The headquarters is going to Utah. Every regional office is being shuttered. The research program is being destroyed.
“More than fifty research and development facilities across thirty-one states. Gone. Consolidated into a single location in Fort Collins, Colorado. And ‘consolidated’ is doing a lot of heavy lifting in that sentence, because what it actually means is that decades of place-based, long-term ecological research—the kind that literally cannot exist anywhere else because it depends on specific forests, specific watersheds, specific ecosystems studied over generations—will be snuffed out.
You cannot move a thirty-year watershed study. You cannot relocate a decades-long old-growth monitoring program. You cannot box up a forest and ship it to Colorado. When these facilities close, the experiments die. The datasets end. The partnerships with universities that took generations to build collapse. And the institutional knowledge of the scientists who ran those programs walks out the door, because the administration damn well knows most of them won’t follow a forced relocation to a single consolidated office that has nothing to do with the ecosystems they’ve spent their careers studying.”
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I've been host to a brainworm that's telling me I should start a French Mistake style dunkbaelor AU. Here's a preview! Let me know if you think I should run with it! Fair warning, there are graphic descriptions of gore and injury under the cut.
“A queer troubled look passed across Baelor Breakspear’s face, like a cloud passing before a sun. He raised his hand and touched the back of his head with two fingers, oh so lightly. And then he fell.”
- George R. R. Martin, The Hedge Knight, p. 182
Dunk caught Baelor, just barely fast enough to cup his torn and bloody shield hand around the back of the dying prince’s head before it could hit the ground.
One broken thing holding another, he thought morbidly.
Dunk's many wounds throbbed anew at the weight of a tall man covered in plate and chainmail landing limp in his lap.
“Up,” he cried desperately as his blood slowed in his own veins, icy with pain and grief. “Up, up.”
As the prince’s body stilled in Dunk’s arms, two-toned eyes fixed sightless upward and mouth agape, the light around them suddenly swelled so bright that Dunk had to raise his free hand to shade his eyes.
A strange clamor arose, the din of many voices and footsteps. No screaming or wailing, as there should be with the heir apparent to the Iron Throne lying dead in a hedge knight’s arms with only half a skull. There came sounds of clicking and snapping, wheels rolling, and questions being thrown back and forth. There was a loud snap and someone called out sharply, "Cut!"
Cut what, Dunk wondered. What new trickery is this?
Stunned and confused, Dunk lowered his hand to see what queer occasion made such light and sound. At first, he could not believe his eyes. This was not the place he was before.
Rather, it was the same breezeway, the entry to the stables, but everything else was changed. An army dressed in strange, unmatching cloth swarmed around him. Some hoisted devices of unknown purpose, while others packed and removed black, glossy contraptions from a great number of bags and trunks. Odd stands were propped up everywhere, holding aloft lanterns that seemed to burn with no flame, and shiny silver sheets. He'd only just begun to look around when the head in his hand moved.
No, he thought with dread, it cannot be. This isn’t real.
Baelor’s skull had been shattered, falling away in grisly pieces when Steely Pate and Raymun removed his helm, and Dunk’s gory hand had been desperately cupped over a place where pale, soft matter was trying to push outward. Now he felt a hard, unbroken curve beneath his torn glove, and the small movements of life returning to the body in his arms.
Baelor’s wide eyes blinked once and his chest rose with a breath of air. As Dunk watched in mute horror, Baelor’s eyebrows pinched together, slowly forming an expression of confusion. “Your Grace?” Dunk asked tremulously. Baelor’s gauntleted shield hand slowly and clumsily rose to tap against Dunk’s arm.
“Guys, hate to interrupt - that take was great, but we’ve got to go again.” A stranger crouched down in front of them, one hand pressed to their ear. Dunk couldn’t see them clearly for his swollen eye and the blood running down his face. “Ira wants to see if you can be more demonstrative with your grief, Peter. And he asked that you to keep to the script this time,” they continued curtly. “We all agreed that the book lines won’t land with the viewers as well.”
Baelor interrupted with an awful rough and panicked noise, not unlike the one that Dunk made when his agonizing got the best of him. He’d made it a minute prior to the gods-be-damned trial, in fact, just before he'd vomited over the side of Thunder’s neck. Watching a dead prince wake in his arms, he felt about ready to make it again.
Dunk attempted to haul Baelor into a more upright position, crying out hoarsely at the strain on his injuries. Try as he might, he could not move swiftly enough to keep the man from retching all over the both of them. Dunk numbly noticed that there was blood mixed in with the thin bile. “Oh shit,” someone gasped from behind them, “Bertie’s just been sick everywhere. What the fuck, is he vomiting blood? Hey you, get the paramedics on set. Go! Hurry!”
Bertie, Dunk thought deliriously. Peter? I might be a lunk, but I know those aren’t the names we had at the start of this accursed day.
He did his best to hold Baelor up so he wouldn’t choke on his own gorge, resting his weight higher on Dunk’s chest. The change in position pressed the sharp edge of Baelor’s pauldron into Dunk’s lance wound, and the strange scene around him turned first yellow and then grey at the edges.
“Your Grace,” he said again, his voice coming out thin and shaking with agony. “Prince Baelor, can you hear me? Are you truly awake, m’lord?” He couldn’t keep his hands from clutching at him, trying to feel the warmth of life through dented armor.
The man in his arms gave a rattling cough and long groan, trying and failing to wipe the back of his gauntlet across his mouth. Miraculously, Baelor replied with great strain. “Ser- ," his head wobbled weakly as he tried to turn and look up at Dunk. He heard Baelor’s throat click as he swallowed hard. "Ser Duncan,” he rasped, “What happened – what is this place?”
That was the last he remembered before his wits left him, pain and confusion fading as he was dragged down under the unyielding weight of unconsciousness.
The idea hit me what if not everyone is blessed with double sided bond.
The bond between Soulmates is considered incredibly sacred like no one can bring you more happiness then your soulmate.
When some who especially blessed when they lose their Soulmate their is a chance they will get a new Soulmate with another who had lost their Soulmate.
Everyone is born with one soulmate their whole life. However depending on how they live they may be cursed with a one-sided bond.
So Dunks soulmate was Rafe he had her name on his arm and they just knew felt the bond and so when she died Dunk was devastated and felt his whole world fell apart.
Aerion has Dunks name and well Dunk obviously does not have his so while Aerion will feel a bond Dunk won't feel anything.
And Aerion is so arrogant he'll be upset that his soulmate is a commoner while Dunk won't understand why this Prince is so upset with him.
Dunk just ignores him and continues on his way but Aerion get pissed that he's ignoring him.
The real reason why Egg wanted Dunk to change his name Duncan is so that he will miss Aerion. He does not know that they are not mutual soulmates.
Dunk is trying to live his best life while trying to ignore this prince who is suddenly everywhere and is so rude to him.
Egg is hiding in the bushes trying to figure out a plan to get rid of his brother.
Aerion attacking Tanselle is more because hes jealous that Dunk seems to be crushing on her hard while his "Perfect Soulmate" is right in front of him.
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Imagine Grace defined his name as the elegance definition of grace and Rocky spends years thinking how fucking ironic this clumsy leaky space blobs name is.
Until Grace slips out a sentence along the lines of "could you give me a little grace here" and Rocky immediately points out he used a word wrong so Grace has to explain that yeah, grace means elegance but it can also mean mercy sometimes too.
And Rocky has to suddenly reconcile that the clumsy leaky blob that saved his life twice, that almost certainly doomed himself to come back for him, name is Mercy.
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this takes place early in zuko’s reign while he’s still trying to figure out what’s the person he needs to be for his people and sokka really goes there and says “they don’t need you do be anything but yourself”
Steely-Pate is a good man who wants Dunk to marry rich. Steely-Pate married an older rich man when he was an Otter and now he owns a premiere pub and event space in the nice countryside and was fed enough to become a Bear. He wants that life for Dunk. He has no qualms with it, and Rhysling agrees, Arlan stays out of it.
-> this was so funny that i laughed outloud and choked on my own spit while reading it. Go off-steely-pate teach the young how to acquire wealth and eat good my dude
Steely-Pate did not spend a years as a go-go dancing Otter in his youth to not encourage Dunk getting a myriad of sugar daddies. Dunk may be too big to fit in the go go cages but he certainly is cute enough to amass his fortune through relationships.
He and Rhysling met at a gay biker club and have been friends ever since. Rhyslings sexuality is just "Sure! Why not?" While Arlan is straight but has tried a bit of everything just to be sure. Arlan met them while they were talking about leather care and he knew full well the type of leather they were talking about, he just didn't care. Arlan is aggressively indifferent to people's sexualitues.
SCHTREAMSY SCHTREAM *in a thicc german accent*
-> WHEN: Today! D'uh, Cap, when is it in MY time? Don't worry, pal. Here's the link to a countdown till the streams starts
-> WHAT: most likely the pornstar AU comic. This will be nsfw.
-> WHERE: Picarto.tv
I really, really like streams. They keep me productive and I get to chat with people. No voice, no ugly mug of mine - just some music (which you can mute if you want to).
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AU: Prince Baelor falls for part hedge knight part horse girl Ser Duncan the Tall. Baelor surprises Duncan in the audience of one of his tourneys and the affair blossoms from there.
