. Even as darkness falls, the market keeps running. It’s the heart of the city, Mua and Mojote think, and it beats on and on.

A Hyuran man and his group of friends approach them with drinks in their hands. Mojote stiffens, realizing they are Dalmascan soldiers, probably here to relax after their patrols. Mua chews the inside of her cheek, and after a bit of thought, she flicks an ear at her brother and gets up to greet them.

“Welcome to our shop!” says Mua, twirling. “We sold a lot of things already, but feel free to have a look!”

“Little merchants, are we?” says one of the men. “And what are little merchants doing so far from your woods?”

“Um, well,” Mua turns to Mojote and whispers, “Can I tell them?”

Mojote thinks. Eventually, when they have enough gil, they’ll have to tell the soldiers to leave anyway, so why not just tell them now? He nods at his sister.

Mua takes a deep breath. “We’re making money so when Dalmasca tries to come into our forest again, we can pay you to--to go back home.”

There’s a silence.

It’s so quiet, even the bazaar seems to have hushed.

Then the men laugh. They laugh, and laugh, and laugh, and it’s the ugliest sound Mua has ever heard.

“Ah, kids at play,” says one of the soldiers. “They’re like my own brats at home, but with big old rabbit ears.”

“Oh, little lady, if you want us to go home, you don’t have to be out here in civilization selling shite on a towel,” says another. He comes close, so close.

“Just tell your parents to lay down their weapons, and we’ll plant a big flag in the ground, and then we’ll march right on home. See?”

Then one of them grabs her, yanking her arm so suddenly Mua yelps and nearly trips. Mojote leaps to his feet, drawing his bone knife. “Let her go!”

His voice is drowned out by laughter.

“This one’s adorable! A little rabbit at home would be just what the lady wants.”

“Stop! Stop it!” Mua tears herself free and runs to Mojote’s side, but the soldiers are all around them. Mojote holds his knife with shaking hands, and to his horror, someone pulls the hood off his ears.

“By the gods, look! A male Viera!”

“I didn’t think they existed!”

“We should put him in a menagerie or something. These things are rare as diamonds.”

They are grabbing his ears. The knife is knocked to the ground. The lights of the city are glaringly bright, and the storm of noise from all around builds and builds and builds. He has to get out of here. He has to get Mua out of here.

Coming here is a mistake.

Coming here is a mistake.

Mua screams. It’s a high, terrible scream, and the Mist surges over her like a sandstorm. She spins, kicks, and a man goes flying. He crashes into a stall across the street, shattering the wooden counter. By the time anyone regains their wits, Mua is already bashing two heads into the cobblestone streets after having thrown a third into a wall. She screams and screams.

Mojote doesn’t think at all. He wraps his arms around his sister’s waist and picks her up. He darts into the alley and sprints, down one street, then another, twisting, turning. Mua clings to him, crying hot, angry tears. He claws at the walls, pulling both of them up, up, until he reaches the parapet and bounds over.

They flee into the desert, leaving everything behind.

Mua remembers her mother comforting her, and the other villagers agreeing that she is just a child, and children get curious, so there will be no severe punishment.

“The heart of the matter is, daughter, that beyond the wood the world is strange, and cruel, and not for us.” Mua listens as her mother explains. “We are daughters of the wood. Nobody else in the world can understand this. They will come calling, with steel and magicks, but the wood will shield us. You need not try to turn them away. This land will reject them, just as their land has rejected you. Do you understand?”

She tries to. She tries hard. But the wonder of the city comes to her in dreams, and on the desert wind. Sometimes she climbs the tallest tree in Dei-ijla and peers out into the horizon, and pretends she can see the pinprick of light that is Rabanastre.

Mojote doesn’t come up with any more ideas. He carries a claymore now, big and black. From atop the baobab trees, Mua waves to him, but he only nods and then disappears.

She turns to look back toward the horizon, where the sand begins, and doesn’t move.

[inkstaineddove]

For the Love of a Father

Ships: PruHun

Characters: Hungary, Prussia, Germany; Austria

Summary: Hungary travels to Berlin to spend the weekend with Prussia and a young Germany. Due to silly misunderstandings and mortal assumptions, Gilbert convinces everyone to pretend that he and Erzsébet are married and Ludwig is their son. But there's only one question: why is he so eager for this charade?

Berlin, 1865.

The house was a warzone when Erzsébet arrived. Toy soldiers had taken over every corner of the living room, lined up in their formations. She lifted her skirts up and gingerly tip-toed around the rearguard. “Gil? Are you here?”

Before she had time to process further what was occurring, she felt a pair of tiny arms wrap around her waist. “Erzsi!” Ludwig stared up at her, a grin stretched wide across his face. “Are you the reinforcements we asked for?”

She hoisted him up into her arms. “That depends. Who are we fighting?”

“We’re invading Bohemia. Traun finally engaged us. The battle should be over in another hour due to our infantry’s superiority.”

As Ludwig spoke, Gilbert had managed to make his way over to them. Erzsébet shot him a look. “You’re still hung up on Bohemia?” She shook her head at his sheepish expression. She studied the battle occurring on the floor. “You’ve got a spot wide open for my hussars to swoop in on your left flank. It would be so easy to ride in and scatter your whole army.” She winked at Gilbert. “Better work on that calvary again.”

“Lud, go clean them up.” Once Ludwig had scampered off, Gilbert crossed his arms. “That was very rude, I’ll have you know. We were on the cusp of victory and losing that battle might dissolve the whole coalition.”

“It’s your fault for deciding today would be the day to fight Austria. Sorry for wanting my side to win. Next time I’ll throw the whole damn thing for you.” She gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Cheer up. It’s not like I took back Silesia.”

“If you had, then we would have a problem on our hands.” He hoisted up her bag, bringing it further into the home. “I meant to mention this to you earlier, but today’s not going to be too exciting. Some kid refuses to stop growing so I have to get him some new clothes.” Gilbert nodded to one of his servants, who took the bag off his hands. “The kid wants to make a whole day out of it, so I really hope you don’t mind too much. Tomorrow can be for us.”

He was beginning to ramble. “Oh dear me, spending the whole day with you and Ludwig. How ever will I cope with such a thing?” Erzsébet rolled her eyes. “You realize that I care about Ludwig, right? I come here to spend time with both of you. It’ll be a lovely day.” She leaned in for a kiss.

“Can we go now?” Ludwig scrunched up his nose. “Do you two always have to be doing that in front of me? Is this why Roderich gets so upset by it? It really is disgusting.” He paused, something formulating in his mind. “Is he going to be mad about this again the next time I see him?”

Gilbert and Erzsébet shared a look. He began hustling Ludwig out the door, not wanting to hear any more of this from the damn child of all people. “You’re asking too many questions again.”

---

As Ludwig’s measurements were being taken by the seamstress, Erzsébet wandered around the store. Some of the dresses they had on display were quite stunning. She found herself drawn to a few of them. She visited often enough, what harm would there be in placing an order and having Gilbert pick it up for her?

“Don’t you think you have enough? I doubt you have the closet space at this point.” Gilbert snuck up on her, sliding his arm around her waist. He appraised the dress she was eyeing out. “You have one that looks like this already.”

“Not in this color!” She nudged him with her elbow. “Wouldn’t it be good for me to build up a wardrobe here? It would be easier on me.”

There was an argument he couldn’t counter. It didn’t hurt that she was smiling up at him, her eyes filled to the brim with affection. She always pulled this trick on him and it never failed to work. “You’ll look gorgeous in it.”

“Gilbert!” A middle-aged woman appeared from behind the counter, waddling over to them. “Back again so soon? Why, you were just here the other week!”

“Frau Scholz, it’s good to see you again.” Gilbert sighed dramatically. “I know, it’s incredible. The boy keeps on growing and he refuses to stop. I’m starting to think he’s doing it just to spite me.”

“I’m surprised he doesn’t take more after you. When we were children, it took you so long to ever get a growth spurt.” Erzsébet snickered. “I thought you would’ve stayed tiny forever.”

Before Gilbert could fire back his own remark, Frau Scholz had jumped in. “Is this your wife? How have I never met her before? And so beautiful too!”

That threw both of them for a loop. A blush bloomed across Erzsébet’s cheeks. She was suddenly very aware of where his arm was. She opened her mouth to correct the seamstress.

“Isn’t she stunning? Not a day passes where I don’t wonder how I ever got to be so lucky. How many years have we been married now? Doesn’t matter, I should’ve brought her over sooner. But she’s so busy! Aren’t you, Liebling?” His eyes met hers. He was silently begging her to go along with the act.

“Doesn’t matter? Not when these past nine have been the best of my life.” She laughed softly, leaning into him. Where was the harm in going all in on the act? “Yes, my father’s fallen ill and there’s no other children to care for him. That explains my absences, I hope you’ll forgive us both.”

Whatever hurt was there completely disappeared. Frau Scholz took Erzsébet’s hand in hers. “Sweetie, there’s no reason to apologize for that. Family comes first, I understand. I have some more work to attend to, but all the best to your father. And, when you have the time, please don’t be a stranger.” She disappeared from back which she came.

Gilbert raised an eyebrow at her in surprise. “Going straight to the dying father? Way to pull the sympathy card.”

Erzsébet scoffed. “I needed to give her an acceptable reason for why your wife hasn’t tagged along before. You were too ready for that. It’s almost suspicious, Gil.” She watched him out the corner of her eye.

He made no effort to hide his happiness. “You really think I could’ve planned for that? You’re giving me too much credit.” He gently bumped her with his hip. “Have some fun with it. We can play married for a day. Now you’ll have a husband you actually love. Besides, you’re the one who’s still wearing her wedding ring. What do you want me to tell people? That I’m your mistress?”

There was a good point there. Did it really matter anyways? She doubted that anyone from Vienna would be here and, if they were, would they really be surprised? How she spent her weekends was hardly secret. The escapism of pretending to live another life would be enjoyable. Still, there was one thing nagging at the back of her mind. “Where does that leave Roderich in this little fantasy?”

Gilbert’s smile was ferocious. “Easy. He officiated for us.” Ludwig meandered about, looking round for them. “You all set, kid? Let’s go get lunch.”

The walk to the restaurant was short as it laid only three stores down. It was fairly casual, with different classes of families seated throughout, and unsurprisingly bustling for a Friday afternoon. They took a spot in the corner of the room, the farthest they could get from the other patrons.  

Ludwig’s legs were swinging furiously beneath the table. He was passionately filling Erzsébet in on the details of his life since he’d seen her a month ago. “Gilbert’s been trying to teach me to play the flute! It’s weird though, I don’t like how you have to hold it.” Spotting a schnauzer outside the window, he perked up considerably. “I really want a dog. Gilbert won’t let me get one. Can you convince him? Please, Erzsi, he always listens to you.”

She shrugged. What did she have to lose? “Gil, will you please get him a dog? Look at how pathetic he is.” She leaned over the table, stage-whispering advice to Ludwig. “Pout a little bit. That always works.” Ludwig faithfully obeyed. He even batted his eyes for good measure.

Despite knowing what was coming, Gilbert felt his heartstrings tug. An internal debate warred within him. “We’re not getting a dog.” It was important for him to keep his resolve. He gave in to too much as it was, he needed to pretend to be assertive towards them every now and then. “I don’t want to be the one responsible for the damn thing.”

“You won’t be! I’ll take care of him! Besides, aren’t you the one who’s always saying I need to learn responsibility? There’s no better way to teach me!” Ludwig had his whole argument prepared. He had been getting ready for this moment the whole week, confident that between his rational arguments and Erzsébet’s strange powers that Gilbert would change his mind.

Right when he was ready to begin it, the waiter appeared. The waiter performed the usual introduction before having his attentions settle on Ludwig. “What an adorable little boy! How old might you be?”

Met with a social interaction he hadn’t prepared for, Ludwig panicked. “Ah-I don’t know, I think I’m close to thirty now.” He looked across the table at the adults, silently begging them for intervention.

Gilbert laughed heartily. “Kid thinks he’s thirty. Drives us both crazy. You know how eight-year olds are.”

“Well, no matter what it is, your son is adorable. Now, are you all ready to order?” After fulfilling his purpose, they were left alone again.

Ludwig turned his sights on Gilbert immediately. “Your son? We’re brothers! Why didn’t you correct him?” His blue eyes were sparkling with intense curiosity.

It was Gilbert’s turn to be caught off-guard. He stumbled with the question in his mind, trying to gather his bearings and create a sufficient enough answer. “People treat us better if they think you’re our kid. Humans have a difficult time comprehending our real ages and relationships. It’s easier to go along with whatever they think.” Proud of his response, he leaned back and smirked. “So, for today, Erzsi and I are married and you’re our son. Start calling us Mutti and Vatti.”

Erzsébet rolled her eyes. “I am not a Mutti. If we’re doing this, call me Anya. Motherhood sounds so much nicer in my language.”

“Whatever you want, Anya.” Ludwig tested it out. Oddly enough, it didn’t feel unnatural to refer to her in such a way. Why did it feel so easy, as if it was what he was meant to do all along? Examining those emotions seemed beyond his realm of experience. He filed them away, where they could be examined at a later time. He appraised Gilbert, who was staring at him with what appeared to be eagerness. Why was that? Never mind that, if he was so eager maybe Ludwig could use that to his advantage. He scrunched up his nose. “What do I get for following along? For you it’s difficult. You’re not exactly fatherly.”

Unbeknownst to Ludwig, Erzsébet comfortingly rubbed Gilbert’s thigh. That remark knocked the wind out of him. He knew exactly what the kid wanted. There was no mystery to what he was angling for, some discreet strategy that needed to be deciphered. “I’ll get you the damn dog.” There were times for being firm and this was not one of those times.

“You’re the best, Vatti!” His wish finally being fulfilled, Ludwig broke into a long debate on the merits of each breed he found most attractive. He’d meticulously researched the habits of each and how they would integrate fully into their household. He’d had this planned and memorized for months, waiting for the day when Gilbert’s will finally broke.

He spoke unceasingly on the topic all through lunch. It continued even when they entered the park, only interrupted by Erzsébet gently cutting in. “Look, kicsim, there’s a whole group of kids over there. Why don’t you go see what they’re up to?” She gently nudged him along before he had any chance to protest.

“Couldn’t handle any more?” Gilbert slipped his hand in hers. They began walking along the path. Other couples, lost in their own worlds, passed them by.

“Absolutely not.” It was a lovely day out. A light breeze was blowing, making it cooler than it would be otherwise. It was no wonder why so many people were out today. Out the corner of her eye, she watched Gilbert. He was humming softly to himself, a content little smile inching up the corners of his mouth. She tried to recall a time when she saw him this at peace. She couldn’t. “You’re too happy.”

“Hm?” He had been lost in his thoughts. It took him a moment to process what she said. When he did, he chuckled. “Why wouldn’t I be? I’m having a wonderful day with my son and my wife, who I love so dearly.” His smile widened. “God, I love saying that. Doesn’t it just sound so natural?”

Now his giddiness made sense. “Calm down, no one can hear us. You don’t have to keep the act up.” If she was being honest with herself, something she was loath to do, it did have a nice ring to it coming from him.

He nudged her with his elbow. “I don’t care if anyone can hear us, let me have my fantasies for today.” Said fantasies were racing through his mind. “The kids young enough, he could get used to this. I think we’d be fine if we settled down, had a few children of our own. They’d give me a plum job in the military or for the king as thanks for my years of service. The higher up you are, the less work you have to do. We’d be able to do whatever we wanted.”

She sighed, listening to him prattle on. This seemed too thought out to only be a whim. If she squinted, she could easily see the life he’d envisioned. It was almost tempting. “What a lovely life you have planned. We would never be satisfied. It’s too quaint for either of us.” She gently rubbed his right forearm. “Though, in another lifetime, I think I would enjoy that one.”

“Why can’t we have it in this one? Don’t be so pessimistic.” The look she shot him caused him to roll his eyes. “We could get away with it if we wanted.”

How to explain to him that ‘want’ wasn’t the issue? Hungary considered her words carefully. “Fine, say we do this. How do you think Roderich will react? I don’t think he’d take too kindly to our little scheme. He would be hard-pressed to convince his ministers to declare war or have legal recourse to continue seeing Ludwig, but that only spares you. What of my people?” She kicked the unfortunate pebble standing before her. “It wouldn’t be out of character for him to seek retribution against them. For the first time, I would be powerless to do anything about it.”

That certainly painted the whole idea in a much bleaker light. What she brought up was the truth; he had nothing to argue against it. Gilbert sighed. “I suppose you’re right.”

She kissed his cheek. “Don’t be so glum. Tonight, reality can be damned. I’m yours until midnight, kincsem.” A mischievous glint flashed in her eyes. “Or, if you prefer, we can keep up this act for the rest of the weekend. You make a fine husband.”

Her words appeared to have their desired effect. He was in high spirits once more with a spring in his step. “There’s no harm in us continuing our little fun.” Ludwig meandered over to them, appearing worn out. “You ready to head home, Lud?” The boy weakly nodded his head. “Alright, come on. You’re not walking in that shape.” Gilbert hoisted him up onto his back. It wasn’t long before Ludwig was gently snoring into his shoulder.

The sight caused a warmth to spread from Erzsébet’s chest outwards. “You’re adorable.” For her comment, Gilbert winked at her.

The walk home didn’t take too long. The park was only a block away. Unlocking the door presented an unexpected challenge. He sighed, not wanting to bounce Ludwig around and risk waking him up. “Can you take the key out?” Erzsébet began digging around in his front pocket. Her hand took hold and his face turned a brilliant scarlet. “That’s not my key.”

“I know.” His blush deepened as she threw open the door. That could be dealt with later, his primary focus now was on tucking Ludwig in. He was pleasantly surprised to hear Erzsébet following him to Ludwig’s room.

Once underneath the covers, Ludwig wiggled around to get comfortable. Gilbert’s heart lurched. He was like an adorable little worm. “G’night Vatti, Anya.” The words were murmured through sheets, but they seemed so loud to Gilbert. His heart felt ready to explode.

He floated out of the room, never feeling so much joy in his life. He collapsed onto the sofa, clutching a hand to his chest. A dream he had been fulfilled. Erzsébet took the space besides him and he moved so his head was in her lap. Gazing up, he could see how the corners of her mouth lifted up.

“How long had you been waiting for this?” She twirled strands of his hair around her fingers.

“You know that’s a complicated question.”

“I can handle a complicated answer.” She chuckled softly. “It’s me, remember? I can manage your honesty.”

He sighed, wistful. “I think I’d been waiting for that longer than I realized. You think I could convince him to go along with that from now on? How difficult could it be?” The hope in his voice felt pathetic, but he found it impossible to suppress. His body was thrumming.

“Ah, so he’s not a puppet to you anymore?” Erzsébet closed her eyes, considering her words carefully. Honesty was needed, but it didn’t have to be cruel. “I think you should’ve been upfront with him from the beginning. Then you could have avoided this mess in the first place.”

“You know that wasn’t an option.” Gilbert knew she was being reasonable. He pointedly averted his eyes from her, lasering in on an old painting of an ancient battle on the wall. “For my sake, it couldn’t have been. It’s easier to manipulate a sibling instead of a son.”

She rolled her eyes. “So I’ve gathered from watching you and Roderich at work.” She raised a hand, silencing his objections. “It’s not a criticism. Purely an observation, don’t be so defensive.” She shook her head. “I’m not surprised you don’t see him as a puppet anymore. I didn’t believe you or Roderich when either of you tried explaining that to me. When did that change?”

When had it? A series of images flashed to mind – waking up to find a small body snuggled into his bed; blue eyes staring at him with awe as he regaled him with bygone victories; little feet scampering after him, wanting to keep up. “I don’t know. It just kind of…happened. Ludwig, he’s a good kid.” He paused. “Why aren’t you more surprised?”

“Because I know you, Gil. Maybe you can fool the rest of the world that you’ve evolved beyond a desire for personal connection, but you could never fool me.” Despite teasing him, her tone was incredibly loving. “Ludwig idolizes you, he thinks you’re the savior of the world. How could that cause you to not admit the truth to yourself? For your sake, I wish you’d done so sooner.”

“And why’s that?” He knew her answer, but he hoped he would be wrong.

“You can’t tell him one thing than tell him another. He’s smarter than that, he’ll have too many questions. Questions that I doubt you’re ready to answer.” His silence confirmed her suspicions. She smiled sadly. “Keeping him at a distance was always going to be futile. I tried telling you that, but you didn’t want to listen. Neither of you did.”

“You can’t blame me for not realizing that this is what I wanted.” It sounded so weak and uncompelling, even to his own ears. He exhaled loudly through his nose. “I made the right decision though?” Gilbert’s eyes finally met hers. He needed her to lie to him, just this once.

“I can’t decide that for you.” Erzsébet leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think you made the wrong one.”

“But you think there was a better one.”

A genuine smile broke free across her face. “Don’t I always think that about whatever you do?” She laughed, the action feeling much needed. “Don’t be so glum. Seeing you so serious isn’t natural.” He could only muster up the faintest of smiles. “That wasn’t convincing, but I’ll take it.” She rose, stretching.

His eyes settled on her, having no where else to be. “Where are you going?”

“To have a little rest. In my excitement to see you both, I woke up much too early.” She extended her hand to him. “Will my husband be joining me?”

So she was still continuing with their little charade? Gilbert smiled, this time one unfeigned. “Maybe later. You go ahead. I may catch up with you.” Once alone, he rolled to face the ceiling. There were no answers up there, but he wished they would appear. It was too soon in Ludwig’s, in Germany’s, life for Gilbert to be having such regrets. He chided himself for his foolishness.

“I’m doing the right thing.” He whispered it to himself like a prayer. He would convince himself of this, any doubts remaining would have to be eradicated. There was no question that this was what’s right.

At least, it had to be. For his sanity.

[skaterboyfriend]

stardew villagers - my farmer hc thoughts on them !! :)

i just failed my final exam so lets depression-eat and post shitty headcanons. will be writing as if its my opinion because my farmer is the cooler version of me (smarter, prettier, stronger, and bolder. i am none of those things!!)

abigail: kinda like that feeling like... aw sweetie you made it to level 4 in the mines <3 congrats!! you’re so epic babe anyway where should i stash this 8lb of monster guts

alex: jock... with no brain... and thinks hes the shit until you discover all his inflated ego is a coverup for his insecurities and youre like aww himbo :)

caroline: i feel like she deserves something other than being a housewife with some businessman who seems to care a bit more about the competition than her. i see her more alike to abigail when she was young, and wonder if she ever will embrace her wild side again...

clint: oh. the goatee guy... personally i think hes ok until he talks about other women and then im like *knife emoji (im on pc)*

demetrius: ok listen... tomatoes are... veggies. like those are its vibes so please take it as such. i also don’t like how hes pressuring maru into being the best of the best and how he seems to disregard his OTHER kid sebastian... like bro. please stop looking at the mushrooms please tell your stepson he’s doing great

elliott: the theater kid? with the long hair and the crab in his shirt pocket? smells of the salty oceanic breeze and wears birks? and youre asking me what i think of him??

emily: she is so neat... like a ltitle bundle of joy in blue hair... she always says the nicest things and is super positive!!! i love her :)

evelyn: aww i always find cookies in her trash so thats a plus! she’s neat :)

george: i mean, hes cranky and old but once i got close to him, hes so caring and kind in his weird way of making sure youre bundled up during the winter and youre eating enough food and youre careful in the mines. cute!

gus: he is so sweet with giving linus free food and being on everyone’s good side and sells me recipes and beer which i buy with a smile :)

haley: ok i know im ugly and smell, thanks for telling me like the millionth time. are ugly and smelly farmers your type by any chance?

harvey: ok harvey youre so timid and awkward and bashful and sweet in person but when i pass out and need an emergency surgery, then its all “you shouldnt push yourself” “you have to be careful young lady” “the bill comes out to 1000000000 gold”

jas: the sweetest... i LOVED when she started seeing me as a friend and giving me smiles and telling me about her toys and favorite things <3

jodi: MILF

kent: DILF

linus: he’s the first person i befriended, he’s really sweet and doesn’t deserve all the bad things that happened to him

leah: shes a neat artist! and i love that she likes drift wood so i dont just have to throw it away!

lewis: lewis is scared of me. he is threatened by me. i can dismantle his whole town: take role as governor, make everything sway to my will, force the villagers to adore me. i make 70k a day, i have a self-functioning farm that churns out starfruit jelly out the hooha while i make plans to thwart his reputation. i can and will make the whole town in my overalls’ pocket. he is terrified of me.

marnie: marnie sweetie you deserve better than lewis xx i will set you up with someone else... marlon and gil, by any chance??? 

maru: she’s cool i guess, i don’t really see her unless im heading in the clinic to buy tonics

pam: i dont really like her solely because of how she scares penny. i know what its like to have parents that scare you because of how they never seem to put down the bottle so i feel real bad for penny. i know alcoholism is not just something they choose to have a habit of, but its still :/

penny: like ^^ above, i really do feel bad for her and wish i can help her but her problems are way out of anyone’s hands

pierre: i dont like this guy. i don’t like how he sells people my things i sell to him, but claims its from him? anyone else get that message from the villagers?? 

robin: she’s super neat and i wish she’d dump demetrius for me

sam: KING!!!!!!!! <3 FAVORITE SKATER BOYFRIEND

sandy: she is sooo gorgeous and sweet and why cant i romance her?

sebastian: um. ok. he’s there i guess. like ya, i wish people respected him more via his work as a programmer and that he does deserve affection from his parents but like. im actually not a fan of him

shane: grrr i love him and i want whats best for him and he has the saddest heart events and deserves the world and is only mean because it reflects his own self hatred and </3

vincent: so valid... idk if its my expanded dialogue mod or in general but when he calls me auntie and calls me his favorite adult (don’t tell mom!) i literally... go crazy!!!!!!!!!!!!

wizard: how about you stop looking thru that crystal ball and look at me <3

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Sneak Peek to Solar Opposites in Mighty Solars Issue #48: “Monster Mayhem”

The Human Solars ran to the league witches of Earth-4 and the rest of their fellow Mighty Solars

Human Terry: Guys, what happened?! What happened to to 5 Teen Witches?!

Human Jesse: I don’t know but this city is fancy!

Luke: Ugh! Someone has entered their minds and have made their form’s uncontrollable! When we tries to get them to hear us, someone went inside their minds and have turn them into the worst things possible, Titans!

The human Solars gasp.

Human Korvo: Oh no…we gotta save them or-

Miss Frankie/Nightsaw: Uh, quick fellow humans go get our fellow Mighty Solars aliens quick! winks at the Human Solars

Human Korvo: On it!

The human solars then went and hide behind the walls as they turn back into their Shlorpian forms.

Korvo: Mighty Solars, time to suit up!

Yumyulack, Jesse, Pupa, Sonya and Phoebe: Right!

Terry: Hell yeah!

The group suits up. And with that the Solar Opposites family transform into their Mighty Solars and runs up to meet the others.

Jesse Solar-Opposites/Fung-irl: Guys!

Rest of the Mighty Solars: Guys!

Darcy/Sonar Woman: Thank God you guys are okay!

Nova/Heartstar: We have big problems!

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites/Vil-Gil-An-T: What kind of problems?

Linda: The girls have lost control of their Zenith powers! They’ve become Kaiju beasts!

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: That does NOT sound good.

Louise, Trevor, Dr. Weatherstone, Alice and Janice sees the Mighty Solars and runs up to them, which for Stacy G’s attention.

Stacy G: gasp Mom!

Louise: Stacy! I was so worried about you! kisses her on the forehead

Quasarblast smiles.

Trevor: Thank God we found you! You won’t be a fucking day we had-

Cherie: Guys! Duck!

Trevor: Huh?

The heroes, Earth-4 witches and their friends then see mega quintessence mutant Will attacking as they dodge her.

Jesse Solar-Opposites/Fung-irl: Jesus christ!

Montez: Ugh! These girls are literally not listening to us!

Phoebe MaCcarthy/Starburst: We have to save them, or worse…

Jesse Solar-Opposites/Fung-irl: KILL THEM?!

Mighty Solars: What?! No! That’s wrong! Fucking crazy! We’re not killers y’know.

Jesse Solar-Opposites/Fung-irl: Okay. Sorry. Geez.

Pupa Solar-Opposites/The Mighty Pupa: MURDER!

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: It’s okay Pupa. Fung-irl just freaked out for a bit.

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: It’s okay sweetie. We know you didn’t mean it.

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: I think what Starburst means is that we need to FIGHT them.

Suddenly, when the Five Kaiju Teen Witches combine their blast at the heroes, it ends up blasting Louise, Trevor, Alice, Dr. Weatherstone and Janice, which ends up powering them as they scream. As the dust clears, the heroes sees five new heroic figures as Stacy G looks in worried.

Stacy G: MOM!

Stacy G tries run up but Fung-irl stops her As the dust clears, like when the Calamity trio transformed in Amphibia it is revealed that Trevor, Louise, Alice, Janice and Dr. Weatherstone have received their own Mighty Solars super suits

Dr. Weatherstone/???: Woah!

Louise/???: voice gets distorted; lifts her green lava cape Swanky duds!

Vil-Gil-An-T‘s jaw drops in shock. Alice grins as she shoots a lightning spider web up at the sky as she grins and blows the smoke off of her finger.

Alice/???: Louise, I have no idea we can do that!

Dr. Weatherstone/???: Did you know about this?

Louise/???: Uh, nope. These powers feel way more intense than before.

Janice/???: floating behind Louise The powers must stack when used in tandem! H’no Classic synergy buff y’know.

Quasarblast suddenly thinks of something.

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Qausarblast: This is perfect! Maybe you guys can distract the girls while we-

Trevor/???: Guys! Look! I’m walking plasma of H2O! This is awesome!

Quasarblast shifts a little.

Korvo Solar Opposites/Qausarblast: As I was saying, you new five can help us distract the girls while we find a way to stop whoever is doing this to them!

Phoebe MacCarthy/Starburst: That could work!

Marissa: offscreen Oh will it?

The heroes gasp and then sees the dream amulet broken as smoke flies from it and then they see Marissa floating above the broken amulet.

Parker/Venus Tip: Oh no.

Min-Li: gasp What?! This is impossible?! You were supposed to be trapped and-

Marissa: It’s too late! These girls are now under my control!

Yumi: What do you mean?!

Marissa grins evilly which made Starburst growl and realize something.

Phoebe MacCarthy/Starburst: You bitch! It was you who did this! You’re a fucking psycho!

Quasarblast growls in anger upon hearing what Marissa did.

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: You monster! How could you-

Marissa: I had already some help! Someone who was willing to help me! It’s too late! These girls are now mine! Nothing can stop me-

Suddenly, a blast hits Marissa as she falls to the ground in pain and lets go her staff.

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: What the fuck?! Who did that?!

Cherie: I don’t know.

Darcy/Sonar Woman: Wasn’t me!

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: We need to stop her now!

Suddenly a woman’s chuckle was heard, which sounded familiar to Cherie, Nova, Montez and Sherbet.

Nova/Heartstar: Oh my God… that voice…

Cherie: It can’t be… can it?

Sherbet/Fizziepop: Oh God. No! No!

Cheery Smithers/Bloody Sympathy: Guys, what’s wrong?

???: Oh you poor things. Trap in a mind of a rogue witch… all that woman wanted to is get her fucking stupid son back on her side and rule the world and take you for advantage… but she was just a fool… I however… can make an offer to you five…

Suddenly…a blazing lightning midnight purple spiritual mist appears as it reveals an old foe of the Wallians… Sister Sisto as the Heartstar, Cherie, Montez and Fizziepop gasp in horror while the others grow shock.

Cherie: Sister Sisto?!

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: You know her?!

Sister Sisto/???: Hello, my former fellow Bowinians…

Jesse Solar-Opposites/Fung-irl: Bowinians?! What?!

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: Heartstar, what is happening?!

Nova/Heartstar: Guys, that’s the false prophet we were telling you about last time when we first met! That’s Sister Sisto!

Mighton gasps.

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites/Vil-Gil-An-T: WHAT?!

Quasarblast looks angrily at Yumyulack.

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: sighs in dismay; deadpan Way to go Vil-Gil-An-T… you accidentally created a villain!

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites/Vil-Gil-An-T: I didn’t know!

Montez: I’m sorry true! She’s a false prophet and a murder and a kidnapper! She’s the one who causes all of this! The death of Tim, death do Sister Sasha, the temperature, everything!

Vil-Gil-An-T starts crying.

Cherie: She also kidnapped Pezlie and made her an icon! She also used Jesse as a pawn of her own.

Korvo-Solar-Opposites/Qausarblast: comforts his son Hey, it’s okay… you didn’t know… shh…

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites/Vil-Gil-An-T: I’m so sorry, Cherie.

Cherie: comforts Vil-Gil-An-T It’s okay. You didn’t know. Sisto was also using Jesse as a legend just to get people to follow her in a path of death!

Sister Sisto/???: Oh, this is very touching but I think it’s time I sealed your fate!

Marissa growls but gets grabbed in the rope by Sister Sisto.

Marissa: Let me go! grunts

Ms. Frankie/Night Saw: You’re not gonna stop us!

Sister Sisto/???: Oh I sure will. For I am… reveals her new physical form and a villain suit of her own Black Mirror!

Heartstar gasps

Sonya/Nighthowler: Oh no! She’s crazy!

Sister Sisto/Black Mirror: Oooh! But first…

Black Mirror attacks Mighton.

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: MIGHTON! growls at Black Mirror

Mighton groans in pain while Qausarblast helps his hubby up and looks at Black Mirror furiously then uses her mind control on the 5 Kalju Teen Witches as they roar in pain. Marisa tries to get out a beastly looking potion, only the wind to blew it out of her hands onto Quasarblast’s leg as he screams in pain.

Nova/Heartstar: Qausarblast!

Jesse Solar-Opposites/Fung-irl: QUASARBLAST!

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites/Vil-Gil-An-T: Oh my God!

Sonya/Nighthowler: Daddy!

Sister Sisto/Black Mirror: I bet that hurts…

Suddenly, Quasarblast starts screaming in pain as he suddenly starts growing bigger and muscular and his skin starts to turn black as he starts growing to the size of a KaIju beast.

Randall/Blackhole: Oh shit!

Principal Cooke/Trailblazer: That’s a huge bitch!

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: Quasarblast?!

Now a giant KaIju Mundane, Quasarblast roars while the rest of the Mighty Solars gasp in horror and Black Mirror laughs evilly.

Jesse Solar-Opposites/Fung-irl: What’s happening?!

Sonya/Nighthowler: Quasarblast! No!

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites/Vil-Gil-An-T: What have you done?! You turn our dad into a fucking monster!

Mighton starts crying.

Sister Sisto/Black Mirror: Aw what’s the matter Mighton? Love the makeover I intentionally did to your husband.

Mighton starts snarling in anger with tears in his eyes. He then punches Black Mirror in the face as she growls.

Sister Sisto/Black Mirror: You strong arm bitch! What the fuck?!

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID!

Black Mirror grins and escapes by turning into her spirit form and leads the 5 KaIju monsters away from the heroes. Mundane Quasarblast growls as his eyes glow aquamarine and angirly follows them monster for battle.

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: No…Korvo!

Nova/Heartstar: We have to go after them!

Louise/???: We’ll take care of the girls! You take care of Quasarblast!

The heroes split up while Mighton looks tearfully at Mundane Quasarblast roaring.

Parker belongs to @prospitdaydreamer

Phoebe MacCarthy/Starburst and Monica Miller/Lightspeed belongs to @themagicwolf6677