#so... sorry margarethe

[phyllisamaryllis]

Just to inform you about the article you have reblogged.

Ancient Greek and roman were majorily composed by white people with olive undertones. They are literally part of the European continent located in the Mediterranean. There are studies that proofs that and there is nothing wrong to state a historical fact like a country ethnicity. The problem is when you use a historical fact as an excuse to support white supremacy takes and ideas.

https://www.tumblr.com/margaretkart/773654195836518400?source=share

Margareth talked about it many times and I am well aware you follow her. She has a better academic base to tell you all the immigrants in Greece and whatever details you might find interesting about ancient history.

Now coming back to PJO. Yes. There are a lot of problems even regarding race with the poor excuse Rick gave to explain why the Greek Gods are in America (especially when we have in mind that he canonically made other pantheons exist in his verse). This comes with Piper, the cherokee and all the other native deities within the America.

What happend to them when the Greek Gods came to America? Regarding history they only came to America because of the colonization. So do you see the implications? They rule over the American continent, so what happend to the gods that were native from this land?

Aren't the native gods a part of a "civilization"? Don't they have the right to rule over their own land? Are they worse than the greek gods because they are "native"? So they aren't as important as an European who decides what "civilization" is since they "move with it"?

And why is Greece not considered a "Great Civilization" either? Why is there no highlight of real greek culture? Even if it is modern? No mention of greek festivals, no mentions of greek food, no mentions of greek language.

Of course, I don't believe it was done on purpose on Rick's behalf since a) he has a problem in remaining consistent with his own writing in many different aspects. Not only that one. b) he introduced more pantheons much later on the story. Like Piper and the cherokee was in HoO, the Norse way later, the Egyptian? Way later. He did it to profit with "a fake representation" and make money. At least that is my opinion. There are many problems with his representations, even if it was done in good heart. (What I don't believe)

From the very beggining though, we can argue that he made the greek gods be in America to appeal for his target audience: American readers.

But whatever the reason it may be, when you come to analyze how he adapted many pantheons in America, you have to take a step back.

Whoever sent this, I'm sorry for not responding. I intended to respond after I had resolved some important affairs and then my dad died and everything went to pieces.

(Was it @deliajackson? I think you sent a similar message to me.)

Anyway, this question is interesting. If anyone wants to add on, they can.

[blaxcunicorn]

Diaboli's Angelus

Chapter: 8

Length: 6.9k

Authors note: Heeey, it's me again! sorry for being inconsistent. I sometimes struggle to post as I am rarely happy with my work hehe. Hope you have an amazing holiday and hope you enjoy the chapter❤️

Content warning: SA, parental neglect, death and depression

Tag: @okaystopwhore

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Zeke’s story starts fifteen years before Eren is born. At that time, Grisha was only the crown prince of Eldia. While sitting in the throne room with his parents, the rulers of Eldia a shaken, beautiful blonde, is let into the room. Her clothes were clean but you could tell that her clothes were worn out. The ladies of the court giggle behind their fans which Grisha responds with a deathly glare. The young woman turns red while shakenly curtsy. “What’s your name, love?” The queen asks the poor girl. Her heart ached for the young woman. She looked like a scared dog. “Dina, Your Majesty,” she says not daring to look at the Queen. “I can tell by your accent that you are not Eldian. What takes you to Eldia?” The Queen continues. “I escaped the growing poverty in Marley. I ended up in Eldia in hopes of finding a job as a maid for the royals.” Dina says, looking up in hopes of finding any form of kindness in the rulers' eyes. That’s when Grisha gets a proper look at her beauty. He is quickly taken by her beautiful soft blue eyes and grace.

Grisha quickly turns his attention to his father’s sigh “We would have loved to take you in, but there are just not more positions for maids in the Castle.” His father says with a heavy heart. “I-I understand, thank you for your time.” She says softly while turning around in humiliation. “W-Wait!” Grisha shouts as Dina is on her way to the door. “My main maid is old and might need some assistance.” He says quickly, a bit embarrassed of how everyone was looking at him. His father nods “Thinking about it. Margaret is getting quite old. She has been working in the palace for the past fifty years. Getting her a little support wouldn’t hurt.” The King smiles. “Thank you so much” Dina curtsies for Grisha and his parents. 

Dina Settled into the work immediately and grew quite close to Margareth, who has taken a maternal role in Dina’s life. Grisha is taking a stroll around the palace when he sees Margaret and Dina hanging up clothes. “Are you settling in, Dina?” He asks with a smile.  “Yes, thank you, Your Highness.” The young maid blushes.

One day Margaret fell a bit ill and tasked Dina to clean the Prince’s chamber. While dusting around, she finds a door. She thought it was an extension of the chamber that needed to be cleaned as she opened the room, she saw that it is a bit office hidden behind that door. The office, unexpectedly spacious, was adorned with an intriguing array of artifacts that vividly showcased the prince's intrepid nature. Richly coloured tapestries graced the walls, portraying distant landscapes and enigmatic terrains, imparting an air of exoticism to the room.

At its heart lay a majestic oak desk, impeccably organised with scrolls, maps, and ledgers. A collection of antique globes graced the desk's surface, offering a visual narrative of the world's diverse continents and vast oceans. Shelves were adorned with captivating trinkets and treasures from distant realms—a display of delicate seashells, finely crafted figurines, and small chests filled with vibrant gemstones.

Maps of varied sorts bedecked the walls—an assortment of meticulously detailed charts revealing intricate trade routes and unexplored territories, alongside weathered parchments evoking ancient lands lost to time.

The sight captivated Dina, transporting her imagination to realms of wonder and adventure, a stark departure from the confines of her routine within the palace. The scene before her instilled a profound sense of admiration for the prince's ventures, kindling within her an earnest longing to venture beyond the castle walls and explore the unknown. She takes a close look at the maps before hearing footsteps behind her. She quickly turned around and apologised to the prince. “Don’t apologise. It is a big world we live in. Are you interested in travelling?” Grisha asks with a soft smile. “I-I never thought about travelling. I have never been travelling as I grew up in the Marlian internment zone.” She says, a bit ashamed and embarrassed. “How was it like? Your childhood.” Dina’s eyes widened as no one had ever taken any interest in her and her story. She tells him about her being a  bastard andabandoned on the streets but was luckily taken in by a poor woman that she considers her mother. Her mother died in a robbery while bread shopping. Dina feels her heart arch thinking about her mother “Have you heard about the seven seas?” Grisha quickly says tochange the topic as he notices the sadness washing over her. That night they stayed up talking about the world and Grisha’s travels. It was that very night Dina and Grisha fell in love. 

Dina became quickly known for being a beautiful flower in the castle, always respectful and kind. She caught many admirers' eyes, especially a knight by the name of James. He has proposed to her at least three times but she declines them every time as her heart belongs to Prince Grisha. James, however, did not take it lightly. One night after a long shift, he traps Dina as she is on her way to the maids' courter. He quickly pushes her onto the wall, trapping her while trying to slide down her underwear. Dina’s screams were quickly shut by his hands. “If you don’t want to marry me, I guess…I have to impregnant you to get what I want” he growls in her ears. Tears are streaming down her face as he rips her top exposing her bare breasts. Luckly her short scream was heard by Grisha who were taking a short walk through the palace. He rushes over to find the two of them, all Grisha sees is red as he punches the knight. James was about to fight back only to realise who hit him knowing that putting up a fight will lead to his execution the very next morning. Grisha on the other hand punches him in anger none stop, not realising the vlood dripping of his knuckle. Dina pulls his arm away from James bloody face“Your Highness, it's enough, please stop”, she cries, bringing him back to reality.  Grisha tells him to leave tonight or else tomorrow will be the last day for him to see the sunlight.  Grisha leads Dina to his chamber and wraps a blanket over her to cover her exposed chest. They sit in front of the fire as he comforts her, that very night they shared their first kiss. Their relationship started blossoming from that night. Grisha would leave Dina love letters, making her blush like a school girl.  Dina would spend the night at Grisha’s chamber and leave early right before sunrise. Margaret grew suspicious of them as Grisha would under breakfast squeeze Dina’s hand while thanking her for serving him. The old maid pulls Dina to the side “You need to be careful, my dear” she says concerned. “There is nothing to worry about Margaret” Dina responds giving her an reasuring smile. As the blonde servant was on her way out of the room she collapsed. “Dina!” Grisha shouts rushing to help her. Hisparents gave each other a look as their son’s action was a bit weird. “Margaret, please take her to a doctor!” He orders. Margaret is next to Dina, she was only allowed into the room by because she told the doctor that she is her mother, which the doctor finds a bit strange since they have different accents. “Contratulations Dina, you are with chid.” The doctor smiles. Silence filled the room and the doctor leaves due to the awkward nature of the situation. Margaret grabs Dina’s shoulders and whispers “Who impregnated you?” Dina cries and reveals that Grisha is the father of her child. “My dear, you need to get rid of the child.” Margaret says stroking Dina’s back. “I-I can’t do it. The child is innocent” She hulks. The elderly maid sighs and tells her that she needs to tell Grisha, gather her stuff and leave before the king and queen finds out. 

Later that evening, Dina tells a shocked Grisha that him that she is with child. “We could run away together and raise the child.” She says hopeful. That dream got crushed quickly by Grisha that tells her in a shaken voice, that he is going to marry the daughter of the head of the Shiganshina province in order to settle the ongoing civil war.Dina cries as reality hits her, those precious moments she shared with Grisha clouded her logic. He is going to be the next ruler of Eldia while she is just some poor girl from the slums of Marley. “I assume that you wish to keep the child as you suggested that we…” Dina responds with several short nods. “I will fix a house for you in Marley. No one can know of this pregnancy because if my parents were to find out, they would force you to terminate the pregnancy, with or without you being alive. In addition to that, it might ruin the marriage deal with the Shiganshinas.” Dina nods as tears are streaming down her face. Grisha raises her head with his fingers under her chin. “Come back once I’m King, and I’ll try to see if I can sort out some agreement for you to live safely here in the Kingdom. It might take a couple of years, but I wish also to raise our child,” he says, touching one hand on her stomach. The night after was Dina’s departure, Grisha had not come to bid her farewell as he didn’t want to bring any suspicion onto Dina’s disappearance.

Dina felt miserable in Marley, don’t get it wrong, she had everything she needed and more. Grisha installed loyal Marlian servants to assist Dina with everything she needed. She didn’t have to lift a finger. However going through her first pregnancy alone is something no woman wishes upon herself. They were seven lonely months, and Dina was not in any circumstances, allowed to communicate with people from the outside. The servants were strictly told by Grisha that no one could know about Dina’s pregnancy. Her depression vanished on August 1st when she gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. He had her blue eyes and blonde hair. He was perfect. All she could do was sobbing and whisper, “I’m so sorry, you have just taken your first breaths and already is your life going to be a living hell because of me…Zeke…however, I promise you it will get easier”

Zeke was a quiet child, and he preferred to play within his mother's proximity. Many of the servants pity him as it might have been a result of the two of them being isolated from the outside world. Dina sent Grisha several letters regarding Zeke’s birth and their well-being, but she never received any letters back. Dina was still hopeful, and he might not respond in fear of his parents. As soon as Grisha becomes King, they’ll be able to move back to the Eldian palace. Zeke will be able to get freedom, have friends and get some proper education. She looks over at her son reading a book. 

Zeke on the other hand was a smart kid, he has several times overheard his mother talk to the servants about this “Grisha” and how she is desperately longing for him and can’t wait for him to meet Zeke “his son”. He didn’t know anything else about his father, but was smitten by his mother's positivity and patiently awaited his father’s arrival along side his mother. 

However, when Zeke turned eight did his impatient crumble. He saw a bunch of kids his age playing outside the house. This is the first time Zeke has every seen kids around his age, as the house was isolated in the middle of the woods. The kids however were shooed away by some of their servants. “Mother, who is Grisha?” Dina’s eyes widen and tears are streaming down her face. “Honey, where did you learn that name from?” Zeke looks down in a mix of guilt and shame. “I-I have overheard you talk about him, i-is it true? Is he my father.” Dina embraces Zeke in a hug and sobs “Y-yes.” She sniffs causing chills down Zeke’s spine. “Mother, why am I not allowed to play with other kids?” Dina freezes. She has not prepared for this conversation as she hoped that their lives would go back to normal sooner than this. “W-we are waiting for your father to let us out of the house.” Zeke was confused but trusted his mother’s words. 

However, those words would be in vain as she fell ill right after his ninth birthday. Zeke never left his mother’s side as he prayed and hoped that his father would show up to get them out of the prison of a house. The last thing he wished was for his mother to die, lonely.The doctors suspected that Dina felt ill due to her being isolated for so long. Dina died three months later. Zeke was rushed out of her bedroom one morning after tiredly trying to wake his mother for breakfast. One of the maids came out with tears in her eyes. Her name was Fanny, and she had taken care of Zeke while Dina was ill. She was also Marlian, and she grew fond of both Zeke and Dina. Her husband, Ksaver used to throw ball with Zeke from time to time. “Z-Zeke…I’m so sorry,” she hulks, embracing the little boy into a hug. Ksaver comes running up the stairs and is in disbelief. They all thought that Dina was going to be better, they rensured Zeke all the time. The married couple, however, are shocked to see no tears running down Zeke’s face. He was more furious than sad he killed her. He killed her, is all  Zeke can think. “Zeke, can I talk to you for a minute?” Ksaver says, escorting the young blond out of the house to talk. “Here, Zeke, these are three envelopes  from your mother.” Zeke stares at them in confusion. They are addressed to three people. To himself, to  King Grisha and to Queen Carla. “King Grisha? Queen Carla?” Zeke says, confused. He rips open the envelope addressed to him

To my dearest Zeke,

As you probably have seen the title of the other envelopes is it true, you are the illegitimate son of King Grisha of Eldia. His Majesty and I met when I was a young servant at the royal castle. We fell in love, but life as its twisted ways. Which resorted in you being born and us having to isolate until His Majesty called for our return.

Zeke, from the bottom of my heart, I apologise for getting punished for my mistakes. I’m sorry that I couldn’t provide you a happier and better childhood, with lots of laughs and friends. However, I want you to know that you are my greatest achievement in life. I couldn’t have asked for a better son, the cold  loneliness of being isolated was hard on my but you brought warmth and sunshine everywhere you went. 

My final wish for you is to live a happy life with lots of joy. 

Love,

Mom.

Zeke can feel the letters fade as tears are streaming down his face. “Zeke, you are the heir of the Eldian throne”, Ksaver says, kneeling in front of the young boy. The other Marlian workers kneel as well. “Zeke, I want you to meet King Magath of Marley. He’ll help you with the next steps, as being an illegitimate King is borderline impossible. However, remember that your father owes you that after what he put you and your mother through.” Ksaver finished, standing up. Zeke gives him a firm nod “Tell me, when can I meet King Magath?” he asks Ksaver. “I’m right here.” One of the men stood up, and he was dressed like a farmer in order not to draw attention of his subjects. “Prince Zeke, it will be an honour to assist you in taking the Eldian throne. Having a Marlian raised King in Eldia would strengthen Marley’s position.” Zeke gives the King a firm nod “I appreciate your help”, The boy says. What he does not know is that the Marlians want to use him as a puppy. They will use Zeke as the face of the Eldian regime but control everything from the shadows. 

It's been a year since his mother’s passing, and during that year, he went through an intense preparation for this day by the Marlian courts. They taught him how to behave in the courts and what was expected of him as a prince. He is currently sitting next to Ksaver on their way to the Eldian palace. As they arrive outside the castle, Zeke takes a deep breath admiring his castle. They are eventually let in by guards as they explain that they are here on behalf of the Marlian throne. They enter the Court hall, and there he sits, the devil himself, Zeke grits his teeth Just looking at his father makes him wanna vomit. Next to Grisha sits a highly pregnant Carla stroking her belly. Zeke’s stomach sunk at the view. He mentally prayed that the child was a girl. “I present to you, Prince Zeke Jeager of Eldia” Ksaver announces. The whole Court gasps and Grisha looks like he has seen a ghost. To Zeke’s surprise, the King runs down from his throne and embraces him. “Oh, Zeke…how I wanted to meet you.” Zeke remains stoic as his father cries. Everyone was shocked except Kenny Ackerman. Kenny was furious as he had spent the last nine years hiding the letters Dina wrote to Grisha and replaced them with a letter stating that she wanted nothing to do with him or Eldia and how she felt it was best if she raised Zeke by herself in Marley. “Father, I have these letters from my mother.” Grisha takes a good look at his son, and he is as beautiful as his mother. Grisha takes the letters but is confused, “Isn’t she here as well?” He asks. “She is dead,” Zeke says short gritting his teeth. “Dead?” Grisha almost lost balance. “Your Majesty!” Kenny shouts, catching the King and leads him back to the throne.

Grisha takes a look at the two envelopes, one addressed to himself and another addressed to Carla. He nervously hands over Carla the envelope. Carla has known of Zeke’s existence for years. Grisha was nervous to tell her, but he owed the woman he loved the truth. You read it right, Grisha fell for Carla the second he saw her. She was the opposite of Dina, loud and witty but he loved it about her. They bonded over their interest of travelling and aspirations of the future. Carla understood him in ways no other human being on this earth did, which led him to fall for her. He didn’t forget about Dina, but he wanted to respect her wish to be left alone. Grisha looks over at Carla, who is staring at him, waiting for him to open his letter. 

Dear King Grisha,

I hope this message finds you in good health and prosperity. It is with a heavy heart and a sense of urgency that I pen these words to you, knowing not if they will ever reach your eyes. As I write this, my time in this world draws near to an end, leaving behind a longing for what could have been.

Our shared past is one of secrets and whispers, hidden away from the scrutiny of the court. In the clandestine whispers of our love, a beautiful son was born, a testament to our youthful passion and affection. He is the embodiment of our fleeting moments of joy, and he carries within him the blood that binds us.

My days in this realm are numbered, and it pains me deeply to leave our son behind. As a mother, my only plea to you, my beloved Grisha, is to embrace our child with the same fervour with which we once embraced each other. I beseech you not to let the circumstances of his birth cloud your perception of him.

He is your son, borne of our shared love, and he deserves the warmth of your protection and guidance. Please, in the name of the love we once shared, grant our son a place within the kingdom. Let him not be tainted by the stigma of being illegitimate; let your love and grace be his sanctuary.

I entrust his future into your hands, praying that you will watch over him and nurture him as your own. I implore you, do not let our son suffer the ill fate of being marginalised for something beyond his control. He deserves a chance at a life worthy of his lineage.

In my final moments, I find solace in reminiscing about the happiness we shared in our time together. The memories of our love are etched in the fabric of my being, and they shall forever remain the source of my fondest moments.

I bid you farewell, my beloved Grisha. May our son find favour in your heart, and may your love and compassion shield him from the trials of this world. Know that I was at my happiest when we were together and that love will forever endure in my heart.

Yours eternally,

Dina

Grisha’s heart felt heavy, she is dead? He shakes the feeling of as he sees Zeke stare at him. He needs to be strong for his son and his wife who is currently staring at her who is looking down on her envelope. “D-do you wish to open it?” He asks her. She just nods and shakenly opens the envelop addressed to her. 

Your Majesty Queen Carla,

I hope this letter finds you in good health and high spirits. As I write these words, my heart weighs heavy with an immense burden that I am about to place upon your gracious shoulders. Please, I beseech you to hear my plea with an open heart and mind.

In the shadows of the past, a secret was buried, one that I must now unearth before I depart from this world. It is a secret that carries both the weight of love and the burden of responsibility.

I address you with the deepest reverence, fully acknowledging your role as the Queen and wife to King Grisha. It is not without the utmost respect and humility that I convey my earnest request to you.

In the fleeting days of my life, my thoughts are consumed with the welfare of our son. The child borne of a love once shared between King Grisha and myself. I am acutely aware that this revelation may place an unexpected burden upon you, and for that, I offer my sincerest apologies.

My only wish, Queen Carla, is for you to extend your graciousness and compassion to our son. He is innocent, blameless for the circumstances of his birth, and my deepest prayer is for him to live a life of happiness and safety.

I beseech you to consider him as one of your own, to embrace him with the same love and care you extend to your royal children. Allow him to flourish within the warmth and shelter of your heart.

I understand the complexities that such a situation may bring upon your household. Therefore, I solemnly promise that our son, Zeke, will not seek to assert any claim to the throne. His aspirations lie elsewhere, and I implore you to nurture his dreams with the same kindness you bestow upon your own offspring.

Please forgive the weight of this request, Your Majesty. It is made with the purest intentions, solely for the well-being of our son. I entrust his future to your benevolence and grace.

With the deepest gratitude for your understanding and compassion,

Dina

Carla’s tears are dripping on the letter, how could she shun away this young boy. “I promise, I will Dina” she whispers quietly to herself. “Darling, we should take him in and hire him a tutor. H-he can stay in the prince chamber next to the great hall.” Carla suggests. Grisha smiles as he squeezes Carla’s hand. “Would you like that, Zeke?” The blonde boy nods smiling. He looks over at Ksaver that gives him a thumbs up, as they are now closer to the throne than ever. To Zeke’s disappointment did he end up getting a younger half brother. He had love for his brother but envied how attached Grisha was to him and how he is the heir of the throne. Zeke and the Marlian royal court have a secret meeting fiftheen years later about the issue of Eren and the throne. “He is still young, we need to take him out before he is of age.” King Magath suggests. Zeke refuses to take part in killing his brother, but rather suggests that they find a way to make the Eldian court believe that he is unfit for the throne. They never came to an agreement and the Marlian court decides to try and take out Eren and the royal couple behind Zeke’s back while they are going for the annual trip to Stochess. This is still unknown to both Zeke, Eren and the rest of the world. The murder of Carla is what caused the rebelling in Shiganshina as they suspect Zeke taking part of the murders. 

Zeke’s arrival to the palace  caused a divide in the palace. One side you have the “Zekers” they are a minority that believe that Zeke is the rightful heir to the throne as he is the oldest son of Grisha and that the oldest always takes the throne. They also trust in Zeke as he has shown great intelligence. On the other side you have the “Erens” that as you can guess, supports Eren. They believe that he is the heir as Grisha wished for him to success him. Eren is also the glue to keep Shiganshina calm because of ancestry from his maternal side. They also argue that he is the legitimate son of Grisha and has shown great leadership skills after the death of his parents, he is a natural born king. On top of that has his aggressive foreign policy transformed Eldia to the current hegemon of the world. 

“The aftermath of all of this, is what you saw on the tea party” Historia finishes. Both you and Darcy are speechless, is this what’s being going on in the castle. “One thing I don’t understand is, why are they involving Her Majesty?” Darcy asks looking over at you. You nervously swallow as Historia says “Her Majesty is now his Majesty’s strongest trumpet card. The alliance between Eldia and Capri has boomed our economy as Capri is a well respected nation.” You respond with a nod “It’s that why Pieck was acting all weird? It doesn’t explain why she defended me, when E- His Majesty was confronting me.” Historia takes a deep breath, which is scarying you. Her eyes looked as almost. “They, want to turn you against Eren by making you believe that they are your allies.” She finishes. “What about Lady Pieck?” You say gulping heavy, playing with your fingers. You grew fond of Zeke’s wife and after the fiasko of a teaparty you hoped that the two of you could sort of the problems as sisters-in-law. “The Fingers aren’t the highest ranked nobels. Nobel families get their rank up through marriages to the crown. That’s why Lady Leonhart and Lord Arlet are of the highest ranked nobels, since their ancestors married into the Jeager bloodline.” Historia says. You nod as you do the same in Capri. It is a tool that helps making allies in the courts in order to prevent coups. “The Fingers offered Pieck to Eren when they were 12 years old. The Jeager’s refused as they wished to give Eren the freedom to choose a wife of his own. They knew that he would refuse to settle down with someone who were not of his choice. Zeke on the other hand wanted to marry Lady Pieck when She was of age. It’s speculated among the courts that Zeke promised the Fingers that he would make her Queen.” Historia finishes. “Why did he decide to marry a lower ranked nobel, if he wants to be king? Aren’t the odds higher if he married a higher ranked nobel” Daisy asks. “No high ranked nobelman wishes to disgrace his family by marrying their daughter off to some bastard. The Fingers aren’t that well respected snd put their bet on Zeke. It is also speculated that he wished to marry Lady Pieck because of her great intelligence.” Both you and Darcy are speechless. 

“I-I see, thank you for telling us Historia.” You finish. The blonde girl curtsies and excuses herself as she needs to help the others clean up after the teaparty. “Shit, I never imagined that the Eldian royal family was that messy.” Darcy says helping you out of your dress. “Me neither” you sigh feeling a bit tired. 

You are currently sitting in a political meeting with the Eldian royal Court. Eren is sitting on the right end of the table while you are seated at the left and of the very same table. Pixie is reading out the suggestions made by the court as to where the governmental fundings should go. “Better roads in Wall Rose” he says and everyone responds with nods. It was intimidating as you are the only woman in the room, but you had to suck it up since you are there to guarantee that the Eldian court won’t backoff any deals they make with Capri. “Invest money in…orphanages?” Pixies says confused. You wanted to slide down of your seat as you nervously raised your hand. Your underarms are sweating and your cheeks are on fire. Pixies looks at you confused, “Your Majesty I-” Eren is quickly woke up from his boredom as you rose up from your seat. Your legs are shaking but you need to stand your ground, how are you else going to be able to fight for Capri’s rights when you can’t fight for your own ideas. “I believe that we should invest in the orphanages as children are roaming around the kingdom with no place to stay. The current orphanages are overwhelmed and underinvested. How can we neglect the future of this kingdom?” You finishes sitting down, seeing your heart pound from your chest. Pixies looks down in shame, so do the other court members. 

“I believe its an amazing idea.” Your husband grins and nods at Armin. The blonde advisor quickly finds the paper with the overview of the spending allowed for the year. “According to our finances can we afford this as we profited a lot from the war with Neglanian Empire.” He says giving you an assuring nod. You smile at the two men before looking around at the Court men “Are there any objections?” All the men shakes their heads, which brings calmness to your heart as you were able to keep your promise to Beatrice. As the meeting is wraps up and all the men leaves you stop Eren. “Thank you for helping me out there.” You say chuckling. “Don’t thank me, it was all you. The idea of investing in the orphanage was a good idea. You are like the mother of the nation.” He smiles. A familiar burning sensation reaches your cheeks and you take a deep breath to calm yourself down a bit. “Well, that makes you the father of the nation…huh.” You teasingly say elbowing his arm. His cheeks turns pink, he wanted to respond but is called by Armin. “I have to go love, I have a lot of boring paperwork to finish up. I’ll see you tonight.” He says lifting your cheek to give you a peck on the lips. If he knew that this was the last time he’d kiss you in a while, he’d make it last forever. As he leaves you feel someone standing behind you. You turn around to see a maid curtsying “Sorry for the disturbance, your Majesty. Lady Pieck sent me.” She says giving you an envelope. “Thank you” You say nervously and walks to your chamber. In there is Historia making your bed. “H-Historia?” The blonde girl drops the bedsheets on the bed and comes rushing. “I got this letter from Lady Pieck.” You show her the envelop addressed to you. She swallows heavy while looking at the letter. Your fingers shake as you open the envelop and you read out loud. 

My Dearest Queen Y/n,

I hope this letter finds you in good health and spirits. I write to you today with a humble heart and a sincere desire for reconciliation and understanding between us.

I must express my deepest regrets for the chaos I inadvertently caused at the recent tea party. My words and actions may have caused discomfort, and for that, I am profoundly sorry. Criticizing King Eren's ruling method was impulsive and inappropriate, and I deeply regret any offense it may have caused you or your esteemed guests.

In light of this, I extend an earnest invitation for tea at my chambers this evening. It would be an honor to host you, to share apologies, and to bridge the gap that may have arisen between us. I hope this gesture will serve as a humble attempt to mend our relationship and set aside any differences we might have.

As sister-in-laws, I believe it is essential for us to foster mutual respect and understanding. I value your wisdom and grace and hold a sincere desire to establish an amicable relationship between our families.

I eagerly await your gracious response and hope for the opportunity to extend my apologies in person.

With the utmost respect and sincerity,

Lady Pieck

Historia rushes to find you a dress the second you finish reading out the letter. “You must go Your Majesty, Zeke and Pieck view you as an innocent third party in this saga. If you decline, they’ll know who’s side you are on and with this you might get valuable information from Pieck.” You slowly nod as you feel an uncomfortable knot in your stomach. You know Historia is right, in order to help Eren you need to get on Lady Pieck’s good side and try to suck out any information from her. You nervously twist on the gold ring Eren gifted you on his proposal. Historia pulls out a beautiful baby blue dress with white flowers on it. You tilt your head in confusion as Historia seemed nervous. “Y-your Majesty, do you wish to wear this dress? Forget it I can find you something else I-” You place your hand on her shoulder “It’s beautiful, I really want to wear it.” You smile. Historia’s cheeks turns red as she says “R-really?? I made it myself”. You look at the dress, the white flowered details are amazing “Oh, wow Historia. You are really gifted, I’m honored and grateful that you made me this dress.” You touch the soft fabric, and feel an exitement brewing. Historia curtsies as a sign of gratitude as she picks up a white laced bow tie and gently grabs a couple of braids from the front and  ties it on the back of your head. “There, let’s get you in this dress” She says excitedly. You make a little twirl to show your dress to Historia with a big smile. Your smile slowly fades as you remember your teaparty with Pieck. Historia must have noticed your nervousness as she says “If you want, I can come with you? I can help out cleaning after the teaparty.” She gives you a warm and assuring smile. Historia is too kind, she has really been your support system through out your stay in Eldia besides of course Darcy and Mikasa. 

Historia squeezes your hand as comfort when the doors of Pieck’s chamber opens. You were stunned her chamber had distinctive dark aesthetic. The walls are draped in luxurious dark velvet curtains, deep shades of navy or burgundy, which gracefully frame tall arched windows. The windows allow thin streams of soft, muted light to filter into the room, casting an enchanting glow that enhances the chamber's ambiance. A grand mahogany writing desk stands prominently against one wall, adorned with intricate carvings and embellishments, a testament to craftsmanship. The desk is accompanied by an ornate high-backed chair, upholstered in a rich velvet fabric matching the curtains.A collection of old books lines one side of the chamber, filled with leather-bound volumes and ancient tomes. In the middle you see the table itself is an exquisite piece crafted from polished dark wood, with intricate carvings and embellishments along its edges. Adorned with an ornate tablecloth in deep shades of broqn, it drapes gracefully over the table's surface, adding a regal touch. At the center of the table sits a magnificent centerpiece, a bouquet of velvety dark roses interspersed with delicate black orchids, carefully arranged in an intricately designed silver vase. Each place setting is meticulously arranged with fine porcelain dinnerware, elegantly accented with delicate silver trim. The dinner plates, edged with a subtle floral pattern, are complemented by polished silver cutlery arranged on either side. A selection of treats are arranged beautifully on a silver serving tray at her place setting. Delicacies such as exquisite pastries, dainty finger sandwiches. 

You could tell that she really planned this through. Pieck stands up at your arrival “Thank you for accepting my invite Your Majesty” she says while curstying elegantly. You are stunned by her grace, no wonder Zeke choice her as his wife. “Thank you for inviting me.” You say short with a nervous smile. Historia rushes over to stand next to Sasha and the other helpers as soon as she helps you settle down. Sasha gives Historia a nervous but the blonde responds with a reassuring albowing on her arm to indicate that you won’t fall for Piecks plan. However, that did not reassure Sasha at all as she is aware of what is awaiting.

 One of the maids pours you some tea and you give her a small thank you as you take a sip. A single tear falls from your eyes as you realise what type of tea it is. “I got Darcy to bring me some after her visit in Capri, I have heard that you Caprians take pride in your herbs.” Pieck says with a smile. “This tea is Johan’s favorite. I used to force him to drink tea with me back when I still used to live in Capri. He used to hesitate because he felt that it was “unmannly” but he always gave in. I used to offer him all the herbal teas I could get my  hands on but he always loved drinking the hibiscus tea, which was the first tea I ever offered him.” You sniff with a smile. Pieck became very invested in your little story. “Who is this Johan? A Lord?” She smiles. You shake your head “No, he was my knight.” Pieck takes a sip to hide her mischievous smile. “You knight, as in your royal knight?” You nod starring down at the tea’s beautiful dark red color. 

Historia’s eyes widen as she quickly remember seeing you emotionally hugging a tall blonde knight right while cleaning after the wedding ceremony. She also remember seeing Eren starring intensely at the two of you. Now it hit her, she remember cleaning up cigarette buts in the hall way and there is only one person she knows that would throw cigarette buts inside. “Were you in love with him?” Pieck asks with an innocent smile. The tea you swallowed ended up in your air pipe and grab the brown napkin covering your mouth as you cough intensely. “No” you rasp out as you take the same napkin to dry your tears. “Come on Your Majesty. I know that it is prohibit for us nobel women to be with someone with a title, but they can stop us from innocently loving them. We are practically sister, your secrets are always safe with me.” She is right and you did have a small crush on Johan when you were kids. He was funny, charming, brave, protective and the only person that saw you for you, no title, just you. “I-I used to have a small crush on him when we were kids.” You say low, not revealing that they are some unexplored feelings left. “That’s very cute…now, let me tell you my little secret. I believe that as your sister, you must know the truth.” She could read the panic in your eyes as she makes an apologetic face. Pieck actually felt bad for you, as you were clueless on what has been going on in the palace. She takes a deep breath and what she told you would change your world from now on. “Your Majesty!” Historia shouts as you drop the tea cup on the floor. “T-thank you for having me.” You curtsy quickly before rushing out of the room. 

[untremaine]

Rebecca's eyes meet hers. Margarethe says, "I suppose you have questions."

She waits for the deluge--who are you, what do you want, what are you doing here, I'll call the police--and, meanwhile, uncorks the wine she's taken from the generous collection Rebecca keeps. She pours for both of them. She rarely partakes anymore. There is a too-muchness about human food that she can't tolerate; her tongue will become intimately acquainted with the oak barrels splitting and sweating with moisture, the grapes and their skins, the dusting of mold when they were growing, the pesticides used, the clay content of the soil, and so on, and frankly, when one wishes to be drunk, it's all a bit much.

"Why don't you sit with me, hmm? Before you start fainting or whatever it is you want to do." Rebecca is not a woman who faints. Margarethe has watched her long enough to know it. Still, she's seen stranger reactions to dread and fear; she's known humans to retch, to sob, to simply fold into catatonia. "We'll talk and then you'll decide if you'd still like to faint."

She has spent most of Rebecca's life at a distance. In the years since Rupert married her, she's closed that distance, inch by inch; some nights she's sat unseen just outside the bedroom window, and Rebecca's never known. Once, she stood on the doorstep and Rupert found her there, scolded her for the silliness of standing on her own stoop like a stranger, ushered her inside with a hand on her lower back and tsked softly about the bigness of her hips, that she'd have to cut back. She thought of killing him right there. He never revoked that invitation: now Margarethe can sit waiting at Rebecca's kitchen island, as though it really were her own.

Distance closed and looking into Rebecca's face is a unique thing, really, hm, almost eerie. If Margarethe had the capacity for awe, she might feel it. Not like looking into a mirror, not at all, because Rebecca is alive, and her aliveness is so vivid in each detail, in the twitch of her eyelids, her parted lips, the way her living blood tints the most delicate parts of her--her nose, her ears, her expressive hands--and how it drains away from her face and leaves her with pallor under her tan, her eyes with their quicksilver green that change so quickly, so sensitively with each feeling and thought, now staring.

Alive. Alive, though wounded. Like a deer limping with an arrow in its flank. The sort of thing you might kill out of mercy.

"I was so very sorry about your divorce," she says. "What a disappointment. Rupert, I mean. I'd rather hoped he'd die and simply leave it all to you."

@afuckinglion

[tehuti88-art]

2/9/24: r/SketchDaily theme, "Free Draw Friday." This week's character from my anthro WWII storyline is Christof Dannecker. He's the son of Else Dannecker, younger brother of Margarethe, and stepson of Ernst. He's the only one of Gret's family who stands by her after her involvement in Ernst Dannecker's death, and he helps her whenever he can after she flees home. There'll be more about him later in my art Tumblr and Toyhou.se, though there's already some about him in Else's entry.

Regarding his design, he's a Pomeranian.

TUMBLR EDIT: Christof, brother of Margarethe, Tanja, and Bernhard, has already appeared in Else's entry. He's not a major character, and isn't that old (he's the second Dannecker sibling, maybe a couple of years younger than Gret), so I haven't much history for him, and much of it applies to the rest of his family as well. Same as with Gret and the other two, he loses his father, a soldier in the Heer, in combat, and the family struggles to get by on what Else earns alone. She runs into Ernst Dannecker, commandant of the local labor camp, while on a grocery outing with her kids; not long after he wheedles his way back into her life and soon sweeps her off her feet, quickly convincing her to marry him and move her family in with him, making them dependent on him. You've seen already that Dannecker's plans are actually for the teenaged Gret, and not Else; as such, he makes sure to spoil the children, the better to win them over. He fawns over Gret especially, though of course, if grooming her doesn't work, there's always coercion. The main thing is to convince her own family to believe him over her, and sadly, for the most part, it works.

Gret is suspicious from the start and her suspicions are well founded. Unknown to her, Christof is uncertain as well, though he isn't sure why and can't explain it, so he says nothing. Dannecker is kind to him, buys him toys and clothes and books like the family could never afford before, pays to send him to a good school, fencing lessons, etc., so he tries to be grateful. He finally figures out what's going on when he wakes up late one night, he's not sure why, and gets up to leave his and Bernhard's room. On his way through the hall to get a drink of water he thinks he hears a noise from Gret's room, and pauses to peer inside. He sees something so inexplicable and horrifying that he quickly backs away and hurries back to his room, forgetting all about his drink. He never tells anyone about what he saw...until the alarm goes off at the camp one day, they're notified that there's been a prisoner escape, Dannecker is dead, and Gret is involved and is missing, and then Gret shows up on their doorstep late one night. Christof wakes in time to hear his mother berating Gret for Dannecker's death and calling her a liar when she accuses him of things no stepfather should ever do; he finally dares to speak up, to confirm that Gret is telling the truth, he knows because he saw. And he's sorry he kept silent for so long.

He's shocked when his words have the opposite effect than intended. Else still sides with Dannecker--now claiming that Gret must have seduced him. When she starts screaming for her to get out, Christof is the one to help her hastily pack up some clothes and goods and head out the back. There, he's nearly shot in the head by Josef Diamant, one of Dannecker's former prisoners and the ringleader of the escape, the guy who actually did kill Dannecker (with Gret's help); Gret intervenes, and brother and sister tearfully part ways, but not before Christof promises Gret that he'll help her any time he can, all she has to do is ask. He returns to the house, where his mother forbids him from ever mentioning Gret again or else she'll disown him, too. Reasoning that he can be more helpful to Gret from home, Christof obeys, although it breaks his heart to see his two younger siblings buy the story their mother tells them that Dannecker was a good man, and essentially "forget" that their oldest sibling ever existed.

It isn't that long before Christof notices a strange man standing near the corner of a building, during a family visit to a market, furtively gesturing at him; he's nervous until the man seems to grow a bit frustrated, then pulls something out and quickly flashes it at him. It's a jack of diamonds playing card. Christof makes an excuse to briefly part ways with his mother and hurries across the street and around the corner, where he promptly asks the man if Gret is all right. The man--thin, dark skinned, with odd brown-and-blue eyes, and huddled in an oversized coat with his cap pulled low to shield his face--seems perplexed but assures him she's fine. He says Gret is the reason he's there, and explains something they need Christof to do, involving dropping something off at a certain time and location. Christof says he'll have to come up with an excuse to keep his mother in the dark, but he'll do his best; he only asks the man to pass along to Gret the message that he loves her. While the drop is needed, it's also intended as a test, set up by Diamant to determine how trustworthy and reliable Christof really is. And Christof passes the test, following through on his promise. Gret is disgruntled to learn of the test, and grouses at Diamant, "I told you he meant it."

Christof continues helping Gret--by informally aiding the Diamond Network, the resistance organization that springs into existence in the wake of Diamant's escape--throughout the remainder of the war. After the war's end, although Else never stops blaming Gret for the loss of her husband, and Tanja and Bernhard pretty much stand by her (they really don't know any other way to think), Christof still stands by Gret; brother and sister reunite, hugging each other hard, tears in their eyes. (By now Christof is grown and doesn't depend on Else anymore, so she has no real threat to dangle over him, and grudgingly drops her vow to disown him; still, she refuses to listen to anything he says regarding Gret, so he stops trying.) Christof again apologizes for not speaking up sooner about Dannecker's abuse; Gret says she doesn't forgive him, as there's nothing to forgive--she blames Christof for nothing. He offers to let her live with him and to take care of her if she needs it, yet Gret says she may have something else lined up, and she'll let him know soon if it goes through. They promise to keep in touch.

Some time later, Christof receives a letter: Gret has moved into a mountain town some distance from the city, and has taken a job as a clerk in a jewelry store--Diamant's jewelry store. She has her own room located over the shop; it's small, but it's home. She and Christof write frequently, but don't get to visit much due to distances; still, they at last get the chance to have lunch together in the city. Gret arrives with a familiar face: the strange man who'd met with Christof to set up his initial task so long ago, the one with the odd mismatched eyes. He seems nervous as Gret introduces him as Lukas Mettbach, a Sinto and former prisoner like Diamant. Although he distrusted and despised Gret early on--frequently calling her "Nazi b*tch" for her relation to Dannecker--over time he slowly grew to respect her, and they recently got back in touch when he started to work as an informal courier for Diamant. Turns out the two of them have developed romantic feelings for each other. As a member of one of the same groups Gret's people had persecuted and considered "subhuman" during the war, Lukas still has a lot of misgivings considering a relationship; yet Christof welcomes and accepts him immediately, clasping his hands in his own (startling Lukas, who has some aversions to being touched) and smiling at him. The way he sees it, if Gret is happy with Lukas, then Lukas is family.

It's not quite the family Gret and Christof grew up with...but in many ways, it's much better.

[Christof Dannecker 2024 [‎Friday, ‎February ‎9, ‎2024, ‏‎12:00:14 AM]]

[beforethepoison]

Like what’s something pop culture related that you constantly think about?

wow....Thats a very interesting question! I am not sure if I am going to answer what you want me to answer. Ok, Pop Culture that I'm constantly thinking about: The Beatles, Friends (The TV show) , The Office, Paul McCartney, Alexa Chung, Metallica, Arctic Monkeys, Alexandra Savior ( I created a tumblr for her) , Mia Goth (I even created a tumblr for her), AMY ADAMS!!!!!!LOIS LANE (specially if is Amy's). I am into some girls like Jane Birkin, Brigitte Bardot, Audrey Hepburn, Eartha Kitt, Nina Simone, Aretha Franklin, Anna Karina, Patty Boyd.

Also alot of Brazilian culture stuff: The architect Mauricio Arruda, Pão de Queijo (its a brazilian food. Its great!), Brigadeiro and Churros (sweets). And music like artists like Céu (I am wearing her merch right now lol) , Elza Soares, Rita Lee, Djavan, Chico Buarque, Caetano Veloso, Milton Nascimento (I am into their songs). I was just now listening to the record Clube da Esquina which was a HUGE record for the brazilian music.,

I think it's easier to say what I don't think about about at ALL. Sorry: I dont think about Taylor Swift, Harry Styles, Teenage Tv Shows such as American Horror Story, Stranger things, Black Mirror, Justin Bieber, Jonas Brothers, anything about Disney, Nickelodeon...Sweeney Sidney (I dont know if this is right. That blonde girl), that Glew guy....Whats the name of the Wednesday girl?Jenna Ortega (Ok, maybe this one I think about sometimes because I relate to her because of the eyes and hair). I dont ever think about Anya Taylor Joy because...I dont know I dont think she is interesting to me. TO ME (for other people she may is). I dont ever think about that Thimothee guy. I dont ever think about Keanu Reeves or River Phoenix. I dont ever think about Lily Rose Depp. (BUT I DO SEARCH some pics of her mom because i think its very nostalgic some how?? and I wish I had her mother's problems when she was young).

I guess this a ok answer I guess.

BUT.I just created the now and then....the so-so list of artists that I think...Now and then...or so-so...

Selena Gomez

Lupita Nyong'O

Jessica Chastain

Bella Hadid (I think so...I wish she has more selfies. Why people are getting so fucking professional in instagrams... is missing all the fun!)

Angelina Jolie

Jennifer Aniston

Jolie kids

Shakira

Riri

Dave Grohl

Joaquin Phoenix e ROONEY MARA (specially her. The thing about her, is that I think is very lovely but she is a bit boring and closed person so we dont get to know her on interviews...Its very frustrating cause I wish I was her friend lol)

Margareth Qualley (I like her a lot!)

FKA Twigs. ( I basically support all the ladies victims of Shia LaShit*)

Karolyn Pho

Sometimes I think about Louise Verneuil.

I guess this is getting longer as fuck

sorrYy anon!. But here it is!

thank you so much for your creative question <3

[hi-im-erick-and-this-is-my-story]

the camp of cannibals ep6 s 3 part 1

as they were following the sound of Margareths voice they noiticed that the trees and the colors of the surroundings changed, what was withered, leafless oak changed into fresh and young spruce and what once was gray now was green and brown. They went forward and the voice was getting loauder and louder. And then when the voice was almost next to them they found a camp full of life there were, rat, kobolds, lizard folk and even a krikkrack althoug only one and there was Margareth as well, her hood was of and her face was bright as day, she was no longer sceared of the new planet, she was enjoying the stay here. who knew that it would only take her to join a cannibalistic camp to see how nice this world was. she got off her horse and welcomed everyone to the camp.

Margareth - hello i see you've made it safe and sound

Erick - it umm appears we did …

Margareth - alrighty, so theres a need for you Erick, I have to take you to Arkhel so you can meet him and talk things throug

Erick - who is-

Margareth - you will see soon. and the rest is free to explore but don't go too far from the camp.I will join you shortly when Erick is in the rigth place

Dorothy and Markus - Right

So the group split off. Erick went with Margareth, Dorothy went to the left and Markus to the right. When Erick got to the right place Margareth came up to Dorothy and she led her to a nice spot by a lake and Markus just ignored where they went compleatly

the camp of cannibals part 2

Markus went around seeing as Dorothy and Margareth left him behind he was finally alone to his own thoughts and actions. He was relived at the thought of no longer having to deal with the others. Until he heard it, a faint noise it was a song "only you" why did he hear it he was wondering and then something jumped at him from behind, pinning him down, and flipping him so his back is on the ground. It was a plantoid, a lotus flower to be specific, it looked nightmerish, it had thorns covering his entire body and claws made out of split leafs that imitated hands, it was dressed in clothes of a preist but his collar was black and on it's head were headphones that were playing this wreached song. He was just about to attack when the headphones were taken off his head and thrown away by an ant. The plants body changed the thorns grew into his body and the splits at the leafs combined into one big leaf. he began to apologise and got off of Markus

Plant - I am so so sorry

Markus - what the heck was that, who the hell are you even supposed to be huh

Ant - look he is cursed whenever the song begins to play he goes feral and starts attacking everything alive

Markus - Well i don't care and plus even if that little curse actually exists then why doesn't he have to wear i don't know a bite mask perhaps

Ant - what! That would be terrible, why would anyone even suggest that, who the hell are you and didn't you see the headphones he literally couldn't do anything about that, somone put them on him to play a dangeorous and mean prank on him

Markus - Oh well that seems like his problem

Ant - you are some terrible asshole, why would anyone take you here is beyond me, come on Philip let's go

Philip - ok Baryxon

Markus was left alone and he decided to go and sit down somewhere.

the camp of cannibals part 3

Margareth joined Dorothy now she had a backpack she must have been to her tent in the camp, she spoke

Margareth - Hey, come with i know a nice spot by the lake

Dorothy - lead the way then

And they went together to the lake and when they got there Margareth got a cozy blanket from her backpack and layed it on the ground. They sat down and Margareth got them some sweets and two sandwiches to munch on. At first they didn't talk they just sat and ate. Then Margareth layed her hand on the ground and Dorothy tried to do the same but accidenatly she layed her hand on that of Margareths.

Dorothy - oh, i am sorry i didn't mean to

Margareth - don't worry it's fine, i don't mind

Dorothy - you don't

Margareth - not at all i actually like it, i like you after all

Dorothy - Y- You do

Margareth - you really didn't notice, I always am by your side, sometimes I even sleep in the same room as you

Dorothy - so do friends i really didn't know that there was something more than that

Margareth - well you know that now

but before they could do anything more with this new found love a new voice called out everyone to come to the middle of the camp so they packed up and went together. Holding thier hands

the camp of cannibals part 4

Erick went with Margareth. He was taken to a huge tent and they went inside or at least Erick did Margareth got in called out the name "Arkhel" and went on her sweet way, so Erick just sat there awaiting whats to come. Then a figure came in from the tents other room

Figure - you must be Erick. Honey your visitor is here!

??? - get him here

Figure - please follow me

Erick followed the figure into the other room which it came from there was a chair there and someone sat on it but it was facing the other way then the chair turned around and Erick was shocked at who was in the chair. He was now sure he will get hurt and that he shouldn't have come here at all

Jayse - Good morning, Erick

Erick - Jayse! how did you get here do you live here?

Jayse - well after your little parthner threatend to scrap me i decided to run away

Erick - INTOMNIA DID WHAT!

Jayse - … you didn't know?

Erick - No

Jayse - …

Erick - i left when he started to talk about repeating this experiment on a lost soul, my theory is that he treats you as a failed experiment

Jayse - He wanted to repeat this?

Erick - unfortunetly but now we have new humans, as you noiticed, and me leaving erased the thoughts of repeating this experiment from his mind compleatly which is good news

Jayse - well then i think you would be interestead to break our little argument

Erick - what are you suggesting?

Jayse - i need your kidney for Margareth

Erick - what?

Jayse - she needs to eat a part of a human. You see her soul is connected to Arkhels like everyones from here, and because of that she needs to eat one of her own kind to not lose her mind and go feral, I suppose you would know him but i will ask it, Do you know Saint Philip?

Erick - yes the lotus flower preist

Jayse - she would be like him when he hears "only you" if she doesn't eat a human part

Erick - and if i give you my kidney you and i are even and we won't be enemies?

Jayse - exactly

Erick - then please take it

The whole operation took around 2 to 4 hours but i was worth the time. after it the kidney was prepeared and a feast was called after some more cooking, Margareth was sat at the main seat and was served the meal, she was informed what she was served, but the others weren't, for everyone it was just a feast to welcome all of the newcomers. Everyone ate and once they were finished the waiters cleand up after everyone. Everything was a success they spent some time at the cult and then were taken to thier home by Arkhel and Margareth. Margareth now was living in the cult but before she went back she kissed Dorothys cheeks as a goodbye. It was a good day for everyone

[bisluthq]

I’m so sorry I said I find MARGARETH annoying 🙏🏻 this is my formal apology to all women 🫶🏻

lol

[giverofwealth-blog]

anyway so a few notes re: my portrayal

i tend to see plouton as like... a very duty-focused guy. duty comes first and foremost, every time: he lives and dies (lol) by his focus on duty and a very strict rule of law. he believes in regimented existences, believes in things that are intentionally made to be cut and dry, to be either one thing or the other thing.

subsequently, plouton can come across as very extreme, but he isn’t an opinionated guy, and kind of keeps himself to himself. he rules hades because it is his lot in his life, and it is his duty. he takes it very seriously, and wouldn’t really trust anybody else to rule it - except persephone. 

as for the other gods, he has mixed opinions. of himself, poseidon and zeus, plouton is most certainly the quietest and the least likely to start an argument, but he is also the one who will be the most resolute and steadfast when a difference of opinion is had.

the other gods, he feels vaguely positive toward. he does not trust  dionysus in the least, but has a distinct soft spot for dio, for hephaestus, and for the others of the gods who are kinda pushed to the side. when plouton has a soft spot, it runs deep, too - he’s a very lonely guy that is kind of stiff and too formal, and knows how to socialise but often gets a bit too nervous and flustered to actually be social, despite the stern demeanour. he’s a deeply empathetic man, and once he cares for somebody, that really sticks. 

[margarethx]

your post about riley hcs is so true. sometimes i dream up fics where i need a character who is a past lover of the toxic or at least douchey variety and i need them to be significant and since riley is the most significant relationship we know of sams in canon he would be an obvious choice but i just cannot bring myself to make their love anything but pure lol like idk if theyd still be together after all these years had he lived but for me it's set that theirs was a healthy relationship

(Ask in relation to [THIS] post.)

You get it! This is exactly what I was talking about. I just don’t want to think about their relationship being bad or about Riley being an awful person. Maybe it’s because Sam was talking about him pretty fondly even after all this time or because in most fics he is described as someone nice, so I just internalized this interpretation of him... It’s hard to tell, but at this point it just doesn’t make sense to me when he and Sam aren’t in love until Riley’s last breath.

Technically, everyone can say anything about them and no one’s version would be incorrect given the lack of information (I do have some actual proof that they were at least good friends in canon, but it’s not the time for an essay). I won’t stop people from writing him as an asshole or some boring, irrelevant guy. It’s just pretty hard for me to imagine a reality where it’s the case. It’s weirdly upsetting to see Riley being presented as a rather bad person when I know how much he meant to Sam.

(Also... if people don’t want to make OCs for Sam’s mean ex, John Walker is right there xD And I think a lot of writers also used Rumlow in this role in the past. Rhodey could also work as Sam’s past love interest, if we’re going for a relationship that ended badly – see: “Civil War” – but the person he was with wasn’t bad themselves.)

[powerpolyculeshowdown]

CANON POLYCULE SHOWDOWN

this is a contest for canonically confirmed polycules or polycules that have a lot of hints to a possibility of them being canon, even if the authors might not have intended that way!

Beware of spoilers!! Some of these only become polycules later in the media they're from, and some of the descriptions describe a tragic fate for the polycule, so keep in mind there will be spoilers

rules can be found here

bracket can be found here

honorable mentions can be found here

links for all the match ups as they go live can be found in the MASTERPOST. it will be updated each round, but i will also tag every round to make them easier to find

help me w descriptions for the honorable mentions!

Round 2 part 2 finished.

Round 3 will go live on May 19th!

(#canonround2 or #pollycule if you want to search for the polls)

tags:

#canonpolyculeshowdown - for relevant updates and the polls

#pollycule - (yes double L) specifically for the showdown polls, to make it easier to find. doesn't include the prelims cause I only thought to add this after, sorry

#canonpropaganda - for, well, propaganda. ill post asks, reblog posts and maybe reblog reblogs

#honorablemention - for the ships that did not make it in (i will still make a post introducing all of them)

#tournamnt poll - the generally agreed on tag for blacklisting purposes. let me know if i forget to use it! i cant edit polls but it will remind me for the following round

#canonroundN - N being the number of the round we're in. so, for example: canonround0, canonround1, canonround2, etc. from the quarterfinals onwards, they'll also include the specific tag (#quarterfinals, etc). Check the post's tags for that ome if you want to look at all polls from that round!

list may be updated as needed.

if you submitted something that did not get in, nor was it posted as an honorable mention, and you wish to know why, feel free to send an ask.

LIST OF CONTESTANTS:

Nathan/Vlad/Ursula (Hunger Pangs)

Rilla/Arum/Damien (Penumbra Podcast)

Nathan/Gabriel/Annalise (The Bastard Son and the Devil Himself)

Ben/Ryn/Maddie (Siren Freeform)

Arthur/Guinevere/Lancelot (High Noon Over Camelot)

Quanxi/Pingsti/Cosmo/Long/Tsugihagi (Chainsaw Man)

Wu Zetian/Li Shimin/Gao Yizhi (Iron Widow)

Caleb/Astrid/Eadwulf (Critical Role)

Sadie/Walt/Anubis (The Kane Chronicles)

Rajan/Wolfgang/Kala (Sense8)

Princess Glisselda/Seraphina/Lucien (Seraphina)

Tess/Jacomo/Margarethe (Tess of the Road)

Logan/Jean Grey/Scott/Emma (X-Men)

Uzui/Hinatsuru/Makio/Suma (Demon Slayer)

Megaera/Thanatos/Zagreus (Hades)

Dianda/Simon/Patrick (October Daye)

Haruka/Michiru/Setsuna (Sailor Moon)

Asmodeus Alice/Clara Valac/Iruma Suzuki (Mairimashita, Iruma-kun!)

Aizo/Yujiro/Hiyori (HoneyWorks)

Kyle/Rogelio/Lonnie (She Ra)

Dashawn/Steve/Jose/Cupe R III/Otto/Arturo/Gregory/Quackers McQuack (Bojack Horseman)

Fluorite (Steven Universe)

Miss Piggy/Kermit/Gonzo (Muppets)

Sherlock/Watson/Mary (Sherlock Holmes movies)

Ichika Hoshino/Saki Tenma/Shiho Hinomori/Honami Mochizuki (Project SEKAI)

Tree Trunks/Mr. Pig/Alien Husband (Adventure Time)

Daniel/Sam/Jack/Teal’c (Stargate SG-1)

Mukai Naoya/Saki Saki/Nagisa Minase (Kanojo mo Kanojo/Girlfriend Girlfriend)

Eddie/Venom/Anne/Dan (Venom)

Peter Quill/Aradia/Mors (Guardians of the Galaxy)

George/Gilda/Thomas (Design for Living)

Leif/Thorn/Kale (Leif and Thorn)

Kieran/Ray/Gemma (Trigonometry)

Eugene/Rapunzel/Cassandra (Tangled the Series)

Jack/August/Rina (The Wicker King)

La’gann/Coral/Rodunn (Young Justice)

Syenite/Innon/Alabaster (Broken Earth)

Enrique/Hypnos/Sofia (The Gilded Wolves)

Max/Jack/Anne (Black Sails)

Pyrrha/Commander Wake/Gideon the First (The Locked Tomb)

Neptune/Venus/Jupiter (We Know the Devil)

Quincey/Jack/Arthur/Lucy (Dracula)

Amber/Reese/David (Adaptation)

Will/Tessa/Jem (The Infernal Devices)

Kieran/Cristina/Mark (The Dark Artifices)

Winter/Moon/Qibli (Wings of Fire)

Camille/Nyra/Dendro (Muted)

Sasha/Anne/Marcy (Amphibia)

Neal/Peter/Elizabeth (White Collar)

Turtle Heart/Melena/Frex (Wicked)

Emiya/Saber/Rin (Fate Stay/Night)

Sofiane/Victor/Luisa (Mortel)

Taylor/Theo/Josey (3)

Jack/Emma/Izzy (You Me Her)

Keiko/Miles/Kira (Star Trek)

Jade/Dave/Karkat (Homestuck Epilogues)

Anzu/Kazuki/Junta (Romantic Killers)

Shikimori/Izumi/Ai (Shikimori is Not Just Cute)

Camina/Michio Pa/Josep/Serge/Berthold/Oksana (The Expanse)

Breq/Mercy of Kalr/Seivarden/Ekalu (Imperial Radch)

Roguish Semiotician/Infamous Mathematician/Player Character (Fallen London)

Alphonse/Seth/Listener (Bittersweet)

Storm/Helen/Mira (Love and Luck Podcast)

Nicky/Joe/Andy/Booker/Niles (The Old Guard)

[rosalindmorello]

O encarou por um segundo sentindo que todos os milhões de pensamento que coexistiam em sua cabeça haviam lhe abandonado de forma covarde. "No much of talker." Arriscou no seguro, pensando aos poucos o que mais poderia dizer.

Sentiu seu corpo se tensionar o sentir o toque quase intimo em sua orelha, soltando uma risada baixa, que transmitia seu puro nervoso. "Tenho?" Jogou a pergunta de volta para ele. "So why do you keep coming?" Entendia que existiam questões maiores do que sua própria vontade quando se é adulto, mas parecia que havia algo muito maior sobre Malachai. "Como eu disse, não é ruim. Me tratam muito bem aqui, tirando Margareth, é claro." Gesticulou as mãos no pescoço do outro, sem perceber que suas unhas resvalaram em sua pele. "Sorry."

and logically you're the last thing I should have on my mind (but I want you there sometimes) | rosaccio

@rosalindmorello

Será que existia um limite de quantos eventos de família Malachai era obrigado a participar? Às vezes (quem ele estava enganando, era sempre mesmo) desejava que sim. Estava cansado de sorrisos educados, mãos apertadas, conversas que pouco o interessavam e o olhar constante de seu pai sobre suas costas. Mas o que era sua vida se não todo aquele espetáculo? Todo o fingimento? Ser o peão em nome do bem maior? Malachai não conhecia nenhuma realidade que não aquela; então tudo bem, certo?

Como era de costume nas últimas semanas, seu olhar encontrou o local onde Rosalind estava e se o peso em seus ombros ficou minimamente mais leve ao olhá-la - ele não pensaria naquilo. Ficou tão perdido em qualquer outras coisas, que não notou quando boa parte da conversa no salão cessou, os olhares de muitos sobre si. A mão de sua mãe em seu ombro foi o que o trouxe de volta a realidade. "Go dance with your fianceé." As palavras gentis, porém firmes foram o que o fizeram andar até Rosalind, uma mão atrás de suas próprias costas e a outra esticada na direção da loira. "Can I have this dance?" Olhou nos olhos dela, esperando que ela entendesse o recado.

[untremaine]

margarethe's hobbies:

reading. she LOVES books, loves to read. you might think she's the kind of woman who just buys prop books and organizes them by color, but it's not so, and she reads a whole range--poetry, plays, fiction, nonfiction. it's given her a surprising breadth of knowledge and references to draw from and she actually named lucifer after joost van den vondel's lucifer. but, truthfully? her favorites are romance novels. she is a 50 shades of grey lady. she will buy those over and above other books anytime. she's not sorry.

art. she was taught how to paint and draw a little when she was an adolescent, but never in a concentrated way. she does not paint or draw as an adult. rather, any opportunity she gets to see art, whether in a gallery, salon, private home, etc. she takes and she is very serious about it! when she's looking at a painting, sculpture, or other artwork, she takes her time and engages with it thoughtfully. the flip side of this coin is that when she dislikes a work of art, she despises it on sight and is super snobby about it. womp womp.

languages. margarethe knows multiple languages and can hold conversations not just in dutch (her native language) and english, but german and french as well. she also has a decent quantity of latin. she has a highly pattern-seeking brain and is very given to intuitive leaps, so her experience learning languages is that she struggles for a while, then suddenly there's a click and she gets it, and learns by leaps and bounds. she has not cultivated this in a focused or deliberate way; rather she learned french as a young woman bc it was fashionable, and then german because she wanted to have convos with a cute guy she'd met, and then latin because she wanted to seem smart.

in modern verse she is up to like, level 1 billion in candy crush. don't fuck with her

[heartblobs]

The Lockhart End of Summer Ball ― Late summer, 1811

Catherine: Good luck tonight, my dear. And just remember, we remain only for the next few days.

Charlotte: I know Mama, thank you.

Margareth: Charlotte! Vioris: We didn't expect to see you tonight.

M: Oh my days, how are you? I'm so sorry for what Arabella said to you. C: I'm alright, thank you girls. I just want to have fun tonight. V: Then it is fun you shall have!

M: Oh you haven't heard about Vioris and Mister Ashburn. C: Mister Ashburn? V: Margareth...

M: He's called on her ever since we've arrived here in Henford! They've gone out three times now, and he's promised her a dance tonight before she departs on the morrow. C: Well who is he? I don't recognize the name.

V: He's the son of a store clerk, he's a librarian. He's... kind, and writes me letters every day.

C: He's the man you've been exchanging letters with since last Winterfest! M: He might propose tonight! V: Margareth, be reasonable.

M: I am! You cannot tell me that a man who's spent so much time with a young lady as he has with you will not propose the day before you are to return to Britechester! C: It is very likely, Vioris.

Gentleman: Pardon me, ladies. I was hoping I could have this next dance with Miss Milbourne?

C: [smiles] Yes of course.

introduction // previous // next

[asa-do-your-thing]

Still want to scream at me?

inspired by the song How Not To Drown by CHVRCHES feat. Robert Smith, Smut One-Shot 

Hvitserk X Fem!Reader

¦ angst, male dominance, consensual sex ¦ 

You threw your basket in Hvitserk’s face. “Leave! How many times have I told you that I do not want to see you again!”, you roared, trying your hardest to shoo him away. No, there was absolutely no way that you could continue going about your daily business, knowing that he was still following you, trying his hardest to talk to you again. 

Hvitserk, being the well-trained warrior that he was, quickly shoved it away and sighed. “Could you please just let me speak?”, he said exasperatedly and ran his hands along his braided hair. Biting the inside of your cheek, you nodded quietly, sinking onto the ground. You thanked the gods for being in the woods; you couldn’t have imagined embarassing yourself in such a way in front of anyone else than him. “Go on, then.” 

Sitting down next to you, he gently took your face into his hands, making sure that you were looking at him, your best friend for well over ten years now. “I will leave as soon as you tell me why on earth you have been avoiding and cussing me out in front of everyone.” Feeling tears welling up in your eyes, you tried your hardest to shake your head. “I- I... You told Ivar that you didn’t like me. Then the both of you started talking about Margarethe and that blonge thrall- the one with the curls you couldn’t stop talking to on Monday - and...” Your voice cracked and a single tear left your eyes. “I couldn’t stand looking at you. I couldn’t stand seeing you. Hearing you.”  

Now it was Hvitserk who shook his head. Gently wiping away your tear, he gave you a gentle smile. “I told him that I loved you. We were discussing if you were a better lover than them.” Blushing, you gave him a shy smile. “I’m so unbelievably stupid, Hvitty, I am so sorry... Can you forgive me? How could I make it up to you, you know, with the whole throwing-a-basket-in-your-face situation?” 

Grinning, Hvitserk gently guided you down onto the ground, planting a long, sensual kiss on your lips. “Hmm... How about I prove Ivar wrong?” His husky voice sent shivers down your spine. Glancing up into his glinting hazel eyes, you gave him a meek nod, completely incapacitated by the fact that he was seducing you. “Y-yes... please...”, you managed to stammer out, before he kissed you again, this time far hungrier. 

Quickly lifting your hips up and pushing your dress up to your waist, you whimpered as Hvitserk gently parted your legs and placed a finger right at the bottom of your mons pubis, making you moan out his name. Your eyes pleaded with him to lower his hand even further. He bit his lip and gently parted your lips, gliding his finger in your hot wetness. “You never cease to amaze me...”, he whispered into your ear, as he quickly lowered his trousers, freeing his member. 

It was all you wanted - having him fuck all of your frustrations out of your body, and, more importantly, knowing that he wanted you. All of you. Now. Guiding his erection to your entrance, he quickly grapped your wrists with his free hand and pinned them above your head. “Now, be a good girl for me.”, he grunted and pushed himself into you, making you whimper. He retracted and thrust back in again, this time far harder, causing you to yelp his name. Smirking, he continued fucking you, watching you squirm underneath him. 

“What are you?”, he asked between thrusts, grabbing your thick thigh with his other hand. Not managing to whimper out a response, he quickly stopped, placing both of your ankles on his broad shoulders. “A g-good girl...”, you squeaked out, feeling his length pushing against a completely new, unexplored spot of you. Your response unleashed something in him, making him thrust ever harder, ever faster, never once breaking his eye contact with you. Flexing your muscle around him, you felt as though you just entered Valhalla; with every thrust you felt more and more like a loaded spring until, with a load groan, he thrust so deep that you screamed out his name and could feel his semen spurting into you. 

After a few deep breaths, he pulled out of you and let himself fall down next to you, giving you a wide grin, which you tried to reciprocate - you were still trying to come down from your high. “Not angry at me anymore?”, he asked you jokingly. Rolling your eyes and tugging your dress back down again, you gently smacked his arm. “I think I shall be angry at you forevermore if you’ll continue getting in my way like that.” Laughing, Hvitserk pulled up his pants and gave you a sweet kiss onto your forehead. “Your wish is my command!” 

[hi-im-erick-and-this-is-my-story]

Follow me ep3 s 3

Knock Knock Knock

Margareth awoke to this sound at her window and when she looked out she saw a shadowy figure running towards the forest. She kept looking. Until she heard a noise.

"Follow me"

she was hesitant. She wanted to go get Dorothy but then, it got louder and louder, until she was putting on her shoes and coat, and began to leave. She saw it again and rushed behind it. She was never as confident in her decisions or safety before but when she was going after this shadow she was oblivious to any danger. After few minutes of running she got there, a field layed before her and the shadow which didn't seem that big was now huge and with horns. It turned to her and she saw it's details it wasn't just a shadow it was a full person… no… more than a full person it was some sort of hellish demon or a devine entity. But what was weird, was that it didn't frighten her it was almost calming to be near it, it was like her entire anxiety problem went away with just a mere snap of a finger. She took a closer look at it's face or what there was of it, the only thing she could pick out was it's eyes, and a white patch around it's left eye that stood out with it's shadowy apperance. She wasn't sceared now but her body wanted to go her mind was calm but her reflexes were telling her that something was wrong in such a way as if she was staring at a corpse. The creature looked nothing like a human but it gave Margareth an uncanny valley feeling and she knew what to call this feeling she used to research human psychology before she got into nasa after all. Everything was blurry exept for it. She just met it but she knew what to call this creature she knew it's name it felt like it just introduced itself to her but without speaking like it told her throug her mind. It was called Arkhel.

Arkhel - Follow me, i have something to show you

Margareth - what… what are you

Arkhel - i am something for sure, but now, just follow me

And Margareth did just that she went after the shadow with a white patch. They entered a tent. And there sat a man not a monster a man his arms and legs were replaced with handmade dentures, they were made out of black bones which were either painted or actually came from an animal, he was carving something in a wooden block but before Margareth could look at what he was carving he spoke.

??? - hello Margareth sorry for the deceptions and criptic ways of getting you here, But we need to talk

Margareth - Who are you

Jayse - I am called Jayse. You might know me as a person from the old crew

Margareth - what happened to you

Jayse - that's exactly what i want to talk about

Margareth - then, well please do

Jayse - you see a long time ago i was just a normal human being. Until a certain person came by to say hi and to kidnap me. His name was Erick, Erick Luckas

Margareth - ERICK! HE DID WHAT!

Jayse - exatly but it's just the start. Then he killed me! and afterwards he connected my soul to a god damn soulstone!

Maegareth - what is that?

Jayse - it's a stone it radiets energy once a soul is trapped inside of it. It was used with me, to make me possess a machine they put me in, but it failed, and i possessed my own body. After a while i got to leave the laboratory where they kept me in, and connect with the robot society under the kings orders. And then i met Arkhel and after i was thretened to be used for scrap metal i left the kingdom and came to live with him.

Margareth - you are what he wanted to show me?

Jayse - yes we wanted to warn you with my story, we want you to be mindful of Erick of HIM and keep yourself safe

Margareth - of course, but what is this place?

Jayse - this is mine and Arkhels cult, and a place we hope you to join, in case you are in trouble or feel like you are going to be hurt.

Margareth - Right… in case… can i go now then

Jayse - of course but go with arkhel as to not get lost

And so Margareth got out and on the way. It was an interesting experience for her but something she will keep in mind. Eventually she got back home and went to bed. Awaiting what tommorrow will bring

[funkyllama]

What are the double barreled names for the next next generation?

I was so confused about this, anon- I'm sorry.

BUT- now I get it. Eloise and [Redacted]'s grandkids don't have double barrel names, except for Odile. Her name is actually Odile-Charlot, and Grete's name is actually Margarethe. The kids I was talking about are actually the people who will end up being Eloise's great-grandkids, because some of her grandkids names may or may not need other peoples opinions. Anyways- As previously mentioned, I like Karl a lot, but I would like to avoid Karl/Carl Gustav. Karl-Irénée is most likely what I will go with for said sim, but I also like Karl or Élie-Fredrik. Short-Traditional is the naming style of the parent, lol.