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softquietsteadylove · 2 years

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Hi!! I am a fan of your works and just love the way you write Thenamesh! I just thought some AU hurt/comfort scenario where Thena and Gil are spies, but Gil is caught by the enemy. The agency think they lost him already, but Thena won't accept it and proceed to rain hellfire to the enemy base and rescue her Gilgamesh alone. Can you write it, pretty please???

"We are not going forward with the extraction."

"It's been too long--there's no way he's still alive."

"We will not tell you again: stand down."

They were wrong. They were all wrong. Thena was used to clashing with the orders of her superiors, but this was entirely unacceptable. Not only were they abandoning one of their agents, but they were abandoning Gilgamesh.

Her Gilgamesh.

It had been a routine mission, but Gil never made it out. And it happened--people got captured, that was the purpose of extraction missions. And time was always of the essence because the intelligence they handled was of a sensitive nature, and plenty of enemies would do anything to learn what they knew.

They were holding Gilgamesh somewhere, torturing him--tormenting her poor Gil.

And their own agency refused to extricate him. It was too dangerous, too high risk. No one else was as strong as Gilgamesh was, not even close. And without him to assist her, she was too dangerous and uncontrolled for them to feel they could move forward (the cowards).

But every minute they wasted thinking he was dead, was another minute the enemy was trying to wring information out of him. Especially information on her. Their agency didn't run solo agents in the field, everyone had a partner. A second half was crucial for success, even on the odd occasion when an agent did have smaller ops to run. Because a partner could keep one grounded, and balanced, and make up for what the other lacked.

Gilgamesh would never give her up.

Not her Gil--they would be torturing him until his heart gave out. And they were, she was sure. Because Gil would never do anything to endanger her. And all the brass had to say was that everyone had their limits, and she couldn't know that for sure (the idiots).

She would never give up on Gil. She could be sure he hadn't revealed her name or location or alias or even her bloodtype because she would never give up anything on him. She would rather die.

All the more reason to hurry.

She hadn't told Phastos what the extra explosives were for. She didn't tell Sersi why she needed to know what organic poison would be the least traceable and the fastest acting. She didn't tell Sprite why she needed the schematics of every old water treatment plant in Copenhagen.

They all knew better than to ask. Because they all knew Gil had been officially declared MIA; they knew Thena would never be able to accept it when even they had to admit it didn't look good (the shortsighted fools).

If they weren't going to find him alive, then she was going to confirm he was dead with her own eyes. And until she did, everyone else could get the hell out of her way.

"You sure about this?" Druig called after her as he dropped her off. He was the only one willing to defy direct orders and actually assist her so directly. And he had his own partner to worry about.

"Twenty-two minutes," Thena tossed over her shoulder as she marched towards the dingey old building. She set up charges along the way, strategically placed, distance measured out properly. She wasn't always the one for meticulous detail, but this job required some care.

"Shift change?"

"Yeah, boss wants you up top," Thena muttered from within the uniform she'd stolen. She walked past them, thanking them for their utter idiocy allowing her to slip past her first checkmark.

Her Gil: he was in some boiler room repurposed to be a holding cell. They had him strung up to some pipe in the ceiling, hoping to exhaust him.

Thena smiled; Gilgamesh could fall asleep anywhere if he was tired enough. He was a heavy sleeper, too. They were nowhere near cracking him.

It was a quick trip down to the fourth sub-level, fifteen guards dispatched, charges placed, security cameras disabled. Thena was particularly adept at travelling by vent, with her light bones and slim build. And every building needed air, allowing her the opening. Gil always said that she secretly liked crawling around like a lizard.

Thena dropped into his boiler room, catching the vent cover before it could fall and swinging down herself. She smiled; Gil was asleep, hanging awkwardly by his handcuffs with his legs half-holding him up, half bent. She walked over to him, immediately wrapping her arms around him to hold him up as she worked on his binds.

Gil woke gently with a soft inhale. He smiled against her hair. "Hey."

"Hey," Thena smiled just at the sound of his voice.

"I was wondering when you were coming," he sighed, leaning against her as she lowered his arms slowly, letting his arms recover what they could for circulation. She braced herself, holding his weight as she brought him down against her shoulder. "Figured they'd given up on me."

Thena had nothing at all to say about their traitorous bosses. They were all but next on her hit-list for leaving Gilgamesh to suffer like this. And if they did not grovel at her feet for forgiveness - Gil would forgive them easy, it was her they should worry about - then she would be sneaking into their vents next.

Gil looked at her, blinking as well as he could with his dry, swollen black eye.

She ran a finger against it lightly. "What have they been doing to you?"

"Ah, nothing I can't handle," he chuckled, and she could immediately tell some of his ribs were broken.

Gil went quiet as she pressed a kiss to his cheek. They held like that for a few seconds before she pulled back. He blinked at her a few times before grinning. "Y'know, if I get one of those every time I'm captured, I'll consider being less good at my job."

Thena rolled her eyes, just for him, before standing again. She undid the maintenance suit she'd used to sneak in and let it slide off the shimmering micromesh suit she wore for all her missions. It was an odd choice for it to be so bright in colour, but it matched the rest of her pale countenance. Her codename was Ghost, after all. "We're going out the front."

Gil puffed out another laugh and pulled himself to stand as slowly as he could bear. "I guess I don't have to worry about running into any of those guys out there, then?"

"For the most part, no," Thena answered smoothly, fiddling with her cuffs. She looked at him sharply. "Which ones did this to you?"

"Thena-"

"Which ones."

He sighed, knowing she'd find out either way. "Big ones, dark hair and lip scar, and dark blond with mismatched ear shapes."

She ran through the faces she'd already disposed of: she had already dealt with those two. But if she knew they were the ones doing this to her Gil she would have had a little more fun.

"Just them?"

"One is a young guy, brought me some extra bread, let him walk."

"He's still working here, Gil. He still-"

"I know," he cut her off, coming up beside her and knowing that she would let him lean on her instead of continuing her bloodbath. "So let him tell the rest that picking me up was a real mistake."

Thena sighed, adjusting him against her shoulder as she started the slow walk back with him. "Fine, but only because you're fond of him."

Gil had to walk at a dangerously slow pace. He knew that the security would be cleared, and that the cameras would have all been disabled before Thena's feet ever touched the floor. But he still looked around them anxiously. "You know what they say about one-man extricating."

"I am neither one, nor a man."

"I guess you're right." Thena leaned him against the wall as two came around the corner. She was deadly as always, walking right to them. Guns didn't even make it halfway up before she had both their arms in hand and was twisting them around at the elbow. The blinding pain always served as distraction enough for Thena to pull her signature blades out from being strapped against her thighs.

No one would ever know those thighs were surprisingly pleasant to lie on, like when he would doze off during the intel prep for a mission and she would let him sleep on her like a cat.

Thena came back for him as if she were propping a door open for him to unload groceries. She pulled him up again, "think you can do stairs?"

"Gonna say no."

"Grappling it is."

"So romantic."

Thena laughed, and he watched it happen in slow motion, savouring the beautiful sight. He was beginning to worry how long it would be until he got to see it again. "You always plan the best dates."

Maybe they were due for a real one, he thought. But he would have to bring it up at a more opportune time.

Thena pushed them into the stairwell, where she'd left escape plan number two out of seven. They had to be prepared for anything in their line of work.

"Stop right there!"

Thena and Gil looked over at the squeaky interruption. She looked at Gil, "is that him?"

"Yep," he nodded, holding his ribs as she hooked up his harness first and foremost. "He's a good kid."

Thena acted put out by the mercy of it all yet again and walked over to the young man as if she were a teacher having to discipline a teenager. His shaking hands got the gun up and aimed and all she did was tilt her head out of its way and take it from him. She emptied it in seconds, her lithe fingers making fine work of it until his magazine clattered to the floor. "That's enough of that."

Gil laughed at the look on the kid's face.

"I suggest you make it out of the building as quickly as possible," Thena glared down at him as he trembled. "You have seven minutes. And tell whomever you would like that The Ghost will haunt any facility needed if you ever lay a hand on him again."

The kid looked at Gilgamesh with a dropped jaw, but he just waved back with a smile.

"Now go," she pointed, sending him on his way. He shot out of the stair well. Thena shut the door behind him and added a little something to help the metal seal itself together. "I do hope he knows when I say seven minutes--I mean seven minutes."

"C-4?"

"I am not a barbarian, Gilgamesh," she scoffed as she hooked up her harness, sealed together with him. "Phastos' concoctions are much more effective. There is also poison vapour in the vents set to release at the same mark."

"You're so sexy when you're vengeful."

"Then you'll love seeing me tear the bosses a new one when we get back."

"I think I will."

Gil let his head rest against hers as she pulled the release and they began their ascent up the stairwell, in the middle of the railing around them. "I knew you'd come."

"Of course I would," she said just as softly, letting her fingers slide into the hair on the back of his head. They didn't always get the time to be soft like this, but Gilgamesh always had a way of drawing it out of her. It was one of the many things she absolutely loved about him.

Gil just buried his nose in her hair. She was soft as sunshine with him. But he knew she was still going to burn the place to the ground in their wake. He would do the same if she had been captured in enemy territory. "Can you wait to do it until I've had a little rest?"

"How long do you want? I'm rather eager to terrorise our bosses."

"I'll see how I feel after the drive back."

Thena released both of them at the top of the stairs, moving slowly for Gilgamesh's sake. "You can sleep all you like. Druig is picking us up."

"Oh good, he's nice," Gil mumbled, feeling the adrenaline of seeing her again leave him and give way to heavy fatigue. His body knew it was safe again - with her - and was calling him to let it rest. "Will you be in the back with me?"

"If you want me to," she said sweetly, even as she started coordinating the explosives that were going to collapse every sub-basement in the building.

"Hold my head on your lap?" he used his good eye to give her that sad puppy look he knew would work on her.

Thena sighed, blowing each of the stairwells first. They could feel the vibrations in their feet as they walked out much more calmly. "Only because you're hurt. You're not going to make a habit of this."

"Yes, dear," Gil chuckled, hobbling out with Thena by his side.

Neither looked behind them as the building sunk into the ground in a mess of stone and fire and explosions. Thena's hair blew around as she looked ahead of them, staying vigilant so he wouldn't have to. She looked beautiful.

She smiled, "come on, let's get you home."

He had said it out loud.

#Thenamesh AU #Thank you so much!#It's so sweet of you to say #and I love this idea!#and Thena and Gilgamesh as partners #in any way shape or form #yes please #spy partners #dance partners #law partners #she would never let anyone say or do anything to him #and then he has to be the people person #because that's the dynamic #Someone will die #OF FUN!#Thenamesh Spy AU

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catmask · 5 months

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the 'all marriage is gay as far as im concerned' except its me watching a man and woman character in a show i like and accidentally saying 'theyre so gay' because i literally forget thats not the word for romance because to me all romance is gay

#normally i find the way m/f pairings are written to be really frustrating #not because its like 'i hate straight people' or whatever i literally just want them to actually like each other and communicate #or have an interesting enough dynamic i can stay invested #also i am bisexual and m/f pairings can be nice. but liek they actually have to Be Nice and like eachother or be funny at the very least #txt #scratchpost

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redysetdare · 3 months

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Sometimes...characters being in a romantic relationship is worse.

#text #sometimes it's the most boring way to have characters interact #sometimes it's worse than the chemistry they have as literally any other kind of relationship #sometimes their platonic dynamic is better #sometimes their hostile dynamic is better #sometimes their dynamic is better if it's anything other than romance #because maybe them falling into generic romance is how you ruin their characters.#aro #aromantic #aroace #i only tag these because it feels relevant to why i feel this way

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inkoutsidethelines · 1 year

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Thinking about how I would write an adult Scooby-Doo series, because I think it can be done.

The first thing I’d do is make the characters actually be adults. Still young, but adults, in the mid to late 20s range. Mystery Inc. is a private detective type business that they run together. In this universe, the supernatural/ghosts/etc are real, but not necessarily common, so when they take on a case, the culprit might be a person disguised as a monster, or it might actually be a real ghost. The stakes can be higher; sometimes a bad guy is legitimately trying to kill them. Sometimes the mystery they’re trying to solve is a murder. Sometimes they actually get hurt on their cases.

Fred: the core of Fred’s character should be that he’s incredibly kind. Like, give a stranger the shirt off his back kind. The “Fred can’t talk to potential clients because he might take a case for free and we need to eat” kind. He’s an honest and good person and sometimes gets himself into trouble because he assumes other people are too. While he’s not very good at reading people or noticing ulterior motives, he’s brilliant when it comes to mechanical or engineering type stuff, so he’s the one who keeps the mystery machine running, builds their gadgets, and of course, designs the traps.

Daphne: she comes from old money, and her parents absolutely despise her life choices, to the point where they haven’t officially disowned her, but they have basically cut her off, so she doesn’t actually have access to any family money. Growing up wealthy has granted her a variety of skills, including speaking multiple languages, horseback riding, and fencing. She’s very into fashion and jewelry (even if she can’t afford it anymore) and has extensive knowledge of both that can occasionally provide a vital clue in a case. And even though her parents have cut her off, Daphne still has a wide network of contacts she can ask for favors sometimes, because she’s personable, and people tend to like her. Daphne is also very emotionally intelligent, and is usually the one who can spot when someone is lying to them.

Side note - I ship Fred and Daphne, so I think I would start them off as an established couple for this universe. Dating, engaged, married, I don’t care. They are stupidly in love, ride or die for each other. There’s no will they, won’t they, no worries about cheating. They are in a healthy, happy, loving relationship, and no one (not even Daphne’s disapproving parents) are going to mess that up for them.

Velma: she is the forensics nerd who sometimes gets super excited about the wrong thing at the wrong time (”He was mummified in seconds? That’s so cool!” “Velma! His wife is standing right there!” “Oh. Sorry.”). She’s not purposely insensitive, she just gets laser focused on her work and forgets to filter herself sometimes. She’s also the one who can get so fixated on solving whatever mystery they’re working on, she’s willing to bend or maybe break laws. Is breaking and entering really so bad? Not if it gets them answers.

Shaggy: he is still the comic relief, but he’s the comic relief by being the only person in the group that actually has common sense. He manages the business’s finances, he’s the only one who knows how to cook, and the others tease him for being a coward sometimes, but Shaggy maintains that if a ghost with an axe is coming for you, running is the only sensible option. He should also have a range of random knowledge that sounds useless, but sometimes saves the day (ex ventriloquism, origami, the history of spoons, etc).

Scooby: as this is a universe where supernatural creatures exist, Scooby is an ancient eldritch type being that took a shine to Shaggy when he was a kid, and took the form of a talking dog to befriend and hang out with him. Aside from the talking dog bit and not aging, he never uses his powers in a way that anyone notices. The audience is not told upfront that Scooby is an ancient eldritch being; it should slowly be hinted at throughout the series so the audience put it together, but the characters never realize it. Scooby genuinely considers Shaggy to be his best friend, and cares about the rest of the gang too.

#ink speaks #scooby doo #i like the vibes of a grown up scooby doo #where they're part of a mystery solving business #it needs to be a monster of the week type deal #so that it can play around with the character dynamics #because i think that's fun #long post

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mumblesplash · 4 months

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i know it’s like years old at this point but i love that one collab mumbo and grian did with tommyinnit bc it’s like the single most concentrated example i’ve seen of mumbo’s Chaos Nullification Powers

you get to see a bit of it on hermitcraft, mostly via his interactions with grian, but until seeing that collab it didn’t really hit me just how completely mumbo can no-sell other people’s attempts to control a situation. tommyinnit is possibly the single shoutiest, most chaotic minecraft youtuber out there, and in most videos i’ve seen he pretty much overwhelms everyone else and sets the tone for interactions because of this. but mumbo just. doesn’t let him. no matter how much tommy escalates in intensity, mumbo reacts with *exactly* the same energy he always does. grian largely comes across in the whole video as annoyed and reluctant to engage with the whole thing, but mumbo’s not even affected. he just rolls with anything he finds funny and basically ignores anything he disapproves of, only seeming more and more unflappable the harder anyone tries to get a rise out of him.

AND imo, this is the key to my favorite interpretation of him as a character

see, when the people around him are being more reasonable/calm, i think mumbo often comes across as anxious and a bit easily overwhelmed. the thing is, his nervous wet cat vibes do not scale. he has one setting. his responses to the last life ‘ah-ha!’ jokes and to hermitcraft 8 starting to crumble to pieces under a falling moon are almost identical.

mumbo jumbo is inexorably and eternally Just Some Guy, but that gets stranger and stranger the weirder his surroundings become. the giggly incredulousness that makes him an easy target for goofy puns looks Very different when it’s also his reaction to the impending end of the world.

#anyway yeah i have this whole idea in my head about mumbo’s friendship with grian from a characterization standpoint #bc i agree with the somewhat? common consensus that being friends with mumbo has made grian softer and friendlier over time #but i don’t think it was in a ‘reflecting back the kindness he’s being shown’ way #i think it’s because the more harsh and chaotic you try to be towards mumbo the more you feel ineffectual and out of control #and grian can’t handle it so he slowly becomes nicer until he feels like they’re on equal footing again #like don’t get me wrong i think they genuinely are good friends #and i don’t think this is necessarily something mumbo is doing on purpose #but i think the power dynamic going on under the surface is much more bizarre and weighted in mumbo’s favor than it seems at first glance #mumbling

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