It just occurred
to me that the state of Yondu’s teeth could be a direct consequence of him
being a slave for so many years.
Nobody cared if his teeth were bad or needed to
be straightened or taken care of in any way.
I don’t think there are dentists or something even slightly similar for battle
slaves. Perhaps his teeth even looked worse before Stakar got him out, blunt
and uneven and with holes in them. For example the silver and gold-caps are
both a way of fixing something that can’t be fixed completely and, just from
the looks of it, stem at leas partly from Yondu’s love for shiny things (there are
decorations on at least one golden tooth), so they are surely from after Yondu was freed.
also be an explanation why Peter, despite growing up with the Ravagers who don’t
really have the best of the best dental hygiene, still has such straight white
teeth. They had the options and the means to take care of their Terran’s teeth.
Peter even had braces at one point,
because Yondu would let hell freeze over before he let his Terran’s teeth get
as bad as his.
And now I
just picture Kraglin laughing his ass off when he sees the braces for the first
time, because he surely didn’t have those himself at any point of time and Peter just looks way to funny with his sulking expression and the snarl that presents the braces even better.
bites him in retaliation, taking advantage of the fact that Kraglin’s hand was
still near his mouth. Yondu cuffs both of them over the head before they can get
into a real brawl, but he does let
Kraglin get a kick to Peter’s shin in first. Fair’s fair, even for Ravagers…
When people watch Logan and discover the attractiveness of Boyd Holbrook for the first time
And to those worrying about your type being a villain with a cyborg hand, yellow shades, golden tooth and Southern accent, don’t worry, it’s not that you’re attracted to Donald Pierce, you’re attracted to Boyd. I know this ‘cause I saw him first in Hatfields & McCoys and he convinced me that my type was a lanky hillbilly shooting guns with a white eye.
After losing his children, his family, he couldn’t lose you. However, leaving with you also meant angering an already testy Queen. Cersei had turned vile with her new found power; her heart tormented by the same loss that plagued Jaime himself. Whatever path he chose lead to danger; but whatever path he chose also shone with the hope of possible love.
The halls of the Red Keep had become all too familiar to Jaime’s eyes. He longed to ride West, with you beside him, and pay a visit to Casterly Rock. After all that had happened, Jaime thought he deserved a rest from the horrid politics of King’s Landing. Let Qyburn aid his sister in the trying times to come while he returned home.
Jaime’s desire to go home was soon replaced by a different want. He looked up at The Mountain, who stood outside Cersei’s door. From the open spots for his field of vision, the pale purple skin surrounding the late Gregor’s blood shot eyes was visible. Under the creature’s gaze, Jaime tried his best to seem unintimidated.
“I wish to see my sister,” Jaime said strongly. Silently, The Mountain moved away from the door and let Jaime push through. As he glanced around the room, Jaime saw no sign of his beloved sister anywhere. Papers were scattered on her desk; letters and pleads alike. Jaime looked over his shoulder briefly, his eyes landing on The Mountain, who loomed in the doorway.
Turning away from the desk, Jaime walked out towards the balcony. He stood in the entrance when he saw his sister looking out to where the Great Sept of Baelor once stood. A chill ran down his spine at Cersei’s reflective silence. Burn them all, the Mad King had said. His long lasting order had finally come to fruition.
“All of our enemies,” she whispered, “gone in one spark.” Jaime shook his head and Cersei turned to face him. Her green eyes were serious, yet joyful all at once. “The Targaryen girl will fall. She is young and foolish. As mad as her father if she thinks she can walked into a lion’s den unscathed.” Jaime smiled at his sister’s ferocity, but knew that The Last Dragon still posed a threat to Cersei’s new found power.
“She has the backing of House Tyrell and the whole of Dorne. Does that not frighten you in the least?” Cersei stiffened at his words, holding her chin high. Jaime looked her dead in the eye, waiting for her answer. A simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ would tell him more than a lengthy conversation. His sister’s eyes narrowed at him, as if challenging him.
“They are no threat to us,” she said coldly. Jaime’s blood ran cold. Cersei without fear was perhaps more dangerous than when she was cornered. It was the Mad King, the man Jaime killed, that feared nothing. That fought and killed without thought of the price.
“No threat to you,” Jaime corrected. “What of the North, the Stark bastard doesn’t frighten you?” Cersei stepped towards him, her face a mere inches from his own. Jaime clenched his jaw, fighting against the closeness.
“All the Knights in the Vale don’t scare me,” Cersei hissed. “For I am the Queen of The Seven Kingdoms. I have nothing to fear.” She leaned closer, reaching a hand up to trace his jaw. Before she could place her lips on his, Jaime backed away.
“A ruler that acts without fear is no leader at all. Aerys feared only the voices in his head.” Cersei’s gaze enflamed at his words. Jaime had only seen such angry in her eyes when Tyrion was on trial for Joffrey’s murder and when he aided in his little brother’s escape. Her hate had turned her inside out and dressed her in darkness.
“How dare you speak to your Queen, your sister, like that.” Jaime frowned but didn’t move any further. Silence fell over them, neither of them wavering.
“How dare you speak to Y/N as you did,” Jaime countered. “She has been loyal to our family for ages. She mourned our children at our your sides, mourned our father. Despite it all, you treat her like she’s nothing to us.”
“She’s nothing to me,” Cersei seethed, “it is you she cared for, not I.” Jaime let out a breath, knowing Cersei’s words were true. Y/N tolerated his sister, cared for her only to make things easier for herself; not a true friend. Cersei hardly ever had any friends, even as a child.
“She is a trusted ally, nonetheless,” Jaime responded. “To make sure it stays that way, I will be accompanying her to the Westerlands.” Cersei’s nostrils flared with rage at his words; and for the first time, Jaime took pride in her fury.
“Go then,” Cersei spat, ‘go and wed her at Casterly Rock. Bed her and make heirs with a vassal house girl.” Jaime felt his blood boil at her words towards you. He turned away, taking long a long stride towards the door before Cersei called out.
“If you have any love for me, any love for our lost children, you will stay in King’s Landing at my side.” Jaime stopped and turned to glance over his shoulder. His eyes locked with his sister, but he didn’t see the woman he loved. She would be nearing the gates of King’s Landing by now; he had to go if he were to make it in time.
“I loved my children,” Jaime said sadly, “my greatest wish was to be a father to them. But you, and your thirst for power, doomed them before I had the chance.” Cersei swallowed hard, but Jaime continued. “My love for you faded when you murdered the people I was sworn to protect. You killed our son’s wife and he died due to grief. Your hands are just as bloody as my own.” With that, Jaime stormed out of Cersei’s room and down the hall. His gold, Lannister armor clinking as he left Cersei in her dark gown; the desire to be hers fading from his heart.
You gently patted your horse’s neck, it’s soft fur hiding the strong muscle underneath. A few smallfolk filled your cart with armor and swords, for the ranks of men in the West. While this trip was a supply run, it doubled as a diplomatic mission to deal with House Lefford. The Golden Tooth castle was home to the unruly house; they often quarreled with House Lannister despite being under the lion’s boot. The Riverlords still held a fighting spirit.
“She’s a fine beast,” you turned your head and your heart skipped a beat. Jaime stood before you, his head cocked to the side with a soft smile on his features. Your thoughts of the ordeal at hand passed when you met his eyes. You walked up to him, looking up at him earnestly. “I hope that there is some way you can forgive all the times I looked over you. I wanted to tell you that I-”
You silenced him by wrapping your arms around his neck. His arms found a resting place around your waist, holding you close to his larger frame. Jaime buried his face in the crook of your neck, closing his eyes. After a long minute, your arms fell and your hands held the back of his neck. Jaime moved, leaning back to stare into your face.
“I have loved you for years, Jaime,” you whispered. “There is nothing to forgive, nothing at all.” The corner of Jaime’s mouth quirked upwards at your words. “I shouldn’t have made you choose, that was wrong of me.” you had more to say, things you wanted to make clear, but now it was your turn to be silenced. Jaime’s arms tightened around your waist, pulling your body flush against his own. His left hand moved up to your face, his palm brushing against your cheek. The tenderness in his warm touch made you melt.
“A woman should never apologize for being strong, for being powerful.” You smiled up at him and Jaime’s eyes said it all. He brought your face to his, capturing your lips in his. You hummed into kiss, your eyes shutting instinctively. The kiss was all you had dreamed of, the years of imagining what it would be like did not do it justice.
When he parted from your lips, you longed to return back to that moment; but Jaime seemed to have other ideas. He moved his hand back from your face to your middle and lifted you onto your horse. You smiled down at him as rested his hand against your hip.
“We have a long ride ahead us, my lady. We should be going.” You frowned, wishing to kiss him once more but you were high up to reach him. Jaime seemed to note this and grabbed your hand. “Once we reach Casterly Rock, there will be more time for that.”
“Yes there shall.” Jaime grinned at you, bringing your hand to his lips. He pressed a kiss to the back of it, a lingering kiss. When he pulled away, there was a hopeful glint in his eyes.
“And as the Lord of Casterly Rock, I will need a true Lady. Perhaps there will be time for a wedding as well.” You felt heat climb to your cheeks, blushing a deep red. “Would that please you, prove it to you?”
“It would, ser Jaime,” you teased. “Yet, don’t think for a moment I’ll surrender to being simply your wife.” Jaime shook his head with a grin on his lips.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, my darling.” Jaime walked over to his dark stallion, hopping on it’s back. He knead it gently and the horse rode up next to yours. “You join the ranks of the mighty Lannister women and they will hear your roar.”
You smiled and kicked at your horse, sending it forward. You started after the cart of supplies. Soon, Jaime followed suit, happy to be rid of the Red Keep and the dark memories that still cling to the crimson bricks. He glanced over at you, smiling at you; and if he had ever been happy, it would be in that moment he was happiest.
In combat, he uses “Gaster Blasters”, skull like creatures that shoot a kind of laser beam along with several bone attacks. Sans can use special abilities like Karmic Retribution depending on how much exp his target has accumulated and changing the gravity on souls.
Sans is aware of timelines and the SAVE function, not being able to retain memories of previous loaded timelines he is able to recognize when others are behaving unusually, determining that they already experienced those moments.
Sans feels like he is a fire ready to burst.
☆ Known weaknesses:
Likes: Mustard, jokes(specially dark one’s), his brother (prior to becoming captain of the royal guard)
Personality: He’s usually very serious and goes berserk during battles.He’s aggressive towards others, he is ruthless and brutal, he seems to be too proud to admit his feelings usually keeping to himself or releasing them as insults instead. Previous to his world disappearance he served his brother on the royal guard, usually being pushed to his limits he is seen often sweating a lot because of the stress. He and Chaser!Sans bicker a lot. He believes in the “Kill or Be Killed” motto.
☆ Physical appearance:
Eye color: Red with hints of orange and yellow
Clothes: Sans wears a dark grey and yellow, jacket and pants, the pants have a yellow stripe going from the top until the end of them, the jacket has a beige colored fluff on the arms and on the hoodie.He also wears a dark red shirt and red shoes with white ends and red shoelaces with corn yellow little crossed patterns.
He has a yellow leash with small holes and a golden tooth.
He has 2 red marks under his eyes they appeared suddenly, oddly enough they seem to resemble the marks of elderly from Chaser!Sans.
A few weeks ago I referenced this quote in an earlier post
about Edom: When they arrived in the mirrored city of a destroyed Alicante Alec
tells them Edom’s story (COHF 482-483): “They
didn’t have seraph blades; they hadn’t developed them. It doesn’t look like
they had Iron Sisters or Silent Brothers, either. They had blacksmiths, and they developed some sort of weapon, something they
thought might help them.”