Warframe personalities from how I see them, by my first glance at them.
Heads up, this is a long post. Enjoy~!
Ash: Aloof mofo with a stabbing habit. could rob you of all your money in texas hold ‘em. Too much damn side eye. Kills everyone is the room, then breaks for coffee like nothing happened. Ninja who steals the last slice of cake from the fridge.
Atlas: would kick your ass then be your best bro. is dead inside? somewhat likely but can’t tell anymore. makes shitty jokes. I get he’s a one punch man stone golem, but c’mon, the guy gives pretty good hugs.
Banshee: Resting bitch face, but is sound sensitive so she has a reason. Most likely up to god knows what hours listening to music enjoying synethesia sensations. Knows a thing or two about where to find the best obscure books. Caring protective friend.
Chroma: Moody guy who just wants some fucking peace and quiet. Hoards things like trophies from kills, bet this guy has so many hunting trophies? ffs, his ult is a dragon pelt, might as well be a dragon! Really good at pissing off people without even trying.
Ember: Sassy friend wants all the tea. Best booty to boot. You see that guy over there? He’s on fire. She fucking murdered him with sick comebacks. Don’t get me wrong though, she might like her bacon crispy but she’s a pretty loyal friend. Probably would come get your ass for a revive with intent to raze the fucking field with wildfire.
Equinox: Calm balanced friend??? Has two sides she shows to different people, everyone who talks to her might find something different about her. Likes keeping a lot of houseplants in her room in the dojo. Courteous and polite and gives the best backhanded compliments under a pleasant facade.
Excalibur: Average Joe. Good at a lot but not the best, really doesn’t give his best. Very athletic. rushes through missions impatiently. Might play too many hack’n’slash games in his spare time.
Frost: Stoic, quiet, probably has some thought going on at all times. Reads a lot of mythology from before the orokin era. Procrastinates and stalls for his buddies while holding down the fort. solid person to talk to if you need someone to listen.
Hydroid: The guy has enough mentions about tentacle porn, it’s safe to say he’s hoarding a hentai stash somewhere. or people assume. just a guy who loves the water, could talk for days about fish and where to find all the best seafood restaurants. has had enough people mentioning pirates around him. has a good, hearty laugh.
Inaros: Tired, always fucking tired. Sleep? I’ll sleep when I’m dead. if you can kill me, that is. Mmm. nom. Corpus tastes metallic. Grineer tastes like really bad slimy chicken. I’m not sharing what infested taste like. Shields? What the heck is that? Appreciates old architecture and hoards ayatan statues.
Ivara: Sneaky sneaky~ I got an arrow for just about any job. Just because i am a cyclops doesn’t mean i don’t have depth perception, dumbass. Carefree happy lady, fun to talk to. Makes lots of banter with teammates on missions.
Limbo: Trolls might love this guy, why doesn’t he have a fedora helmet yet? I’ve not seen enough Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure to know what those references mean. He’s a real gentleman, very inquisitive. He’s a scientist? Aw, cool. Prolly spacing out while carousing through the rift, thinking about his next project.
Loki: The Cheeseframe is what people call him. Knows where all the loot is, all the time. Giggling and pulling pranks 24/7. Can do shit effortlessly and stares at his team wondering why the fuck the had to trigger the damn alarm in a mission. Also, hammerhead shark. This guys likes playing card games too.
Mag: In a state of calm and panic at the same time. Doesn’t show much though. Magnetic personality? Could crush your heart in a minute. Has a good taste in interior design, rather good at art deco/ industrial. Has some walls to get through before befriending her, but melts like a marshmellow when ya do.
Mesa: 360 no scope!!! It’s high noon! okay, now that’s out of the way, let’s keep going. Keeps an orderly schedule, off doing solo missions all the time. Loves a good movie, could talk about her favorite film for hours. Deserts are dry? So is her humor. Would shoot you without even thinking.
Mirage: You thought Loki’s pranks were bad? At least her enemies get these night mare shows and not you.
This chick loves horror films, special effects make up and disco.
Pretty good at good at lighting up the room and your smile. She really just wants a good time, okay?
Nekros: Sick mofo who tells dead baby jokes. Has some interesting kinks. Rarely eats, if ever. Would look you dead in the eye and try to tell you bad puns seriously as possible. Has seen the dead walk again, thinks they’re best buddies. good guy to go to a graveyard with.
Nezha: Srsly good looking.. guy? girl? oh idc he can be genderfluid and i’d still think he’s attractive. Got serious hula skills. Never takes himself seriously and just loves going for long missions. Knows a thing or two about culture, rather classy guy but can be a bit childish. Never really grew up, but you don’t notice that behind the charm.
Nidus: This is the I-don’t-give-a damn guy. He wrecks everything he touches, spreads space aids, yet his personality is far from cancer. Very good with animals. A bit messy. Too many damn things talking in his head from the infested and ignores them like a champ. They bend to his will.
Nova: A Good Egg, if slightly cracked. Giggles at the mention of inane words. Everything explodes!!! ADHD in a frame. Good natured wholesome friend who loves everyone. Bad habit of breaking appliances and electronics. Geiger counters near her start playing Imagine Dragon’s Radioactive?
Nyx: Look at this frame. You took a good warframe and gave it anxiety, sheesh. Shy, kinda hard to deal with hearing everyone’s thoughts sometimes. ain’t got time for your drama. Loves talking about current events, but not much of a gossip out of respect for others. giant personal space bubble, do not touch!
Oberon: Royal pain in the ass, but a lovable doofus so you kinda just let it go. Very protective dad friend, complete with dad jokes. Probably would like to finish your sandwich if you’re not gonna eat it. Would open his home to you if you needed a couch to surf on.
Octavia: This girl loves all music, could help you find just the mix you were looking for. Got sick dance moves too. Might have been in band. Would happily binge watch any tv show with you and discuss everything about it. You don’t know what so charming about her, but you really like her so you always accept her invites. Had a bad habit of fidgeting.
Rhino: This guy could bench press a grineer ship in one hand and corpus ship in the other. you don’t move out of his way, he runs you over, simple as that. gym rat, for sure. somewhat impatient. watches way too many superhero blockbusters and devours the comics. Mows down the entire enemy wave just get your sorry bleeding ass back up and fighting again.
Saryn: Oh, good lotus, this chick has got good looks and a deadly touch. Cunning girl could outsmart anyone. Low key annoyed in general. Would back stab you without a thought, given a reason. Knows a lot about cooking. I mean, if you’re going to poison someone or at least know how to work in the biolab you should probably know how this type of chemistry works. dodges responsibility a lot tho.
Titania: flighty as fuck, gets startled easily. graceful; she has good fashion sense. you have no idea where she came from in the room. fairy tales are definitely her thing, but happy endings really aren’t true with that state of things right now in the solar system. too many butterflies, but is fine with it since they help her stay calm. Actually really good at flying archwings, I think?
Trinity: First one to rush into the fight, last one to leave until everyone is okay. Is the Mom friend. Likes to be helpful. Rather much a bitch to those she hates. She may have an open heart, but don’t walk all over this girl. Cross her once, shame on you. Cross her twice, she leaves you for dead on eris, end of story.
Valkyr: Look, she’s been through some shit, has ptsd, the very least you can do is give her a cat plushie and your support, okay? Gets angry easily and has meltdowns. She’s not a pushover. She knows what’s best, she can endure. semi serious, jokes fly over her head. it may take a bit for her to like you. literally a cat frame, you don’t know love until you’ve been loved by a cat.
Vauban: Forget Limbo being a troll. This is THE trollframe. Went to college for engineering, came back out a smart ass. Don’t loan money to him, he prolly won’t pay ya back. Pretty good drinking buddy tho. Reads a shit ton of shakespear to know what that sense of humor really is. Shit poster, meme hoarder extrordinaire. you can have a grenade! And you can have a grenade! YOU ALL CAN HAVE GRENADES!
Volt: Impeccable taste mixed with sharp commentary. Why does he have a helmet that’s a boob? maybe he has a high schooler’s sense of humor? would be honest with you and tell you straight up what needs to be done. This guy likes expensive suits. Has a tendency to be impulsive.
Wukong: Has loads of stories to tell. Good memory. Can comeback from just about any setback. determined and will happily grind with you in missions for hours. Also pretty damn stubborn and doesn’t listen well to others, kinda has to speak first.
Zephyr: Life’s a breeze here, right? Kinda goes with whatever and has a hard time deciding on things. Kinda clumsy too. Crashes raids and blows away the enemy. Usually minds her own business with her head in the clouds.
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Nowadays, it’s pretty rare to catch Harry without his glasses. Oh, he had always been a paranoid bastard who would wear them as soon as he set foot outside his house, but now, even in the intimacy of his home he usually has them on.
Not because his paranoia got worse, but simply because it means less stubbed toes and broken glasses. Because that’s one consequence of losing an eye not many people think of. His depth perception is completely screwed.
Luckily for him, Merlin has been able to rig something for him so he’s more than functional on missions. How exactly he doesn’t know, but it must have been impressive enough to make Ginger look at the man with hearts in her eyes when he had started throwing technical terms at Harry.
He wouldn’t mind always wearing them, but unfortunately, the glasses become unbearable when the migraines that sometime plague him strike. Accurately learning the layout of his new home has made it on the top of his priority list after crashing into the same doorframe thrice in a row and worsening the pain he was already feeling at the time.
And if he’s being honest, he had started to use the glasses as a mask, another part of his armor. It was getting rather tiring to not be able to be himself even in his own company.
It takes him a while before getting this epiphany though. Takes until he’s having afternoon tea with Eggsy, the boy foregoing the scones he spent all morning to make in favor of the gummy worms he brought with him.
It takes Eggsy smiling about something or another and Harry answering, completely unguarded, for once taking note of his heart beating fast and his cheeks slightly warmer than usual.
He’s been hiding from many things hasn’t he?
Well, he’s growing rather tired of tiptoeing around in his own life, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Maybe it will, maybe it won’t, but nothing will ever change if he doesn’t start taking action again.
Which doesn’t mean he should lean into Eggsy to kiss him like he’s wanted for far longer than he dares to admit, but there he is pressing closer and…
Ends up completely missing his target and headbutting the poor boy instead.
As if it wasn’t already bad enough for his ego, Eggsy who had looked so intent on Harry’s lips not a moment ago, bursts out laughing, a loud and uncontrollable sound.
He is about to get up and go hide in the bathroom or something when Eggsy, still laughing joyously, grabs him by the lapels of his jacket and tugs until Harry is half lying on top of him. Halfheartedly, he tries to get free, but Eggsy is definitely clinging to him now, as if he cannot bear to let him go.
If it’s closeness he wants, not even a bruised ego will make Harry deny him such a simple pleasure and he carefully rearranges their limbs so that they are both comfortable, even with Eggsy’s body still shaking from laughing too much.
His ego doesn’t matter much after all, not when Eggsy is trying, and failing, to kiss him back. He might not headbutt him in his attempts, but lost in his mirth, his lips catch the tip of his nose, his cheeks and his chin more often than they meet with their real target.
In fact, his ego is entirely forgotten when he finally takes pity on Eggsy and cups his face between his hands and guide him until their lips make contact.
It’s not the best kiss he’s had, not with Eggsy still chuckling, but already, it’s one of his favourite.
Because it’s a new beginning with the person who grew to mean so much to him.
Because it’s a happy moment, when you ignore the initial embarrassment.
Because, apparently, Eggsy wants to kiss him just as much as he does.
Topics I just need to touch on from Lord of Shadows (MAJOR SPOILER ALERT)
Emma and Julian
- I’m really glad their friendship went back to normal after some time. The distance between them was unlike them at all and I hated it. I know it was necessary because they both had to process how things had changed between them, but that doesn’t mean I liked reading it.
- Okay so I think the curse is seriously coming into play here. Cassie never outwardly says that the curse is already occurring, but she drops multiple hints throughout the book. For one, all of a sudden, Emma and Julian can communicate telepathically. I don’t know but I’m pretty sure that’s not supposed to happen. Also, um, they caught a STONE building on fire?! Stone? All-powerful runes? Ring a bell?????
- During the church scene and many, many other scenes, there’s so much sexual tension between Emma and Julian. Literally. I think there’s more in LOS than LM because at this point they’ve had sex and seen that intimate side of each other. At this point, they both have privately acknowledged that they are in love with the other. I think that plays a huge role in their relationship and how it has evolved since Lady Midnight.
- That huge fight that they had when they were staying at Malcolm’s cottage literally broke me. I was on the verge of crying while reading that. I’m just glad that it didn’t take long for them to make up.
- Their conversation about the Shadowhunter family mottos BAHAHAHAHA
- This is their second sex scene and honestly I loved it so much. It was so perfect. I almost burst into tears crying when Emma admitted to Julian that she’d been lying about her relationship with Mark.
- Emma still hasn’t told Julian that she loves him and I keep wondering if this is an important detail that will be used in QoAaD. Am I the only one who noticed this?
- It’s not like I hated Diana in Lady Midnight, I just didn’t know her very well and didn’t see the depth of her character. Once I read her backstory, I grew to love her. She is such a strong person and honestly I just want to be her best friend.
- Diana and Gwyn? Um, can you say hella cute couple?
- Once Cassie told us that there would be a transgender character reveal in Lord of Shadows, I knew from the start that it would be Diana. In Lady Midnight, it talks about how she has lots of secrets and a dark past. We knew that she’d been through a lot, so it wasn’t a huge surprise for me, but still a monumental moment in the book nonetheless.
- Summed up into four words, I can say “I love Diana Wrayburn!”
- From the moment we found out in Lady Midnight that Kit is the Lost Herondale, I knew that he would be an interesting character to read about. I was not disappointed.
- It’s truly heartwarming to watch Kit grow from a person who is denying himself as a Shadowhunter and the culture of the Shadowhunters to fully embracing it and finding a home with the Blackthorns. That scene where they’re fighting the Seven Riders and Ethna (or whatever her name is) is about to kill him and he’s all like “I’m Christopher Herondale.” I just loved that and I almost cried.
- At this point, I still don’t really know where his relationship with Ty will lead. I know for sure it will be either a romantic relationship or a parabatai relationship, and I’m perfectly fine with whichever. For me, it’s hard to tell right now. Cassie has a habit of pulling large plot twists on us, and I don’t know what to think. All I do know is that I like Kit and Ty as friend or lovers. I think they compliment each other very well and are so cute. (The Sherlock and Watson comparisons?! Cute af!)
- I’m honestly so scared for Julian and I have two main theories for him. Neither of them are happy. He’s either going to literally go off the deep end and go full evil and be really bad or he’s not going to survive to the end of the series. Like I said, I don’t really like either option.
- Julian’s hidden ruthlessness is touched upon several times in LOS like in LM. This is NOT coincidental and Cassie is foreshadowing. His ruthless nature and his undying will to protect those he loves will play a major role in the plot of QoAaD, I’m sure.
- I don’t even want to think about how Livvy’s death will affect his family, but especially Julian. He’d devoted his life, time, and heart to protecting his family and doing whatever it takes to keep them alive and safe. He’s failed to do that. Because of Livvy’s death, he will blame himself and I feel like it will really push him over the edge.
- There is this undeniable dark Julian that we all know exists. Few of us actually acknowledge that this is a part of Julian because we don’t want to imagine our baby Julian like that. Our baby Julian, who has been in love with Emma for god knows how long. Our baby Julian who ran an Institute when he was twelve, killed his own father, who became parabatai with Emma even when he knew he was in love with her because he didn’t want to lose her. Jules, Julian, who paints her in secret, who hides his feelings for her. He is an incredibly selfless person and I feel like that it could seriously be his downfall and weakness ironically.
- Basically, I think that tough times are in the forecast for Julian Blackthorn. :(
Five Main Character Deaths
- Jon Cartwright: I was really surprised about his death and didn’t see it coming. I was just a lil sad but overall it wasn’t that bad. I will miss him though. I hope Marisol will be okay.
- Arthur Blackthorn: I was also very surprised about this death. In Lady Midnight, Arthur is written as this insane, depressed, and sad individual. We don’t like him because he was supposed to run the Institute, not Julian. In the last few pages of his life, he was completely lucid and actively gave up his life to save the younger Blackthorns. I was very taken aback and thought it was very honorable. It instantly redeemed his character for me. I was sad to see him go.
- Malcolm Fade: I never really believed he was dead tbh. I actually laughed when he truly died. Literally, this dude spends 200+ years dedicating his life to bringing a girl back from the dead, and when he does she just kills him?!?! I died it was actually really funny. I realize how sick that sounds and I’m sorry but it was so funny.
- Robert Lightwood: Never did I think a character from another series would be killed off. I set myself up for sadness when I assumed that. I was very sad when Robert died; not only was he Emma and Julian’s only hope to fix things between them, but he was also just mending his relationship with his children and it broke my heart when Alec was calling for his dad. I can’t remember exactly, the last few pages of LOS were a blur of tears and emotions and words and I’m pretty sure I started crying when Alec was calling “Dad, please, dad.”
- Livvy Blackthorn: Oh my god. Oh my god. Livvy’s death caught me by complete surprise and it crushed me. Livvy had so much ahead of her. She’d found out that Julian had been the one that had taken care of all of the younger Blackthorns since the Dark War, and she’d wanted to be like him. She’d kissed Julian on the forehead. It was so cute and it warmed my heart. SHE NEVER GOT TO RUN AN INSTITUTE. All Livvy wanted was for her family to be together and when Helen and Mark finally came back and everyone was together, she died. She never got to see her family reunite, and I think that’s the saddest part. I truly will miss Livvy. And when the clock rang? Oh my god, I was a hot mess. There are dried tears on the last two pages of LOS. I cried myself to sleep that night when I finished it.
Side note on Livvy’s death: maybe this is a grieving me just searching for a way to bring Livvy back but there was a quote in either Lady Midnight or Lord of Shadows (I think its LOS) and one of the characters (I think a faerie or something) is like “Oh, how foolish of u to regard death as something so final.” Will this tie into Livvy’s death? WILL LIVVY COME BACK?
Characters I Literally Cannot Deal With
- Jaime Rosales (taking advantage of Dru like wtf)
- Annabel Blackthorn (she fucking killed Livvy and Robert ugh)
- Zara Dearborn (I don’t really need to explain this, do I?)
- The Cohort (see above)
Characters I Didn’t Pay Much Attention to Before but Now I Like Them
- Mark Blackthorn (sweet bby oml)
- Kieran (ur not as bad as I thought, pal)
- Diana Wrayburn (I explained above. Never hated her or anything, just didn’t know her)
- Gwyn ap Nudd (PROTECT THIS ACTUAL TEDDY BEAR OML)
- Dru Blackthorn (don’t make her babysit plz)
- Ty and Livvy (I have a twin and I wish he was like Ty lol)
- hot mess of angst and emotions throughout the book (as expected)
Princess of the Ark: Clarke Griffin’s Childhood and Emotional Advantages
Emori’s speech to Clarke about her pain was one of the best things I’ve seen all damn season, both acting wise (Luisa, give yourself a goddamn round of applause) and writing wise. It cut to the core of Clarke’s character and highlighted the invisible advantages she has over other characters that she’s simply not aware of, and contrasted how differently Clarke’s pain plays out compared to someone like Emori, who has been doing this her whole life.
In Emori’s own words: I was cast out of my clan as an infant because of this. I was forced to steal to survive, forced to kill. You were loved. You were told you were special. I was thrown away like someone’s garbage. You know nothing of my pain.
What I really love about this is that it very subtly highlights the importance of Abby and Jake in Clarke’s upbringing. It’s clear in the first Ark flashback that Clarke is adored and loved in addition to being economically privileged, and Jake even says you picked a fine time to start acting like a teenager, which implies this is really the first time she’s tested their relationship. When she hallucinates Jake during Day Trip, he tells her what she needs to hear and holds her when she breaks down, and while he wasn’t real it does tell us that Clarke saw her relationship with her father as one of unconditional love and support. Before she learns of Abby’s role in Jake’s death Clarke is looking forward to her coming to earth and she’s devastated when she thinks Abby died on the Exodus ship. And even though things are rocky with them in season two– you may be the chancellor but I’m in charge and Abby’s horror at Clarke’s decision at TonDC– Abby is still the first person Clarke turns to for reassurance after Mount Weather. After that, Clarke knows her mother will love her no matter what, and demonstrates the same to Abby after ALIE forced her to torture Clarke. And if you still aren’t convinced of the depth of the Griffin ladies’ love for each other, that hug at the top of the episode should have convinced you.
And it’s that love that allows Clarke to be who she is; someone who is able to lead through love and trust. One of Clarke’s core characteristics is her ability to extend trust to people who maybe haven’t earned it yet– first Bellamy, then Anya, then Murphy, and the list goes on and on– and that tells us so much about her. She’s confident and secure right from day one, because, as Emori pointed out, she was told she was special. And not in a “you’re the savior of the world,” way, but in the “you are important and you matter” way of loving parents to a child. Clarke spent the first 16 years of her life loved and knowing she was loved, and that made all the difference.
Let’s contrast her upbringing with the lives of other people on the Ark that we know: Raven’s mother was a drunk who didn’t feed her enough, so Raven turned to the boy next door to protect her. He did, and then he fell out of love with her while she was risking everything to save him. Octavia literally spent her whole life caged, and while her mother and brother loved her they were also her jailers and that brings a whole new level of complication to their relationship. Because to her, it probably didn’t feel unconditional– they loved her but so long as she pretended not to exist. (Note: Bellamy’s love for her– and likely Aurora’s too– was unconditional on their end, but it didn’t feel that way to Octavia.) Bellamy’s entire world revolved around loving someone else unconditionally and receiving what probably felt like little love in return, and from the age of six on his needs had to be put behind someone else. Murphy’s father may have loved him, but he died for that love and Murphy’s mother put the blame for that on him. And Emori, as we just learned, was forced into a life of violence and lies just to survive.
But Clark experienced none of that until she was approaching adulthood, so she meets her challenges with an unshakable truth in the back of her mind: there are people who love her no matter what. She has a sense of inner worth, and even when she’s at her most broken, there’s still a voice in her head saying you can come home. By the time she leaves in 216, Clarke has accepted that not only does her mother love her unconditionally but that Bellamy does too, because she loves him unconditionally and that sort of love comes to her pretty easily. It’s what gives her the strength to leave, and it’s while it is momentarily shaken by Bellamy’s anger with her in 305 she’s back on solid ground with him by 313, and since then it’s been business as usual for them.
This belief in unconditional love is also what leads Clarke to tell Bellamy that he just needs to wait for Octavia’s forgiveness in 406, because after all, that’s what happened with her mom. Clarke just needed time, but in the end, Abby was blood and forgiveness was inevitable. But what she doesn’t see is that it’s infinitely more complicated between Bellamy and Octavia, because both of them have always felt like their love for each other comes with a long list of terms and conditions. (Again, note that I’m talking about how it feels for the Blake Siblings, not how it is.) Octavia loves Bellamy back so long as he’s giving her freedom, but in his experience Octavia and freedom leads to terrible consequences, so he struggles with giving her that. It’s what she wants, not what she needs, he thinks, and so when he gets scared he denies her that freedom even though in his mind that will cost him her love. Better to have her safe than hurt, and if the price is Octavia’s hatred he’ll pay that. And for Octavia, she perceives his love as conditional on her obedience, because she’s never been in the position he is in of loving someone and being so scared for them at the same time. So she lashes out against him, which he sees as proof that she doesn’t love him in the same way.
But again, Clarke can’t see that because that is not a dynamic she’s ever experienced. The fact that Emori honed in on love as an integral part of Clarke is really interesting, because Emori is basically a stranger to Clarke, but she is also a master at reading people. And I do think that was a surprising moment for Clarke, because she’s long since come to terms with the role that her economic privilege played with other people, but she’s never once thought about the emotional advantages her childhood conferred.
Clarke is able to lead and make difficult decisions because deep down, she trusts that there are people who love her no matter what. Someone like Bellamy doesn’t have that natural instinct to trust other people, because love for him always came with strings. And that’s not to say that the things Clarke has seen and done and lost don’t weigh on her– they do, and so heavily I think she’s veering towards a bit of a breakdown– but that she has more emotional resilience because of the love she received as a child. In short, Clarke is who she is because of Abby Griffin.
@desperatelyseekingcannibals - I am on a mission to prompt everyone I can with ABO Tristhad so… ABO TRISTHAD PLEASE!! Maybe on a mission and keeping warm around a fire? Lots of f luff please, but smut is more than welcome if it goes that way XD
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For #Tristhad Week. This is only one part, I’m still writing more. :)
Another day on horseback—such days could feel endless to a body stiff already from hours of riding. Tristan’s gaze naturally sought out the youngest of their band. Galahad rode to his left and was none the wiser to Tristan’s gaze or the way it lingered on his lower half as his corded thighs squeezed around his horse’s chest. None of the other men wore the Roman tunic and armor the pup insisted on; none of them felt the need to play such a role to be accepted. Galahad, pacifist and the sole omega among their alpha ranks, however, refused to be seen as weak. Despite his hate for their fifteen-year commission and the blood they shed, he wanted to look the role of the fierce warrior gender dynamic be damned. It was no secret that Galahad hated being an omega.
When he’d been recruited from his homeland, he’d been unpresented. Just like all Samaritan Knights he wasn’t worried, though. He was confident he’d be an alpha or at the least, a beta. He had no such luck. He’d gone into heat two years after he’d joined Arthur’s knights.
Galahad had been one of the last to arrive in joining their group; Tristan remembered when he’d brought to them flanked on either side by a Roman envoy. He’d taken to training with a fervor and had been shaped into a fierce and loyal warrior. He was a scout and archer challenged by none other than Tristan in skills—certainly no longer the boy he’d been. Again, Tristan’s gaze slid up the view of his calves and thighs. Definitely not.
He had a bite too. Galahad could be almost petulant at times with his uncharacteristic brashness. Quick-tempered and sharp-tongued, he had no shame to stop him from speaking his mind. In short, he was the most alluring creature Tristan had ever seen.
He had long realized how smitten he was, but how could anyone not be with Galahad? His tribe would have found him exotic with his cornflower eyes and the dark, chestnut of his curls, and beyond that, he was the ideal omega for someone of his tribe: spirited and with a tongue that was as deadly as his aim. When not in battle Tristan’s attentions often fell to the omega and he doubted it or the reasons why went unnoticed by any except the pup.
“There something interesting about Gal’s legs,” Bors rode up to Tristan’s other side with a grin far to knowing.
Summary: Credence misses a certain kind lady. But he meets an unexpected visitor instead. All is not what it seems and even though life tends to be rough at times, every cloud has a silver lining.
Warnings: Mentions of abuse, violence and blood.
Disclaimer: GIF Credits to their owners. Also I don’t own the FBAWTFT universe. Queen JKR does.
Credence searched through the gathering crowd. His heart plummeted into the melancholic depths of disappointment as the lady with the kind smile failed to turn up at yet another NSPS meet. He reminisced how her face lit up with a smile, how unlike others she had apologised and with kindness radiating from every gesture, helped him gather the scattered flyers (even though it was probably his fault that they fell in the first place). It was far too rare for people to deem him worthy to bestow kindness upon. It was more often than not a case of shoved bodies, rough touches and muttered insults. Not pretty smiles and an overwhelming softness of the heart.
Credence couldn’t help but feel sadness clutching him in its cold grasp, he really shouldn’t have gotten his hopes high. After all, it was highly unlikely that she had the free time to attend all of the rallies. She had indeed said that she had work to rush off to the other day. A hopeful part of him wished that it was just that, a busy schedule which kept her from coming back. But then again, she might have completely forgotten him. Who would remember a lowly, wicked boy like him? And if at all she did remember him, it would be with disgust at his uselessness, disappointed with anything he did. The way Ma was.
Credence sneaked a glance at his adoptive mother as she went on about the malignant virus of witchcraft that was fast spreading amongst the unaware and naive naysayers. She urged the people to be proactive and join the cause, they had safety in numbers. It was the vigilant who could save themselves after all. He thought that if he repeated the propaganda enough times, he might even start believing it. It was not that Credence disbelieved that people like witches and magic existed. He knew that his biological mother was wicked, that her blood was tainted, the same blood that ran through his veins. He had heard about it numerous times over the span of his childhood, receiving divine punishment at the hands of his Ma in a bid to loosen Satan’s hold over him. Such instances though, had become rarer as the years passed. The punishments hadn’t stopped, just the reasons had changed.
His hand felt a ghostly sting and Credence flinched, remembering the latest disciplining. His barely healed hands clutched the flyers tightly as the memory of a few weeks back washed his subconscious. Ma had been so angry with him when she had seen him idling around the back instead of handing out more flyers like he was supposed to. He had just found the crowd oppressive and decided to get a few breaths of clean air, a brief respite from the heat. That was when she had stumbled across his feet, not hard enough to cause him discomfort, but enough to make her presence known. He had expected harsh words, an angry shove or complete unapologetic indifference even. Because that was how he was used to being treated. Instead like an angel shining her heavenly aura on lesser mortals, she had come to his aid. Being the worthless being that he was, he’d somehow managed to become a stuttering dimwit, rendered dumb by her kindness and beauty. This was an exchange that hadn’t escaped the watchful eyes of his mother, though thankfully she hadn’t seen who it was that he was speaking to.
No amount of pleading would dissuade her from meting out what he rightfully deserved. It was just a matter of time and it came when they reached the rundown excuse of a church that they called their house. The moment the door to the living room closed, he silently slid off the belt from its place, grasping the buckle in the hope that the ordeal would end faster if he willed it to. Just thinking of the belting had his hands smarting in remembrance of the vicious hits. Ma had been especially angry that day.
“Hello there, young man. Won’t you give me one of those flyers?” An elderly woman broke Credence out of his reverie, a wrinkled hand outstretched towards him seeking a purple handout. Her eyes crinkled as she gave him a benevolent smile. She looked of Asian heritage, probably Japanese judging from the pastel kimono that draped her delicate frame; with her soft demeanour and quite mannerisms, she faintly reminded Credence of summers spent lying in the warmth of his birth mother’s lap, but it was a fleeting thing, this barely remembered memory.
Though he had been expecting quite a different interruption, even this was welcome. After all, it was not everyday that people treated him with such gentleness. As if reading his mind, the old woman queried, “Were you perhaps expecting someone else?” Pink dusted his cheeks as Credence replied in embarrassment, “N-no!” It came out louder than he had intended. Glancing at his mother to make sure that her attention was focused elsewhere, he quietly mumbled, “ I meant…no. That is not the…case.” His speech was marked by ponderous pauses, as if mulling over what would be appropriate enough to voice out loud.
The old woman merely nodded in understanding, though what she comprehended from his mumbles and pauses, Credence could only wonder. They stood in comfortable silence for a while before the woman spoke again, “What is your name child?” He jerked as if virtually slapped and something skittered in the woman’s eyes but it was gone before he could really observe. “C-credence.” He spoke so softly that it was a wonder that the woman had heard anything at all. But her serene smile indicated that she indeed had heard him. “You have a beautiful name”, she complemented him, making him blush again. As the rally broke up with the end address from his mother, the elderly lady stared up in the sky as if thinking about something before saying, “I better get going now. Hope you have a good day son!” her eyes twinkled and Credence couldn’t help but be gripped by a weird sense of deja vu,feeling as if he had met the woman somewhere before.
Y/N laid down her quill with a sense of satisfaction as the last report was written, bringing her paperwork to completion. Standing up, she stretched her muscles before waving her wand to summon her coat. Capping off another day at work, she stumbled out of the inconspicuous gates of MACUSA, weary and bone tired but happy at the pace of things. She started walking at a leisurely pace, setting off towards her apartment idly wondering about what she should have for dinner. Today felt like a sushi day.
Tasked with scouting for a new place to conduct the next meeting, Credence walked the bustling streets of New York City. He had been walking for well over an hour and twilight had set in by the time he truly found anything of use. Before his eyes lay a dusty playground, more derelict than green. It was not exactly spic and span but with some cleaning, it would do. Credence looked at the playground which was sandwiched between a confectionery and a chic boutique selling trendy flapper dresses which seemed all the rage these days. Yes, this would do. He was just about to venture a bit further inside to give a last cursory glance to the venue when he stumbled across an empty glass bottle.
Landing hard on the dusty pavement with his hands outstretched to break the fall, a hiss escaped Credence. The fall tore anew his barely healed palms. Cradling them close to himself, he took a closer look at the demon that had devised his fall. Was that a beer bottle that he spied? “Oi, who goes there?” A gruff voice enquired from the depths of the dimly lit playground. Fear grabbed Credence as he stared at the questioner. Three men, drunkards by the look of them, appeared from the murky shadows. A pudgy faced man, with a pronounced limp approached him followed by a stockily built man and a towering youth with a face attacked by the most vicious case of acne Credence had ever seen.
“Looky what we ‘ave ‘ere eh? A pup, wet behind ‘em ears!” The towering youth chuckled nastily, showcasing yellowing teeth much to the amusement and hollering of the other two. He had a surprisingly gravelly rasp. Probably a result of excessive smoking judging by the cigarette clutched in his blackened fingers. “Ya think ya can just come here an’ bust upon us, pup?” The stocky man’s words would have been intimidating had they not been uttered in the squeakiest voice ever heard. All this would have been an excellent backdrop for a comedy show and Credence might have even found it funny had he not been in the midst of it. “Answer da question. What ya doing ‘ere, punk!” pudgy face bent down for emphasis , getting too close for comfort, spittle spraying everywhere and his body reeking of alcohol, rancid sweat and something more unpleasant best not named.
Credence could barely manage a frightened whimper as hot tears ran down his cheeks. It was one thing to be belted by Ma for his actions. He deserved that, after all, it was meant for his own good, wasn’t it? But what had he done to deserve this? He cowered as pudge face yanked him by the collar of his shirt, drunken vigour easily lending him the strength to haul the frail boy up. “The cowardly brat’s snivellin’ like a damned 2 year old, if I ever seen one. What ya boys say we beat some sense inta him?” Credence felt a tightness blossom in his ribs, pressing down on his chest making it difficult to breath. His sight became hazy and all he could think of was the world of pain, broken bones and smashed teeth that was awaiting him. He saw the raised fist and closed his eyes, as the tightness in his ribs grew, threatening to burst him at the seams. Any moment now, he would be beaten into pulp.
Suddenly, the air rang out with a shrill alarm, a siren similar to those of police vans. “Shit! Why’s the police here?” the squeaky voiced man called out and Credence snapped his eyes open. Pudgy face shoved him away as the three bustled out of the playground, scampering ahead of one another, beer bottles scattered in their wake. Shaking violently at the near beating, Credence curled up into a ball and couldn’t help but continue crying as the siren grew louder and his mind went into overdrive. The police would find him and take him in for questioning. There were empty beer bottles here, he had obviously been up to no good, they would think. Wait, if the police took him up for questioning, his Ma would know. Dread latched onto him, pooling into an acidic swirl at the pit of his stomach. Oh what would she say? The mere idea of her wrath sent him on the edge of a panic attack.
Credence barely noticed when the siren stopped, for the ringing in his ears only continued to grow louder with every passing second. He was going to be arrested!! Someone was calling out to him, asking him if he was okay, but the world was a cacophony of white noise. They crouched beside him and attempted to pull his body upright. Resisting the movement, he flailed on the ground muttering incoherently throughout. Suddenly, his face was grabbed by a gentle touch and Credence found himself staring in the most mesmerising pair of (Y/E/C) eyes he had ever seen. “It’s okay love, they are gone. You are safe now. Nothing will harm you…I won’t let anything harm you!” His body gave a violent shudder. Letting out a choked sob, he fell into the soft embrace of the kind woman for whom he had been waiting for so long at the rallies. His angel had finally come to his rescue.
A/N: Ahh the time for the fated meeting has finally arrived! Writing this chapter through Credence’s P.O.V. was super fun as well as a bit anxiety inducing. I was constantly worried whether I was portraying him correctly.Just some trivia, the first sushi shop in the U.S. reportedly opened in 1906 in the Little Tokyo neighbourhood of LA apparently. I actually went and researched this on the net and Wikipedia threw this up on “the history of sushi”. Well, now that my nerd curiosity and obsessive authenticity mania has been satiated; addressing another twist- a mysterious old woman (Oba-san, if we are getting technical here) has appeared!! I wonder who she could be? 😉 Please excuse any typos that may have crept in. Thank you dear readers for the overwhelming love that you are showering on this story! Stay tuned for the next chapter and let me know how you all found this! ~mystical reading nerd
Quacks: Surely one of the most original new TV shows of the year
How does a sitcom about pioneering doctors in 1840s Britain sound? About as funny as Victorian gall-bladder surgery, or as underpowered as another recent'ish BBC2 period comedy (this one about Edwardian Suffragettes), Up the Women? Fear not, for Quacks is surely one of the most original new TV shows of the year, unsurprisingly since its creator, James Wood, has a track record in unlikely but engagingly droll TV shows; he wrote Rev, the Bafta-winning comedy starring Tom Hollander as an inner-city vicar, and, earlier this year, a delightful adaptation of Evelyn Waugh’s Decline and Fall – so well-crafted it made Jack Whitehall seem like a proper actor.
Quacks has also assembled a dexterous cast to play its trio of medical pioneers in early Victorian London: Rory Kinnear (Count Arthur Strong) as a showboating surgeon, Robert; Mathew Baynton (Horrible Histories, The Wrong Mans) as William, a psychiatrist – or ‘alienist’ as they were called in those pre-Freudian days; and Tom Basden from Plebs as John, a self-experimenting anaesthetist.
Add a scene-stealing Rupert Everett as George’s anti-semitic boss and Lydia Leonard (a celebrated Anne Boleyn in the stage version of Wolf Hall, and Virginia Woolf in BBC2’s Life in Squares) exhibiting a knack for comedy as George’s professionally and sexually frustrated wife, Caroline, and you have a deft ensemble well capable of taking on Wood’s intelligent scripts.
The idea came for Quacks germinated in the writer’s imagination four or five years ago when he went out for a drink with a surgeon friend. “He told me about the two dentists who pioneered anaesthesia in the 1840s”, says Wood. “These lunatics experimented on each other using nitrous oxide, ether and chloroform and they both became addicts and committed suicide. It never occurred to me to think about where anaesthesia had come from.”
His surgeon friend also suggested a book by the medical historian Roy Porter. “I discovered there was this amazing 20-year period of Victorian medicine that went from the early 1840s, where if you could cut someone’s leg off fast then you’re a good surgeon, and the Bedlam approach to mental illness, to within 20 years when germ theory had come in, nursing had come in, anaesthesia had come in. I gave myself a medical historical education and puked it back out as comedy.”
The opening episode begins with Robert (Kinnear) psyching himself up to go on stage in front of a paying public, except here the stage is an operating table within a mini amphitheatre. This is surgery as spectacle, Robert a showman as he ties on a bloody apron (hygiene wasn’t a consideration in the 1840s) and boasts to the fashionable onlookers about how rapidly he is about to amputate the leg of a fully-awake and terrified accident victim.
“The fame and accolades you received at that time for being the best surgeons were immense”, explains Kinnear. “That’s why they were in theatres because people were there to look at them, and he’s definitely someone who played to the crowd.”
This was also an era when half of all patients didn’t survive surgery. “Many of them simply died of shock”, says Kinnear, adding that whether or not a patient did make it through the operation was only important in how it might reflect on the surgeon’s reputation.
Psychiatry was another discipline in its infancy, if not still in its swaddling clothes. Mathew Baynton’s character William is unusual for the age, believing that the mentally ill should be treated with kindness instead of being locked away in harsh Bedlam-like insane asylums.
“He’s somebody with a great deal of empathy and passion”, says Baynton. “And you discover later that his father suffered from some form of dementia, which at the time they wouldn’t have a great diagnosis for, let alone treatment. So he’s motivated to find better ways to care for these people, but he has absolutely no tools or skills at his disposal.
“One of the things I really loved about the script when I first read it is that comedy, by and large, is based around failure, and this is a rare beast where these guys fail because of the time they are in, but they are actually pioneers and visionaries as opposed to being buffoons and idiots themselves.”
Baynton, who had bad asthma as a child growing up in Essex, has every reason to bless medical progress. Period comedy is not new to the actor-writer who cut his teeth working with James Corden (he is understandably reluctant to discuss his co-star on Gavin & Stacey and The Wrong Mans, claiming that he has yet to do a media interview in which he isn’t asked about Corden) before becoming part of the Horrible Histories team.
“Horrible Histories is unashamedly broad and silly and its primary aim is to educate children - although I’m not involved in it anymore, I hasten to add”, he says. “Quacks is even different to Blackadder in the sense that it doesn’t use the setting to play dress up and enjoy farcical half hours; it’s a proper comedy drama with proper complex human characters with their own stories.”
One similarity to Blackadder, however, is that it employs – albeit sparingly - real historical figures. Both Florence Nightingale and Charles Dickens appear in episode two, Sherlock’s Andrew Scott giving a brilliantly unhinged performance as the novelist as egoist. “James has a bit of an axe to grind with Dickens for some reason”, says Baynton.
“I’ve always just believed that Dickens was a massive dick”, confirms Wood. “And it’s not been properly dramatised. Self-aggrandising, he used to do these talks endlessly for hours and hours… he was so pleased with himself.”
Other guest appearances include Miles Jupp, Jamie Demetriou and Fonejacker’s Kayvan Novak as an Indian mesmerist, but not all of Quacks lives up Wood’s billing for it as “a near-the-bone, raucous badly-behaved comedy”. There is a tender if frustrated love story also going on between William (Baynton) and Robert’s wife, Caroline (Lydia Leonard), and Baynton himself wrote the episode in which Caroline dresses as a man in order to perform surgery – a storyline based on the real case of Margaret Ann Buckley, who identified as female and practised as a military surgeon called James Barry.
Even the most ludicrous-seeming medical details are historically accurate, says Wood – including baked potatoes applied to wounds and the fact that doctors never physically examined their patients, especially females under their charge. In one scene, Rupert Everett’s consultant produces a porcelain anatomical “modesty doll” for a genteel elderly lady (Gemma Jones; Quacks is well cast in depth) to point out where she’s in pain 'below’.
“There’s no way a physician then would touch any of their patients, certainly not a woman”, says Wood. “They’d diagnose, as Rupert Everett’s character puts it, through conversation. They’d chat to their patient about their lifestyle and diagnose them.”
Wood and his director Andy de Emmony took inspiration for their more visceral medical scenes from the Russell Crowe movie Master and Commander. “The surgery in that is brilliant and you don’t really see anything much”, he says. “We used that as our model for – just a few rifle-shot moments are enough, and your imagination fills in the rest. And we’re a comedy so we don’t want to become too repellent.”
I love this squad of beautiful dangerous women so I wanted to try and predict their personalities a lil bit bc I’m very excited and can’t stop thinking about them. This is more of a joke but I hope it’s at least a tiny bit accurate. I want them to have in depth personalities.
At first, I thought Diana’s VA was being really shoddy and off character, but then I realized it was Diana VA as Akko being really off character in-character! Props to that lady for that crazy amount of depth to basically become Akko for a while.
One of the most impressive things in acting is seeing people play their character as someone else trying to impersonate their character. That’s really hard to pull off. Kudos for Yōko Hikasa!!! thats really hard thing to do!!
Top 10 Betrayal!!
Sweet Revenge!! thats really evil akko XD to do it in formed of their idol!!
Series Summary: Heartbreak, long distance relationships, angst, and love: FULL SPEED AHEAD. Y/N is an audio-technician for one of the best sound producing companies in the states. By happenstance, Y/N meets the one and only Rob Benedict, who just so happens to be recently divorced. Y/N never thought she would be relationship material. Until Rob, that is, but is Rob ready for a relationship? Are they ready for a relationship together?
Chapter 2: The Meeting
Rob Benedict x Reader
Warning: Language. I think that’s all :)
A/N: Special shout out to @megansescape for being my beta on this! Thank you <3
After the Saturday Night Special, and everything had been broken down, you were standing around in the lobby with Rich and a few of his buddies. There were a couple different cast members you had met. Mostly, you were looking around for that blue-eyed singer. You wanted to tell him how much you appreciated his encouragement and his patience with you on stage.
Yet, you found yourself stuck in conversation with Matt Cohen, the both of you discussing your fitness related interests.
“I use to be a cross country runner in high school,” You shrugged at him. “Still try to hit a couple miles a day. Kinda hard though when our lives are all over the place, traveling from city to city.”
“You’re one of those people who hate treadmills, aren’t you?” He asked. He started laughing as soon as you began feverently nodding your head yes.
“They’re ridiculous! You’re fuckin’ stuck in one place staring at a wall or a tv or the screen of the treadmill. I’d rather go on a scenic route and check stuff, pound the pavement, ya know?” You laughed in response. Soon enough Richard was headed your way once more.
“Come on, Y/N.” Rich shouted as he moved closer to you. He slung an arm around your shoulder and pulled you to him. “Cabs here to take us to the bar.”
You rolled your eyes as you made your way out to the cab with Rich. You slid in after Rich, Matt sliding in next to you.