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dunedragon · 6 months
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Me: Finally picking up Legacy Collection again.
Mega: Whoa! Just where have you been? >:(
Me: WRITING ANGSTY FANFICTION
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You gotta continue the Gladiator AU!! I'm dying to know what's gonna happen next!
Thena shot to her feet as her mother exited the private healing chambers reserved only for the most important of patients. "Is he...?"
Ajak placed a hand - properly scrubbed and rid of blood - on her daughter's shoulder. "He will live."
Thena rushed past her mother, regardless of royal manner and protocol. She crossed what felt like an insurmountable distance between the door to the room and the bed, nearly falling to her knees at the sight of Gilgamesh lying there, breathing.
He was breathing.
Ajak walked in again, following her daughter to deliver more news than simply that he was not deceased. "He is lucky--he's only alive because of how strong he is."
Thena's eyes were already swimming with tears, "oh, Gil."
Ajak kept quiet about the way Thena's hand ran over his cheek and forehead and into his hair. She sighed, "Thena."
"I told you," Thena whispered to him, all but ignoring her mother over her shoulder. "I told you not to fight that monster."
"Speaking of that monster," Ajak spoke just a little louder. She required Thena's attention. "Thena, we must speak with Eros."
Thena swiped at her eyes, taking up her typical stoic expression. "I have nothing to say to that man."
"Thena," Ajak repeated, although Thena went back to leaning over Gilgamesh, watching his take slow but deep breaths. They had sewn his wounds, treated his swelling as best they could. He looked somewhat like his usual self.
"Mother, please," Thena looked up at her, her hand clutching at Gilgamesh's. "What could I possibly have to say to him?"
"He is our guest," Ajak grumbled, just as regretful of that fact as Thena. "We must see him off, especially to tell him that you will not be leaving with him?"
Thena kept her eyes on their Champion of champions. "I knew he would win. But...but what he did for us... "
What he had done for her specifically, rather. What he had done as a humble Fighter in the name of Thena's life and freedom was unparalleled.
Ajak sighed deeply. "I know you do not want to speak with the prince. I do not want to either, Thena. But-"
"What if he wakes?" Thena cut her mother off, which was a punishable act for anyone else. "What if he wakes and he's alone? H-He won't know what happened. Last he woke and thought he lost he nearly leapt to his feet. If he does that this time he will-"
"Thena," Ajak gripped her shoulder, stilling her anxious child's unusually twisted tongue.
"I will not leave him, Mother."
Ajak looked at Thena, the determined line of her eyebrows and the set of her jaw. She looked down at her hand in Gilgamesh's, their fingers woven together like trees meeting over a walkway and reaching for each other's branches for support.
"I will commit no other treason in my life," Thena promised, turning around again now that her peace was said. She used her free hand to smooth over Gil's blankets. "If you allow me this one solace, I shall do anything you ask of me for the rest of my days."
What a steep price for such a small request.
Ajak regarded Thena, perched at the gladiator's side. It was different from even the last time she had found her so. And something she had seen only drops of before was now thundering in her ears. "I have no more asks to demand, I think now, my dear."
Thena regarded her mother as she stood at the head of the bed, also sparing their Champion a warm glance.
"The condition of his victory," Ajak elaborated, gesturing to the man unconsciously being showered with Thena's attentions. "It was not for your marriage to another party, but that the choice be left up to you. All my efforts to find you suitors these years will be no longer."
Thena visibly considered it just as the words were hitting the air.
"Have you?" Ajak prodded lightly, tilting her head to catch any shift in Thena's reaction as she looked at Gilgamesh again. "Thought about it?"
"No," she answered automatically. And in truth, she had never considered her own marriage in real terms--not until it became very, very real to her over the past weeks. She sighed, her shoulders sinking low, "no, I haven't."
Ajak caught the way Thena's other hand was also taken in by the siren call of Gil's hand lying on the bed. She could say whatever she liked, but her hands holding his the way she would treasure the gift of life itself said more than enough. "I will see off the prince."
Thena looked up at her, "truly?"
"Yes, you stay with Gilgamesh," Ajak conceded, with the same smile any mother got when allowing their child something out of sheer love of their happiness. "Like you say, we can't have him worsening his condition if he wakes alone."
"Thank you, Mother," Thena blinked, tears rising in her eyes again. She did not even wipe them away this time, blinking rapidly until the tears were caught in her eyelashes.
"Hm," Ajak hummed with an affectionate hand to Thena's shoulder on her way past. "Perhaps this is for the best. I will not have to endure him looking at you the way a teen looks at his first brothel."
Thena wasn't even listening.
Ajak sighed again. "Alert the guards when he wakes. They will fetch me."
"Yes," Thena mumbled, barely paying her mind as Gil's breath hitched in his sleep. She rose only to rub his chest and adjust his pillow, soothing his discomfort. "I shall."
Ajak smiled on her way to see off their most unwelcome guest. She would have to wait some time, she imagined, but she was quite sure that Thena's decision to marry would come sooner than she could have hoped.
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mollis-collective · 2 years
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So trying digital drawing for the first time, and decided to try just a lil good boy Bart <3
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taffywabbit · 5 months
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they should invent a new type of "staying in bed for 2-3 hours after you wake up repeatedly opening and closing apps on your phone" where it makes you feel awesome and energized and emotionally fulfilled
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crabussy · 1 year
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hey. don’t cry. crush four cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and pasta of your choice ok?
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lilimravengard · 1 month
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ratt-teeth · 4 months
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my grandma sent me a picture of my dog with his new xmas present and i need a fucking inhaler LOOK AT HIM
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oh to feel a fraction of the unbridled joy he is experiencing
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dat-soldier · 3 months
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working class
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big-armed-mar · 3 months
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If something like this doesn’t happen in regards to the egg bois I’m not gonna be happy
Edit: changed the watermark
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froody · 4 months
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cis people will say “I found out I’m having a baby girl at my anatomy scan and I’m experiencing gender disappointment” but be mad when you say “who knows? maybe you’ll end up with a son anyway”
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ysolt · 8 months
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uh-oh looks like you got hit by THE ELF WIZARD!!!!!!!1!!!
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pizzacast · 5 months
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Studio Ghibi kids when they encounter a magical guide or animal: wow, amazing! I’m going to follow it and trust it.
Mahito with the heron:
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bulkhummus · 6 months
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first you have to remember that the first disco ball was painstakingly put together by hand from nothing but an idea and lots of intricately cut glass and bandaids and then you have to think about the experience of being under a disco ball for the very first time, bathed in reflections of an era that has not yet come to past, and finally you end up wondering what else there is around you that has yet to be unearthed by something with so much as a silly name
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leiandroid · 2 months
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"free palestine," he shouted until his last breath. aaron bushnell, we will never forget you.
as much as bushnell's actions has moved us all, please seek other ways to take actionable measures against the injustices we face in the world. none of us wanted him gone, and the least we can do is prevent another such tragedy by supporting each other in our efforts to enact lasting change.
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somanypolls · 14 days
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artkaninchenbau · 3 months
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Crocodile finds a strange stray cat an 11-year old Nico Robin (AU where they met 13 years earlier. Robin's been on the run from the World Government for 3 years. Crocodile's 27 and has not set up base in Alabasta yet)
It seems like I have become possessed. By some sort of demon.
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Bonus:
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