#one-sided but it's sure there

[dawnslight-aegis]

17. sally

Haurchefant had never expected to receive the Warriors of Light and the sad remnants of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn on his doorstep in the middle of the night, cold, unarmed, and dressed for a gala, not a trek through the wilderness. He had certainly never expected that, when one of them looked at him with beautiful, tired blue eyes and declared that they’d not known where to go, where they would be safe, so they’d come to him, that his heart would crack open and leave him in awe of what lay within it.

So he did what he could in the moment – granted them sanctuary in the only place he’d ever been able to call his own, made jokes to lighten their spirits, served them drinks to warm the body and nourish the heart. And when all of that was done, and was not enough to stand against the darkness that wished to snuff out the light of the dawn, he had steeled himself and sallied forth into the unknown, to attempt to claim for a friend what he had never been able to fully claim for himself: a home in Fortemps Manor, safely ensconced within the protective walls of Ishgard.

His plea was refused, of course. Ishgard had closed her gates years ago, and it would take more than a few feats of heroism in her name to bid them open once more. But if the count de Fortemps would not heed the requests of his garrison commander, then perhaps his father would listen to his son, just this once. Never before had he asked anything of the man who sired him, but the look on the Warrior of Light’s face as she’d stood in the snow, lost and cold and uncertain as he’d never seen her, spurred him on.

Haurchefant spoke of light, and of inspiration, and of virtue; of a knight he had trained by his own hand, valiant and true and innocent of the crimes spoken against her; of a hero but also of a friend, dear to him above all others. He spoke of his obligation, his need to help her, to secure her passage to the only place in the realm that her enemies could not touch her. And in his heart, he admitted to himself that it was for her that he did this, not the others she brought with her. It was for her that he laid aside pride and put himself at his father’s mercy, knowing that refusal would bring an irrevocable end to a relationship long fraught with as much difficulty as affection.

It took a very, very long time, but in the end, his father’s love outweighed his sense of tradition and duty. Just as it must have all those years ago when he’d taken a lovely servant girl into his heart and his bed, and not turned out the baseborn child that had resulted, even though it drove a wedge of resentment between himself and his wife and trueborn sons.

Never before had Haurchefant been more sure of the strength of his father’s regard than in that moment. He had not granted him his name, or a place at his table between his brothers, but at the very least, he could give him this one thing. Fulfill one heartfelt wish, and take a dear friend into his home and into their family as much as he was able.

Edmont de Fortemps was a powerful man, but the Holy See was stubborn beyond measure, and for a time it seemed that even the determination of one of her highest lords, even with his voice amplified by another high house and the lord commander of the temple knights, would not shake her from her refusal. Would not convince her to open her gates to those who had literally stood with their backs to them, and guarded them against the onslaught of dragons that breached the wards of the Steps of Faith. In those long days of uncertainty, it was all Haurchefant could to grant whatever shelter and succor was within his own power, to guard his borders with sharpened steel, and pray to the Fury that it would be enough.

And it was. It was.

He saw his friend delivered to safety, though naturally it came with strings attached, as did every kindness in the city of his birth. He could only trust that when they attempted to strangle her, she would survive them, that when knives came at her in the dark, he would be able to shield her from them.

He needn’t have worried. Every challenge set before her, she rose to, and then overcame, by her grace and her valor. She repaid him many times over, saving his brother, saving his family’s reputation, saving his city itself by doing that which no one else had dared dream – walking alongside the heretics, learning and understanding, and from thence traveling into the heart of the enemy’s stronghold and cutting off the head of the horde that had long harried them.

So when she returned, with tales that exposed the rot that lay at the heart of everything his people held dear, he believed her. He took up arms in her defense. He loved her, even when she did not love him in return.

And when the time came, he shielded her as he always had, and felt not a moment of regret, save for the sadness it brought her. He had never wanted to be the cause of her pain, only the salve for it. Never her loss, only her shelter.

Never before had he asked anything of the woman he loved, but in that moment, he wished only to see again, for one final time, that for which he had risked and given all. His hero, no longer cold and lost in the dark, but brave, and brilliant, and smiling. And there, even at the end of all things, she did not disappoint him. She rose to the challenge and surpassed it, one final time.

[darishima]

made a chart of the straw hats' skin tones with the colors being screencapped directly from the episodes, to show how much they've lightened. this is more than just an "artstyle change" or "design evolution" or "just the timeskip" this is blatant racism/colorism. it's fucking ridiculous and i don't understand how toei is continuously getting away with it please reblog btw, i think this is something people should see

[neo--queen--serenity]

Utterly tragic that Chilchuck canonically sees Senshi as a paragon of sex appeal and Senshi canonically sees Chilchuck as a small baby child in need of a parent

[eatmyson]

[abstractfrog]

Happy 1 year anniversary to Mr Sherlock Holmes! Here's a litttleee celebratory comic from me

[paintedcrows]

they make me feel unwell

(continued: Stan & Young Ford)

[time-woods]

EMOTIONAL WIN ! ! the bug lets his emotions make decisions for once !

[egophiliac]

this is basically what happened, right?

(these guys are very lucky that everyone at NRC 1) has the combined intelligence of a sack of bricks, and 2) is easily distracted by shiny things.)

[nouverx]

Day 7 of Radiostatic Week

First fight! But surely not the last :)

[andaniellight]

one of the funniest gigs in pre-timeskip was that whenever Zoro tried to be considerate with the coward trio while handling their eager stupid captain is that this thing would bound to happen regardless of anything at all....

and then the aftermath would be like:

[methoughtsphantom]

Jason “my family doesn’t know im alive” Todd and Danny “my family doesn’t know I’m dead” Fenton going alongside each of their plans my beloved. like Danny will absolutely go head-to-head with all of Gotham to support his new best friend on all his crime lord endeavors while he drags Jason to also attend collage with him. They are roommates and there never seems to a mention of family from either side. It’s an unspoken understanding they have. They met because Crime alley as a ghost lair thrummed with so much loneliness, it was at first the perfect place for Danny to hide his ecto signature in. But then he saw the dumbass whose lair it was lean his motorcycle just a tad too much when making a sharp turn to an alley, he sweeped the floor through a lifted chain link that passed his body but not his helmet. Yep that’s right the red thing got stuck. Danny who at the moment happened to be watching through his window snorted. Much to his horror because if not a ghost that dude could’ve gotten his head flung off.

Still, the scene was ridiculous.

On a whim he irrationally sees the police closing in on the guy and panicked at the thought of the guy using intangibility to free himself so Danny phased them both through his apartment wall and left the guy sprawled in his couch. Jason didn’t freak out but that’s normal when one’s got a concussion, one the guy immediately denied having as Danny laid out the medical supplies. The idiot proceeded to almost flatten four steps to the door with his stubbornness. He also said “I’m asexual” in the most deadpan voice as Danny dropped him back in the couch.

Danny sighed. Clearly though, he’d done so too early in the night because the guy kept trying to go, kept trying to knock Danny out, kept trying to slash him with knifes Danny didn’t know he had stashed. He’d only disarmed the guy from his guns. The visible ones apparently, cause at one point the guy did take out a gun and shoot until the ammo ran out and then teetered the thing like it was an art prop and hit his moon lamp.

Danny "yeah you aren’t officially my friend until you’ve tried to kill me" fenton my guys.

Anyways both keep having the same argument over if Danny technically kidnapped Jason or not. Danny holds the fact that the police at least didn’t see the guy make the ridicule. Jason argued that happened cause he was sporting a concussion. Danny argued he got that after.

Jason at first thinks the guy's a meta, but no. Danny introduces himself, sheepily now that he recognizes this is who the lair he invaded is from. He bandages him and tries to cook for him. If Danny didn’t have ice powers he most certainly would’ve burned the apartment. Jason then proceeds to kick him out of his own kitchen and make them both enchiladas. It’s the most normal both had in a while with another person and the air seems oddly settled. From then on, Jason constantly invited himself over, under the pretense that this was his territory and therefore he could drop in unannounced. Danny who has actual powers says he only allows this because Jason cooks very well.

Danny stays away from the crime fighting business unless his buddy is in deep shit he can’t get himself out. Also it’s Danny’s turn to cover for his vigilante friend which Sam and Tucker give him so much shit for. (but also advice)

And they were roommates. (omg) Danny effectively derails Jason’s big comeback plans by casually dropping ghost lore every two days. Like,

Jason, talking about how he doesn’t want Bats snooping on his territory:

Danny: Just don’t let them in

Jason: ??

Danny: yeah!! Hasn’t Batman died and got revived??? You can totally kick out death touched people you don’t want entering on your lair.

Jason: …I can?

Danny: Yep dude, your lair’s supposed to feel safe.

Jason: wait does that mean I can kick you out?

Danny: First this is my apartment. Second, im dead, not dead touched. Third, it’s too late to get rid of me. bitch.

Anyways Jason is super excited. You mean to tell him he can actually deny people over to his territory haunt?? (Yes it’s only to people who have died and came back but still!! The sample size is exactly the type of people he doesn’t want to see—!)

Joker my beloathed can’t step foot in Crime Alley.

(Jason’d feel a lot safer if the clown was dead but the possibility of his murderer turning into a ghost and their little loophole not applying on the clown is too scary to contemplate.)

Anyways, Jason loves experimenting with the power. It can go from simply making people shudder and not want to enter crime Alley to straight up not letting them enter like there’s an invisible wall blocking the way.

Jason because he’s hurt that Bruce never even patrols Crime Alley and also because he’s petty put B under the category of “invisible wall” blacklist. His reasoning is that the man doesn’t even attempt to enter Crime Alley. To him it’s surely just a place shadowed in tragedy. (anyways that’s it’s the place he met Jason)

Ironically, Jason totally forgets that Batman does venture into Crime Alley one day in the whole year. The day he met Jason.

Okay. He didn’t forget at first. The first year Jason remembers cause it was only a few months till then but then the next— Jason forgets that today’s the anniversary of the day’s Bruce’s parents died. He forgets to allow B in when he feels a slight tug and dismiss the feeling that prompts Bruce to investigate because he literally can’t enter Crime Alley. He starts the trialsTM, he scouts on the very edge and sees people the whole day enter and get out and cross with no problem but Bruce can’t.

It’s literally just Bruce.

Time to call Constantine, i guess.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Normal boy spotted.

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[iampresent]

I am two episodes into Malevolent and I have determined that the truest horror element is having your body taken over by a demon who is somehow. more incompetent at running your life than you are.

[itzmellooo]

Lumity week day 1: Surprise!!

Something about promise rings or something sappy n romantic idrk... (they're madly in love your honour)

[kumquatpoo]

I hate them