BATTLE READY.

indie james griffin vld / sideblog to thosepeas

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war of the foxes, richard siken

[stardustalien]

James: Alright listen up you little shits

James: Not you, Leif. You’re an angel and we are thrilled to have you.

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I came a long way to find you.

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[thosepeas]

obligatory post about how activity will be slowing down now that school’s started ! i’ll try to be here when i can but you can always reach me on discord

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Paper Towns B-roll

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[arespilot]

me, crying: why didn’t the mfes get seats at the table in the war room why did they make them stand the whole time

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Just some appreciation for the new kids in town ✨✨✨

[arespilot]

me: i’m too shy to post a selfie for munday :( also me: can’t stop sending kat, albs, n aish pics of me in my new skirt from target

[james-x-ina]

If the MFE pilots had been in “The Feud” episode James would have voted for Ina to be free and that’s the truth

[artistbydaydreamerbynight]

YES

If someone disagrees you can fite me

[cantamikeytar]

Y’all gonna make me flippin WRITE IT.

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Bob: All right, MFE pilots, it’s time for the final round! Each of you will now have the chance to vote for who on your team is most worth to leave the game. You have Blazzle Hooches to write a name down!

The pilots startle as blue dividers appear between them and pens appear in their hands. The timer STARTS.

Rizavi taps on the divider, irritated. Kinkade, ever the stoic, stares at the screen. Griffin frowns for a moment, but doesn’t think long before he decides. Leifsdotter mutters to herself for a minute before writing a name down. 

The time BEEPS to an end. The dividers disappear.

Bob: Leifsdotter, we’ll start with you. Who did you vote for?

An image of Kinkade appears on her screen. 

Bob: Interesting. Why Kinkade?

Leifsdotter: Truthfully, by my calculations, anyone here is a capable pilot able to serve the universe aptly, but factoring in the emotional devastation of losing one’s entire team, I deduced Kinkade is the the optimal choice, as he is least likely to act rashly out of emotion. 

The other pilots and Bob look at Kinkade awkwardly. 

Kinkade: Thank…you?

Bob: Hmm. Kinkade, how about you? Who got your vote?

An image of Rizavi appears. 

Rizavi gasps, touched.

Rizavi: Kinkade! Really? 

Bob: Why Rizavi, Kinkade?

Kinkade: If Rizavi is stuck here for eternity doing nothing, she’ll drive rest of us crazy. 

Rizavi growls at him. 

Rizavi: Oh come on! 

Bob: Rizavi, who did you vote for?

An image of Griffin flashes on the screen.

Bob: Griffin, huh?

Rizavi: Well yeah. He’s our leader. He’s the best pilot, (mumbling) even though I’m actually faster but he only scored higher because of “technical ability” whatever that’s worth I mean what does it matter if–

Bob clears his throat. 

Rizavi: But yeah, I picked Griffin. We gotta hit the Galra as hard as we can, and he’s the guy to do that.

Griffin and Rizavi bump fists. 

Bob: And last but not least! Griffin, you’re the leader of this fine team of pilots, cool under pressure, notorious rule-follower–which person do you believe most deserves to leave? 

An image of Leifsdotter appears on James’s screen.

Griffin: I chose Leifsdotter. The truth is, we’re all far stronger as a team, but if there’s any one of us who can make the most difference out there, who deserves to get out of here, it’s Leifsdotter. She’s not just smart, but she’s able to see things that everyone else misses, which means she appreciates it more. I guess you could say that she’ll get more out of life than the rest of us.

Leifsdotter stares at him with genuine surprise, a rare sight. He just stares back tenderly.

Rizavi starts punching Kinkade’s arm.

Rizavi: I knew it I knew it I knew it–

Kinkade: Ow. Ow. Ow. 

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The Lone Wolf

ahhh, my first post after s7, I FELL IN LOVE WITH GRIFFIN. I was on a long family vacation so I barely had time to draw during the trip but i’m back! 

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relationship / intimacy headcanons !

james isn’t good at being Soft -- he’s not good at cuddling ( he’s very tense all the time, doesn’t relax well ) or little touches ( hand holding kinda skeeves him out ) or admitting his feelings ( not that there was much time for it during the end of the world ) and it kind of adds up to him being this really weird emotionally suppressed person

and it’s something that he doesn’t think is a problem usually? because james is an incredible soldier, and has proved that on more occasions than anyone can count. but outside the uniform? it’s like he doesn’t know who he is

he probably has a lot of feelings that he doesn’t know how to identify -- when he was a kid he definitely had some jealousy issues with keith, but it manifested as him being an intolerable ass-hat instead of a kid that wanted attention, and now that he’s older he doesn’t really know how to voice his need for people to acknowledge him, both in and out of professional atmospheres and it, again, leads to frustration

also we’re gonna be getting a lil vaguely nsf/w here so i put it under the cut but like.. just because he can’t voice how he’s feeling emotionally doesn’t mean he doesn’t understand stuff physically? like i don’t wanna get nasty or anything i really don’t like writing nsf/w shit to begin with but let’s just say james takes care of himself and he doesn’t make it a Big Deal it’s probably just something he does it in the shower whenever he has to relieve some tension

i think about this a lot bc i think it’s funny but james definitely gets adrenaline boners and if you point them out he Will fight you ( actually he’ll probably be too embarrassed to do anything but Still )

he could make being in a relationship work, if he really cared about the person ( or persons, in the case of the MFEs xoxo ) but no matter how much they matter to him, the garrison and his career is going to come first. maybe he’ll be able to settle down once he’s out of immediate danger and doesn’t have to jump into a jet to go save the world every two seconds, but i don’t think there’s a chance for a lasting relationship with him while he’s actively defending his planet

but on the off chance that you do date him and getting jiggy w/ it he’s one of those people that’s very giving in bed i have a feeling he would be way more focused on his partner’s pleasure over his own, so that’s a bonus 

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Griffin: I’m tired of people always telling me to ‘go to the medic’ and that ‘I’ve lost a lot of blood’. It’s my severe head injury, not yours. Stay out of it.

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griffin and kinkade? fuck me up

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REDBONDED

   keith blinks; really, he’s got no time to do anything besides that — and, well, listen to james (who seems so keen on talking to him, now that the silent treatment rode its wave.)

   but this is not a shade of james, asking—did he really?—to be a part of this.  this is rule-breaking.  this was the difference between them: crisp uniform, tempered salute, neat hair, that stick up his ass.  james has gotten taller, filled that uniform in a way better suited for war.

(something else changed, too, but he can’t put a finger to it; he’s not sure why it matters.)

   keith digs his fingers against the garrison uniform he jacked, pushing the fabric into his biceps.  he stays at a distance, eyeing james wordlessly, like he’s testing possible retorts, arguments, deterrents.  when none come to mind, there’s only one option left.

   “moonlight ride,”  he corrects, a long, burdened sigh releasing the tense line of his shoulders.  he takes a step forward and uncrosses his arms.  “we’ll need something quiet.”

    the hangar he leads keith to is much smaller, more akin to a garage than anything else. rizavi’s dragged him here more times than he cares to count, either after training or during their rec time. he’s a better pilot, has more control, but she always kicked his ass racing all-terrain. james is glad he doesn’t have to go against keith.

   he makes his way to the back, past a few of the flashier bikes and scooters, one of the prototype AW cruisers, to a much smaller vehicle. it’s equipped with a roll cage, side and top open to the elements. he and the other MFEs used to joke it was a glorified golf cart, and would often see commanders and captains riding them around the garrison campus, but it would work for tonight.

   he leans over into the driver’s seat, coaxing it on to check the stats. “it’s completely electric,” he explains as he fidgets with the digital display, pushing himself back up. “quietest vehicle with the best top speed to distance ratio. battery’s full, so we can get at least 35, 40 miles out of it before it needs a recharge.”

    crossing around the back, james pops open the trunk hatch. two helmets, and a pair of riding jackets. convenient. he tosses of the helmets to keith, then busies himself with finding a neutralizer. when he glances over his shoulder to call back, his grin is sly. “you’ll be able to handle driving that thing, right?”