#this is honestly the only good thing that has come from h!p this year

[genericpuff]

I know LO has been over for a while but something that's always confused me is the 10 year punishment thing. (I dropped the comic before the judgment so correct me if im wrong)

apparently Persephone was sentenced to 10 years in the mortal realm. Yet she complains that Zeus keeps extending her punishment but the timeskip only ends up being 10 years? (From 20 yrs old to 30). that makes it sound like she had a shorter sentence that was extended to 10 yrs (what a fuckin slap on the wrist if it was).

Either her punishment was 10 yrs and Perse was just banking on early parole release or she always had a short sentence which ended up being a measly 10 yrs anyway.

But then that would mean Demeter's punishment period was either tied directly to Persephone's or (for some reason) she had a full 10 yr sentence while Persephone got an initial shorter period

If it's not either of those then shouldn't her punishment be longer? 11, 12, 15, 20 yrs instead? Would make more sense that she was mad if she had to serve at least twice as long as she was told to

Ah so actually she wasn't sentenced to 10 years, she was basically sentenced to a perpetual punishment until Zeus felt certain conditions were met, such as her filling all of the responsibilities of Demeter and turning Minthe back to normal.

So the reason it wound up being 10 years was because Zeus kept finding reasons to extend the sentencing, clearly in an attempt to keep her away from Apollo as he was already suspecting that he might use Persephone's fertility goddess powers to overthrow him.

(joke's on Zeus though, he was overthrown with a poison cupcake lmaooo)

That said, Persephone was... really dumb when she failed her 10th inspection. Primarily because she broke one of the rules Zeus put in place for her before he did the inspection-

Like it's really funny in hindsight to read this scene because at the time the narrative was definitely trying to make us believe that Zeus was the bad guy here, and to a point he's definitely fucking around and not actually planning on letting her out of confinement while also doing jack shit to get to the bottom of his own suspicions regarding his son... but also girl, if your plan was to prove to Zeus that you had filled your end of the bargain, then why try and give him the letter prior to your once-a-year inspection? Either you're failed again over some arbitrary made-up bullshit reason so you can use the guilt-trip method after he's already screwed you over, or best case, you pass and you can deliver the letter to Hades yourself! It was a really dumb move on her part to immediately jump to asking him to bend the rules he made for her when she should know Zeus isn't gonna feel obligated to 'owe' her anything, and is completely contrary to her being as "smart and cunning" as the narrative tries to make us believe (remember when she hustled Hades at chess and lied to him about having a driver's license? where's that Persephone?)

And yeah Zeus really isn't wrong when it comes to how Persephone herself is such a "uwu look at me I'm a smol widdle baby girl, please break the terms of my punishment for me because I asked with tented eyebrows bats eyelashes" , this is honestly why so many people like Zeus as a character in LO contrary to how much the narrative tries to make us hate him, because while he's absolutely an asshole who deserves to be knocked down a peg, at least the narrative doesn't try to gaslight us into thinking he's a good person like it does with H x P. Zeus is a shithead but unapologetically authentic; Persephone and Hades both pretend like they're saints on earth (and the narrative tries to sell them to us as such) meanwhile they're constantly picking on lower class people and using their power and influence to get their way even when they haven't earned it.

But also yeah, it's funny how the fans will say "age doesn't matter when you're a god, time doesn't mean anything when you're immortal" to dismiss the massive age gap between Hades and Persephone, but then cry foul over Zeus keeping her in confinement for 10 years which is a pretty bare ass minimum sentence when you really think about it. Like, if the passage of time really is that inconsequential to a god, then how is 10 years even a punishment? It's only suddenly seen as a massively unfair punishment when it's Persephone who's suffering it.

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

I’m not sure if you’re into a/b/o but I think you’ve written stuff about heat in the past but if this ask is too much feel free to delete it.

I don’t know much about a/b/o myself but I’m pretty sure there’s this thing where if the omega isn’t in a good environment then their heat will like shut off or something? But imagine that with the angels of WHB. Like they’ve never had a heat before and then after Christmas and after you touch them for the first time their bodies get confused and think “oh is this a good time” and boom it’s their first heat and they need you to deal with it cause I mean it IS your fault.

Yes I love heats! Heat cycles are hot and cute!🖤🤍

Yeah so irl animals (including humans) will stop going into heat/ovulating, if they aren’t in a safe environment, they won’t have a heat/ovulate and it will continue until they are in a ‘safe’ environment!

So it makes sense since they’ve been at war for hundreds of years, they’ve never even experienced an orgasm, and given their forced to wear cock cages and their body wouldn’t understand why, their bodies assumed they simply have chosen not to ‘mate’ since the environment is unsafe. So once we open the flood gates, their unable to stop their heat cycle, they’ve never felt this kind of pleasure and frustration until they met you.

So once their heat starts, they think you can fix it since YOU started it, that’s only fair right?

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Intro:

After Christmas the angels were returned to Heaven and exhausted, they just want to sleep. They clean themselves off thinking it’s best to just sleep and not think about it, as every time they think about it, they start getting hard and can’t ignore it…

They try their best and come morning, they are more h*rny then they’ve ever been in their entire life. Nothing is going on in their head except for wanting to find you and make you fix this!

They’d just need to isolate you…the thought of waiting sent a heavy ache between their legs.

They’d just have to go to hell and fetch you…

Gabriel

Cw cock cage, heats, slight kidnapping

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He hated this…he could barely fly, needing to stop every few minutes to catch his breath. It’s infuriating…all the more reason he needs to find you, he can’t take this! He’s struggling to walk, fly and talk! The entire time his damn dick wouldn’t stay down.

It was so hard to avoid demons too, panting and flapping your wings like a flightless bird leaves him easy to spot, which means he needs to use back streets…which leaves it harder for him to spot you…

It took hours and it was agonizing…as soon as he heard your name, he felt his cock straining and it was horrible, he hurried to the demon he heard your name from…two demons were talking to you and his heart skipped a beat realizing this was the perfect opportunity…even as his mind is foggy and all he can think about it dropping to his knees and begging you for help…

He sees Satan, looking away talking to the little red devil and decides to follow through with his first thoughts…he snuck close to you, grabbed you fast pretending to be playing with you can’t see his face, he took into the sky as fast as he could, barely holding the two of you up. The screams you let out almost has him land to check if he somehow hurt you, but seeing Satan is now looking his way, he decides to keep carrying you, he can’t risk losing you when he’s this close to having you!

He’s holding you tightly and goes higher and higher until you can’t even see the demons below. He groans as you struggle against him. “P-put me down!” You scream, while you’re struggling against him, he whines and is forced to land on what honestly looks look a floating platform, leaving you with nowhere to go.

Gabriel collapses beside you, an arm wrapped around you as he smells you, pressing himself against you with a purr. “I-I’m sorry. Y-you started this, f-fix it and I’ll return you, u-unharmed!” He moans out, rubbing against you, his cock cage snagging on his clothes leading to him undressing in front of you. You’re surprised but you imagine whatever mental state he’s in, he’s past being embarrassed.

“W-what did I start?” You ask and in response he gestures to his straining cock, the cage appearing far too tight…looking like it’s crushing his manhood, it’s dripping so much you could easily make a cup of…well angel cum. “Oh, you…got aroused and came here? I suppose Hell is more accepting of a horny angel-“

Gabriel cries out. “N-no! W-well yes but, it’s hard! It ain’t go down! It feels likes…what you did on Christmas…please just, do that again?” Gabriel pleads, looking to you hopefully, you…recognize the look, you’ve seen it in Satan…you blush and smile.

“You’re in heat, y-you…you’ve never experienced it before?” You ask curiously, you guess maybe…you awoken something in him. “I’ll help…but you’re returning me right afterwards.” You demand, the angel quickly nods, guiding your hand to the cage.

Michael

Cw: cock cages, heats

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Michael was half limping through Hell…his wings were out, trembling, he didn’t bother hiding them, any demon would recognize him why bother hiding?

He attempts to avoid being seen but doesn’t avoid a few fights trying to find you, thigh it did work in his favor when the commotion brought you, along side Mammon to him. His eyes lock on you in a instant. He abandons the fight and launches himself towards you, even in his clumsy state he avoids getting hit aside by Mammon.

By letting himself slam into you, his two other sets of wings appear a moment later and you are both airborne while he tries to adjust you in his grip like your a squirming dog. He tries to shush you, trying to figure out where he’s going to take you for this…

He ends up deciding…you’re coming with him to Heaven, he lands on a quiet area, that seems more like a side street. He collapses as soon as there’s solid ground beneath you both, he’s considerate enough to land next to you with only an arm around you so he doesn’t crush you.

He grabs you as you try to get up. “N-now…you can help me in peace.” He groans out, letting go of you to unzip his pants, letting his caged cock slip into your vision. You pause, it’s…dripping a lot…almost like he’s setting himself in front of you.

“W-wow…” You murmur, enjoying the sight, though you’ve heard enough from the demons to know clear signs of heat. “So…you’re cage…is in the way. I think taking it off will help but…” You trail off. You only got Rapheal’s off because if a Christmas miracle…

Raphael

Cw: heats, spitting on a d!ck

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He basically crash lands into Hell, he surprising shows up in the same district as you, though it’s likely because he’d had plenty of time to scent you during the kiss you two shared on Christmas. Raphael feels his body heat up at that memory.

‘I want more of that!’ He hissed to himself, he let any devils see him, he knew the more devils that see him, the odds a king would show would get higher, and with the kings there’s a chance you follow!

Not was flawed logic but he only had your phone number, not an address to look for you and he’s certain a call asking to meet up alone isn’t a good idea!

Or maybe it is but that’s awkward…

Raphael was still trying to figure up how to tell you to help him, he was so hard, it’s basically painful! Yet…it’s kinda of good, as much as he hated the constant arousal, in his own masochist way, he wanted more, but he wanted you before he was overwhelmed.

Raphael hears your voice distinctly over the screams of civilians panicking over an angel walking through the streets, he takes odd into the sky and quickly surveys the surrounding area.

He spots you fast, hiding behind one of the kings subjects, Raphael didn’t bother looking at who it could be, or even which king was after him. The King was between him, the subordinate and you. He just needed to…

Raphael snorted in frustration at the predicament and knowing the king can’t fly, he jolts out of the way, wings beating way harder than they should in his arousal driven state. Once he ‘passes’ the king he suddenly dives and swoops past the demon guarding you, when he grabs you and begins taking into the air, he can hear you panting.

He feels a little bad realizing he knocked the wind out of you from the speed he was going. He will make it up to you later, maybe, but for now he just needs you away from the pesky demons!

By the time he actually lands, you have no idea where you are, it’s like a cove by a forest edge, secluded, silent, no way to get here without flying, so you were trapped with him.

Raphael let’s go of you once he’s on solid ground, letting you stumble away from him while he slowly approaches you like you’re a scared dog. “Calm down, Descendant of Adam. If I had wanted to hurt you I would have dropped you or done worse. J-just deal with…this,” He gestures to the tent in his pants. “And we will be done, alright?”

He says with a blush trying to hide his embarrassment while hoping you will agree. You look between him, the surrounding are and his erection. His clothes aren’t helping him, showing off his body and how excited his is, though you doubt he’s practiced controlling when he gets hard, you doubt he even knows he can do that.

“And if I refuse?” You say, grinning as the angel looked shocked, almost like he didn’t consider you’d say no. “What will you do? You think I’m just gonna jerk you off everytime you get hard?” You sneer. “Do it yourself.”

Raphael’s eyes widen.

“W-wait, that pleasure you gave me…I can experience on my own??” Raphael looked so confused. He quickly undressed and threw his clothes aside. “Show me! Now!”

You laughed and blushed, much to the angels confusion, while he was flustered, naked and rock hard, you were fully clothed, blushing a bit and beyond confused. “Geez…what’s gotten into you silly?”

You playfully teased and looking up at Raphael, it hit you.

He was giving you bedroom eyes, his cock is dripping even though it’s untouched, it looks to be pulsing to the beat of his heart, giving you an idea of how aroused he was.

“Oh, you’re in heat! If…you promise to do what as I say and not hurt me, I’ll help, deal?” Raphael nodded to your rules fast. “Alright. Stay still.” You get up and walk over, waning over, you spit on his cock, earning a whorish moan. His cock bounced upwards like it was begging for more.

You grab his cock with your non dominant hand and lazily stroke his cock, he’s instantly whining, bucking his hips and moaning. He is jumping your hand quite roughly, with a mischievous grin, your free hand reaches down and light squeezes his balls and holds them there so he can’t thrust.

Raphael loudly whines, squirming as you slowly stroke his cock. “See what I’m doing? If you gently rub it like this, it’ll help your aching fade.” You say, grinning as the angel trembled in bless and overstimulation. Poor guy’s cock is sk sensitive!

[littlebitsmile]

in flames [C.L.] | Chapter V

This is it, finally. With this chapter, we kick off the 2024 season and Emma takes part in her first official F1 race in Bahrain. I'm really excited about going forward with this, hopefully you are too.

Enjoy this chapter, breathe it in, feel it in your heart xx

story: in flames driver: Charles Leclerc [C.L.] trope: #haterstolovers summary: Always working three times as hard as everyone else, Emma does not intend to blow her chance of driving among the best of the best in her very first season in Formula 1. Concentrating on first and foremost getting ahead of her brother, she does not even notice that there are some people even in her own team who think she does not deserve this spot and would rather see her fail. And one driver in particular seems to have a need of always reminding her of that.

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"How exactly does this work here?" I ask, while two screens of light shine directly into my face and three or four cameras are pointed at me. A makeup artist is just powdering the last of the anxious sweat on my forehead dry, and a young man is sitting opposite me with a script in his hand. Probably the same one that was sent to me two weeks ago.

"You introduce yourself with your name, which team you drive for, and then I'll ask you a few questions. Easy cheesy lemon squeezy," he replies without looking up from his script.

I can't deny that I'm afraid of messing something up. I still regularly attend the social media training sessions run by Aston Martin's PR department, but Netflix's Drive to Survive team is probably in a whole different league. At least most of the drivers have already warned me about it.

Someone shouts "30 seconds," and suddenly the room empties. The lights are still blinding, and apart from the camera lenses and three-quarters of the interviewer's face, I can't really see much. Just a dark room, almost as if I were the suspect in a murder case and was being questioned - creepy.

I'm handed a film flap with my name, my team, and "Take 1" written on it. I hold it up in front of me and wait for the interviewer's hand signal.

"Hi!" I wave at the camera. "My name is Emma Verstappen, I'm turning 21 this year, and I'm driving for Aston Martin as a rookie in my first Formula 1 season."

"Cut!" A little bit of shuffling around echoes through the room. "That's great, Emma. You're doing good!"

"Thanks, I'm trying my best. Do you need that again or...?" My voice goes up half an octave towards the end of the sentence, unintentionally.

"Ah, no, thanks! But you can answer a question for me directly! How does it feel to sit in this chair?"

"Honestly, like I've been accused." I laugh nervously into the camera. A montage of the last six seasons of the show plays in my mind's eye - almost as if my brain is warning me not to say the wrong thing or get emotional.

"Don't worry, the jury found not guilty. For now, at least." A brief pause as he flicks through his question pad and finally stops at a page. "Emma, when you think about the coming year, what do you feel?"

"You're not the first to ask me that, what do you think my answer will be?" I raise my eyebrows. After his interview, Max gave me the advice to be as detached as possible. Don't stir up drama. Don't take shots at other drivers. Then I take two breaths and continue: "This is a huge year, not only for me, but also for my team. Aston Martin has made a huge bet by putting me in one of their cockpits. But I have no intention of making them regret it."

"Completely understandable! Do you feel comfortable in your team? It was actually very surprising that you didn't end up with your brother's team, Oracle Red Bull Racing! Would you like to tell us briefly how that came about?"

"Well, you probably all know Max, and you don't know me, but let me tell you, even though I love him and he's my brother... we would need some more time to get acquainted with the feeling of being stuck in a team together. Our mom could tell you that as well - everywhere Max and I are involved, there is trouble to follow." I answer honestly. What I don't say is that Max didn't speak to me for a week and a half after I turned down Red Bull's offer to be a test driver for this season. That I had to explain to him almost every hour why the match with Fernando Alonso works better for me at the moment and that later, after I've proven myself, we can drive together until we're old and gray.

"Emma? Are you still there?" The interviewer waves his hand vigorously in front of my face. I apologize and ask him to repeat the question.

"As you know, some contracts are coming to an end this year, and that's why there are a few places with big teams that have been in high demand for years. With Lewis moving from Mercedes to Ferrari and some contracts expiring, for example, Sergio Perez at Red Bull - are you speculating on one of them?"

I have to think for a moment, do some soul-searching. Do I even want to join a big team? Is "Formula 1 World Champion" at the top of my list of dreams? Then I answer: "As a driver, every week you're fighting for your seat, especially this season. It's no longer about where I stand in the world rankings, but rather about the potential I bring with me. I am convinced that I will find my way - regardless of my brother, Red Bull, or anyone else. Where this path will ultimately take me... I don't think anyone really knows."

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"Two more laps, Emma," Sarah orders over the team radio. She still doesn't speak much, but at least the radio communication works well. Will I ever have as much fun with her as I did with Enzo? Probably not.

"Copy."

I say copy, but what I really mean is I hate you. Forty-five laps under the desert sun of Bahrain, drops of sweat evaporating in my racesuit and making the fabric stick to my skin. I've been trying to suppress my thirst for half an eternity. At least the heat is now my only problem. During the first few test laps, I had to mentally remind myself several times that throwing up in a new car doesn't make a good impression - especially not on the official first day of work. That moment when you're standing at the end of the pit lane waiting to get the final go. In the first corners while hitting the brakes for the first time, my head got put back against the headrest, body compressed. It felt like my heart was going to give up at any moment.

Pre-season testing is the first chance to see if what my team spent the whole year designing is actually going to work. So far, the car feels great - a few comments here and there about oversteer, the right braking behavior, and the optimal line, but at least I'm not a total failure. At least, I hope I'm not.

Fernando has already completed laps in the three-digit range yesterday and this morning combined. I happen to be put in the same test window as Max. I didn't think long about whether this was perhaps intentional, so that we could compare ourselves better, but after the first few laps, the thought crept into my head and wouldn't let go.

As I return to the pit lane faster than expected and the engineering team pushes the car and me back into the garage, I realize that I'm still holding my breath. I take off the steering wheel, release the headrest, and squeeze out of the tight seat. A few mechanics murmur "Good job!" or pat me on the back, but no one says a word. I exhale. Then I look at the car again. Standing right in front of it while the green of the bodywork hits me - an indescribable feeling.

"You know I'm your biggest critic, but that was a good performance today. We can work with that," says Sarah as she comes to a halt next to me and compares graphs on her clipboard. She looks at me from the side, then glances at the car and back at me. "This is your car, you better believe it."

I laugh and nod. "Thank you, Sarah. I don't think that was such a bad practice. There's still plenty to do." As I start to speak, I take off my helmet, finally remove the hearing protection from my other ear, and walk towards my cabin in the back of the garage. Sarah is hot on my heels. "I feel like I have to turn the steering wheel a bit more on the right-hand bends... but maybe it's just because the right-hand bends are a bit faster than I originally thought. I don't feel the headwind as much as I did in the wind tunnel, you can really feel the aerodynamic adjustments on the sides straight away. Do you think I can do one or two laps, just running around the track tomorrow before the start of training? I feel like I don't have every corner completely under control yet and..."

"Emma," Sarah tries to interrupt me, but I keep talking. Unlike me, she is at a loss for words and never let me finish my thoughts during our first few weeks. But this is about our car, about the points, about moving forward and not standing still. I carry on talking impartially.

"...maybe I can have a quick word with Fernando tomorrow? I'd like the front end to be a little sharper, at the moment we still have a lot of leeway - only if it's okay with him."

"Emma."

"Hm?" Now I'm paying attention.

"You're in fifth place at the moment."

"Wow, I didn't think so. That's good news, isn't it?"

"Max is in P6," she says slowly, smiles and then leaves me standing alone in the corridor. My water bottle almost falls out of my hand. I turn around quickly and call after her.

"Hey! You can't just say something like that and then disappear," but she's already around the corner and isn't paying any more attention to me. Has she just smiled for the first time since I met her? And that makes me almost more nervous than the fact that I have beaten my brother for the first time.

-

I'm not that lucky over the next few days of pre-season testing. But the high from my first day of practice on the track carries me through the week like clouds, before we even get to the first three free practices. I stay in the top 10 during the practice sessions that are part of the race weekend, but I seem to have completely lost my groove in qualifying. Starting from 12th on the grid, neither I nor my team are particularly enthusiastic about my performance, and this contributes to the fact that I don't get much sleep the night before the actual race.

I also have to attend several photo shoots in between - not just from my own team but also the official ones. For the first time, I get placed in an all-male field of riders, which is why I am allowed to stand in the middle of the so-called "class of 2024"-picture this year. That is more than awkward for me, but in that respect I will probably have to get used to not being allowed to have a say. On this occasion, I also try to spend more time with my brother, firstly to get some first hand insider advice and secondly to get to know the people he gets on well with.

Carlos Sainz, who tried to persuade me at all costs to go and celebrate with the group before my first race - as a season opener – immediately melts my heart. When I thankfully declined, he laughed and told me not to worry so much - after all, the Verstappen gene is in me too. I didn't mention that I wasn't so sure about that. At the same time, I wish him all the luck in the world - after all, he is currently without a seat for 2025. Secretly, I hope that he achieves better results than Charles, but of course I'm not allowed to say that out loud.

I also have time for a game of paddle tennis with Max, Fernando, Lando Norris, and Daniel Ricciardo - none of them seem to care that I've never held a tennis racket in my life, let alone a paddle tennis racket. On the contrary, each of them patiently explains their way of playing to me, until at some point I'm sure that each of them has at least slipped me some false information so that I don't turn out to be a sudden natural talent.

Unfortunately, all these distractions have not helped to reduce the pressure. The pressure from my father, who follows every Instagram post with excitement and then asks me whether I can really afford to play paddle tennis with Max and whether he missed the fact that I already have a World Drivers' Champions title in my pocket, which would explain why I would think that some free time is something I am allowed to have. The pressure from my team, whose hopes are mainly pinned on Fernando, but a driver duo consists of two people and not everyone is convinced that this is the right place for me. So I continue to sleep uneasily.

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Before the race starts, I march up and down in the garage with a pulse of just under 130. Outside, I see fans running past, taking their seats, while the structure of the course burns in a continuous loop in my mind. It feels like I remind myself every five minutes that I shouldn't pick at my fingernails and instead find my focus. Max wished me good luck as I left the hotel, and he meant it, but that's easy to say when you start from pole position and have literally nothing to loose.

I overhear Sarah being interviewed somewhere, but unfortunately, I can't quite make out who it is from the voice. The walls here are so thin that I can hear every little movement of the technicians on the car, so I'm not surprised that I overhear conversations that aren't really meant for my ears. Only the interviewer's question burns itself into my head: Do you think you put too much faith in someone who is still so young?

I immediately shake my head, grab my helmet and water bottle, and make my way to my car. There I high-five one or two mechanics and then squeeze into the seat of my car. The cable for the radio connection on my left shoulder is connected to the car, someone plugs in my steering wheel, and the crew slowly removes the heaters from the tires. I wrap my fingers around the steering wheel, squeeze harder, and then let go again. Sitting here feels right, just like the pedals under the soles of my feet and the muffled sounds that can’t quite reach my ears. I try to find my focus and go over the route again in my head. Too much faith in someone who is still so young. The colleague in front of my car gives me the signal to rev the engine and drive out of the garage. Then I'm pushed to the starting grid.

The next few minutes fly by. The impressions of the last few days, the ups and downs, the conversations with other drivers, but also the phone calls with my father and his criticism - everything is buzzing around in my head without having an outlet for it. My body is tense at every turn and I'm literally clutching the piece of metal between my hands. I keep counting to ten in my head and tell myself that everything will be fine, no matter where I end up today - at least that's what I try to tell myself.

The signal is given for the last call to leave the start area. I get some last looks before my team makes its way towards the pit lane.

"Let's go, Emma," says Sarah through the microphone. I nod, even though I'm aware that she can't see me. My brain empties completely during the warm-up lap. Quicker than I'd like, I'm back in my starting position and looking towards the traffic lights. I feel nothing, think nothing. This is the first race of the season and nothing has been won or lost yet. All the cards have been reshuffled and we can only really say how the cars will actually perform afterward. The first lights turn red. Red. Red. Red. Red. And then the lights go out, and my foot presses down on the gas pedal. This is the official start of the 2024 season.

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Tags: @cmleitora @alliwantisadonut

[arudoe]

talk about bruise anything you want, i wanna hear

YAAAY MORE BRUISE

i alr talked about some hcs so ill chat a bit about some aus i have heehee!

- idol jay au !

i feel like this one is prolly the most well known (only because its the only one ive ever drawn for….) but basically jay is an idol/musician and cole is his nr1 fan! it was very inspired by prime empire and also those like harry styles x reader wattpad fics from back in the day… yeah…

all ive got for the story so far is that cole went to a fansign event and while getting his magazine signed jay also sneaks his personal phone number on one of the pages (something along tbe lines of xxx-xxx-xxx text me o_<) and… yeah things move on from there 🙏🙏

- mad scientist jay and his creature cole

OKAYY this might be one of my weirder ones but i think about it a lot 😭😭

anyways jay is a disabled basement dweller college dropout scientist guy and one day he kind of feels some paranormal presence in his lab and conducts a bunch of tests and comes to tbe conclusion there is a ghost floating around in his lab. so like the normal person he is he tries to communicate with it but only gets a bunch of weird cryptid messages that dont make sense… so he comes to bright idea of “hey! i should make this ghost a vessel they can possess!” so he makes a body frankenstein style and low and behold his plan worked!

cole, a ghost from the 80s who possessed the body is now chilling in jays lab with him, but like most people who have been dead for over 40 years he is very curious about the outside world and what has changed.

but jay for some reason is very adamant about him not going outside at all, which causes some tension between the two..

(the reason is jay has abandoned issues) (also cole is kind of a freak of nature) (affectionately)

I LIKE THIS AU A LOT cus its so stupid honestly and i love me some ghost cole also like im still mad about how ninjago decided to completely discard jays love for inventing… let the man make his little trinkets…

- wizard school au

basically what it sounds like… they are wizards.. at a wizard school… and do magic…

yes this was partly inspired by h*rry p*tter BUT ONLY THE VIBES (i barely remember the movies)

BUT UM this is like a whole universe thing and theres so so much lore and world building so… if u want a separate post about it… lmk

- roommates au!

this is my most recent one (and the one i think about the most) but um yeah pretty self explanatory it was based off this jdrama/manga called good morning call so uhhh ya!

basically cole and jay were enemies throughout highschool and basically spend all their energy hating each other but they to their separate ways during college but reunite (unwillingly) as roommates!

they navigate living with each other and learn to let go of their hate (which stemmed from a mixture of misunderstandings and insecurities) and then eventually fall in love!!

i think this is the au i have the most work done on (i have a draft for every major scene that happens in the story heehee) and perhaps! one day i will actually make it a real thing !

so um yeah! i have a bunch more but most of them are very unfinished or just… vague ideas or vibes i go by… i also have some aus that arent bruise so um if anyone wants to hear about those… smiles

BUTTT TYSM FOR UR QUESTION i dont rly say this a lot but any interaction i get with my content means the world to me and i always giggle and kick my feet when reading reblog comments bc everyone is so nice 🥹🥹

[bluntfriend]

Headcanon: SWF Alphabet Headcanon.

A/N - I always wanted to do the Alphabet headcanon so here it goes! I hope you enjoy it!

Trigger warnings - This headcanon does contain abandonment issues, self-hatred, and overworking. There is some angst on Clef's part so watch out for that.

P.S. - If anyone is thinking of sending in a request then please make sure it is a headcanon. I am only writing for headcanon for a bit since I am already working on a couple of side stories that I really want to focus on and two scenarios that are wayyy overdue. So, if you want to request make sure it is a headcanon. And make sure to be specific and very patient when requesting a headcanon. Thanks! :)

*Also, I decided to add Cimmerian to the mix... he is sort of growing on me and he isn't written about as much so I wanted to give him some attention.

P.S.S - For the two people who requested a scenario a very long time ago I am thinking of just converting the scenario request into a headcanon. At this point, I am REALLY struggling with writing actual scenarios and I don't want to keep you guys waiting because it has been TOO LONG. And it is unfair. But anyway yeah. Those two will be out soon. I am sorry again for taking so long to complete them.

Characters: Doctor Jeremiah Cimmerian, Director Alto Clef, and Doctor Iceberg.

P = Patience (How easily do they get angry?)

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they like receiving hugs? How do their hugs feel like?)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

X= Xtra (Random Headcanon about them).

DIRECTOR ALTO CLEF:

P = Patience: He used to be very impatient in his early years. Letting his anger get the best of him but he has matured throughout the years. Now he is relatively calm most of the time. And doesn't let things get him easily irritated.

He would have moments where he could be grumpy due to things going awry or people not listening to him. Then he would be really annoyed but wouldn't lose his patience and get angry like he used to.

U = Ugly: Oh, definitely his self-hatred. It is a serious thing that he struggles with and hides from others. It may not seem like it because of the way he portrays himself and his behaviors but it is still there. And it does surface sometimes and will become a problem because of the ways it comes to the surface and how he refuses help from others.

He knows that he does struggle with self-hatred but he doesn't want to do anything to help improve himself or receive help. He would prefer dealing with it on his own and distancing himself for a bit. He knows it is unfair and can cause issues in his close relationships with others but he doesn't want to make the effort to change. It really disheartening and concerning.

He also suffers from low self-esteem as well. And he does have other ugly traits and habits by the way.

H = Hugs: Okay, hugging does sound a bit too sentimental for him and he would NEVER try hugging his S/O (at first) so they should have to be the one to try to hug him first. The first time they do hug him he is going to be startled and shocked and wouldn't know what to do.

He wouldn't push them away or anything but would be going to take a minute for him to come to his senses lol.

He doesn't try reciprocating the hug either and just stands there like ummm.... with his arms on his sides.

But after a few seconds, he does allow his muscles to relax and he slowly wraps his strong arms around them. And hold them close to him. And honestly being held by Clef like that in such an intimate way would feel so... comforting. It would feel so good to be held by him.

There would be a feeling of protection (and appreciation) when hugging him for the first time. He would give off this feeling that says "I would never let anything touch you or harm you when you are in my arms" and shit it would be so sentimental and comforting. Even he would be shook like where the fuck did this feeling come from???

But he would come around and feel more comfortable hugging them from then on. He does like picking them up while they are hugging and he does it easily too. He is very strong so it is no issue lol. He likes the surprised yelp they make when he picks them up. And it would be so sudden too so it is bound to surprise them.

The gif below is definitely the kind of hugs he gives.

But hugging is ONLY reserved for his S/O tbh, not his close friends. He would allow his friends to hug him if they really needed it or if he wanted to try to comfort them. He isn't really good at comforting people so he will reluctantly hug them to show that he does care. But those only happen on rare occasions.

F = Fiance(e): He is sort of intimidated by marriage. Marriage is NOT something that would come easily to him. In fact, he would prefer to keep his relationship the way it is than get into marriage.

The truth to why he feels intimidated by marriage is because of his past experiences with relationships and this inner fear of completely opening up to someone and getting into a serious commitment like marriage. Then they REALLY see him as who he truly is and reject him or worse come to resent him for his ways.

And his own abandonment issues do come to play a factor in this.

As far as he could remember he was always alone and never had anyone to rely on. So, to has to completely allow himself to rely on someone else and open up to them even more. That is what intimidates and that is what he makes him run from.

Clef has been hurt before. He has been used and manipulated before. He has opened himself up to someone before and just got hurt as a result and he is scared that it is going to happen again. And he has had people walk out on him and leave because they have seen him in his darkest moments and didn't want to deal with him. So, they just left, and what if his S/O does the same after getting married? What if come to resent him?

To him getting married invites so much uncertainty that it scares him. Getting married is a very serious commitment (not to say that he doesn't think that his current relationship isn't serious enough) but to him, marriage is a whole other level of commitment. And he doesn't feel like he would ever feel ready for that. He becomes a little anxious thinking about marriage and what the future holds.

And in addition to this, after marriage does typically come with kids. He knows it isn't always like that but still having kids one day is a no for him tbh.

He doesn't even know where to start with being a proper parent or role model for the child because he NEVER had any person like that in his life. He was always alone. He knows that he would have a S/O there to help and guide him throughout the process but still... there will always be this fear of failing as a father that lingers in the back of his mind. He wouldn't be able to brush it off easily either.

And also he knows how unfair it would be to bring a child into the world where he KNOWS he will be lacking in some areas and not be a proper father figure to his child. So, he isn't willing to jump into that.

X= Xtra (Random Headcannon about them): At first, he didn't even know how to play the ukulele. He just did it to annoy people but later on, decided to learn how to play it properly. And after some trial and error, he learned how to play it properly, and knows how to play several songs with it. When he is alone in his office, he would play a few tunes to himself.

DOCTOR JEREMIAH CIMMERIAN:

P = Patience: He is a patient guy. Probably the most patient than the other two. He tends to push down his frustration because he knows it wouldn't do any good to get angry easily. But he does have his moments where he will become snarky when he feels annoyed with someone. But that is more with being annoyed than getting angry.

So, he isn't an angry person.

U = Ugly: Hmmm... (I remember the actual writer for Dr. Cimmerian's character mentioned this in passing and I wanna run with it. And do agree with him so why not). He can be petty to those who have wronged him. He has a hard time letting things go. And he doesn't let sleeping dogs lay. He knows it is childish but he can not help himself from acting on his pettiness sometimes. It isn't anything too bad or toxic but he will act on it.

But his pettiness is more subtle than in your face. So, it wouldn't be apparent most of the time.

H = Hugs: Okay, he does like hugs and would gladly hug his S/O whenever they would like. As for his close friends, it depends on the person but he will give a hug if it is someone he cares for. And it looks like they need some comfort from a friend.

F = Fiance(e): He didn't think much about getting married tbh. It just wasn't something that he considered would happen to him so he didn't give it much thought. But I mean if he found someone who made him very happy and who could tolerate him and his corny puns then why not? He would also want to make sure that his S/O was on board too. So, yeah.

X= Xtra (random headcannon about them): He never really told anyone how he actually got his burnt scars and he kind of wants to keep it that way. He doesn't see the reason to tell anyone the real story behind it. His burned scars are from his past and he wants that to stay in his past.

DOCTOR ICEBERG:

P = Patience: He is not someone who gets angry easily. It takes him a while to get angry but he does lose his patience and tends to get annoyed easily when he feels like things are going slow. So, he can become impatient and it would just result in him being visibly annoyed. Like he wouldn't have an issue in telling the person sitting at the reception desk who is taking centuries to do something to him to hurry the fuck up tbh.

He has no chill when he loses his patience with people.

U = Ugly: His awful sleeping schedule. To be fair, however, he isn't the only one guilty of having a poor sleeping schedule since almost everyone working for the Foundation (especially high-ranking personnel) do not have a perfect sleeping schedule. But Iceberg tends to overdo it. He barely lets himself get proper sleep at night. He lets his mind wander about work and all that and he ends up staying up all night thinking. It wouldn't always happen but it does when he is working on a big project and his anxiety gets the best of him. He overthinks everything about the upcoming deadline and how much progress he has made.

He does overwork himself too much as well. He does more than what is expected of him and some days he even goes overboard and ends up neglecting his own health. And that is when someone needs to be there to pull him back to reality. To force him to calm down and take a break.

H = Hugs: Sure! He would like receiving and giving hugs. It could either be from his S/O or a friend. He is fine with it.

F = Fiance(e): Yes, he would want to marry someone one day. And even start a family. But that would be when he is completely certain that he is done with the Foundation and retires. He wouldn't be able to see himself still employed by the Foundation while trying for a family with his partner. It would be too stressful for him to handle. So, he would prefer just waiting until he retires and leaves the Foundation.

X= Xtra (Random Headcannon about them): He loves playing with the eye pods SCPs whenever he has some free time. He would invite them into his office and he would play with them. It makes him so happy! Seeing how happy the eye pods are and them jumping around and snuggling with it. It makes him so happy and helps him to remember to take things easy sometimes. And despite being told countless times by his superiors to NOT let himself become attached to them. HE CAN'T HELP IT! THEY ARE SO ADORABLE!! HE LOVES THEM SO MUCH!

[pandalorian36]

Loki x Reader (genderneautral)

This is a backstory to my Loki x reader prompt. Masterlist here.

After years apart the only contact through letters and gifts. You and Loki finally meet face to face where true feelings finally come to light.

Warnings: None Word count: 2496

Your P/O/V:

I skim through my wardrobe scowling. How can I own so many clothes and not have anything to wear. "Y/N?" I sigh "In the wardrobe." Sorin, my best friend walks in grinning "What happened in here?" I wave my arms around "I don't know what to wear." he chuckles looking around my wardrobe "Nothing?" I sigh flopping onto the floor dramatically "Okay so I'm overthing." he chuckles rolling his eyes "Honestly the prince has really got you all in twist hasn't he?"

"I don't know what you are talking about." he grins leaning over me hands on his hips "Of course you don't. Now get up we are going to make you look fabulous. I knew you would be stressing and you are going to look amazing." he steps to the back of the wardrobe taking out a beautiful green outfit with flowers and leaves embroided all over. He also selects a pair of shoes to match and a gold leaf crown that rests around my forhead. "Thats perfect." Sorin grins "I know, what would you do without me. I'm amazing. Now change."

(Images found on pinterest) masc:

fem:

Exiting the wardrobe Sorin grins clapping his hands together "Oh I'm good. Now sit." I sit at my desk while he styles my hair just the way I like setting the crown on top "Thank you Sorin. You are a life saver." He grins wrapping his arms around my shoulders and squeezing gently "Well Loki won't be able to keep his eyes of you." I smack his arm "Will you stop. We haven't seen each other in years."

Sorin rolls his eyes "You've written letters pretty much every day. He has sent you some beautiful gifts and you to him. You talk about him all the time and I don't have to be a mind reader to know all the times you are spacing out you are thinking about him." Lyan sculks into the room stretching out and shaking all the snow from his fur I told you it was obvious. I glare at the wolf who flops down onto my bed getting water droplets everywhere You are in love. I stand rolling my eyes "The both of you need to stop. Lyan you are soaked get of the bed!"

I'm cold. "You have fur you are a wolf. How can you be cold?" Sorin chuckles "It is freezing outside. Though the snow is beautiful." Lyan nods stretching back out on the bed while I roll my eyes "Its warm in the palace."

Lyan rolls onto his back while Sorin laughs smoothing down the front of his suit "Right lets go, can't have you arriving late for your first ball back on Keboria." He holds out his arm which I loop my mine through laughing "What would I do without you?" he sighs dramatically "How you managed before you met me we will never know."

Nerves start fluttering in my stomach the closer we get to the ballroom. What if Loki doesn't recognise me? What if he doesn't turn up? What if he's with someone? Sorins magic floats over me like a calming blanket "Calm down its going to be fine." I smile "Thanks." he grins "Pathokinesis is a very handy thing."

The doors to the ballroom are thrown wide a steady stream of people trikling in. Sorin squeezes my arm gently half pulling me up the stairs music is floating through the doors surrounding us. At the top of the steps we pause and look out over the room, it is adorned with strings of lights and garlands of moons and stars.

My eldest brothers are stood at the bottom of the steps speaking with a familiar man with flowing blond hair. Thor but no sign of his brother. Sorin and I skim the edge of the room stopping in one of the window alcloves grabbing drinks of a passing waiter "I have no idea what this man looks like, can you see him?" I shake my head craining my neck to look around "No."

Sorin starts fidgiting and I follow his gaze over to the man he has been crushing on for the last few months. I grin giving him a shove "Go talk to him, I'll be fine." he doesn't take much prompting and heads over I watch him go grinning, jumping about a foot in the air when a cool voice comes from behind "Who are you looking for?" I swivel around heart pounding in my chest as my eyes meet with a pair of emerald green.

"Loki." he bows his head "Y/N." I smile brightly "Its so good to see you. Your taller. Your hairs grown, it suits you. Your eyes haven't changed though. I'll stop talking now." His lips twitch slightly into half a smile "Its good to see you as well. I am glad too see you recieved my gifts."

I smile running my thumb over the necklace he gifted me. A simple gold pendant containing a star petal, from the plant I healed the first time we met, set in clear resin. I never take it off. "Yes, I love it and those seeds you gave me are growing well. The flowers are stunning."

"I am glad. I greatly enjoyed the books you sent. How was your time travelling?"

"Oh it was excellent. I found some amazing plants, made some good friends. I spent most of my time on Midguard actually some of the plant life there is beautiful, though Ociana was my favourite planet its stunning. How have you been? From your letters your time away from home has been far more exciting than looking at plants." he chuckles turning to face the ballroom "I suppose, my brother is still hotheaded as ever. His friends are insufferable. But I have proggressed with my magic."

I tilt my head slightly "Loki are you alright?" he nods once though his posture remains ridgid "Forgive me, I am not overly comfortable around crowds." I smile slightly "Follow me." I start walking only checking once to make sure he is following leading him to a smaller room attached to the main hall the entrance covered by a low curtain. It is empty inside but the music still drifts through.

He relaxes a little though still does not seem overly comfortable "Is that any better?"

"Yes, thank you." he smiles softly "I apologise for my coldness. I do not know how to act after so long apart." I chuckle crossing my arms "I stand by what I said the first time we met. You can act how ever you wish around me." his smile warms reaching his eyes "Thank you, I do not know what I would have done without your letters. They have been a great comfort recently."

"Well I am glad." A different song starts up and Loki holds out a hand "Would you like to dance?" I take his hand bowing "I would love too." he pulls me in close begining to lead the way around the room in a slow waltz. I loose myself in his eyes the music flowing through the room and wrapping around us.

"You look stunning by the way. Green suits you." I blush slightly but don't drop his gaze despite the heat filling my cheeks "Thank you." Someone enters the room and Loki pauses our movements I spin around almost toppling over if it weren't for Loki's hand on the base of my spine I would have. The man who just entered smirks arms crossed behind his back "What do we have here?"

I frown "What do you want Kilian?" he shrugs taking a step closer "I noticed you had left the party and merely wished to see where you had dissapered too." I don't bother to hide the coldness in my tone as I cross my arms hardening my gaze "I believe my brothers and myself made it perfectly clear you are not welcome here."

He feigns shock a hand to his chest "My mistake, I must have missed a message. But now I am here perhaps you would reconsider my proposal?" I take a deep breath to calm the magic raging beneath my skin "Kilian either you leave now or I call the guards and you spend a night in a jail cell."

Loki's hand remains on the small of my back which is an anchor. A flash of green and a leathal looking dagger appears in his hand the handle hanging from the tips of his fingers so it is only vaguly threatening. Kilian eyes the dagger he talks big but he is no good at hand to hand combat or any type of confrontation. "Perhaps your highness we should talk somewhere in private away from," he glances at Loki again disgust clear on his face "Unwanted attention."

My magic flares slightly sending out a signal to my mother and Calen. "I am not going with you. I have refused you twice, you have insulted my family, attemted to assult my sister and have been banished from the palace. Why do you still insist on coming back?"

"Because I know you return my love."

"You do not love me. You love the power and wealth of my family that is all. And I certainly do not love you." he steps closer and Lokis arm slides around my waist pulling me gently into his side "My family are very wealthy. We are second only to yours, my parents advisors to the King. It should be an honour to marry me." I attempt to keep a straight face but scrunch my nose in disgust, Kilian sighs and draws out of his jacket a blaster "I didn't wish to resort to this."

My magic flares once more this time lashing out at Kilian who merely chuckles his own, a shield, blocking my strike. "Now, now that is no way to treat your future husband."

Finally four guards enter the room my brother leading the way a hard glare set into his features "Harris you are not welcome here. Escort this man of the premises." Kilian turns facing them grinning "I do not think so." He shoots twice though they both miss by a wide mark while he takes of disappering down a corridor "Did he hurt you?"

I shake my head Calen sighing deeply "I'll be having words with the front guards. How he got in... Still you are safe." he nods once too Loki before taking off after the guards. "Well he seemed lovely." I smack his chest while he chuckles "I apologise, I thought it may lighten your mood."

"I need some air." Loki smiles understandingly "I can leave?" I shake my head "No, its alright. I'd like the company." Starting to walk I lead the way out the hall and towards my rooms where there is a large glass door leading out into the gardens all coated in a thick white blanket of snow. I push open the doors and take a deep breath the cool air washing over my senses. "Are you alright?"

I nod taking several more breaths the magic flaring begining to calm down. "Yes thank you." I turn to face him finding him still standing in the warm light of the palace while I have taken several steps out into the gardens a light snow begining to flutter down. "Are you not coming outside?" he shakes his head slightly while I tilt my own to one side "Do you not like the snow?" he shrugs slightly "It is complicated."

"Complicated?"

Loki P/O/V:

Y/N looks stunning with the moonlight and snow fluttering around them. Complicated. The soft expression on their face makes my heart flutter. I can't show them, can I? Would they see past the monster? I frown and lean against the door frame while they tilt their head up to the sky snowflakes landing on their skin.

Their letters have been the only good thing these past few years. I am not sure when friendship turned to love but I do love them, that is why they cannot know about the monster beneath my skin. Becasuse I do not know what I would do if they looked at me with fear and hatred. My original plan was to cut them out of my life, allow them to get on with their life without me but when I saw them in that ballroom I lost all thought of that.

I forgot how... how. They make my heart flutter, my brain loose all function. All I wish to do is take them in my arms and show them how they deserve to be treated. Nothing like that asshole Kilian I believe was his name. I would worship them, they deserve nothing less.

"Loki?" I crash back to reality, Y/N has snow stuck in their hair and a bright smile on their face "Come and dance with me." they hold out their hands and I take a step forward before remembering myself "Please?" I inwardly groan I wish to take their hands. "Come on its fun."

I take another step. Watching as the blue begins to creep up my skin starting from the finger tips and spreading. Usually my magic can hide it but a small part of me doesn't want too. A small part of me does want them to see. I want to show them all of me. Grinning they step closer and grab my hand pulling me out into the snow.

I shut my eyes not ready to see their reaction trying to memorise the smile they always give me worried I may never see it again. Fingertips brush my cheek before their whole hand cups my cheek "Loki please open your eyes." Slowly I do so knowing they are now red not the green they like.

They smile slightly "Is this why you were so out of sorts?" I nod once trying to gage their reaction "You're beautiful. Blue suits you." I must look shocked because their smile grows a small laugh escaping their lips "I meant every word I wrote to you. You never have to worry about how you act around me. I... I love you Loki. Every part."

They lean in their lips pressing against mine gently. I feel frozen their last words clanging around my head and heart. After a moment they go to move away and I finally regain my movement arms wrapping around their waist and chest pulling them closer. Their lips are soft and warm as I try to pour all my feelings into the kiss.

"I love you Y/N." cheeks flushed and eyes wide they loop their arms around my neck the two of us remaining in the snow covered garden, quite music drifting out from the ballroom "Thank you, for trusting me with your secret." I smile pressing my forehead against theirs "I trust you with my life."

"And you with mine."

[ciaossu-imagines]

Continuing on with this fandom meme, this time for my long-time fandom that's been surprisingly more popular than I thought it would be, Saiyuki!

Send me a letter and I’ll tell you which character…

A: Is most attractive (to me): Honestly, this one tends to fluctuate a lot. It’s changed every time I’ve read or reread the manga as to which person I find most attractive, though let’s be real…they’re all attractive. This latest time around though, I was very, very much into Gojyo!

B: Gets bored the fastest: It’s a toss up between Goku and Gojyo. Gojyo is more of a quiet, lazy bored though as compared to Goku’s much more antsy, louder, and whinier bored.

C: Is the most open to cuddling: Gojyo craves physical touch. The reasons why are numerous and probably something he should discuss with a therapist, if only their world had those, but that physical contact? That act of just feeling someone against you, alive and real and wanting to be there with you? It’s something he would honestly go a little insane without. Cuddling and physical contact is a necessity for him, to the point he seeks it in random women he can pick up just to have it.

D: Fears death the most: Despite having so much power and control over it, or maybe because of that, Hazel has a proper fear of death, more so than any other character I could think of.

E: Is the most emotive: A ‘stupid monkey’, Goku rarely thinks about hiding what he’s thinking or feeling. Most of the time, he’s upfront and his emotions and reactions are somewhat easy to see or guess, especially so for those who know him well.

F: Is my favourite: All of the main four, to be honest, and Dokugakuji. They all kind of tie for the same place as there’s so much about each character that entertains and intrigues me and gets me to thinking and wondering. Purely to write about, I feel Gojyo edges everyone out though as he’s always come the most naturally to me to write for.

G: Has the greenest thumb: I feel like Yaone not only has a green thumb but genuinely enjoys plants and gardening. She’d definitely be a plant mama if she could and would have names for her plants and would hum or talk to them.

H: Trusts their horoscope the most: Lirin is quite superstitious that way, something the others make fun of her for.

I: Tends to idolize people they shouldn’t: While her reasoning is sound, and it’s not idolization but approval she craves, Lirin does have some issues in that area.

J: Tells the most dad jokes: Hakkai likes puns. Does that make him a dad? If so, he’d be okay with that. It’s better than everyone considering him the team mom! His puns are delivered so stealthily too, with the same serene expression he often wears, and he never explains the pun.

K: Is the most skilled in the kitchen: I hate giving the same answer over and over, but it really is Hakkai. He is a good cook and does honestly enjoy cooking for others.

L: Lies the most: Nii. It’s more half-truth or things that could vaguely be interpreted as true most of the time, just to give himself some leeway if anyone should accuse him but honestly, he’s perfectly content to lie and manipulate and actually enjoys doing so.

M: Is the biggest memer: If memes existed in the world of Saiyuki, I feel that all of Kougaiji’s group except for Kougaiji would be all into memes. And they’d constantly bombard Kougaiji with them because the poor man just does not understand them.

N: Needs way more attention from me: Honestly, thinking about it, the answer kind of surprised me but it’s definitely Kougaiji. I can count on one hand the number of times I think I’ve actually written anything for him, despite thinking that he’d be one of the most popular. Normally, it’s just the main four I write for, or their previous incarnations.

O: Has the most OCs of their own: I feel like Goku wins this one. He made up friends, people, stories to occupy his mind in those long years he spent alone because it was the only way to protect his mind.

P: Is the purest, most perfect cinnamon roll: Jeep. It’s Jeep because it sure as hell isn’t anyone else!

Q: Is the quickest to judge others: Sanzo is a judgmental asshole. I love him to death, but he’d probably judge me for even that.

R: Feels the most detached from reality: Reality? Nii could really stand to learn what that even is. I really don’t think he’s fully aware, living in his mind as much as he does, spinning and spiraling plans and plots…that and the man is insane. That’s about as far from reality as a mind can go.

S: Has the strongest spirit: There is not one single character among the main cast of characters who do not have strong spirits. They simply could not live if they didn’t.

T: Is the most terrifying: This is just for me personally, but Nii scares the ever-living shit out of me as a character. He’s crazy but such a smart crazy and it makes him dangerous beyond belief.

U: Is the most unapologetic for the way they live their life: All of the characters do. They’ve all made hard choices and been through a lot. They stick by their decisions; they live the lives they’ve chosen and give it all they have.

V: Is the best at video games: If video games existed, I really feel like both Hakkai and Sanzo would be insanely good gamers. With his pretty face and filthy mouth, I could actually see Sanzo becoming a popular Twitch streamer, only at the insistence of the others.

W: Watches the most anime: Again, assuming anime was a thing in their world…I feel it would have been Tenpou. He seems like he’d be all into many types of anime, but especially Shonen or gag anime, and would get really into a lot of fandoms.

X: Is the most xenial towards complete strangers: Hazel but only if those complete strangers are yokai or half yokai. Basically, anything along those lines and he thinks you’re trash to be wiped out.

Y: Yells the most: Sanzo, but to be fair, they normally give him a reason to yell at them.

Z: Gets the most overzealous over something others wouldn’t expect: Dokugakuji actually really likes poetry, especially haiku. While he sucks at writing, having horribly illegible handwriting, he enjoys spoken poetry and is pretty good at making them up himself when he’s in the right mood.

[gaywriting]

Aristotle & Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe book review

Aristotle & Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz (2012)

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""All of your instincts, Ari, all of them, tell me something. You love that boy. I think you love him more than you can bear." "I can't. Why are you saying these things?" "Because I can't stand watching all that loneliness that lives inside you. Because I love you, Ari."" (p. 349)

i've owned this book for years but embarressingly enough i didn't get around to reading and finishing it until february 2022. after hearing about it i figured i would like it and i definitely did. i have so many feelings tied to it, so ill try my best to write my thoughts here.

the story follows 15 year old Aristotle Mendoza, an american-mexican boy living in El Paso, Texas, in the 80's. he is the youngest in a sibling group of 4 and basically grew up as a single child. his mother is caring, but carying a deep scar from Ari's brother, who's in jail and Ari has never managed to bond with his emotionally distant father, due to him having been sent to Vietnam before Ari was born. Ari struggles very hard with himself, his family and his place in the universe. then one day during summer vacation, having shut himself off to everything and everyone in his life, he escapes to the local swimming pool, despite not knowing how to swim. here he meets Dante Quintana, a 15 year old american-mexican boy, with an equally special name and a very different world view, and who offers to teach him how to swim. the boys hit it off and quickly become very close friends. soon Ari is forced to face all of his demons and it all starts with Dante.

t h i s b o o k yall... i don't even know where to start asdfdgghjk this book is one of the most beautful stories ive had the pleasure of experiencing. the journey Alire Sáenz pulls us along of Aristotle and his relationship with coming to love himself and his life is such a deeply personal, emotional and wonderful thing to witness. first off this book felt to me like opening up a book an seeing a mirror. many of Ari's struggles are struggles i have experienced in my life as well and rarely have i related so much with a main character in a YA romance book. i was a little hesitant to read it since people were praising it to the moon and back, but honestly sometimes the hype do speak the truth because this book is honestly so good!

some people call this as a romance book, but it would not be the first word i would use to descibe this book (maybe i would do that with the sequel but we'll get to that one next). this book, in my opinion, is a philosophical, coming of age book that shows the reader a family of broken individuals that each have to learn how to deal with the trauma in their life, as well as how to open up and lean on each other. the fact that one of Ari's bigger pushes towards facing himself and his issues is Dante and the blossoming romance between the two is just a plus in my opinion. not every lgbt story needs to be thrown into the romance bucket, where that's all there is to the story, since that's not all there is to life.

Dante is just the sweetest little weed smoking rascal, a boy who feels every single emotion in his body like tenthfold and just wears it all on his sleeve. incapable of telling lies and so sure in himself and his beliefs. his only insecurity is his sexuality, and reading the letters he sends to Ari, about him figuring it all out and when he speaks of how he needs his sibling to be straight, is heartbreaking.

If you want to experience a psychological coming of age lgbt story with two precious boys learning to love and accept themselves and each other, despite the struggle that that life entails, then i c a n n o t recomend this book more. it was honesly one of the best books i read last year, don't let the hype scare you away and give it a try! ❤️

honestly to say im upset that i cant find a way for me to watch the movie is such an understatement. i might be going into it too optimistic and get Super let down, but as far as ive read (avoiding spoilers) people say its good, so the hype is crazy 🍿

[allthefawkesigive]

So with recent H*rry P*tter related posts around, I just wanted to ask- does still enjoying HP mean you can't be supportive of all the people JKR has been so horrid towards? Like, does still liking it make you bad?

I guess, I absolutely don't think anything she says is right in any way, but HP is still something that I've always enjoyed and that I come back to. I'm trying to understand- is it bad to like hp?

If you don't want to/can't answer this, or if doing so would adversely affect you,please don't pay attention- just delete the ask! You are a safe person to ask, but I don't want to hurt you in any way, shape, or form. You're well being is more important ♥️

This is the first ask I've received in years and probably the first one I've received since I stopped doing H*rryP*tterRP so that was a shock to the system.

As for my answer. I feel like it's very personal. For instance, the aforementioned franchise used to mean so much to me, it was my whole world and the only thing keeping me going at the time so parts of me does look back in fondness but at the same time, her terfyness has tarnished it in a way that going forward I'll never enjoy it in a way I used to and I personally don't want any association with it at all.

However it's something that people are always going to enjoy, it's all over the world, almost everyone knows what it is and there are many media's in which it can be consumed from. Nothing can stop people from enjoying some thing. HOWEVER supporting it in ways like spending money on it, advertising it or keeping it relevant in a positive way actively hurts trans people. Ms writer has so much influence on the word and she is not using it in a good way.

Sure you're not hurting anyone by reading books you've already purchased or watching the dvd you've owned for years but her negativity is in her writing and it's hard to look past that.

So I'd say no, it's not bad to enjoy the franchise but think about the people around you and how these things will effect them. And also, everyone is going to have a different opinion on this topic, you could ask someone else the same question and get a wildly different answer

I hope this makes some kind of sense, I'm very tired and honestly haven't spoken about this franchise like this in a while. I really appreciate the way you asked, and I'm glad I'm someone you feel safe asking it.

[insecateur]

So twitter related disc horse

I popped for a hot sec to reblog a clearly photoshopped pic of someone pointing a gun to elon and saw someone say Tumblr was boring.

On one hand I can shit on twitter users for the rest of my natural life (which dont get me wrong is fun) but also i can see it being hard to understand. We are not born knowing everything, and it can be hard for ppl not having an algorithm spoon feed ppl content

Plus i bet that person does not even know about h*man p*t g*y (censoring so he does come here and cause ruckus)

i guess i can kinda get how people would find it boring bc it's a lot slower than current twitter but it's a good thing imo like i don't actually find endless scrolling to be that fun tbh . less activity means more time to do other stuff

but also i honestly don't find it that slow personally ??? but i've been using twitter exclusively from my private account where i follow less than 100 ppl outside of posting art/fic/random musings since like. 2017 so. my standards are probably skewed

i just find the idea that TWITTER is better than tumblr for conversation to be laughable considering twitter literally limits how many characters you can put in a post forcing people to fragment their thoughts when they can't be contained in under 500 characters (not to mention it used to be HALF THAT! how quick we forget) i constantly see people complain that twitter threads are a pita to read and follow to the point there are tools to make them more readable. like

(personally i also hate getting suggested stuff i might like (my only exception is youtube and that's mostly bc i can easily dismiss it and it's videos with titles so i can immediately be like No and not actually have to be confronted with anything i don't want to see) so the fact that twitter has been pushing that on people more and more in the last few years has just cemented it as a Bad platform for me personally. however i know i'm very much the exception to this rule lol)

probably people find platforms like discord the most well-equipped for discussion? instant messaging and social media/blog posts feel like different beasts to me tho. but idk

[genericpuff]

How do you feel about LO fans reading Rekindled? I mean, I know Rekindled wasn't created only for the critical side of the fandom to read, but have you ever had LO fans that read Rekindled coming at you because of your anti lo posts?

Honestly, I find I don't get that much harassment for it here, which has been great. One of the most common criticisms I get are accusations that I'm "riding off Rachel's coattails", but considering I'm making this comic entirely from the ground up, for free, in a way that fuses my style with Rachel's (which means it's still fairly distinguishable from LO) technically I'm harming Rachel's bottom line far less than the legitimate fans who draw Rachel's style 1:1 and sell adoptables and commissions LMAO (and that's not to be accusatory, I think it's neat that there are artists who can replicate it that well, but idk why people get mad at me for doing literally the same thing and I'm not even profiting off it lol it's literally just because I'm a critic and not a diehard fan). And if I didn't genuinely enjoy working on this project beyond getting fake internet points, then I would have dropped it from the starting gun, I'm not good at committing myself to new projects (yaaay ADHD).

I think it helps that I (intentionally) don't use the general LO hashtags, I try to stay away from using any fan-focused hashtags because ultimately the work I do isn't necessarily going to be meant for them and I don't want it getting recommended to them if that's not the kind of thing they wanna see. Of course, that won't stop fans from finding it, but if they're getting recommended stuff from the anti community, then chances are it's because they've already been lurking in it. If a fan of LO finds my work, they're more than free to read it and if they enjoy it, great! I was a fan once too, the comic itself isn't so much for the anti's and "haters" as much as it is for people like me who used to adore this comic and wanted more than what we got.

Considering LO is going to be ending by mid next year, Rekindled will very likely be going on long after it, so who knows, it might even become a new favorite for fans who want more LO-style H x P content. Of course, it'll come with all the layers of salt that come loaded with my content, but that's what we have the Dillyhub mirror for now ;)

I find I tend to get more pushback on Instagram and I can only assume it's because IG's recommendation algorithms work a little differently. I thiiink IG might be suggesting accounts that are followed by other accounts (so through mutuals) so if a fan is following the same people I am (ex. editolympus is one I can think of off the top of my head), regardless of whether or not those accounts use the same hashtags I do, I get recommended to them. I imagine it's a pain for people who don't want to be seeing my content but they can take their own advice for once - don't like it, don't read it (￣y▽,￣)╭

[lemon-sugarcoats-nothing]

new character idea...

So i have this character Kodiak, wolf man, he's well known for coming from a huge family and then going on to create his own big, but not quite as big, family-

Its been up in the air as to whether he's a middle or youngest kid but honestly, after 10+ siblings i dont think the "Oldest, middle, youngest" dynamic really applies anymore. SO technically he is a middle kid, but that doesnt really affect anything, his brothers and him were treated p much the same. Yknow, brought up to be respectable boys that treat women with respect, but also catholic (or catholic adjacent) and some of the more....questionable preaching that CAN come with it (i.e. queerphobia)

Now he's only ever been mentioned to have brothers, but most of the time it's mentioned was in the flashbacks to his teen years, and then every now and again when some of his brothers pop up for visit or smth.

wHAT if - he has some younger siblings we havent really seen yet. Specifically what if he h a d a sister, but when Kodi was in school she was likee...10 or smth, so there was a big age gap, and they didnt hang out as much as kodi did with his older and similarly aged brothers. THEN when his sister graduated she went off, did her own thing, she basically quietly cut ties with the family.

Heres where the FUN part comes. What if Kodi just decides to get the whole family back together some day. Like..."I miss when we were younger and hung out all the time, lets get everyone together" and he basically makes a big post on Facebook to hunt down all his siblings and organize a family reunion. And he succeeds, he hears back from his parents who agree to help round up all their kids, and he personally gathers his older and same-age brothers since he's closest to them.

And then all his brothers, now aged between late 40s to mid 20s actually shows up; but his sister doesn't. 1 hr passes, people start trying to get in contact with her, but eventually a car pulls up. Someone steps out but no one recognizes them- They vaguely look like their estranged sister, but this person has short hair, stronger jawline and facial hair- They look like one of the brothers but they've never seen them before-

"Hey guys its uh....its me-"

Everyone is confused, some are annoyed from their confusion. Kodi looks at em, and it just clicks; Oh duh, his "sister" isnt his sister anymore, they're his brother. It only makes sense for Kodi to recognize it first, and he welcomes them with a nice warm hug.

Then his new brother would probably reintroduce himself by his new name, etc etc unless they decide to keep their old name or a variation of it (in my head i've been using Sam to refer to them ; Samantha being their deadname, Samuel being their new name).

Whether or not the parents would handle this change well could go either way.

-Either they could be accepting immediately; "Oh we've seen this before with Gay kodi, how different could this gender thing be"

-or they could reject it at first; "oh you're our only girl!" "you'll always be my little girl" "this is nonsense" but accept him after taking a min to think and from a stern lecture from Kodi

If the first option, it might be good for the parents to meet Kodi's nb/trans kid(s) first before Sam comes to the reunion, that way it might make more sense that they're less shocked about the gender stuff (being cishet and not very interested in doing a whole lot of research into the queer zone). Get the awkwardness out some like: "My newest granddaughter-" "Actually father, they're just your grandchild/grandson..." "Oh! my newest grandson...you're such a beautiful little girl" "boy-" "beautiful little- boy!" (well meaning and loving but trying their best and gets the hang of it before Sam arrives)

If the second option, maybe their ignorance on the topic could still be shown by them being introduced to Kodi's trans/nb kid(s), but in the form of not knowing what to call them, and not really correcting themselves much when they mess it up. "My newest granddaughter!" "Actually father, they're your grandchild/grandson" "Oh well isnt she-" "He" "...he- just a beauiful young lady" "Okay father, lets take a step back, this is my s o n -" (well meaning and loving, but still needs work and they slip up often)

The reaction could also be different between parents like when Kodi was forced out of the closet; mom being more accepting but still concerned, and dad being just flat out not accepting until big thing curved that some.

Just thought it only made sense that at least one of his many siblings would be queer alongside Kodi B) who knows, maybe one of his "brothers" are closet transfem too, that'd be fun.

[thedragonscribe]

A: Bonebreaker, that guitar has me weak

B: Not really anything I can think of except maybe more stuff to do in the safehouse

C: Honestly Locke, though Vlad is close second

D: I've mained nothing but Sydney for the past few years and even tried to make her gun good so hers, though if I owned anything new it'd probably be one of those heists

E: Any. Stealth in any mission feels so good when you get it right

F: That being said, Saint Martin bank is still on my shitlist for that time I lost because I failed to answer a pager. Of the guard on the roof that my friend intimidated. From the second floor. We didn't even know that guards could be up there

G: Sydney's pager lines used to give me a "pardon?" almost every time before I got used to them, though I don't remember anything specifically. Maybe that time she claimed her pet rat was mauling a coworker

H: Honestly trying to think of one since I've mostly been doing crime sprees. I think it's less about the heists for me and more what I can pull off in each map

I: Favors are a map-by-map case, though I normally always use a few unless I've had to restart a few times and just want to speed through set up

J: Jimmy (affectionately). There's nothing negatively dumb about it, though I still find it funny that the whole thing runs on the engine of a driving game

K: Idc how many times I get told to build turrets last, I like being able to walk into a room that's supposed to be swarmed but isn't

L: Wolf, anything Wolf does. Especially the secret ending. Him and Hox are just

M: I almost always use Le Castle Vania, one pattern for stealth, one for loud, but Leshy from the Winter Ghosts dlc is a close second. The whole reason I bought the pack, even

N: I don't feel like I'm in touch enough with the community to really answer this other than to say I have no idea why people find Sydney annoying

O: Tbh, not much of a risky player, though there was one time I basically walked through a guard and didn't even go into the red

P: I just hope it doesn't go the way other large games have been going lately.

Q: Repeating a mission for a few hours is fine if I have someone with me, but if I'm playing alone and keep having to restart, more so if it's a loud mission, I get overwhelmed and have to tap

R: I consume very little other media so it's hard to say

S: Leech even though I don't fully know how to use it and don't really play with anyone anymore

T: The whole story is a bunch of surprises, though I'll never forget the time I played Henry's Rock out of context and saw the room behind the glass for the first time

U: We need to lock him in a room with Locke more often, the only redeemable part of San Martin Bank

V: If I'm reading this right, Dentist. It's just something about his voice

W: Overkill for loud because I play alone, though I've been slowly trying to bump it up. Death Sentence for stealth because I don't see why not

X: I think it being incurable, while it sucks, would curb an issue that a lot of media has in that any big emotional or character loss is usually reverse by the end. I don't mean in a "oh we found someone else and bonded" way, I mean in a "oh turns out it wasn't that serious" way which just makes the stakes feel empty.

Y: I try to when I can. I need all the shinies

Z: I'm not sure. I can definitely feel something whenever I boot it up, but it's not completely the gameplay. I want to say it's the aesthetic or the premise. The game, masks aside, is darker, dirtier, and has a grit that other games I've played either don't have or don't keep. On top of that, just the idea of a group of social outcasts coming together in something just shy of a found family and just doing whatever the hell they want in every sense of the word tickles my brain in a way no other game has. In a weird way, if I'm not completely fed up with missions going wrong, it just makes me feel safe when I play, not because of the guns but because of the characters, as sad as that might sound.

The ABCs of Payday - Q&A edition

You can either answer all of these yourself & tag people to also complete it, or you can RB and your followers can pick a letter and you answer. Or you can just do nothing that's cool too ig.

A is for ALESSO: favourite track?

B is for BALDWIN'S LAMENT: any regrets or things you wish were different about the game/story?

C is for CONTRACTORS: favourite contractor and why?

D is for DLC: favourite DLC you own?

E is for ECMS: favourite stealth/stealth-only heist?

F is for FUUUUUUU: most-hated heist?

G is for GENSEC: favourite pager line?

H is for HEIST: all-time favourite heist?

I is for ILIJA: are you a favours lover or do you prefer the challenge of going in without favours?

J is for JOKERS: dumbest thing/moment about the series?

K is for KILLKILLKILL: favourite/best way to kill cops?

L is for LIVE-ACTION: favourite live-action/web series moment?

M is for MASKS: favourite mask/s?

N is for NO MERCY: hot take/unpopular opinion about the games?

O is for OVERKILL: best/coolest thing you've ever done in-game?

P is for PAYDAY 3: hopes for Payday 3?

Q is for QUIT: what makes you rage/quit?

R is for RESERVOIR DOGS: cross-overs you'd like to see in Payday 3?

S is for STOIC: favourite/most-used perk deck?

T is for TASER: most surprising moment/thing that happened in-game?

U is for UKRAINIAN: favourite Vlad moment?

V is for VILLAIN: favourite baddie and why?

W is for WE CALL THIS A DIFFICULTY TWEAK: preferred/most-played difficulty?

X is for XENODIAGNOSIS: would you want Bain's disease to be curable and why/not?

Y is for YULE: do you typically play seasonal updates and why/why not?

Z is for ZEAL: what makes you excited about Payday and keeps you coming back to play again and again?

[helloproject-ness]

Inaba Manaka is back as leader of Hello! Project Kenshuusei in Hokkaido

[artistfingers]

There’s one ~silver lining~ of my iPad being broken: I’ve had loads of time to think about my many half-formed undercover phantom au ideas! Since I have no idea when or what will make it to comic form, here’s the lowdown…. AKA, everything that’s been rattling around my brain recently :P

For context: Danny, Sam and Tucker have never met, and nobody knows Danny is Phantom. When Vlad’s newest bit of tech gets Danny stuck in ghost mode (with the rest of his powers on the fritz to boot), he meets Tucker and Sam—who instantly see through his disguise and lend a helping hand. (Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4!!)

So. After that, Danny—no, Phantom—becomes friends with them. It’s exciting! He was invisible at school even before the ghost powers; he was pretty isolated and lonely and being Phantom for the last year hasn’t exactly been a social boon. Kid’s lonely, ok?

But now… two human friends? Who’re his age & share his interests? It’s like a dream come true! If only they weren’t exclusively friends with his ghost self… and if only they didn’t wanna be so involved in his dangerous ghost hunting things…Uhhh. Hm. Could be a problem.

Danny angsts about the danger he’s putting his new friends in, and about not being able to befriend them as a human. He plays with the idea of telling them Everything but that’s… risky to say the least. He’s only known them a few weeks! ugh….!! it’s too much. maybe he should just throw the towel in.

Buuut Sam & Tucker don’t take no for an answer. Especially after they rescue him a third time.

Thus… Phantom friendship shenanigans!!

Sam filched some parts from the Fentonworks Lab when Phantom took them there, and later convinced Tucker to help her build a custom mini ectogun in case of emergency. They didn’t tell Phantom.

Danny is really sentimental about that DP hat he wore when he first met Sam & Tucker. He wore it as Phantom for a while but it got singed in a fight. He still wears it when he hangs out with Tucker & Sam but otherwise keeps it squirreled away for Sentimental Reasons.

“So Phantom, how old are you?” “I’m 15.” “15 now? Or 15 when you died?” “Yes.”

Tucker has a bunch of awful 90s button up shirts, and gives one to Phantom

They aren’t able to convince Sam to wear one too, but they sure do try.

Phantom won’t tell them when he died, so once he starts wearing 90s shirts they start using terrible 90s slang with him

“I am NOT from the 90s!!! They didn’t even SAY that then!!!” “methinks the lady doth protest too much…..home slice” “NOOO!!!”

“Phantom I have an extremely important question. Like, life or death. SHIT is on the LINE here. Are you listening?? I really need to know…. Do ghosts play video games”

The answer may surprise you (no it won’t)

Sam is completely convinced they can ACTUALLY get a good working guess of when Phantom lived and died based on the fact he liked Nasty Burger when he was alive, since NB’s a regional chain with a not-so-distant past. Tucker meanwhile thinks Phantom probably has a good reason for keeping them at arm’s length—but regardless of method, they can agree: they want to break down Phantom’s walls.

The next arc is less “Undercover Phantom” and more “Undercover Fenton” because the juxtaposition of him having to do hidden identities squared (squared again) is too good for me to pass up. It boils down to this: during a ghost attack at school, Danny finds himself stuck being “protected” by Sam and Tucker.

Sam and Tucker take their new jobs as Phantom’s ghost hunting companions too seriously to let this skinny stranger they just met run TOWARDS the danger. WHY does he keep trying to run TOWARDS the danger

NO YOU CANNOT GO TO THE BATHROOM THE SCHOOL IS ON G H O S T L O C K D O W N

Sam pulls out her ectogun.

Danny: WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?!

Sam does not tell him.

“Wait, your last name’s Fenton? Like Fentonworks Fenton?” “No, the other Fenton.” “Oh… well, that’s too bad…” “YES LIKE FENTONWORKS FENTON”

Sam is initially wary of Danny because of his parents’ super strong anti-ecto views. Danny is clueless as to why she isn’t very friendly to him-as-a-human when she’s great with him-as-a-ghost. but she warms up after he helps resolve the ghost issue in a way that shows he doesn’t subscribe to his parents’ views.

afterwards you get this excellent situation where Danny is now friends with Sam and Tucker as Phantom and as Fenton, and they’re not connecting the dots as quickly as they did when it was just “that’s Phantom wearing a hoodie and a cap with his own logo on it”.

the potential here? *chefs kiss* here’s a few things but honestly? the possibilities are limitless

Danny pretending to not have a cell phone because he already gave them his number as Phantom

Tucker: *dials Phantom*

Danny, standing directly next to him: *frantically attempting to silence his phone*

Sam & Tucker try to introduce Danny and Phantom. Danny has to make excuses to avoid this happening in both forms.

Danny takes Sam & Tucker down to the Fentonworks Lab to get them some real equipment. Sam & Tucker pretend (very badly) that they’ve never been there before

Rooftop chill sessions as Phantom, late night teenage hijinks as Fenton, plus school AND fighting ghosts does not do any favors for Danny’s sleep deprivation. Tucker introduces him to caffeine pills with… mixed results.

Tucker and Sam teach Phantom some sign language. Later Danny slips up and uses it casually with them as Fenton

…. And many other silly mixups that I’ve yet to think of because I live for that shit

Sam & Tucker have theories about the Fenton-Phantom connection and they’re all wrong but somehow also plausible and that freaks Danny out just a little bit if he ever overhears them

Ultimately, I see this AU having a final arc where a New Situation occurs in which Danny-as-Phantom has to—once again—pretend to be human. This time, he’s with Sam & Tucker as Phantom from the get go, and can’t disappear or transform, even if being Phantom is extremely dangerous at that moment. Somehow this scenario would lead to the Fenton-is-Phantom (or, in this case, Phantom-is-Fenton) reveal…. But the details still escape me :P

so in short………… I really like hidden identities

[poppywrites41]

Kingdom of Lilies Ch. 2 (King Eren x Fem! Reader)

Here is chapter 2 my Poppies! I hope you enjoy it!

MDNI 18+ ONLY

The artwork is mine

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Warnings: Death, Violence, Language, smut (fulfilling the role of a wife), 

A N G S T, eventual fluff, 

Disclaimer: I do not own any character from the AOT universe

It had been one year since the attack on the kingdom of Eldia took place. One year of silence from the new king of Eldia and it worried the King and Queen of Marley. They did not know if or when Eren was going to rally his forces and repay them tenfold for the damage they caused. There were no letters nor rumors of the king’s plans. The last thing they had heard was that Eldia had put an end to all trade with the neighboring kingdom when he was crowned king a year ago. Marley had not been doing well as an economy since then. Eldia was one of their main sources of food and precious metals. Marley’s main trades were spices and a few types of crops that only they could grow in their region, so it shocked the royals and their court when they heard that not only Eldia, but the other kingdoms they traded with somehow began to supply themselves and trade Marley’s signature spices and crops. It was a huge blow to all of Marley. Not even a year went by and they lost almost all connections to their neighbors, their kingdom going into ruin…

“My dear,” Queen Elise said to her husband, “We cannot continue living like this.”

“And what do you suppose we do, hm?” Robert growled to her as they made their wait to their meeting, “Eren has successfully cut us off from the rest of the world. Not even the other kingdoms return our requests for help. He intends for us to fall to ruin and we know nothing of what he plans. All of our attempts to figure him out have failed.”

The queen hummed in thought. It was true. They attempted to send out some servants to Eldia to pose as serfs and serve in the Eldian castle. The servants were to gather as much information on King Eren as they could and relay to their masters if there were any plans for Marley. However, none of the servants lasted a month there. So far, the King and Queen had been sent ten small crates, each containing the severed head of their servants from Eldia. Eren never failed to sniff out anyone who didn’t belong in his court.

“Maybe,” Elise said, “We invite him to Marley.”

“Are you insane?!” Robert exclaimed, “He will surely kill us when he sets foot in our walls!”

“Not if we tell him that we intend to make up for the mistake we made.”

“How? What do we have that he could possibly want?”

Elise shrugged, “Honestly, not much at all… But we may need to submit to Eldia. My dear, we cannot continue to live like this. We need to have our trade opened up again. I have heard that King Eren has yet to take a woman to rule beside him-”

“Absolutely not!” the king said, “Y/N won’t last a day with him!”

“I don’t want to do this either, my love,” Elise sighed, “But we both know she loves him deeply and she never knew that Zeke was here. She is innocent in all of this. If he is willing to take her as his bride, it means that we could save our kingdom. We made a mistake to trust his brother and it cost us everything.”

Robert remained quiet in thought.

“Let me send a letter out to Eldia,” his wife said, “We will see if King Yeager is even remotely interested in our offer. Then we will go from there. Y/N is a brilliant girl, my dear, she will be fine.”

“Fine. Send your letter out. We shall wait and see what his response will be.”

 “Ah fuck!” the servant panted underneath the man who was pounding into her from behind, “Y-Your H-Highness!”

“Haaa~ You’re so good for me!” Eren said as he rammed himself into her heat, enjoying how her walls tighten around his cock, “You like this? You enjoy giving yourself for your king to use as he pleases?”

“Y-Yesss!” the girl cried, “P-Please your majesty! G-Give me more! Use me as you please!”

Eren smirked at the female coming apart under him. Her walls fluttered around him as she came. When she was entirely spent, her arms gave out, letting her fall into the bed further. Her ass held up by her king's hands as he continued to use her to reach his high. Ever since he had been crowned king, Eren had found relief in fucking his servants to let out his frustrations against those who ruined his life.

As Eren quickened his pace, he envisioned strangling Zeke, imagining the sweet relief he would feel when he had finally rid the world of the man who killed his parents in cold blood. He could see it now. The fear in Zeke’s eyes as life left them. Oh, what a beautiful sight that would be. Just thinking of the sweet relief and revenge brought Eren to his high. With a final thrust, he came with a low groan, coating the servant's insides in his seed. They both sat there, catching their breath.

“Feeling better Your Majesty?” the girl asked with heavy breaths.

“Much,” Eren said as he pulled out, slapping the girl’s ass, “You are indeed a wonder, Grace.”

Before the servant could compliment him back, there was a knock on Eren’s door.

“Your Majesty, it is me. I come bringing some news,” Armin said.

“Enter,” Eren said as he wiped his cock with a towel, tucking himself back into his pants and adjusting his clothes.

Armin entered the room, holding a couple of papers. One of Eren’s first acts as King was to make Armin his head advisor. Armin was good at his job. He made sure Eren knew of everything that was going on in and outside of his kingdom. He gave Eren good advice and counsel, whether it was about personal matters or pertaining to the kingdom. Eren was a good king. He cared about his kingdom and the welfare of his people, but his ruthlessness towards his enemies was something Armin never thought was possible for his friend. Since his parents died, Eren had been trying to hunt down Zeke. He would take his knights, the Scouts, and go “hunting” for Zeke and his followers. Zeke would always slip from their grasp, but Armin never forgets how much Eren enjoyed the hunting trips. He remembered when he went along one time, it frightened him to see Eren slaughtering Zeke’s followers with a crazed smile on his face, green eyes shining with excitement. Armin loved Eren as a brother and it hurt him to see that Zeke turned him into what he was.

“You may go, Grace,” Eren said.

The servant stood up on shaky legs, straightening out her dress, and bowed to the men. When she left, Eren turned to his friend, “What is it?”

“Well,” Armin sighed, “We received a letter from King Robert and Queen Elise.”

“Oh?” Eren smirked, “Are they planning on waging war over their servants’ heads?”

“No,” Armin said, “They wish to meet with you.”

“Meet with me?” Eren asked, “What on earth would they want to meet for? To apologize?”

“Yes. That and maybe coming to some sort of arrangement. They would like to meet with you within the next few days.”

“Arrangement?” the king’s brow quirked, “What kind if I may?”

“Marriage.”

Eren looked at his advisor and laughed. He laughed until tears came to his eyes, “Marriage? Are they that desperate? Why would they fucking think I would take their wench of a daughter in marriage?”

“The kingdom is facing ruin. We’ve cut off all their trade routes and their economy has pretty much fallen.”

“Ah, so they want to get into my good graces so that they will flourish once more,” Eren hummed, “I don’t see how this is beneficial for me.”

“The queen said in her letter that if you agree to meet, all will be discussed.”

Eren hummed and sat at his desk, “If I recall, there is a prince.”

“Yes. He should be 7 years old. They plan for him to take the throne.”

“So, they want me to marry Y/N,” he mused, “I bet they are hoping that she will influence me to bring Marley back from the dead. Like I would trust that bitch.”

“According to the Queen’s letter, Y/N knew nothing of what happened with Zeke,” Armin said.

“Ha! Lies,” Eren said, “She definitely knew. They were planning on having her marry Zeke when he took over Eldia. She definitely had a role in all of that. And now they plan to marry her off to the next best thing.”

“Well, what do you want to do?” his advisor asked.

Eren thought about it for a moment. It would be fun to see how ruined the royal family of Marley had become since he ended all connections with them. He thought about the prospect of marrying Y/N. The queen had said that if he accepted to meet with them, they would discuss the terms of the marriage. If he agreed, he could make them submit to him. He would still let them rule but under him. He would control Marley from Eldia. The king and queen would merely just be his puppets. His thoughts then wandered to Y/N. He didn’t want anything to do with her. She had shattered his heart. But, if he wanted to expand his rule, he needs her. He doesn’t need to love her. He just needs her to give him the power he craves over her family's kingdom and an heir. When he seemed to make up his mind, he grabbed a piece of paper and pen.

“What are you doing?” Armin asked as he watched Eren write.

“Responding to who may become my future mother-in-law,” Eren smirked, “Tell Levi to get the Scouts ready. We have quite a journey ahead of us.”

“Y-You’re really agreeing to meet with them?!”

Eren looked at his friend with a smile, his green eyes burning with something sinister as he handed him the letter, “Send this out immediately. We leave tomorrow morning.”

 “Your Highness,” a maid said as she pulled the curtains away from the window, letting the morning light fill the room, “it is time to get up. We must get you ready for a guest will be coming to the castle today.”

Y/N sat up slowly, stretching her arms and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Who’s coming?” she said with a yawn.

“His royal highness, King Yeager.”

Y/N’s head whipped to her maid, “What?”

“The king and queen have arranged a meeting with his highness. Your presence will be requested.”

“What is the meeting about?”

“I am not sure my lady,” the maid said, “But I must help you get ready. Come on. Let’s get you bathed.”

Y/N jumped out of bed and ran into her bathroom where her ladies in waiting had prepared her bath. As the women washed her body, her mind was elsewhere. Eren was coming. He was coming to the castle. Y/N was both excited and afraid. She wanted to see how much he had grown. He must be very handsome. They haven’t seen each other in eight years. She knew what he had done to their kingdom. He was the reason that Marley was suffering financially. He was the reason their kingdom barely have anything to eat. Yet she understood why he did what he did. Her parents betrayed him and his family and they are facing the consequences of their actions. But she also knew that her parents regret the decisions they made in the past. They wished to make up for their mistakes. Hopefully, this meeting with Eren will help everyone come together and make amends.

“Oh, my lady,” one of the servants sighed, “This past year has not been kind to you. You have lost so much weight.”

Y/N looked down at herself and noticed that she was much skinnier than she was before Eren cut off all trade with Marley. Food supplies had become low to the point where everyone in the kingdom had to mind how much they ate to ensure there was food for the next day.

“Hopefully we can make amends with his highness,” Y/N smiled to her servants, “Then we will be able to live healthy lives once again.”

“Yes, my lady. Let us hope. Come, let us get you dressed and ready. His highness is expected to arrive for lunch.”

Y/N couldn’t even recognize herself in her mirror. She hadn’t dressed up like this since her birthday ball when she turned seventeen. The dress she was wearing was her birthday gift from her mother. It was a beautiful navy dress with gold flowers embroidered on the front. Due to her weight loss, it was a little loose on her. Her servants were kind enough to pin it to fit her frame. She had told her maids to not put too much effort into her hair and makeup since this was a meeting and not a ball. Her hair was styled into a beautiful Celtic braid and her makeup was done to accent her natural beauty. To be honest, Y/N preferred this style compared to the extravagant hairstyles and intense makeup she would wear to balls.

“My lady,” her maid said, “His highness will be arriving shortly. Let us go down to the throne room.”

“Of course,” Y/N said, “Lead the way.”

 “Ah Y/N!” her mother said as she embraced her daughter, “You look stunning!”

“Thank you, mother. It was certainly weird dressing up again after such a long time.” Y/N chuckled, “Where’s Georgie?”

“He’s with his nanny. He doesn’t need to be here for the meeting,” Elise said.

“You lost weight,” her father said, a hint of sadness in his eyes at seeing his daughter's state because of his actions, “Hopefully this meeting will be a success and everything will get better.”

“Yes,” Y/N agreed, “So what is it about?”

Just as her father opened his mouth to respond, the doors to the throne room opened to reveal the court announcer, “Presenting his royal highness of Eldia, King Eren Yeager.”

Y/N sucked in a breath, reaching for her mother’s hand, who gripped hers with a squeeze. Her heart skipped a beat when Eren walked through the doors followed by his knights, the Scouts. Y/N heard stories of Eren and his knights. They were like an elite group of soldiers. Efficient in everything they do. She couldn’t believe her eyes. He had grown so much. He was taller and well-built. His hair was tied back into a bun. Dare she even say that he looked good in his navy and green uniform. She watched in awe as he walked towards them, ignoring the murmurs of her father’s advisors behind her. He held his head up high, his poster showcasing his power in his strides.

“Eren,” Robert greeted, albeit his shaky voice, extending his hand to the young king, “Welcome back to Marley.”

“Robert,” Eren said as he took his hand, “Thank you for reaching out to me.”

Y/N flinched when she saw her father flinch, pain passing through his face as he and Eren shook hands. Eren was crushing his hand.

“W-Why don’t we have a seat?” Y/N’s mother said with a nervous chuckle, “Why don’t we have lunch while we have our meeting. You must be hungry Ere- I-I mean your highness.”

Eren let go of Roberts's hand, turning to Y/N’s mother with a smile, “That sounds like a lovely idea. I am a bit famished.”

Everyone slowly made their way to the table that had been moved into the throne room, each taking a seat. Eren sat at one end of the table with his advisor next to him while Robert and Elise took their place at the opposite end, Robert’s advisors taking their seats. As Y/N made her way to her seat by her father, she was stopped in her tracks at Eren’s voice.

“Robert, would you mind if Y/N would sit by me?” Eren asked with a small smirk, green eyes set on the woman who had just reached her father’s side, “I haven’t seen my friend in years and I would enjoy her presence by my side.”

Robert looked between Eren and his daughter, “O-Of course… Y/N, you may go sit next to him.”

Y/N gave a small nod and made her way towards the seat next to Eren. A servant pulled back the chair to allow her to seat herself. She gave a small thank you to the servant when he pushed her chair up to the table.

“Alright!” Y/N’s mother said with a nervous smile as she signaled the servers, “Why don’t we bring out the food?”

“Sounds good, but if you don’t mind, lunch will be on me,” Eren said with a smirk, “I had my chef prepare the food. I don’t want to take what food you have from you all. Depending on how this meeting goes, you will need it more than me. What do you think, Y/N?”

Y/N looked into the man’s green eyes with confusion. She looked at her father, who was sporting a scowl, then to the knights behind Eren. Each knight had a hand wrapped around the hilt of their swords. They were waiting for one of them to break, to slight their king…

“U-Um I think that would be lovely!” Y/N said with a nervous smile, glancing at her father, “W-We should accept his highness’ generous offer.”

“Wonderful!” Eren said. With a snap of his fingers, the doors opened once again to reveal Eldian servants carrying trays of food to the table. Eren smirked at everyone at the table. They were practically drooling at the sight of the food. Well, almost everyone. Robert, Elise, and Y/N’s faces remained neutral.

“Enjoy,” Eren said as he began to serve himself a plateful of food. He almost burst out laughing at the sight of Roberts advisors fitting as much food as they could on their plates. He looked at Y/N and noticed that she hadn’t put much on her plate, eating small bites of food.

“Are you not hungry?” He asked with a quirked brow, “I figured something like this would be a joy for the royal family.”

“I am hungry,” Y/N said as she stared at her plate, “But I don’t want to get myself sick from eating too much. Plus, there are people in my kingdom who probably need this food more than me.”

“Well, I didn’t have this food made for the people of Marley,” Eren chuckled, “Let’s see how this meeting turns out before I decide whether or not to feed the people of your kingdom.”

Y/N stiffened at his words. She knew this meeting was meant to make amends, but he sounded so…cruel.

After a few minutes of eating in silence, Eren spoke, “So shall we begin our meeting?”

“Of course,” Y/N’s father said.

“So, if I agree to this arrangement,” Eren said, “what do you expect to get out of it?”

“We just want the trade through Marley to open up again,” Robert said, “We are in dire need of food and supplies. Because of what we did, we lost the trust of all the kingdoms. I promise that I shall never deal with Zeke ever again. I hope that this marriage will show our neighboring kingdoms that we realize our mistake and are working to reform ourselves.”

“Wait, excuse me,” Y/N interrupted, “Marriage?”

“You didn’t tell her?” Eren asked.

“I-I-”

“Father, what is this about?”

“We are discussing whether or not I will marry you,” Eren said with a smirk, “Depends on what agreements we come to. Now then, Robert, you have stated your terms. I will now state mine.”

“Go on,” the king said.

“If I marry Y/N, I will open up the trade routes to Marley. What I want from you is Marley.”

“Excuse me?” Robert exclaimed.

“Let me finish,” Eren scowled, “I will allow you to remain in your positions as ‘king’ and ‘queen’. Your monarchy can continue, but I will be the one ruling Marley from Eldia. Well, more like keeping an eye on Marley. If there is anything I need from Marley, you will allow me to have it no matter what. If I request your military, I command it, not you. If you wish to make a new law, you will notify me. If you wish to conquer land or another kingdom, you are free to do so, but it will be mine. And don’t think you can get away with anything. I will have some of my men stationed here to keep an eye on things. If you retaliate, you will be obliterated. How does that sound?”

“That is not a fair negotiation!” one of Robert’s advisors exclaimed, “You are planning on taking over Marley!”

“If I wanted to take over Marley, I would have already done so,” Eren said, “You can either agree and be prosperous again, or disagree and go extinct. Honestly, I think this is a good deal I just gave you. I mean come on! Do you really expect me to just believe that you won’t help Zeke in the future? I’m being nice here and letting you keep your positions. Y/N, what do you think? You’re getting roped into the mess just as much as me. Do you want your baby brother to grow up in a dying kingdom?”

“W-Well no…” Y/N stuttered, looking at her parents, “I mean, y-you all did help Zeke try to overthrow Grisha and Carla. T-They died…”

‘So did you, Princess…’ Eren said in the back of his mind.

“His majesty c-could’ve come for us whenever, but he didn’t. And he’s here now giving us a chance. The terms are a bit much, but we’ve lost the trust of everyone around us. This is how we earn it back,” Y/N said. She turned to Eren, “I, Princess Y/N Y/L/N of Marley, accept your terms of marriage.”

Eren smirked, “Wonderful. Armin, the marriage papers.”

The blonde man pulled out a stack of marriage forms and handed them to his king along with a pen. Eren flipped through the papers and signed his name.

“Y/N!” Robert said as Eren slid the papers and pen to her, “Are you sure you want to go through with this?”

Y/N looked at her father, “I know his terms do not seem ideal, but it’s a start. This is happening because of your actions. I don’t want our kingdom to suffer any more than it has.”

Y/N looked down at the space where she was to sign her name. This was the last time she will ever use her surname. After this, she will be Y/N Yeager, Queen of Eldia, not Y/N Y/L/N, princess of Marley. She took a breath, and put the pen to the paper, writing her name. It was done.

“Alright then,” Eren sighed, “I’m married now. Y/N go grab whatever you need and say goodbye. We are leaving.”

“What?” Elise exclaimed, “You should stay a night or two.”

“Sorry, Mother,” Eren smirked, “I have a kingdom to run and a stray brother to catch. I’m a busy man.”

“I-It’s alright mother,” Y/N said, “I’ll go grab some things and say goodbye to Georgie. I’ll come back to say goodbye to you two.”

“Jean,” Eren said to one of his knights, “Go with my wife to help her carry her luggage.”

“Of course, your majesty,” the night replied and followed Y/N to her room.

“Don’t pack too much your highness,” Jean said, “His majesty will provide you with everything you need.”

“Oh, of course,” Y/N said.

When they arrived in her room, Y/N took out a single trunk. She began to fill it with her favorite books, her notebooks and pencils, her undergarments, some flower pots, and her packets of flower seeds.

“Flower seeds?” the knight questioned.

Y/N looked up at the man with a small smile, “I like to garden. It’s one of my favorite hobbies.”

The knight nodded as he watched her grab a few more small items from around her room. When she finished, she closed the trunk.

“Alright,” she said, “I’m going to say goodbye to my brother. Would you mind taking that down to the carriage?”

“Of course,” Jean said with a bow.

“Thank you, Jean!” Y/N smiled as she walked out of the room. Jean watched her leave, confusion written all over his face.

“Why is she so cheerful?” he muttered to himself, “She literally signed her life away…”

 After comforting and promising her brother that she would come back to visit and a teary goodbye with her ladies in waiting, Y/N returned to the throne room.

“Please be safe on your journey, my love!” her mother said with tears streaming down her cheeks, pulling her daughter into a tight hug.

“I will, mother,” Y/N said, “I love you!”

“I love you too my precious Lily!”

Eren stiffened at the nickname. His anger towards the royal family of Marley rose.

“Come and visit us,” her father said, planting a kiss on her forehead, “We will miss you.”

“I promise I’ll come and visit,” Y/N said, “I’ll miss you guys so much!”

“Armin, please escort your Queen to the carriage and prepare to depart,” Eren said, “I need to have a word with King Robert.”

“This way your majesty,” Armin said, leading Y/N out of the throne room to the carriage outside the castle. The king and queen waved to their daughter with smiles on their faces, but once the doors closed, leaving them with Eren and his knights, the mood in the air shifted.

Robert turned to Eren, “If you hurt her-”

“Oh please!” Eren laughed, “I’m not that cruel. I’m not going to beat my wife. But if you two don’t behave, there will be consequences. Now, I would like for you to summon your generals who all took part in helping Zeke. I have something I would like to say to them.”

The king sighed and called for his generals to join them. When they all arrived, Eren called for those who participated in the coup to step forward. Five stepped forward.

“Gentlemen,” Eren said, walking in front of the men, “one year ago you committed an unspeakable crime. You helped Zeke Yeager take the throne and, in the process, allowed him to murder my parents. Because of your stupidity, Eldia had lost two of its greatest rulers. If it weren’t for my father’s kindness to me, I would have slaughtered your precious royal family the next morning and widowed your wives. But I decided to let your royals live in exchange for marrying their daughter and your kingdom…as well as postpone widowing your wives.”

“P-Postpone?” one of the generals asked.

Eren looked at the man and immediately recognized him.

“I remember you,” Eren hissed, “You were there when Zeke slaughtered my parents right in front of me. You laughed at my tears, my agony. You will make a perfect first example.”

“Eren,” Robert begged, “Please don’t!”

“This is my final request, Robert. If you want this arrangement to work, I suggest you keep your mouth shut,” Eren smirked, “You have plenty more generals to replace these pigs.”

Finally understanding what was going to happen, the five generals reached to grab their swords to defend themselves only to find themselves choking on their blood a second later. No one saw it coming. Eren and his knights had slit the throats of the generals before they could unsheathe their swords. One by one the generals fell over; hands clutching their throats to try and stop the blood pouring from them. All that could be heard in the room was choked gurgling.

Eren chuckled as he wiped the blood off his sword with a cloth, “I hope this serves as a reminder to not cross me. Now if you will excuse me, I must bring my wife home.”

“Expect the trade routes to open by the end of the week,” Eren said as he walked towards the exit of the throne room, flanked by his knights, “I hope to hear some good reports about how Marley is fairing. And don’t worry about Y/N,” he said, tilting his head back to look at the king and queen with a smirk, “Hopefully by the time we visit, you will have a grandchild!”

 “Alright!” Eren said to his travel party, “Armin, you and the rest of the party take Y/N back home.”

“What about you?” his friend asked.

“Captain Levi received word that there is a camp full of Zeke’s followers in North East. We are going to investigate.” Eren said.

Armin knew what he meant. By investigate, he meant eradicate.

“Be ready to depart in a few minutes, I am going to say goodbye to my wife…”

Eren approached the carriage that Y/N was in, “Y/N, Armin is going to take you back to Eldia. I will return later tonight.”

“Oh,” Y/N said, “You aren’t coming?”

“Found some of Zeke’s followers so we are going to investigate.”

“Okay. What did you speak to my parents about?”

“Oh, just how to best approach opening the trade routes. Boring shit.”

“Thank you,” Y/N said, “For doing this with us. I am really sorry about your parents.”

“Sure, you are,” Eren said with a snort, patting her cheek, “I’m leaving.”

Y/N was about to ask him what he meant by that, but he shut the carriage door and started giving orders. The next thing she knew, she was on her way to her new home. The journey from Marley to Eldia was a long one, so Y/N closed her eyes and imagined what her life in Eldia would look like.

 “Welcome, your highness to Eldia,” Armin said as he helped Y/N out of the carriage when they arrived at the castle, “I will show you to your chambers. There you will meet your ladies in waiting.”

Y/N nodded and followed the advisor throughout the castle to her room. The room was beautiful. The walls were painted a beautiful sky blue with white floral patterns with matching blue furniture. The ceiling was gilded with gold as well as gold accents on the furniture. What Y/N really liked was the giant canopy bed with sky blue curtains.

“Do you like it?” Armin asked.

“It’s beautiful!” Y/N breathed.

There was a knock on the door and three maids came in.

“Ah, your majesty, these lovely ladies will be your ladies in waiting. This is Annie, Historia, and Ymir. If you need anything, call them. I must be going. I have some things to attend to. Your stuff has already been brought up.”

“Alright,” Y/N said, sending the advisor a smile, “Thank you, Armin.”

“I hope you settle in alright, your highness,” Armin said and left, leaving Y/N with her ladies in waiting.

“Welcome, your majesty!” the blonde girl, Historia, said with a smile.

“Thank you!” Y/N smiled.

“So did he threaten your parents or something?” Ymir blurted, earning a glare from the short girl.

“Well, I guess it was kind of a threat,” Y/N said, “He’s basically going to keep an eye on Marley and anything my parents want to do has to be run by him.”

“So, if I am correct your highness, he has control over Marley,” Annie concluded.

Y/N gave out a sigh as she nodded her head, “Basically. But I understand where he is coming from. My parents betrayed King Grisha and Queen Carla. If only I had known Zeke was with us, I could have prevented it.”

“Yeah, well it happened and now he’s obsessed with revenge,” Ymir huffed.

“Ymir, compose yourself!” Historia said. She turned to Y/N with a smile, “King Eren is a benevolent ruler. His majesty cares deeply for his subjects and their safety. But he does have a temper. While he cares for his people, he is a raging beast hunting for his brother. He doesn’t trust anyone outside of Eldia.”

“I understand,” Y/N said, “I will work hard to become someone he can trust.”

“You will have to work extra hard, your majesty,” Annie said, “Because of what your family did, I doubt he will be anything but amicable with you.”

“He’s actually been distant,” Y/N sighed, “Not exactly amicable.”

“Because he definitely doesn’t trust you,” Ymir said, “He married you to keep you and your family in check. I doubt this marriage will be anything but a contract.”

“But it could turn into something more!” Historia said, “Just be kind to him. Show him you regret what happened and that you’re willing to do anything to make it up to him.”

“But I didn’t know Zeke was hiding in Marley!” Y/N exclaimed, “My parents even hid him from me. They were going to make me marry him when he took the throne! If I had known my parents were hiding Zeke, I would have said something! I would have never married him. My heart belonged to Eren the moment I met him eight years ago.”

“You mean that you had no part in helping Zeke?” Historia asked.

“None!”

“My gods,” Ymir said, “You need to tell him when he gets back. He felt that you betrayed him.”

“Of course!” Y/N said, “I will tell him tonight.”

“Good!” Historia smiled, “Dinner will be ready in a short while, shall I bring it to your room?”

“That would be perfect, thank you,” Y/N smiled.

When the maids left, Y/N paced around the room, trying to think of how to talk to Eren about what happened between Zeke and her family…

 “AHHH!”

Eren smiled a malicious smile as he drove his sword into the chest of one of Zeke’s followers. Just like Captain Levi said, there was a camp full of Zeke’s followers. Eren and his knights rushed in and took Zeke’s men by surprise, letting no man escape from their swords. The king and his knights made quick work with the camp.

“One’s escaped!” Connie shouted, “He’s heading deep into the woods.”

Eren let out a laugh that sent shivers down Connie’s spine, “How did he know that chasing down traitors is one of my favorite games!”

Before anyone could say anything, their king jumped onto his horse and was gone chasing after the man.

“Come on!” Levi shouted, jumping onto his horse and racing after Eren, followed by the other knights. When they finally caught up, the sight before them was one they have seen before, but what shocked them was the crazed smile on their king’s face, green eyes burning with insanity. He was running around the poor man on his horse, swinging his sword at him while the man tried his best to defend himself with his sword, laughing at the man’s poor attempts to hit him. The man was tiring quickly, screaming in pain as Eren slashed and stabbed his body with his sword.

“Captain…” Connie said, “He’s slipped into that headspace again. H-He’s…”

“Playing with him,” Levi said, “I know.”

“Gods,” Reiner muttered, “It’s like he gets more insane every time we fight these guys…”

“Captain, just end it,” Jean said.

Levi sighed, pulling out his musket and cocking it. He carefully aimed at the man, waiting for Eren’s horse to get out of way. Once he had a clear shot of the man’s head, he pulled the trigger, the sound of the crack echoing through the trees. Eren stopped his horse when he felt something splash against his cheek. He looked down at the man who had a hole in his head then noticed that his uniform was coated in blood.

“Eren!”

The king looked up to see the captain riding up to him.

“You went there again,” Levi said.

Eren sighed, “Was it bad?”

“You treated him like a rabbit getting chased by a wolf. You were playing with him,” Jean said, “Same as last time except…”

“You were thoroughly enjoying it,” Connie said, “You had this creepy smile and were laughing.”

“Sorry, you guys had to see that,” Eren said, “I don’t know why it’s happening so much.”

“My guess is Zeke is messing with your mind. You’re so focused on getting him, you’re letting your anger and thirst for revenge get the best of you,” Reiner said.

“Well did anyone get any information off them?” Eren asked.

“Weren’t able to,” Connie said, “Our king was too bloodthirsty to even think about interrogating them.”

“Shit!” Eren hissed.

“Come on brats,” Levi said, “Let’s head back home. Eren, you have a wife to tend to now.”

“Oh yeah,” he hummed as they rode towards Eldia, “I forgot that happened.”

 It was late and Eren had not returned. Y/N figured he would be too tired to have time for her so she put out her candles and snuggled under the covers to sleep, letting the darkness consume her. She wasn’t sure how long she was asleep, but she awoke from her slumber when the door to her chambers was flung open.

“You up?”

“Eren,” she said, pulling the covers off her and sitting up to face him, “I wanted to talk to you.”

“Just shut up,” he growled.

She felt his rough hands find her shoulders and let out an ‘oof’ when he pushed her back to the bed. Her heart rate picked up when he pushed her nightgown up to her stomach and pulled her underwear down her legs.

“W-Wait, Eren-”

“Stay there and don’t speak.”

“B-But-”

“I am not here to talk with you,” he hissed as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, “Just be quiet and take my seed like the good wife you are.”

Y/N let out a gasp when she felt his hand rub against her clit, collecting the slick that formed onto his fingers. She bucked her hips into his hand, asking for more friction.

“Stay fucking still,” he said sternly as he rubbed his slick covered hand along his dick, “This is not for your pleasure, you understand? I am going to fill you up, so you better get fucking pregnant. Do you understand? That’s all you’re here for. To help me keep your traitorous family in check and to bear my heirs.”

Not even waiting for her to respond, Eren lined his cock up with her entrance and filled her up in one thrust. Y/N let out a sob of pain. She thought their first night together would have been something else. She thought that it would be romantic. That Eren would take care of her throughout the entire thing since it was her first time. Not only did it hurt that he entered her when she wasn’t prepared enough, the words he had told her hurt more. She was only here to make sure that her parents behave and to be bred. What Eren had basically told her was that he hated her.

Y/N bit down on her lip hard to keep her cries down when he suddenly started to thrust in and out of her. He was rough. Too rough for her. Y/N closed her eyes, letting the tears run down the sides of her face, trying to focus on anything other than the pain burning in between her thighs. That’s when she smelled it. Blood. On Eren. The smell almost made her gag. There was so much of it.

“It’s not mine,” Eren panted as if reading her mind. He sped up his pace as he got closer to his high. His grip on her hips tightened so much that she wanted to tell him to stop, that he was hurting her. But she didn’t. She didn’t want to make him angry. She just needed to be quiet like he told her to and take everything he gave. With a groan, Eren roughly snapped his hips against hers, stilling against her. He moaned as he released himself inside of her. Y/N was too numb from the pain to notice anything, staring off into the darkness of the room. After a couple of minutes, Eren pulled out of her and stuffed himself back into his pants.

“Good job, my wife,” he chuckled, “We will do this every day until you are pregnant. Now go to sleep.”

With that, he left, closing the door behind him. Y/N just laid there, silently crying herself to sleep as his semen dribbled down her legs.

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Woo! Chapter 2 done! I hope you all enjoyed it! Let me know what y’all think!