Sharpshooter For Mermay

Sometimes I think about Chip and Jay meeting Gillion for the first time. How was it for them exactly?

Gillion, lying on his back on the surface of the water, staring at the sun. Lost, in the middle of an ocean in a place he doesn't know. He should be afraid, but he just feels empty. The bright light is blinding him but he does not care to see. The events of the past few days play endlessly in his mind. His breaking point, his frenzy, the trial, the verdict. The sinking feeling that he's lost every single small bit of what was him and what was his, what he was desperately clinging to. So he doesn't need to see, and there is nothing inside his eyes, cause there is nothing left of Gill.

Did Chip, I wonder see those empty eyes? Did he notice the pain they hold? Before they were masked by excited greeting and a bright smile of a Triton he's grown to know and love, before they shifted into focus, did he look at them and saw his own eyes staring back at him? Did he see the same emptiness he felt when the water swallowed everything he had known and washed him ashore with no direction, the same eyes that reflected the fire of a burning warehouse as he left his life behind once more? Did Jay see it too? Did she see the same loss and grief she expreienced, staring at her sister's grave? Did she understand the same feeling of being isolated, of not feeling like yourself, like you don't belong amongst those who are supposed to be your own?

Is this why they took his hand that day? Was it simple pity or a connection weaved through compassion and a desire to share suffering with another? To help each other feel whole again?

The empty gazes looked at the lost Triton, and his empty eyes stared back. And then, they were together. And with love, care and understanding they share, they see a little clearer now.

HOLY SHIT OMG

The Archivist

fuck you *late 90s/early 2000s cartoons your wonderlust*

tigers. thoughts on yes&no by natalie wee as a fnc coded poem

WHYYYYY WOULD YOU SAY THAT TOOOO MEEEEEE

deadass tho i was like “:0 poem! Wait a damn minute I KNOW THIS POEM YOU FUCKER”

I think part of what fucks me up about it so bad is that initially I’m like “yeah this is chips pov” but then i fucking read it again and GOD does it hurt so much more as Gillion.

Bc the poem reads in the first bit almost as someone worshipping the other, right? With the “get on your knees” and “forgiving vs violence” and i think Chip would view Gillion as the holy one, hes the chosen one, hes the one that must be worshipped, the one with the power of the seas and the sky at his hand.

BUT. Gillion is the one who knows nothing but worship. Of course he’d want to worship Chip. And he wasnt raised to love, let alone love tenderly. Hes the soldier, the one good at violence, the war-machine. The last good thing that shattered in his hands? The shell phone. Before that? He doesnt even know. Because hes never held anything gently before. Chip has at least held the coin, or ollies hand, and he doesnt break those. But gillion? Gillion was made to break those things- emotional ties, the innocents of the oversea.

The poem is Chip on its surface, but in reality i see it as Gillion and i will deadass do a one by one line analysis of that poem and talk about how it could be either of them, if yall want that

i told my friend the other day that i used to read senshi's dialogue in a scottish accent and they said that they sometimes picture chilchuck as irish. had to draw it

so i had an idea

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be quiet guys she has something to say-