5/6 for andreil pls!! You can combine or do them separately whatever floats ur boat <3
5: “Please don’t do this” (I’m doing them separately im weak, #6 should be out tmrw! also… a phrase with ‘please’ in it.. I’m using up all my dreaming/drunk/dying scenarios)
It’s common knowledge among foxes that waking Andrew is Neil’s job, unless you want to get a fist to the solar plexus. But it’s also true that Andrew is the only one who can extract Neil from his nightmares without scaring him back into the trunk of a car or an evermore bed.
It’s one of the “fun facts” for fox survival that Nicky recites to newcomers: don’t touch Neil when he’s sleeping unless you want to feel like you’ve just kicked a puppy. Don’t touch Andrew under any circumstances if you like your fingers attached to your hands. When in doubt, get whichever one is awake and let them do their voodoo. If they’re both asleep at the same time, you’re fucked. Take pictures.
Andrew never bothers to correct him. There’s nothing to correct, if Andrew’s being honest (and he always is).
Quietly learning to wake each other is the result of bruising trial and error, a hard-won trust that grew like moss over ruins.
It’s still almost impossible, sometimes. Most of the time. Approaching Neil when he’s whimpering and protecting his face with his hands makes Andrew feel even more like a monster than usual.
Neil whispered to him on the bus once that the split second of disorientation in Andrew’s eyes when he wakes makes Neil scared for him.
Andrew starts to recognize the sheepish look of foxes who need to ask their vice-captain something while his head is lolling around Andrew’s shoulder. He almost always wakes him, it’s a clear subclause in his ‘keep Neil out of harms way’ contract, and Andrew’s dutiful when it comes to deals.
There’s a knock on the door at half past three on a Monday morning, and Andrew startles awake in an empty room. He stews in slow annoyance as the front door opens and closes, muffled voices tripping into the bedroom. He gropes for the light switch in the dark, and Kevin flips it on for him, toothbrush sticking out of his mouth, eyebrows shaking hands across the stretch of his forehead.
They have a brief staring contest and then Matt clears his throat from behind them, knocking awkwardly on the door frame.
Andrew looks at him blearily. He’s conscious of Matt’s eyes tracking his hair sticking out sideways, one of Neil’s soft nondescript shirts slouching on his chest.
“We need your expertise,” Matt says, grimacing. Andrew turns to retreat to his bed, unimpressed, but Matt huffs. “Neil’s having a nightmare. He fell asleep in our room.”
“He’s freaking out,” Matt continues, soft. He makes eye contact with a wild edge that says he’s refusing to let the blankness in Andrew’s gaze phase him.
Andrew pushes past Matt like he’s rolling his sleeves up, breaking out into the strangeness of the dorm at night.
The door to the neighbouring room is open and Aaron’s standing just inside, arms crossed.
“He woke me up,” he says cooly as Andrew passes.
“Jesus weeps,” Matt snarks, hot on Andrew’s heels. He’s looking beyond the twins to where Neil is curled on the floor, trembling. Matt’s face pinches with concern. Dan’s sitting on the couch by Neil’s head in a jersey and bare legs, looking like she’s trying to help just by being nearby. The room has the suddenly bright feeling of a fire alarm going off at night, minds alert inside sleep dulled bodies.
A plethora of Obi-Wan/Satine historical AU portraits!
(if I’m going to draw them repeatedly anyway, might as well involve some historical costuming practice while I’m at it, right?)
From the top:
Medieval AU (~12th century) - He’s a Templar, she’s a princess who opposes the Crusades. Given the eventual fate of the Knights Templar, this thing writes itself, right?
Musketeers AU (1630s) - Swashbuckling, courtly intrigue, seems legit.
Napoleonic Wars AU (early 1800s) - French aristocrat and British officer - he helped her escape France during the Revolution, now the war with Bonaparte is keeping them apart.
Victorian AU (turn of the 19th century) - He’s a philosophy professor, she’s a wealthy suffragette (this one might not be totally angsty as long as absolutely no one has tuberculosis).
WWII espionage AU (1940s) - CYOA if the cassock is a disguise or if he’s actually a priest for maximum angst and forbidden love. (Not sure if she’s holding forged papers or code books - basically, spies.)
Out of all the 00 cyborgs, 007 has the single best superpower. It’s downplayed because he’s a comic relief character and messes up a lot, but his superpower is still the best.
Through shapeshifting GB has access to Jet, Geronimo and Pyunma’s primary abilities - excluding Jet’s accelerator, of course - and is additionally capable of tunneling as efficiently as Chang. This has been demonstrated in the original canon. Aside from that it’s excellent for infiltration and camouflage, as well as several different battlefield applications.
This has been my opinion for some time, but as of Call of Justice, GB’s skillset has only gotten more useful:
I believe this is the first series that asserts that unlike every other member of the group, GB is not actually part machine (which would technically make him not a cyborg but whatever) rendering him immune to weapons specifically designed to affect machines.
Additionally, going beyond simple camouflage, he is now evidently capable of passing through solid matter. He even enters a locked room through the wall at one point (despite being helplessly trapped in a different locked room earlier, because Call of Justice is not very well written).
Just imagine what it would be like if Joe had this power instead. He’s already the most capable cyborg though his superpower is arguably the least versatile (not to mention least unique, since Jet has acceleration and flight). If he had GB’s ability, he wouldn’t even need the rest of the team.