To MOD: I just found another theme of Gilgamesh. Just google "Fate/Zero Original Soundtrack - 06 The Gilgamesh" (must have a fate/zero logo) it is beautiful, sad and sinister at the same time. I think the soundtrack shows the life and tragedy of gilgamesh losing his dear friend, which slowly turns him into a person with a heart of stone. I will appreciate if you add this ost into the gilgamesh playlist that automatically starts playing when entering this website
request: indeed it was (Smut where you n him have make up sex at a closed aquarium)
word count: 1.9k
summary: you and calum get into a huge fight but then he convinces you to sneak into an aquarium and things get a lil wild if ur pickin up what im puttin down ;) (yo it was a really odd request but it intrigued me so i wrote it)
warnings: its smut (as usual)
a/n: ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE IVE WRITTEN ANYTHING IM SUPER EXCITED TO POST THIS THANKS TO ALL OF YOU FOR BEIN PATIENT LIL BABES I REALLY APPRECIATE IT - lauren
It seemed perfectly reasonable to demand that she sing the answers to questions using nothing but song lyrics. Ms. Kendrick, as game as ever, agreed.
What goes through her mind when these odd, borderline-offensive requests are made in the name of celebrity journalism and movie promotion? Ms. Kendrick, without missing a beat, served up an answer courtesy of Destiny’s Child: “I’m a survivor! I’m not gon’ give up! I’m not gon’ stop! I’m gon’ work harder!”
Impressive. But that was a softball. “Some people loathe sequels,” I asked her. “Your response?” I thought that perhaps she would opt for 1980s pop (“Nothing I can do, a total eclipse of the heart”) or maybe Sly and the Family Stone (“Different strokes for different folks”). Instead, she blurted out a line from a Kendrick Lamar hit. “Bitch, don’t kill my vibe,” she said, duplicating Mr. Lamar’s voice.
Wow this was a lot longer than I expected. Anyway, tis I, your very own secret Santa. Happy reading :)
“For being made out of magic metal, you’d think it’d stay sharp on it’s own,” Nico said to Will, gliding a whetstone along the edge of his Stygian-iron sword.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves of the oak they sat under. The son of Hades hunched over his sword with his back against the tree, safely in the shadows. The other boy sat closer to the sun, the rays dancing across his face and clothes.
Will looked up from trimming the fletching on his arrows. “Tell me about it,” he sighed with a slight roll of his eyes.
Nico’s brow furrowed. What an odd request. “I have to spend hours sharpening this stupid sword when I could be doing better things.
He fumbled for an answer. “W…well…uh…”
Will arched a brow. “Like sitting in your cabin alone? Sulking?”
“I do not sulk!” Nico protested.
The outburst distracted him from his work, and the sharpening stone slipped from his hand. His hand, with the stone no longer between it and the sword, connected with the cool, black iron. Most of his hand simply hit the flat of the blade, but his thumb was nicked on the edge.
“Son of a…” Nico hissed, quickly gripping his thumb with his opposite hand.
Will abandoned his work, clambering over to the boy. “What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself? Oh gods, it’s your thumb. Is it bleeding?” he asked, the words tumbling out of his mouth.
Nico uncurled his fingers to examine the wound. A small amount of blood oozed from the cut on the pad of his thumb. “A bit. It’s only a little one.”
The blond boy grabbed the injured thumb and peered closely at it. “We need to go to the infirmary immediately so I can clean and dress it. Can’t have it getting infected. The small ones can be the most deadly. Achilles died from a tiny cut after all, you know.” He patted his pockets. “I thought I had some ambrosia here somewhere…”
“I’m fine,” Nico said, wiping his thumb on his pants. “See? It’s just a cut.”
Will looked ready to pass out. Or go into cardiac arrest. Maybe both. “No! Do you have any idea how much dirt and bacteria you just smeared into it? You could have a flesh-eating disease on your jeans!”
He hoisted him to his feet, half-carrying Nico to the infirmary. Will sat him down on a cot and thoroughly cleaned and bandaged the small cut. He inspected the thumb closely once more, then nodded his approval. “Honestly, Nico, it’s a good thing you have me here to keep you safe.”
Nico resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Barely. But it was kinda cute to see Will in such a fuss over him. “Anything else, Dr. Solace?”
Will thought for a moment. “I prescribe a three-day bed rest. And you’re only allowed to kiss me. Anything else is just far too dangerous.”
Pearlcatchers that clan, live and are born in Shadow are an odd sight, and even odder is what exalted shadow pearlcatchers request of the shadowbinder upon exaltation to her- they have her put some of her slime drool on their pearl and cure it in an enthusiastic, nearly-sacrilegious display of loyalty. It’s said to mess with their head, but allows telepathic communication with their god.
Kylo cries, unsure, but so needing, “Call me Ben.”
“Ben?” Hux questions, utterly confused by the outburst. What an odd request. He knows they have their fair share of kinks and preferences, but this seems like an odd moment to bring in some sort of role play. Kylo is usually so good in character.
In which, Kylo has a lot of issues that Hux really didn’t sign up for.