#you didn't specify who so I just did everyone lol

[ask-copsworld]

hows evryone doi n g!!!!!!!!! yeah!!! thats the question

Laurel: Pft- I'm doing well, thanks!

Mark: As am I.

Jon: Us too! Well, me and Todd, I mean-

Todd: Ja.

Eduardo: I'm doing pretty good as well

--

Edd: Good, I'm just a little tired.

Tom: I'm fine, I guess?

Matt: Oh, and I'm good, too!

--

Tord: Uhm... I'm ok, I guess?

[welcometoteyvat]

co-op is crazy bc in the same co op session you can immediately click with someone and then find out the other rando who joined might be a racist

[kalims]

Hi, there! :D

I don't know if my request will be taken into account but you mentioned that it's okay to try.

I am not throwin' away my shot >:D (sorry my indoor theater kid comes out from time to time)

Type: Headcanons

Reader: Neutral

Scenary: The NCR boys see that a student from Noble Bell College or RSA who has been trying to flirt with the prefect, in a bold move steals the prefect's (first) kiss. How would they react and what would they feel?

I feel like it would be a rollercoaster of occurrences and complete chaos in NCR xD

If my request does not convince you, you can discard it without problems, but if not, take your time and without pressure, thank you 💐🌼✨👍✍️I love your TWST fics they always make me smile .

whisk away

premise. despite your many efforts of evading your seeming admirer, they remain persistent in their pursuit. you've considered just leaving them in the dust without an explanation whatsoever but you're too stunned to process the fact that they've just kissed you without a warning. next thing you know there's a murderous aura approaching.

characters. silver, jade, deuce, kalim, vil

note. you didn't really specify which characters jhshs so I took the liberty of scouring your blog and just put the ones you seem to like ^^ and I kid you not, used a wheel for the other 2 lol (so sorry, was gonna post this earlier but got busy since presentations came up so I only finished now.)

silver

has a mixture of shock and anger. which is mostly for your sake honestly, he wasn't gonna intervene cause he felt like you would wanna deal with it on your own so he feels the absolute mortification slipping into his bones. if he wasn't fully awake, then he definitely is now!

fully ready to talk some sense into that idiot who has no sense of space, hello?

last time he knew, you weren't really dating anyone. silver would know if you did, cause you both talk practically everyday and a lover would be something he should be aware of... unless you didn't talk? I mean, who else would just kiss you like that?

someone unpleasant. he decides. one look at your face and he knows immediately that it wasn't something you expected as well.

just pulls up with a rare look of anger directed to the student, brows furrowed, shoulders tense and all. everyone's used to the serene, calm look on his features so seeing him look so different probably put off said student so they scampered after a promise made by silver if they dared to stick around.

"leave, or find out what happens if you don't."

gone is the anger *poof* and is fretting over you now. are you okay? do you want him to knock some sense into that idiot? literally tell him anything, order him to do anything, and he'll do it (within reason) my guy is just here for your sake tbh.

kinda gloomy cause damn, that was your first? he wanted both of yours to be first and some grade a hole just decided to shatter all that. it makes him all the more irritated so if he can't have your first kiss, he'll just take your second, and every single other kiss you'll give.

jade

take the murderous aura and multiply it tenfold!!

jade doesn't really need to reach you and make his presence known by a few words cause it seems like everyone but you within 10 feet radius of him is sensing the murderous aura he's emitting. if it's not feeling that, then it's seeing the eery dark smile present on his face.

and he seems to be having a death march towards a specific direction so everybody knows where to avoid atleast. cause it seems like anyone on his path is gonna get trampled and no one likes a messy hall.

student in front of you pales, deluding themselves that maybe he's just heading somewhere behind them to vent out that rage or something but they glance behind and almost piss their pants when there is in fact, no one present near anywhere and he's getting closer.

so... they wanted to live so they just bolted out. an experience with one of the tweels won't be good news, and if jade is the one who has them in his sights... they'll take the head start thank you very much.

with the students face memorized and tucked into a corner of his mind he smiles almost innocently at you when you spot him and strike the most casual of conversation.

well, that's under the guise atleast. he's shooting you subtle questions about that person to which you reply innocently. oblivious to the grave you're digging for them yourself.

oddly enough jade started being strangely affectionate, a hand on the small of your back, maybe on your shoulder, arm, or a pat on your head as gratitude. but he seems to like kissing the back of your hand a lot...

*turns his head in their direction after kissing your hand*

deuce

I'll be perfectly honest. he doesn't really have much of an impact in terms of the intense aura that should have been felt. he looks a normal degree of angry, that's why the person hasn't gotten chased off even with the clear signs that deuce will be swinging a fist at probes.

unfortunate that's exactly what the person does. despite your clear reaction of disgust they still use you to rile up deuce. cooing at him while reaching for you, and chuckling about how they didn’t even know him, nor is it any of his business to interfere between two... lovers?

oh so they wanted to impact? they're gonna get one right now 👊 since it seems like they want to get to know him so bad they can get well acquainted with his fists, you know?

he made a promise to himself not to get involved with these type of mishaps! or at the very least resort to more peaceful methods than using violence as a sort of communication. the guilt eats him up a little but he thinks he'd never stand for someone who would disrespect you so blatantly!

almost comically, he looks like he spouts a pair of ears that of a dog's and turns to you. looking more apologetic compared to the fiery look he had a second ago, if he had a tail it would be tucked between his legs out of shame or something.

"I'm really sorry," he says. sulking. deuce apologizes to you, not for his choice of knocking out this random in the middle of the street but because of the fact that he did it in front of you. (also he's kinda jealous...)

if asked, he can, and WILL do it again.

don't blame him though! discreetly whisks you away to grab a bite. having literally no regards to the body looking like it's soul got knocked out laying, and looking out of place on the ground. maybe someone will check on them but definitely not him, they deserve it!

kalim

gasps loudly. "noooo!"

which is like a public proclamation that seeing that did everything but please him. which also means he's basically admitting he's jealous in an indirect way, might as well just say he likes you or something (he probably will if asked because he thinks it's nothing worthy of hiding.)

bounds up to you asking who that is quite loudly to the point where it would seem like he just stumbled upon you cheating on him. it doesn't help that he actually looks sad, teary and all. jamil is off, having paused in his trail since he was previously chasing the boy who ran off.

now he isn’t sure if he wants to get involved now. this is so embarrassing.

lowkey other student would just look back and forth to you, then to kalim. the latter in question unintentionally ignored his existence to be honest, since he was too busy shaking your shoulders and probing the answer of you.

"why would you kiss a stranger...?" he trails off, you did answer. kalim is genuinely wondering to himself if it was that easy cause damn, he scratches his head. that made no sense (says the guy who is making no sense.)

he makes it so obvious that he's pondering with the finger under his chin, eyes lost pointed at the air and the unnecessary loud humming... at this point the atmosphere became more awkward because you and the student is staring at him in bewilderment.

drag him off please, and explain it to him elsewhere. public is NOT a good place. so instead of him saving you out of a situation like this, you save him? talk about being built different...

vil

what in the sevens... he surely hopes his eyes are working correctly lest he needs contact lens, or glasses for that matter. either way he'll positively be as beautiful as he ever was.

although he's very pleased that someone notices the extent of your beauty, there are... other ways to express fondness admiration for you, and vil just can't respect someone who doesn't seem to have any shame for themselves for pressing on boundaries.

so this... fool clearly is a mere taint on your image!!! rid of them immediately! you needn't dirty your pretty mouth, rook does love cleansing the world of dirt like them so it's for the better good if they just never dare to appear to your face ever again.

what better way to hurt someone than aim for their pride? *trash talks so good about their attitude that they actually be pondering their life choices*

don't get him wrong. he doesn't like them, like at all. vil can full well do more damage by nit picking details about them they probably aren't even aware of but he'd never willingly give another person a reason to be insecure about themselves, even if they did terrible things.

plus, there's better ways to teach someone a lesson. they'll learn.

who wouldn’t be scared of an angry vil? they scampered away pretty quickly from a few words, even quicker when he mentioned rook but it's their problem to be paranoid whether the hunter is following them or not to be honest.

frets over you right after. living the dream.

[maythearo]

I kinda accidentally been away :(

When I take a hiatus you'll see I don't announce it beforehand because it usually just happens instead of being a planned thing, so I apologize if I made people worry about me (again) but I'm doing fine! A plethora of things happened in the time being, and I feel like it's relevant to mention them here for some clarity. (I didn't intend to make this post so long, I'll crop here so it's easier to navigate)

First I feel like I have been falling out of love with art as a whole. My interest in a lot of stuff has been fading away, I haven't been keeping up with twst for one, and since a lot of my inspiration comes from the stuff I'm hyperfixating on I barely have been creating anything. My uni assigments so far were uninspired at best lol it sucks my mood relies so much on art and vice versa. The only times I feel actual joy is when I'm hanging out with my friends every now and then, I'm mostly alone through the rest of the week.

And it's with this habit of going out that I fluctuated towards using less social media. I don't think I ever liked having a presence online, and that's something I've been doing since highschool for no reason that matters to me anymore. Just quitting isn't something I can do because first, I think it's important getting my news from it; and second, I still want to do commissions, and I'm aiming to turn my socials into something more professional in the near future, rather than the life diary that I had a tendency of building them as. Of course there's nothing wrong with making socials a personal thing, it's just not my style, and with my anxiety of being perceived I realized I can only handle so much of it lol

I also had some personal losses, and it feels like a lot of people around me were having a hard time with theirs coincidentally, so that made me kinda sad too. I won't specify much but I think that's worth mentioning.

The tldr is that I'm lost, I don't know how I got here, and I feel like it only gets worse the longer I stand around doing nothing but I prefer to think that sometimes things get worse before they get better, I know they will get better.

I'm writing all of this from the perspective of how I feel at the moment, the conclusions I'm taking with this kinda depressive state of mind, so I imagine things can still change once I begin to feel brighter again, who knows.

Thank you for everyone who left kind messages on my askbox after all this time, idk if I can reply to all individually but I did read them and I appreciate them very much! I hope everyone is doing well too and staying safe.

And on a side note I'm sorry to the people who asked other things related to my art/blog way before I took this break, I wanted to answer them in a fun way but they've gathered too much dust by now and my inspiration is long gone. I think I'll be cleaning up my askbox since the longer I leave it unnatended the more overwhelmed it makes me feel 😥 I messed it up this time I admit, I apologize again to everyone I kept waiting.

I have a few old drawings I haven't shared here yet, maybe I'll post them if I manage to remember it :)

[gyusimp]

hiii,

first of all I LOVE your work and your writing, it’s incredible how you capture your writing and I find your gyutaro fics to be very spicy yet creative.

I would love if you could make a college fic (or a high school fic, which ever one your comfortable with) where the reader is a shy, nerdy girl who has volunteered to work at the library during summer break at night time. As they’re working they bend over to fix the printer and get stuck or they ask gyutaro to hold some cords so they can reach into the printer to fix something inside the cabinet.

anyways use your imagination I know you wont let me down <3

°•Library nights with Gyutaro•° (Nsfw)

Thank you so much sweet little anon! I'm glad you like my horny nonsense lol. You said you liked spicy so I took the liberty of making your request NSFW since you didn't specify, but if you had something fluff and SFW in mind please don't hesitate to tell me and I'll rewrite a version for everyone, ok? 🍬

⚠️WARNINGS: NSFW content | Smut content | Kimetsu Gakuen AU but both are adults for some reason | MINORS DNI!

Art credits: @ bluethebone on IG

Summer vacation was just around the corner at Kimetsu Gakuen. Some teachers would take turns to rest and to work on planning their classes and some projects for when the students had returned, some students would even take turns to support the teachers in their tasks. It was a task that no one wanted to do, besides you, the only ones who accepted were a red-haired boy with flashy earrings, another with long black hair with mint eyes and a little black-haired girl with blue eyes and a soft voice. It wasn't because your greatest desire in life was to help the teachers, you found out that extra points would be given in some subjects and that would help you maintain a good average in your classes as you did until now, besides, your mother was all day at work just like your dad so being at home all day would be quite boring.

That led you to volunteer as an assistant at the school. Principal Amane introduced you to your classmates and assigned each of them a time and place where they would be collaborating. Tanjiro would help with some repairs inside the cafeteria, Muichiro would be in the playground and gym, Makomo would be in Kimetsu Elementary, and you would be in the library. The others seemed to be very nice and they were, they all ate together with you at lunch time and as the days went by you became very close, Tanjiro even brought you all some cookies from his family's bakery. Today you would be on the afternoon shift, after another boy named Murata joined the volunteering later, you would take turns with him to help in the library. The afternoon shift was very quiet, generally you only had to organize books in their areas, clean and keep everything in its place, you even took the liberty of listening to some music on your airphones and reading a book that was of interest to you .

Today you would continue reading that romantic novel you found yesterday but when you arrived your plans changed. You entered the library with your things, it was always empty but today you found someone inside, a student. And not just any student, it was Gyutaro Shabana.

The guy was known as a delinquent within the school, he always spent time in detention or causing problems for students and teachers, especially the art teacher. Despite that, you embarrassingly had to admit that you found him quite attractive despite his reputation and everyone else thinking otherwise so your heart skipped a beat when you found him here and saw how he examined you from head to toe with one look

"H-hello," You barely said, entering and walking towards your spot at the library reception.

The boy didn't respond, he simply continued doing his thing next to a pile of books and sheets on the table, biting a pencil between his crooked teeth. You couldn't stand it, being so close to Shabana made you nervous. You tried to do anything to keep yourself busy but at the same time admire him from a distance. His hunched posture working in the chair, his blue eyes looking down and his thin fingers writing notes in hasty and poorly legible handwriting. The guy had something that made him uniquely attractive, interesting, sexy in your opinion. Doubt gnawed at you to know what he was doing here on vacation, but it wasn't until the next day that you dared to ask him.

"Summer school and shit" he replied.

Gyutaro was very intelligent but very lazy at times so that led him to get unsatisfactory grades and having to attend remedial classes during the vacations. He thought the same thing happened to you but he didn't hesitate to shamelessly mock you when you told him that you helped the school of your own free will. According to him it was the most pathetic decision he had ever seen someone make in their life. His comments were cruel like a joke but you didn't dislike it at all, you usually joke in a similar way with your closest friends so the time you started spending with Gyutaro wasn't anything new or offensive. You spent this entire week talking to him, he told you that he preferred to go to school in the afternoon since in the morning he was in charge of spending time with his sister and preparing lunch for both of them, then his mother would come home after work and she would take care of Ume while he studied here. Well, in theory, Gyutaro ended up procrastinating most of the time in the library after his math classes with Mr. Shinazugawa, on more than one occasion you found him asleep on the table, playing something on his cell phone or worse, watching videos too spicy even if you were around; you had to call his attention after a woman's moan broke out in the middle of the silence of the library when he thought his airphones were connected to his cell phone.

It was Monday again but this week you wouldn't be seeing Gyutaro because Murata would cover the morning shift, your shift was from 7:00 am - 2:00 Gyutaro's classes started at 3:00 pm then one more hour in the library until he got tired and went home so you could only talk to him via text. Yes, you gave him your contact and he gave you his, which is very unusual for him unless he really likes someone but either way neither of you ended up writing anything to the other. Embarrassment consumed you when you opened his chat so you preferred to talk to him until next week in person. Next monday arrived and you were eager to see him, your heart was beating a mile an hour and as soon as you entered you took care of greeting him and sitting next to him at the usual table, that was the same until Wednesday. On Thursday you were planning to do the same but your plans were affected. Mr. Rengoku needed some printed handouts with readings, exercises and questions for his students in the summer school History class, the man arrived with a smile before going home that day and handed you a USB with the document to to print 20 brochures for tomorrow. Each brochure had approximately 12 pages so your entire afternoon had been taken up next to the printer thanks to the young blond man with the loud voice, you got to work so you wouldn't have to stay late.

From time to time Gyutaro would get up from his chair to hover near you and ask you what the hell you were doing, why you were surrounded by sheets, a whole valley of paper around you. You explained as you organized everything on the computer and programmed the 20 copies on the printer. The device was not very recent and you had to monitor each of the sheets that came out so that it worked correctly until the most feared thing happened. The paper jammed. You tried with your life to move and fix it but the damn thing just didn't obey your orders so you swallowed your shame and went to find Gyutaro to give you a hand.  Both of you examined the machine, checking inputs, cables and so on until it made a very strange robotic noise. 

"Some printers open from the back, have you checked there?" Gyutaro asked while checking some cables.

"You're right, not yet." Gyutaro moved the device to give you access to the back, you leaned over the wooden furniture and began to look for a door or removable piece to unclog the paper.

Gyutaro was trying to help you by checking cables and other things until he finally got grumpy and gave up before smashing the printer against the wall. He took a couple steps back and crossed his arms as he watched you, cursing on the other side. His eyes were on the printer but then they went to your hair, to your arms moving repetitively, to your legs and the pressure that your white stockings caused on your thigh fat and then to your skirt, your butt peeking out shamelessly from under it and it seemed like you didn't know it. The movements you made made Gyutaro's mind fly much further, Shabana is an undoubtedly perverted guy and that was not a secret to anyone. A pressure began to build under his pants, colliding with the beige fabric of his uniform, making him walk towards you and was about to grab your waist with both hands, but he was interrupted by your voice.

"I got it!" You said excitedly, after hearing the printer return to work.

You sorted the paper and made sure to count the pages to resume printing, you were about to return to your chair but Gyutaro cornered you against the desk with both arms next to your hips, it made you very nervous seeing him so close.

"Wow, you have very skillful hands..." he said, smiling at you with many hints.

You didn't know what to do, were you imagining everything? Your cheeks burned in a second and something inside you made you play along.

"I know, I know how to do some things."

Gyutaro smiled mischievously at you, looked at you from head to toe and dared to caress your leg, bringing one hand to your butt under your uniform skirt.

"Really? Why don't you show me instead of bragging, huh?" He said, lifting you onto the desk with both hands, positioning himself between your legs.

Something warmed inside you, the speed in your chest made you smile back at him and grab him by the back of his neck to kiss him on the lips as he approached you. Gyutaro kissed you with desperation and inexperience but that didn't mean it didn't feel fucking good, the blue-eyed boy licked every part of your mouth, kissed your neck and left wet, hungry marks on your collarbones while making you choke on moans when he rubbed his member in the middle of your thighs.

"G-Gyutaro...someone could come." You said, trying to push him away and make him see reason.

"Do you think anyone is still here?" He scoffed. "Don't be stupid, that's why teachers offer high scores if you come to volunteer, everyone is at home while the stupid students do the work they should." He huffed between kisses on your neck.

"B-but, what if a student comes?" Your voice sounded worried despite the desire in it.

"Then they will learn not to mess with my woman."

Hearing him say that turned you on so much, you didn't know if it was because Gyutaro was also aroused that he said that but without a doubt that he claimed you as his without giving a damn about the others turned you to a pulp in his arms. 

Gyutaro's hands went to your shirt to get rid of your green tie and open each of your buttons to leave more desperate, wet kisses on your breasts, leaving red marks on your soft skin and shiny trails of his hot saliva, you grabbed his shoulders and you unbuttoned his shirt too to see his torso. He looked like a very thin boy, actually, his waist was quite small but his chest and arms were very strong. You brought both hands to his chest and caressed him sensually, lightly running your nails over him and playing with his nipples while he devoured you with kisses and nibbled you, with his hands never leaving your butt under your skirt for a second, playing with the lace of your panties. You leaned a little to kiss his neck and trapezius, Gyutaro's collarbones were very pronounced and while you licked his skin in the middle of kisses, you moved your hands towards his back to grab his butt and try to put your hands under his pants but he quickly stopped you. He grabbed both your hands tightly and didn't allow you to move forward.

"I thought you wanted me to show you my skills," you told him, mockingly.

"I changed my mind. I'll show you, okay?" He spoke firmly and authoritatively, making your panties wet.

Gyutaro brushed the hair from your neck and kissed your shoulders roughly until he slowly pushed you to lie down on the desk, leaving your legs dangling. Your hands tangled in his greenish curls, you couldn't help but moan at every touch of his long fingers, he lifted your skirt up to the top of your thighs and began to unbutton his belt and pants until he left his naked member exposed. Looking down and noticing how big he was, the blue eyed boy spit into his palm and began pumping his cock so it dripped more between his fingers, eager to fill you completely. Seeing the "V" shaped lines on Gyutaro's abdomen just above his member made you shiver with pleasure, just below his navel you could see a small trail of black hair. You desperately hoped that Gyutaro would take off your panties or you would do it yourself but when you saw his hand reach towards your core and feel his fingers sliding down your slit it was a much bigger relief. Gyutaro was aware of the risk that someone could get in, so he decided to leave your panties in place and just move them to the side with his index finger, watching with desire how wet you were and how you filled his fingers with small, slippery transparent threads.

"I bet you're really tight." He told you, licking his fingers and pulling your panties aside again.

Gyutaro stimulated your hole with his fingers with a couple of movements but when he felt your soft walls taking him warmly, his ambition made him take his cock and insert it directly into you, making you moan loudly, arching your back, instinctively opening your legs wider to receive him. You could feel Gyutaro stretching you, your moans accompanied his gasps and the sound of the printer doing its job, your uniform was a complete hindrance to both of you until you changed positions and Gyutaro put you face down on the desk. He entered you again and gave you a couple of spanks making you gasp his name.

"I love how you beg for me, you nerdy little bitch." He hissed, drunk with pleasure.

Gyutaro's moans were increasing, he took the audacity to lower his hands to your chest and put both hands inside your bra to massage your breasts while he fucked you. Your legs fought to keep you firm but each thrust weakened you more, you felt your clit throb and your hole get wetter and wetter until a lot of wet sounds filled the library, sweat ran under your knees and you felt drops running between your thighs without stopping, you didn't know if they were your juices. You clenched roughly making Gyutaro moan and curse, picking up speed as you were hit by your orgasm, an electrifying and abundant one that left you trembling beneath him, creating a slippery ring around Gyutaro's cock inside your swollen pussy. You were empty-minded, blinded by lust until you suddenly felt empty all of a sudden. You looked back and realized that Gyutaro had cum all over your thighs and part of the desk. So he pulled out of you before his orgasm.

Gyutaro was agitated just like you, his chest rising and falling and his bangs falling messily over his sweaty forehead, the perfect feeling of your tight pussy still had him seeing stars. You composed yourself and organized your panties and uniform, you noticed that even the 20 pamphlets had finished printing so you reluctantly organized them to finish stapling them tomorrow.

Your face began to burn, becoming aware of what had just happened, you didn't know if Gyutaro had done this because he was simply horny or because he actually liked you. It was something that you would analyze with your pillow tonight so you preferred to say goodbye to him briefly.

"See you tomorrow." You said, grabbing your things.

Gyutaro didn't say anything, he left his backpack where it was and began to walk towards you without taking his eyes off you, for a second you thought he was going to kill you until he took you by the waist and gave you a kiss on the lips, slowly and delicious making you melt again.

"We just fucked and that's all you're saying?" He scoffed, making you blush. "I love you as much as I love your pussy, stupid girl. At least say 'thank you' or some shit."

"I-I... me too- i mean...ok."

Gyutaro couldn't help but laugh at your inability to speak and the deep red painting your face, he finds you very adorable. "Next time we can do it completely naked, okay?" Gyutaro said, giving you a small spank.

That night he offered to take you home on his motorcycle.

[babyrdie]

random question but i recently saw some yuri patrochilles…in your opinion what would the genderbend version of them be like?

- 🍓 yes i stole the idea from 🍇 anon

I won't criticize you for stealing the idea from grape anon lol feel free to identify yourself while remaining anon I guess! Also, sorry for taking so long (one week!!) to respond! In my defense, I was dealing with issues that really involved recovering physically, so I thought it would be best to distance myself from social media. You see, in theory I’m STILL distancing myself from the networks, but that is because I’m focusing on other things in life. But well! Now I can respond. To the others who sent me asks and I didn't respond, IT WILL TAKE A LONG TIME! Especially those who asked me questions that involve long explanations.

First of all, some details:

I'm assuming you're referring to the Myth Patrochilles because that's what I assume when someone doesn't specify.

I'm not going to genderbend everyone. I'm going to genderbend the Patrochilles because you asked for it.

When it comes to genderbends, I like to think about how gender affects the character's life, and so maybe this genderbend isn't exactly what you'd want.

Names

I'm going to give names to the genderbend versions because it's easier than saying, for example, female Patroclus. So here we have:

I'll call Achilles Pyrrha because that's his fake female name in Skyros. I had heard that the feminine name for Achilles is Achilleia, but I'll keep Pyrrha;

I'm going to call Patroclus Cleopatra because it's the feminine form of Patroclus and even has the same meaning. Yes, Patroclus and Cleopatra are theoretically the same name. And yes, Phoenix did indeed tell Patroclus the story of a woman in his position and with the same name begging an angry hero to return to war. And yes, Patroclus did indeed repeat Cleopatra;

The other characters keep the same names, as their genders have not been changed.

Appearence

I have an opinion that seems to be unpopular (at least, judging by the fanarts) when it comes to the appearance of genderbend Patrochilles, because I don't think Pyrrha would be extremely feminine. My reasoning: if the male version of Achilles is androgynous, then naturally the female version of him is also androgynous! If a Patrochilles man has Achilles being the one with the most considered feminine appearance, then Patrochilles woman has Pyrrha with the most considered masculine appearance. On the other hand, if Patroclus is typically masculine when it comes to physical appearance, then Cleopatra is physically typically feminine. This, of course, speaking in terms of physical appearance and not the association of certain personality traits with gender roles.

As a result, I imagine Pyrrha as a woman with shoulder-length hair AT MOST, as was more typical for men. On the other hand, Cleopatra has waist-length hair, as was typical for women. Pyrrha also has fewer curves and smaller eyelashes compared to Cleopatra. My Pyrrha's jaw is still well-defined, because my Achilles got that jaw from... Thetis! Who, mind you, is a woman! So, well, I've already drawn women with defined jaws before, I don't need to change Achilles as Pyrrha. And my Thetis is also drawn with few curves and my Achilles' body is based on hers (in terms of shoulder-to-waist proportion. Yes, my Thetis has relatively broad shoulders, I just didn't have the chance to draw it in a way that makes it noticeable), so once again it makes sense that this would be Pyrrha's body type.

I also think Pyrrha would like to wear short tunics (Myceneaen tunics, I mean), while Cleopatra would prefer dresses. I'll keep the height of both. Not only do tall women exist, but Pyrrha is a demigoddess, so she could have simply taken after Thetis (like my Achilles is actually tall because of Thetis). I made Patroclus the same height as Achilles because of the armor, but I'll keep the height the same here because I don't like Patrochilles with height differences (sorry, guys). So yeah, two tall women (1,90).

Prophecy

Realistically speaking, I don't think Pyrrha would be the "child of the prophecy", because, at least from what I understand, the prophecy about Thetis referred not to a child, but to a son. Like, it only works with Achilles, it wouldn't work with Pyrrha. At least, that's how it seems in the translations I've read, I don’t know if it has the same meaning in Greek. Some examples:

Io What! Shall Zeus one day be hurled from his dominion? Prometheus You would rejoice, I think, to see that happen. Io Why not, since it is at the hand of Zeus that I suffer? Prometheus Then you may assure yourself that these things are true. Io By whom shall he be despoiled of the sceptre of his sovereignty? Prometheus By himself and his own empty-headed purposes. Io In what way? Oh tell me, if there be no harm in telling. Prometheus He shall make a marriage that shall one day cause him distress. Io With a divinity or with a mortal? If it may be told, speak out. Prometheus Why ask with whom? I may not speak of this. Io Is it by his consort that he shall be dethroned? Prometheus Yes, since she shall bear a son mightier than his father.

Prometheus Bound, 757-768. Translation by Herbert Weir Smyth.

[...] when Zeus and splendid Poseidon contended for marriage with Thetis, each of them wanting her to be his lovely bride; for desire possessed them. But the immortal minds of the gods did not accomplish that marriage for them, when they heard the divine prophecies. Wise Themis spoke in their midst and said that it was fated that the sea-goddess should bear a princely son, stronger than his father, who would wield another weapon in his hand more powerful than the thunderbolt or the irresistible trident, if she lay with Zeus or one of his brothers. [...]

Ishtmian Ode 8. Translation by Diane Arnson Svarlien.

Afterwards he married Thetis, daughter of Nereus, for whose hand Zeus and Poseidon had been rivals; but when Themis prophesied that the son born of Thetis would be mightier than his father, they withdrew. But some say that when Zeus was bent on gratifying his passion for her, Prometheus declared that the son borne to him by her would be lord of heaven [...]

Library, 3.13.5. Translation by J.G. Frazer.

[Hera's line] "[...] Themis declared to him the whole truth, how that it was thy fate to bear a son mightier than his sire; [...]"

Argonautica, Book 4. Translation by R.C. Seaton.

Therefore, if Achilles were a woman, then she wouldn’t be the son described in the prophecy. Not being the son described in the prophecy, she wouldn’t be destined to be great. Pyrrha, therefore, wouldn’t need to hide, since the Greeks wouldn’t come after her motivated by the prophecy. She also wouldn’t need to choose between Troy and Phthia, since she wouldn’t really be destined to die for glory.

But if Pyrrha isn’t the child, who is? Well, there is a chance that Thetis had another child and that this one was the child of the prophecy, which would perhaps make Pyrrha somewhat neglected (because Thetis would be focused on protecting the son destined to die young). Some traditions indicate that Thetis had other children besides Achilles, but accidentally killed them while trying to immortalize them (I think the earliest record of this is Hesiod), so it's not so fanciful that she had another child. However, I won't consider this idea. Reason: it implies the idea of ​​Thetis possibly being abused again and again and I really don't want to pursue that idea. So the prophecy didn't follow through because Thetis had Pyrrha and tried to immortalize her out of fear of having a mortal daughter, but Peleus accidentally interrupted her and this angered her to the point where she abandoned Phthia and returned to the sea (this version actually happens in the myth, as shown in Book 4 of Argonautica). With Thetis living in the sea, no more children. That's it. The child of the prophecy never existed. There is a version of the myth of when Athena was born that includes Zeus swallowing Metis precisely so that she would not give birth to a son after a daughter, as Gaia had prophesied that the son would surpass him (e.g. in Library 1.3.6). No children were born afterward and the prophecy was averted, so I guess it's a possibility.

Theoretically, Achilles doesn't need to exist for the Greeks to win. Like, yes, he was certainly very important and did a considerable amount of the work, but the prophecy didn't say that Troy would never fall if Achilles didn't agree to participate. One of the prophecies simply said that Achilles would be very strong, while the other said that he would either have glory but an early death in Troy or live a long but obscure life in Phthia. There's no such thing as "if you don't go after Achilles, you'll never conquer Troy”, it's just that it was known that he was very strong, and logically it was concluded that having him in the army was an advantage. So I don't think that the prophesied son not going to Troy necessarily changes the result, although it certainly changes the process. Of course, Pyrrha could still choose to go to Troy. After all, the Amazons helped the Trojans! However, I genuinely don't think she would. I don't imagine Cleopatra being a warrior (I'll explain why), so Pyrrha couldn't take her along and I can't imagine her being willing to abandon Cleopatra in Phthia.

Pre-relationship

I still imagine that Pyrrha would be raised by Chiron. But not by Peleus's wish (as stated in Iphigenia in Aulis), but by Thetis's wish. I still imagine Thetis wanting to keep her daughter alive, even if the daughter isn’t tragically prophesied because... her daughter is still mortal! And while Thetis's logical way of keeping her son alive was to keep him away from the war by hiding him among girls, Thetis's logic in keeping her daughter alive is to ensure that she knows how to defend herself. Basically, if she made her son weave (a typically female activity), then she made her daughter fight (a typically male activity). Therefore, I still imagine that Pyrrha would be an excellent fighter, she just wouldn't be the great child prophesied. It's not like she needed to have a prophecy to be strong, just look at Penthesilea. Penthesilea, by the way, was the one who really put the Greek men to flight in Posthomerica and was only killed by Achilles, who we know was the strongest of them. Before him, no one was able to face her on equal terms. So yes, while I think Pyrrha not being prophesied prevents her from automatically being the strongest of them all, I don't think it would prevent her from being one of the strongest at the very least. This also fits with my idea of ​​Pyrrha being androgynous.

And if Patroclus were a woman, she wouldn't be Helen's suitor, so she wouldn't be forced to go to Troy because of the Oath of Tyndareus. HOWEVER, her killing Clysonimus would be an even more... well, an even more alarming situation. Don't get me wrong, Patroclus killing Clysonimus was already a crime and certainly had a touch of drama in it, but a girl doing it? Well, it's really something. Just think about how, although both Clytemnestra and Aegisthus are reproved for their actions, Aeschylus reinforces how Clytemnestra is "manly" for being the one who carried out the violence while Aegisthus is "effeminate" for being the one who obtained benefits from the violence without actually carrying it out (more specifically, he obtained these benefits through his erotic abilities, which only reinforces this idea). In Lycophron's Alexandra, one of the ways to discredit Achilles is to paint him as effeminate (and therefore not an ideal man), which includes having him willingly pretend to be a girl because he was afraid and consequently fled from the violence (instead of making Thetis the one who was afraid, as is usual). In Epithalamium of Achilles and Deidameia, attributed to Bion of Smyrna, Achilles is presented in a hyperfeminine manner, although here not in a negative sense but in a positive one. And one of the ways to do that is to make him interested in eroticism rather than the glory of war, which includes the idea of ​​violence. So yes, violence was considered a primarily male trait. Cleopatra doing that has a different impact than Patroclus doing that, although neither case is positive. While in The Iliad Patroclus is known for being gentle (one of his epithets is actually gentle), I think Cleopatra would end up being remembered for the idea of ​​being a girl who not only committed violence but committed violence early and towards a boy. That’s not to say she wouldn’t be gentle, just that she wouldn’t be as well known for it as Patroclus is. Because Patroclus's gentleness set him apart from male warrior characters in the same way that Cleopatra's violence (even accidental) sets her apart from ideally non-violent female characters.

By the way...this may be a shocking idea, but I don't think Cleopatra would be the fighting type. Yes, Patroclus is an excellent warrior, but that's because...well, he received a masculine education in Opus and was a therapon to the guy destined to be a great warrior in Phthia. Cleopatra has no reason to be trained in Opus (unlike Pyrrha, who has Thetis) and she also has no real motivation to train in Phthia, since I think she would be a lady-in-waiting and not a therapon. She wasn't raised among the Amazons and she's not a hunter either, after all. However, of course, I think she would still have a strong personality and would be able to deal with Pyrrha's volatile temper and still be wise. It's an essential part of the Patrochilles dynamic that Achilles honors Patroclus as an equal, after all. It has to be the same with Pyrrha and Cleopatra! Furthermore, I think that, more than ever, Cleopatra would have to be particularly intelligent and wise since that would really be her main skill. It's not like a woman being intelligent and/or wise doesn't arouse similar admiration as a man being a good warrior, just look at Penelope, Hecuba, Arete and even female deities like Persephone. Cleopatra is still admirable.

Relationship

Eventually Patroclus is sent to Phthia and here I imagine that more than ever Menoetius was motivated by the fact that he is related to Peleus (I'm going by the version from the Olympian Ode where Menoetius is the son of Aegina, who is Peleus' grandmother). Something like "hey, I know my daughter did some horrible shit, but take care of her! Please? I don't know what would happen if I kept her in Opus" and Peleus is like "okay, man!". Naturally, Pyrrha would also return to Phthia and meet Cleopatra and they would become close. But Cleopatra wouldn’t be a therapon/squire, but one of those trusted lady-in-waiting that princesses and queens usually have.

In Phthia, I imagine Cleopatra would be concerned about her reputation. While Patroclus clearly cares about the consequences of rash actions, Cleopatra worries about the idea of ​​remaining known for the accident with Clysonimus. As said, it's bad enough for Patroclus, but it would be even worse for Cleopatra. Because of this, she would probably try to be an exemplary person in order to overshadow the rumors. The kind of girl seen as ideal: sweet, modest, skillful, hard-working, delicate. And just as Peleus saw Patroclus as an advisor to Achilles, Peleus would see Cleopatra as a way to balance out the way Pyrrha clearly doesn't fit the social mold of femininity. Something like "I gave you a home in Phthia. In return, influence my daughter positively," and so Cleopatra as a lady-in-waiting would be Peleus' choice. It worked in the sense that Pyrrha would no longer be so impulsive, but it didn't work in the sense that it changed who Pyrrha is. Peleus simply learned to accept reality. He still loves his daughter.

As a lady-in-waiting, Cleopatra would have to accompany Pyrrha in her daily activities. She would take advantage of these times to receive the same high-quality education as Pyrrha in things like dancing, weaving, housekeeping (including finances), how to organize events, necessary social skills (e.g. about other kingdoms)... basically, a typical education for a high-class woman. And she would do well in these activities, as she would be putting in immense effort to ensure that Peleus would not regret his decision to help her. She would also have to accompany Pyrrha when she went hunting or training, but she wouldn’t practice together. I imagine that, having become extremely negatively known because of the incident with Clysonimus, Cleopatra would have a tendency to have an aversion to forms of violence. She doesn't mind that Pyrrha enjoys these things, but she isn’t interested in practicing them herself. At most, she would polish the spears for Pyrrha and make sure all the arrows were in the quiver, things like that. Despite not practicing, she would still have some knowledge of hunting and fighting from watching Pyrrha and having her enthusiastically explain things to Cleopatra. Just like in The Iliad, I still think Pyrrha would have taught Cleopatra what she learned about healing from Chiron just as Achilles taught Patroclus.

I think that, like Achilles, Pyrrha would still care a lot about being honest and therefore wouldn't be the type to use clever tricks. Not that she would be dumb, I think she would be as well educated as Achilles is (because no, Achilles isn’t dumb as much as some people think so), she just wouldn't play mind games because Achilles doesn't either. On the other hand, Cleopatra... oh, I think she would be a bit cunning, yes. Her weapon is her intelligence, that's all she has. She doesn't have the option to fight like Patroclus, as already said. So yeah, I think Cleopatra would quickly become very good at dealing with social situations through the knowledge she has because of her education and through calculated behavior.

I also think their romance would have to be more discreet. While romances between men weren't really 100% approved of, they were certainly much more tolerated than romances between women. But considering how little it was expected for women to be interested in women, I don't think it would be hard for them to keep a low profile. Like, yes, they’re close, but that's because they’re friends! You know how women always have secrets together! Stuff like that.

I had other ideas, but they involve Deidamia (who I imagine to be man here) and Neoptolemus/Phyrrus (unlike Achilles, he is literally essential to the destruction of Troy. There's a prophecy about it. He has to exist), but since you asked specifically about Patrochilles I imagine that wouldn't be of interest to you! Anyway, remember that this is all obviously just headcanon and you don't have to think the same way!

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

Something I don't like about a lot of Vox takes I see is that they tend to portray Vox as someone who's unpleasant to work with and has weird ideas about what partnership means when really... he's not? He's not and he doesn't. It's just that two of the most prominent interactions we've seen him have are with Valentino(who is a fucking NIGHTMARE to work with) and Alastor(a man he has undisclosed, deeply emotional history with). But everyone seems to discount his OTHER important relationship: Velvette. Which by all accounts, is INCREDIBLY normal.

Like, yeah, their first interaction opens with her yelling at him, but that's less about Vox himself and more about Valentino. As they keep talking throughout the first bit of the episode, she starts calming down, and they just seem to genuinely get along? She has every right to look upset during Stayed Gone because Vox is being really weird and she's nOT THE ONE WHO ACTIVELY ENCOURAGED HIM TO DO THIS SHIT(staring directly at Val rn), but even then during the meeting after Stayed Gone she does actually. Participate. Unlike s o m e people. Despite being on her phone the whole time(which is literally her job-), she actually pays attention and contributes real ideas! Which tbh she didn't have to do at ALL like she did not have to put up w/ Vox's bs in RKtVS the way she did. There's also their phone call during the overlord meeting which, while I definitely think Vel was playing it up to annoy Carmilla, still sounded like a conversation between two ppl who genuinely like and respect eachother!

No matter what you think their relationship is(romantic, platonic, etc...), Vox and Velvette seem to get along REALLY well(outside of Alastor-related incidents). Like, better than either of them do with literally anybody else in the show. Vox & Val do LIKE eachother, but I find whatever the fuck is going on beneath the after the battles & masterless cattles to be DEEPLY upsetting to think about for too long(ex; any of my other posts abt their relationship), and the only other interactions we've seen either Vox or Vel have are Stayed Gone & Respectless, which are literally just song battles. Both of their only interactions outside of the Vees have been song battles. Aw fuck I'm getting off topic... BACK TO THEIR RELATIONSHIP AS COLLEAGUES- okay uh basically, I don't think they would get along this well if Vox was a terrible person to work with(note I said WORK WITH. Hate that I need to specify this but I don't think Vox is a good person overall, just a good business partner). I think Velvette is generally a good bench mark for both Vox & Valentino's relationships with other characters because she's their equal, their friend, and isn't in a weird toxic relationship with either of them. Their interactions with her provide a window into how they just generally interact with people. And based off of their interactions, Vox seems to be actually pretty decent to work with when he isn't being Actively Provoked for shits and giggles or trying to sooth the tantrum of a man child. Also when he views you as an equal and doesn't own your soul that helps too.

Edit: Hiiiiiiii just here to say that now, in the light of day, I don't really agree with everything I've said in this post? I wrote it at midnight while like half asleep so my ability to consider the fact that. We barely know anything about either Vox or Velvette at this point in time. Was kind of impaired I think. Cuz we really don't. I do stand by everything I said about their relationship to EACHOTHER, and I stand by the idea that we should take that dynamic into consideration for character analysis more often, but everything else I'm a little iffy on and I just woke up like an hour ago so my brains still a little fuzzy & I can't explain exactly WHY I'm iffy on it, but just know that I think the conclusion I drew is a bit of a leap in logic at the very least and I recognize that now lol

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Hope you don't mind my asking but do you mind elaborating on why you don't like Mongie too much? I know all about why everyone dislikes Let's Play itself. There are various videos and post upon post online tearing it to shreds with criticism but I've not heard much about the creator herself like I do Rachel Smythe. Does she also run into the same issues that Rachel does or is her behavior different but equally questionable/annoying?

It's kinda equally questionable, kinda different. They both have the same issues of like, fetishizing youthfulness and creating unhealthy power dynamics. They also haven't done a great job at depicting POC in their comics, you can tell they're written by white women who don't understand other cultures but are trying to make their series more "progressive" by including stand-ins for representation.

That said, considering Let's Play is set in a real world setting, the POC characters (and the casually racist issues in their writing) are a lot more obvious than in LO (where you have to know the context that the neon-colored nymphs are based on POC to really realize that they're lower class POC people who are getting the shit end of the stick from the rich upper class main protagonists).

And I don't even mean in the usual "there aren't any POC in this comic" or "the POC in this comic are stereotypical/poorly written", I mean in the sort of white-victim-complex "I added in other ethnicities and people got mad at me anyways so what more do you want!" kind of way (paired with the "they're poorly written and stereotypical" aspect).

Dean is a good example of the stereotypical designing and writing, IIRC he's a Hispanic man but he's written like some Spanish soap opera character who flirts with every woman he sees and always has rose petals falling around him.

Even in that sentence he says "part Asian" which is weird because he's looking for Marshall who's supposed to be his best friend and it's been established in the comic that Marshall is half-Japanese, but that brings us to the other instance of mongie being casually (if not directly) racist and even more so than with Dean...

Apparently mongie thought it was a good move to say that it was "more inclusive" to make Vikki only vaguely Asian. Which is just... so not true LOL Asia is an entire continent made up of MANY different cultures and ethnicities and so generalizing all of them to just "Asian" is not a great take from someone who's trying to seem "more inclusive".

But of course, when her community called her out on this and asked her to elaborate, she and her mod team basically dug their heels in and made up excuses that made mongie out to be a victim instead of just acknowledging she made an error that didn't connect well with members of her audience.

And theeen in comes mongie ready to torch the place. Note that up until this point, it's basically been her mod team speaking up on her behalf and giving her benefit of the doubt, so when mongie DID get her chance to speak, she jumped right to:

"FINE, SHE'S HALF CHINESE HALF KOREAN THEN, STFU AND STOP ANALYZING ME WHEN I INCLUDE CHARACTERS FROM RACES THAT DON'T ALIGN WITH MY OWN !!!" (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻ is very much the vibe people got from this, understandably so. It's also odd (and extremely privileged) for her to say that she'd "rather focus on a character's personality and not their race" because it's very "I don't see color" which has been proven to be counterintuitive to understanding and celebrating different races.

And then we get a lot of self-victimizing "well I can't win no matter what so you people are ungrateful and actually it's MY feelings that are hurt" excuses:

Again it's weird because she had NO problem specifying that Marshall was half-Japanese and she didn't make him into any sort of weird stereotype like she did with Vikki. So I don't know why she's having such a hard time grasping that being vaguely Asian for Vikki isn't inclusive.

Although, let's be real here, the only reason Marshall is half-Japanese at all is because he's a self-insert of Markiplier, a half-Korean Youtuber who mongie apparently worked for on payroll as a graphic designer prior to Let's Play. Which is just a whole layer of ick that I think surpasses even Rachel Smythe and Mads Mikkelson. Like the Rachel and Mads thing is definitely creepy and weird because she's literally drawn herself - an adult woman nearing her 40's - being swept off her feet by a smoochy-faced Mads. But at least she didn't work for the guy or ever interact with him directly like mongie did with Markiplier. That's a whole separate level of "ew".

That said, mongie continues:

Which is just such a half-assed non-apology. Not "I'm sorry for misrepresenting a culture" or "I'm sorry I didn't do proper research", but "I'm sorry people think I'm being insensitive or that they need specific representation in my work that I'm claiming to be representation to be good". Completely shifting the blame from herself onto her audience for not being happy with the bare minimum that she gave them.

There's more though. Probably one of the worst parts and it's not even her, but one of her mods:

The fact that this is one of mongie's mods telling mongie's audience that her feelings - as a white woman who's just legitimately patronized her audience - are more valid than the people whose feelings were hurt by mongie being so insensitive... it's a real gross move and I can't believe they even pulled that.

Oh, and of course, as people like this tend to do, she goes on about "cancel culture" and how "terrifying" it is to her and then comes up with some imaginary scenario where a kid pays a hitman to kill her ?? as a defense for herself that really just further victimizes herself over her own misled actions ??

And this is something mongie does a lot, at least in this instance - she comes up with justifications for her decisions based on completely imaginary scenarios that she came up with and assumed, rather than just, idk, doing her research and being open to learning new things about cultures she's clearly not educated on. Shit like "well if I do xyz you'll be mad at me anyways so fuck you!"

When in reality? No one would have been mad at her if she didn't have any non-white characters in her comic. Would readers be disappointed? Probably. But - and I can't speak for everybody out there obviously so this is just my opinion - I know I'd much rather representation from someone who wanted to represent my respective groups and identities and put love and effort into it, than get it from someone who was just doing it because they made up a scenario in their head that they would be cancelled for not doing it. No one really has any tangible ground to stand on if they get mad at you for writing a cast of all-white characters you wanted to write, there are plenty of webtoons like that on the platform. We do need more stories that uplift and represent POC voices, but it shouldn't be from white victim complex people who only do it to virtue signal and ensure they don't get "cancelled". You know what WILL get you cancelled? Attempting to write other ethnicities and racial groups purely based on stereotypes for the sake of "representation" and then getting mad when people ask you to be a little more specific than "Asian".

Oh yeah, and then have your mods censor/delete any mentioning of educational resources regarding Asian cultures, and then essentially dox one of your community members by revealing their Twitter to the entire Discord group to boot!

oh boy mongie, if you think THAT'S drama, wait until you see the shit I do here LMAO

[candyskiez]

i would love to hear more of ur thoughts about ???%… specifically surrounding teru cause it’s been on my mind lately

OHOHOHOHO you've awoken the beast. I am so sorry. I will specify. I love Teru. I love Teru so much. This makes it sound like I don't like Teru. I really like Teru. I am writing about ???%'s thoughts. I am studying him under a microscope. None of this is how I personally feel about Teru. Do not kill me. Please do not kill me.

I'm admittedly biased towards plural mob because. System. But I did write this with both plural mob and ???% as the repressed parts of Mob, so feel free to read it as metaphorical or Guy In Mobs Brain.

So. I've been thinking a lot lately about how Teru strangling Mob could've easily been the first time he almost died. Like. I don't think he almost died in that incident when they were kids, and I think Reigen would not be nearly as relaxed on jobs if he thought Mob would die. We've seen how he is when Mob's in any amount of what he considers to be serious danger. So I feel like it's very, very important to remember that when talking about how ???% reacts to Teru. ???% does not react to the literal terrorists as much as he reacts to Teru, because Teru was the first and one of the most personal.

I say most personal because well. For the others it wasn't about him, it was about a goal. Teru was just...fighting him, in Mobs eyes. Teru was operating on his own insecurities. It wasn't some big conflict, it wasn't some epic anime fight, it was just about Teru's insecurities and need for Mob to not be a threat to him and to be Better than everyone else. It was just two kids fighting. I think a lot about why ???% holds onto this so so hard, and a few reasons I think he has are

1. The shit listed above

2. The fact that Mob wasn't doing anything to instigate, was in fact actively asking him to stop, doing ALL the "do not stick out, do no harm" shit that made Mob repress ???% so hard in the first place, and Teru still hurt him. Mob repressed him for no fucking reason because people would still hurt him anyway.

3. This very well could've been one of the few times ???% has came out at all in a long time. I'm not sure how often ???% would've gotten to come out since it seems for a while he just came out when Mob needed it/when Mob wasn't around to stop it. So like. First memory in years and it's this guy strangling you. Would leave a pretty big impression.

4. Teru never actually apologized. Like. WE know he's sorry. But Mob and ???%...didn't? Mob was willing to let it slide. But like...those repressed emotions are gonna go somewhere. Mob might not want to think about it, but that event was traumatic for everyone involved. They almost died and Teru had his entire world view torn apart, got thrown into the SKY, and had to piece everything together lol over again. Like. ???% depending on your view point is Mobs repressed emotions or someone that literally formed to hold his repressed memories (save me plural mob, save me). ???% admits in the manga he doesn't trust anyone. How many times did he feel unsafe around him and wasn't able to do anything, because Mob liked him? Because mob cared about him and knew he changed, so it'd be unfair to bring it up, and besides HES the one who really hurt Teru, so it's fine! It's fine. <- Boy who isn't fine. How much was ???% just waiting for Teru to turn around and attack them again?

5. This also leads into my next thought: lack of agency. Some of these points will be less applicable if you don't view him as plural, but I think some of them still definitely work if you think of him as Mob but to the left: he feels like he didn't get a say in whether not they'd be close with Teru, he feels like Teru just Decided they were friends and didn't even acknowledge what happened and now he can't mention it or ask if he's actually changed or if he's even sorry because then he'll be an asshole so he just HAS to be quiet regardless of how he feels about it. He feels like everyone just decided Teru was SO good now and didn't even ask him how HE felt about it. He feels like Teru's moved on and just FINE, like he didn't almost fucking die. Actually I think almost all of this works if you don't view him as plural. Yippee I'm not accidentally alienating anyone here.

6. No seriously. Teru didn't apologize. Did ???% almost come out a few times at being around Teru. Did Mob get scared by Teru reaching towards him and ???% started to surface. How many times.

Okay okay. Now onto confession arc. I'm thinking about why he acted the way he did and like. He wanted to hurt him so bad. And it's so damn raw. Like. Teru is repeating the lesson Mob taught him, genuinely trying to help, but from ???%'s perspective it feels like a fucking joke. Teru almost killed him. Teru acted not even that different for YEARS, and he gets a slap on the wrist. But ???% messes up once and he's punished, for years? But Teru doesn't even have to apologize? Teru doesn't even have to try to get forgiven? But ???% was dutifully silent for four years. And he's still hated. I feel like that was kind of the point where ???% became WAY more destructive which. Very interesting. He went from "I need to see Tsumobi" to "I want to hurt this person." Also I'm thinking about how strongly he reacted to being told it was for his own good, that Tsumobi shouldn't see him like this, to calm down like. Okay. There's no way he hasn't heard all of that a million times. Like obviously I love it from a plural perspective but I'm gonna go into ???% is an allegory for a sec. Being told that you need to mask for your own good, that they just totally have your best interests at heart and that's why they never want to hear you complain or look upset or even slightly lose control of yourself or act even slightly abnormal. Let alone the fact ???% believes HES the real Shigeo. In his eyes being told to calm down and act like Mob again is being told to stop existing. He's being told to calm down the first time in YEARS he's let any of this out. And like. Tsumobi shouldn't see you like this. In his mind that's being told "Tsumobi shouldn't see YOU. People shouldn't see you. You're not desirable. People don't want to look at you. Just go away. Just be normal. Just be quiet. Calm down. Stop making such a scene. Get a clue." And that's obviously not how Teru meant it and ???% is doing serious damage, but like. He's having a breakdown. He seems calm in the mind scape, but he is Not Fucking Calm. He's having a breakdown. He feels so goddamn rejected by everyone and he's chasing the one good memory he got to make as ???%, not Mob. Which like. God from an autism or a plural perspective hits me so fucking hard. I remember being a kid and clinging on way too hard to my only friend because she didn't mind me acting autistic and getting so so terrified when she started drifting away from me. Watching it just feels like watching kid me panic because the only person who doesn't hate him isn't hanging out with him anymore. Being plural and autistic means this show will kill you. Anyways. What I'm saying is Teru basically took a mallet to every single one of ???%'s buttons and he took that Personally.

I'm gonna can it here because if I don't I'll never shut up. But I love Teru and ???%'s dynamic. So much. I love it. I have so many more thoughts on it, plural and non plural. You have no idea how much it's paining me to can it here. This fucking show, man.

[spookykoolkat]

kinktober | lucifer, my love - e.m.

kinktober day twelve - somnophilia

pairing: eddie munson x plus size!reader

wc: 3.8k ish idk

summary: your boyfriend was rising to fame quickly with you still behind the scenes, by choice, and you were still unsure about him. was he truly the devil your family claimed him to be? should you cast him out and cleanse yourself from his abominable lifestyle? or will you give yourself to him, worship the devil you were taught to hate?

warnings: 18+ ONLY! minors are not welcomed. this kind of got a little away from me heheh sorry! talks of religious trauma, talks of the devil, unprotected sex (p in v), somnophilia, knife play, cutting clothes off, cutting, dirty talk, extreme *to me lol*

not proofread. also very very far behind pls forgive me omg.

reblogs, likes and comments are very very appreciated i love everyone's feedback!!'

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YOU DIDN'T HEAR YOUR BOYFRIEND get home from rehearsals, too late at night for you to be awake to greet him. eddie had been to rehearsals every day for five months, forcing the two of you to rent an apartment in new york, near the studio he went to every day. you didn't know how he did it, seeming superhuman in some aspects.

he was getting ready for his upcoming tour, one that wasn’t going to be too long since he was touring in the UK. even though it was five more months away, you noticed how tired eddie would be. whether it was sound check, rehearsing, eddie having to oversee most things managers would since he was in between. 

you even offered to take that position over, but you weren’t fit for the publicity. you liked being in the shadows, being the girl eddie talked about in interviews but never specified. he let everyone know he was taken, for good, but never said who you were. unfortunately, eddie had insane fans, even occasional groupies you’d try to ignore when you face timed him on the tour bus. 

this time, you were going on tour with him. this was your entrance to the world, and you really didn’t know if you were ready for it. you told eddie you liked being the mystery girl, the one no one fully corrupted with their image of what eddie’s girlfriend would look like. you were safe. and he kept you safe.

many people told you to forget about eddie in the beginning don't act on the man who saw you in a bar and couldn't leave you alone after that. especially when he's got the devil's star on stage with him, a ram's head glittering in silver hints around his neck, the subliminals in his music — your friends and family told you he was lucifer, the devil in disguise, temptation at its finest.

church girl from rural texas, into a city girl that's surrounded by the devil's music. music that tempted, possessed, brought on this earth by the devil himself to spite. your mother forced you to believe, everything that wasn't the way she raised you, was evil. sinisterly waiting to tempt you, to steer you from the path of god almighty, to keep you as a servant to satan himself.

god was testing you, apparently. find the will, find the way.

to the world, had they known you fell in love with a man who covered himself in blood before sets, other than your closest, you'd be tainted by the devil. you worried it'd be bad for his image, but he only said it'd boost it. innocent church girl falling into the well he carved out for you.

but he usually had his ways of comforting you. in every situation, telling you that no one could compare, not even coming close to you. that the only god he worshiped was you, anything coming close to having faith in something. he was devoted to you, and he knew your family. he knew they'd never agree, but he told you it was okay. he'd be your family.

that’s why you never questioned waking up with him inside of you, you never complained in fact you encouraged him. you wanted him to wake you up like that, just so you could give him what he wanted to ease the stress he had lingering. to be as close to him as possible, it’s only something both of you craved. 

he made sure to mark you up in every way he could, and you allowed him to do so. you wanted to see how much he was yours, how much he wanted to be yours and to belong to you - not some other woman who was probably a whole hundred pounds lighter than you. maybe even more.

you didn’t feel the bed dip either, eddie laying beside your practically naked body as the moonlight shone in through the large windows. he couldn’t help himself, not when he has your full consent for him to do as you asked when you were asleep, and ran his warm hand over the curve of your body. 

you were admittedly a heavy sleeper. clapping, slapping, picking your arm up and letting it fall, nothing woke you and eddie even found it a little scary at some points. but, somehow eddie still found himself being gentle. 

maybe you are the devil. lucifer, satan. what if you called to him just enough times? was this because of him?

you were only in your little panties that bit into the fat of your hips, ones you said you were throwing out since you had a hole ripping at the seam and they got a littleee snug on your hips and sex. it only made eddie drool more, they were cutting into the fat of your ass, your hips and creating an indention that eddie teased around. 

instead of sliding them down your legs like a normal person, eddie figured it’d take too much work to work them down your legs. making excuses in his head, he pulled out the pocket knife he always carried in his back pocket. 

these are already tearing, what’s the harm?

you can always buy her new ones, she always liked the comfortable ones. 

she wouldn’t mind? i mean they do look a little uncomfortable. 

devil's son.

just to take the blade, scraping it along your thighs and to your ass cheek and slipping under the fabric to cut through. all he had to do now was shift, rolling you on your back softly as you moaned a little in your sleep. he took the blade again as he sat on his legs between yours, scraping it along your thigh and pulling through the cloth. 

all you had now was your sports bra that was a little too tight just to secure your breasts, and a little voice in his head began to make excuses again as he took the blade and fixed it in your cleavage, cutting through the fabric to expose your nipples. 

eddie loved your breasts. you always talked about a breast lift or a breast reduction, eddie told you he’d have your bras custom made if you really wanted it. eddie told you to let him hold them for a bit to give your back a break, to let him take care of you for a bit. 

anything to keep your breasts just as they were. 

you thought they were saggy, he thought they were full and perfect to shove his face into, to love. it was a bonus that they were all his.  

it was making eddie throb in his pants, against the confines of his underwear just begging to make its way between the lips of your cunt. he figured he’d just slide them down to the muscles of his thighs, and let his cock spring free above you. 

he is evil, dark shadows that swallow you whole, he is that.

the thing is, you were already soaked from making yourself cum not even an hour ago. you were up thinking about eddie again, wishing he could touch you the way you did, thinking about every time he pressed into you to make you cum.  

all eddie had to do was raise your legs, heavy with unconsciousness and spread your glistening cunt. you loved this. he kept reminding himself, remembering the way you begged for him to take you as he pleased, whenever he pleased unless you said so. 

eddie always respected you, and as he stroked his cock and guided it to nudge between the slick lips you broadcasted to him, slipping against your clit and making your eyebrows twitch — he left kisses on your skin, planting them on the chubbiness of your cheeks, down to your neck and over your shoulders as he felt his cock lather in your juices. 

you’re a lucky fucking man. remember that, be grateful for this girl. you’ll never find another like her, and you know that. don’t fuck this up. 

he was trying to find security in you, make you his just as he was yours. 

and the feeling you gave him, the one that made his limbs go numb as he made himself welcome in the warmth of your cunt, no one else would be able to give that to him. 

to the world he was nothing but metal, death, darkness, and impudent. but with you, he was far deviated from corroded coffin. he was yours, you were his reason for being, for loving, and he was unapologetically soft when you wanted it. 

and what you wanted, what you asked for — you got, because you deserve nothing less. 

corrupt her with your love for all things evil, curse her with your desire to destroy, to pleasure, to crave.

thought you were a heavy sleeper, eddie moved his hips slow, softly as he stretched his hole for his liking. he didn’t feel like he needed to get you ready again since you had your cum still on your fingers, but he was rethinking now before he bottomed out completely. 

you believed you were dreaming, a wet dream you came up with in your subconscious that you were hoping was true. it was blurry, but you could feel it. your body was responding to something, and it moved and squirmed as you tried to get more and more. 

until you started to hear yourself whine and moan, no longer feeling like you were asleep, not with heavy pants and winces above you hitting your face. not with feeling cold air hit your freckled areolas, your legs bent to fit another person between them. 

eddie’s thrusts got snappier, his palms resting against the bed on either side of your head, rutting into you like an eager man. you were clenching unknowingly, and as your eyes began to flutter open and mouth began to hang open a little — eddie’s cock throbbed inside of you. 

“e-eddie,” you broke, your voice husky with sleep and confusion. 

“hi baby, i’m – fuck – home, i’m home,” he cracked, and your legs almost opened wider, almost instinctively wrapping around his bare waist. 

your eyes looked between his dark ones and to where you two connected, just to see your bra was cut in the middle and your panties are gone. something twinged inside of you, suddenly everything was achy, like his cock at his slow pace just wasn’t enough. 

is he the devil?

“your knife,” you moaned out as your arms wrapped around his, feeling the heat under your fingertips and grasping at every part of his pale body to feel him with your own hands. 

“i’m sorry about your bra, baby, and your panties. couldn’t fucking help myself,” he growled, still looking you in your eyes, occasionally glancing down at the waterlike movement of your breasts. 

“use it, wanna feel it, your knife,” you said in a haze, not sure if the words you said were the ones you met. 

did you welcome evil to consume you the way he did as he lay above you?

you were half asleep, drunk off of eddie and how delicious the stretch he imposed on you was, and somehow throwing the word knife in the mix felt right. 

eddie sat up on his haunches, still buried in you and you bring your legs to your shoulders, bent at the knee so your feet were grazing against his shoulders. he glanced around the bed and found the black steel blade, grabbing it and guiding the pointy tip of it up your hip and against your thigh. 

“what do you want, baby? i’m sure you don’t want me to hurt you with this, do you?” he asked innocently, except he felt the way your cunt clenched and nearly gushed around his girth. not only did he look between your fluttering hole to your eyes, but he brought the blade right down to the curve of your thick mound. 

you invited it, you felt enveloped by the dark, wanted by the devil, just as you want him.

he was scraping the flat part of the blade against the sparse curls of your sex, watching as your eyes shut and your hips squirmed. your cunt sucked him in like a vice, something he wanted to remember for the rest of his life as your eyes flutter between consciousness. 

the blade traveled to your inner thigh, up the skin and back to your fupa, over the roundness of your belly and to the cups of your breasts. the knife was sharp, eddie could attest to that, but the answer you gave him silently when he asked you what you wanted him to do with the knife was tempting. 

“want me to mark you, baby? make you mine?” he asked and sleepily, you nodded. 

your cunt was producing obscenely wet noises, hearing the air that seeped inside as he thrusted manically. the blade went over your peaked nipples, to the underside of your breast and he decided to trail the blade down your tummy with a little bit of pressure. 

it didn’t take much to see the small break of skin he caused, forming a pink line almost down to your navel. the sting was sharp, as if getting a tattoo, but surface level enough for the blood to dry almost instantly as it formed droplets at the cut. 

“eddie,” you slurred, the air burning its way into the thin line of hurt, making you his. 

“want me to stop, sweetheart? or do you want me to keep making it hurt?” he asked sweetly, almost sinisterly as the blade scraped over your skin. 

if he was the devil, why does it feel so satisfying?

it was painful, the searing burn of the cut down your tummy, but it was almost electrifying as you felt eddie’s cock pump inside of you. 

you’d be terrified if another man took a knife to your body, but eddie — you’d let him do whatever he wanted. 

as your eyes opened again, you grabbed the hand that held the pitch black knife and used your own fingers to position his hand to fit the blade of the knife against your throat. 

“m..m..make me cum,” you hummed, stuttering with submission, letting eddie bring his face closer to yours as his hips punched into yours, chasing something of his own. 

seeing you like this, almost limp in his hold as your eyes fell heavy enough to fail at keeping them open, cockdrunk and trying to keep him all to yourself, it was easy to get to his point of release. 

so with the blade to your neck, his own memory of branding your skin with a cut down your stomach stinging with his love, he lifts himself again to press two calloused fingers onto your nub. eddie uses the slick gathered in a ring around his cock, gushing all around him enough to spread it over your clit in firm circles. 

he watched as the blade pressed into your neck, the way your hips lazily bucked up into his palm as his thrusts got erratic and disorganized — it was sending his cock to throb and jerk inside of you as you felt heat creep down your body and your muscles tense with pleasure. 

it was lust, greed, gluttony — you should feel disgusting. god would never take you as is, god would diminish you to nothing for lying with the devil.

“cum on my cock, sweetheart, let me see – oh fuck – let me see all of it,” he felt your hole squeeze him in response, and made him take the knife from your throat and threw it somewhere on the bed as you started to babble incoherency. 

“g-g-gonna, gonna cum, gonna cum, eddieeee,” it was slurred, soaked in sleep and haze as you tried to come back into full consciousness but your eyes were still heavy, still laced with pleasure, too much to find the strength to keep them open for him. 

but eddie’s eyes were on you as you came around him, milking his cock like your life depended on it, taking all of him in your tiny hole with your legs shaking around him until he gave three last sloppy thrusts inside of you and burst with flames, leaking all of his release inside of your walls. 

the guilt, the religious trauma, it should haunt you, haunt you as the devil would stalk the vulnerable.

his favorite place to be, was inside of you. any time he could, he’d bury himself inside of you until you were crying tears to be fucked. and watching you squeal and squirm for him as you tried to push him off from the pleasure being too much, it made his release snap. the coil broke, and it made his cock twitch inside of you, his cum invading your hole and coating you entirely. 

so after his release burned with warmth inside of you, so comfortable, so homey, he collapsed on your thick body and snuggled his cheek against the stickiness of your breasts from the sweat and took his hand to grope one and stay there. 

“eddie,” you mumbled, voice still raspy with sleep and your orgasm. 

but nothing could haunt you more than the love you have for your lucifer, nothing could be compared to selling your soul to him, for the love you have for your lucifer.

eddie just looked up through his lashes, winced and apologized as he slid out of you to leave you cold and empty. you felt cold all of the sudden, and eddie got up to get a wet rag and cleaned between your legs with no resistance from you, and decided to just lay down next to you as he pulled the sheets over your two bodies. 

eddie wrapped his arm around you as you stilled on your back, your breathing going back to a normal rhythm and your eyes still fluttering open and closed. 

“how was practice?” you mumbled, not capable of correcting yourself. you were so dazed, like you were getting high for the first time again, still very out of your mind. 

“mmm, baby, terrible. terrible practice, but it’s alright. i’m here with you. let’s go back to bed baby, yeah?” eddie dismissed. 

he felt it was too much to say that everybody but him was an idiot. because you’d probably prove him wrong. 

“you cut my clothes off,” you mumbled. 

you didn't mind the work of the devil. he was yours, and only yours after all.

“you can cut mine off too, if you want,” he grinned against your bare shoulder and rubbed your tummy. 

“i’ll remember that.” you slurred, deciding to cuddle back into your boyfriend, grateful you didn’t spend another night alone. 

“i really hope you do.” he whispered and kissed your shoulder, closing his eyes as he felt you shift more into him, getting in your usual position. 

this was all he needed. he didn’t need the fame, the money, the music. he just needed you, and he was planning on trapping you with a ring or a baby soon. very soon. and he knows you’d love it, because you’d be his completely. and that’s all you needed in a world where your boyfriend was the one everyone wanted or hated.

no one understood him, you said. he was too complex for the world to fully grasp other than throwing the theory that he's given himself to be used as a vessel for the devil's work, they said. the scary thing was that you believed the rumors, and you still fell into his trap.

when eddie was the one held responsible for his demonic persuasion, being the cause of revamping the satanic panic, his 'rituals' being pushed by his songs, and you were the one that was willing to love the devil unapologetically — you could not fear your lucifer.

for your lucifer would fear you.

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OKAY HI I'VE BEEN SHAMELESSLY SEARCHING THROUGH YOUR ACCOUNT DIGGING FOR ANSWERS I COULDNT FIND ANYWHERE ELSE (Ik I'm late asf but I hope you still answer questions related to wmmap seriously I'm desperate lmao) So I've read the entire novel and there wasn't any mention of their marriage (Lucas and Athy) 😭 IK THERE IS A BRIEF MENTION ABOUT "SOME" MARRIAGE In BOTB but all the translations I've read haven't specified who she decided marry at the end when she turned 26 💀 how is everyone so sure it was Lucas and did they decide whose gonna rule the empire in the end? I think from Hari's pov, it was yet to get decided later on, and a prince consort was chosen again, I wanted to clarify if it was really Lucas and I don't think there was any mention of her having kids except for in that one parallel dimension.

I mean, WMMAP and BOTB explicitly take place in the same world (they aren't parallel universes, there are no "what-ifs" or anything similar), Athy even meets Cabel and Hari (indirectly). Indeed, the marriage mention is in BOTB, not WMMAP, but it's pretty obvious the groom is Lucas, even if he isn't mentioned by name. Athy also isn't mentioned by name, Hari just says it's the wedding of "Obelia's princess". Considering the novel ends with Athy kissing Lucas, and that they keep dating during the side-stories, it would be very strange that she didn't marry him. As you say, LP! Lucas even sees their future daughter (granted, that could be a different world, but even so, he says that Athy is always with Lucas in all the worlds he visited except one).

I guess it's technically possible that the groom isn't Lucas, but considering that Athy was dating him and that she explicitly rejected Ijekiel, it's incredibly unlikely. What would be the other alternative, Athy marrying a random guy?

Regarding how they decided to rule the empire, there's no direct answer to that question, but Claude said that Athy would be the next empress and she knew that the day would come when she had to rule Obelia. BOTB's novel says that the prince consort (actually, there's no mention of the term "prince consort" as far as I remember, but I'll use it since that would be the title used for Athy's husband/husband-to-be) married into the royal family, not the other way around (naturally, since Athy is the powerful one of the two from a political standpoint), and that's about it. It isn't that the prince consort was going to be decided "later on" after the wedding, that's not how it works, Lucas (or whoever the mysterious guy is, but he is totally Lucas) most likely got that title after the wedding. I think it's safe to assume they rule together but Athy is the one with the most power and doing the most work (I can't see Lucas being very interested in ruling lol). This is the most logical explanation of post-canon's events, but the reference to Athy's wedding/future is pretty brief. Take a look at @lithi's translation.

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Hiii I’m new to this Page and I’m so sorry to ask this given how much I love how descriptive the RO’s, and if you are uncomfortable with this question, please ignore this😭…

But what would the RO’s reaction be if after a long night of socializing, they wake in bed next to someone who isn’t MC?

Hello,

You did everything right, don't worry. ���

I low key would like some more context on this ask though lol. Are the RO's drunk? Who is the stranger? Is this a prank? Since you didn't specify I will make my own conclusions lol.

Edit: This ask low key reminds me of the Sinbad Magi anime where he sleeps next to princess Kougyoku by accident and everyone thought he slept with her but literally nothing happened. lol 😂

Cassandra: I am going to say that she was hosting a party and things were getting late but MC was still very awake so she left things to MC and went to bed. Only for somebody to channel their inner mexican childhood and find some random room to sleep in like they own the house. Dude really just let himself into their bed and passed out next to her, she probably felt the bed dip but thought it was MC and brushed it off. Until she turned around to hug MC and saw somebody else and lost her shit. Screaming and yeeting that man off the bed, with him being so terrified he ran to the balcony and jumped into the bushes to get away.

Valeria: I'm going to say with her this was a prank from MC and her brothers so when MC and her were getting ready for bed, MC goes to the bathroom and tells her to go to sleep while they shower. She gets some rest and feels when the bed dips but the lights are off so she doesn't see anything. She hugs the person next to her and immediately smells somebody else, she squints and asks for MC as she reaches for the lamp next to her. When the light comes on and she sees her twin Marcos resting on the bed blowing her kisses she cusses him out and kicks him off the bed. Cracking up the rest of her brothers and MC, after the immediate irritation blows over she laughs too and admits it was a good prank.

Tomás: Ummm, I am going to say he was at some event with MC and they rested up at a nearby hotel. At the party there was a foreign lady who was thirsting over him but he kept blowing her off, which in terms made her more desperate for him. So when you both got back to the hotel after the party MC said they were going to shower and he got in bed to sleep. He heard the water turn off but didn't know MC was taking their time getting dressed, he heard a door open and then someone climb in bed next to him. He turned over to embrace MC and smelled a odd perfume that MC has never worn but he ignored it. It wasn't until MC turned on the light and he looked up confused at them, that he turned his head to see the lady and he;

flipped. the. hell. out.

Poor man was screaming, utterly terrified and after MC drags her out of the room he is swearing up and down he had no idea it was someone other than MC. Please reassure him that you believe him, he couldn't bear the thought of MC thinking he would ever cheat on them.

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Ludovica: ... I don't how this would happen with her. Probably the same way as Cass but she wouldn't be throwing parties that are not done by like 5 pm.

I'm going to say she attended one of Aurelio's parties with MC and it got dark before they realized it. Aurelio not wanting to send you guys back home in the dark he lets you spend the night in a borrowed room in his mansion. They go to bed together but at some point in the night MC goes to get some water from the kitchens and she stays awake in the dark waiting for them to get back. Some other house guest mistakes the room for their own and goes to bed, she just feels that something is off and says MC's name and the dude yells because she scared him and Vica screams because he scared her. Aurelio and MC sort everything out and while Aurelio escorts the dude back to his room Mc is going to have to calm her down and figure out how to get her back to sleep.

Aurelio: Moron probably threw a party and got too drunk and mistook a guest room for his own. Got in bed sleep there until morning and when someone kept poking his nose and didn't respond to MC's name when he told them to stop he opened his eyes and saw a very unamused noble women.

Aurelio: ... Good morning Signora Moretti.

Signora Moretti: Signore Aurelio. Got lost?

Aurelio: Yeah... so, how did you sleep last night?

Signora Moretti: Get out.

Aurelio: I mean this is technically my house-

Signora Moretti: Out.

Aurelio: Yes, Signora.

Elio: I also don't really know how this would happen to him but let's just keep blaming everything that happens in Romandi on Aurelio.

Elio channels his inner child and got sleepy during a late party and sleep in a random room. A nobleman got into bed with him thinking he was his wife and later when his actual wife turned on the light and both men sat up from under the covers chaos ensues.

"I knew you were gay!"

"Excuse me?! I don't even know this man!"

"I knew it! The way you always looked at your best friend and always prefered spending so much more time with him rather than your own wife!"

"Have you ever thought I prefer to spend more time with him, because he doesn't bitch and moan to me about every little thing!?"

Elio would either say: "Well this is awkward." or "Can you both shut up? I am trying to sleep." or "Where is MC? I think I am lost."

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Espresso Chapter 3:

Vaunting

Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3

Pairing: Hodari Pavel x Reader Word Count: 2.1k Chapter: 3/? Rating: E

Tags: Angst, Angst with a happy ending, miscommunication, fluff, eventual smut

A/N: This is a multi chapter Hodari x y/n story! Gender is not specified so everyone can enjoy it (though I did originally start writing it with the intention of it being a male reader lol). Tags will be updated as the fic goes. Cross-posted Here on Ao3. Fic below the cut! Enjoy :)

In the days that passed since Hodari confronted you in the mines you’ve been avoiding the Pavel house like the plague and succinctly the mines themselves. ‘It’s nothing personal’ still echoes in your head and you’ve decided the best course of action would probably be to avoid all of the southern half of Bahari Bay for right now so you don’t accidentally run into the miner or his daughter and risk catching Hodari’s ire. The message was received loud and clear the first time and you’re not exactly chomping at the bit to hear it again. You’re not one to place yourself where you aren’t welcomed or wanted. 

This clever plan however, has its drawbacks. Only sticking to the northern half of the bay has unfortunately proven to be quite a challenge. It comes with the steep price of annoyance from the town’s stern hunter who has been trying to mentor you in proper use of your new bow and you fear his patience is running thin with the various excuses you’ve been feeding him.

Your ore stash has also taken a hit with not being able to actually venture into the mines or the foothills that surround them. Thankfully you still had a decent supply set up from your excessive late night mining but it's not an expansive supply by any means so there wasn’t much to spare. This means you’ve been stuck with the less-than-ideal pickaxe you had been hoping to ditch in favor of a better one. You’d been planning on talking to the miner about the upgrade but no longer see that happening in the foreseeable future so you’ll just have to make do. 

You feel yourself cringe internally at the memory of the conversation still freshly haunting your thoughts. Thinking back on it, he didn't seem mad per se but any interaction with him is most likely going to be tense and awkward and you'd rather avoid the whole thing if you can. It’s bad enough that when you spot him in town you find yourself ducking into the nearest building to avoid any confrontation with him.

Regardless of anger, your heart still hurts and your self esteem definitely took a harder hit than you’d like to admit, even if only to yourself. Fitting in and finding your place here has been nothing short of difficult but you thought you had been making headway. If you were feeling bold, you might have even said becoming friends. ’We- I don’t know you’ floats its way back into your thoughts and you stop it in its tracks before you can spiral again. Finding out you had been very mistaken and overstepping boundaries left and right unknowingly is as painful as it is embarrassing. 

Deciding to stop the tiny pity party you've found yourself in, you get ready to head into town. You’ve been needing to stop by Zeki’s for a few things and no better time to do so than when the day is still young. Now that the weekend is here once you've finished what you need to do, you're looking forward to not having to worry for a few days and take the time to relax and soothe your hurt and embarrassment in peace. With one last quick check you leave your plot and start your walk to the general store.

As you’re making your way down the hill Sifuu spots you. “Y/n!” She calls and waves you over. 

“Good morning!” You greet as you approach her. She smiles and claps a large hand on your shoulder. “Haven’t seen you around the last few days, my iron has been running low!” she laughs. You smile placatingly and brush it aside, apologizing letting her know you’ve been busy.

“Haven't we all! Tell you what, I’ve got some extra gold in it for you if you could help me out and get me some extra for tomorrow. I’ve got an order I've been working on that’s requiring a bit more than I expected. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” She winks and you hesitate. On one hand you do want to help her and the promise of some extra coin is as good a motivator as any. On the other hand… you still aren't planning on going anywhere near the mines anytime soon. ‘Well good bye gold’ you silently mourn.

“I'm sorry, I wish I could help but I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to be going down in the mines right now. I’ve got a lot going on right now and won't have time” you apologize, the tiny lie falling from your lips. You hope she doesn’t ask any for any clarification and thankfully she doesn't. She just narrows her eyes but doesn’t press any further. You internally let out a sigh of relief, you really didn’t want to explain the situation. As kind as the blacksmith is, you have a feeling she wouldn’t be the best person to talk about this with.

She sends you off with reassurance that it’s okay and that she hopes to see you around town again before heading towards her forge. You head the opposite direction towards the docks, reasoning Zeki’s can wait a bit longer. A few hours of comfortable silence later spent with Einar as you fish together, the sun is high in the sky and your stomach is telling you it’s time to eat. You sell Einar your tiny haul and head back towards the town for some food. 

Between the time and it being the weekend you figured the inn would be empty for the lunch period. Walking in you were surprised to find that instead of the silence you were expecting, the inn seemed to be quite busy and filled with life. Sifuu and Badruu are here lounging at the long table by the door laughing loudly, drink spilling as their cheeks color a ruddy hue from what you're not sure is from the joy they're projecting or from the spirits in their cup. Both Kenli and Zeki sit across from them, one far more interested in the going ons across the table than the other. In the corner at the end of the same table, Delaila and Chayne are more quietly talking amongst themselves. Curious, you walk over to the bar where Reth is. 

“What’s going on?” you ask the cook motioning to the commotion behind you. 

Reth laughs, wiping the bar down. “I guess everyone decided to have a break day. They're all taking the afternoon off to catch up before the end of season rushes hit everyone.” You nod along and slide into one of the stools at the counter.

“Guess I’ll take my lunch over here then, I don’t want to intrude.” 

Reths gives you a weird look before throwing the towel on his shoulder and leaning against the countertop. “Look I’m not wanting to stick my nose in where it isn’t wanted so you can tell me to forget it and it's gone, but are you doing okay, sweet tooth? You’ve seemed pretty down every time I’ve seen you the last few days. Starting to miss the smiles around here.”

You take a moment to think before you answer, this is Reth. If anyone is going to be sympathetic to the situation, it’d be him. "I'm fine. I just- do you ever realize you misunderstood something and the aftermath of that... just kinda sucks?" 

Reth’s face changes from curious to mildly confused at your question. "Yeah. I guess so. What happened?" 

You're not sure if you want to tell him the whole situation, not wanting to cause a bigger issue, but the genuine concern in his eyes placates some of your nerves. You can trust him. "It's not a big deal really.. I just thought I was finally understanding the gift giving and friendship rules here” you pause before sighting, “but I guess not."

Reth stays quiet for a moment as he ponders the words and then tilts his head, " So what happened?" He asks again.

You look down at the counter picking at the grain of the wood., "I accidentally overstated my welcome in someone’s company and misread a situation. It's fine, I'm just a little embarrassed." 

Reth gets a bit more serious now, everyone in town adores your presence. You've been so kind and helpful to everyone! Eager to learn the customs unfamiliar to you without complaint and you go out of your way to help everyone you come across, even at your own inconvenience and expense. You've been so kind to him in particular, he can't imagine who wouldn't want you around. Surely there's just been a misunderstanding "Who-" he starts before Ashuras booming voice fills the inn

"Hodari, my friend! You made it. We were getting worried you wouldn't actually come"

Hodari says something in response but you don't catch is as you feel your whole body lock up, refusing to turn around

Reth shoots you another strange look at your reaction before his eyes widen, putting the dots together. "What did he say?" He begins but you shake your head. 

"It's really not a big deal, Reth. It’s more of an ego hit or sting to my pride than anything else."

Reth just hums and gives you an almost withering look to tell you he’s not impressed with the answer but drops it and you feel a wave of gratitude towards your friend. As time passes you slowly start to relax as you realize the miner hasn’t seen you as they all gather amongst themselves to chat. 

Reth sets a bowl of your favorite soup in front of you that you hadn't ordered yet. You look up at him quizzically and he shrugs. "It’s a new recipe, you're the first to try it so let me know what you think. On the house for testers of course." You nod and take a sip and can't help a smile as the flavor bursts across your tongue, there's nothing new about it at all. And with every spoonful, you feel just a little bit warmer. After you've finished, Reth takes the bowl from you. "Want me to go talk to the grouch?" He nods his head towards where Hodari is talking and laughing and you stifle a laugh at the image in front of you with the ‘grouch’ descriptor while shaking your head. 

"No. It's okay, really. I misread the situation, it stings and I'm so embarrassed. But it's probably for the best. I don't want to force myself to be somewhere I'm not wanted." 

Reth scrunched his nose at that huffing ".. I don't like that. We don't do that. Sure we can be pretty strict in our traditions and some can be harsh if someone deviates" he pauses gesturing to his entire self, "but we repay the kindness we are shown." You nod along to appease him but don't say anything as he continues. "I meant it when I said you don't have to tell me what happened, but I'm not gonna lie, sweet tooth, I'm a little confused what he could say or do to make you feel like that. He’s a bit gruff, sure, but under all that he tends to mind his own business and is always willing to help out when it's needed. I mean, he hasn't even shown any issue with me. Maybe it's just a really big misunderstanding?" He says not unkindly. 

You shrug noncommittally, wanting the conversation to move on. Reth picks up on the change pretty quick and switches the topic to something more neutral. Soon enough he has you throwing your head back in laughter, Hodari and the conversation far from your mind. Before you know it, over an hour has passed and you needed to be heading back home. You tell Reth as such and he offers to help you sneak and you slip out the back so you don't have to walk past the whole group still engrossed in their conversation or Hodari. 

As you're leaving from behind the inn, your steps feel a little lighter. Even with everything that's happened, you still have friends who care for you and it'll be okay. This has been a learning opportunity and you’ll give yourself room to grow. Lost in your own self assurance as you start the walk home you almost miss the sound of footsteps racing behind you. Subconsciously you start to brace for impact from Auni when a girl's voice calls out "Y/N!" You turn around to see Najuma tearing out from seemingly Jel’s shop, if the harried tailor and Tish running out from the building are any indication, and running right towards you.  'Oh no..'

[Dividers by the-aesthetic-shop]

[crabonfire]

heya! could u do scout (or all the mercs if you can) x gyaru!reader hcs :o? like everyone suspects [merc] to have a badass s/o cuz their also so badass but in reality their all glammed up and lookin like their goin to a beach party 😭 thanks! and if you don’t want to do the req/can’t do it no problem! ^_^

Scout's Gyaru! Partner!!

character: scout (mercs are barely involved)

note: this cute asf I had to do it lol 😭

The other mercs are involved a bit

I made the S/O super cheery and a little aggresive but that's just cause idk I think its funny LOL

Gender ain't specified but they act more femininely!! love me feminine ppl 😚

warnings: none

♡Scout♡

• Ever since Scout started to date you, from the way he described you as "Cool, confident and badass" they expected somebody who actually fit the description.

• The men didn't care about it at first. He'd babble on about you randomly in conversation, and automatically, they'd groan and try to change the topic.

• And from the way he'd always do what you told him when you two called over the phone, they assumed you were somebody stricter than he was.

• So they were a little shocked to find somebody with dashing makeup, long painted acrylics with the most glamorous, pastel colored outfit they've ever seen. Your hair was dyed brightly in certain areas, you carried a purse embedded with pearls and cute pins...you were the OPPOSITE of what they were thinking of.

"Oh! Are you Engineer? Jeremy's told me all about you!"

"...Yes-"

"About Jeremy, have you seen him? He was supposed to come with me to a party but he totally ditched on me and he won't answer my calls. The asshole he is."

"Well-"

"OH! I haven't introduced myself, I'm [S/O]! Sorry, that was really rude of me."

He paused, cracking up an awkward smile.

"I could tell."

"Haha, yeah, anyway, have you seen him? He's such a dick for leaving me like that."

"He's in the training grounds with the others, I'll take you there, sweetheart."

"Aw, you're so nice. Thanks!"

He smirked, walking you over the base. How did you find the base? He doesn't know. Does he want to see Scout get yelled at? Yea.

♡♡♡

• "Jeremy what the hell?! You left me out there alone you dick. So fuckin' rude, and you didn't answer my calls..."

"OW- I TOLD YOU IM SORRY-" He winces, rubbing over the area you hit his head at. "I was busy..."

"Busy with what? Being a little bitch?"

• The mercs who watched from afar snickered, he gave you a frown and you retorted your insult.

"I'm sorry, you know I don't mean it babe."

"Yeah yeah, and I'm sorry for not telling you anything. I was busy, and I left my phone in my room."

"Okayyyy, I won't yell at you anymore. I came to ask if you wanted to go to the beach this week? I got this super cute beach set and like, we could take cute pics together. It'd be sooo fun!"

"Hell yeah, people will see my muscles and stuff."

• You chuckled, "Yeah! Your strong muscles, and we'll both look so cute together."

He smiled at that, then he looked you up and down.

"I never got a good look of you, but damn...you look real cute today." He muttered, "Are these new?" He said as took your hand in his, admiring the colored nails with their cute accessories.

You grinned brightly, "Yeah! I'm so glad you noticed." He felt himself melt, "They're nice. I like the colors."

• He was always so enamored by you. You were so energetic, so confident...you always wore whatever you wanted and did whatever you wanted because you never cared, and best of all you had the cutest fashion sense.

"I like how you did your make up today."

"Your hairs nice. It must've taken a while, yea?"

He started to comment on your outfit, telling you how cute you looked, making you chuckle and blush at his corny remarks. You two went quiet, and honestly, it was a new sight for these mercenaries.

• They'd never seen him so quiet, so enchanted by somebody before. Where he actually stops talking for once, and just looks at you with such love.

They almost don't believe it, Scout...BEING ROMANTIC? ain't no way.

"Wow, He's actually shutting up?" Medic says, "Pinch me, I'm dreaming." Sniper replied, making everybody crack a smile. They kept watching as you leaned down to give him a kiss, pulling back with the softest gaze they've ever seen on anybody.

"HEY! NO ROMANCE ON THE BATTLEFIELD!" Soldier screamed, making them both flinch and turn to their direction. "HEY HEY, WHERES THE PRIVACY AT? Fuckin perverts." He stands up from his bench, walking over with you outside as you chuckle in reply. He sticks his tounge out at them mockingly, as if saying "Your just jealous" before he does.

• Spy rolls his eyes, but there's a slight smile on his face. His son has found somebody good, somebody he can be happy with, even though they weren't somebody he expected. He's happy for him.

♡♡♡

I would've added more merc content for this but I liked how I wrote scout,, he loves ur fashion sense babe omggg

Honestly i miss writing scout, he's a big reason I'm really into tf2 in general haha.

[fkevin073]

so i finally watched TBOSAS, and as someone who didn't read the TBOSAS book, i'm going all movie based here to ask you about that cabin scene-- do you think snow would have killed lucy gray there? i mean, he did started shooting later, but that was because she put the doubt of "nooo, oF cOuRsE i WoN't TeLL" and i feel like that's when his trust ON HER was broken?

idk where i'm going with this, i guess i just wanted to hear your opinion on it. i honestly think if movie!lucy had just kept quiet in the cabin, movie!snow wouldn't have done anything? (anything to harm her, that is. i definitely think he would go back to go to district 2)

ahh welcome to the TBOSAS brain rot! it's a fun place to be lol

but u see, what you just described is exactly my biggest issue with the movie. like don't get me wrong, everyone in the cast killed it, and I love the movie overall, but the book 100% helped you realize just how selfish, deranged and paranoid Coriolanus really is. like he's not totally evil, but you see his flaws very, very prominently, and know that even if he does love Lucy gray, he doesn't love her well or right. the movie doesn't give you that insight, which makes sense considering we don't have that endless access to his thoughts like we do in the book, but in the movie they do this weird thing of almost making him better? or making him seem more like a tragic villain? like the book makes it 100% clear he did not truly care about Sejanus. When he cries post the hanging in the book, he cries because he thinks he's next, not because he feels genuine remorse for what did to sejanus. The movie makes it seem like he was genuinely convinced sejanus would be fine and his dad would buy him out of trouble; the book makes it clear that isn't truly a priority for him.

this speaks mainly to your question: do you think snow would have killed Lucy gray? in the book, the answer is 100% yes. I've already spoken about this with the amazing @indistinctmumblings, but in the book we already know how suspicious and paranoid snow is. he was already ready to ditch her the instant he saw the guns. book Coriolanus is ready to turn on people the moment he realizes he can't control them, even if he loves them. the movie changes coriolanus in that way, and while I think it's effective in its own way - makes his fall seem a bit more tragic because we like Coriolanus more, it infuriates me because in the woods scene it almost makes Lucy gray seem more like the aggressor?

Like by the time Coriolanus finds the snake in the book, he's already turned on her. the movie makes it seem like her 'betrayal', which seems a bit more unjustified considering how remorseful he was about sejanus (saying I'm sorry, crying over pictures, etc), and which could (somewhat??) reasonably be interpreted as a murder attempt on her part (in the book it's specified post his return to district 12 by a doctor that the snake wasn't venomous at all) is what makes Coriolanus snap. and it grates at me, esp after the first time I watched it.

because in the movie I was also genuinely convinced that until she said "besides me?" Coriolanus hadn't really thought of her as a threat? like it's only when she says it that it occurs to him, but even then he doesn't seem to mistrust her. it's only post snakebite that he's like okay, that's it, we're done, you're done. And I think it kind of undermines the danger Lucy Gray was in, in a way. Like I firmly believe in both the book and the movie she was waiting in the bushes to see how he would react as a final kind of test, and he very obviously fails it on both accounts, but in the movie it's a bit more reasonable why he was upset?? to some degree, anyway. he's still an asshole, and Lucy gray is stilll the one in the right here.

I think the main difference between book Coriolanus and movie Coriolanus to me is this: if he DID shoot Lucy gray, and he found her lying on the forest floor and bleeding, I believe book Coriolanus would have gone for the kill shot, even if it was in a fit of rage. I don't believe movie Coriolanus had it in him. I think he would have helped her, or let her go. but that's just me!

I definitely agree with you though! I think the more I rewatch it the more okay I become with it, but when I first watched the movie I was hit by the changes in the cabin like a truck. thanks sm for the ask, and have a happy new year!

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

First impressions:

Everyone lol- minus Yeves and Keith since Morgan met them both at the Goodwill Gala (both POV's for Gilbert and Silvio), also Carlo!

Sorry if Nokoto and Jin come off as dicks here- it's Morgan's first impression of them and so none really knows them unless otherwise specified-

Wtf- this was originally gonna be just Gil and Sil- T-T

Silvio and Morgan

TW: Implications of abuse

Morgan's perspective:

Morgan was in a city on the mountainside that separated Bennonite and Obsideian. Exaughsted, pain, runaway, Obsidianate. All those things were clear just by looking at them.

But they were ignored.

Eventually they just collapsed in the middle of the road.

"Whats this?"

They weakly looked up at a blue haired man. The man sighed and picked up Morgan.

"Come on- let's get ya fixed up"

He took them to a tailor shop first and got them some clothes that actually fit them.

Then he took them to a villa that he owned and let them rest there for the night.

The next morning a grand brekfast was before them.

They couldn't eat it.

"..."

"What? Do you need permission to eat?"

'I don't trust you.'

"... did you do anything to me..."

"How dare you- I didn't do shit. I could have any woman I want lady."

Morgan teared up and shook at the aggressiveness of the steange man, muttering an apology.

"Names Silvio Ricci. That's the name of the man who rescued you... I dont expect much. I just want to help ya out..."

His tone clearly changed... but why?

"Whats your name?"

"Huh..?"

"I'm sure ya got a name right? If you don't I-"

"... Morgan. I-im Morgan."

It was probably clear I haven't used that name before... but... I've changed... I am differnt so. I want to be the new me around 'Silvio'

"Got a family name?"

"Solase-"

Probably should choose a new last name too- dad is a good buisness man. So... its best to cut that tie too...

"Morgan Solase, ok"

This man ate very elegantly. And wore clearly expensive things. He probably was a nobleman at the very least, maybe even a Bennonite prince?

'If i made it...'

"...where are we?"

"Bennonite, don't worry, you escaped"

A wave of relief crashed over them. Tears flooded from their eyes.

Silvio sighed and went over to them, a hand gentley wiped their tears. They shook at first before relaxing into the gesture.

"Don't worry... you're safe now... I'll help ya get a good life here..."

They nodded and just sobbed quietly

Silvios POV:

Silvio was on a mission for the king. Aparantly warriors from Obsidian have found a way trough the mountains and are causeing troubble.

He was in a crowd of people, before a brunette caught his eye. Everyone was ignoring her, and she looked like she crawled out of hell.

Well, at the very least- Obsidian by the clothing.

He walked over to the collapsed woman

"Come on- let's get ya fixed up-"

He got them some clothes, paying for it with no mind to the price.

He then took her to the villa he was staying in while he was visiting.

She fell asleep on the carrage ride there, he sighed a bit. A little annoyed he dosenr get to question the lady and get her name at least. But... she was clearly exaughsted.

He had Carlo take her to the guest room and had the extra clothes that already fit there too.

He needed to have a spy look into some Obsidian Military wives. What else could she be?

When the next morning came around, Silvio was haveing his normal drink and brekfast, waiting for the special guest.

When she showed up, oddly enough, it was a mix of a underdress and the pants that she wore before. Odd

When she sat down, she just silently stared at the food.

'She dosent trust me'

"What, ya need permission to eat?"

'You can- you don't have ta starve yourself-'

"... did you do anything to me..."

'... the hell happend to you while in Obsidian.'

"How dare you- I didn't do shit. I could have any woman I want lady."

She flinched and looked at her lap

'Shit. I scared her. She is a skiddish puppy right now...'

"Names Silvio Ricci. That's the name of the man who rescued you... I dont expect much. I just want to help ya out..."

"Whats your name?"

'Atleast tell me that'

"Huh..?"

"I'm sure ya got a name right? If you don't I-"

"... Morgan. I-i'm Morgan."

'Heh, it works well for ya'

"Got a family name?"

'Real or fake names, it's somethjng to call you and a good start for everything that's gonna happen'

"Solase-"

"Morgan Solase, ok"

'It fits well-'

Silvio continued to eat, in hopes she gets an appetite to ear aswell.

"...where are we?"

'You don't know just by my name? Obsidian is quite cut off then-'

"Bennonite, don't worry, you escaped"

Relief washed over her face as tears welled up.

'Great a crybaby like... I'll do better this time...'

Silvio got up and wiped their tears, just like he did with Valerio.

"Don't worry... you're safe now... I'll help ya get a good life here..."

'Thank you for this chance Valerio...'

Gilbert and Morgan:

Before meeting Silvio, Morgan was known as Viola Fox

And I haven't yet finished Gilbert's route- I just started it- so- y e a h

Viola's POV:

Dad had picked her up from school that day and now he was talking to a seemingly rich man about buisness.

Viola didn't really care tough, she was busy giveing the family horse treats! She really adored the animal.

"Hey! Another kid!"

A boy with black hair and red eyes rushed over to Viola excitedly.

"Woah- slow down- we don't wanna spook her-"

"Oh- sorry-"

The boy walked over to her, smileing happily

She didn't pay too much mind. Sunshine, their white horse, was jn need of affection after a long day if school.

"Whats your name?"

"I'm Viola- what's yours?"

"I'm Gilbert!"

They both smiled at eachother as they talked about things that kids would talk about.

"I'm surprised your horse isn't scared-"

"Why would she be?"

"Animals don't often like me..."

"Wanna pet her!?"

Viola grinned and took the boys hand and leads it to petting the horse.

"Ah- prince Gilbert! What are you doing outside?-"

"There was another kid so I-"

"You know you'll get sick if you do- you can invite your friend inside next time- alright?-"

Gilbert looked down and nodded a bit. Viola just smiled at him.

"Hey- that means there will be a next time! I'll be sure of it and come again with my dad!"

"Really!"

Viola grinned and nodded, earing a hug from Gilbert before they parted.

Gilbert's POV:

Gilbert was inside a manchine in one of the locations that his family had taken over. They had been gaurded of him because he was recently sick from traveling to such a location for his studies.

He. Was. Bored.

Then, the door was awnserd. So, why not cause some mischift?

He saw two men, one of the ministers and probably a seller. He looked outside to get an idea of what was being sold.

But the goods didn't catch his eye. It was a girl, around his age. She was tending to the horse loveingly.

He was excited. He wasn't alone anymore!

He ran out an exit nearby.

"Hey! Another kid!"

He couldn't help it, he was running, he wasn't the best but, he couldn't hold it back.

"Woah- slow down- we don't wanna spook her-"

"Oh- sorry-"

Hm? Oh right- animals often get spooked by him. He quickly slowed down, exaughstion comeing in quick, but he made it to the girl.

"Whats your name?-"

He barely managed to ask it, but the girl seemed distracted by the horse. Atleast he wouldn't appear weak-

"I'm Viola! What's yours?"

"I'm Gilbert!"

He wasn't going to say his last name- he didn't want her to fear him. He wanted a friend.. like Chalaver- except a girl- and much closer too!

Now to keep the conversation going!

"I'm surprised your horse isn't scared-"

"Why would she be?"

He was a little shocked by that. But, also appriviative of it.

"Animals don't often like me..."

Then, he saw a glow in her eyes

"Wanna pet her!?"

He was shocked, then she grabbed his hand and led him to gentley pet the horse. It was nice... to not have something fear you..

But... all good things must come to an end-

"Ah- prince Gilbert! What are you doing outside?-"

He frowned softly and looked at the servant

"There was another kid so I-"

He tried to protest, he wanted to stay, he wanted to be a kid...

"You know you'll get sick if you do- you can invite your friend inside next time- alright?-"

He looked down. He was going to lose any chance again. She knew he was a prince now... she knew he was sick. She knew he was a weak prince...

"Hey- that means there will be a next time! I'll be sure of it and come again with my dad!"

Viola smiled a comforting and safe smile at him. It meant the world to him. He couldn't help but grin back at the girl

"Really!"

She glowed like the sun...

Carlo:

It was after Silvio saved them, and they cried infront of the man.

Carlo walked in after the two of them had brekfast.

"Morgan, this is Carlo, my Marine Biologist."

They both just- kind of, quietly waved at eachother

"Ok- so no leaveing you two alone because its gonna be weird"

"I don't get why we would have to talk... its just to fill the silence in the air that sometimes make people uncomfortable..."

Carlo just excitedly nodded in agreement

"I know- it's just so annoying to come up with little things to talk about when it's just stupid and uninteresting to the both of us!"

"Exactly"

They smiled a bit at the glimmer of understanding.

Sarel:

TW: talk of issues around minority groups

There Morgan was, Silvio asked if they could distract Sarel so he can get some information on Belle. So, they were in his office, haveing some rose tea.

'You better find something important Silvio.'

They let out a soft sigh.

"So, I'm quite curious on how you got your job as- what was it again?-"

"The Bennotian Minority Representitive."

"Yes- that very real position. How is it"

"If you're implying I'm only there for what?- sex?- a spy?- I'm not. I'm working with the Bennotian Minorities, like myself."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I work with current and past solders, I work with immigrants, with queer people, with those who are disabled. Anyone who isn't apart of the majority who are more likely to be shut out and ignored for their problems."

"I'm sure Rohdinite has those same problems too."

"Well..  we have only recently been accepting of the LGBTQ+ and other religious beliefs..."

"Exactly. I'm going around and makekng sure those who need help get that help. I'm makeing sure harmony is among the people."

"Well, it's quite the interesting position. I'm sure if you talked to Prince Yeves and Prince Leon about this, they would be able to take that perspective in"

"Alright then..."

They let out a sigh and drank their tea.

"I do wonder, what about you brought the Jangler to you?"

"Prince Silvio found me on the streets. I was suffering... so he took me in and found me a job where I exell at..."

"So we are much alike in that."

"Witch prince found you?"

"It was actually the king-"

"Atleast you get along with yours..."

Morgan felt a migrane thinking about the Bennotian king and how much they wanted to hit him over the head with a chair. Or his throne. That works too.

"Yes, it was quite the experence for a poor boy to suddenly be moved to the palace and take care of a bunch of princes-"

"That..."

They recognized the parentification. But quieted themself. The king could still be alive... if they are telling the truth of course- so they quieted themself

"We're you going to say something?"

They shook their head, and the two of them talked about their princes and some politics aswell. It ended up being a good talk

Rio:

Morgan's new job was to distract Rio since they have Sarel a little distracted with a Rohdinite Minority Representitive.

Honestly, unexpected but they were glad Sarel took in their perspective. But now- it's time to focious on Rio

"Thank you for comeing into town with me- Carlo was too busy to come-"

"Carlo...?"

"A good friend of mine, he also works for Silvio-"

Rio's face imedeately looked annoyed, and he didn't try to hide it. That was one good thing

"Ok, I won't talk about him while we're out. But I do want to do some bakeing- do you know any good places?"

Rio excitedly nodded and the two of them went around the local town and bought the groceries needed for Morgan's goal

"What are you going to make if I may ask?"

"Well, I'm best when I bake cookies- so I'd tought I should make some for everyone- but I am also good with pie crust... no- cookies are easier to share among big groups!"

Rio giggled a bit

"Something about that reminds me of my misteress-"

"Hm? I wonder why... but I'm glad I remind you if someone who clearly means alot to you"

They smiled at Rio

"As a treat for helping me today, you will be my taste tester!"

Rio smiled and nodded a bit

"Alright! That abounds good!"

Morgan could just see his tail wags excitedly. He and Silvio really are brothers...

When Morgan finished the cookies they gave Rio one and kept one to themself.

"Oh wow! Its amazing!"

Morgan smiled brightly and ate their own

"Really! I'm glad! I can't wait to share them with everyone!"

Little did they know, an eye was watching them. Silently. J e a l i o u s l y.

Luke:

Morgan was walking in the garden, admiring it. They still couldn't get used to palaces and palace liveing after a year of it. It wasn't consistent tough... so that's alright-

Then- they were knocked over by something heavy falling from the sky

"Huh...? What?- a soft landing?-"

The man looked down at Morgan and realized

"Oh! I'm sorry- I didn't mean to fall out of the tree-"

Luke got up and helped Morgan up

"Its alright- I've been trough worse-"

They shrugged it off and dusted any bit of dirt off themself. They also moved their body to check to see if anything broke or sprained.

Luke clearly felt guilty tough

"But- hm... how about I get us some sweets as an apology- I know a good place- and I heard you really like them-"

"Yes- alright let's go!"

They grinned excitedly as Luke took them to a stall that sells honey sweets and got some for the both of them.

"Well- let's dig in!"

It's so sweet! It tastes amazing! The honey brings out the texture of the pastry very well.

Luke seems just as jovial eating it as they were

They did wonder who told him about their love of sweets tough...

Emma

"You must be the mysterious Morgan right?"

Morgan turned around to see the actual mystery. Emma, the brand new noblewoman who appeard out of nowhere.

"And you must be the just as mysterious Emma-"

The lady giggled and smiled. It... kind of hurt Morgan.

"So, did you need anything from me?"

"I wanted to thank you for the cookies- they were amazing! Yeves level I daresay-"

"Woah- I wouldn't go as far as to compare me to Prince Yeves- but thank you so much for appriciateing them-"

The overwhelming anxiety came over them. Was it as good as when- they shook their head

"Hm? What's wrong Morgan?"

"Just- bad memories- that's all..."

Emma hugged Morgan, holding them close and a comforting tight.

"I'm sorry someone as sweet as you had to go trough something bad..."

They quietly hugged her back

"Thanks for careing... it means alot..."

The sound of two footsteps walking away was heard

Nokoto

Morgan was just nicely existing. Talking to some of the maids and helping them because gotta do s o m e t h i n g that involves moveing.

"So, this must be one of Silvios darling treasures~"

"Nope"

Nokoto was clearly shocked by the coldness comeing off of Morgan

"Oh? Then why not lear-"

"I'm married. So I'm no..."

They froze. They... ran away... and... left the ring... made themself appear dead so...

"Huh? Already? That's quite young to go trough a marriage, must've been a noble one or a military one"

"... yeah... my spouse died..."

'Lie... get out of this... help...'

"Oh- I didn't know-"

"Yeah well now you do- so-"

Morgan was quick to turn around, and get a face full of Gilbert

"Hm? What's wrong my butterfly?"

'No- nononono-'

"E-excuse me- I need to go to the bathroom-"

They quickly ran off, barely keeping themself together.

When they made it. They locked the door, and just sobbed and heaved over the toilet.

Licht

A knock came on the guest room door of the room Morgan resided in. So what else were they going to do other than get up and awnser it?

"Hello?"

It was prince Licht at the door. What does he want?

"Hello. You are the one who baked those cookies right?"

"Uh- yeah- that was me-"

"Good. I want you to bake this recipe for me. If you aren't busy."

Morgan looked over the recipie. Didn't Yeves bake this earlier?

"D-"

"Yeves made it earlier, I want to compare. Everything should be in the kitchen already."

Morgan nodded and the two of them went into the kitchen to bake.

They didn't mind the silence. It was actually nice. They understood why Yeves favord Licht already from this.

"...Nokoto would like to apologize, but feels as if you wouldn't like to see him so soon after he insulted you"

"Hm? It wasn't an insult- it was ignorance- so it's fine. I just- don't like talking about my ex husband.."

Licht nodded a bit as things went back to being quiet.

Morgan pulled the pastry out of the oven, putting it onto the cooling rack to cool down.

The silence between the two of them was comfortable.

After a bit Morgan had the pastry plated for Licht.

"Thank you, you may also have some too"

They nodded, relaxing a bit and giveing themself a serving of the sweet aswell.

They both dug into the food with a little smile on their faces.

"Its good"

"Thanks..."

Jin

"May I try something?"

"What is it?"

Jin was stareing at their chest often. It pissed Morgan off. They can't get rid of their tits no matter what they did. There wasn't a safe way for them yet.

Jin then grabbed. Their. Fucking. Tits.

"I knew it- so big and plump... soft and round... so perfect..."

"Let. Go. Of. Me."

Morgan did everything they could to not grab the daggar on their belt and stab Jin for this.

Jin did let go of them

"You have quite the lovely pair of boobs, why hide them?"

"You're lucky. That's all I'll say."

Morgan quickly stormed off to their room.

Clavis

So- Morgan sat at the bottom of a pit.

Clavis managed to find them

"Look at that, I managed to find something new in one of my traps~"

"Can you let me out now-?"

"What do i get if I do? You Bennotians thrive on trades so humor me"

"I'll awner one question that you have that isn't political"

"Makes sence since this is quite personal. Deal."

Clavis then pulled Morgan out of the pit and helped them get cleaned of, he even checked for ingeries.

"Now, for my question."

Morgan readied themself

"What is the name you were born with?"

Morgan sighed, but a deal is a deal

"Viola Fox"

"Hm? The Obsidinite salesmans child?"

Morgan didn't respond, makeing Clavis chuckle a bit

"Well, we did agree on one question, so of course you wouldn't confirm or deny it~ you're quite entertaining. I see why Silvio and Gilbert seem so interested in keeping you"

Chalaver

Morgan and Silvio sat infront of Chelaver in the communications faction office. Both were clearly annoyed

"What the hell do you want us here for."

"To inform you that you have an Obsidinite spy. The one you call Morgan"

"I would be a shitty spy. Because I'm the one who gave Clavis the information to find me."

"They were clearly from Obsidian when I found them."

"I've done work to improve Bennonite and get help to Obsidian commoners."

"They fuckin freak when they see Eyepatch. So nice try."

Clavis couldn't help but laugh. Chaliver looked annoyed. Nokoto couldn't look at Morgan. While Luke was quite shocked.

What was clear tough, was Morgan and Silvio being united against Obsidian.

"I see. Then this meeting is over. Purple. Blue."

The two of them quickly left the office. Both a bit annoyed at Chalaver and Clavis.

Leon

Once again there was a knock on Morgan's door. So they went to awnser it.

"Hello, I heard you make some amazing sweets, wanna make some with me?-"

Morgan was shocked by the friendliness

"Youre- not upset? Scared? Wanting me dead?"

"Why should I? You haven't done anything bad, if anything you have been helping us all."

Morgan smiled softly and nodded a bit

"Alright, let's go and bake!"

The two of them baked and chatted a bit, Morgan directing g the prince in what needing to be done, smileing and relaxed.

"And now we put them in the oven until the underside is golden brown and the middle isn't mushy-"

Leon nodded

"You are quite skilled, have you been bakeing awhile-"

"Yeah- been bakeing since I was a kid- I'm surprised you needed me to help since you have the master baker of a brother"

"Well he perfers to bake alone or have Licht there as his taste tester. Otherwise I'm quite busy"

Morgan nodded, they have helped out Silvio with his work, so they completely understand that bit.

"I'm glad you take the time to help your people... not everyone can do that... so it's quite appriciated-"

"I'm glad to hear that from a fellow worker of the people."