#all to just poison his brother what a drama queen

[jesncin]

Your Ma'al is like...

Gender

ah yes, my devious little scheme is working

I'm going to keep genderqueer twinkify-ing him until y'all can't see him any other way

[icaberries]

What if the Vinsmokes were in the Wano Arc?

Go read Part 1 here but TL;DR the Vinsmokes regain their ability to feel emotions and escape Germa with Sanji and the Strawhats.

Mostly headcanons with a side of canon plot.

They’re still modded physically, but now their pain receptors are active so they’re dealing with the ramifications of years of neglecting their body. Ichiji is partially blind from using Valkyrie, Niji has burn marks all over his body, and Yonji has chronic pain in his wrists. It's a struggle, but they feel like they deserve it after all the torment they inflicted.

Ichiji comes across traditional tattoo shops in Wano and decides to get new tattoos on a whim. The ‘1’ tattoo he had before had been his first rebellion against his father and now that he’s free he wants to add more to it. He gets tattoos for all his siblings along his other arm—a pink butterfly for Reiju, a blue lightning bolt for Niji, a green clover for Yonji and a yellow sun for Sanji. It helps to ground him when the Feelings™ get overwhelming and reminds him that he’s not alone in this world. 

The drama in Shokugeki no Sanji with Sanji’s soba stall still happens, only this time he’s backed up by the rest of his siblings who glares at the soba competitors in submission. 

Reiju is first in line when the soba stall officially opens. She’d had to fight her brothers and the Strawhats for it. Robin is a close second but only because Reiju was distracted by her. If you know what I mean ;) 

The handcuffs left marks on Sanji’s wrists. Surprisingly, it’s Niji who asks why Sanji’s hands are so precious to him and Sanji tells them about Baratie and Zeff. There’s something about the sparkle in Sanji’s eyes as he talks that draws them in, the way he speaks so highly and softly about his found family on the East Blue. They wonder, if somewhere down the line, Sanji would speak about them with that same fond tone. 

Niji gifts Sanji a pair of dark brown leather gloves, long enough to cover the marks on his wrist. Sanji wears it to the raid and Niji is quite proud of it and claims he must be Sanji's favorite brother now. Until Ichiji chimes in and says that Sanji’s hairstyle as Stealth Black/Soba Mask is more similar to his and confidently declares himself as Sanji’s favorite brother. Ichiji and Niji argue for hours.  

(It’s actually Yonji who's the favorite. Sanji only has one little brother and he’s got a soft spot for him.) 

Just imagine Law, Basil Hawkins and X Drake watching Soba Mask. Now imagine them seeing a group of brightly-colored siblings cheering on Soba Mask, while they themselves look like Sparking Red, Electric Blue, Wench Green and Poison Pink. It’s a good day to be a North Blue fanboy in Wano. 

AND NOW FOR SOME ANGST!

They witness Sanji awakening his modifications and for a brief moment they’re happy that Sanji caught up to them like he always wanted, until they see the horrified look on Sanji’s face. He looks so afraid to turn out like them, to the point that he’d ask his own crewmate (Zoro) to take him down if he ever ended up like them. They’re not even mad. They’re just sad and guilty that Sanji felt that way. 

There’s a brief lull in the battle and Reiju pulls her brothers aside to tell them about their mother and her sacrifice. She told Sanji that story so he’d remember that his life was worth living and being kind. Now she’s telling the same story to Ichiji, Niji and Yonji so they can remember the same thing. Sora wanted them to live and be good. 

After his fight with Queen, the brothers hug it out. Reiju may or may not have taken a picture.

Right after that, the brothers now hug Reiju! Because she deserves it alright! Years of pretending for Judge, of keeping her brother's in check and dealing with their mother's death, Reiju did her best to be there for all of them. Now she gets to see her little brothers grow up into the good people their mother wanted them to be and she can finally stop pretending. She can be herself again <3

(I love Reiju sm yall but that's just the eldest daughter syndrome talking)

The road to redemption is paved with triumphs and stumbles. It’s just fortunate for them that Sanji has a good sense of direction. 

AND NOW BACK TO FLUFF!

Yonji continues to cement himself as the favorite when he calls Chuji the cutest thing in the world and proceeds to share his snacks with the little guy. Niji and Ichiji never stood a chance. Little brother is strong and is hitting all of Sanji's buttons.

The worst part of regaining emotions though? It’s not the gooey mushy feelings of love, or the cold guilt and shame over their past mistakes, it’s the annoyance they now feel whenever they witness Roronoa Zoro flirt with their oblivious brother. They can’t stand him. Unfortunately, he makes Sanji happy so they’re forced to seethe on the sidelines while Zoro picks another fight/flirting session with Sanji. 

Reiju doesn’t tell them that it’s not just Zoro they have to worry about. Trafalgar Law keeps finding an excuse to check Sanji over for his “health”, a jaguar mink keeps asking him out to smoke together, don’t even get her started on Basil Hawkins and X Drake asking her for her blessing. That’s not even counting Sanji’s other suitors who aren’t in Wano right now. Their baby brother is quite the popular guy.

[lola-writes]

One-Eye & the Dreamer

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x O.C Aylana Velaryon

Word Count: 2,9k

Themes & Warnings: slow burn, friends to enemies, enemies to lovers, violence, blood, targcest, sexual themes, tension, drama, angst, fix-it of sorts, eventual smut, sexual inexperience, forbidden love, high valyrian, dance of dragons, POV first person

Summary: Aylana Velaryon foresees Aemond Targaryen's fate and assigns herself to alter it.

Written from Aemond and Aylana's POV.

Chapter 1 (Prologue)

Chapter 2 (Aemond)

Chapter 3 (Aylana)

Chapter 4 (Aylana)

- AYLANA –

I want a trouble-maker for a lover; blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame, who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate, who burns like fire on the rushing sea.

The celebration was a suffocating spectacle. Meaningless chatter swirled around me like dust motes in a sunbeam, while servants drifted through the masses with food and drink, but the tension never abated. It sat there, uninterrupted. Like an echo before the words were even spoken. 

Parched, I plucked a goblet from a passerby tray and secluded myself in the shade, twisting uncomfortably in my gown.

In that same moment, I watched the Queen return to the godswood. The masses parted from her course like waves before a storm. She strolled right up to her first-born who was nigh-on asleep in his chair at this point. A curt exchange, a forceful tug on his arm, and the heir to the throne stumbled out of the gardens, escorted by two King’s Guard. 

“She looks unhappy, do you not think?” Jace had materialized beside me, plopping a grape into his mouth. 

“Who?” I stifled, feeling as if though the heat had thickened my mind to mush, because I swore there was two of him. 

“Helaena,” he said blatantly. 

My eyes found the poor girl at the edge of the garden, a flurry of nervous energy. Her hands danced in a silent, rapid rhythm, a desperate attempt to soothe the storm within.

“Well, I would be too if I were engaged to my brother. Or even worse, to Aegon,” I laughed, nudging his shoulder, to which Jace rolled his eyes. 

“It’s not funny,” he parried, “She looks positively miserable. We should do something.” 

I raised a brow and turned to my brother, smiling slyly in equal disbelief and mockery, “What are we to do, dear brother? Kidnap her? Take her with us to Dragonstone? Do be serious.” 

Jace shot me a look and shook his head in realization. 

“Besides,” I proceeded, “I don’t believe happiness would touch any of the Greens with a five-foot stick.”

Jace scoffed and fixed me with a disapproving glare. He really did have a heart of gold and I chastised myself for being so insensitive. There was no disputing that the Greens were not as we had left them. A deep sadness settled around them like a poisonous mist, though Helaena appeared to bear the brunt of its affliction.

Alicent grabbed hold of Aemond next, her fingers digging into his leather sleeves, her air vibrating with repressed worry. Aemond listened intently, a flicker of defiance warring with a deeper concern in his face, though he spoke to her softly, listening attentively to her wishes, but by the look of it, he was being castigated. He caught my gaze then, a spark of surprise before a steely resolve settled in his stare. My own breath hitched in my throat as our eyes locked for a heartbeat, a silent exchange that crackled with something unspoken. 

I looked away.

“Is everything well, sister?” Jace peered at me with eyes the color of a huntsman’s hound, rimmed with the most genteel glint. 

“Naturally,” I forced a smile, pulling on my skirts. There was no denying the heat. The thick, moist air covered the city like a woolen blanket. 

No breeze. No respite. Just the broiling sun.

“They’ve been gone a long time,” Luke appeared at his brother’s side with an ominous plea, wiping his upper lip. 

I looked at him quizzically.

“Mother and Daemon,” he clarified.

Though, they had been absent all but ten minutes, my youngest brother had grown timorous beneath the scrutiny of the Greens.

“I’m sure they’ll be along,” I reassured him, though my voice must have lacked conviction.

“We shall go find them,” said Jace with great solicitude.

With the jolted realization that I’d be left all alone, I grabbed Jacaerys by the arm. “Do not,” I blurted out, a bit too loudly than I had intended.

“We won’t be long, sister,” Jace consoled. 

“Our presence is of greater service than our absence.” My heart hammered strangely against my ribs as they turned to leave.

“Which is why you will remain here.” 

Before I could protest further, Jace and Luke melted into the throng, leaving me nonplussed and perturbed, a chill whispering across my skin in the heat.

A longing gnawed at me as I gazed across the glittering waters below the city, out of which our volcanic island sprung a mere thirty-minute flight away. I shamed myself for faltering so easily. A one-eyed eunuch with a grudge and a court full of Greens shouldn’t be enough to dismay me. 

Faint laughter followed by sounds of plunges and splashes could be heard down below. Women swam naked in the river, right beneath the castle. I grew acutely aware of the sweat leaking out of me in hot pulses, the heat clinging to me like a second skin, and the new dress that Mother had made me wear was not exactly helping my affliction. 

What I would give to be low born for a day.

A low voice, rich with an accent that hinted at sun-baked sands, startled me out of my musings, “With beauty like that you’ll leave cities in ruin.” His accent exposed what his complexion would otherwise suggest. But my train of thought was cut short when I met his heavy gaze.

Dark eyes, rimmed by thick black lashes, his skin olive and his hair gleamed like onyx in the summer sun. He donned a golden robe of samite, fitted tight around his waist by a jeweled belt, adorned by the sigil of Sunspear. A sharp rush of reservation ran down my spine. 

“A Dornishman in the capital is a rare sight,” I remarked, disregarding the honeyed words that coated his flattery. 

“Indeed.” Something amused and dangerous played in his eyes as he wafted a hand by his face. “We don’t like the smell,” he grinned, making the corners of his eyes crinkle. 

A wry smile tugged at my lips. I could hardly disagree with him about that. 

The stifling heat might have been unbearable, though the city’s stench was masked somewhat by the prince’s cologne – a curious mix of citrus and spice, like a desert oasis after a long journey.

“Prince Marius Martell,” he rumbled, his voice as rich and warm as Dornish sand. He pressed soft lips to my knuckles, dark eyes never leaving mine, “At your service.”

The son of Qoren Martell of Dorne - a traitor to the Crown, some say.

Their people were said to be descendants of the Rhoynar. 

Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken. 

And rightfully so, because they had never been conquered, and bent the knee to no king. Not even Aegon the Conqueror who united all of Westeros could bring Dorne to heel. Their independence had always sparked a thrill in me, though their reputation at court was as one might expect.

“I’ve been told that to trust a Martell is to be disappointed.”

He laughed. It was such a big, hearty, exuberant laugh, it came as a surprise. He tilted his head to the side. “Princess Aylana,” he chuckled, his timber disarming. “You Targaryens take yourselves far too seriously.”

My name on his lips caught me off guard.

“Your father joined forces with the Triarchy against Prince Daemon for control of the Stepstones some years ago, did he not?”

Prince Marius gazed out over the open water with a devilish smirk still plastered on his lips. “Dorne and the Crown has rarely seen eye to eye, it’s true”, he said. “But surely we have the right to our own waters. Do you not agree?” His mouth expressed its words in a stretching and sort of rolling manner, providing them with surprising weight, entrancing me like a siren’s call. “Besides,” he continued, and clicked his teeth together. “That was some years ago, was it not?” he smirked, echoing my words for a playful comeback. 

It was impossible not to be charmed by him, with his Dornish drawl and inquiring eyes. It felt like I knew everything about him, yet not a single thing at the same time. 

He spoke of his homeland with a passion that ignited a fire in my chest, reciting the histories, legends, and customs of his people, and I came to realize he was from another world entirely. A world painted in vibrant hues, vastly different from the courtly intrigues that choked King’s Landing. A world where bastards were not despised and daughters had as much of a claim as sons. 

It was riveting. 

A prickle of unease danced on my skin. My gaze flickered to Aemond as if I’d felt him watching me. His eye was burning me. His fingers trailing the hilt of his dagger like strings on a fiddle, playing the tune of its blade across my neck. My hand travelled instinctively to the blooming crimson. 

“You’ve been hurt.” Prince Marius’ words snapped me back to attention. I whirled away, the movement a touch too swift, a touch too desperate. 

“Dragons can be unpredictable creatures,” I offered tersely, an attempt of a smile on my lips. My mother’s words echoed in my head, a cruel reminder,

Know that you’re a terrible liar.

But it wasn’t a lie. Not entirely.

“That may be,” he drawled. “Though, unlikely to wield a blade.” He watched me with an inquisitive gaze, his perceptiveness sending a tremor through me.

“My sword is yours to command if you reveal the culprit.” Prince Marius drawl dipped a notch lower, duress coating his voice, as if he had not heard my explanation, or simply ignored it as a response of a silly girl.

For the briefest second, I genuinely believed he was a mind reader and I fought so hard not to let my eyes travel back to the source of my injury. Prince Marius’ sudden resolve tickled opposite emotions out of me, and I laughed. 

But the prince of Dorne did not jest. He stood there, unmoving, waiting on his command like a sellsword.

My laugh fell short. “That will not be necessary,” I assured him. Though, I had to admit that his sudden determination to root out my enemies without the slightest hesitation brought me satisfaction and comfort. 

Perhaps a Martell could be trusted, after all. 

I watched his mien soften to my reassurance. 

“How long do you plan to remain in King’s Landing?” I asked, attempting to sway the conversation in a different direction.

“Until the tourney, princess,” he replied. He was to join the tournament list? “Though everything after depends.” 

“On what?”

His gaze locked with mine for a beat too long as a secretive smile spread across his lips. “On you.” The words dripped from his lips like honeyed wine. 

My cheeks flushed and nerves played beneath my skin.

On me?

He bowed deeply and kissed my knuckles valedictory, before disappearing through the press of bodies.

The boldness of Prince Marius, it seemed, had thrown open the gates for every lord of a noble house to present themselves to me. Lannisters, with their gilded smiles and promises of influence. Tyrells, draped in silks, whispering of wealth. Baratheons, booming with hearty laughter and boasts of strength. Tullys, with an air of cautious calculation, and even a Greyjoy, his presence a salty reminder of the unforgiving sea. Taking their turn one after the other. It was overwhelming. Each echoing their house words in the stale air like hollow promises. Each offered a variation on the same theme: a plea for favor at the upcoming tourney, and requests to spare a dance at the wedding feast in two days’ time. The sheer volume of it all threatened to drown me.

“Cregan Stark of Winterfell.” A young lord, no older than myself, bowed deeply before me in black ringmail over layers of black wool and boiled leather, making him appear curiously feral amongst courtiers in delicate fabrics.

His forehead glistened with beads of sweat, and though his face remained stoic, a flicker of discomfort danced in his blue eyes.

“You’re far away from home, Lord Stark,” I said, offering him a gentle smile. “How are you faring in King’s Landing?”

A slow smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Implausibly hot, princess,” he rumbled, his northern accent wafting me like a welcomed breeze.

“On that we agree.”

He was beautiful in a stark kind of way. In the way snow glaze mountains, and the way ice reflect the first rays of dawn.

“Please accept this gift as an apology for the namedays I’ve missed, and as a token of my fealty to you, and to your family.” Ser Cregan’s hulking bannerman lumbered forward, the leather leash creaking in his grip as he unveiled a magnificent white wolfhound. “I’ve heard how much you adore the creatures.”

A gasp escaped my lips before I could contain it, as I observed the majestic beast at my feet.

“May she offer you comfort and protection,” he continued, adding weight to the word, and if it wasn’t for the bliss I was currently basking in, I would’ve grown coy. 

I could only imagine the state of myself from his view – a scarred face and a slashed neck. 

Must’ve been a sight.

“This is a most generous gift, my Lord,” I managed, my voice thick with a sudden rush of emotion. I dropped to my haunches and allowed the hound to sniff me. Her fur, the color of a winter blizzard, was matted and dusty from travel, a stark contrast to the pristine white of her glacier eyes. Her chest heaved with exertion, a giant pink tongue lolling out of her mouth. She was clearly parched. How long had she been out here?

“See to it she has water and a bath,” I commanded a nearby maidservant, and watched as the girl scurried into the castle with the panting hound. 

“I shall be watching your prowess at the tourney on the morrow, my Lord,” I declared with a smile. 

Lord Cregan dipped his head. “Thank you, princess, but I am not on the list. I will join merely as a spectator.”

“Very well,” I said. “I shall save you a dance at the feast.”

“I don’t dance, princess,” he rumbled, a hint of apology battling with his natural stoicism. “But if you find yourself in need of… meaningful conversation,” he offered, “I am at your service.” A ghost of a smile lingered on his lips for a moment before he bowed once more, and took his leave with his bannermen in heel, leaving me feeling oddly dissatisfied.

As the throng thinned and the servants descended upon the revelry’s remnants, I found myself beneath the white oak tree. Its bark was white as bone, its leaves dark red, like a thousand bloodstained hands. A face had been carved into its trunk, and its ancient limbs overgrown with smokeberry vines wrestled beneath the soil. Birds sang their melodies from hidden nests and brought a sereness to my overwhelmed mind, but the thumps of a cane against stone made my skin crawl.

“We have missed you, princess. I dare say, none has sparked the court alight quite like you these past years. Not even your mother when she was your age,” Lord Larys Strong drawled.

A tight smile played on my lips, a flimsy shield against the disdain bubbling within me. “You flatter me, my Lord.” The image of feet flashed before my eyes, and I had to do everything in my power not to gag.

“I must offer my condolences on the passing of Ser Harwin,” he said, his voice laced with venom, “You were so very close growing up. Even as a babe you were special to him. The gods are cruel.”

My jaw tightened. “He was your brother, Lord Larys. I believe it is I who should offer my condolences,” I said, avoiding his eyes.

Larys lifted a shoulder and stacked his hands atop the head of his cane, his fingers drumming a silent rhythm. “Grief, princess, is a tapestry woven with many threads. One person’s sorrow does not diminish the anguish of another.”

I met his gaze, a challenge flickering in my eyes. “Is it such grief, after all?” my voice was barely above a whisper, “You took his place as the new Lord of Harrenhal.” 

My statement hung heavy in the air. 

Larys looked at me as if I’d hit him over the head with my goblet. But I knew he was full of shit. 

“Sharp as a winter wind, as always, princess,” he said, almost in a state of admiration, as a grin tugged at his lips. 

The nausea I felt rising in my throat had nothing to do with the wine. Rolling my eyes, I gazed up into the crown of the heart tree, its face looking like it wailed in agony.

“They say the children of the forest carved the faces in the weirwoods during the dawn, centuries before the coming of the First Men across the Narrow Sea.”

Trying to dissociate from Lord Larys’ strenuous tale, I caught Aemond’s lingering gaze over my shoulder, and I couldn’t help but notice that he had not touched a scrap of food, nor drunk a drop of wine since our earlier encounter. 

A spark of triumph ignited in my chest – I had rattled him. 

But whether this unexpected advantage would prove to be a blessing or a curse remained to be seen.

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[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Gay wrongs tournament, round 2 of the losers bracket

Propaganda:

For John and Jack:

So, they both are literal murders. One of them is a little bit more insane than the other. Okay, the little bit part is not right, totally insane that is John, yes. But gonna love him though. He had been in rehab for alcohol, drugs, sex and murder. Don't kiss him, he might be wearing poisoning lipstick. They are canon mlm. They had been stuck in a two week time loop for five years, which was like leading a married life for them. They didn't actually marry, but they were partners, both in business and sexually. They worked together for an time agency. Then Jack's memories of two years were erased and he left. He went into  independent self deployment, doing scams using his knowledge of future events. After that he build an alien hunting institute in Cardiff, Wales. When John and Jack see eachother again after years, you don't know whether they will they kiss or fight. They do both. Did I tell you that along this story Jack became an inmortal who can't stay dead? No matter how or how often he dies or is killed, he keeps coming back to life. This is all very scraping on the surface, but oh boy, would it be at least a novella to describe them.

They worked together in the Time Agency where they did horrible things to the extent where Jack had two years of his memory stolen so that he couldn’t know what he’d done. They were also in a time loop together for five years where they canonically thought of each other as the wife (John was a good wife :3), and were basically married. Then they had a divorce arc and they both separately went rogue from the Agency to become conmen, although they still worked together/clashed on occasions, always still with that spark of passion. “Frenemies with benefits” Jack called them once, although John preferred “my lover, my rival, my nemesis and destiny. And bane of my bloody life.” Canon finds us where Jack has tried to reform and be a better person, but John is still chasing cons, and all he wants to do is bring Jack back to the stars with him, back to the crime and the glitter of the galaxies (it doesn’t work and he shoves Jack off a building but Jack got himself immortal so he’s fine <3) anyway I am very normal about them xoxo

In John's introduction to the series he shows up on a roof where some guy is mugging someone, grabs him by the throat and dangles him over the edge of the building while this guy begs for his life before dropping him just because he felt like it. When John and Jack interact for the first time in the show there's a super cool guitar riff, very evil western vibes, they walk up to each other, look deeply into each other's eyes, make out, then start throwing punches to Blur's Song 2. In one of the audio dramas we're told about various times where these two conned people, stole a bunch of money and gold and gems and stuff, then had sex with whoever it is they conned before (sometimes) killing them. When Jack devided he was done and left John to die John escaped and married the queen of England (Victoria) then locked Jack up somewhere to take his life force and live forever, destroying the timeline in the process. John has tried to kill all of Jack's friends at least twice to have him all to himself. He found Jack's long lost brother and when the brother turned out to be a terrible person with a vendetta against Jack John did everything he could to save Jack. Their relationship is canon but very one-sided most of the time

just this video

For the Doctor and the Master:

Immortal genderfluid war criminals <333

So we all know the Master has killed plenty of people, but, despite their reputation, the Doctor has killed a more than average number too. Sure they undid the whole destroying their own planet thing, but that's still something the Doctor did. Also there's apparently a novelization out there where, when they were children, the Doctor killed one of their childhood bullies but then made a deal with Death so that the Master had the memory of it and became Death's champion, which is pretty messed up and murder husbandish. There are plenty more war crimes on the Doctor's hands, and the Master has killed countless people in a variety of creative ways. Also, I'm having trouble finding the quote, but I swear the Master once said something to the lines of "trying to kill the Doctor is just my flirting" or something similar. But I do know Missy (also the Master but female at the time) described their relationship as "older than your civilization and infinitely more complex". They love each other, they're constantly trying to destroy each other, they are the only friends they each have who can even begin to understand everything they've been through; they've known each other since childhood and they've watched (and helped) civilizations rise and fall together. They may not be who you first think of for murder spouses but they really are a beautiful example.

[moony-2001]

Lore Olympus ep. 256 critique

A note from last episode

One thing I forgot to mention in my last episode critique is why would Apollo even be allowed to take the throne? Hera still exists. Zeus has brothers who could step up. Other legitimate children. Obviously, Apollo is the “de facto” ruler for the sole reason that the plot needs to be driven forward somehow, but realistically Apollo would be, like, the last person who’s allowed to step up. Speaking of which, where is Artemis? She knows what Apollo is like. Why doesn’t she step up if they’re letting literally anyone rule?

Ah, yes, of course. Our fearless protector of women, everyone. I have so many things I could say about Artemis and her portrayal in this comic but for the sake of keeping this post relatively short, let's move on.

The fucking nightie

Oh. My. God. The nightgown.

I literally had to put down my phone when I first saw her in this. The rage I felt and still feel when I look at her.

Persephone is a queen and she just found out her brother-in-law/supreme ruler is in critical condition after being poisoned with a "mystery substance". Jfc have a little decency. And I don't want to hear "Oh WeLl ShE oBvIoUsLy DiDn'T hAvE tImE tO cHaNgE" or "sHe DoEsN't HaVe AcCeSs To ClOtHiNg" because she so obviously did. Hades is wearing a full-ass suit. She had time to cut her hair and "accessorize" with a stupidly oversized hat and cape. She is a QUEEN. She has access to all the clothing she could possibly want. Persephone has no excuse for showing up in a skimpy little nightgown.

I just-

Persephone is not a good queen

Let’s be real here. Persephone is a terrible queen. What have we, as readers, actually seen her do for the betterment of the underworld.

She doesn't even follow through on her "promise" to help with the influx of the dead. Instead, she focuses on her own personal problem of her powers taking a massive shit because of a deal she made with an unknown being (which was her own choice). I mean, who could've foreseen the consequences of making a shoddy deal with being you've literally had no previous interactions with. Not me, that’s for damn sure /s

Let's see what Persephone has done thus far leading up to and during her reign as queen:

terrorized lower-class citizens

caused the return of Kronos

caused a child deity to be held hostage/abused by Kronos

Tartarus being controlled by Kronos (caused by Persephone)

the mortal realm dying

still hasn't established Elysium

verbally abused recently deceased mortals because they're confused and haven't provided a resounding yes to help with... whatever it was she was trying to do.

lots of sex

letting 2 beings who have no business listening to a leadership meeting listen in anyways because it's "background noise"

Yep, all the actions of a great queen.

Also, side note, when have we ever seen Hecate be nosey? Please correct me if I'm wrong, but Hecate has pretty much always looked out for her best interests and tried not to get involved in others' drama. Am I surprised that Rachel is changing a character's personality? No. Am I disappointed? At this point, also no. Let's continue on.

The meeting

The meeting was certainly… something. I will say I loved Apollo getting his shit rocked by Ares. But after that, Apollo says this:

I mean... he's kinda right? Yes, it was all a big ploy to get specifically Persephone there, but Apollo isn't wrong. Persephone does have a habit of hiding in the underworld and letting Hades deal with her shit instead of facing her problems head-on. Yet another fantastic trait to tack onto her resume as queen.

And on that note, we circle back to the beginning of this post. After Hades has his big-boy temper tantrum, Athena and Amphitrite rightfully point out a few things:

Athena is right, Apollo has no claim to the throne, not when Hera is still around and especially not as a bastard child of Zeus. In terms of a line of succession (especially since all of his children excluding Hebe are grown), Athena would be the best candidate for this temporary position. She's the goddess of wisdom. Who else could fit this role? Poseidon and Amphitrite are busy ruling the oceans, Hades and Persephone are off doing whatever, Ares is all brawn and no brain, and Hephestus wants nothing to do with his family. I mean, we haven't actually had any kind of serious interaction involving him since like halfway through s2 I'm not counting those 2 little portions in s3 with Aphrodite.

And once again, we have a character that is so close to figuring it out but I guess we can't be affording too many brain cells to Amphitrite since she was to share with all the rest of the characters. Also, rip Aphitrite and all her pretty loops and swirls. I miss the individuality the characters had back in s1.

Before the meeting can continue any further, Demeter bursts in deeply distressed and crying out:

B-bbb-but how can we tell if the mortal realm is actually dying if we don't have a handy little message at the end of the chapter that clarifies whether or not this is a metaphor???? Rachel, you know your audience only has the reading comprehension skills of a kindergartener, how do you expect us to cope??

Sorry lol.

Final thoughts

Surprisingly I found this chapter to be a little short, but I don’t know if that’s just me. Again I wouldn’t say that this chapter is any worse than 255 but it’s not great either, y’all know the drill by this point.

Until my next post! I’m hoping to be all caught up by early next week? And then I can start posting more fun things that aren’t chapter critiques 👀

[unicorncornflakes]

Little One - Story AU! | Chapter 4

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Paring: Reader x Aemond Targaryen.

Summary: You are the only daughter of Jacaerys Velaryon, future lord of the tides. After the victory of Aegon and his side in the war, your family suffers the rejection in Driftmark. There you must always give an account to the king's new hand, Aemond Targaryen. However, when the time comes, Aegon and his court claim you as Queen Helaena's lady-in-waiting. As a new piece of the Greens' strategy to coerce your father, you are taken to King's Landing to begin your life in high society. Aemond will be, much to his pleasure, in charge of guiding you in this new stage.

Tags: Alternate Universe/ Enemies to Lovers/ Emotional Hurt/Comfort Drama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st, at some points.

Tag-List (If you wanna be tagged in thi series or all of my work, let me know): @thedamewithabook @bluevxnus @tempt-ress @bellameshipper

Author´s note: Pls, enjoy! Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome!

Word Count: 3.5K

Jacaerys Velaryon had eliminated all of his children, each and every one of them. They had all been killed in the womb of his wife or murdered in their cradles. All but one. You. Not that his pulse had trembled. His pulse never trembled to remove his children from the condemnation of the fall of his house and his family. It was that the moon tea had not worked in your mother's womb with you, and then neither had the poisons that had been able to eliminate those like you who had survived the tea. Jace wasn't going to let anyone of his own blood have to suffer for his sins. They weren't going to be another strap around his neck. He couldn't, nor did he want to let anyone else suffer for his failure. He watched your little brother die in his crib. Inert and purple. Breath cut. His wife next to him, crying. It shouldn't be easy for a mother…nor was it for a father. But, he would rather see his sons die than become another slave to the machinations of the Greens. He wasn't going to let any more of his sons suffer the same fate as you... No raven was sent to King's Landing to inform you. It was your grandfather, Corlys, who offered to bring you the bad news. Jace was fine with it, he needed to know firsthand what was going on with you. And if the weather didn't slow him down, the Lord of Driftmark would be arriving for King Aegon's birthday tournament. Jace needed to get you out of there and he couldn't think of anyone better than Corlys to do it.

You hadn't said anything. You had not dared to say a single word after feeling Aemond's lips on yours. You hadn't felt revulsion... quite the opposite. You had felt your skin crawl, your stomach flutter... Aemond separated his lips from yours and you saw him outline a satisfied half smile. You averted your gaze. All your skin completely excited by that contact. It had been your first kiss, but it had not been as you had imagined. Have you imagined it with Aemond? You had imagined him with one of the Baratheon boys once, on a visit they had made to Driftmark… Another had been with one of the sons of the fishermen in the port. The boy always smiled when he saw you and you liked to see him pull the moorings of the ships with his strong arms... once... you had imagined it with Aemond... flying over Vhagar, free... After your father's last birthday party. After the one eye prince had spent the whole night looking at you... You weren't stupid... you knew what the men who looked at you like that wanted from you, even if you knew you couldn't give it to them...

You did not say anything. You didn't dare show any feelings after that brief contact. You just got up and left, almost running from that place, but Aemond didn't follow you. He was only pleased with your reaction. He knew you liked him, and he was going to play you for it. After all, he was a predator, and you were the prey.

Aegon was having trouble breathing that morning. He was choking on a mixture of phlegm and vomit that Maester Munkun was trying with difficulty to force out of Aegon's throat. Aemond glared at his brother's room as the maester continued to do his work. He wrinkled his nose as he watched the maids and maids clean up all the mess from the partying that had taken place the night before… There was a dead girl. Flies hovered around the corpse of the prostitute who, unlike Aegon, had drowned in her vomit and no one had helped her. After all, she was not from the royal family.

His older brother finally managed to breathe, and Aemond sighed in relief. He was not in optimal conditions right now for the transition of the representation of power to pass from his brother to him in a smooth and without altercations. Whether he liked it or not, his good management had ended up in a good image for his drunken and lecherous brother. The people loved Aegon, a warrior like the one to whom he owed his name, and they hated Aemond, a devious man who pulled the strings from the shadows of the kingdom. Aemond had murdered his uncle, his nephew... no one remembered Aegon's murders, but his were well known among the common folk. And Aemond, much to his regret, had discovered that gossip was very difficult to eradicate. Aegon took another gasp of air with great difficulty. The smell of vomit and stale alcohol continued to reign in his room.

"How are you, your highness?" the Maester asked as one of his assistants carried away the chamber pot where Aegon had expelled the blood, phlegm and vomit that had hitherto clogged his throat.

"Wine. I need wine” was all he said, and both the maester and Aemond looked at each other, as if Aegon never learned. Aemond walked over to the window as the maester tried to reason with Aegon about why he should stay sober for a couple of hours. The king's hand looked with disdain at the large number of wooden phalluses and lubricants that Aegon arranged on one of the tables in his room. He did not dare if he wanted to touch any of them, but the smell itself disgusted him, as well as the many recent and dried fluids that covered them.

“Clean this up, too,” he said to one of the maids, who swept up all of Aegon's great collection, taking great care and displeasure not to get any of them dirty. Aemond took out a handkerchief and handed it to her after the one she was wearing was soiled. She kept using it to catch all those monstrosities of different shapes, sizes… and animal replicas…

"I'm not going to your room and touch all your things" the king snapped at his hand. Aemond turned around in a bad way and avoided the corpse of that dead girl on the ground. She must have been your age. Two of the king's guards grabbed it and dragged her out of the room. Cold, lifeless eyes stared blankly at Aemond as the two guards grabbed her and pulled her out... Life could end in a single instant... the prince didn't even want to imagine what would become of you if he indulged his brother and  Aemond let him play with you... over the years, Aegon had grown tougher and more relentless with the practices that excited him...

"My room doesn't look like a torture cell... nor do dead girls wake up in it either..." Aemond told him grimly, and Aegon smiled to himself, shrugging.

"She could not stand. I don't care” replied the king, while he picked up his glass of wine and prepared to drink to start his day strong. Aemond continued to take a walk through the king's chambers while they continued to clean up. The rapid transfer of girls and women from top to bottom to leave the king's rooms in good condition. Aegon was still sitting on his bed, barely able to move on his own after the Dance, but even so, he could still fuck anything that moved. Aemond gazed through one of the open windows at your figure walking with Helaena's again and smiled... he needed you after seeing what he had seen that morning in his brother's room... he remained enraptured looking at you, admiring you... the maester looked at him suspiciously as he continued to inspect Aegon's now shirtless chest.

"My prince" Maester Munkun returned him to his disgusting reality. His attention returned to his brother and the maester. He moved to the bed again and regarded Aegon's naked form with distaste. "This bruise under the king's chest worries me" the owner of that chain that named him as maester looked worriedly at Aemond while he continued feeling the bruise. Aegon made a plaintive sound...

"I'm sure it's nothing" commented the king between groans and his smile painted on his lips. His eyes stopped at his younger brother, who kept looking at him stoically. Aemond thought that whatever it was, it didn't look good. “A simple scratch, a small blow”

"With what?" Aemond asked, as if he knew there was no way he could have hurt himself with anything. The purplish and purple stain seemed close to his heart, as if something had broken there inside his brother's chest and was going to explode. It didn't smell bad, but it did look terrible and painful.

“One of the girls hit me when I tried to put it up her ass. That's all,” he said, trying to sound casual, but Aemond saw it in his eyes. He was terrified. That stain did not have the common appearance of a normal blow.

"Perhaps... we should drain..." the maester suggested and Aemond nodded silently. “Humours are a very dangerous thing…”

"No! You are not going to drain me! No!" Aegon yelled in despair, so desperate that everyone else in that room seemed to stop their tasks at the spectacle that was about to take place. He began to kick and writhe on his bed, and Aemond looked around at all the servants, pursing his lips and putting his hands behind his back. They all returned with fear and uneasiness to his tasks... it wasn't the first time a wound or lump had been drained to Aegon in a similar way... It didn't look like it was going to be the last.

"Drain and report to me," Aemond ordered. The maester got ready for it. The king's hand left Aegon's halls... that day in the palace only groans and cries of pain were heard from the king...

You continued your day oblivious to everyone else in that palace. You were actually beginning to enjoy the solitude that came with your task of caring for Helaena. She didn't usually need much attention or strength. You had brought her a book that day and read it aloud. You thought you saw her smile. It was a simple children's story, but you longed to read. Then you took her out for a walk. The mute and unshakable queen kept looking at the most absolute nothing. Alicent had silently joined you in the gardens. Your body was with them, but your mind was racing in a thousand fantasies after Aemond had kissed you the night before. Why had he done it? You couldn't let him manipulate you. It was the only thing you repeated to yourself over and over again. It was not possible. Nothing that was going through your head was possible. The thousand and one fantasies for which you were scolding yourself. It was a silent, laborious mental process that you tormented yourself for. Even if you knew that you were the one who had initiated the kiss, but you were the one who had followed it.

A dragon passed over you again and you contemplated it again in silence. That day, Princess Jaehaera had decided to go flying again with her uncle. Daeron followed close behind. Alicent sighed in disgust, as if she, unlike you, knew what was happening between the knight and the youngest Targaryen princess. As if she had already experienced something like this... you saw her cry in silence... you wanted to go home... but, fate had other plans for you.

“It's bloody and slimy. I had never seen anything like it before” the maester informed Aemond that same night, while the hand of the king tried to dine before that image that was produced in his head by the bruises that formed on Aegon. This was worrisome, but he would survive. It was what he told himself. That night he had dinner without you, but that was not why he hadn't planned to see you before going to sleep. The maester continued his explanation and Aemond took a nasty sip from his goblet. He was making the little hunger he had disappear. "It almost looks like a curse," Munkun informed him, and Aemond's throat went dry. Damn Alys… she took another sip. She was already dead…she couldn't keep condemning him, right?

“I would like to believe that you are a man of faith and science, Maester Munkun,” Aemond commented, raising his goblet to his lips. If he kept talking about that uniform mass that he had taken out of Aegon when it was time to drain him, he was going to vomit.

"I'm just saying we should prepare for the worst," the old man commented, and Aemond smiled to himself.

“He has come out of worse jousts. He will survive” he said trying to convince himself, after all the bad weeds never died. As much as they tried to be eradicated, they reappeared with the first rains. And Aegon was a bad weed. He took another sip from his glass.

“Also, I've come here in case you wanted me to… take a look at your… condition…” the maester said, swallowing, and Aemond didn't dare look at him. He couldn't stand it when they asked him about it. He was always fine.

"I'm fine" he said without wanting to continue talking to Munkun. He took another sip of wine. He was always fine...

“Can you… ejaculate…? Do you reach the climax?” the maester asked as Aemond continued to stare at the food… who was the maester to ask such questions? Of course he reached the climax, if he thought of you he reached it. He told himself that you wouldn't mind something as superficial as... "Excuse me for intruding, but the last time I took a look at you... they didn't have a recommendable color... or a normal size..." Aemond gave him a dirty look.

"My testicles are perfect, thank you for your concern, Master Munkun" snapped the prince. Only the maester knew what was happening in the lower parts of him. Did he ejaculate? Yeah. Was he reaching the climax? Also. But he felt as if his seed did not have the same strength as before. As if all the manhood in him had disappeared. Helaena had not been pregnant since the Dance. He had been trying to give his sister another child for almost twenty years. Aemond blamed Helaena's sickness and weakness for this, but he…didn't want to accept it. He didn't want to accept that he very possibly he… could not father any more children… No. The problem was Helaena. You would give them. He would give healthy children. Children of Valiryan blood. The scourge of Strong's bastards was on you, but… you also had Targaryen and Velaryon blood. You were the best possible candidate for him… What was happening to him? He just wanted to play with you. He just wanted to make you one more piece on his board... not give you children... not make you his wife...

“Do you apply the ointment that I sent you…?” the maester kept asking and Aemond couldn't take it anymore, he needed that man to get out of there. Without a word, he rose from his chair and unbuckled his belt. He slightly lowered his pants and pulled them out of his breeches. He looked at the maester raising an eyebrow, as if he were asking if he was already glad to have seen them. The maester turned his gaze from him to the parts of Aemond. It almost seemed comical, but in truth, it was disgusting, repulsive... the man had seen more affections in Aemond's nether parts in recent years than in many men in their entire lives... a curse... that was all... according to Alys, that was it. What awaited him for having executed her...

"And good? Is everything in order?" Aemond asked rudely and Munkun sighed in part with relief. They were back to a normal size and color. The maester nodded, and Aemond once again arranged himself with his back to the maester. Desperate, the prince looked at the ceiling, what had he thought when he got into bed with Alys? At least... you would be... clean... he told himself while already buckled up again he looked at the maester... "Do you think it's contagious?" he asked for the first time, worried about what might happen to you if you finally… ended up between his sheets…

"The queen doesn't show any symptoms of it, so I don't think so" the maester replied without any kind of love. And Aemond didn't say anything, but he didn't expect that man to know that he was the one who was trying to get his sister pregnant… Aemond sighed tiredly, how had they come to this situation? "It's more testicular torsion than infection, my prince." Fantastic. Aemond thought that even from the grave, Alys dedicated herself to touching his… "I don't think you were going to infect the little Velaryon girl with anything if she finally…" the maester stopped dead when he saw the accusing, almost murderous look on Aemond's face. It was dedicating to the simple fact of mentioning you. The king's hand looked away defeated just when he saw the pale face of the maester... he wished... he really wanted you to look at him differently... "They are torsions, not infections, my prince" the maester finished saying.

"Fine," Aemond replied just before dismissing him. Now he had no desire to do much more than sympathize. When the maestre had left, he leaned back against the balcony balustrade and ran his hand through his hair several times, as if he were trying to think, but at that moment he couldn't take it anymore and he collapsed. Several tears flowed from his eyes. Aemond needed you, he needed to make Helaena another child... he needed to prove that those words of the curse that Alys had pronounced on him were not true... That night he did not come looking for you... and for a couple of weeks, you dined and ate alone, attending only to the queen... but calm always reigns before the storm... And the tournament for King Aegon's name day was drawing near...

Aemond held his son in his arms. The little boy had the hair of the Strongs, but the violet eyes belonged to his father. There was no doubt that it was he who had fathered Alys's offspring. He was a beautiful and healthy boy. He would be a worthy prince. Perhaps he could even marry him off to Jaehaera and end the inheritance problem. It was his son. He deserved the iron throne and much more... the baby cried again and he cradled it in silence while the wind moved his hair and his jacket with force in the courtyards of the red fortress.

"Shhh..." was all he said to his son, trying to comfort him. He should find to the baby a dragon egg to place in his crib, and he himself would see to it that it hatched... his little one was not going to be a Targaryen without a dragon, almost as he had been condemned...

"You are a son of a thousand bitches" Alys yelled as that executioner knelt her to the ground and planted her head against that wooden stump. Alys had betrayed him. She had never expected him to return from the confrontation with Daemon, in the flames she had only seen his death, and the rise of her son, and therefore herself, as lords of Westeros... this was treason, and treason was punishable by death. . Alys had wished and conspired for Aemond's death… he had waited until her child was born… then Alys was no longer needed…

She kept screaming and writhing… Aemond continued to rock his child in his arms. He would marry again. He would do it again, and he would have more children. Now it was a matter of restoring splendor to the kingdom and to his house…she saw Alys's cold green eyes fixed on him…she was still shrieking and writhing. She refused to die, as we all refuse. The stubbornness of the human being.

"Make it quick and painless" was all the prince, now turned into The Hand, ordered the executioner. He turned to go. He refused to see Alys die, after all, he believed that he had been in love with her. Perhaps not only the enchantments and spells she had performed on him were the only ones to blame for him ending up between her legs... perhaps... he would never know. Just before he heard the sound of steel against Alys's neck and the subsequent sound of her head hitting the neighborhood of that yard, Alys cursed him. She did it quickly, but that was only the beginning. The following week, his son, a completely healthy male, had not survived. And though Aemond didn't know it, you had lived despite your parents' attempts to end you. It was only the first part of a curse that would haunt the one-eyed prince for the rest of his life. Aemond had condemned his entire family for getting between the legs of a witch.

[wilcze-kudly]

I read about your "Avatar Bolin AU" and I got curious. And what would the end of season 3 and the whole season 4 be like? (+2 season, if you want, although Bolin would really not trust Unalaq-) Is Bolin still poisoned? Who is working for Kuvira now? By the way, I really liked your idea and the idea of ​​"Someone is the Avatar, and Korra is not"

Huh that's actually very interesting. I think B3 would still go similarly, though I'm also 50/50 if Zaheer could even carry Bolin's beefy boy ass like he did with Korra.

I feel like our short king would struggle lmao

Though if we really wanna divert from canon, I can see Bolin being more receptive to Zaheer's rethoric due to having seen what the Earth Queen's rule has done to his own family and also because of his own upbringing disillusioning him towards governments and law enforcement, since republic city officilas apparently did fuck all about the many orphans.

It could provide some interesting drama between Bolin and Mako who probably might make a bond with Lin. Not sure if Mako would become a detective in this AU, probably feeling a lot of need to protect his brother.

Also the conversation between Zaheer and Bolin would be so funny.

Zaheer: we want to help the common people by removing leaders from power

Bolin: ok. Yay ❤️

Zaheer:*whispering to P'Li* what do I do now

I would also like to still see Bolin and Ghazan have that weird bantery mentor/student thing and maybe even expand on it.

LET THEM BE HOMIES LET GHAZAN BE BOLIN'S COOL WEIRD CRIMINAL UNCLE IT'S ALL I ASK

So I could see the Red Lotus storyline going completely differently depending on how much the Red Lotus would change their approach to Bolin. Since I'm not even sure they got arrested in this AU bcs in canon they were captured during their attempt at kidnapping Korra. So they might be mildly saner in this AU lol, or at least be more understanding of Bolin since it's not like he ever "had a chance" to join them.

It would also be an interesting look into them and how dedicated they are to their ideology. Since they wanted to kill the Avatar in order to stop the Avatar Cycle but Bolin being an Avatar more open to their ideas might cause them to think more about this. Maybe they'd even be divided with, for example, Zaheer trying to continue the mission of poisoning Bo, while maybe Ghazan would feel more conflicted and perhaps even consider other options.

So perhaps Bolin still gets poisoned but this time Ghazan (and maybe Ming-Hua, depending on who she sides with) would try and help him.

I imagine Bolin would still need a lot of time, just like Korra, to recover and he would be in the South Pole a lot. I imagine Mako would be with him, as his brother. So would Korra, whom I imagine as Katara's apprentice in this AU. I would love to imagine some Katara and Bolin interactions bcs I think that they're actual pretty similar in many aspects.

Katara and Bolin paralleling each other

Discussion of Mako and Sokka's similarities vs Bolin and Katara's similarities.

Long ass post on these two pairs of siblings

I think Bolin would be more willing to accept other people's help than Korra, so he could recover emotionally more quickly, bit I think he'd still be very wary and more insecure in himself. Maybe he'd really fall wayyy to deep into his coping mechanism and rely on people directing him even more than usual and the plot of B4 is him finally becoming more independent.

I actually find Asami working with Kuvira very interesting. I don't think she'd work directly under Kuvira, but she could be sort of a business partner, supplying weapons and mechas to the Earth Empire. And then having a crisis when those weapons are eventually used against Repuvlic City because she should rethink being a war profiteer tbh.

I also think it would be interesting to see Bolin interact with Kuvira in an AU where she hasn't been manipulating him for years. Since he has a more personal connection to the Earth Kingdom than Korra. Also, since I want Wei to be Bolin's romantic interest in this AU (bcs I'm me), I think this would provide an interesting extra layer of drama lol. Let Wei radicalise Bolin against Kuvira it's the right thing to do.

I honestly really like this AU bcs Bolin would be a fascinating Avatar due to his past.

And I love Korra as the avatar but girlie deserves a break lol.

[dangermousie]

This sequence was amazing and the badwrongness of it - how he has no privacy anywhere, with the queen's family's flunkie spying on him even there - god. (And queen is his sister in law which makes it seventeen times more creepy!)

I have to say the ritualized push-pull would make not just him tired, it's making even me tired - he was not interested and she basically badgered him until he was and then she's all "but woo me" UMMMM. I realize that this is playing she is supposed to be doing and customers seem to like but it's yet another fake say-reply tiring roleplaying and he did that as a hostage and then now in this poison court and all the man wants is peace and quiet and a break and some liquor and nobody around. But I do love that the drama allows - I don't want to say sex since nobody is ultimately having sex in this scene - but the possibility of sex because these are adults for whom this is a part of life, even if in the "not right now, thanks" part.

Aaaaaa! I know foreshadowing when I see it! This is totally going to be his relationship with Shin Se Kyung, isn't it? (Also, it's been less than half an ep and I am already so freaking invested in him, I need a happy ending for him SO DAMN BADLY pls pls!)

And then she's all, great, I am wooed, time for business...

And he walks off. But what I love is even now, with a hooker (and one he didn't invite in) where the difference in status is immeasurable and when he's at his lowest, he is still kind enough to tell her it's not her fault. He's basically a quietly considerate person down to his bones (like the scene with the kid and the hat at the opening) and in that world of wolves, it's a vulnerability that will be exploited.

This is by the writer of the amazing amazing (if you haven't seen that yet, go watch) The Crowned Clown and it's so interesting because just as in TCC, we are given two royals one of whom is a monster and one of whom is deeply human but in TCC, the royal who was good was NOT a royal, he was a lookalike to replace the monster, he was a peasant and a nobody. But here, our protag is as royal as his monster brother, but he has gone into a different direction with it.

[wuzetianadmirer]

Obey Me x Queen Reader

Warnings: slight yandere and implications of foetus murder

I'm basing this off a C-drama I love; Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace

As a woman, a daughter of the Qing Emperor you had few options. It didn't help that you were the daughter of a low ranking concubine and not an Imperial Consort. You most likely would be married off to somewhere far away, to a chieftan or duke or any other noble. However, you knew you could do better than marry a good man. You decided to become Emperor yourself. After the death of your father, your half-brother had been crowned Emperor. Oopsie! If only a mere servant didn't poison him on his wedding night! And one by one, the Imperial sons were either killed or implicated and banished. The Imperial daughters were married to obscure men of the Empire. And officials began disappearing.

Who was doing this? You!

You had all the right people in your pocket. You had disposed of those who were unneeded.

In the span of two years, you had seized control of the Qing Court. Elevating your mother to Queen Dowager and yourself as Emperor. A female Emperor? There hasn't been one since Wu Zetian! You were strongly opposed but within days, those kind if thoughts were quelled. It was a blood bath, whether it was a necessary one, you did not know.

You had everything now.

Power was in your hands!

You married powerful men and secured your position.

And after five long years, you are your beloved King Consort were expecting. You were finally pregnant! You could establish your own dynasty at last.

But you were now in the Devildom. How frustrating!

I imagine the Mc to look like this:

Lucifer

Yeah, he didn't really care at first.

The only royalty he acknowledged was Lord Diavolo.

He didn't quite regard your ambitions with much interest.

But when you showcased your amazing leadership skills, as well as great diplomacy, and managing to quell those annoying noble demons, you got our boy falling fast!

He then started to understand your situation better, and you began to reside in him too

He too lost everything after the Fall

So now the both of got somebody to relate to

At times, you'd discuss certain politics over a glass of demonus

He also shared some tips as to how you could strengthen your hold over others

Has mixed feelings about the bae

On one hand, you want to go back to your husband. Everything you worked hard for shouldn't be in vain

But on the other, when you first came here, you were beyond stressed. Rarely did you let yourself relax

He decided to help you

And while you may not agree, you can have everything you'd want here. He'd make sure of it!

You want power, he'd make sure you'd dominate the Devildom.

And dont worry about the kid. He himself has unofficially adopted six demons under his care, what's another

Best dad/husband material if you ask me. (Better than the Emperor in the actual show)

Mammon

Man just wants to scam you out of your crown and jewellery. But as a powerful woman yourself, you decide to out him in his place

You, a human, put Mammon in his place. Kneeling at your feet, your heel atop his head.

Man would be lying if he said he wasn't whipped!

After that, he's like a puppy, following you around.

He listens to your story and how you had to struggle and conive your way into power.

He respects that. He's just sad, that a person as brilliant as you had to prove your worth tenfold before anybody aknowledged you

He was the first demon to form a pact with you. Thus, he wants to be your everthing. Your forst man as well as the person to take care of you

But that little bundle in your belly complicates things.

Nevermind! He'll just have to the best dad there is. For both your happiness and his.

Treasure, if you think you can go back...you've got another thing coming...

Leviathan

Your an Emperor?

Thats so cool! Totally OP

Was a bit sceptical at first as you didnt know shit about video games, much less technology.

You're alot like Simeon in that sense

He starts teaching you how to play videogames

And lets just say, you might have been rocky before but you're slaying it now

Especially since you have good critical thinking you can make quick counters

You find that you have a liking towards otome games.

They're similar to the fact that they're alot like dealing with people at court. Kiss up to a few people and destroy the ones that aren't needed

He thinks your so cool.

And after hearing you life story as to how much you had to give up in order to get where you are today, he's just in awe.

Promises to be your bestest friend as well as godfather to your bundle of joy

Satan

Doesn't really care, much like Lucifer

At first, that is

Everyone is astounded that you handle his anger so well

Must be because you're used to having to deal with hot heads

Especially those who didn't deem you worthy as Emperor.

Satan is firmly neutral towards you

Until he discovers your shared love of literature

Is is impressed at your prowess of poetry and appreciates it. Finally, somebody to confide in

Then he finds out, because of your constant strive for power, as well as your status as Emperor, you had to time for pets. Especially not a cat

He decides to change that

And suddenly your living quarters are now a pet shop.

Not to say you hated it, you're already having baby fever due to being....um...pregnant, but now you're having kitty fever!

Our man is definitely in love

Which makes him feel uneasy about your pointy belly

Contemplates killing the babe once its born, but holds himself back. He doesn't want all your hard work to be for nothing

Definitely helping you reclaim your throne if anybidy opposes you in the near future

Very angry about you going back to your husband but keeps it in

Cant loose a good friendship over this, now can ge?

Asmodeous

This echantress is set on seducing you.

Only your resolve is strong

He tries his best, only to realise that his charms don't quite work on you.

Nevermind that, your fashion sense is so chic!

He then decides that you need a makeover. Dont misunderstand him, you're beautiful as is, not as beautiful as him, but all that stress isnt good for you honey.

Insists you get nine hours of sleep

All that court shenanigans and running the empire has given you bags inder your eyes. And are those wrinkles! Honey, I'm gonna get you the best spa day of your life!

You become fast friends, surprisingly. Even you are baffled.

The both of you share makeup tips. He even introduces you to modern makeup as well as cosmetics and fashion.

You insist on wearing longer dresses and do your hair up. You sport long, elegant clothes. And while you think its fine wearing your hair loose every now and then you ultimately stick to your roots.

And while he insists that you'd look stunning in anything you wore, he ultimately respects your fashion choice.

He even replicates traditional Qing dynasty qipao. As the Avatar of Lust, he does have connections to all the high end fabric stores.

And in respect to your status as Emperor he insists that you only dress as the best!

He even manages to get someone to make a few sets of liangbatou for you (the type of headdress Qing dynasty women wore)

Is excited as to being an uncle! Definitely going on a baby shopping frenzy

Practically your best friend!

Beelzebub

I personally think he thought your crown was made of candy.

Cant blame this baby boy

He once even thought you were made of white chocolate with how smooth your skin is

Has tried eating you

Your glare, made his mouth go dry

You're much like Lucifer as to how you baby him sometimes.

You're quite tall yourself but still look like dwarf next to him.

A bit confused as to why you ate so little, even offering your food to him every now and then

He thinks its the pregnancy hormones.

Makes sure you're eating well, cuz honey, you're not just eating for yourself but for your kid too.

Definitely sees you as Lilith.

This hunk of a man swears nothing bad will come to you.

Much like Asmo, he wants to be an uncle so bad

"(Yn), you haven't eaten yet? Are you craving something. I'll go to Hell's Kitchen to get it".

Belphegor

Doesn't give a shit

Just sleeps

Only after Beel stats giving you attention does you pay a shit

You look like one of those prissy nobles

Literally doesn't care that you're an Emperor

Does that mean you can sleep all day?

Is horrified that you tell him that you barely get any sleep due to the stress.

A bit worried at first, cuz you look older than you are

Subtly tells you to get some shut eye. He even puts a spell on you in order to get better sleep. Makes sure your bed is comfortable.

He takes a bit longer to finally start caring as he isnt exactly the most proactive.

Same as Beel . Sees you as Lilith

Not too enthusiastic about your being pregnant. It just means a baby's gonna keep him up later on. But still cares. Definitely tries his best.

On the same side as Beel, Asmo and Levi; wants to the kids uncle.

Overall, you've got seven demons on your side. Quite useful incase there was any opposition on your part. Your kid is gonna have the best uncles!

[acopenhagenarmy]

PIRATES - CHAPTER 5

Pairing: BTS x reader but mostly hyung-line x reader  Side pairings: Jimin x Taehyung, Jimin x Ateez!Wooyoung, reader x Ateez!Seonghwa

Mafia!au - gang!au - assassins!au 

Word count: no idea

Warnings: Mentions of death, nudity and sex apart from that some strong language. And I think that’s it for now.. 

Summary: Growing up in one of the biggest and most feared mafias has it’s perks, but what happens when you and you’re friends are suddenly shipped off to the other end of the world? Will you stay together or will the world you live in tear you all apart? 

NOTE: I feel like this is both somewhat long but also short? Idk, please send me feedback, and if you have theories and so on, I love to hear from you guys!

-> NEXT CHAPTER

The days went quickly, and in two weeks time you had gotten used to the new routine. You started the days by working out with Jimin, sometimes Jungkook joined the two of you. To fight and defend on two fronts took a toll on your body. The good kind that was. 

Jungkook quickly got special privileges in the gym classes, teaching those who dared go up against him. No one really did, except you, Jimin and of course Taehyung. Tae and Jungkook's version of fighting looked more like small kids than assassins, but it made the hall laugh and lifted moods. Especially whenever you and Namjoon had to separate the two. 

In the following weeks you and Jin grew closer. He had been right, he was so much more than a pretty face who understood plants and chemicals. He was much more introverted than you’d first expected. He was funny with a laugh more contagious than the poisons he learned you to brew. You liked his company, but you still couldn’t decide if it was as friends or something more. 

Jimin had been used to people falling over themselves to get your attention, so adding two of the three Kim brothers to the mix, didn’t really have an effect on him. And if he were being honest with himself he too had to keep his heart on a tight leash whenever he was around Taehyung. The man with the boxy grin had fought his way into his heart, and whenever he looked at him it was with big eyes of admiration. 

Namjoon luckily helped him a lot. The two of them trained almost everyday, it was everything from lifting weights, sparring and dancing. 

“Is this really necessary?” Namjoon asked as Jimin got comfortable on the older man's back while Namjoons legs were stretched out to each side. 

“Sure it is! You need to be stretched out properly! And this is most definitely the quickest way of doing it” Jimin stated. A smile painted his lips, his eyes almost disappearing 

“I feel like my muscles might snap” It sounded more like a groan than actual spoken words, but this wasn’t Jimin's first rodeo. Jungkook was as big and stiff as Namjoon, but it also meant that Jimin knew just how to work his body. 

“Stop being such a drama queen!” His statement made Namjoon laugh which quickly ended with the younger of the two splayed out on the floor. 

“Oh god I’m so sorry, are you okay?” Namjoon said almost panicked. 

Jimin layed on the floor, looking like a starfish at the bottom of the ocean. 

“Namjoon, I’ve been used to much worse in the past. I’m perfectly fine” He smiled, but even though his smile made his eyes disappear, Namjoon swore he could see the hurt in them anyways. 

“Hurt how?” He asked and Jimin sighed as he shrugged. 

“You know… Growing up with a sister like mine you kind of get used to abuse you know?” 

Namjoon couldn’t help the puzzled look that painted his features, but instead of assuming anything he waited for Jimin to finish his story. 

“When you’re born two minutes after your sister, and your dad, despite almost everyone's objections, chooses to make her the heir instead of his son… Well let’s just say it causes a lot of bullying by your peers, and talking behind your back from the adults. Because what kind of man could you be if your sister was the first choice and you the second. Not a good one, that’s for sure” 

Namjoon watched as Jimin fiddled with his fingers and bit his lips to hold back the tears threatening to flood his eyes. 

“I’m so sorry Chim” He said almost silently, but he picked up on it anyways. 

“Don’t be, she had my back every step of the way. She beat up everyone she overheard talking badly about me, even the grown ups. She was the right choice for this position, I know that, and she proved it to everyone in the end. But… When I came out, it was kind of like people suddenly ‘understood’ my fathers decision. They praised him for seeing it from the beginning and for making the right choice. Because a woman were better than a sissy little boy like me” 

“I assume he handled them?” 

“Yeah, people disappeared left and right in about a month afterwards. And in the end the gossip about me stopped. But I see how people look at me, being like me is not really acceptable in our line of work” 

Namjoon laid back on the cold floor and looked up into the ceiling. “No… it’s not, I had my fair share of fights with people in my younger days because of their comments about Tae. He was always different, you know? His brain works differently than most, he’s special, he’s loving and kind and goofy. But people called him weird, first because of that, later because of who he preferred to share his bed with” 

“So he’s?” It was an open question but Jimin didn’t want to say it out loud for some reason. It somehow seemed too private. 

Namjoon chuckled. “Yeah, he is. You know, I see the way the two of you look at eachother” 

He said it as a statement not a question, so Jimin decided not to deny it. Instead he just smiled. 

“It’s okay Jimin, sometimes you find love in the weirdest of places” Namjoon sent him a dimpled smile and it calmed him a little. 

“Promise you won't tell him?” 

“I promise” 

Namjoon held up his pinky for Jimin to take. 

“Damn you aren’t joking are you Kim?” Jimin said in response to the pinky promise. His eyes big and dramatic. 

“Of course not, a pinky promise is not something I wanna mess with. I’ve heard it gives bad karma” 

Jimin locked his pinky with Namjoons as they both laughed. Afterwards he laid down on the cool floor of the gym. 

“I can't believe we’ve already been here for two weeks,” he said quietly. 

Namjoon laid beside him. 

“Me neither, times moving too fast” 

“Hey, now that I’ve shared my secret’s it’s your turn!” Jimin turned towards Namjoon on the floor, and saw the dimpled smile he sent out into the world. 

“What do you wanna know, Park?” 

“How come you’re the one taking over the dynasty, and not Jin?” 

“Ah…” Namjoon said and suddenly seemed like he was lost in thought. 

“If it’s too private you don’t have to tell me, you know?” 

Namjoon laughed. “I know, but we’re friends and allies now, so I guess you deserve to know just what’s up” He sat up and Jimin did the same. 

“Jin is talented and does have very good qualities for a leader. But he just never wanted it, he doesn’t mind being in the background, being able to do what he loves without any disturbance. According to my mom I showed early signs of being a true leader, so when we got older they asked Jin what he wanted the most, and being a leader just wasn’t it, so instead it fell on me” 

Namjoon shrugged. He almost looked a little embarrassed. 

“And do you enjoy it?” Jimin asked, which earned a sigh from Namjoon. 

“I do, I mean of course some days are better than others. And I can't wait until the day I find someone who can partake in the burden that is leading all of these people” 

Jimin couldn’t help but smile. He would’ve never expected Namjoon to be as humble as he was. It was refreshing. 

“Well from what I can tell people respect you a lot, plus you seem to have an incredibly kind heart, which is always a good quality, even in our profession” 

As per usual Namjoon partnered up with Hoseok and Jungkook for poisons class. And if he was being honest, he didn’t really mind. Him and Jungkook had gotten friendly rather quickly. The two of them didn’t really have that much in common, but there was an underlying understanding between them. And if Jungkook were being completely honest, Namjoon was everything he had always wanted in an older brother.

He was funny, kind, and smart. He was serious, and much like Hoseok it was only when he had to be. But the difference between them was that Hoseok was his superior, Namjoon wasn’t. So it was easier being silly with him, especially after he had seen how Taehyung treated his brother. 

In front of the three men were you and Jin. Sitting close to one another, smiling, laughing at each other's jokes. And the way Jin leaned close to you was enough to make Hoseok’s blood boil. It had been years since he’d seen a man get that close to you, and he didn’t like one bit. 

“Excuse me” he said, as he suddenly rushed out of the class. 

Your eyes followed your right hand man as he left. But you didn’t think of it as anything more than him needing the restroom. 

Jungkook sighed and Namjoon laughed at his reaction. 

“Is he getting jealous?” He asked curiously. 

Jungkook shrugged. “Oh come on Kook, you’d have to be blind to not see that he’s completely in love with her.” 

He couldn’t help the laughter that escaped him. “I guess… And what about you? You don’t get jealous of the two of them?” 

Namjoon couldn’t help but smile. “No, not really. My brother is a beautiful man, and if I’m being honest his beauty was the cause of a lot of my insecurities when I was younger.” 

“How? I mean you’re pretty hot yourself” Jungkook didn’t plan to say what he was thinking, and a blush quickly painted his cheeks red from embarrassment. 

Namjoon laughed loudly, and the sound captivated you instantly. You were suddenly made aware of the somewhat gentle giant who was sitting behind you. It made it almost impossible to concentrate on the man who sat beside you. 

“Thank you Kook! That has to be one of the nicest things anyone has said to me since we got here!” 

Jungkook couldn’t help but return the dimpled smile the leader sent him. 

“Jin is beautiful, but annoying and honestly he is a lot. So I think I’m just waiting for her to get tired of him” He whispered to the younger man, to prevent his brother from hearing. 

“You really think that’ll happen?” 

“Honestly I have no idea. But I won't intervene in other people's relationships. If she’s meant to be his, she will be. True love, well love in general is to pure, to perfect and to rare in our profession for any of us to meddle with” 

Jungkook couldn’t help but admire his point of view. It was refreshing to hear a man other than just him and Jimin speak about love like that. 

The eight of you sat together once again at lunch. People around you were quickly getting used to the fact that the Kim’s and the Park’s were allies, and most people therefore chose to avoid you all. It was easier that way. 

Even though the cafeteria was loud, it wasn’t loud enough to shut out the loud screams and laughs that suddenly rang through the corridors, on the other side of the doors of the loud room. 

It quickly forced people to look towards the doors in anticipation for whoever was able to make that much noise. 

“Isn’t that…?” Jimin asked as he learned towards you, voice not louder than a whisper. 

“I think it might be,” you said as a giant smile painted your lips. 

The Kim brothers and their trusted Min looked at you and your men. Wondering just why Hoseok looked pissed, why Jungkook looked happy, why Jimin was blushing and why your eyes suddenly sparkled. 

The doors were then abruptly opened, and a rather small man appeared, but he radiated power and his aura was almost suffocating. 

Behind him followed seven men, one taller and wider than the other, all with a smirk painted on their perfectly sculpted lips. 

The small man found Namjoons eyes almost instantly, and he waved in response. The rest of his men looked in your general direction and it didn’t take long for all of them to notice the close proximity between you and the Kims. 

A second later one of them sprinted towards you. Jimin quickly grabbed Tae’s gun as he tried to pull it on the mountain of a man who ran towards them. 

But before they had the chance to ask you just what was going on you were being pulled from your seat and twirled around like a child. 

“My favorite Park!” he yelled as you laughed. 

“My favorite Choi!” You answered. 

It didn’t take long before a man as alluring as Jimin was sitting beside him, whispering in his ear. The blush that painted his cheeks almost enraged Taehyung, and if it wasn’t for Namjoon he would’ve most likely not have been able to control himself. 

“It’s been forever, San!” You said as the man sat you down. 

He was wearing black cargo pants and a bulletproof vest, but with nothing underneath, so it was very easy to spot the giant ‘A’ he had tattooed on his abs. 

The rest of the men quickly gathered around you and the boys, some hugging each other, others meeting for the first time. 

“Hongjoong” Namjoon said as the smaller man had catched up to the rest. Behind him stood one of the most beautiful men any of the Kims had seen. 

“Hello cousin” He answered before they hugged each other. 

“Meet my right hand man; Park Seonghwa,” he said, and the two quickly shook hands. 

Seonghwa’s eyes kept darting towards you whenever you laughed, and Namjoon quickly catched on. 

“Just go Hwa, you’ll be insufferable if you don’t get a chance to say hello” Hongjoong said. And the beauty quickly left the two cousins alone. 

“You guys are a little late, aren’t you?” Namjoon asked. 

Hongjoong shrugged. “A little, we were stuck in a hurricane for a little while, and then we ran into a few ships that were just laying there with a lot of precious cargo, what would you have us do? Leave them without robbing them?” He laughed. 

“Of course not,” Namjoon said. 

“So you’re in an alliance with the Parks huh?” 

Namjoon nodded. 

“What does your father say to that? And don’t say he’s happy about it, cause I know better”

“Haven't really told him yet” 

Hongjoong laughed. “Of course you haven't” 

You didn’t really notice Namjoon and Hongjoong talking, hell you didn’t really notice anything after you’d locked eyes with Hwa. 

“Y/….” He almost said your name, luckily for you it was no more than a whisper. 

He pulled you towards him. Burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your perfume. As the two of you separated you could feel everyone's eyes staring at the pair of you. But you didn’t really care. 

You wanted to push him away, you wanted to be cold towards him, but the truth was that you had missed being in his arms. 

He kissed the top of your head, lips lingering a little too long for it to be in a friendly kind of way. 

Namjoon saw how Hoseok rolled his eyes at the gesture. So this must be an ex…

“I’ve missed you Blade, it’s been a while,” Seonghwa said. 

“That’s kind of your own doing isn’t it?” Your voice was more teasing than mean. He shrugged, but smiled nonetheless. 

Hongjoong stepped towards you, but Seonghwa never let go of you despite it. 

“I see you’ve exchanged one Kim for the other Blade, and here I thought I was your favorite” Hongjoong said teasingly. 

Namjoon and you both laughed. 

“Sorry, Tae kind of stole that place when he defended me two weeks ago despite not knowing me” 

Namjoons smile widened at your words. Gosh, I adore her.

Hongjoong couldn’t help but laugh. “Of course he did, good job cousin!” He gave Tae a high five in response. “So I guess this makes us all allies then” 

“I guess so” You answered as you looked up at Seonghwa, and his eyes instantly found yours while his one hand tried to sneak around your waist. 

You knew exactly what he was trying to do, but you had closed your heart off to him long ago, and therefore took two long strides away from him, leaving you in near proximity to Namjoon. 

You needed some sort of reassurance, and he knew it instantly. You held your hands behind your back, shielding them off for everyone except him, turning the ring on your pinky. 

It was a thing you did whenever you felt nervous or uncomfortable in any type of situation, and he had picked up on it rather quickly. 

He slowly reached out, intertwining his hand with yours. He heard how your breath hitched by the sudden contact, but it didn’t take you long before you relaxed, leaving him painting circles on your skin in pure excitement. She didn’t let go!

Namjoon couldn’t help the smile he flashed. His brothers saw the change in him instantly. He suddenly stood a little taller, a little more confident. 

“This is gonna be fun!” one of Hongjoongs men said. The man had finally left Jimin alone, which made it easier for Taehyung to breathe. “I’m Wooyoung by the way” he said as he waved. 

The men then proceeded to introduce themselves. Namjoon was convinced he wouldn’t remember any of their names, his focus was on you and you alone. His skin, touching yours. 

“Well we were almost done with lunch, so you’ll get to join us for the next class” Jimin said. 

Jimin wasn’t stupid, he had always been the only one who could read you like an open book. And the red tint on your ears and cheeks were so easy to spot, that he for a second thought that the two of you might want to get caught with whatever you were up to. 

“Sounds like a plan” Seonghwa said, as he once again smiled at you. But Namjoon didn’t care, you were his for these seconds he held your hand, and no man, no matter how beautiful, could take that away from him. 

“Lead the way” Hongjoong said, and Taehyung quickly showed his cousin which way to go by basically dragging him along. 

You and Namjoon stayed behind for as long as you could. And once the rest of the men were out of earshot you turned around to look up at him, with sparkling eyes. 

“Thank you” it was no more than a whisper, but it was easy to hear the sincerity in your voice. 

“Aways” 

The smile he sent you could’ve stopped your heart if you’d let it. 

Are you the one who’ll give meaning to my memories?

[mythica0]

QUICK! LEE RAPH AND LER APRIL! Raph could be feeling sad because he always feel pressured to make others feel better since he’s the big brother, but April being the big sister to all of them tickles Raph to help him know that he can ask for help too 💖

Older siblings

🎂:ROTTMNT

🧁:Raph

🍫:April

Summary: Raph and April have a.. “talk”.. between older siblings.

A/N: THANK YOU DEAR MUTUAL NOW TAKE THIS CHAOS! Also, this is very platonic. Very very very platonic. Any suggestions otherwise can go screw poison ivy.

Older siblings

Brotherhood. A relationship between brothers.

To say that Raph takes his job as the oldest Hamato brother seriously would be an understatement.

He is constantly pushing himself to protect them, lift their spirits where he could(even though that was more of the youngest’s speed.) and be there for them above all.

He ended up being a sort of father figure, as he helped take care of the others when Splinter wasn’t able to. [Raph had no resentment at his dad for this. He knew that dad tried his best, but he had just been turned into a rat and lost his whole life, and was still getting over trauma from his past. He couldn’t blame his father for needing help sometimes.]

It put a lot of pressure on the red-wearing snapper, and today was no exception.

Him and his brothers had Gina on a mission that day, and although they succeeded unharmed, Leo had ended up nearly getting badly hurt.

He wasn’t, thankfully the attack was dodged and he came out unscathed, but Raph was so scared and sad that he couldn’t protect his little brother.

As soon as they got back to the lair, April following close behind, Raph went right to his room and sunk to the floor against the wall.

“Ugh. What happened out there, Raph?” He whispered to himself, unknowing of the human figure who had followed him.

April smiled slightly and walked in, responding softly, “You couldn’t be everywhere at once.”

Raph snapped his head up, saw April, and blushed a bit in embarrassment. “You, uh… you weren’t supposed to hear that.”

“Mhmm. Well, I did, and we’re gonna talk about it, big guy.”

Raph sighed but smiled softly. “All right, then.”

“We are the older siblings. It’s not just you, ya know. I mean, I might not look it, but I am older than you.”

Raph nodded. April softened her voice even further as she continued.

“Yeah, it’s our job as the older siblings to protect the others, but that’s not our only job. It’s also our job to take care of ourselves. Can’t give away something you don’t have, get it?”

“Yeheah, I…I think I’m picking up what you’re throwing down.” The snapper chuckled.

April thought of something that might help the message… stick. She hid the mischievous smile that was starting to form and opened up her arms.

“Now, give me a hug, big guy.”

Raph complied, completely unaware of his older sister’s plan.

April let the smirk gain control of her features and pinched Raph’s side.

Raph let out a surprisingly high-pitched squeal at the feeling.

“April, whahat ahare you doHIhin’?”

“I think you know.” She replied teasingly as she picked up the pace on her light pinching.

Raph quickly lost control and fell into giggles, his long tail swishing behind him.

“Aww, look, Raphie, your tail is wagging!”

“Shuhuhuhat uhup!”

“You only say that cause you know I’m right~ But I still think that deserves a raspberry, don’t you?”

“Nohohoho! Dohoho nahahat!”

“What was that? Please do? Okay!” April took a big breath and blew a raspberry right into Raph’s plastron.

“NohohnohonohoNOHAHA! AHAHAPRIHIHIL!”

“Whaaaat~?”

“AHAPRIHIL STAHAHP!”

“Alright, fine~ ya big drama queen.” She let go of him and sat up, waiting for him to catch his breath.

“Raha.. Raph is nohowhere nehehear as big a drahama queen as Leo or Donnie ahand you know ihit.”

April chuckled. “No doubt about that. Speaking of which, Mikey is cooking Dinner, let’s go.”

When it came to Raph and April, there was no denying that they lived being the older siblings.

———THE END————————————————

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Gay wrongs tournament, round one of the losers bracket

Propaganda:

For John and Jack:

So, they both are literal murders. One of them is a little bit more insane than the other. Okay, the little bit part is not right, totally insane that is John, yes. But gonna love him though. He had been in rehab for alcohol, drugs, sex and murder. Don't kiss him, he might be wearing poisoning lipstick. They are canon mlm. They had been stuck in a two week time loop for five years, which was like leading a married life for them. They didn't actually marry, but they were partners, both in business and sexually. They worked together for an time agency. Then Jack's memories of two years were erased and he left. He went into  independent self deployment, doing scams using his knowledge of future events. After that he build an alien hunting institute in Cardiff, Wales. When John and Jack see eachother again after years, you don't know whether they will they kiss or fight. They do both. Did I tell you that along this story Jack became an inmortal who can't stay dead? No matter how or how often he dies or is killed, he keeps coming back to life. This is all very scraping on the surface, but oh boy, would it be at least a novella to describe them.

They worked together in the Time Agency where they did horrible things to the extent where Jack had two years of his memory stolen so that he couldn’t know what he’d done. They were also in a time loop together for five years where they canonically thought of each other as the wife (John was a good wife :3), and were basically married. Then they had a divorce arc and they both separately went rogue from the Agency to become conmen, although they still worked together/clashed on occasions, always still with that spark of passion. “Frenemies with benefits” Jack called them once, although John preferred “my lover, my rival, my nemesis and destiny. And bane of my bloody life.” Canon finds us where Jack has tried to reform and be a better person, but John is still chasing cons, and all he wants to do is bring Jack back to the stars with him, back to the crime and the glitter of the galaxies (it doesn’t work and he shoves Jack off a building but Jack got himself immortal so he’s fine <3) anyway I am very normal about them xoxo

In John's introduction to the series he shows up on a roof where some guy is mugging someone, grabs him by the throat and dangles him over the edge of the building while this guy begs for his life before dropping him just because he felt like it. When John and Jack interact for the first time in the show there's a super cool guitar riff, very evil western vibes, they walk up to each other, look deeply into each other's eyes, make out, then start throwing punches to Blur's Song 2. In one of the audio dramas we're told about various times where these two conned people, stole a bunch of money and gold and gems and stuff, then had sex with whoever it is they conned before (sometimes) killing them. When Jack devided he was done and left John to die John escaped and married the queen of England (Victoria) then locked Jack up somewhere to take his life force and live forever, destroying the timeline in the process. John has tried to kill all of Jack's friends at least twice to have him all to himself. He found Jack's long lost brother and when the brother turned out to be a terrible person with a vendetta against Jack John did everything he could to save Jack. Their relationship is canon but very one-sided most of the time

just this video

For Dina and Ellie:

They do justified murders, but murders none the less. Is it really that bad to kill a few dozen people with your gf if your trying to get revenge in this big horrible world?

Spoilers, but Ellie decided to go on a big old revenge murder spree and Dina was a super supportive girlfriend and went right along with her. The two of them killed A Lot of people together. Admittedly Dina eventually tapped out on the whole revenge murder thing eventually, but I feel like they definitely need to be in this tournament.

[edenspetals]

KAJDHGAFK HEADCANONS FOR RISHI WITH A READER WHO'S BETROTHED TO ONE OF HER BROTHERS BUT HAS FALLEN FOR RISHIMA

(I love drama)

·⊰ pairing. rishima / reader 

·⊰ summary. she considers herself a vengeful individual. . . but when he took your hand, she simply went mad ( murder ៸៸ execution )

·⊰ notes. gosh I love this idea so sooo much

ଓ.° You were from one of the noble families who had a say in the Royal Court. Thus, you and Rishima knew of each other for quite some time - and even engaged in a secret relationship. While she would have wanted to simply sweep you away from your family, it was common knowledge that your father was planning on marrying you off to some other noble. Something that she was trying to change

ଓ.° However, the last thing she expected was for you to be betrothed to one of her bastard brothers. You can still clearly remember the look on her face when you were invited to one of the royal dinners and announced as his soon-to-be-wife

ଓ.° She has always considered herself a vengeful person. But when she witnessed him taking your hand and pressing a kiss to it - she swore that at that very moment, she lost her mind

ଓ.° That night, after sneaking away from the dinner, you wept into her. Sobbing your heart out and begging her to run away with you. You didn't want her brother, only her. And she knew that well. All she does is cradle your head against her chest, stroking your hair and whispering sweet nothings to you 

ଓ.° "Do not fret, precious.'' She murmurs, pressing a chaste kiss to your hair. "I will rather die than allow him to steal you from me.'' 

ଓ.° She could poison him, she could lead him to the woods and have one of her allies take care of him. But out of spite, she wanted him to suffer. Humiliated and tormented. With that in mind, she set to work. He would pay for ever touching you, let alone accepting you as his bride 

ଓ.° Expertly as always, Rishima pulled the strings and set her plan into motion. In the meanwhile, she had to bear witness to every advance he made towards you. At every gala, event or dinner, you were there. Hanging off of his arm. Subjected to his kisses and affections. She hated it, every second of it. On multiple occasions, you witnessed her storm off because she simply couldn't take the scene anymore 

ଓ.° But when the two of you were alone is when she'd leave her mark. Whisking you off to an empty hallway to pin you to a wall and kiss you until you were breathless. Staining your neck with her lipstick. Whispering to your ear to remind you that you are hers and she will make that damn brother regret ever touching what is hers 

ଓ.° Surely enough, that day came. With Rishima's scheming, she orchestrated an entire plan to frame her brother for treason. A big matter, at that. Oh, she delighted in the way he was dragged off by the guards. How he was brought onto the execution platform. And seconds from death, she ensured that their eyes met. Just so that he was well aware that she is the reason he will meet an end 

ଓ.° As such, you were free. A couple more strings pulled and Rishima ensured that your father wouldn't marry you off again. Nevertheless, the two of you had to keep your relationship a secret for quite some time. Lest someone would get suspicious. But she loved you no less and promised you the world. To rule beside her as her queen when she made this kingdom fall to its knees

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[bluiex]

Hey! Is me! The anon that give you the spire family AU cause I need help with some things cause I’m finally working on it again!!!

First let’s set the scene to help you(me) visualise the story better! I think it’s set like some of the Empires still exist just to expand the world, Shopping centre is still shopping centre but it’s like the resort in Mystreet season 6, with like the tower thing in the middle and all other like islands(aka like Aqua town and stuff like that) are. Mother Spore is like on this Erie off coast of the shopping centre that was originally connected to the shopping centre but when humans came they destroyed the eco system that connect them</3

(We keeping the Undergrove, Overgrown, Ocean Empire(Swamp is literally just like under the rule of the ocean empire), Meazalia(?), and Grimlands(cause imagine, Count fWhips twin sister ‘KIDNAPPED’ by the evil Mother Spore! Is so funny!!)

Kept the Undergrove cuase im thinking it’s like where the sporelings are most accepted(cause Shubble’s well- a gnome- but she’s got her whole mushroom thing so I’m making her bestie with Mother Spore)

(THIS GIVE ME AN IDEA!!! Everyine else trying to find where Mothers Spire other hide out is: Shubble having FUCKING TEA with Mother Spore: And i told her, that he was a cheat but she just gaslit me!)

So like Lizzie. Let’s make her God of the Ocean cause obvi! Jimmy’s like the Demi god who fell in love with mortals(cause my heart PAINS for that</3)

Lizzie and her Human Joel who just- “What? Noo gods don’t exist.”

Kathrine is the kinda queen that pretends to be a peasant and is friends with her whole kingdom without a single one (-The guards cause incase she gets hurt) knowing(Scott use to live in the Overgrown)

(IM PUTTING ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD OF THE UNDERGROWN CAUSE ITS MEANT TO BE LIKE THEIR OPPOSITES THAT OBTRACT!!)

fWhip has gone insane when Scott hurt Gem in ESMP1 so what happeneds when she gets ‘kidnapped’? HE GOES SO INSANE ITS FUNNY LIKE AT 3AM THERES LIKE A GUARD COMING TO TAKE HIS POST AND FWHIP RUNS PAST “WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GO???YOUR MY ONLY BRAINCELL AND ILL KILL ANYONE AND EVERYONE INVOLVED WITH YOUR DISAPPEARANCE!” And the guards just like “He pays me enough…but it really could be more”

So the sporelings-

Scott’s brother Spore- like I’ve mentioned before-

Pearl’s Scott’s actually sister so just cause if that she sister spore but it’s like when a princess runs away from being a princess except she doesn’t know she running.

All the resistance members are still there obvi! (Stress, Impulse, Ren,  Doc, Jevin, XB, Etho)

But also Sausage went cause Scott flirted with him.

Joey’s there cause Xornoth(Scott’s cousin) is there-(that’s real gay)

Lauren(cause I her😭) is Xornoth’s sister, went with her cousin cause that’s her bestie!

(There are just random NPCs, some are there cause Scott flirted with them. Some went cause they thought Grian was hot. NPCs are gay/thirsty as hell.)

HEP are all scientist

Zed’s that one that’s like super smart, gets like a lot of the important info but does stupid shit- like drops the very poisonous specimen then says “Oopies!”

Pix is there cause I feel like he just does it for ironically.

TFC(I miss him😭) was a scientist that left and joined the Sporelings but instead reminded Grian of his dad, and he’s like like “Da- Grandpa spore.”

Ofcourse Theres NPC duh!

Now….WHAT THE HELL DO I DO WITH MUMBO??? Is he sporeling, random gardener, redstone shop owner or just a nobody? OR LIKE AN EX BESTFRIEND/LOVER OF GRIAN CASUE I LIVE FOR DRAMA!!!!

I’m still working on placing all the other hermits and an one else I want to add. They’ll all get something special, even if just one scene. 

Okay that’s all from 2am anon! Okay, Bye bye! Love you! Eat food! Drink water! Stay safe!

-🌺🪸🥀

I love all of this! I wish I could give you ideas of my own but brain mush atm 😭

But Jsut know I'm absolutely living for this. And I think Mumbo should be a sporling

[ladystrallan]

Once Upon a Time season 6A thoughts

I’m rewatching OUAT and I wanted to share some of my opinions on each season!

- This is all your fault Jafar…

- ‘Away, peasant!’

- Another saviour??? Okay

- Ooh captainswan makeout

- That boat/blimp is cool

- Why is Mr Hyde ridiculously overpowered???

- What is this music lol

- Omg I’m gonna cry

- They’re back in the dark one castle

- Where they first fell in love

- “I’ll make her fall in love with me again” aaaaaaaaaaa

- I missed rumbelle so much

- The beauty and the beast song…

- This is so cute

- “I blame you” WTF REGINA

- She literally treats Zelena so terribly because of robin dying

- Like it wasn’t her fault

- And she lost her true love too

- She had to kill him herself which is arguably more traumatic

- Omg yassss rumbelle kiss

- Wait noooo

- Wtf the guy is their unborn son???

- That’s kinda weird

- Noooo I hate this

- “Robin is at peace” lol he was obliterated

- OMG THE EVIL QUEEN

- “What’s a jukebox???” Love the background acting

- Woah regency era

- The count of monte cristo lol

- They ran out of fairytales and they were like um… I guess we’ll do this?

- Wtf is Regina doing there???

- Why is she wearing a mouche??? This is regency not rococo

- Literally 60% of the drama in this show is caused by Regina

- The town line is back…

- Why is he sniffing her???

- Ewwwww why is EQ flirting with rumple

- Disgusting

- How does no one notice him slowly pouring poison into the wine?

- Ooh he couldn’t kill her

- Does she remind him of his dead fiancée???

- “Hi sweetie, mommy’s back” lol

- The way she enchanted Henry’s phone

- Ooh she killed him

- “We do like it rough don’t we” nooooo

- She did a little dance

- “Oh I’m not here because of your daddy issues” lol

- The mouse running on the ‘O’ lol

- Ooh she’s marrying the footman

- I love Ashley tbh

- “I’m trying to save you” YOU LITERALLY SAID YOU BLAMED HER FOR ROBIN BEING OBLITERATED

- “You look like a trash bin and have the education of my cat” omg lol

- NOOOOO

- Not the stepmother with the gun

- “You filthy little rat” I can’t—

- Omg she stabbed her

- YASSSSS DR WHALE

- Ooh they’re moving in together

- His accent!!!

- Ew why does the EQ keep flirting with rumple

- Yasssss dark one choke him

- Wait what

- You can’t kill a half personality???

- Love this dramatic violin music

- “Technically it’s a serum” lol

- RUMPLE

- He is literally everywhere

- Every single story he is involved

- Me when I eat something spicy

- Not the rumbelle marital problems… Please just be in love

- The iconic ouat villain theme

- I HATE RUMPLE’S NEW HAIRCUT

- The long hair looked so much better

- “RISE AND SHINE” lol rumple

- OHHHH THEY KISS (Hyde and Mary)

- Yassss Rumple

- Wait wtf

- Why is Hyde unkillable… way too op

- Ohhhhh he switched the vials

- Omg did they fuck???

- “I will never love you. You are weak” OHHHHH ROASTED

- HE PUSHED HER OUT THE WINDOW OMG

- Okay Jekyll actually sucks

- Slay belle

- Omg he got impaled

- Of course they both die

- Okay just kill Regina then

- “Why did you do it?” “You” omg

- ITS JASMINE

- She was my favourite princess when I was a kid

- Love this evil sister spa day

- HE KEPT THE SHEARS

- “There will be no scurvy here” lol

- Not the step dad angst

- OMG ITS THE BROTHER

- NO NO NO NO

- Belle is going to walk in on EQ kissing Rumple…

- I can’t

- Ok good she just dropped off the pics

- Its from the underworld…

- I miss Hades :(

- EWWWWWWW Rumple x EQ/Regina

- Not this…

- DISGUSTING

- She’s turning green again!

- Omg is this the curse where one of them is always asleep???

- This could literally be the plot of a romcom

- I like how Aladdin has replaced Robin as the resident thief

- ITS THE DRAGON

- Omg he turned into a dragon

- I can’t do this anymore… Rumple x EQ is VILE

- NO DON’T KILL GIRLBOSS ZELENA

- He’s lying he still loves belle I know it

- Lol they’re trying to make us believe that EQ is more powerful than Zelena

- YASSSSS hopefully this is the beginning of a rumple redemption arc

- Why is she still blaming Zelena… omg

- Rumple has the worst most evil genes possible… pan + the dark fairy

- My prediction is that it wasn’t Rumple who used the magic on Belle

- I hate EQ

- So creepy and predatory

- “Call Jeremy” who’s Jeremy???

- AUGUST! I honestly love him

- Omg hook is all old and fat

- Not pile of bones Belle…

- Ugh that’s so stupid

- If they’re going to bring anyone back it should be Hades

- Wait how is august grown up in storybrooke??? Didn’t blue turn him back into a little boy like max 3 years ago???

How I feel about the characters this season

Love: Zelena

Like: Rumple, Belle, Hyde, Hook, August, Jasmine, Aladdin

Neutral: Emma, Snow, David, Henry

Dislike: Regina, Blue

Hate: Jekyll, The Evil Queen, Gideon

Season rating: 4/10

I kind of didn’t like this season. I did not like Regina blaming Zelena for Robin’s death, Rumbelle being broken up, or the whole Gideon plot. There were some good moments but mostly me being frustrated. I did kind of like the land of untold stories plot line though.

[tegami-kagami]

So I've been stewing over 2 fic ideas set during the dance era but dont have the time to write so here they are.

(1) Dance of Fire and Ice *uncreative name but it suits the plot so what the heck imma roll with it*

Basically revolves around 2 additional players to the Dance,

Gael Targaryen, youngest child of King Jaehaerys and Queen Alyssane, nicknamed the Winter Child

And

Aegon, Son of Baelon, Younger brother to Viserys I and Daemon the Rogue Prince.

In Canon, Both die way before the dance, In this AU they survived by virtued of being isekai'd / self-inserted by souls from the modern era.

"Gael" is a fan of the books while "Aegon" is a casual watcher of the show.

They have an arrange marriage by order of King Jaehaerys.

Now the Ice aspect of the dance comes from Gael and Aegon eloping to the North and them growing a family there.

*Btw, Gael claims her mother's dragon, Silverwing and Aegon had a dragon hatch to him at the cradle who he ironically named, Grey Ghost. Also, During a visit in Dragonstone, the couple's first born claims Vermithor. Further children hatch their Cradle Eggs from a clutch Silverwing bore in the North who all turn out to be ice dragons.*

(2) No Taste for Duty

Summary:

Aegon II, crippled and alone after burning his half sister infront of his nephew decides to take his life but the gods had other plans for him. As he lamented after drinking the poison how everyone would still be alive if only his father had made him his heir from the beginning, the gods granted him just that as he re opens his eyes to a reality where he was born as Visery's heir. The catch however is that he is born a full decade earlier as the son of Aemma Arryn who miraculously survived illness in the cradle.

Despite having his wish granted, Aegon was far from happy as he grew bitter at how different Viserys and Aemma were together when compared to his memories of Viserys and Alicent. He could not bare to look at baby Rhaenyra either without a flood of guilt comes over him with the image of burning her via dragon fire. Thus, Aegon being Aegon, he again neglect his duties by running away on Sunfyre who by the grace of the gods somehow was hatch to him again.

He returns a decade later to a scene identical to one in his memories, the difference only is that now, he is an outsider.

Rhaenyra made heir in his absence.

Her three strong boys.

The Hightower's chaotic drama.

Viserys rotting on the Iron Throne

Aegon knows what will happen if let things continue but is he brave enough to face the family he had failed and betrayed not once but twice before already?