Little scene in which Aldrich takes on a terrible burden for love. And culinary exploration. nomnomnom
I just wanted to explore a little why my tav would take the astral tadpole because everything is screaming that this is a BAD IDEA but undergoing horrible mutations to gain psionic powers is uncannily in line with the D&D version of Aldric, who is an Aberrant Mind Sorcerer. I did save scum a little and ultimately chose to eat the tadpole as a "I will take this on so no one else has to" kind of sacrifice and also because the Emperor's reaction was funny hehehe
585 notes
·
View notes
sanji as instruktur senam yang biasanya nongol di lapangan sports complex dan jadi idolanya para teteh2
335 notes
·
View notes
Here’s the thing: Grian would kill for him, and it should be enough.
If there is one thing they learn throughout the three iterations of a death game, it’s that nothing is more extreme than finding yourself on the wrong end of the sword. (Or a flint-and-steel, or an arrow, or a stalactite – they take the world apart, and use it all for weapons.) There’s nothing worse you can do than die, and consequently, there’s nothing better someone can do than kill for you. It’s a declaration of love equivalent to shouting from the rooftops, to carving a heart out and handing it, beating, to someone else. (And it doesn’t even have to be your own heart.)
Grian would kill for him, Scar learns, very early on. Grian rigs up minecarts and laughs manically as they go off. Grian spends hours hiding red TNT blocks beneath the sand and lecturing Scar on what levers to pull if he wants them to go off at the right time. Grian collects the dripstone (because sand is too precious a resource to waste just yet) and mounts it diligently to a cobblestone roof.
Grian comes back huffing, speaking of his boiling blood and revenge. He tells Scar that the TNT trap wasn’t his fault, that the ones responsible will pay, that this world will bow to them yet. Grian collects sand, a pitiful echo of the past, and shoves it in Scar’s face as some grand achievement.
Grian drops the dripstone.
Grian kills for him.
Grian kills BigB.
Well, really, Grian kills Ren, and doesn’t quite remember that this would also kill BigB until later, but who is Scar to complain? He should be happy to know that Grian would kill for him, no matter who the target is, and if his secret soulmateship goes down in the process, well, then maybe he should be happier still.
Except.
Except Grian makes BigB a grave.
Scar had died on him so many times and never got one. Scar had died to him, just like BigB did, and still was left with nothing but sand and cacti to choke on as a ghost. Grian had jumped, is the thing, instead of making a grave, and shouldn’t that be a better declaration? Shouldn’t he be more content with the statement that amounted to “I can’t live without you”, than a statement that amounted to “I will mourn you for as long as I live?” Grian had died for him, and Grian had killed for him. How dare he expect anything more?
How dare he want smiles, want confessions, or a beautiful sunset behind a hill as they talk? Grian kills for him; how dare he want anything else, even if the thing he wants is just some whispered words?
Grian laughs, and snarks, and screams. Grian kills and dies when he’s fully devoted, because it’s a death game, and there’s nothing that will ever matter more. Grian doesn’t – because why would he – spare, or live.
So really, really, what does it matter if all Scar wants is some bread?
2K notes
·
View notes