[she-ramen]

the she-ra reboot makes this video relevant again which means we are in the best timeline

[she-ramen]

the kids these days dont know this masterpiece…they will learn

[hawberries]

i have had a rough couple of weeks so i’m easing back into this whole “doing art” thing by painting my favourite bad and terrible man :) 💜💜💜

[image is a watercolour painting of Jiang Cheng standing stoically, the hand wearing Zidian raised and glaring down his nose at the camera. a field of lilac-colored lotuses is in the background, and a streak of purple lighting arcs down behind him, leading to his raised hand.]

[dearkaelsman]

//Oversaturated the skin tone a bit, but I'm really happy with Dad!Dearka otherwise.

[mirialliahaw]

Cinematic Adventure RPG, The Seven Deadly Sins: Grand Cross http://7ds.netmarble.com Set off on a new adventure with friends! Download: https://www.facebook.com/7ds.en

[lotr-shitposts]

[pati79]

OMG

[silver-tongues-blog]

i lost it at jondor

[mirialliahaw]

@eigwayne this gif is for you, friend.

[dearkaelsman]

“So you’re my future groom? You’re not what I expected at all.”

“What - you thought I’d be scary or unusual?” Dearka Elsman raised an eyebrow, mischief dancing in his eyes and a smirk playing on his lips. “Isn’t that what Naturals say about Coordinators?”

He set the book he was reading aside, standing to greet the woman who was to become his wife in a few months time as part of a pilot initiative to address both the growing fertility problem on the PLANTS with Coordinators, and animosity and discrimination between Coordinators and Naturals.

Dearka, a proud ZAFT soldier and veteran of both Bloody Valentine wars, had his doubts the initiative would work based on what he’d seen on the battlefield. However, as it was his own father’s brainchild (thanks Dad), he’d been volunteered to be the very first to marry a Natural.

He wasn’t thrilled, but he’d known for some time that if he ever wanted a family, he’d likely end up in an arranged marriage. How much different could one be to a Natural?

His looked over the woman before him, buttoning the top button of his grey blazer (his parents advised against wearing his uniform), before holding out his hand to shake hers.

“You’re not what I expected either - you’re cute, for a former Earth Alliance soldier.”

[dearkaelsman]

mirialliahaw:

When Dearka stood, she did as well. Miriallia continued to hold on to the coffee she had barely touched. Which at first had been to spite him since he insisted on paying and they were bickering at the same time. Now it was because she had forgot about it.

Since the photographer had been asked if she would be willing to bridge the gap in communication, she hadn’t stopped to truly consider what risks really came with the relationship. There would be people that hated them as a couple not because they did anything wrong, but because of choices that were made for them before they were born. The threat on their lives would be very real outside of the PLANTs. In reality, even inside them too.

“It may be worth asking. At least it would provide some protection while we were out.” Miriallia finally replied. “And to answer your question…No, I haven’t fired a gun before. I didn’t receive proper training to enlist in the military. My circumstances were unique to my situation. Do you think it would be a good idea for me to learn? Is it something you think you could teach me?”

Dearka slowly started walking out of the park and back towards the shops. He was having a hard time getting a read on the young woman so far, and he hoped things might get easier when they had something to do, even if shopping wasn’t among his most favourite things to do.

He stopped in his tracks, though, when she said she’d never fired a gun before.

“You’ve never shot a gun at all? They didn’t have firing ranges or anything on your ship?” Dearka figured she might not be great at it, but he hadn’t expected her to be a complete firearms virgin.

“It would be a good idea for you to learn. Are you sure you want me teaching you, given how much we’ve been arguing? I’d rather not end up with you pointing a gun at me.”

[mirialliahaw]

Miriallia walked alongside Dearka, window shopping as they went along. While she enjoyed shopping she was sure that her companion did not. After they parted for the day she could just go back out and browse the shops thoroughly. There were some nice wallets and other small accessories that she would have liked to grab.

When the blonde made a surprised remark about not shooting a gun, she returned her attention to him. “No, I’ve never fired a gun. There is a fire range on the ship but I no one every taught me how to use one.” The brunette replied. She wasn’t embarrassed or ashame. There wasn’t a reason for her to fire one so why should she?

“If I wanted to hurt you, I would have already done it. I don’t need a gun to know your family jewels are your weak spot.” Miriallia looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “If you think me knowing how to fire a gun would be beneficial then you should be the one to teach me. You are the trained soldier out of the two of us.”

[mirialliahaw]

“horny” im screaming

//Hahaha Dearka-mun pointed out that at least it matches Dearka’s results. Lol I guess I couldn’t ask for more than that, right?

[dearkaelsman]

//I mean...how many characters on the show have more than one canon relationship? I don't know that Miriallia's is that far off.

[mirialliahaw]

//Pimp daddy Zala doesn’t count?

[mirialliahaw]

“horny” im screaming

//Hahaha Dearka-mun pointed out that at least it matches Dearka’s results. Lol I guess I couldn’t ask for more than that, right?

[dearkaelsman]

“So you’re my future groom? You’re not what I expected at all.”

“What - you thought I’d be scary or unusual?” Dearka Elsman raised an eyebrow, mischief dancing in his eyes and a smirk playing on his lips. “Isn’t that what Naturals say about Coordinators?”

He set the book he was reading aside, standing to greet the woman who was to become his wife in a few months time as part of a pilot initiative to address both the growing fertility problem on the PLANTS with Coordinators, and animosity and discrimination between Coordinators and Naturals.

Dearka, a proud ZAFT soldier and veteran of both Bloody Valentine wars, had his doubts the initiative would work based on what he’d seen on the battlefield. However, as it was his own father’s brainchild (thanks Dad), he’d been volunteered to be the very first to marry a Natural.

He wasn’t thrilled, but he’d known for some time that if he ever wanted a family, he’d likely end up in an arranged marriage. How much different could one be to a Natural?

His looked over the woman before him, buttoning the top button of his grey blazer (his parents advised against wearing his uniform), before holding out his hand to shake hers.

“You’re not what I expected either - you’re cute, for a former Earth Alliance soldier.”

[dearkaelsman]

mirialliahaw:

Miriallia listened with interest as he spoke about the maintenance routine for ZAFT soldiers. She was impressed with the amount of skills that Dearka had. Not only did he know how to pilot the machine, he needed to know how to repair it in case there was a shortage of staff. Kira never really spoke much on the topic so she hadn’t invested too much time in how it worked.

“I never realized how much pilots had to know about their machines.” She replied. “I also understand a little bit more about why you wouldn’t want to go to a sandy desert if you were the one getting it out of the joints of your machine.”

When he spoke about their soon to be celebrity status. She had anticipated some publicity for their relationship but she hadn’t thought much on blue cosmos. They would want to target them and any children that came from their marriage.

“Good thing I’ll have you with me to take on Blue Cosmos.” Miriallia gave him a smile. “We’ll have to make sure we’re paying close attention to our surroundings. We wouldn’t want them to get a jump on us.”

“I don’t know how things work with the Earth Forces, but there’s less of us Coordinators, so everyone tends to take on more than their counterparts in other militaries,” Dearka explained. “Technically, ZAFT isn’t a traditional military, either, but not much is traditional when you live on colonies in space. That’s part of why I didn’t like the desert - the sand was one thing, but the heat was something I’m not really used to up here.”

He stood up from the bench, waiting for her to join him so they could walk the streets for a bit. For the time being, it was doubtful anyone was aware of their situation or that she was a natural, so it was best to take advantage of their freedom while they had it.

A grin played on his lips when she talked about Blue Cosmos, though. They were a very real threat, but it was nice to play it off like they weren’t, and easier to do so while they were on the PLANTs where security would make it hard for them to get in.

“No, we wouldn’t. I wonder if ZAFT will let me carry a gun just in case - it would be better than having bodyguards,” he said. “You know how to shoot, too, right? Being a former soldier yourself?”

[mirialliahaw]

When Dearka stood, she did as well. Miriallia continued to hold on to the coffee she had barely touched. Which at first had been to spite him since he insisted on paying and they were bickering at the same time. Now it was because she had forgot about it.

Since the photographer had been asked if she would be willing to bridge the gap in communication, she hadn’t stopped to truly consider what risks really came with the relationship. There would be people that hated them as a couple not because they did anything wrong, but because of choices that were made for them before they were born. The threat on their lives would be very real outside of the PLANTs. In reality, even inside them too.

“It may be worth asking. At least it would provide some protection while we were out.” Miriallia finally replied. “And to answer your question...No, I haven’t fired a gun before. I didn’t receive proper trainingto enlist in the military. My circumstances were unique to my situation. Do you think it would be a good idea for me to learn? Is it something you think you could teach me?”

[mirialliahaw]

Vibe Check

Tagged by: @nicolamalfi

Tagging: Any of you lovelies that would like to try!

[dearkaelsman]

“So you’re my future groom? You’re not what I expected at all.”

“What - you thought I’d be scary or unusual?” Dearka Elsman raised an eyebrow, mischief dancing in his eyes and a smirk playing on his lips. “Isn’t that what Naturals say about Coordinators?”

He set the book he was reading aside, standing to greet the woman who was to become his wife in a few months time as part of a pilot initiative to address both the growing fertility problem on the PLANTS with Coordinators, and animosity and discrimination between Coordinators and Naturals.

Dearka, a proud ZAFT soldier and veteran of both Bloody Valentine wars, had his doubts the initiative would work based on what he’d seen on the battlefield. However, as it was his own father’s brainchild (thanks Dad), he’d been volunteered to be the very first to marry a Natural.

He wasn’t thrilled, but he’d known for some time that if he ever wanted a family, he’d likely end up in an arranged marriage. How much different could one be to a Natural?

His looked over the woman before him, buttoning the top button of his grey blazer (his parents advised against wearing his uniform), before holding out his hand to shake hers.

“You’re not what I expected either - you’re cute, for a former Earth Alliance soldier.”

[dearkaelsman]

((Arranged Marriage posts 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 ))

Dearka shook his head.

“We have full repair crews, but as it’s the pilot who ultimately has to deal with any changes to the machine, we’re pretty hands on. We get things done faster that way, freeing up time for target practice, working out, reports, sleep - those sorts of things,” he said. “On Earth there was fewer crew to help - and they didn’t know the machines like we did.”

He wasn’t concerned about basic military procedure getting out there. It wouldn’t change battle strength, and from what he gathered, the Archangel had been an anomaly in that respect, working with a skeleton crew, and just two pilots for most of the time they’d been chasing them down. Once he no longer saw the ship as an enemy, he was actually impressed at what it managed to do - survive against all odds.

He glanced at her when she made mention of their marriage, surprised she wasn’t already pulling out of it herself. She was right about the attention that would be on them. For now there was some freedom to their relationship, but it wasn’t expected to last.

“My father had me speak with his communications specialist about how to act with this. Apparently they expect paparazzi-style treatment, with people photographing us when we go out, reporting our every move,” he said. “The problem is that makes us an easy target for extremist groups - Blue Cosmos or otherwise, which means we might end up with a security detail.”

[mirialliahaw]

Miriallia listened with interest as he spoke about the maintanence routine for ZAFT soldiers. She was impressed with the amount of skills that Dearka had. Not only did he know how to pilot the machine, he needed to know how to repair it in case there was a shortage of staff. Kira never really spoke much on the topic so she hadn’t invested too much time in how it worked.

“I never realized how much pilots had to know about their machines.” She replied. “I also understand a little bit more about why you wouldn’t want to go to a sandy desert if you were the one getting it out of the joints of your machine.”

When he spoke about their soon to be celebrity status. She had anticipated some publicity for their relationship but she hadn’t thought much on blue cosmos. They would want to target them and any children that came from their marriage.

“Good thing I’ll have you with me to take on Blue Cosmos.” Miriallia gave him a smile. “We’ll have to make sure we’re paying close attention to our surroundings. We wouldn’t want them to get a jump on us.”

[dearkaelsman]

“So you’re my future groom? You’re not what I expected at all.”

“What - you thought I’d be scary or unusual?” Dearka Elsman raised an eyebrow, mischief dancing in his eyes and a smirk playing on his lips. “Isn’t that what Naturals say about Coordinators?”

He set the book he was reading aside, standing to greet the woman who was to become his wife in a few months time as part of a pilot initiative to address both the growing fertility problem on the PLANTS with Coordinators, and animosity and discrimination between Coordinators and Naturals.

Dearka, a proud ZAFT soldier and veteran of both Bloody Valentine wars, had his doubts the initiative would work based on what he’d seen on the battlefield. However, as it was his own father’s brainchild (thanks Dad), he’d been volunteered to be the very first to marry a Natural.

He wasn’t thrilled, but he’d known for some time that if he ever wanted a family, he’d likely end up in an arranged marriage. How much different could one be to a Natural?

His looked over the woman before him, buttoning the top button of his grey blazer (his parents advised against wearing his uniform), before holding out his hand to shake hers.

“You’re not what I expected either - you’re cute, for a former Earth Alliance soldier.”

[dearkaelsman]

((Arranged Marriage posts 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6))

The battles that happened not long after the “Zala team” snuck into Orb weren’t ones Dearka would soon forget.

There were elements of those battles that were stuck vividly in his mind - from the feeling of desperation all four pilots had, wanting to prove they weren’t failures and finally take the strike down, to how ever clap of thunder vibrated his machine - a phenomenon none of them had ever experienced on the PLANTs or in space.

He remembered vaguely how Athrun seemed to up his fighting against the Strike, and most of all he remembered Nicol’s final words, his teammates screams, and the shock and horror that coursed through him as Nicol was killed.

He remembered how much more determined they were in the next battle, feeling like he had to take lead with how emotional Athrun and Yzak were being, and how badly he wanted to take down that damned annoying fighter that got in his way of destroying the ship. Instead, the pilot escaped with a damaged wing, while he and Buster were knocked into a cliff. It was at that location that he was taken prisoner - his machine powerless, and injured himself.

“It wasn’t me,” he said quietly. “I was taken down in those battles. It’s how I ended up a prisoner.”

He finished his coffee, discarding the cup in the garbage bin beside the bench.

“Honestly, I wasn’t really bothered when I found out. That more than anything told me she wasn’t the one. And after Lacus decided I should be promoted, I was too busy with work to really think about dating.”

[mirialliahaw]

The three words Dearka spoke seemed to resonate in her mind.  It wasn’t him? How could he be so sure? He had been on the island when Tolle was killed.  Buster hadn’t really been part of the fight so it had made sense.  It was still almost a little unnerving to know that the man beside her had been on the same battlefield, just feet away from where her boyfriend had died.   Miriallia desperately wanted to change the subject. She was relieved that Deara hadn’t been the one to end Tolle’s life, it was still difficult for her to keep thinking about. Especially since the pair were supposed to be trying to hit it off and make this relationship work.   “Well, if this doesn’t work….being busy at work will almost be a miracle right? You’ll have some place to escape to.  I am hoping it does work. It’ll be nice to have someone to spend time with.  Do you enjoy traveling? I know you do in the military, but I meant more in the vacation sense.” 

If she was going to put her best foot forward she was going to need to 

[dearkaelsman]

Dearka didn’t fight her changing the subject, and was kind of glad she had. He wasn’t keen on getting into a huge discussion on her dead boyfriend, partly because the mood between them had already proved to be volatile, and also because the arrangement scenario was tricky enough without the addition of feeling like a rebound or replacement.

“I like knowing I can make a difference, and work has seemed like the most important thing to do, given I’ve already been in two wars. But my mother said it might only seem important because I don’t have someone else in my life. It might be nice to have more to my life than ZAFT,” he said.

When she asked about traveling though, he shook his head.

“I haven’t done much other than with the military. When I was really little, we went to Egypt because it was in ZAFT controlled territory, but I don’t really remember the trip. It’s not exactly the easiest thing for Coordinators to travel on Earth, usually,” he said.

“The PLANTs are mostly the same - they’re all designed for function and just 16 kilometres wide, so when you travel it’s to go to specific events or like a museum or zoo or something, not to go some place where the landscape is different like on Earth. I take it you like travelling?

[mirialliahaw]

Miriallia understood the feeling about burying yourself into work. It had been how she had handled things after the wars. It was easier for her to forget her lonliness when she was busy chasing a story. It had been how she discovered her love of travel.

“Egypt, huh? I passed through a desert with the archangel but I didn’t really get to stop and sight see. Would it be some place you want to go back?” The journalist in her couldn’t help but continue to drill the man with questions. There was so much she didnt know about him and this was one of the only ways she knew how to find out.

“Do you ever get bored of the PLANTS? Not that I am unhappy here or anything but wouldn’t you want to just go for a random drive and find something new? Or be out for a walk and get caught unexpectedly in the rain?” Miriallia continued her flood of questions. “I am still trying to adjust to how….regulated things are up here. It’s quite a difference.”

[dearkaelsman]

“I don’t imagine you did get time to sightsee - we were chasing you guys pretty hard. Not that Yzak and I saw a lot of action in the desert - the Tiger was trying to prove he was better than Commander Le Creuset, so he made us act as support for the ship,” Dearka said, amusement creeping back onto this features, until a more sheepish look replaced it.

“Sorry - I’m not trying to steer conversation back to the war.”

He rubbed his neck for a moment. There was definitely a different culture on Earth as opposed to the PLANTs, and it showed itself more than anything in their difference in weather. The way Miriallia described it, she clearly found joy in the spontaneity of it, but Dearka, who’d grown up with regulated weather his whole life, hadn’t been a huge fan of it when he’d been on Earth. He never had to question what he was wearing on the PLANTs, or if it would rain and how much. He certainly didn’t have to deal with storms and threats of natural disasters.

Then there was the ability to, as she said, go for a drive and find something new. Each colony was its own city, and while there were alotted areas for agriculture, there weren’t the countrysides or natural areas there were on Earth. Instead, there was the endless expanse of the galaxy around them, so travel in Dearka’s mind was to places like Copernicus, or going on space cruises where one could go swimming with a full view of the stars and Earth aboard a space yacht.

“I guess I would like to go back and actually see some of the places we passed through - Earth was a bit of a culture shock for me because I’m used to the regulation. It was frustrating to get caught in rain when we didn’t expect it, and not going to lie - storms are a lot freakier than I thought they’d be,” he said. “Travelling is what draws a lot of Coordinators to Earth - but there’s cruises up here and things like that. They’re a little different, but being out in space is cool, too.”

[mirialliahaw]

“We can talk about war. We just need to respect each other’s opinion on the topic.” Miriallia gave him a smile. He seemed to have some sort of amusing thought that was associated with his time in the dessert. Trying to be the bigger person, she extended the olive branch. “I take it you two didn’t do well as support?”

The brunette leaned back against the bench, crossing a leg over top of the other. She was aware of his arm that was right behind her. They probably looked very muhc like a couple. Little did they know they were currently only playing the part.

“I haven’t explored much of space for fun. Maybe that is something that you can show me while I visit.” She suggested. “I think there will be things we like about each of our areas. I can think of a few places that you might enjoy on Earth that I would like to take you. However, since you have Epyptian heritage that would be a really great place to visit. There is so much history there!’

[dearkaelsman]

Dearka thought back to his time on the desert and under the Desert Tiger. The man had been every bit as infamous as Rau Le Creuset, but clearly much more sane. It should’ve been an honour to be under him, but at the time, fresh off of being embarrassed at the orbital battle (and falling through Earth’s atmosphere, which had been no fun task), they’d been looking to prove themselves, not stand aboard the Lesseps shooting only at what got through the forward lines.

“No one told us about the effects the desert has on our machines - we were assigned to space, so it wasn’t what we were trained for. Our beams dissipated too quickly, our machines couldn’t move in the sand…I swear I was still finding sand in the joints of Buster weeks later,” he said.

It wasn’t lost on him what they looked like when she leaned back against the bench, his arm behind her, and he couldn’t help the small grin that appeared on  his face. She wasn’t quite close enough, but for now, he’d take it as a step forward in their very new relationship.

“I’m sure we can take a trip to Copernicus or something. Space travel can be sketchy if tensions between the Earth forces and PLANTs are on the rise, but I haven’t been called off short leave, so it’s OK for the time being,” he said. “I’d rather visit places near you first, I think. The desert was a bit much, heat-wise.”

[mirialliahaw]

“Do you choose to do your own suit repair?” Miriallia asked, continuing to relax with his arm around her shoulders. “Kira had to do system maintenance while the mechanics took care of the bigger repairs. I didn’t know if it was the same. If you can’t share the information, I understand.”

The last thing impression the brunette wanted to give him was that she was only asking these questions because she was interested in military installations. In fact, she was asking because he seemed to be enjoying the memories. Miriallia found it intriguing to learn more about the other side of the war. They were fighting in almost every same battle but the experiences were so vastly different. It was strange for him to have points that he appeared to have enjoyed.

“I am going to have to do some research when I am back in my hotel room. My interest is piqued at the idea of Space Cruises. I do understand about playing it safe for the time being. Hopefully our marriage will end up lightening the tension. Your father is still a councilman, afterall.” Miriallia looked over to him, curious about what kind of expression he would have. After their fight earlier, would he show traces of not wanting to proceed with the marriage?

“When I am not traveling I stay with my parents in ORB. The beaches are nice to visit as well as a couple other spots. Of course, this will also have to wait. While I think you would be safe to go to ORB, there is a lot of political attention on us.”

[dearkaelsman]

“So you’re my future groom? You’re not what I expected at all.”

“What - you thought I’d be scary or unusual?” Dearka Elsman raised an eyebrow, mischief dancing in his eyes and a smirk playing on his lips. “Isn’t that what Naturals say about Coordinators?”

He set the book he was reading aside, standing to greet the woman who was to become his wife in a few months time as part of a pilot initiative to address both the growing fertility problem on the PLANTS with Coordinators, and animosity and discrimination between Coordinators and Naturals.

Dearka, a proud ZAFT soldier and veteran of both Bloody Valentine wars, had his doubts the initiative would work based on what he’d seen on the battlefield. However, as it was his own father’s brainchild (thanks Dad), he’d been volunteered to be the very first to marry a Natural.

He wasn’t thrilled, but he’d known for some time that if he ever wanted a family, he’d likely end up in an arranged marriage. How much different could one be to a Natural?

His looked over the woman before him, buttoning the top button of his grey blazer (his parents advised against wearing his uniform), before holding out his hand to shake hers.

“You’re not what I expected either - you’re cute, for a former Earth Alliance soldier.”

[dearkaelsman]

((Arranged Marriage posts 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6))

The battles that happened not long after the “Zala team” snuck into Orb weren’t ones Dearka would soon forget.

There were elements of those battles that were stuck vividly in his mind - from the feeling of desperation all four pilots had, wanting to prove they weren’t failures and finally take the strike down, to how ever clap of thunder vibrated his machine - a phenomenon none of them had ever experienced on the PLANTs or in space.

He remembered vaguely how Athrun seemed to up his fighting against the Strike, and most of all he remembered Nicol’s final words, his teammates screams, and the shock and horror that coursed through him as Nicol was killed.

He remembered how much more determined they were in the next battle, feeling like he had to take lead with how emotional Athrun and Yzak were being, and how badly he wanted to take down that damned annoying fighter that got in his way of destroying the ship. Instead, the pilot escaped with a damaged wing, while he and Buster were knocked into a cliff. It was at that location that he was taken prisoner - his machine powerless, and injured himself.

“It wasn’t me,” he said quietly. “I was taken down in those battles. It’s how I ended up a prisoner.”

He finished his coffee, discarding the cup in the garbage bin beside the bench.

“Honestly, I wasn’t really bothered when I found out. That more than anything told me she wasn’t the one. And after Lacus decided I should be promoted, I was too busy with work to really think about dating.”

[mirialliahaw]

The three words Dearka spoke seemed to resonate in her mind.  It wasn’t him? How could he be so sure? He had been on the island when Tolle was killed.  Buster hadn’t really been part of the fight so it had made sense.  It was still almost a little unnerving to know that the man beside her had been on the same battlefield, just feet away from where her boyfriend had died.   Miriallia desperately wanted to change the subject. She was relieved that Deara hadn’t been the one to end Tolle’s life, it was still difficult for her to keep thinking about. Especially since the pair were supposed to be trying to hit it off and make this relationship work.   “Well, if this doesn’t work….being busy at work will almost be a miracle right? You’ll have some place to escape to.  I am hoping it does work. It’ll be nice to have someone to spend time with.  Do you enjoy traveling? I know you do in the military, but I meant more in the vacation sense.” 

If she was going to put her best foot forward she was going to need to 

[dearkaelsman]

Dearka didn’t fight her changing the subject, and was kind of glad she had. He wasn’t keen on getting into a huge discussion on her dead boyfriend, partly because the mood between them had already proved to be volatile, and also because the arrangement scenario was tricky enough without the addition of feeling like a rebound or replacement.

“I like knowing I can make a difference, and work has seemed like the most important thing to do, given I’ve already been in two wars. But my mother said it might only seem important because I don’t have someone else in my life. It might be nice to have more to my life than ZAFT,” he said.

When she asked about traveling though, he shook his head.

“I haven’t done much other than with the military. When I was really little, we went to Egypt because it was in ZAFT controlled territory, but I don’t really remember the trip. It’s not exactly the easiest thing for Coordinators to travel on Earth, usually,” he said.

“The PLANTs are mostly the same - they’re all designed for function and just 16 kilometres wide, so when you travel it’s to go to specific events or like a museum or zoo or something, not to go some place where the landscape is different like on Earth. I take it you like travelling?

[mirialliahaw]

Miriallia understood the feeling about burying yourself into work. It had been how she had handled things after the wars. It was easier for her to forget her lonliness when she was busy chasing a story. It had been how she discovered her love of travel.

“Egypt, huh? I passed through a desert with the archangel but I didn’t really get to stop and sight see. Would it be some place you want to go back?” The journalist in her couldn’t help but continue to drill the man with questions. There was so much she didnt know about him and this was one of the only ways she knew how to find out.

“Do you ever get bored of the PLANTS? Not that I am unhappy here or anything but wouldn’t you want to just go for a random drive and find something new? Or be out for a walk and get caught unexpectedly in the rain?” Miriallia continued her flood of questions. “I am still trying to adjust to how….regulated things are up here. It’s quite a difference.”

[dearkaelsman]

“I don’t imagine you did get time to sightsee - we were chasing you guys pretty hard. Not that Yzak and I saw a lot of action in the desert - the Tiger was trying to prove he was better than Commander Le Creuset, so he made us act as support for the ship,” Dearka said, amusement creeping back onto this features, until a more sheepish look replaced it.

“Sorry - I’m not trying to steer conversation back to the war.”

He rubbed his neck for a moment. There was definitely a different culture on Earth as opposed to the PLANTs, and it showed itself more than anything in their difference in weather. The way Miriallia described it, she clearly found joy in the spontaneity of it, but Dearka, who’d grown up with regulated weather his whole life, hadn’t been a huge fan of it when he’d been on Earth. He never had to question what he was wearing on the PLANTs, or if it would rain and how much. He certainly didn’t have to deal with storms and threats of natural disasters.

Then there was the ability to, as she said, go for a drive and find something new. Each colony was its own city, and while there were alotted areas for agriculture, there weren’t the countrysides or natural areas there were on Earth. Instead, there was the endless expanse of the galaxy around them, so travel in Dearka’s mind was to places like Copernicus, or going on space cruises where one could go swimming with a full view of the stars and Earth aboard a space yacht.

“I guess I would like to go back and actually see some of the places we passed through - Earth was a bit of a culture shock for me because I’m used to the regulation. It was frustrating to get caught in rain when we didn’t expect it, and not going to lie - storms are a lot freakier than I thought they’d be,” he said. “Travelling is what draws a lot of Coordinators to Earth - but there’s cruises up here and things like that. They’re a little different, but being out in space is cool, too.”

[mirialliahaw]

“We can talk about war. We just need to respect each other’s opinion on the topic.” Miriallia gave him a smile. He seemed to have some sort of amusing thought that was associated with his time in the dessert. Trying to be the bigger person, she extended the olive branch. “I take it you two didn’t do well as support?”

The brunette leaned back against the bench, crossing a leg over top of the other. She was aware of his arm that was right behind her. They probably looked very muhc like a couple. Little did they know they were currently only playing the part.

“I haven’t explored much of space for fun. Maybe that is something that you can show me while I visit.” She suggested. “I think there will be things we like about each of our areas. I can think of a few places that you might enjoy on Earth that I would like to take you. However, since you have Epyptian heritage that would be a really great place to visit. There is so much history there!’

[dearkaelsman]

“So you’re my future groom? You’re not what I expected at all.”

“What - you thought I’d be scary or unusual?” Dearka Elsman raised an eyebrow, mischief dancing in his eyes and a smirk playing on his lips. “Isn’t that what Naturals say about Coordinators?”

He set the book he was reading aside, standing to greet the woman who was to become his wife in a few months time as part of a pilot initiative to address both the growing fertility problem on the PLANTS with Coordinators, and animosity and discrimination between Coordinators and Naturals.

Dearka, a proud ZAFT soldier and veteran of both Bloody Valentine wars, had his doubts the initiative would work based on what he’d seen on the battlefield. However, as it was his own father’s brainchild (thanks Dad), he’d been volunteered to be the very first to marry a Natural.

He wasn’t thrilled, but he’d known for some time that if he ever wanted a family, he’d likely end up in an arranged marriage. How much different could one be to a Natural?

His looked over the woman before him, buttoning the top button of his grey blazer (his parents advised against wearing his uniform), before holding out his hand to shake hers.

“You’re not what I expected either - you’re cute, for a former Earth Alliance soldier.”

[dearkaelsman]

((Arranged Marriage posts 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6))

The battles that happened not long after the “Zala team” snuck into Orb weren’t ones Dearka would soon forget.

There were elements of those battles that were stuck vividly in his mind - from the feeling of desperation all four pilots had, wanting to prove they weren’t failures and finally take the strike down, to how ever clap of thunder vibrated his machine - a phenomenon none of them had ever experienced on the PLANTs or in space.

He remembered vaguely how Athrun seemed to up his fighting against the Strike, and most of all he remembered Nicol’s final words, his teammates screams, and the shock and horror that coursed through him as Nicol was killed.

He remembered how much more determined they were in the next battle, feeling like he had to take lead with how emotional Athrun and Yzak were being, and how badly he wanted to take down that damned annoying fighter that got in his way of destroying the ship. Instead, the pilot escaped with a damaged wing, while he and Buster were knocked into a cliff. It was at that location that he was taken prisoner - his machine powerless, and injured himself.

“It wasn’t me,” he said quietly. “I was taken down in those battles. It’s how I ended up a prisoner.”

He finished his coffee, discarding the cup in the garbage bin beside the bench.

“Honestly, I wasn’t really bothered when I found out. That more than anything told me she wasn’t the one. And after Lacus decided I should be promoted, I was too busy with work to really think about dating.”

[mirialliahaw]

The three words Dearka spoke seemed to resonate in her mind.  It wasn’t him? How could he be so sure? He had been on the island when Tolle was killed.  Buster hadn’t really been part of the fight so it had made sense.  It was still almost a little unnerving to know that the man beside her had been on the same battlefield, just feet away from where her boyfriend had died.   Miriallia desperately wanted to change the subject. She was relieved that Deara hadn’t been the one to end Tolle’s life, it was still difficult for her to keep thinking about. Especially since the pair were supposed to be trying to hit it off and make this relationship work.   “Well, if this doesn’t work….being busy at work will almost be a miracle right? You’ll have some place to escape to.  I am hoping it does work. It’ll be nice to have someone to spend time with.  Do you enjoy traveling? I know you do in the military, but I meant more in the vacation sense.” 

If she was going to put her best foot forward she was going to need to 

[dearkaelsman]

Dearka didn’t fight her changing the subject, and was kind of glad she had. He wasn’t keen on getting into a huge discussion on her dead boyfriend, partly because the mood between them had already proved to be volatile, and also because the arrangement scenario was tricky enough without the addition of feeling like a rebound or replacement.

“I like knowing I can make a difference, and work has seemed like the most important thing to do, given I’ve already been in two wars. But my mother said it might only seem important because I don’t have someone else in my life. It might be nice to have more to my life than ZAFT,” he said.

When she asked about traveling though, he shook his head.

“I haven’t done much other than with the military. When I was really little, we went to Egypt because it was in ZAFT controlled territory, but I don’t really remember the trip. It’s not exactly the easiest thing for Coordinators to travel on Earth, usually,” he said.

“The PLANTs are mostly the same - they’re all designed for function and just 16 kilometres wide, so when you travel it’s to go to specific events or like a museum or zoo or something, not to go some place where the landscape is different like on Earth. I take it you like travelling?

[mirialliahaw]

Miriallia understood the feeling about burying yourself into work. It had been how she had handled things after the wars. It was easier for her to forget her lonliness when she was busy chasing a story. It had been how she discovered her love of travel.

“Egypt, huh? I passed through a desert with the archangel but I didn’t really get to stop and sight see. Would it be some place you want to go back?” The journalist in her couldn’t help but continue to drill the man with questions. There was so much she didnt know about him and this was one of the only ways she knew how to find out.

“Do you ever get bored of the PLANTS? Not that I am unhappy here or anything but wouldn’t you want to just go for a random drive and find something new? Or be out for a walk and get caught unexpectedly in the rain?” Miriallia continued her flood of questions. “I am still trying to adjust to how....regulated things are up here. It’s quite a difference.”

[studentmyself]

Gundam Seed Freedom Gundam’s First Launch

[nicolamalfi]

📺 Sending this because the other power points have been hilarious!

[mirialliahaw]

//Legit died when I got to “Mullet” on Dearka. This is great! The sunglasses you photoshopped on her were fantastic too! Thank you @nicolamalfi

[dearkaelsman]

“So you’re my future groom? You’re not what I expected at all.”

“What - you thought I’d be scary or unusual?” Dearka Elsman raised an eyebrow, mischief dancing in his eyes and a smirk playing on his lips. “Isn’t that what Naturals say about Coordinators?”

He set the book he was reading aside, standing to greet the woman who was to become his wife in a few months time as part of a pilot initiative to address both the growing fertility problem on the PLANTS with Coordinators, and animosity and discrimination between Coordinators and Naturals.

Dearka, a proud ZAFT soldier and veteran of both Bloody Valentine wars, had his doubts the initiative would work based on what he’d seen on the battlefield. However, as it was his own father’s brainchild (thanks Dad), he’d been volunteered to be the very first to marry a Natural.

He wasn’t thrilled, but he’d known for some time that if he ever wanted a family, he’d likely end up in an arranged marriage. How much different could one be to a Natural?

His looked over the woman before him, buttoning the top button of his grey blazer (his parents advised against wearing his uniform), before holding out his hand to shake hers.

“You’re not what I expected either - you’re cute, for a former Earth Alliance soldier.”

[dearkaelsman]

((Arranged Marriage posts 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6))

The battles that happened not long after the “Zala team” snuck into Orb weren’t ones Dearka would soon forget.

There were elements of those battles that were stuck vividly in his mind - from the feeling of desperation all four pilots had, wanting to prove they weren’t failures and finally take the strike down, to how ever clap of thunder vibrated his machine - a phenomenon none of them had ever experienced on the PLANTs or in space.

He remembered vaguely how Athrun seemed to up his fighting against the Strike, and most of all he remembered Nicol’s final words, his teammates screams, and the shock and horror that coursed through him as Nicol was killed.

He remembered how much more determined they were in the next battle, feeling like he had to take lead with how emotional Athrun and Yzak were being, and how badly he wanted to take down that damned annoying fighter that got in his way of destroying the ship. Instead, the pilot escaped with a damaged wing, while he and Buster were knocked into a cliff. It was at that location that he was taken prisoner - his machine powerless, and injured himself.

“It wasn’t me,” he said quietly. “I was taken down in those battles. It’s how I ended up a prisoner.”

He finished his coffee, discarding the cup in the garbage bin beside the bench.

“Honestly, I wasn’t really bothered when I found out. That more than anything told me she wasn’t the one. And after Lacus decided I should be promoted, I was too busy with work to really think about dating.”

[mirialliahaw]

The three words Dearka spoke seemed to resonate in her mind.  It wasn’t him? How could he be so sure? He had been on the island when Tolle was killed.  Buster hadn’t really been part of the fight so it had made sense.  It was still almost a little unnerving to know that the man beside her had been on the same battlefield, just feet away from where her boyfriend had died.   Miriallia desperately wanted to change the subject. She was relieved that Deara hadn’t been the one to end Tolle’s life, it was still difficult for her to keep thinking about. Especially since the pair were supposed to be trying to hit it off and make this relationship work.   “Well, if this doesn’t work....being busy at work will almost be a miracle right? You’ll have some place to escape to.  I am hoping it does work. It’ll be nice to have someone to spend time with.  Do you enjoy traveling? I know you do in the military, but I meant more in the vacation sense.” 

If she was going to put her best foot forward she was going to need to