highlights from the brennan hank interview (aka taking notes on things that i liked or didn't know)
HE STARTED ATTENDING COLLEGE WHEN HE WAS 14?????
immediate jump off topic from hank to ask him about d20 (this happened while fhjy was airing)
"and the greatest project of all, my wonderful family with my wife isabella roland"
bonding over their children
brennan and hank's son both corrected their father's bedtime stories 💀
many elaine lee shoutouts
"his dad met my mom and fell in love" "you did that" "we did that, parent-trapped them"
was pulled out of school in 4th grade for homeschooling because the bullying was so bad....
started a company when they (he and his brother) were fifteen?? called Bootleg Adventures
hank's little awed hiss of "what" to the above piece of information
GOT PART OWNERSHIP OF THE WAYFINDER COMPANY AT 15
"knowledge is something that, when you share it, there's just more. there's no scarcity"
hank staring off into space slightly looking like brennan just blew his mind (we're 11 minutes in)
"we were 14 year old philosophy majors, if you can imagine anything more normal than that"
brennan unable to resist doing fun voices for the people he talks about
he wouldve loved to work at wayfinder full time and said back then hey maybe ill become a famous internet comedian or something and that's how i can help camp. now he's got texts from the staff saying how a bunch of dimension 20 fans have joined and its been a huge boon for them that way 🥺
"it's funny when a really bad plan works. dont make that plan."
"every new community-- is this too sad? no its true" THOSE THINGS ARE NOT MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE
anyway "for every new community i start with the presupposition that someone is going to pick me up and put me in the trash can" 😭
hank sniping him through the duplex door with "[when you do that] you kind of imagine yourself to be the value you're delivering rather than yourself, or that your value is in what you deliver and not who you are" and brennan going 😐 "that's a great point man"
both of them turning to do pained smiles at the camera 😭
"i think the value is in who you are" "that's really sweet i appreciate that" "but i also love that you deliver"
brennan quoting mary oliver
im starting to feel a little called out guys
robert mckee "stories are not about their premises they're about their conclusions"
brennan also staring off into space slightly thinking about what hank said
the REAL college advice brennan is giving is reportedly "put an egg in your ramen" because thats how you stop your eyes from going "matte finish"
shoutout to vanessa's dumplings for keeping this man alive
"i am ozymandias nerd of nerds, gaze upon my banner and despair"
the moment he felt like something changed was walking into C2E2 and seeing that the biggest hanging banner in the convention hall was of fantasy high. or, as brennan put it, "my dumb face"
"my friends moved in with their partners, the apartment i had with them scattered to the wind, the woman i was dating dumped me after three weeks, and i won a bunch of money on Who Wants to Be a Millionare" "wh- what???"
he taught emily, murph, siobhan, and zac how to play dnd 🥺 and was running a home game for lou at the same time
got hired at um, actually because his name was getting around for being a big dork
zac stepped down from troopers and sam liked brennan's character from a previous casting call (tim curry eating pizza) so he brought him in
its very charming the detail with which brennan remembers these important moments in his life
became a full time cast member in the same week he started dating izzy! "hard to beat week gang!"
"they told us they were launching dropout and everyone had to make a show, which, if you're been trying to make a show your whole life, that's like saying 'bad news guys, there's 24 birthday cakes in the break room and everyone has to eat a whole birthday cake'."
brennan was making a document for a market pitch on an actual-play show when he was called into office and THEY pitched HIM the idea of an actual-play show
"i guess i have tumbled through life to end up here ready to do this"
truly like. one of the guys of all time.
"some of the things that didn't make sense about you make more sense now" hank talking indirectly about how amazing he found all the moving parts of mentopolis and now getting to hear about how long and how many time he's done storytelling it makes sense
"yeah its the one skill"
"i wanted to tell stories before i was anything else"
🎉anti-capitalist rant🎉
"people used to say 'is ucb a cult' and i'd say 'in a cult, somebody is making money'"
HIGH FIVE!!!
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Hello, it is I, here to make more angst request with fem! Simon. Now, I have a hate/love relationship with misunderstanding trope, but here's my idea. Fem! Simon has been spending a lot of time with a fellow soldier due to an important mission they are working on together. They have been texting frequently and meeting up outside of their usual work hours to discuss the mission details. Her girlfriend notices the increased communication between fem! Simon and this soldier. One day, she sees a text on fem! Simon's phone from the soldier that says, "Can't wait to see you tonight! 😊" This message, taken out of context, causes the reader to feel insecure and suspect that something romantic might be developing between fem! Simon and solider. You can go on from there-
Simon tried so hard to keep things as tactical as possible with the Sergeant she'd been tasked with collaborating with. The mission unfortunately required frequent communication and meetups to discuss logistics, added to another misfortune of not being able to really include you due to the classified nature of it. It irritated her, truthfully, because now the bright-eyed, fresh Sergeant had been getting a little too close for her liking. No matter how many times Simon offhandedly mentioned she had you, her girlfriend, waiting for her at home.
She should have known it would cause trouble.
You'd been distant lately. The past few days, as a matter of fact. And Simon couldn't pinpoint why. She suspected her frequent meetings with the Sergeant had something to do with it, but she didn't know the specifics.
"You're upset," she says one evening, coming up behind you as you're making dinner to wrap her arms around your middle. It's not a question.
"I'm fine, love," you respond softly. Too softly.
"You're not," she says, reaching past you to turn the stove off as she turns you around to face her. "Talk to me, love. Please. Let me help."
You sigh, looking up at her.
"This... assignment you've been on."
"Yeah?"
"With the new Sergeant."
"Mhm."
You hesitate, then sigh again before explaining.
A few nights prior, Simon's work phone had lit up when she stepped out. You'd managed to catch a glimpse of the message on the screen, a "Can't wait to see you tonight! 😊" from her work partner.
Simon hadn't entertained the thinly-veiled attempt at flirtation, and had simply responded with a quick "Keep it tactical. And don't forget the case files I requested."
But you hadn't seen that part.
So, she shows you.
She doesn't hesitate to pull her phone out, unlocking it and scrolling to the messages in question. She feels safe letting you scroll through the message log - it's all coded jargon anyway, as specifics are only discussed in person for security reasons.
"Keep tryin' to tell her I'm taken," Simon explains, nudging her nose against your temple as you look through the texts. "Won't take the hint."
Her texts reflect as much:
Sgt: Drinks tonight?
Simon: Negative. Night in with my girl.
Some days later:
Sgt: Anything a girl can do to entertain herself around base?
Simon: Wouldn't know. The missus and I live off-base. Get that report I asked for?
The exchanges go on.
"I... I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions," you say softly. Simon softly shushes you in response.
"Don't apologize," she says. "I know how it must have looked."
After a moment of silence, she pulls back, putting both hands on your upper arms as she gazes at you intently.
"Y'know you're the only one I want, right?" she asks. When you only nod and cast your gaze aside, she tucks a finger under your chin to redirect you back to her.
"I mean that," she says. "Don't want anyone else. Never have. Never will. I'm serious.''
As you pull her in for a kiss, Simon's already formulating plans to really get it through this Sergeant's head that she's a (very happily) taken woman.
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DON'T MIND THE FIRST ONE THAT I SENT TT
(“If we’re both single by a certain age we will marry each other” is always a fun story concept but it could be even better if the pact is made between rivals as a drunken dare and they go on to sabotage each other’s relationships because they’ve been secretly in love all along.) I saw this post somewhere on Twitter and it is a freaking good trope!!!! Could you do this to the rival mob bosses???? Maybe you could go on like after the spicy thing, they had admitted that they have partners but they didn't really love (Maybe just for business or arranged relationship???) and maybe you could turn them being undenial about what they feel to each other and them saying that spicy thing that happened is just a one time thing? I'd love to see the jealousy and them trying to sabotage each other's relationship (without them knowing that their both trying to ruin their each others relationship) BECAUSE THEY'RE FREAKING IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER!!!!
Thank youuuuu, your works will continue to shine like gold in my memories❤️❤️❤️❤️
They said it was nothing--said it was just...one of those things. They couldn't exactly just go out and get brunch afterwards, anyway. Their lives weren't exactly conducive to 'dating', as it were.
So they went back to business. Gil was still the Tyrant King, with Koreatown in the palm of his hand. Thena was still the Ice Queen, and one of the richest figures in the area for her monopoly on the diamond - and fake diamond - industry.
And they were happy with it that way, they said.
Gil was fine not thinking about making love to her, his name on her lips, not knowing where one ended and the other began, their fingers intertwined and his heart focused on her and only her.
He was totally fine with it.
Just like Thena was fine not thinking about the first man she'd let anywhere near her in years, maybe a decade. Maybe she had never let a man as close to her as she had with Gilgamesh, letting him hold her, kiss her, touch her in ways that defrosted her long protected heart.
She was fine.
They were both fine with not talking about it, and not doing anything about it. Even when others in their lives and line of work asked what was going on with them, they said they were fine. Even when suitors for one another appeared on the scene they were...mostly fine.
It happened on Gil's end first. His family back in Korea had arranged for him to meet the daughter of another family. They were both 'in the business', and they had been hoping that Gilgamesh and this young lady would make for a very powerful allyship between bloodlines.
He couldn't have been less interested, and he almost felt a little bad about it. She seemed like a nice enough young lady. First of all, he couldn't remember her name. Second of all, she was somewhere in her mid twenties, but it was too young for him. Third of all, and most importantly, she wasn't his Ice Queen.
Thena hadn't commented on the news of his potential marriage/merger. She knew everything about the daughter of the associate of Gil's family. She knew when she had arrived in America and she knew what restaurant had been arranged for them to have their date be both public and private enough.
She definitely hadn't thought about it obsessively. She hadn't been frothing with anger at the thought of Gil's arms around her, and she definitely didn't call in a fake bomb threat to the bank next door so that the entire block would have to be evacuated for the next few hours.
She most certainly hadn't watched from a car across the street, anxiously waiting to see if Gilgamesh would invite the lovely young lady back to his apartment (or god forbid, his office).
He didn't--he bid her goodnight and all but sprinted down the street.
On monday, Thena asked if everything was fine. "I heard there was a bomb threat in your area. I assume it was resolved peacefully."
Gil was no better. It was no secret that the Ice Queen had plenty of admirers. But none were so persistent - and insufferable - as the Prince Eternal. He really thought himself to be quite the catch. And when Gil heard from Thena herself that the kid had thought it a good idea to corner her in a stairwell and try to kiss her, well...
Gil might have taken it upon himself to track the kid down. And maybe he had his luxury penthouse broken into - Makkari was the very best, the fastest, the quietest - and had him dragged to Gil's office in the middle of the night. And maybe he'd had a little too much fun threatening him.
"If you ever step close enough to touch her again, I'll rip your dick off and have it cooked and fed to you. Got it, little prince?"
It was rumoured that Eros had flown back across the pond since.
So maybe they weren't fine. But neither had really talked about it. In fact, it was so bad that others had begun to notice and theorise that maybe they were avoiding each other.
Ajak refused to be enclosed in a room with both of them.
"Ice Queen," he greeted as she walked into his office, pristine and shining as always.
"Tyrant King," she greeted just as formally, pulling that goddamn infuriating fucking lace shawl around her shoulders.
He already wanted to kiss her. "How's business?"
She looked around his office, avoiding his eyes, "the usual. Yours?"
"The same."
Barely able to remember why he invited her, Gil looked through the files on his desk. "Heard anything from Prince-y?"
Thena kept her arms wrapped around herself tightly. She shifted her weight from one hip to the other. "Not a word. How is Jasmine National?"
Gil paused, putting down his folder again. "Hm?"
"The bank--what ever happened to your bomb threat?" Thena asked again, looking confused by his absence of mind.
He stood slowly, smiling as he left behind his desk and approached her. "I never mentioned the bank."
Just a flash--there one second and gone the next. But he'd caught it. He'd caught her. "I heard it was a bank."
"I never mentioned what bank in particular," he continued, grinning wider and wider.
"Plenty of us heard about it, Gil, it was on the news," she snapped at him in her defense. And she was right, it had made the news.
But he knew his Ice Queen, and the look of terror that had passed through her eyes was real. It was the same look of abject horror she would get whenever he used the term 'make love'. "Mm, but you knew about it before everyone else, didn't you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," she grumbled, although it lacked a lot of its intended bite when she was mumbling. And his lips were inches from hers.
"Now, now, Ice," he chuckled, his breath hitting her skin and encouraging pink to bloom in her cheeks. They were so close.
"Gil," she uttered, and this was Thena talking. It wasn't the Ice Queen, it wasn't the Goddess of War, it was just his Thena. She hadn't leaned away, but she was as curled in on herself as she could get, lips still hovering close enough to feel his warmth. "We said we couldn't."
"I don't know what you're talking about," he whispered, bringing his hands up to hold her cheeks as he kissed her. Her hands raised between them, and for a second he really believed she would put those deadly hands of hers to use. But instead she slid them up his chest and over his shoulders.
It was familiar. It was so comfortable it was painful.
"Gil," she gasped, although it gave him the opportunity to run his tongue along her bottom lip. He was asking, and she granted him permission in the same second.
Their tongues met, and he slid her lace off her shoulders.
"Gil," she repeated, this time with a hand on his chest.
He tore himself away from her, declaring that he had more willpower than she had diamonds in her control. He sighed.
Thena glared up and away from him. Him and those deep brown eyes of his, looking at her like a puppy in the fucking rain. He thought he was so cute and irresistible. "Gilgamesh."
"Thena," he retorted, and just the use of her name made her shiver. He pushed in closer, forcing her hand to spread at the fingers over his heart. He bounced his peck into her palm and she snapped the hand back, undeniably flustered.
"Don't," she pointed in his face. This was much, much too comfortable. They were too comfortable with each other.
"What?"
"I said don't."
"I'm not doing anything."
"Insufferable man," she huffed, although she was still recovering her breath from their kiss.
"And yet here you are," he reminded her, happy to let her know the effect she had on him. He had nothing to hide from his Ice Queen. He was hers and only hers. He winked at her, "suffering me."
Thena set her deadly green eyes on him, jaw set, lips pursed. She was trying to look threatening but he couldn't help but find it a little cute. "Maybe I should have let the little heiress marry you. Then you would be her problem."
"Ah, but Princess," he chuckled, leaning forward and kissing her again. It was soft, and it was slow, and it was sweet--all the things she didn't want to acknowledge between them. He let his lips trail over her skin as he moved to whisper in her ear. "Even then, I'd still be yours."
Thena sighed as he kissed down her ear, teasing her earrings and the back of them with that tongue of his. That talented, talented tongue of his...
"Only yours," he vowed as he kissed down behind her ear to her neck. "And for the record, I never agreed to date the little heiress--I thought I was meeting her for formality's sake."
"I don't know why you think I care," Thena managed to growl out, although even that faded as she started all but purring. Her hands slid up over his shoulders again, grasping the collar of his shirt as he lavished the base of her neck with attention.
"For the record, Ice," he smiled against her lily-scented skin. "So you know for next time."
"Next time?!"
Gil blinked as she dragged him off of her, holding the back of his shirt collar like a dog by its scruff. "Well-"
She tipped his chin up, sliding her finger up one side of his jaw and down the other. "Did you or did you not say you're mine?"
He nodded.
"So, next time," she whispered against his lips but still not kissing him. Oh, his Ice Queen was going to be the death of him. And he was going to let her. "You tell them exactly that."
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