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the art and the fic single-handedly sent me into the fish and chips vortex. im obsessed

if you havent read this fish n chips fic yet what are you doing go read it go read it now im STILL thinking about it

yall thank you to the tags because i somehow didn't connect FISH AND CHIPS <333333

🤔 made it to allport in the very fantastical and fictional world of wales

/// jrwi riptide ep 81-82 spoilers

something about how chip casted shape water while thinking of how gillion does it, not knowing it was his own power and not destiny's blade

something about how you can hear the fondness in gillion's voice when he realises chip can cast spells

something about how the spell chip is trying to cast changes to burning hands now that gillion is back

something about how chip and gillion are opposites of each other, just like fire and water

/// jrwi riptide ep 83 spoilers

chip wanting to drop felipe off on an island (with money) so that gillion wouldn't get stabbed every night is true love

in this essay i will -

FNC HEADCANONS (this is /rom)

- gills first kiss was to save jay but chip made sure that the next thousand were for him and him only

- gil’s barrel was subtly moved over towards chip’s hammock. both deny it but jay stays quiet

- after the more intense combat, chip kisses gil’s forehead to bring him back, a warmth against his own colder damp skin

- chip tried to use gross pet names for gil but he just kept adding them to his titles

- gil called chip ‘my dear’ once during combat but it led to chip dropping is sword and nearly losing his leg

- pretzel took the longest to accept chip, she deamed him worthy after finally winning a chess game

i think angelstone would only succeed if peter was orpheus and rumi was eurydice. because rumi would be ever worrying over peter. it's not that they don't trust peter, but they've always intentionally looked out for him. they'd turn around at the first thought or sound of him stumbling

peter on the otherhand might overthink his worries away. similarly, he trusts rumi a lot. but peter's anxious and might turnover thoughts of rumi leaving and second guess the sounds of stumbling over and over until he reaches the surface and rumi is there in the flesh to assure him they made it out together

I don't think any would make it as is the Myth, but yk. You pick who's Orpheus and who's Eurydice.

Having the past he does, Chip probably thinks he's unworthy of many things, but what about Gillion's love? The hero, the champion, practically royalty, raised to be everything Chip is not. In his own eyes, he hasn't changed, not really. He's a bastard and a liar and everything Gillion hates. All he can see in himself are the bad parts, and everything in Gillion is perfect.

On the flip side, Gillion probably thinks the same thing. He's been raised to believe whatever he does is unworthy, so what has he done to deserve Chip's love? The man is unabashedly human, he doesn't pretend to be anything but that. But he lets Gillion stay, despite not being human, despite pretending to be a hero that he isn't anymore. All he can see in himself are the bad parts, and everything in Chip is perfect.

(But none of that hate they think they deserve is true, but Gillion would die for Chip and Chip would kill for Gillion. They don't see the wonder, the adoration in the other man's eyes. They both need this, both need someone so vastly different to tell them that they are loved and worthy and perfect. If only they would say it.)

pov your best friend in the whole world just became one of the things you were taught your whole life to destroy

holy gods i want a printed fic :[

Todays bind! Fools Gold, by @tigers1o1 !!

Personally, I absolutely adore the paper and bookcloth combination on this bind. I got the cloth a while back for free and I’ve been waiting for a chance to use it, and then my friend Cam got me this paper as a gift! It seemed way too perfect to not use!

This was a very exciting bind, because it gave me the opportunity to try something completely new, gilded edges!!

Although it didn’t turn out perfect, I’m still super proud of how clean it ended up. Plus, I personally think the flaws make it better :D

The typesetting here was very exciting for me. A few months ago Ty held a tattoo contest for the fic, and I couldn’t not use them when I saw the two finalist designs. So I went ahead and contacted the artists, and they both said I could use them!!

Title page design: @eldrigeonsss

Chapter header design: @sheeeeeeeepherd

Thank you both again for letting me use your beautiful work!

You can read the fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42798252/chapters/107512251

"Because!" Gillion shouts, refusing to be dislodged. "Because if I know what is wrong I can fix it and you won't die again or at least I will have done everything I could to stop it and when I wake up again I will not look at you-" he hiccups, a sound Chip has never heard Gillion make and does not like hearing one bit as the triton fights back tears. "Because I do not want to look at you when I wake up and see only how I failed. To have the peace of sleep snatched away is bad enough but to have the peace I feel being with you taken too? I can not do that, Chip. I can not lose that. You. Again. So I ask again for you to tell me what has you trying to hide from me." I'm crying I'm sobbing I'm AT THE DINNER TABLE AND TEARS ARE DROPPING FROM MY EYES

Sending Jay ahead was the right thing to do. It was.

But every minute on his own now is worse and worse and worse. It feels like the sun is setting quicker than he's moving, the shadows of the village getting darker and not really any bigger as they travel. Out there, past the small village, rocks the rowboat they arrived in, and further still the dipping sun over the water he and Gillion call home. 

Puddle is going as fast as they can, Chip knows this, recognises the signs of an animal pushing themself further than their limits allow. Chip and Puddle. Racing down an empty road with urgency pumping their hearts and, at least for Chip, a screaming void in his head blocking all cohesive thought. The bracelet on his wrist is useless so far from its counterpart but Chip strains regardless to make sure he notices the very second he's close enough to make out the familiar presence of Gillion's mind nestled next to his. 

Jay is barely a shadow in the sky when he sees her dip back towards land, still a distance from the village and her mother and Gillion Gillion Gillion. His breath scratches in his throat as he watches, waiting to check that she lands on her feet and keeps going, that, despite no shot ringing out, she hasn't been shot down. But no. Of course not. She's moving. Not even a stumble. Her hair is catching the fading light and the idea that they might still be too late is sickening, enough for his stomach to drop and his hands to shake. With every second they aren't there, every moment the spell isn't being done, Gillion is fading. Gillion is dying. Alone. Without either of them. With a stranger he was so desperate to still look his best in front of upon meeting, a stranger who doesn't know him!

May won't thread new braids into his hair in comfort like Jay does. May won't kiss his cheeks like Chip does every night before sleeping just to make the triton smile and stop his constant motion for a heartbeat. She won't know he doesn't like his hand held by anyone but his closest friends, Chip or Jay or Caspian. Will she work out that he needs to be kept damp? That he's more likely to drink if she offers water with salt mixed in? He needs to drink. Needs his strength. 

Jay is flying again, in short bursts now as she tries to make the most of her energy. An angel in the sky. He has to fight back the tide of self-disgust he feels for having no true part in helping here. She'd have gotten the gemstones without him. Maybe even been quicker about it.

Puddle slips on a loose rock and Chip slides, clawing his way back up to being steady on the raccoon's back. Of all the bloody minded things for Gillion to do with the last of his magic, to turn a perfectly suited horse into a raccoon just because they were Jay's favourite. Because he wants to make them smile even when he's dying.

Chips shakes his head and focuses on the flare of Jay's orange hair until she vanishes between the buildings.

***

It's hard. The bed he's on, he means, and it isn't swaying with the bone deep sense of home innate to the waves he's always in or on.

Land? Where were they heading last? 

Why is everything so blurry? So dark?

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He twists towards the side, hoping to turn over and find Chip or Jay nearby to ask his questions to. 

Something stops him short. Tight resistance around wrists he cannot shift and legs he cannot feel and a chest he doesn't recognise the shape and agony of. 

Where? 

Kind words, a gentle but firm voice. Unfamiliar. Unknown. Where's Chip? Where's Jay? 

Pretzel?

Oh. There. 

Pretzel. In his hair, above his head. He can't hear her chirruping purring sound but he can feel it, vaguely. Half removed from the idea of sensation entirely. 

He thinks he manages to convince his body to say something, a hand touches his own and he flinches away. It retreats and settles on his shoulder instead, over his wetsuit. 

The flinch hurt. 

The voice is starting to sound urgent. 

It's dark. 

And the world isn't swaying.

And his friends aren't here. Maybe it's a nightmare. Maybe he just has to grit his teeth and wake up eventually. 

***

The streets are more full than normal, what with the Den being closed for business for the night. Jay dips and throws herself round corners and shortcuts with the surety of being home. People are calling greetings to her, making friendly jabs at her frantic pace. 

She ignores every last one of them. There's no time to worry about good impressions, no spare seconds to feel anxious about being nice. They'll forgive her. Most of them watched her grow up, after all.

She's not sure she can stand for Gillion to die in her home. Not sure how to reconcile the loss with what this place has always been, what she wants it to always be. 

But if she doesn't get these stupid gems there soon, before the sun sets fully probably, knowing their portentously shitty luck, well. Then she won't have a choice about it all. 

The world will be new again, without Gillion. 

It's a world she doesn't want to wake to.

***

They're dead. 

That's the truth of it, that's the burning in his chest, the cause of the vice around his heart. That's why Pretzel is so upset somewhere above him, petting him like he's the one injured. He is, he supposes, if they're both dead. 

What's left for him, what is destiny worth if he can't use it to protect them?

They died in his arms. Under his hands. With their eyes looking up into his for help, for rescue. He let them down. He let them die. 

So maybe he just needs to wake up. 

Or does he?

Which world is real?

Didn't he wake up earlier? With the knife? The ice knife? 

He needs water. Needs to make another. Needs to check. Jay will just heal him if it's real-

If it's real then Jay is dead. 

Fuck. 

Someone is talking to him still. Have they always been? A woman. Talking. Asking him questions, it's in the lilt of her tone, she expects an answer.

He tries to shape a name, a question in return. 

"Chip?" 

He doesn't hear an answer so he tries again, screaming through the pain of grief; he never wanted to meet grief like this. Not with them. 

"Jay?"

There's a gurgling sound and he fears it may have been him. There's movement. A shaking. A rocking but not the sea. Like a body coughing and bending up only to fall back with the effort. Like when Chip was having his nightmares and couldn't stop, couldn't think, couldn't understand. Chip…

Dead. 

They're both dead. 

Right. 

Ice knife.

Wake up. 

Or are they... 

...if they're....then…

***

Chip falls off of Puddle into the dust of the street just as they pass the first home. His knees scrape and the pain is so far away, locked up in a chest in the back of his head for later. The trousers he loves, that Ollie has embroidered silly little sea birds onto the cuffs of under Drey’s patient tutelage, they're maybe ripped. His skin is maybe split and bleeding, the palm of one hand is for sure, blood smearing sticky and wet on his forehead as he pushes his hair out of his eyes, fixes his coat so he can breathe to run.

Puddle collapses into an exhausted lump and Chip would feel bad if he had any time. 

As it is, he's scrambling to his feet, checking the bracelet is still on his wrist, and is bolting to the Eagle's Den with only a shout of apology over his shoulder to the creature. 

People out are slow moving, glorying in what, to them, is the tail end of a beautiful sunset and the start of a warm, sparklingly starlit night. They are not best pleased when he pushes past them, gasping out more apologies that he knows they won't hear as he rushes past, leaping onto and over boxes outside homes and fences separating gardens and growing plots. He doesn't stop. Cannot stop. 

The cresting wave of another's thoughts alongside his own hits hard, nearly knocking him off his feet again, absolutely punching the air from his already tight lungs. He's delirious still, jumping from one half formed idea to the next, remembering and imagining and percieving everything altogether in one muddled mess. It sort of hurts to try to look at too closely but it's still so faint that Chip doesn't dare take his focus away. Gillion can't hear him in return, he knows that, but this way he can know if Jay is there, if the spell is being done.

Only...nothing. Gillion is so far gone, slowing and slurring even in his mind...no…

Chip hops the last fence in his way and pushes through the burning in his lungs, the closed door ahead taunting him. Tempting him. Teasing with what little good he'll even be able to do in this situation when he does get there. 

Gillion's thoughts vanish in one silent drop three steps away from the door.

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!! MAJOR JRWI EPISODE 114 SPOILERS AHEAD !!

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I just had a sick and twisted fucking thought about episode 114 and I need to share it to the world.

Okay, so Chip realises his mistake- trusting Gillion's clone and failing to see the red flags because, well it's Gill (I could go on a rant about this too)- Gillion's clone has pushed him to the ground and is towering over him. If Chip could bleed, his nose would probably be bloody.

And at this exact moment, where Chip can't use his magic to defend himself and his best-friend is threatening to kill him- we cut back to the real Gillion, who is running up these flights of stairs away from a monster that could literally breathe on him and end his life, he's on 1HP.

AND HERE'S THE THING. HERE'S WHAT I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT.

Destiny's Blade glows in Gillion's hands and whispers that, 'Chip is about to die.'

Gillion- with zero hesitation- goes running to find him and save his life.

THIS SCENE HAS SO MANY LAYERS TO IT- YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW, MAN- ISTG.

So, for starters, Chip is undead- he physically cannot die, or at least not very easily; I'm guessing that it would take an incredibly powerful, god like entity/bad guy to actually end his undead life now. And yet, Destiny's Blade says that he's about to die.

The blade itself was designed for slaying the undead and the evil entities Gillion himself was designed to fight against- but when it comes to Chip, there's nothing Gillion wouldn't do to protect him with this sword. And that reflects on Destiny's Blade, I would imagine- the blade supports Gillion's destiny, his fight for good.

And to add to this, I don't know if Chip actually could've been killed by clone Gillion- but the idea that he came close and that the sword instinctually reached out to save his life is just- WRAH.

It also highlights just how scared Chip was, because he couldn't fight the clone even if he wanted to, not only because of the magic barrier- but because it's Gill, his co-captain, his best-friend, his paladin (a pirate and his paladin I'm sorry- I love them sm lmao).

And yes, Gillion is known for taking ridiculous risks to keep his friends safe, willing to take every blow and keep fighting like it doesn't hurt because he's a knight, he was trained for this, this is what he's good at- but he runs to find Chip, ON 1HP. I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH- THIS MAN WAS IN PIECES, HIS SKIN HAD BEEN TAKEN FROM HIM, AND IF NOT FOR THE DEATH WARD HE PROBABLY WOULD'VE DIED. But he runs off to find him anyway, no hesitation, no thought of his own well-being, only that Chip is in serious danger and he needs to save him. He won't let him die twice.

PRAYING THAT SOMEONE READS THROUGH THIS TANGENT TBH BECAUSE I'M GOING INSANE RIGHT NOW- I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LONG LMAO 😭🙏

Fish and chips

Yes me DID YA'LL HEAR SOMETHING??

anyone want fnc crumbs WHO SAID THAT?????

“ i Love You “

I haven’t drawn in weeks and I listened to “ Your stupid face “ by Kaden Mackay and thought about them. It’s supposed to sound like Chip confessing to Gillion but in the end you find out it’s Gillion talking . They are two faces of the same coin both doomed by destiny in some way .

salamander and fries doodles… eat up fnc nation…

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fnc thoughts as i really should be going to sleep

to me, in my heart, fnc is just gillion admiring chip and thinking he's so good and kind and selfless and wonderful and chip just being oblivious and nervous and thinking stuff like do i smell bad? are my teeth gross? oh god does gill hate me

just a total subversion of expectations. like you'd THINK gillion would be the dumb and oblivious one, and i guess he kind of still is, but he's also a paladin. he only knows how to commit his entire heart to something. as they've both grown, he's only ever seen improvement in chip and chip's honorability, and in turn he's been changed BY chip for the better, as well, and he's very aware of this fact, and loves him for it despite how terrifying the change can be.

and chip may seem like his lack of self esteem and stuff would lead to him building up gillion in his head and seeing himself as inferior, but i wayyyy prefer him just being a silly dumbass who still hasn't noticed gillion staring at him like he's the most beautiful poem he's ever read. just tripping over himself as he grapples with his feelings while gill is entirely in acceptance with his own, even though both think their feelings are one-sided

The Moon Will Sing by the Crane Wives is for Chip and Gillion and I don’t want criticism

EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY

Chip! VS The Allegations!

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(WHO WON? Who's next? YOU DECIDE!)