percival never cared much for gods. divine deities that people blindly placed faith in through every day life and strife, who they would pray to when times grew dark for them. his fellow human’s blind faith in something that he cannot comprehend and simply does not make intellectual sense to him never fails to make him laugh.
and so percy buries himself in his books. if people wanted to follow something blindly, let them. it wasn’t his job to judge.
I cant believe Igot7’s are trying to drag Taeyong and Winwin into their arguments to justify Jackson. NO. The fandom didn’t accept that they were taking part in cultural appropriate at all, almost EVERYONE expressed their disappointment and luckily the hair styles were changed early on in limitless promotions but I saw nobody trying to say it was okay unlike almost every Got7 fan I’ve seen.
And another point is not only are fans justifying Jackson but Jackson himself laughed at fans trying to educate him. So don’t drag our boys because your fave is acting like a dick.
Just imagine the Chocobros passing at the end of the final battle…
Dawn arises for the first time in ten years. Former citizens of
Lucis, Accordo, and even Niflheim run out into the streets and out on the clear
roads open fields to rejoice in the first light. Hunters finally dismantle their
bases of operation against daemon hoards to focus on rebuilding their hometowns
and to establish new homes for the survivors in Lestallum. Several days pass and
yet no one hears anything from the King and his Crownsguards. Rumor got around
that maybe the King has already started rebuilding Insomnia.
A group of hunters braves the stillness and underlying feeling
of dread the fallen city of Insomnia emits. No one wanted to be even near the
city before the world’s end and sure as hell no one wanted to be near it when
the world went to shit. With the daemons gone and rumors of the King finally
taking back his throne, the hunters and former refugees of Insomnia are more
than ready to come back home.
Imagine Iris Amicitia, the
Daemon Slayer, arriving at the Citadel a few days after first break of dawn. Imagine
returning to your hometown after fleeing as a young woman, now returning as one
of the most respected hunter and leader among your peers. Imagine leading the
first group of people to step foot into their hometown for the first time in a
decade. The city is still and the quiet is deafening. Debris everywhere from
the destruction of the city and from the recent battles. The streets leading to
the Citadel charred from the battle with the Infernian.
Imagine Iris walking up to
the steps of the Citadel. Photos scattered everywhere, all of them were
obviously from Prompto since she’s seen him look through these photos during
his down time, or whenever he’s too injured to fight. However, Prompto is
nowhere in sight, and there was no way in hell he would have left these just
Imagine Iris finding Ignis’s
book of recipies just by the front lobby, its writer nowhere in the room. She
remembers those first few years in Lestallum as she read each recipe out loud
for Ignis as he re-learns how to be himself again.
Imagine Iris Amicitia finding
her brother’s body at the steps of the King’s throne. He’s placed at the foot
of the throne where Noctis’ body sat pinned with his father’s sword. Alongside
her brother are Ignis’ and Prompto’s bodies, it was pretty obvious that someone
had moved their bodies to place them by their King who they swore to protect.
Whoever it was will forever be a mystery.
By her brother’s side was a
sword she’d seen him carry around. She’s heard the story straight from Cor the
Immortal about how her brother earned the sword after challenging some ancient
spirit that Cor, himself, had lost to.
Imagine Iris Amicitia
inheriting the Genji Blade from her brother; a piece of his legacy as the King’s
Shield, now hers to carry on as the Sword and Shield of their new world.
Imagine Iris keeping Ignis’ book of recipes as a memento of the various places
they once visited. Imagine Iris keeping Prompto’s photos as a remembrance of
the people she had grown up with during a time now long gone…
Just…Imagine Iris Amicitia at
the start of the new world, as she walks away from the people she loved. With
only mementos of a time when they were all happy, with only their possessions
to remember them by…Into a new world she inherited from the men she cared for
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For the anon who asked if I could write them some fluffy Destiel that somehow incorporated The Great Gatsby. [read on AO3]
The first time Cas sees Dean
Winchester’s name it’s on the receipt for an online order. One double steak
burrito with extra cheese, pinto beans and just a drizzle of hot salsa. He
works almost on autopilot, scooping out the correct portion sizes and trying to
keep his eyes away from the line, which nearly wraps around the drink station. It’s
always stressful to work on online orders when the customers in the store are
getting impatient. Cas rolls the burrito deftly and he’s about to deposit it into
a bag when he notices the special instruction section of the receipt.
SPECIAL INSTRUCTIONS: DRAW ME
SOMETHING THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY.
Cas does a double take at the
words. Usually people abuse that section of the order form to ask for extra guacamole
or meat because the system won’t charge them automatically. Occasionally he
sees someone request light cheese or beans as a side so their burrito doesn’t
get soggy, but he’s never, in his four months working here, seen someone ask
He glances up again and sure
enough, the line is still growing. He sees girls shifting uncomfortably in
their high heels, dressed to the nines in short sequined dresses. He can
actually smell the alcohol wafting off most of the people in the store and, for
the millionth time, he regrets agreeing to work the Friday closing shift. He
doesn’t know why he reaches for the marker, he’s way too busy to be dealing
with this shit, they’re completely understaffed and the unwashed masses are
murmuring unhappily but Cas sets to work anyway.
He pauses, the tip of his Sharpie
just barely hovering over the foil wrapping as he contemplates what to draw. It’s
a split second decision to go with the bumblebee, but he doesn’t regret it
until he starts sketching it out. The curvature of the burrito makes the
drawing difficult and when he’s finished he’s only pretty sure it looks like a bee, so he draws an arrow to it and
helpfully writes ‘bee’, just in case there is confusion. As an afterthought he
adds a little speech bubble coming from the bee that says ‘Enjoy your food!’.
Castiel glances at the name on the
receipt again and finds himself wondering if Dean Winchester likes bees.
The first time Cas hears Dean’s voice,
it’s just laughter. He isn’t even on the assembly line at the time but his
friend Balthazar is working the cash register and calls him up from the back.
“It seems this is for you,” Balthazar hands him an online receipt
with a smirk and Castiel furrows his brows in concern. They’ve got another
order from Dean Winchester. It’s the same ingredients, but this time he’s
ordered a burrito bowl. Cas’s eyes immediately flick to the instructions.
SPECIAL INSTRUCTIONS: I LIKED THE BEE. VERY CUTE. BUT CAN
YOU TELL ME A JOKE?
Cas doesn’t know why he’s fighting a smile, he knows nothing
about this person. Well alright, he knows they appreciate his, ahem, artwork…if it can even be called that. And
of course, he knows that Dean has nothing better to do with his Friday and
Saturday nights than order almost the same food online. Then again, Cas has
nothing better to do than be at work, and he’s pretty sure there’s something
there about people in glass houses and stones…
( ooc. ) welp, i guess i was wrong ! brandenburg had a run-in with teuton earlier than i thought and i doubt this incident left a very good impression on him. and apparently prussia’s been stealing territories since infancy. also tags @kwiecista because i thought you’d find this interesting~