#Father “I'm totally not into the idea of God fucking me what gave you that idea?”

[priesth0le]

Fingers made of holy fire twist into my hair, gripping and yanking my face up to meet with a piercing gaze. I can't look at it directly, my eyes are burning as though I were met face to face with The Sun itself. My collar around my neck is the symbol of my devotion to Him. I am His vessel and He is my Shepard. I can no longer cry and I can smell my own flesh burning. He is too beautiful for my eyes to comprehend but I feel his fingers in my hair still. I feel searing lips on mine. His Glory pours into me, filling me up like a goblet overflowing and all of the love and hate and rage and awe and worship congeal like the blood within my sockets. I see everything now. I see Him now. He is the only one I need now... My body convulses in pain and joy and pleasure, feeling is irrelevant now. I am being cleansed for Him. Dissected, devoured, and burned all at once for hours, days, years... Time means nothing. Only His lips on mine, His love within me, drawing shuddering breath after shuddering breath from my lungs. I can only worship. I can only moan from it all. Fill me up, please, please, please, I can no longer stand it- I awake drenched with the smell of ozone and burning flesh in the air which quickly dissipates. I blink and feel for my eyes. Even in the dark I can just barely see my hands just a few centimeters from my face. My lips still tingle from the kiss. Actually, I feel like I was hit by a bus but it doesn't matter much. I click on a lamp on my night desk and find a mirror to make sure everything is still there. There's a scab, like a burn, on my lower lip. Thankfully that's the only thing wrong-- Well that and the very obvious erection that threatens to escape my sleeping pants. Details, right? I crawl back into bed and turn off the light, delicately groping myself through the fabric and imagine a searing pain from the top of my head and down my spine...

[quarterlifekitty]

Okay listen I know I said I would stop but you adding onto könig gave me IDEAS.

Him fucking you while you play on your switch once you two get to his, frankly abysmally plain and sad, apartment in Austria only for him to whine about the switch taking too much of your attention and yoinks it from your hands.

Don't ask how he gets you papers, all that matters is now you're his wife and you're in his home country. Oh, you don't like where he lives? That's okay, he'll pick out a much better place. Oh, you only speak English/your native language? Good. He'll be the only one you need to talk to and he can translate anything you need to read and he'll fill out any silly forms needed.

Hope to god that if you don't want kids that your birth control is a fuckin implant. Though, it will only delay it. Not stop it. He wonders after a month of you living in Austria on top of however fucking long he was deployed near you, and not seeing you take or mention any type of birth control, why you aren't pregnant? Sure, hes.....older.....but that shouldn't be an issue, he read an article about a 68 year old man fathering a new baby a week ago. He's healthy, especially for his size. So just what could it possibly be? He decides to dig into your medical history, just to be sure, you can never be too careful, and there he spots the reason his little maus has yet to take. No worries, he knows a doctor.

Well. This got progressively out of hand. Would you believe me if I said I'm not even a könig main girlie?

I would believe you bc that man takes hold like a virus in your system man

The apartment is just a stepping stone— a family needs a house, he knows that, so he has you help him pick one. And I’m gonna say something. The ones he chooses to take you to and view… he picked based on how you build Minecraft houses. And maybe I’m a weenie, but I don’t think he takes your switch! You can’t really go out because you don’t know the language, and he’s gone for long periods on deployment— it’s good for you to have something to do. If he’s trying to spend time with you, he can just loom over you (you’re getting distracted by his cleavage tbh) and gently pull it away, putting it on sleep mode and on a side table.

And you know what. Perhaps a controversial opinion. He gets hard watching you play animal crossing. The way you decorate your little house and do all of the gardening, cooking, crafting. Taking care of the happiness and needs of all of the cute little animals. You’re already perfect at playing house! You’ve got free rein to use his cards to decorate however you want. Make the house a home, you know? And I don’t know about you, but I always have stuffed animals and cute toys all over my animal crossing house. So, to him, you’re basically already subconsciously ready for a baby.

I doubt reader has an implant in this, because she was terminally celibate before he showed up lol. But I do find the concept soooo funny. That he’s trying to get you pregnant so desperately, but of course he hasn’t told you that at all. He just tells you he’s coming inside and you go okay 💖 yay 💖. So like he could ask if you’re on contraceptives and you’d probably tell him but then he might have to admit to what he’s doing and he’d rather just read your entire medical history lmao. And he totally lies to you about why it has to be taken out. Saying there isn’t really medical care to maintain it in Austria, so you should really just have it taken out now.

And then you ask if it’s ok for him to keep giving you creampies even though your implant is gone. As usual, he says it’s fine— that you can let him worry about that!

[nickfurysrighteye]

college au!chase davenport x fem!reader

summary: you're a college student. you go on a date with adam, the campus' fuckboy, but you didn't know he had a brother...

cw: kinda nsfw!! swearing, mentions of sex/hooking up, heavy make out in a public place, you and chase get reaaally touchy, adam's an asshole (sorry adam). that's it :)

a/n: part 2 here!! this is not what i was going for when writing another chase x reader but i thought "fuck it, chase smut"

minors do not interract!!

"y/n guess what, this guy at the party yesterday told me he saw you on campus and wanted to ask you out so i told him we're roommates and he gave me his number." your roommate says, the morning after she went to a frat party.

"wait really? what's his name?" you reply with a mix of surprise and excitement in your voice.

"adam davenport"

"oh my god that fuckboy wanted my number?!" you say, kind of disappointed. frat guys weren't really your type and adam was definitely the complete opposite of what you want in a guy. he is known on campus for two things: his parties and being a total asshole to girls.

"i don't want anything to do with him, especially after my last relationship, i don't need a guy like that."

"you don't have to date him, what you need is a rebound to forget your ex. go out with him, hook up and then leave, that's what he does anyway." your friend's plan wasn't that bad, you take it into consideration.

"to be fair, adam is kinda hot and i do need a rebound..sure i'll text him, why not."

-

adam didn't live on campus, he had a small apartment downtown his father paid for so he didn't have to live in the dorms. after a bit of texting he asked you to come over to his place. you didn't expect much from this date, your idea was to follow your roommate's plan and you made sure to look your best in order to go through with it.

"hey, come on in." adam says opening the door for you. the apartment was small but tidy. you enter the apartment and make your way into the living room, which was an open space including the kitchen. sitting at the kichen island was a brunette guy with a black long sleeve tshirt, focused writing something on his laptop. he looks away from the screen the moment he hears your voice.

"hi, I'm y/n."

"oh, he's my brother, chase. we're roommates, don't pay attention to him."

"you're in college too, chase?" you ask.

"yeah i'm a physics major." he looks at you and slightly smile, a small dimple forming on his cheek.

"no way i'm a physics major too, how come i've never seen you at the lectures?"

"getting noticed by girls is not his strong suit. why don't we go to my room, we can watch a movie." adam says quickly, trying to get you away from his brother. it was clear he wasn't supposed to be there but adam couldn't do anything about it.

instead, you get closer to chase "what are you working on?"

"i'm writing a paper on the poly-exclusion principle. it's weird, usually the girls adam brings home don't do this much talking. they aren't physics major either. " he stops writing and leans a bit onto the table to get closer to you. he looks at you with that slight smile. his eyes were like watercolors, brown blue and green swirling together, framed by the fair mauve color of the skin underneath. he wasn't getting as much sleep as he should be.

you want to reply but his beauty his mesmerizing. his ruffled brown hair, his rosy lips, his hands, which had a dash of red on the knuckles from the cold weather. you just can't look away.

"ok that's enough small talk, let's go y/n" adam interrupts your brief conversation, taking you by the arm and slowly leading you to the corridor.

"if you're going to have sex please be quiet. i have a lot of work to do." chase says loudly as the two of you walk away.

how many girls does he bring home? do i really wanna be just a number? you think as you walk into adam's room. you start to reconsider your plan, you aren't so sure you want to hook up with him anymore.

-

adam's laptop is set on the bed, a movie playing in the background. you're making out but it's not leading anywhere, too many thoughts going through your head.

"so...you wanna hook up or..?" adam pulls away from the kiss.

"uhh..i-"

adam stops you mid sentence "it's ok if you don't, but if we're not gonna do it then imma ask you to leave."

"what?" his audacity baffles you.

"yeah imma be honest, that's the only reason i asked you out so if you're not cool with that there's no reason to keep this going. i actually have another girl i gotta call-"

"oh my fucking god you cannot be serious." you stand up, hastily gather your things and head to the door.

"what? i said i was gonna be honest." adam says suprised.

"listen i knew you were famous for one night stands but jesus fucking christ have some tact!" you open the front door and leave, swinging it close behind you.

"byee! have a good night!" chase shouts, sitting in the same spot with his eyes glued to the screen. "well that's a first! she was nice."

"fuck off chase."

-

the next day you decided to spend the afternoon studying at the campus' library. you arrive later than you usually do and hope to still find a good spot. after a some wondering around you see a familiar figure sitting at a table with a laptop open. the brown haired boy from the previous night sitting at the table alone, you walk over to him.

"hey, chase, right?" you remembered his name, matter of fact you thought about him a lot after leaving adam's apartment, there's something about him that just pulls you in you can't help it.

"hey, good to see you here." he smiles again, this time showing his pearly white teeth.

"mind if i sit here with you?"

"no, not at all."

"how's the paper turning out?" you pick the the seat right across him.

"It's driving me insane, i think i spent so much time writing it I'm starting to show signs of severe sleep deprivation. how about you? what are you studying?" he rubs his tired eyes and run his fingers through his already messy hair. that boy seriously needs to sleep.

"i'm just going over some course material. I've missed a couple lectures, not that the professor knows how to teach this stuff anyway." you say as you take out your books and laptop out of your bag.

"i can help you out if you want." he leans a bit to see what material you're going to revise.

"that would be great, actually. thank you so much."

a few hours go by and now the room you're in is basically empty, the only sound filling the deep silence is the quiet mormouring of you and Chase talking. the two of you are now sitting next to eachother, not really studying, you gave that up around half an hour ago.

"by the way i'm so sorry about adam, he can be a real asshole sometimes."

"don't worry about it. if i knew he had a brother i wouldn't have gone out with him." a light chuckle leaves your mouth as you finish your sentence, then you realize the words you just pronounced. you turn your eyes upon chase and see him with his head lightly tilted, a smirk on his face and his watercolored eyes gazing at you with a glimpse of amusement. he chuckles.

"i'm sorry, that was weird. forget i said that. what i meant was adam's not my type anyway." an even worse feeling washes over you, god why can't i just shut up your thoughts are interrupted suddenly by chase's low and soft voice.

"what's your type then?" so many words fill up your thoughts but none are coming out. you stare at his lips, his soft, plum, roseate lips that had a blood colored aura in the center. you want to know what it's like to kiss them, to bite them, to feel them all over you, to feel them brush against your neck as he whispers sweet words to you.

you don't say anything, your body leans closer to him and you slowly close your eyes, all of a sudden you feel your lips meeting with chase's for a quick moment. your eyes open again and your faces are inches apart. chase places carefully a hand on your cheek and gently places his lips back on yours. he moves with such care it seems if he kisses you any harder you're going to break. he kisses you so tenderly it sends chills down your spine. he's so gentle and warm, it's like cold was the only thing your body has ever known until he touched you and heated you up.

he brushes his tongue against your lower lip and haltingly pushing it into your mouth, making your tongue swirl together. you felt your body get even hotter, your heart starts to race, his tongue felt so good you didn't want the kiss to end. his hands start to wonder down your body, feeling every curve, caressing you, studying your shape with his fingertips. his hands go down until they reach your hips, then they slowly make their way back up. he stops right underneath your breasts. your body's craving more of his touch. you need to feel him. all of him. you move one of his hand up and he cups one of your breasts squeezing it, making you moan softly into the kiss. your sweet sounding moan makes his lungs clench and cheeks burn. as he starts to lightly circle around your nipple with his thumb your hands travel up his thighs and get closer to his groin. his pants are getting tighter.

just like that chase pulls away from the kiss and moves his hands away. "we're in public, i think we went a little too far."

you laugh, "yeah i- uh, i think so." you don't care, truth be told if it were for you, you'd be bent over the table with your pants pulled down and chase pumping his dick into you. you couldn't care less about someone accidentally seeing you, you need more of his touch. you've never craved anything more than this. you need him.

"It's getting late, we should go." chase starts to gather his things. "we- uh, we should study together again...sometimes."

"yeah, sure uh...here..take this." you rip a piece of paper from your notebook, write your number on it and hand it to him. "text me, or call me or whatever you want." you pack your things.

"sure i'll see you at the lecture, goodnight." chase leaves and as he walks out of the library he looks at the small piece of paper.

"adam's gonna kill me"

-

a/n: thanks for reading <33 PART 2

[anonymousewrites]

Nature of the Human Soul (Book 1) Chapter Fourteen

Platonic! Hazbin Hotel x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Alastor x Teen! Reader

Chapter Fourteen: Show Goes On

Summary: The Hotel rebuilds and moves on from the fight.

Mouse Note: Thank you for reading Nature of the Human Soul (Book 1)! I hope you all enjoyed because I loved writing this. I'm so excited for Hazbin Hotel to return because I have a lot of ideas for this series, and I'm excited to continue. But for now, thank you for everything! If you like my writing, please check out my other Father Figure series!

           “Noooo!” screamed Lute as Adam fell. She ran to Adam’s side, and (Y/N) backed off, narrowing their eyes in case she tried anything. “Sir! Stay with me, sir! Adam!” He was gone.

           “It’s over,” said Charlie, holding Vaggie to her side protectively.

           Lucifer loomed over Lute, and her eyes widened in fright. “Take your little friends and go home! Please.”

           Lute narrowed her eyes and picked up Adam’s halo. Furious at having no other choice, she glared at the demons before calling out to the exorcists. “Retreat. All exorcists fall back.”

           The angels rose into the air, fleeing back through the portal to heaven.

           Lucifer, pleased, turned to the hotel group. “So…who’s up for pancakes?”

           Everyone, bloody and tired, stared at him.

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            “Good evening, I’m Katie Killjoy,” said the news report later that night.

            “And I’m—”

            “No one gives a shit who you are, Tom,” said Katie. “Breaking news: extermination day is canceled! Charlie Morningstar managed to fend off the angelic attack with more than just nice words. In an unseen turn of events, our demonic head honcho Lucifer stepped in to save his daughter’s ass in the last moment. We’re also hearing reports that Adam, leader of the Angelic Legions, first man, and totally fuckable bad boy, has been slain by a filthy gardening demon or some shit like that. The kid said, quote, ‘I hate cameras, and TV here sucks, go away’ before threatening our crew! What an asshole! Anyway, congrats to Charlie and her crew for not being totally fucking useless for once.”

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            Charlie held Keekee as she looked over the rubble that used to be the Hazbin Hotel. They’d lost so much, so many people. “Oh, there, there, it’s…” She sighed. “It’s okay.” She tried to believe it herself, but it was difficult.

            Angel smiled at her as he held Fat Nuggets. Charlie managed to smile back and took a step towards him. She found herself in front of the “Happy First Week!” sign she’d made for Pentious. Her heart ached at his loss. Vaggie put her hands on Charlie’s shoulders comfortingly.

(Charlie) “He did it for us, The ultimate sacrifice. He gave me his trust, And look how we pay the prince.”

            Tears gathered in her eyes. She had failed her friends. Because she hadn’t been strong enough, they had gotten hurt, killed.

(Charlie) “This bloodshed could have been avoided, If I convinced heaven to work together. I took a hotel, and I destroyed it, I know I could have done better, better, Instead of letting you down.”

            Lucifer put a hand on his daughter’s shoulder and smiled at her.

(Lucifer) “Come on little lady, why the frown? In the last ten thousand years, you’re the first one to change this town, You can do this, Now I know it, For your story has just begun, You can’t quit now, Hell, you owe it, There’s still damage to be undone, You’ve changed my mind, You’ve touched their hearts.”

            Charlie looked around as her friends approached with a smile.

(Lucifer) “Found the good in souls gone bad, The stage is wrecked, the crowd is gone, But by God Charlie, The show it must go on!”

            Her friends gathered around Charlie.

(Vaggie, Cherri, (Y/N), Angel, Husk, Niffty) “We can do this, We can build it! Best hotel that you’ve ever seen! Twice the bedrooms, We can fill it!” (Lucifer) “With more sinners than you can dream!” (Lucifer and Vaggie) “It starts with you!” (Vaggie, Cherri, (Y/N), Lucifer, Angel, Husk, Niffty) “You know it’s true, Fulfill your destiny!”

            They reached out their hands. Wiping her tears and smiling, Charlie stood and took her father’s hand as the group came together for a hug.

(Charlie) “So long as I’ve got all of you with me!”

            And so, the cleanup and work began. It was tough going, but everyone pitched in, and the hotel began to come together better than before.

(Niffty) “To build a hotel, I think we need some brick and lumber!” (Lucifer) “Good thing we’re in Hell, check out this little magic number.”

            He snapped his fingers, and the supplies appeared.

(Angel) “Start with foundation.” (Lucifer) “A remedial creation for me.”

            The foundation came together in a single spell.

(Niffty, Angel, Lucifer) “It’s as easy as can be!”

            Soon, the hotel was getting decorated, rooms ready to be stayed in.

(Charlie) “No time for cryin’, We got a lot of work to do and, We gotta try and make the best of what’s in ruins.” (Vaggie) “New coat of paint!” (Husk) “New lights across the marquee!” ((Y/N)) “With a little sorcery!”

            They waved a hand, and plants grew up around the hotel, decorating it with nature amongst the barren city that Pride usually was.

            Finally, the hotel was put back together, with a statue of Dazzle outside. Charlie smiled at the painting of Pentious and the Egg Bois going up in the foyer to honor his memory. The memories of who they lost would never be forgotten as a new era of the Hazbin Hotel approached.

(All) “We can do this!” (Charlie) “We can do this!” (All) “We’ll be better!” (Charlie) “We’ll be better!” (All) “Though redemption may take a while.” (Charlie) “Though it may take a while.” (All) “Wayward sinners, clear their ledger!”

            They came together for a hug, and a familiar face popped out of the shadows.

(Alastor) “And we’re doing it with a smile!”

            (Y/N) grinned. He was healed and back with them. He had survived, too.

(Charlie) “We’ll make a difference, wait and see.” (Charlie and Vaggie) “We’re gonna do this, you and me.” (All) “And then tomorrow it will be, A fuckin’ happy day in Hell!”

            The Hazbin Hotel was open for business.

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            (Y/N) walked through the hotel to the new wing dedicated to Alastor’s broadcasts. Obviously, it was placed on the opposite side from Lucifer’s apple-themed wing. They paused at the door of the radio and knocked.

            “Alastor?” they called out.

            The door was opened by a shadow, and (Y/N) stepped inside. Alastor was standing over the controls of the new radio, examining everything.

            “Do you like it?” asked (Y/N), slightly nervous.

           Yes, they had faced Adam, but this was…different. It was a different type of encounter. With a fight, (Y/N) knew what it felt like to suffer, to go through pain, so they could handle that. With friendship, (Y/N) had very little experience, so they weren’t sure how to deal with it.

           Alastor turned to face them. “It seems Charlie did a good job ensuring this was up to my standards. My broadcasts will be quality, as usual.”

           “Charlie didn’t make it. Well, she helped, but I, uh, I did it,” said (Y/N).

           Alastor paused, and his grin, unbidden, widened. “You did?”

           (Y/N) nodded. “I saw your tower was affected when Adam hurt you, so when we rebuilt the hotel, I made sure there was something for you to come back to.”

           “I hadn’t expected to have a broadcast tower at the hotel,” said Alastor.

           “Do you like it?” asked (Y/N).

           “I do,” said Alastor honestly.

           (Y/N) brightened. “I’m glad! And I’m glad you’re alright. Adam did a lot of damage to the hotel, killed Pentious, and hurt you pretty badly.”

           “It will take more than that to kill the Radio Demon,” said Alastor, but the unfortunate truth was that he had nearly died.

           “I faced him,” said (Y/N) suddenly.

           Alastor paused. “Oh?”

           “Yeah, I fought Adam. It didn’t go that well for me, either.” They grinned at him. “But I killed him. In the end, I killed him.” They stood proud in their strength and determination. Yes, (Y/N) had nearly fallen to Adam and Lucifer had really defeated him, but dealing the killing blow had given (Y/N) so much satisfaction.

           Alastor looked at (Y/N), and he cursed every part of him that still had some humanity since he felt something as they smiled at him. It wasn’t what he felt when Rosie laughed alongside him and teased him, but it held a familiar warmth. Although he had begun by seeing something in (Y/N) that reminded him of himself from oh-so long ago, Alastor couldn’t help but look at (Y/N) and just see them, now. It wasn’t them being like him, even if it still began there, but it was more.

           “I wouldn’t expect anything less of my protégé,” said Alastor, unable to keep the fondness completely out of his voice.

           Alastor was falling victim to all of the weaknesses he wanted to eliminate within himself.

           And (Y/N)? Well, the Nature Demon stood tall. They were growing into all the strength they had ever wished for.

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[brodorokihousuke]

I like the fan theory that Apollo’s legal name within the Kingdom was Apple Sahdmadhi, named by Datz after his favourite food due to not knowing what Jove’s baby had been called, and that he only took the named Apollo Justice as an Anglicisation on his emigration to Japanifornia. And that the young AJ would technically meet the definition of a sleeper agent, according to what he was ‘supposed’ to do as an adult.

I think I've heard vaguely of the first one, it makes enough sense tbh but i think the only thing that breaks it for me is that Jove=Zeus and Zeus is, of course, the father of the god Apollo, so it'd be one heck of a coincidence (I'm assuming Jove was a nerd and decided to knowingly pull a funny with his son's name)

I do think that he just went (last name-wise) by Sahdmadhi when living over there, though, with Dhurke eventually being like, ah, fuck, if we throw you to America you'll need a name not connected to me. Remembered that the dude he invited over gave the stage name of Jangly Justice, and was like, fuck it, that's your last name now.

and YES I have totally thought about how he's like technically sort of a sleeper agent!!! Tbh the idea of him as a, like, hardcore sleeper agent is super cool and i like it a lot, I'm just unsure of what he'd be doing aside from like... his job. But intensely (?).

[chericherixo]

Could you do like a fluff fic about Mattheo bugging y/n during class? But like he's just being silly goofy and eventually y/n humours him once they're given time to work. Thank you!!

Ofc!! I love that thank you :) I kind of got carried away so I'll probably write a sequel, and I'm sorry if Mattheo isn't as edgy as he usually is but hope you like it!

Danish [fluff]

- Classmates/Acquaintances - Reader's house not mentioned --Read the Request Above!--

It was your first class of the day, and you were already feeling your lack of sleep from the night before. You trudged to your seat and set your books down on the corner of the table. The only good thing that you could see was Mattheo's absence.

You felt relived as you bent over to grab a pencil from your bag. When you sat back up though, Mattheo was sitting annoyingly close, with a stupid smirk on his face.

"Dammit! When did you get here?" You yelped, startled.

"I just sat down, were you worried about me?"

"Never." You said disgusted and turned your attention to the front of the room as the professor walked in. He started talking about transfigurations, but try as you might to focus, you couldn't help but notice Mattheo's shameless stare towards you.

You snapped your head to look at him, "Can you stop fucking staring at me? Is there something wrong?" You whispered harshly,

"Sorry." He said but didn't turn his gaze away. You scoffed and shifted in your seat uncomfortably. After a few moments, he whispered in your ear.

"What'd you have for breakfast? Because I tried those new danishes and they were- amazing." He practically moaned in your ear.

"Oh my god Mattheo- why did you do that?"

"What? They were really good." He sat back in his chair with a hurt expression on his face. You rolled your eyes as he made another comment, "So? What did you have for breakfast?"

"Um- nothing. I kind of lost track of time before class, I'll get something later." He was silent for a moment.

"I have danish left; it's all wrapped nicely and everything. Do you want it?"

"Knowing you, you probably put a love potion in it, with how much you seem to want my attention."

He scoffed, "I'm offering you the last of my stash of the most delicious pastry I've ever had the pleasure of tasting, and you still treat me like this?" He covered his mouth with his hand and pretended to cry.

"Would you shut up- we'll get in tr-"

"Miss l/n! Care to explain why you're disrupting my teaching so- loudly?"

"I'm sorry professor, it won't happen again." Your face flushed with embarrassment as Mattheo snickered to the right of you.

For the rest of the lesson, you stared directly at the front and ignored any attempt of Mattheo to distract you. After awhile, the professor gave the class time to work.

He stared down at the desk, "I don't know why I'm in this class, I mean- you're way smarter than me. I guess because my dad expects me to be the top of my class. As soon as he finds out my grade is slipping- he'll probably pull me out." Your face turned concerned at his sudden confession. "I'm sorry for getting you in trouble, it's not your fault I can't focus."

"Thanks.. it's okay. Maybe I'll try a danish tomorrow, if they're as good as you say."

"They are!" As Mattheo was about to say something, the teacher passed back the tests you had taken the week before. Yours landed on the table showing a solid A+, whereas Mattheo's was covered in red ink and marked with a D-. He cringed at the sight of his grade.

"I mean- you didn't fail?" He scoffed,

"Anything below an A is failing for my father." Then, his eyes widened, "What if tutored me?" He said suddenly,

"Would you even listen?" You said, yet not totally shutting down the idea.

"Yes, yes I would. Especially if it's you- I don't know why, but I can actually focus on what you're saying. So, please?"

"..Ok. But if your grade doesn't improve, I don't want to waste my time."

"I'll pay you- I know you're busy."

"I- ok." You agreed to Mattheo's proposal. 'Why am I agreeing to this? Maybe it's because, whether I'd like to admit it or not, he's stupidly charming.' You thought.

The bell rang and Mattheo gathered his things, "I'll see tomorrow?"

"Yea, sounds good." You smiled softly, "Library?"

"Mhm." I waved and walked out of the classroom, leaving you with a blush and a smile that you couldn't wipe of your face.

(pt 2??)

[cosmicjoke]

Alright, so... Chapter 210 of "Vinland Saga"...

Excuse me a moment while I go cry in a corner.

Shit, man, this chapter got to me hard.

Spoilers ahead, for anyone who hasn't read it.

I'm so scared Thorfinn is going to die. He was shot full of arrows, just like his father. Hild saved him, and my immediate question is, "how?". Did she have to kill to save him? To get him on her back and carry him out? The fact we aren't shown what happened after she shot her arrow makes me think she did. Or did she manage to do it while only wounding the natives? She only had four arrows left, and there were more than four natives in pursuit. If she did have to kill to get him out, then I wonder how that's going to impact Thorfinn himself, assuming he survives. To know Hild will have had to take on that burden, of taking a life to save his, would be devastating to him, I think. In it's own way, it would almost be like a condemnation to him of his pacifist philosophy, that because he didn't want to kill, the burden of it has now fallen to another. I know Thorfinn would blame himself, even though this situation truly wasn't his fault, and spun out of his control due to forces beyond his power.

I really didn't expect this turn of events. I thought Thorfinn and Hild would take care of the pursuers in the forest and then make their way to the village. But Thorfinn clearly has a punctured lung from the arrow he took for Einar, and now he's been shot full of arrows, which, at the moment, I'm honestly having a really hard time seeing how he'll survive. His condition also totally takes him out of the game in terms of defending the village and its people at all.

And now Hild and him are faced with Plmk, and I have no idea if he's hostile or not. If he's hostile, they're fucked, which makes me think he's going to end up helping them, somehow. But even if he does, it doesn't do anything for Thorfinn's condition. Like I said, I'm really scared at this point for him.

And then there was Thorfinn's dream sequence, which was just heartbreaking in the extreme. His vision of Thorkill, basically saying 'I told you so', saying war would come to Vinland, no matter how hard Thorfinn tried to avoid it. And even more devastating, Ivar and then Einar, blaming Thorfinn for everything. We see here in Thorfinn's subconscious his true feelings, rooted in a sense of failure. We see how badly Einar's parting words to him have affected him. Einar's anger and bitterness toward him. I've spoken before about how it would, in many ways, be the ultimate sacrifice to his ideals, if Thorfinn were to lose Einar's friendship, his first and best friend, and the man who gave him a sense of purpose in life beyond his quest for revenge against Askeladd. If Einar truly ends up turning against him, if he refuses to leave, and takes the path of war, I don't see how their friendship can continue. Maybe that will change when he sees Thorfinn's condition, but realistically, I think him seeing what's been done to Thorfinn will only fuel Einar's rage and refusal to give up what they've built.

God, Thorfinn wanted so badly to make a land of peace, to atone for the sins of his past by creating a land of peace and saving more lives than he took, but now it's all gone to hell, and people have been killed. His vision of Einar telling him his experiment has failed, and that it was an important experiment, because it shows how peace can never really be achieved, shows the depths of Thorfinn's despair, I think, and the depths of his self-loathing. This is truly just a tragedy playing out before our eyes.

It's made all the more poignant, I think, by Hild's words to Thorfinn, telling him not to lose heart, telling him he wasn't wrong about anything, and if only the world were full of more people like him, maybe there really could be hope for a world without war. She calls Thorfinn precious, and I think that's true. But tragically, as we're seeing, the world isn't filled with people like Thorfinn, and that makes Thorfinn's dream an impossibility. There's always going to be someone who wants to start a war, there's always going to be someone who wants to take what isn't theirs, there's always going to be someone who wants to hurt you or those you love and care for, no matter how much you try to talk them out of it. The world is too complex and brutal for pacifism to ever be a reality, and that is a tragedy.

I don't know what's going to happen back at the village at this point, either. It seems to me anyone could die. Thorfinn was their best defense, and now he's out of commission.

Ugh, man, this chapter hit me on a deep, emotional level.

Don't die Thorfinn. I'll be devastated if you do.

Also, just again, shout out to Yukimura's art. I don't know how this guy does it month after month. His art is second to none.

[skarkkk]

First;

I think it's cool that the triangle is over, and that Tristan is with Vivian and Max and Avery are together, but it also doesn't seem right. I don't see much chemistry in Max and Avery together, you know? Just the two of them, even though I like them just as I like Tristan and Vivian.Something is missing, and we know what it is.

Second;

I loved that a bunch of cool costumes appeared in the Halloween episode (Wolverine, Addams, Jack fucking Sparrow, Velma, etc.) and I loved Tristan being a fan of Halloween.

Third;

I liked that there was a bad experience there just with Tristan getting high, but he barely had it this episode so I don't know what to say, besides that I was really expecting something more serious precisely because of him bumping into Gomes.

Fourth;

Tristan extended his hand to Avery, then extended the other to Max, and the look that Max and Avery exchanged and then looked at Tristan, damn, there's no way this won't end in a threesome, right? Does everyone agree? I want a slowburn, an attraction and denial of feelings between the boys and I want Vivian to be happy, but maybe don't with Tristan because he already has a man and a woman for him.

Fifth;

yes fuck, long live lesbians, I was happy she didn't die and didn't lose her arm (even though I think she was pretty stupid for going into that cave, but what can you do, brave people) and it ended well for them.

Sixth;

I need the Captain to have daddy issues, please, because then I can use "A middle-aged man who is healing boy's daddy issues while also healing his own." for his relationship with Tristan because I found it so meaningful and cute that he let Tristan wear his uniform (even though he said it was because of the near-death experience, I know your type, sir he's not my son-he's my son) and I really hope she's right, because it would be awesome to see Tristan's Mommy Issues put aside while he creates a father-son relationship, you know? Because now I'm also curious about his father, who I don't remember if they mentioned it until now, but anyway, yeah, I need to know.

Seventh;

can we talk, as fans of Doctor Odyssey and 911, how easy is it for someone to do a crossover starting with the guy from the cruise who was also on Athena and Bobby's cruise? That blond guy who was in Flash too. Someone really needs to do this. Maybe an almost Eddie/Tristan that triggers Buddie and Avery/Max/Tristan... Just an idea (someone please do it)

Eighth;

I had said in the study of the other episode that I wanted to see Tristan in a near-death experience, coincidentally that happened, but I don't feel like it was enough. I need more trauma, more character development and more Max/Tristan because I love their interactions.

Ninth;

okay, like Jack Sparrow Max might have won, but Tristan got the better of Neptune there.

Tenth;

(oh my god, how did I almost forget this???) that scene with Tristan at the party, the first one where he sees Max with the same Neptune costume but also before that, when it showed his blurred vision and he almost bumped into people, you know? We all realized that the looks those men gave him were definitely Queer as hell, we also noticed his confused state, but still, it means something, right? What men on this cruise want him (totally understandable) and maybe he can want them back? Maybe a scene of some man hitting on him and Max kind of in that way that we readers like, Tristan realizing some things about himself, if he doesn't already know. Because, come on, mommy issues (seeking approval, probably a "what's wrong with me?" ) + running away to the sea (repressing himself, an escape) + medicine (self-demanding, pressure) + giving off that vibe? This boy may not end up with Max and Avery, but there's no way he's 100% straight, please.

Eleventh;

Still waiting for a mention of Brazil... Silva... please ABC?

[pruneunfair]

So I read this manhwa called The Baby Concubine Wants To Live Quietly and...

So this person reincarnates into a reverse harem novel as a side character— who's this abused eight-year-old little girl who was sent in to be the novel protagonist's concubine...

The good news is that the novel protagonist the Empress, is absolutely not attracted to this lil kid, nor does she ever treat her inappropriately in both the original and the current timeline, she just feels sympathy for this poor scared little kid and dotes on her and later on she full-on adopts the kid in this timeline! Great!

What BAFFLES me are the male love interests of the original novel.

So in this world families have different powers and stuff, and the Imperial line's power is to be loved by everyone but be unable to love other people (which, I'll get to that one later bc good god), so all the folks in the harem (except the sole underage child) are wildly in love with the Empress and would regularly beef with each other for her affections. Some have even resorted to assasinations.

The problem here is that. Well. In the original novel. They fucking beefed... with the eight-year-old, too. A scared little girl being abused, neglected, and manipulated by her father. A little girl the Empress feels sympathy for but harbors no romantic or sexual affection towards. That girl. Verbal bullying, pulling her hair, trying to take her only servant away from her, pulling her hair, assassination attempt (in the current timeline), and in the original timeline she got accused of treason and executed at... age 12.

Am I really supposed to believe that the concubines are good people here?!

So in the current timeline they dote on her and insist that she acts more childlike bc she doesn't act like a child bc she's an adult inside a child, they're like “oh it's so sad the abuse traumatized her and forced her to grow up so fast I want her to be a happy lil kid” and like. We have proof that they did NOT like the girl when she acted like a child (original timeline), am I really, really supposed to believe this total 180 for which there has been no concrete explanation as to why except “sooo sad she was forced to grow up fast” like bitch???????? Y'all accused her of treason (her father is a treasonous bastard who abused her), threw her in jail, and let her be executed????? A 12yo??? Hello?????

Needless to say I need those men to weep. They need to be tortured for their crimes.

As for the Empress's whole dealio— like is her lack of love supposed to be a bad thing? She's clearly capable of functioning and treating people with kindness. Such a huge deal is made about her inability to love (especially romantically) and as an aro it just rubs me the wrong fucking way...

What do you think of that one?

It started out promising and the protagonist not actually being romantically involved with the empress definitely gave me a sign of relief but God damn! The switch up is crazy and as much as I'm for the idea of not all concubines being evil.. in this case they literally had beef with a child and the plot gave them all plot induced lobotomies and its really confusing the hell out of me.

also the empress not falling in love is a bad thing? Damn they must not like people under the Asexual umbrella.

[cookies-and-music]

Ghost. - part 16: Carousel

My suggestion for this chapter is, of course, Carousel by Melanie Martinez, it's a totally different topic but it somehow sunded right.

Part 1 here - part 17 will be published on Sunday

PAIRING: TVA!LokixOC

TAG LIST: @kats72 ; @mischief2sarawr ; @m3ntally-unstable

SUMMARY: Loki meets sombody at the TVA he once knew. Unfortunately she doesn't seem to remember him.

"A retirement home?" Lydia wrinkled her nose.

"The retirement home," Mobius specified, "the one where Loki placed Odin in order to take over Asgard."

"Oh," Loki's past certainly didn't make the mission to save him simple "Maybe we shouldn't mention Loki to him."

"Nope" Mobius shook his head.

They entered the white structure and asked the lady at the front desk to see Mr. Borrson. She looked at them surprised.

"Are you family?"

"No, is that a problem?" asked Mobius.

"No, it's just that he's been here for a while and no one has come to visit him," she shrugged, handing them badges labeled visitor "Wear these and come with me."

She led them through the facility to what looked more like a communal space for prisoners rather than a recreational room.

"Mr. Borrson, there are some people here to see you," the woman briefly touched his shoulder.

Odin turned towards the two visitors who were waving at him with slightly embarrassed smiles. He smiled at the nurse, which she took as a sign to leave, and she walked away, leaving them alone.

"May we sit?" Mobius asked, indicating the sofa next to the armchair where he was seated.

"Certainly," he nodded.

Lydia sat between them. She hadn't formed a clear idea of what to expect when meeting the father of the gods, but she certainly hadn't expected such an… ordinary old man. Wearing a plaid shirt tucked into brown pants held up by a worn-out belt.

"My name is Mobius and this is my colleague Lydia."

"And tell me, do I know you?"

"No, unfortunately not," Mobius shook his head, "but we know who you are, and we are truly honored to meet you."

"And who am I?" He asked, raising his thick eyebrows.

"Well, we know who you really are" Mobius smiled slyly.

"And who am I, really?" Odin smiled again.

"Mr. Borrson, we know that you are actually Odin, father of all gods and king of everything else," Lydia's limited patience had already run out "We need your help with a matter of utmost importance and would like to ask you some questions, if you permit."

Odin furrowed his brows and squinted his remaining eye. "I think you have the wrong person."

"No, we don't have the wrong person" Lydia clenched her jaw.

"Trust me, dear, you do. I don't know who you're looking for, but I don't know you, and if you knew me, you'd know I spent my life as a judge, not a king, and certainly I have no children," he shrugged "I'm senile, but that much I remember well."

"Damn" Lydia widened her eyes before closing them, covering her eyes with one hand. "He's right."

"He's had his memory wiped," Mobius sighed next to her, shaking his head. "How could we forget that?"

"Fucking Loki, even from the afterlife he makes my life impossible," Lydia stood up, starting to pace around the sofas.

"Loki is dead?"

"No, but it's like – HEY!" Lydia stopped, gripping the sofa tightly. "You lied!"

"Well, did you expect me to reveal my identity to two strangers?" Odin adjusted himself in the armchair, sarcastically laughing. "If you know my son, you should have started with that."

"Wasn't Loki's spell supposed to enchant you?" Mobius furrowed his brows, leaning towards him.

"Loki is as skilled as his mother, but I am still Odin," he clasped his hands over his round belly "now tell me, what has happened to my son?"

"Nothing," Mobius shook his head "Just a small matter, really."

"Really? Because she just said he's dead" Odin pointed to Lydia, who was still standing behind Mobius.

"Well… he's not exactly dead" She exchanged a look with Mobius. "Would you prefer him to be alive or dead?" Lydia gave a weak smile.

"Come on, young lady, we're talking about my son."

The one who had scrambled his mind and parked him in a retirement home...

"Exactly" Lydia shrugged.

"Alive" he specified.

"Perfect, because he is!" Mobius clasped his hands in front of him. "He's just trapped, so to speak, in a prison he himself created. If we break the prison, we die; if we leave him there-"

"For him, it's worse than death," Lydia crossed her arms from her position. "Moreover, that prison is practically Yggdrasil."

"And this is where you come in," Mobius smiled at Odin. "We know that you know everything about the tree, and if there's a way to free him maybe-"

"You shouldn't," Odin shook his head.

"What? Why?" Lydia straightened up.

"Because if he did it, it's his choice. My son is not stupid, but he puts himself and power above all else; he's ambitious and selfish."

"How can you say such a thing?" she snapped "Sure, he's made mistakes, but the reason he condemned himself to an existence of solitude is to save us, to save him," she waved a finger as she continued listing "me, our friends, and the entire universe, including you."

Mobius ran a hand over his face, pressing his fingers against his eyes. "Lydia…" he sighed.

"What? Am I wrong?"

"Just breathe."

Lydia stopped, realizing she had lost her temper again, and took a trembling breath to calm herself.

"We know this is the person you know, Odin, but we have known someone very different, who has learned from his mistakes and tried to be better enough to be loved by those around him, to have friends." Mobius spoke calmly "So please help us, we are begging you" Mobius glanced at Lydia, who kept her head down.

Odin crossed his arms, looking from one to the other.

"Very well," he sighed. "Ask your questions, but you might not get the answers you desire."

Lydia raised her gaze to Mobius, who nodded, then she sat back down on the sofa, this time positioning herself between her collegue and the armrest.

"Is there a way to destroy Yggdrasil without causing a Ragnarok?" Mobius began.

"No," Odin replied curtly.

"And what about a way to get Loki out of there without destroying Yggdrasil?"

"No," Odin shook his head again.

"He's not cooperating," Lydia extended a hand before letting it fall loudly onto her leg "We're wasting time, again."

"Lydia," Mobius turned to her with a more severe look "Go get some water."

"I'm not thirsty," she furrowed her brows.

"Go get some water before I find a puddle and use it to drown you."

Lydia sighed and walked away, leaving Mobius to continue. After all, it was his idea to talk to Odin; it was only right he handled it. She walked down the corridor to a water fountain, pulled her hair to one side, and bent down to drink.

"Right, Time."

Lydia furrowed her brows; she knew that voice.

"What?"

She straightened up and saw the distorted reflection of herself in the fountain pipe, and behind her, Loki's shape.

She turned quickly but found only a young red-haired janitor.

"I said be careful with the water; your tie is all wet."

Lydia looked down at the fabric that was indeed wet and wiped her mouth with the back of a hand.

"Thanks" she murmured before walking away towards one of the bathrooms.

She opened the door and approached one of the hand dryers, turning it on with a sigh and putting the end of her tie under it.

How crazy. She was convinced she had heard his voice. Hallucinations were a new level of compromise. Mobius was right to tell her to calm down. Maybe there was some medication she could steal from the facility. Any would do; maybe it wouldn't make her better, but it would give her a nice trip.

"Excuse me" called a lady behind her, "do you mind using the right time?"

"What, excuse me?" Lydia furrowed her brows.

"I should use the right time" she pointed to the dryer with a smile.

"…Please…" Lydia took a few steps back, confused. She watched the woman dry her hands serenely, then smile at her before leaving.

"What the hell…"

It wasn't possible. Three times, the same hallucination with the same voice. It wasn't possible, or maybe it was? When she was captured as a variant and brought before Renslayer, even the whole concept of the TVA seemed impossible.

She leaned her backside against a sink. Maybe she was just trying to give a logical explanation to her own madness, but what if it was indeed him? Loki had become the god of time, but he hadn't stopped being the god of mischief. He could access anyone at any place and time and maybe enchant them. She wasn't sure how his magic worked, but if anyone could do something like that, it was him.

"Yes, but what right time?" She gripped the marble behind her, thinking out loud. "Loki, damn it, help me, what's the right time?" She looked up but saw only the ceiling.

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

"Come on, Lydia, think."

Odin sleeps hanging from Yggdrasil. Odin knows everything about Yggdrasil. Loki created Yggdrasil.

Something didn't add up. If Odin hung himself on the Yggdrasil tree but this wasn't created by Loki yet, what did Odin hang himself on?

Unless there were two Yggdrasil trees. Was that possible? Maybe. Fortunately, she knew who to ask.

She ran out of the bathroom and went straight to Odin, still talking to Mobius. She didn't know about what, it wasn't important.

"Can there be two Yggdrasils?" She interrupted.

"Of course not" he smiled at her as if she were crazy.

"No" she repeated. Not two Yggdrasils.

"Are you okay?" Mobius asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I have, but we'll talk about that later" Lydia shook her head, focusing.

It's just fucking tree. The one she repeated every day since she started looking for solutions to Loki's condition. A fucking tree, and trees are ancient, not eternal.

"Is it possible for Yggdrasil to die?"

"Of course," Odin nodded.

"And in that case, there would be a Ragnarok, right?"

Odin nodded again.

"But Yggdrasil is a magical tree, right? I don't think it can rot or… or be infested and consumed by parasites."

"Obviously. It's fueled by a magical core, a sort of heart."

"Who created that magical core?"

Odin paused, and slowly a smile spread across his face, one that reached his eye this time.

"I think you already know the answer."

Son of a bitch. She couldn't say it to the father of gods, but she thought it very, very intensely.

"Sorry, I'm lost," Mobius interjected.

"He came into contact with Yggdrasil, right? But that's not possible because the Yggdrasil we know wasn't created yet. That means we're talking about two different trees."

"And how does that help us?" Mobius furrowed his brows, looking at her as if she were crazy. Lydia was not crazy.

"Allow me to help you," Odin cleared his throat. "I think there's a translation problem. Our Ragnarok doesn't exactly equate to your apocalypse, but rather to a rebirth. In the ancient stories of our peoples, it is told of several Ragnaroks, in which a world was destroyed to allow the rebirth of the same and the gods who inhabit it. And according to these stories, there are certain figures who always perform the same task: who creates the tree and who destroys it, to then make it reborn."

"And how would destroying the tree help me if to do so I would have to kill Loki?" Her tone was slightly irritated.

"Nobody said anything about killing our Loki. There have been many Lokis and many Lydias, many Thors and many Asgards throughout history."

"Are you talking about reincarnation?"

"He's talking about variants," Mobius interjected, throwing a glance at Lydia, who raised her eyebrows, shaking her head indicating she didn't understand.

"After all, Norse mythology is full of cyclical myths. Everything is destroyed before the gods come back to life and rebuild."

Odin must have felt particularly generous that day, because he decided to help them with one last piece of information.

"You've studied," he smiled, pleased, "but allow me to give you one more detail, something you won't find in any text. The tree is not powered by Loki himself, but by his power, which is encapsulated in the heart of Yggdrasil and those, my guests, are two very different things."

EXTRALONG CHAPTER FOR MY DEAR READERS. I FEEL LIKE LYDIA'S MOOD IS "LOKI MA BOY IZ DAT U?"... GURL IS ONE MENTAL BREAKDOWN AWAY FROM MADNESS, AND I KINDA FEEL THAT. AS USUAL THANKS FOR READING AND A SPECIAL THANK YOU TO @mischief2sarawr FOR ALWAYS SUPPORTING ME <3. SEE YOU SOON. AAAAND IF YOU WANNA SEE LOKI YOU GOTTA WAIT, THAT'S THE PRICE FOR TRYING TO SAVE THE DUDE.

[lnfours]

Could you possibly do one where Tom and the reader who is an actress who plays a character in Spider-Man NWH are dating and one day for some mysterious reason Tom gets transported into the MCU universe and in the body of his character Peter Parker. Chaos ensues when his co stars are acting like their characters and he tries to convince them that he is not Peter Parker. He even tries to tell y/n that in his world him and her are together. The reader, MJ, and Nef agree to help him get back to his reality

oooh okay! i enjoy a lil multiverse action!

this got so long bc i got carried away but i love this idea so it's totally fine

come send me tom blurbs!

tom woke up to the sun shining in from the window. he rubbed his eyes and sat up in the bed, pushing the covers off as his vision cleared. his eyebrows furrowed as he looked around the room. he was in peter parker's bed, in his clothes, and in his room.

surely someone would've said something to him if he had fallen asleep on set, right?

there was a knock on the door, it opening slightly as marissa aunt may, peeked her head in through the crack, "ned and y/c/n are here, better get a move on. you don't want to keep them waiting."

he let out a sigh of relief. y/n and jacob are here. surely they'd know something about what's going on. what if they're in the same predicament as him?

she gave him a smile as she closed the door. he looked around some more, finding the midtown crewneck and khakis that were thrown around the room. he quickly changed, not really understanding anything about where he was or why he was suddenly peter parker, the boy he portrayed in marvel movies.

surely the multiverse wasn't real, is it?

he quickly was out the door, eager to meet his friends outside. he ran up to y/n y/c/n and gave her a hug. she was caught off guard, looking at jacob ned confused.

"hey, pete."

wait... did she just call him pete?

he pulled back surprised, "huh?"

she looked at him, eyebrows furrowed, "i said 'hey, pete'. are you alright?"

"why are you talking in a british accent?"

tom noticed she was in her wardrobe for the movie, which was a way too big MIT t-shirt that once belonged to her character's father, tony stark, a pair of jeans with black converse to match peter's. why was she wearing her wardrobe? why was everyone acting like he was peter?

"you feeling alright, man?" he turned and looked at jacob ned who was also in his wardrobe. a midtown letter jacket, a pair of jeans and sneakers. what the fuck is going on?

tom stammered, "i- uh, no. everything isn't alright..."

"what's wrong?" y/c/n asked, eyes filled with concern.

holy shit. the multiverse is real. in real life. and he's living in it.

"i think something happened and i got transported here from another universe."

his girlfriend and best friend looked at him and snickered, "yeah, okay, good one."

"come on, we're gonna be late for school."

tom shook his head, following them down the sidewalk, "no i-i'm being serious guys!"

however, the two ignored them and made way to the school. tom walked in silence, figuring out a way to convince them that he was actually tom holland trapped in peter parker's universe.

his heart was racing, mind spinning.

he just wanted to be back in atlanta with y/n.

the three walked into the school, meeting with zendaya mj at her locker.

"hey guys," she smiled, "why's parker look so sketched out."

"something about being in a different universe. i don't think he got much sleep last night." y/c/n said quietly.

"no, i'm telling the truth! you guys have to believe me."

"oh god, not the british accent again." mj complained.

"would you guys just please listen to me!" tom pleaded.

the three of them looked at him skeptical. they all knew that there was a slight chance in the multiverse actually existing, but no one has ever been able to travel through it. yet alone in their sleep.

"you were just fine yesterday," ned shook his head, "i don't understand."

tom huffed and grabbed everyone by their arms before leading them to a quieter section of the school: the library.

"listen, i'm telling the truth."

"okay, prove it." mj crossed her arms.

well, shit. how is he supposed to do that?

"okay, fine," he huffed, "my name is tom holland and i'm the actor who plays peter parker, i'm not actually peter parker. in fact, all of you actually have actors who play you, you're just an onscreen version of us."

mj uncrossed her arms, "still not very convincing."

tom rolled his eyes, good to know zendaya is just as stubborn as mj is, "y/c/n, me and the actress who plays you are dating in my universe, not just in the movie. your actress' name is y/n y/l/n. zendaya is the actress who plays you, mj. ned, the guy who plays you, his name is jacob batalon. all of the actors play you guys, the characters, in the marvel movies."

everyone looked at him dumbfounded.

"but you and mj are..." y/c/n trailed off, "you and i are just best friends."

"i know, but in my universe, you and i are dating."

"like peter parker and y/c/n or you, tom holland and y/n?"

"me and y/n." tom nodded, finally they were starting to understand.

"okay, you have me convinced but i need more proof." mj said.

"how else can i get you to believe me?"

"i don't know, how are we supposed to believe you?" ned said. he had a point, all of this did seem far fetched.

wait, if tom is supposedly peter parker, he wouldn't have peter parker's DNA he would have his own. which means he wouldn't have the radioactive spider bite. which means...

he's not actually spider-man.

"okay, so since i'm tom holland and not peter parker, i don't have the radioactive spider bite. which means i can't do this." tom said, walking up to one of the walls and putting his hands on it. he acted like he was going to wall climb, but because he didn't have his, stickiness as he called it, he failed.

which was the plan. and made mj go wide eyed.

"he's telling the truth."

"okay, so..." ned said, "how do we get you back to your universe and get peter back to ours?"

"i think i know a guy." tom said, leading his group of friends out of the school and down the streets of new york city. thank god he had caught up on all the marvel knowledge and knew as much as he did or else he could've been stuck like this.

"what is she like, y/n?" y/c/n asked tom, ned and mj coming up with different solutions by themselves as tom led the way.

"she's a lot like you, actually," he smiled, "i mean, other than the fact that she looks just like you, she's smart like you, goal driven like you, and she has terrible jokes just like you."

she let out a laugh, rolling her eyes and hitting his arm at the joke he said. he laughed with her, eyes crinkling as he smiled.

"is that why you hugged me earlier?" she asked and tom nodded.

"i thought the same thing happened to her that happened to me. sorry if it was weird or anything."

"no, no it's okay," she smiled, brushing her hair back from the wind, "peter and i have hugged a bunch, it was just strange at how sudden and bone crushing it was."

he let out a laugh, "yeah, sorry about that, too."

"all good," her smile never faded, "sounds like you love her a lot."

"i do."

"good thing we're going to get you back to her."

tom sighed as he stood in front of the building, "i sure hope so."

"dude! this is the sanctum sanctorum!" ned exclaimed, running up to stand next to tom.

"yeah, i know him. so does peter."

"wait, does dr. strange have an actor guy too?"

tom nodded, "everyone does."

"that is sick!"

"even my dad?" y/c/n looked over at tom and it broke his heart to see the sadness in her eyes. god, how was he supposed to explain it to her.

"yeah," he swallowed, "in my universe, your dad's actor robert downey jr, isn't actually dead. just his character, tony stark, is."

she nodded, looking down at her feet, "good to know he's still alive somewhere."

"if it makes you feel any better, y/n and robert are really close. almost father and daughter like, just like the two of you in your universe."

she gave him a small smile, "yeah, thanks tom."

he nodded, opening the door to see benedict dr. strange. the three teenagers and adult explained the situation to strange and after much convincing, strange agreed to send tom back to his universe.

he looked over at the teenagers who helped him, smiling. he hugged all three, his hug with y/c/n making him even more excited to go home and see you.

"tell y/n i said hi."

"yeah, tell this jacob guy i said hey too. if he's anything like me, he must be cool."

tom laughed and pulled mj into a hug.

"i guess say hi to zendaya for me, she sounds pretty awesome."

"she's the dopest friend i have. thanks for believing me, even though it took a lot of convincing." he smiled.

"you're just not very convincing," she said, "no offense."

he laughed, "none taken, i wouldn't have believed me either."

he said his final goodbyes and walked back over to strange who handed him the box containing the spell that would send him home. with a few words, tom was transported back into his room, in his bed. he woke up from a slumber in his own clothes, quickly sitting up and getting up out of bed as he rushed to the living room.

"oh, hey! you're finally up. i couldn't wake you this morning." you smiled from the couch, book in hand. he smiled, feeling overjoyed to see you in front of him.

"you alright, baby?" you asked, getting up and walking over to him. you ran a hand through his messy curls, his hands finding their home on your waist. he pulled you into a hug, kissing your lips sweetly as he took in the smell of your shampoo and perfume. he was home.

"you okay, tommy? did you sleep alright?" you asked, looking up into his brown eyes as they scanned over all your features.

"you'll never believe what just happened to me."

[goldheartedsky]

tagged by my beloved @ongreenergrasses for this writer's ask so here we go!!

1) how many works do you have on AO3?

Right now, 192, though some of them are art. So if we're talking strictly *fics*, then I think around 180?

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

a whopping 1,012,726!!!! 😵‍💫

3) What fandoms do you write for?

Right now it's almost entirely TOG, but I have written for Captain America, Agent Carter, Wolf, Close Enemies, and there are a few orphaned hockey RPF fics written by me floating around Ao3 🫣

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Carry the Field, When All The Boys Can’t Be Men, Fireproof, Lines in the Sand, and Tripping On Stars which, honestly I kind of expected, though it does bum me out that none of my AndyBooker fics made it into the top 5

5) Do you respond to comments?

almost always unless it's like... real weird or an emoji that I don't know how to respond to hahah

6) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I might have to go with Beginning to Feel the Years, solely because it's so open ended with the angst. I really love angst with a happy ending because I love a little ray of hope through the clouds, but the morning after this fic is just going to be so hard, no matter what.

7) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I really gotta hand it to North Star for the softest ending in the world. I said fuck the haters and gave Andy a husband, 2 kids, and a picket fence with zero regrets

8) Do you get hate on fics?

not usually, people tend to save that for Tumblr, but I did get a little whining on Change Your Ticket when I started redeeming Francesca the way she deserved.

9) Do you write smut?

the fact that this is even a question and not an automatic yes is so funny. Of course I write smut. Raunchy smut, romantic smut, angsty smut, you name it, I've written it.

10) Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Other than old Bandom crossover fics, I don't think so! I think the only thing that might count as a crossover fic is the MajidxManuel Wolf/Close Enemies fics

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

NO thank god 🥲

12) have you ever had a fic translated?

I have not, but I've gotten a few podfics done by @cookiemom6067

13) have you ever cowritten a fic before?

no, but I'd honestly love to cowrite one!

14) What’s your all time favorite ship?

As much as I want to say it's AndyBooker, I really gotta give it up to Steve/Bucky. They were the blueprint for a lot of my shipping patterns now.

15) What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Everything gets finished eventually, though it might take me a bit right now

16) What are your writing strengths?

Other than my smut writing skills, I think either dialogue or handling a lot of tough topics with nuance. People in fandom right now love their black and white subjects and I am all about that grey matter.

17) what are your writing weaknesses?

action sequences, without a doubt.

18) thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I tend to either keep it to small little pieces of dialogue in latinized form (especially with stuff like Arabic/Yiddish) but with Prodigal Son, I really wanted the language to be a little symbolic of how othered Ilan feels. Because most people can't read Hebrew, keeping it in its original form felt the most isolating. If you're not Jewish and know Hebrew, you won't know what Ilan's saying unless you *try* to translate it, which is more than what he gets in the fic.

So I think it can be an interesting plot device, depending on how you use it.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter but I was like...12 and that fandom got abandoned quick ahahah

20) Favorite fic you’ve written?

FAVORITE? Oof I usually say the Cherry Wine fics or North Star, but I'm gonna broaden my answer this time and offer a couple little one shots. I REALLY love Color Him Father just because I love the idea of transmasc!Booker, and then the one I love that doesn't get enough love is From Adam’s Rib, my golem!Winter Soldier fic

tagging @druckkugelschreiber @quinbi @captain-grammar and @shatterthefragments, as well as anyone else who wants to do this!

[anotherrosesthatfell]

╰┈➤Love sick

Don't ask your family about love 💀

Also, Alphonse have reasons why he gave the worst advises. First, because he is homophobic. Second, he just want to see drama

"Brother I need help." Angst said nervously as he fiddle with his fingers.

This is not a scene you can see everyday so Crescent is quite surprised.

"Of course but let me finish my prayer first. You can pray too if—"

"I need help about love-"

Crescent eyes sparks as he immediately left his prayers.

"of course brother! I have so many advices to tell you!"

Angst could tell this is going to be a long speech...

*a few hours later*

It's indeed a long speech.

"So what I need to do is to love him back, ask him on a date then kiss him?" Angst asked. "Is that what people with emotions should do?"

"Yeah duh, I read many novels about it. The heroine confessed to emotionless Duke and they both got the romantic arc yet heroine ran away because the Duke suddenly ignore her. The duke went crazy and obsessed with heroine so he kidnapped her and emotionally plus physically abuse her HAHAHAHA—" crescent realized he rambled nonsense. "I apologizes for my vulgar words, brother."

"Interesting...? So is that how love should be?" asked Angst.

"I mean yeah I guess.. Like mother and father... ... But please be nothing like father. Just inherited his possessive and obsessive behavior, that's so romantic in novel!" Said Crescent.

"Really...?" Angst still questioning whether it's a good idea to asked his twin brother. "How to love him back then..?"

"Oh, that's easy. Just think 24/7 hours about him." claimed Crescent. "I always thought about the God Sol and pray for him every hours."

"Right... You totally did not think of that model boy." Angst rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"If you're going to accuse me for adultery then no, I did not commit such sins. I just have this unfortunate feelings and I am mature enough to pray so my sins will be forgiven." Crescent is quick to defend himself.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Believe whatever you want to believe." Angst got up from his seat. "Thanks for the advice, brother..."

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

"Mom. This may sounds weird but could you give me some advice about love?"

Killer coughs after hearing her son request.

"Huh???" She did not expect for Angst asked such question. "Uhm... Angst do you like someone?"

"uh... I'm not sure but he confessed to me and said he likes me." Said Angst.

"Oh... Is it your friend Gradient...?" Asked Killer.

"yeah..."

Killer smiles at her son and pat his head. "You two make a good couple, Gradient truly like you. So you must like him back. He'll be sad if a gentleman like you reject him." Said Killer.

"Hmm... Alright, I see..."

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

"Father, I need advice about love—"

Alphonse choked on his coffee.

"What the fuck???" Alphonse is in disbelief.

"Just give me some words about love." He frown. "you lived for centuries, you must fell in love with many women." accused Angst.

"I did not." Alphonse sighed and say, "Take a seat son, I just know some relationship advice to give you."

"Alright, I'm fine with it." Angst then took a seat as he wait patiently for his father words.

"I take that Gradient confessed to you...?" Alphonse only have a disappointment expression now.

"Why mom and you knew it right away?"

"That boy can't hide his feelings. I'm surprised you are oblivious despite how many times he show he is in love with you." Said Alphonse. "But anyway... Talking about this, you have to keep that boy on leash."

"Why?"

"You know the reason very well. You and I are not so different, we both became 'lovesick' to our loved one." Alphonse grin. "I mean look at Crescent... He's all over that disgusting boy." Alphonse rolled his eyes.

"Oh..." Angst nodded.

"Don't be so down, Angst. Look at the bright side, you will have Gradient by your side forever and he won't have to leave you. Violence is necessary if he decide to disobey." Said Alphonse.

"I'm not like you...-"

"I haven't finish my talk yet." Alphonse cut him off. "You don't have to hurt him physically, instead you should do it mentally. Maybe hurt yourself if he decide to leave or manipulated him thinking you're the victim." Alphonse then pour a glass of wine for Angst. "Drugging him is also necessary... Just in case if he decide to fight against you."

"..." Angst nodded as he listened to the explanation.

Alphonse smile proudly and hand the wine over Angst.

"Cheer up son, at least the kingdom will have two rulers to take over." Said Alphonse.

"Right..." Angst took the glass of wine and drank it. "Thanks for the talk, it's quite useful."

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

Love and obsession.

Angst can't tell the difference between them. He likes Gradient right?

Yes, Gradient confessed to him. He made Angst to have this emotions, so he must take the responsibility.

But what kind of emotions...?

Desperation and obsession. It's not a pure love, no...

Angst seem to mistaken the emotions for love. That's why he desperately need Gradient. So he can feel secure.

Gradient is the only one who support and nice to him right? No one else right?

"Oh, Angst you're here!" Gradient walk towards Angst and greeted him.

"ah... Gradient." Angst grin as he hold Gradient chin. "The answer is yes, I love you too."

And that's when the chase between predator and prey started...

[breathenbounce]

THE TOKEN DUDE

There is a stereotype. Yoga is for women. All the woo woo shit that comes with yoga is for women. I thought this was an old stereotype but some people still think with this old outdated mindset. Nope men do yoga, and men love the woo woo shit too. However, when I do go to the many retreats I go to, I am either the only dude, or one of a few, and I am totally OK with this.

Would I like people from my gender to come to these wonderful learning experiences that enhance so much of one spiritually, intellectually, and give a nice little dose of good old self care. It would be great because it would destroy the bullshit that some people think. Well number one, I could give two shits about what those people think, and number two, everyone can benefit from yoga, meditation, mindfulness, retreats, etc ,etc.

Now I know what you are thinking. Michael if you don't give a fuck what these people think, why are you writing a whole piece on it. Well, I'm glad you asked. One, I didn't really know what to write about this week, but I attended this wonderful retreat my friend Mary put together this past weekend, so it gave me an idea. And two, I wanted to write this as an invitation to get more men involved in the practice because practice makes progress, practice creates winning and like Ozzie Guillen said winning is fun and fun is winning. This last part was not very mindful like. it was me trying to make people laugh as usual.

Women are the most important people in the world. Don't believe it? Let's see you give birth to a human. That right there puts the line in the sand. Without women, we would be hard pressed to continue the human race. Will someone figure something out in the future? Maybe, but right now let's stay in reality.

Women are all mothers in many different ways. I have learned so much from women as a whole. I may have learned physical things like playing football, fixing houses and being handy from men. However, my sense of empathy, equanimity, and mindfulness have all been taught to me by women. They are natural teachers, wonderful communicators, and live life much differently than men do. Women are always being asked to raise the bar higher and higher in their life, while men can be whoever they want to be. No questions asked. One big example of the difference between men and women that totally is bullshit. If women sleep with lots of men, they're a slut, tramp, whore, floozy, etc. If men sleep with lots of women, they're a stud, ladies man, role model...yes I heard one dude call a dude a role model because he slept with a lot of women. Gee, what an inspiration.

I think my love for these events and being in the company of women has to do with the fact my Mom was basically a tomboy mom and I never had a sister and I always wanted one. My cousin Sandy was the closest I had God rest her soul. I think through my journey and therapy I came to this conclusion. I have been accused of flirting and trying to "pick up" women. It's not like that. I just feel I can learn more from women then I can from men.

I have always had fruitful relationships with women bosses, while the men don't want to listen to any ideas I have. I relished my role as a father and loved everything that came with it. From spending time with my kids playing to taking them to appointments and activities. Many men said to me why don't you get your wife to do that? My answer is always the same, we are both parents and we want the same mission. Raise our kids together in every way possible. It's not like my wife didn't do anything. On the contrary, she was always busy. If she wasn't feeding them dinner, she was planning stuff for them to do. For many years she was a girl scout leader and a great one at that. I like to think we are a team. I am sorry than some of these dudes didn't have that experience.

By the way, remember that line about equality. Women are expected to take care of the kids all day, and occasionally the men can "babysit" their kids. My mother in law said that to my wife. Maybe Mike can babysit the kids while you take me to the store. I am the father not the sitter.

I like doing things with women because I enjoy learning from them, listen to them talk about feelings and what not as that helps me see how our brains are wired differently. When a man shares during an event and gets really deep and raw, it's one of the coolest things ever. It rarely happens because men don't feel safe opening up. Retreats are a safe place to do just that.

My buddy Matthew has done lots of work to incorporate men into activities like this. I have seen groups like Man on Fire (which I did for a session) really help men find themselves. I have done so much work for years and I am thankful for all the experiences from men and women alike.

So my two cents is. We are all one, and we are all the same, as much as we are different. We all inhabit space, and can provide it for some in hard times. I have found so many good things and its all thanks to women. My goal is to continue to find like minded me like me who want to continue to grow and build themselves up and level up their lives.

You don't have to be a woman to listen to light music, like essential oils, and get spa treatments. This is for everyone. Self care is a necessity not an activity. Get yourself some and get over to a retreat. Especially if you are a dude.

Namaste

M

[mimiwrites2000]

Attack On… Podcast!

Archive of Our Own

As the Attack on Titan series comes to an end after ten years, the cast is reunited in hosting a podcast, talking about their times on the set of the filming, their friendships, and all in-between.

And well, shenanigans are inevitable.

Attack on Titan acting AU, as the cast host a podcast, and interview the rest of the cast.

Episode 03

Armin: On that day, mankind–

Jean: No–

Connie: Nope!

Eren dying of laughter: it's not me this time! 

Armin: I fucking hate all of you.

Connie: you speak french? 

Jean: I already regret this.

Armin: welcome to the third episode of our production company forcing this onto us! 

Eren: can I just say these are one of the few situations where I'm glad we are actually done shooting? Otherwise they would've fire our asses–

Jean: not my ass though have you seen it–

Armin: I am already done, how did I even think it was a good idea to have all of you in one room–

Connie: I literally didn't say anything.

Eren: you interupted his speech–

Armin: first question! Jean, you may read it.

Connie: A little but too eager aren’t we–

Jean: alrighty so here, from X–

Armin: it's Twitter–

Jean: –they are saying are you guys friends in real life? No I fucking hate them.

Eren: like wise, can't stand you.

Connie: yeah we hate each other, we're not even invited to Eren's wedding.

Armin: yeah I'm totally not his best man, anyway next question, who is the most emotional of all the group? And who got more emotional at the wrap of the finale?

Jean: well… hate to break it to you guys, but I think the most one who cried is Reiner.

Connie: bullshit, it was you.

Eren: yeah it definitely was Jean, but the most emotional, as if in, caring, it was Levi.

Armin: Levi assigned himself the role of being a father to everyone, he was so nice to everyone, he even got us cookies.

Jean: cookies with some protein powder and very healthy components.

Eren: Those cookies were really good.

Armin: Annie was also pretty emotional.

Jean: hmmm was she?

Armin: yeah, she cried.

Connie: I don't recall it, like sure we all hugged and teared up and all that but I didn't see her crying.

Eren: you guys didn't see her, because she cried in the green rooms.

Jean: How do you even know this?

Eren: A lil birdy told me.

Connie: Is this birdy's name Armin–

Eren: which happily brings us to our next question, again from X. So, Armin.

Armin: yes sir.

Eren: people can't sleep.

Armin: oh?

Eren: because they now know you have a shirtless deleted scene–

Armin: oh God not this again–

Jean slapping the table: I was waiting for this! Who wants to start?

Armin: No, no! We have many questions left.

Eren: oh Armin come on!

Armin: Connie, this one's for you.

Connie: shoot.

Armin: It's about the scene with Falco.

Connie: I know exactly what you’re talking about.

Armin: Yes, so, this person, from Twitter, is asking what was your reaction to that plot point and how was your approach to it?

Connie: oh well that sounds like a deep question, hmmmm well, I don’t know?

Armin laughing: Can’t you come up with anything?

Connie: well… Falco got kind of worried about the scene, so– oh actually I met his parents to reassure them that all would be good.

Jean: They were worried about him?

Connie: They were worried for him, because he was so worried about doing a good job, his mother told me he was reciting his lines in his sleep at one point.

Eren: aww poor little guy.

Armin: Eren actually used to do this.

Eren: oh yeah, I almost gave my mother a heart attack.

Jean laughing: imagine your ten years old screaming at the top of his lungs about I will kill them all! 

Eren buffing his chest: I will kill them all!

Jean: He will kill them all!

Armin shaking his head: Oh my God.

Connie: No but Falco did such a good job.

Armin: Yeah he really did, but Connie, what did you think about your character’s actions?

Connie: Well, what other choices did he have? I would do the same in real life!

Eren: I mean… reasonable, I guess?

Jean: With your character in mind, you don’t really have a say in this–

Eren: Hey my character–

Armin: Ooookk! So, Jean this question’s for you.

Jean: Yes. 

Armin: Sooo, the question says, Jean’s character had a unique growth out of all the characters, he changed his whole personality, and he had a very clear goal in his mind, what do you wish he had in his arc?

Jean: I would love to act as if I’m wondering about the answer, but I have a very clear answer to this, I wish he had a lover at the end of the story.

Connie: But don’t all the characters wish that?

Jean: Yes, but for Jean, he gave away all that life to become a scout, and then his life spiraled out of control, and all he wanted was a relaxed life with his wife and children.

Armin: I like to think that all the characters found a partner by the end of the series.

Jean: Yeah I agree, and I know a lot of… theories, but, here we are I guess.

Eren: Speaking of theories, hey Armin.

Armin: what is it this time?

Jean: We’re finally getting to this?

Connie: so, as everyone knows, there are always deleted scenes, everyone knows that, of course.

Armin: What is wrong with you guys–

Jean: ssshhh let Connie speak.

Armin: I really hate all of you.

Connie: so there was that one scene.

Armin: it was added very last minute, it wasn't even planned–

Jean: which!!! Makes it more interesting.

Eren: so basically, the scene we are talking about–

Armin: you are actually, legally, not allowed to talk about it

Eren: and I knew you would say that and so I got a signed paper from the producer and the streaming platform allowing us to talk about this exact scene.

Armin: Eren you piece of sh–

Jean: so in this scene, it was the only scene in the whole of the series where an actual make out happens.

Armin groans: I really hate you.

Connie: Pretty sure it was a full on hook up scene.

Eren: It was written as a make out scene, but the director saw the potential, so he decided to make it to a hook up.

Jean: so anyway, as many of you have wished, Armin and Annie's characters are, in fact, the characters in question.

Armin: it was just a scene–

Jean: and so, on that boat, there was this whole make out thingie.

Eren: yeah it was actually fun to watch them filming it, like they did this whole sequence of sneaking into a room, and this whole act of being quiet and sneaky and–

Connie: it basically turned everyone on–

Armin: Connie! 

Jean: the whole build up to the scene was really great, and then we have the scene

Eren laughing: the director at one pointed suggested leaving the camera rolling and leaving the set.

Jean laughing as well: yeah I remember that! The scene was too passionate and sensual that we had to look away.

Eren: at one point Mikasa had to leave, she just couldn't look anymore, and by the way I knew this recently, they actually hired an intimate scenes coordinator, but after she saw them, she literally said there was nothing to be done.

Connie: guys! You are missing the most important part.

Eren: oh yes! So a shirtless Armin at one point happens, and, it feels almost illegal to say this, but damn dude you are hiding wonders under that shirt!

Armin literally leaning back in his chair with a hand over his mouth and looking down

Jean: you don't just kiss your coworker like that and walk off of the set, like, if I had a scene like that, I'd walk off the set and ask what are we.

Connie: they had to delete the scene to maintain the rating of the finale, because apparently people are more sensitive to sex scenes rather than actual rumbling–

Armin: it was not a sex scene.

Eren: which is exactly the issue, it was not a sex scene, and then suddenly you almost–

Armin: Eren stop! That didn't happen!

Jean: sure.

Connie: didn't happen at all.

Eren: not a chance in the world.

Armin: anyway, so, um, that's the end of this episode.

Jean: we didn't finish reading our questions –

Armin: we'll talk to you guys next episode, bye bye!

Note: that episode never saw the light of day,

Because Armins sweared to burn the building down on their heads if they published that episode. But, in the end, the producers leaked it.

[neteyamsilly]

Okay so yeah as I said I'd be back later, and I am back ( yeah very late lolz) So how are you???? Hope everything is alr? Okie so god, Jake seems pissed, the fatherly rage and all. He gon fuck up the person that dare interrupted this moment. Like my man was finally having a heart felt moment and finally realized his mistakes ( at long last) and was trying to correct them, but no, it can't happen not so soon anyways. Like this guy, I kinda feel bad for us when this old father was finally admitting his mistakes, some douchebag had to ruin it. like I can imagine the us goin "Aye U mf, this bish was finally, finally apologizing and u had to ruin it didn't you? Leave my father man I'll fuck you up, dumb bitch couldn't handle bein humiliated by dad and mom once that you come back again for more?"

I WANT NEYETIRI'S REACTION FOR THE NAME JACK, AND I SAW SM1 IN YOUR ASKS SAYING THE NAME JACK THE CANNIBAL. AND I LOVED IT WHOEVER HAD THAT IDEA. I CAN IMAGINE NEYETIRI GOING- SHE'S TOO MUCH OF A COPY LIKE HER FATHER- Like bro but god I re-read it again all the parts and I cried, an emotional wreak, the lucid dreaming? oh it felt so true, like it was not a part of ur fiction but the actual movie. This is how good your writing is. Okie so as you said we are heading to the Metkayina Clan. I want a lil info if psbl. Is she gonna fall in love with one of the Metkayinan Boy or Girl? I've never, ever been obsessed with a piece of Fiction so damn bad as this one. I'm addicted to this man, what you write hits right in the damn feels. Love you <33 AND YEE PAY FOR MY AND OTHER'S THERAPY BILLS. IMMA SEND MINE NEXT.

FIRST OF ALL NO I CANNOT PAY FOR ANY THERAPY I CANT EVEN AFFORD MYSELF 💀💀💀

AND totally uncalled for TMI but i wanna complain a bit,,,, I started my period today and things suck it hurts. the radiator in my room also broke down and im cold its winter here. but like. im happy regardless bc i have you guys<3 constantly am reminded there's a small crowd out there on the internet who love me (maybe) and my writing so im cheered up instantly. yes im being cheesy im on my period EXCUSE ME

MOVING ON THOUGH i want to say that man was one of the recombinants in quaritch's squad that wasn't quite killed and only wounded. the rest of his squad got extraction but he didn't, so that's how he made his way to the tree of souls trying to navigate the forest. i didnt really gave context to how sister!reader's rescue went because she was very focused on herself and her claustrophobic panic at the moment but YEAH I thought it'd be cool to establish a bit of a butterfly effect HSHSJDS ur gonna see what jake does with him it's going to be interesting

(ALSO THANK YOU AQSA TO THINK ITS THAT DESCRIPTIVE AND CLEAR THAT YOU COULD LUCID DREAM AHHHHSDSDBSJKDBK)

OOF to be honest i only have bits and pieces for the metkayina plot. if i were to write about it i think i'd do just headcanons? i dont have a lot tbh,,,,, nothing is set in stone at the moment. for the romance i have ideas i entertain, sister!reader is a character who can have interesting dynamics with everyone due to her personality. i havent really planned anything at all so i just dont know. i really am planning to leave the ending ambiguous sorry AHAHAH