#IM GOING TO LEARN HOW TO DRAW HIM OUT OF SPITE

[ninja-boo]

GET MINIMUS AMBUS OUT OF THE ULTRA MAGNUS TAGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HE AND THOSE STUPID FUGLY WHITE OPTIMUS RECOLOURS ARE SINGLE-HANDEDLY CAUSING A SHORTAGE OF ULTRA MAGNUSES BY TAKING THEIR PLACE. WE ARE RUNNING LOW ON STOCK!!!!!!! GET YOURS WHILE SUPPLIES LAST CAUSE CLEARLY HES A DISAPPEARING SPECIES. WHERE IS HEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HES NOT JUST ARMOUR OR A RANDOM NAME FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

[heraxic]

Hello :o

I just wanted to say thank you (and also thank crumb) for getting me back into thinking about Karl Heisenberg 24/7.

I really love your artstyle, from the amazing expressions (especially the peeved/angry ones) to the scribbly lineart. As someone that’s trying to learn to draw more digitally, I really like to observe your stuff o.o

Your Moldy Family comics are funny, cozy, sweet and comforting all at the same time, and they made me discover and appreciate Eveline (oh man I love how much of a goth tween she is), and the way you draw Heisenberg (his physicality if that makes sense, his clothes, his hair, his everything) is just *chef’s kiss*.

As a former Greek Mythology child, that AU is so so nice owagh. I love all the monster adaptations/designs, it’s all so clever: I love that Kyril is scaley, hairy AND has wings (which I feel aren’t depicted often nowadays with gorgons), Alina is so majestic, with the black tipped limbs and the blood soaked dress, and the daughters being harpies/sirens(?) is also so perfect.

Idk if you’ve already said it, but what is it about Karl’s character that made him interesting to you?

I hope it makes sense (I’m a bit tired) and thank you again for the excellent food :]

Thank you so much!!!<<<3333

he lives in my head rent free…. his crusty-ass hair and barrel-shaped bod gets me every time

im glad you like my scribbly lineart! I tend to get concerned whether it really looks like anything haha

I miss drawing the mold family but i think my forte has always been fantasy, especially cause i love mythology more than anything. That’s not to say i wont go back to the modern mold family though

For greek au karl i wanted him to look like someone had haphazardly stuck animal parts to him so it’d look deliberately unnatural for him to have a relatively normal human body under all that-

I’m not sure i can fully describe why Karl is so interesting. Surface level, being voiced by Neil Newbon is always a big plus and his face model Joel Hicks is awesome-looking. His character design matches his abilities and personality really well, and speaking of personality, queer-coded villains who make a big show out of everything are always going to be my favourite. His gritty, masculine aesthetic is really inspiring in terms of gender as well. On a deeper level, in spite of all the terrible things he’s done, i find him sympathetic and relatable. After decades spent in a highly dysfunctional family, not living on his own terms, completely alone, I need him to finally be okay and get better for his own sake, with the support of people he trusts. It’s the same reason i love Eveline. Morally dark-grey characters who deserved better and could’ve gotten better with a good support system.

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izzy hands x reader with enemies to lovers. that’s it. that’s the ask. im so in love w that angy little man

Bonding Under Duress

Ship: Izzy Hands x Reader  Summary: Stede really wants the crew to get along or at the very least tolerate each other. Unfortunately that includes you and Izzy. So the two of you get sent on an errand for the captains with the actual goal of the two of you getting to know each other. A storm has other plans and you and Izzy learn much more than you wanted to about each other… Warnings: minor descriptions of injury, Izzy being very mean to himself, angst, hurt/comfort

“Absolutely fockin’ not!”

“As much as I hate to agree with that asshole, no.”

For once you and Izzy agreed on something, both of you glaring at each other when you realized.

Stede wilted. You immediately felt the urge to comfort him. “Captain, I’m not trying to question your judgment here, but really, no. There’s no need for this.” You reassured.

Izzy scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Fockin’ ridiculous…” He grumbled under his breath. “I don’t take orders from you, you posh twat.” He snapped at Stede.

You immediately shot him a deathly glare. “God, you're predictable. Get some new material or just shut the fuck up.” 

“Hey now, both of you. I’m not asking.” Stede puffed his chest out a tad. “It’s an order from your captain. I’m not expecting you two to become best friends or anything. All you need to do is go on that island and bring back some peaches! Shouldn't take more than a couple of hours and who knows, you may learn something about each other.” Stede seemed very optimistic. 

You sighed, already nodding, well aware of how far Stede was willing to go for an idea like this.

Izzy seemed to be about to protest when Ed leaned in. “An order from both of your captains actually!” He chimed in.

“Edward…” Izzy all but whined.

“Izzy.” Edward echoed, even mockingly copying Izzy’s whiny tone.

You watched as Izzy’s face flushed every shade of red, though whether it was rage or embarrassment or maybe both, you couldn’t tell. You bit your lip to keep yourself from laughing.  Izzy must have noticed since that seemed to set him off. “Oh fuck off. I’m not going to some stupid fockin’  island to get some stupid fockin’ peaches with this stupid fockin’-

“Bye! See you in a few hours! Have fun, you two!” Ed yelled cheerfully as he was towed away.  

You waved while watching Izzy in your peripheral vision. The bastard looked furious. So much so that he was practically vibrating with rage. Then again he had been thrown over Ed’s shoulder like a bag of potatoes and all but dragged here. 

“So…” You finally asked, drawing the word out, on guard in case he decided to bite you. “Let’s go find some stupid fockin’ peaches, eh?” You couldn’t manage to mimic Izzy’s voice but if you said so yourself, your ‘fock’ was pretty accurate.

Izzy snarled. “Piss off. We’re not working together. I’m going one way and you go the other.” He turned on his heels and stormed closer to the edge of the forested part of the island. You merely waited. He paused, deep in thought, glanced one way, then the other and then seemingly realized what you already knew.

You, of course, decided to rub it in. “I sure won’t stop you if that’s what you want. But I’d recommend against it. Not only is it against captains’ orders but when was the last time you did any navigating on land?” Izzy seethed and you grinned. “Also I have all the stuff, since rather than acting like a feral dog, I actually packed so… again, all your call of course.”

Izzy very obviously considered running off on his own if just to spite you but instead he turned quickly and stormed up to you. “Fine. You’re right.” He said it like the words burned his throat. “But I swear if you get us lost-“

“Yes, yes, I know, you’ll maim me and/or kill me in some creatively brutal and violent fashion.” You waved a hand dismissively. Deciding to go further you added. “Which you and I both know you won’t do since that’d piss off the captains.” You knew you shouldn’t keep teasing but you enjoyed watching Izzy turn red.

With a seething Izzy following you, you started trekking into the forest. Luckily you’d come prepared and had brought along your wide knife to cut through the foliage. The terrain of the island wasn’t quite the same as the ones you’d been on before but it was close enough.

The two of you walked mostly in silence with you occasionally warning about upcoming hazards in your path. You easily navigated the uneven terrain but Izzy had significantly more difficulty. Probably because he was used to a ship. As much as a ship swaying could mess up your balance, it was not comparable to uneven weird terrain like this. 

The first few times you’d chimed in with a “careful” or “watch your step” Izzy had snarled back at you to “Fuck off”. But after nearly falling on his ass a few times, he started to take your warnings more seriously.

(Honestly you deserved sainthood for not laughing until your lungs failed every time he almost fell. Especially since he’d always flail and pinwheel his arms to keep steady.  Something made even funnier by the fact that he was unharmed beside his ego.)

Luckily for both Izzy and your composure, you managed to track down the peach tree quickly enough. As you clambered up the tree and gathered up the requested fruit, Izzy stood around looking woefully out of place. 

You really were trying to work on Stede’s ridiculous bonding plan but you couldn’t resist and pelted Izzy with a peach. You nailed him dead center in the chest. He jumped clearly not having expected the sudden fruit attack but somehow his reaction time was quick enough to catch the peach as it bounced off his chest. He shot you a glare which you returned with a smile. Izzy tossed the peach in his hand, clearly silently considering throwing it back at you. However you simply motioned with the extra bag you’d brought which was currently full of peaches, making it readily apparent that you would in fact, return fire and that you had much more ammo. He backed off.

You climbed down from the tree and just as you were sorting yourself out…

BONK.

A peach contacted the side of your head. You spun to face Izzy and he had the gall to look confused and  innocent despite the fact that he clearly no longer had a peach in hand. You couldn’t help but smirk as you ducked down to pick up the peach and as you were standing up (but before you fully did) you threw it at him.

It just kept going that way as the two of you walked back. The peach being tossed back and forth with varied strength. Whether or not it was possible to break someone’s nose with a peach, Izzy sure as hell was trying to. Hell he’d nearly succeeded throwing the peach so hard you nearly hit yourself in the face with your own hand just from catching it. You on the other hand, had a simpler goal, you wanted to land it on his head. Izzy seemed to assume that you were aiming for his face so his defenses were focused there instead. You were certain you could land it before the two of you made it to the beach but you didn’t get the chance.

You noticed first. Izzy seemed really uncomfortable on land so that’s probably why he missed it. However you’d thought the air felt off all day. But it was only when the first thunder crack pierced the mostly quiet area that you realized that the off-ness you were feeling was the same way you’d feel before a storm.

Izzy had been mid throw when it happened. The peach hit you in the leg and was instantly forgotten as his attention immediately darted towards where you knew the shore was, doubtlessly worrying about Ed. “We have to get to the Revenge.” 

Izzy looked genuinely concerned so you didn’t give a snarky answer. “We can’t. There’s no way they can get a dingy out in what’s about to be a storm.” Your words were immediately emphasized when rain started pouring down. “We can’t make it back now. Let’s find somewhere to hunker down and get back when the storm passes.” Izzy still looked moments away from booking it back to the ship. “Ed, Fang, and Ivan are all on that ship. You don’t have to trust anyone else, just trust that they can handle it. Don’t risk making them worry about us on top of managing the ship.” 

Izzy cursed under his breath as he visibly struggled with the choice but luckily your logic won him over and you didn’t have to drag him. “Fine.” He hissed the word out harsher than any curse word. 

The storm hadn’t been gracious enough to give the two of you any time to talk and the wind and rain was already getting stronger. Despite just having had to talk Izzy out of this exact thing, you couldn’t help but worry about the Revenge. The island was pretty much all tall mountains, you doubted that your crew had gotten much warning. But you had to accept your own logic. They’d handle it. You could trust Ed and Stede to keep the ship safe (admittedly mostly the former).

The wind and rain made traversing the nasty terrain even more difficult than it had been before. The wind knocked you off balance and the rain made the ground slippery. The warm day you’d been having moments ago had vanished, the rain coupled with the wind made you nearly shiver. Despite the cold, you couldn’t run for cover. You had to painstakingly walk carefully to avoid falling.

After you got dangerously close to losing your balance at the edge of a small valley, you decided to reach out a hand to Izzy since you could tell he was struggling. His frantic stumbling was significantly less funny when he was actually in danger. Of course, Izzy didn’t appreciate your offer. You took it as a testament of how much you’d seen Izzy swear that even over the deafening roaring wind, you could tell he was telling you to “Fuck off”.

You could feel the mud under your boots shifting and you were incredibly worried about it giving out in a mudslide so you tried your damndest to move as quickly as possible. You nearly fell when your boot slipped out from under you. If the wind wasn’t so goddamn loud, Izzy might have actually heard your warning. But the sound of your voice was easily overpowered by the wind.  

Then the ground gave out from under both of you. You just barely had the time to launch yourself backwards, slamming none too gently into a tree for your troubles. Izzy wasn’t so lucky. You were immediately back on your feet and spotted him lying at the bottom of the small valley.

“Izzy?” You called out as loudly as you could. No reply. He didn’t so much as stir. Even if he hadn’t heard you, you doubted Izzy would just lay on the ground. “Shit.” You mumbled under your breath and quickly as you could, you made your way down, none too gracefully. You were at his side shockingly fast. Izzy was a little banged up but he was breathing thankfully, though it looked like he’d hit his head. He was out cold. “Well, shit.” You mumbled to yourself.

You ducked down and were able to carefully maneuver Izzy into your arms. For such a small man, he was shockingly heavy. But the universe did give you a bit of mercy when you spotted a small cave, looking to be most protected from the storm. You managed to drag the two of you inside. You put both Izzy and the bag of peaches down and dropped down to the ground, exhausted. Even though you were out of the wind in the rain, you were still soaked and you were still freezing. You forced  yourself to get back up. 

Luckily, the wind blew quite a few sticks further into the cave so you weren’t stuck trying to build a fire with wet tinder. Cold and uncomfortable as you were, it was incredibly difficult to be patient enough to slowly grow the fire but your dedication paid off. Before long You were basking in the warmth of a newly made fine.

You pulled off your overcoat which, while completely soaked, had protected most of your clothes. Izzy had given you shit about it, how a long coat wasn’t practical in the Caribbean (ironic, coming from a man in leather pants and a leather vest). 

Despite what you wanted to do you knew you couldn’t just sit by the fire. You had  to take care of Izzy as well. You dragged yourself up and knelt down by Izzy. He had a small cut on the back of his head but luckily it didn’t seem to be that bad. You didn’t hesitate to tear off one of your sleeves to wrap it up. You pulled Izzy as close to the fire as you dared but he was still shivering a little. You managed to pull him up so you could start the daunting task of getting him out of his vest and shirt. His vest was pretty easy but his shirt was completely soaked and probably responsible for sapping a lot of his body heat. 

As you untied his cravat you noticed the ring around it. You’d spotted the ring before (gotten a pretty close look when Izzy decided he needed to get into your face to yell at you). He always wore it. It was clearly important to him so you didn’t want to just set it aside and risk it getting lost, so instead you slipped it into one of your pockets. At least it would be safe there until Izzy was conscious enough to not lose it.

You had to rest his head on your shoulder so you could wrestle his dead weight out of his shirt. ‘Please don’t wake up right now. Please don’t wake up right now, ‘ you silently begged the universe, because, while you usually followed Stede’s ‘talk it through’ method, that was a conversation that you didn’t want to have. Luckily for once in this dumpster fire of a day, you at least got that and Izzy stayed unconscious. 

You definitely did not glance at his chest, taking in the mix of scars and tattoos that you’d never seen before. And it definitely didn’t look incredibly attractive on him. Not at all.Your jacket was dry at that point so you laid it over Izzy as a makeshift blanket. You considered taking his sword since you didn’t want to get stabbed on instinct when he woke up, but you also figured he’d probably feel better if he had it with him. 

You crumpled against the opposite wall of the cave and basked in the warmth of the fire. Since you were the only one who was conscious, you had watch duty by default. You glanced at Izzy. Hopefully he’d wake up soon. You doubted you could carry him back to the dingy and leaving him behind so you could get someone to help you made you incredibly nervous. 

It was strange to see him so calm. With his face so relaxed and your sleeve wrapped around his head, he looked like a completely different person. You let yourself stare at him for a moment before focusing on something else. Luckily your bag full of peaches was within arm’s reach. Quite a few of them had been crushed or otherwise mangled by the rough journey but you managed to find one that was mostly intact.

At least you had snacks…

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It wasn’t easy to gauge the passage of time in a cave but you’d have to guess it had been around an hour. You’d had to go grab more twigs and tinder for the fire and the rain seemed to be slowing. That was something at least. Looked like the storm was going to stop soon. Then you’d have to figure out how to get Izzy and yourself back to the Revenge. 

Before you could worry about that a low raspy groan caught your attention. Izzy was waking up… He immediately grabbed at his head, hand going for the injury at the back of his head. 

“Careful!” You said, more on instinct than anything else.

His eyes immediately darted to you and after a brief moment where he seemed to take in his surroundings, he immediately drew his sword and pointed it at you and skittered away as best he could until his back hit the wall. His whole body seemed shaky and uncertain, the hand holding the sword was trembling.

You held your hands up in slight surrender, not wanting to freak him out any more than you already had. “Well, good morning to you too…” you managed, voice shaking slightly with an awkward chuckle. He stared longer. Not knowing what to do, you cracked a joke to ease the tension. “I know, the one sleeve thing looks great on Ed but it sure looks stupid on me eh?” You motioned with your bare arm for emphasis.

“What the fuck…?” He managed to hiss out, he looked genuinely confused.

You furrowed your brow. “Do you remember what happened?” You weren’t a doctor by any means but memory loss could happen with head injuries.

“I…” Izzy managed. He lowered his sword and clutched at his head. “I fell?” He mused, more to himself before a look of clarity passed over him and he hissed out “stupid fockin Stede Bonnet. Stupid fockin peaches.” 

You breathed a sigh of relief, if he was pissed off, then that was back to the status quo for Izzy. “So you definitely remember then. How’s your head?”

“How the hell do you think it is? It fuckin’ hurts.” He snapped at you. He glanced around getting a proper look at your surroundings. “What the fuck happened?”

Glad that he seemed more calm and had stopped pointing a sword at you, you explain what happened: how he’d  fell, how you’d dragged him here. When you reached the part where you’d taken his shirt off, he’d immediately looked down and seemingly realized that he was in fact, not wearing a shirt. He pulled your jacket up to cover himself more, looking almost comically like a blushing lady. 

“Why the fuck?” He immediately snarled at you.

You rolled your eyes. “Because it was soaking wet and you were shivering? You would’ve frozen your damn tits off if I hadn’t.”

He looked like he was moments away from snapping at you when he stopped himself and his hand immediately shot to his throat. Before he could say anything you jumped in, well aware of what he was about to ask. “I have it, don’t worry.” You patted the ring in your pocket. Izzy stared at you almost nervously. You probably would’ve teased him at any other time but you could tell he was genuinely concerned, so you didn’t. 

You stood slowly and walked around the fire, choreographing your movements as not to take him by surprise. “Here,” you said as you gently placed the ring in his hand. He clutched it tightly to his chest, one hand clutching his ring and the other toying with the fabric of your coat. You sat back down and leaned against the wall of the cave.

You expected Izzy to break the silence with an insult or a sarcastic comment, instead you got a soft, shaky, “Why?”

“You wear that ring all the time. It’s clearly important to you and I didn’t want it to roll away or get lost or  something. I-“

“Not the ring.” Izzy interrupted. You raised a brow. “This.” He motioned at himself and the cave around the two of you. “All of this.”

You didn’t expect to somehow get more confused after his explanation. “What do you mean by ‘this’? I mean, sure a cave ain’t all that cozy but it got us out of the storm…. Besides-“

“No!” Izzy snapped, clearly furious. You immediately shut up, not sure what to do. He luckily didn’t raise his sword at you but he leveled a finger pointing at you accusingly. “Why did you do any of this?”

You furrowed your brows, trying to figure out what he meant. “Uh, you know that if I’d left you back there, you could’ve died?”  

He nodded as you thought he might get it then he spoke again. “You hate me.” He said it so matter-of-factly, as if it were just a given, a fact of the world.

You blinked. The pieces clicked together. “I don’t hate you.” You explained softly. Izzy scoffed, disbelief clear on his face. “No, I’m being honest. I don’t hate you. Granted  you can be a fucking asshole. But, I only give you shit because you give my crew shit. I don’t hate you. And even if I did I sure as hell wouldn’t have left you for dead.”

Had he really expected you to just leave him there? 

“Wait…” Though, that did raise a concerning question… “Are you telling me that you would have left me?”

Izzy rolled his eyes. “Of course not. You’re one of few people on that ship that knows what they’re doing. Besides, even if I wanted to, the crew wouldn’t believe me.  Even if it was an accident, they’d all assume I killed you. But they actually like you. Even the captains. You could come back drenched in my blood and they’d still believe whatever you said.” Izzy chuckled humorlessly.

You stared, too stunned to speak. Suddenly, you felt awful about teasing him before. No wonder he was so incredibly hostile if he thought you could murder him and get away with it, that you hated him enough to do it. You buried your face in your hands. “Damn it, I’m so sorry.”

“Why?” You glanced up to see Izzy was staring at you, confusion clear on his face. 

You hesitated, trying to figure out how best to phrase it so it wouldn’t sound patronizing. “I’m so sorry for anything I did that made you feel like you weren’t safe with me. I doubt my words mean much but, I really wasn’t going to do anything more than tease… or hit you with a peach… Sorry about that too.”

His expression only got more confused. You watched as he went from confused to a little scared then immediately to annoyed. “Don’t pretend to care!” He snapped. “If you're planning on lowering my guard for some later attack, it wont work.”

 The ‘it won’t work this time’ was implied. Sure, you hadn’t been a pirate all that long, but you certainly knew how awful people could be. You couldn’t help but wonder about Izzy’s scars. Had he gotten any of them from crew members who hated him? Just waiting for a moment of vulnerability to pounce. 

Izzy Hands was making far too much sense for you all of a sudden. 

“That’s happened before?”

Izzy all but growled at you for that then he actually looked at you. He seemed surprised by whatever he saw. “Of course.” He replied, again his voice matter-of-fact as if that was somehow supposed to make sense. 

 But you were undeterred. “That may be how some people are… But you’ve made it pretty clear how soft and pathetic the Revenge Crew is.” He didn’t seem convinced. “If I really wanted to do something like that, we literally would not be having this conversation right now!” You emphasized. 

“Unless you want something from me.” Izzy snapped immediately.

“Well, I don’t. Not really. You don’t really have to believe me. But I’m not going to hold this over your head. Really, I would've done the exact same thing if anyone else got hurt.” 

Izzy stared at you, eyebrow raised. After a long moment, he huffed and broke eye contact. “I can’t understand you…”

You sighed. It seems like the two of you got completely opposite things from this. You could finally understand at least in part why Izzy was like that, while he was completely baffled by you. You were saved from the uncomfortable silence by noticing that the rain had finally subsided. “Ah, the rain’s gone. Finally, we can get back to the ship.”

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Izzy watched, pensive, as you stood and stretched, grabbing the bag filled with those stupid fockin peaches, carefully putting out the fire and generally cleaning up. He couldn’t help but notice your bare arm, the one whose sleeve was currently wrapped around his head. 

“Oh, here!” You tossed him his vest, shirt and cravat. They were all in good condition. You’d clearly taken care to take them off without damaging them. Eager to put all this strangeness behind him, Izzy wrestled his shirt and vest on, keeping an eye on you as he did.

None of this made any sense. 

You hated  him. He knew that. You’d made it clear from the moment you’d met. You were Bonnet’s first mate, loyal to your captain and protective over your crew. You’d made it no secret that you didn’t like how he did things. 

Izzy had been hated before. Of course he had. He had a position that people wanted and he was well aware that he wasn’t all that likable. At least before people had a reason to fear him as well. You didn’t. You had an entire crew behind you and with Edward so wrapped up in Bonnet, Izzy didn’t have anyone to protect him. 

Well, except… You, apparently.  You, who’d had every opportunity to get rid of him on this stupid trip even before the storm came in.

 And yet, here he was. Unharmed. Not only had you not tried anything besides the same teasing as usual, but you’d actually saved him. That alone was completely ridiculous. But you’d done more than that. You’d gone out of your way to take care of him. (His ring felt like it was burning in his hand as he put it back in place.) Even if you weren’t going to kill him solely out of respect for your captains, you wouldn’t have needed to do any more than drag him here. Yet, you’d not only torn your shirt to patch him up, you’d given him your jacket and even taken the time to make sure he didn’t lose his ring, just because you knew it was important to him.

He tried to stand but he was quickly overcome with dizziness and nausea so he stumbled. He braced himself to hit the ground but… Instead he found himself leaning against your chest, your arms wrapped around him.

“Shit! Izzy you okay? Ah, fuck dumb question, sorry. Are you feeling dizzy?” Your voice was still so fucking concerned. No mockery. You gently pulled away, seemingly unphased by the fact that he wasn’t responding to you, still supporting him so he didn’t fall. “You… uh… can hang on to my jacket if you like?” Your words made him realize that he was still desperately clutching your jacket.

He hissed out a “Fuck off” on reflex but… Fuck it. He slipped your jacket on. It didn’t really fit all that well but it was warm. 

You smiled. “How about this…” You let him wrap an arm around your shoulder. “I don’t think you should be walking on your own but I sure as hell can’t carry you anymore. For such a tiny man, you’re rather heavy…”

Izzy scoffed. “Not my fucking fault you’re a giant.” He grumbled. There was less bite in his tone than usual but it was absolutely still there.

You smiled at the insult. “I’ll take that as you feeling a bit better. You’re already being a snarky asshole.”

It had been a pain in the ass to clamber back up the hill he’d slipped down. Honestly, Izzy was surprised you managed to clamber down in the middle of the storm and not fall as well. 

The walk back was generally quiet only broken by your occasional comment of “careful” or “watch your step” which, Izzy was realizing, you’d done before. He’d assumed that you were being condescending. But now, considering everything else you’d done you must have been genuinely warning him. The more he thought about it the more he realized how you’d never really been that bad. You teased and occasionally the two of you would get into genuine arguments, but you never did anything particularly malicious. And you clearly cared about your crew. You’d check in on everyone (himself included he realized suddenly) after a raid, make sure everyone ate, and, while you were far too lax about it in Izzy’s opinion, you did make sure chores got done.

Hell, considering how much of non-captain Stede fockin’ Bonnet was, Izzy had little doubt in his mind that you’d been mostly running the ship.

You were still soft. Too soft. But, clearly, it was working to some extent.

You were actually making far too much sense for him all of a sudden. 

Dammit.

Luckily, it didn’t take long for the two of you to find the beach. The Revenge was visible in the water and even from this distance, Izzy could tell that it was undamaged. A dinghy was also already enroute and its passengers all immediately waved at the two of you once they spotted you. 

Edward, impatient as ever, decided he wasn’t going to wait and jumped off the dinghy and waded the last few feet of water before sprinting over to you. “Izzy! Y/N! You two okay? Nasty one that was, huh?” (Any other time, Izzy would have probably chastised him for jumping into the water like that (especially after a storm) but right now, he was just glad to see his captain was safe. )

“Izzy hit his head. Pretty sure it's not that bad but he might have a concussion.” You reported quickly. “Is everyone else all right?”

“Everyone’s fine!” Ed replied.

“The ship?” Izzy asked.

“Fine as well, Iz. No worries.” Edward assured. A pause. “Well… Aside from a few of Stede’s books.” 

Izzy rolled his eyes. Of course.

The dinghy ride back was irritating. Roach seemed determined to check Izzy for a concussion right then and there. Though, it seemed that he agreed with you. Izzy would be fine. He’d definitely feel it tomorrow but he’d live.

The moment the two of you set foot on the Revenge, Stede was there. “Oh thank goodness! We were incredibly worried! I’m very sorry about all this! The storm really surprised us.” 

Luckily, Izzy’s head had calmed enough that he could pull away from you and lean against the railing instead. He quickly glanced around, the deck was messier than usual but didn’t look all that bad. His attention couldn’t help but drift back to you…

You were giving a quick report of everything (far more professional than Stede Bonnet deserved) before presenting him with the bag full of peaches. Bonnet was quick to announce that everyone was getting some kind of peach dessert that Izzy had never heard of as a reward for making it through a storm. Izzy scoffed. The reward for making it through a storm was being alive.

As Bonnet ran to the chef so he could explain this weird dish, you walked back to Izzy, leaning against the railing next to him. “I can handle everything up here. You should probably lie down.” You explained softly.

“Don’t need to lie down.” Izzy grumbled back.

You rolled your eyes. “What’s the point of having two first mates on a ship if you can’t take a break? I’ll get Captain Ed to drag you if I must.”

“Fine.” Izzy spat. A long pause. Izzy glanced around. Everyone seemed not to be focused on the two of you. “Thank you.” He said quickly.

You smiled. “Yeah, of course. Don’t worry about it.”

“...I’m still going to be a dick.” He confessed.

That actually made you laugh and Izzy couldn’t help but think that he liked that sound. “Duh. I’m not expecting anything to change. And I’m still going to give you shit.”

Izzy chuckled himself and nodded. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You pushed off of the railing and waved goodbye. “Well, I’m off to ask Stede if I can borrow one of his shirts for a bit. See you around!”

“Good luck.” Izzy replied, both of you well aware that you were going to be dragged into Stede’s wardrobe and not return for hours. You chuckled. 

Just as expected, the moment you asked, Stede’s face lit up and you were immediately dragged off into his pastel colored hell.

Before Izzy could even take a breather, Ed was all but leaning on his shoulder. “Hi. You’re going to lie down.” His voice held the same force as an order. Izzy sighed, well aware that resistance was futile.

As Izzy was all but dragged back to his cabin, with a promise that someone would go check on him later, Ed decided to talk. “So,” His captain began with a grin that heralded problems. “Nice jacket.” Izzy’s eyes widened as he realized he was still wearing your jacket. “Guess you guys really got to know each other huh?”

“Piss off.” Izzy grumbled but made no move to take your jacket off. “My clothes were wet.”

“Ooh! So they saw you naked too?” Ed teased and Izzy all but short circuited.

“I- Ah… My shirt and vest were wet.” Izzy clarified, somewhat shakily.

Ed merely hummed. Izzy knew him well enough to know he wasn’t done. “So… when's the wedding?”

“Edward.”

A/N: Izzy’s one of my favorite characters so I have to be mean to him. Also, I've gotten a few requests for enemies to lovers with Izzy, so, there will be more coming soon. (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

[fearmeeeee]

ur art is liter aly so pretty waow..... major style envy (despite the fact the style im going for is very goofy silly--) AND u can draw sebek ???? so gorgeous ??? major respect bc i cannot 😔😔

i just also like ur aesthetic in general :)

That's so touching thank you sm! I feel like I have so much to learn abt art so hearing that you feel style ENVY? Wow, I'm so honored. Silly goofy?? Your style is so pretty wym!!!

Tyyy!! I try to do my green boy JUSTICE, for every complain abt his hair I see, I get more determined out of spite.

Here's a sebek 💚 I'm so happy you like how I draw him!

[mdverse]

rating the glee kids based on how easy it was to animate them

finn: 9/10

-1 bc i kept underestimating how long his part was and had to go back and add more frames at least once

all of the frames were pretty similar and tbh that was simultaneously a blessing and a curse

britt: 10/10

im a britt apologist, she can do no wrong to me, so she's the only one whose bopping around did not cost her any points

honestly the best person to get me started experimenting with smear frames here! i love her

-1 bc these aren't my best britt drawings (sorry babe)

+1 bc she somehow managed to look cute in her transitions from finn and to puck. i didn't think that was possible. who else is doing it like her <3

puck: 2/10

did not need to be moving that much. sir pls stop why were u whipping ur head around like that

also the mostly bald head keeps tripping me up but that's just a general puck thing

mike: 7/10

pretty quick, pretty easy! no complaints there he is vv cute and it's nice to draw him more

rachel: 1/10

i was feeling pretty neutral about her for a while but i'm back to hating her just bc of this

i can draw her from one angle only so everything else was a nightmare and i learned to draw her out of sheer spite

she was singing the "it's tough for you to get by" part so a. i had to sync her mouth to the words and b. it felt like a personal attack 😔 yes it was tough rachel thank u for rubbing it in

every time i thought i was done with her i had to go back and add more frames and i was seething about it

mercedes: 5/10

still not used to drawing her so genuinely who knows if the resemblance is there or not

very short segment for her tho so i suppose it could've been much worse? but i don't love what i did

sam: 8/10

so little screentime (literally 4 frames rip samuel)! quick and easy, i have to appreciate that

the hair transition from mercedes to sam was so fun actually

kurt: 9/10

literally the same :D expression the entire time! adorable <3

rory: 5/10

i have never drawn this man in my life and i may never do it again (not an insult)

santana: 9.5/10

the "go girl give us nothing" lack of movement in her shoulders is everything to me

thank u for making my life easier and looking flawless the entire time ily queen

-0.5 but only bc i got really sad the entire time i was drawing her and tbh that's not her fault in the slightest

also shoutout to her for getting The Best frame in this entire animation??

quinn: 4/10

listen usually i like drawing quinn but this was a struggle

miss ma'am did not need to be tipping her head up and down like that :(

honestly i did my best but ive definitely drawn much better quinns than these

artie: 3/10

by this point i was ready to commit murder this lil fucker would not stop moving and i wanted to cry

why. what was the point of all that. he was doing the most like his part wasn't already The Longest by a lot

every time i thought i might be getting close to the end i realised i was wrong. genuinely so emotionally devastating u don't understand

he earned himself points back tho bc i drew so many good arties and im proud of that. growth babey <3

[fattylime]

Ur art is so cool!!!!!! I LOVE trans nacho hc, do you have any other queer brba/bcs head canons you’d be cool talking about?

omg hi thank u thank u and yes i do!!

(for reference, i just finished brba i think last week, i watched bcs first and i'm doing a rewatch of that currently just so i fully get the plot !! if i get anything wrong or if you have anything u wanna add just tell me i love learning new things <3)

i think as a queer person my default for most characters is some type of queer even if i don't have a specific label for them if that makes any sense?? i kinda forget that straight people are a default in media until there's a character that's so unabashedly straight :')

the jesse trans hc is really popular and i understand why, i wanna draw jesse eventually when i have time !! i think a lot of small details about his characters are readable as trans or at least relatable !! sexuality wise i'd say he's either straight or bi but you'd never get him to admit to the second one lmao

also this post by geitonas introduced me to the idea of mike being trans which i ADOORE i scroll through art about him being trans giggling and twirling my hair i absolutely agree

most villains default to gay for me just because they're usually coded that way and it carries over to lalo and i don't have to hc gus as gay so,, i could see lalo as either gay or bi it depends on the day i'm talking about it but a lot of the personal things that are linked to his character have to be inferred since again he doesn't have the level of backstory or even directly told lore as other characters. i don't think he'd be "secretive" about his sexuality but i think growing up around hector and then seeing what happened to gus and max he's definitely not loud and proud either but considering the circumstances who would be. Him being so high up in rank with the personality that he has i can almost see him doing that out of spite if that makes any sense?? idk how to explain this thought properly im dealing with finals right now my brain is pretty much smooth but i know he enjoys what he does as a "job" but idk i think he'd find the idea of a queer man with a high rank funny because who is going to tell him what he can't do?

kim definitely kissed a girl in college and she definitely didn't hate it at all but never allowed herself the time to think over the implications of that, similarly i think skylar has fantasized what it would be like to be married to a woman but in the way thats like "what if i didn't have to do everything all the time" but i can sense something lgbt about her i just haven't thought it through enough yet lol

Idk where to start with howard and jimmysaul but they gives me the vibe of when you're around family but you aren't out and you're a little too supportive of gay people and everyone looks at you suspiciously. they're ALLIES (at first)

anyways this post is entirely too long but i hope this somewhat answered your question

[turtletoria]

HEY UR PLAYGROUND SLASH SCHOOL AU IS SO AWESOME QWQ THEY LOOK SO CUTEEEE anyways so does Tobey use toy robots? does Ms Q encourage kids to ask questions? What are Victoria, Eileen n Mr Big's roles? i imagined a politician/businessman set up a promotional ad nearby where the kids played, and that's how they came up with him? How does Becky's secret identity work? does Maria exist bcs kids think lights cutting suddenly is scary? is Maria an electrician? are henchmen assistant teachers? ty! :D

thank you so much!!!!! also im definitely going to call this the playground au from now on thats so cute thank you anon

for tobey, i imagine him building them out of legos or the like! but i wouldnt put it past him to use action figures ahaha

while drawing her i struggled thinking of what kind of teacher ms q would be (seen in the fact i didnt specify what kind of teacher she is in the drawing XD)! i liked the idea of her being a science teacher (being curious of the natural world and whatnot) but that niche is filled by boxy, unfortunately. i was thinking maybe she could be like an english teacher and her questions encourage kids to think and read critically!

victoria is just a mean kid in becky's class and becky makes her a villain out of spite lol (i imagine them to have a little rivalry but hopefully become somewhat acquaintances over time!). eileen wants to be involved too

i like that idea with mr big! i havent really given him much thought if im gonna be honest XD maybe he could be like the funny guy in the front office. maybe even be a math teacher?

i guess becky wouldnt really have a "secret identity" since shes just making all this up with her pals

also i really like the idea of maria being like. an electrician that kids see in the hallways during school. but i would imagine that maria is kind of a metaphorical representation of the fear of electricity that youngsters could have lmao

and also yes, 2 brains' henchmen are the assistant teachers in becky's class :D theyre like interns/learning to be an official teacher, so i would imagine theyre like in graduate school! names in this au would be charlie and henry chapman (because he canonically doesnt have a name. yeah i cringed to myself too. i would name him something that starts with a U but i cant think of or find any that is fitting, sadly).

[hajimariwaquartet]

Hi hi hi!!💕 Oh my goodness your a3der swap was so much fun i really had to come here again and let you know!! Oh, have you thought about doing more swap of these? Not to put pressure or anything because there are A LOT of things to take into consideration but i do think you would do such a good job!!

In any case, i loved it. Thank you so much!! 💕

awww thank you!! im glad you enjoyed it!! i was actually planning to doodle a few more scenes (sakuya going "FIGHT ME" to chikage, kumon being blinded by banri's smile, summer troupe hug pile, and fuyugumi getting their own tv show after one of tsumugi's directors sees them and goes "can i get you guys for my new show pleaseplease" ) but im less inclined to draw these days, unfortunately. but i'm planning on writing a fic for this swap au since i have so many things i wanna explore!!

here's a list of stuff i wanna explore in this au!!

sakuya having beef with both chikage and sakyo from main story conflicts + masumi going "hell no" when sakuya approaches him in act 1 for mankai

itaru being the first victim of sakuya's freaky strength

sakuya has a bit of a sore spot for being called short and he raises hell when someone does call him any form of short (midget, kid) and sakyo unfortunately stepped on a landmine when he called him a middle-schooler for his looks and temper (since swap sakuya reminds him of azami so much)

chikage thought his infiltration plan was Good but he didn't think of sakuya being ridiculously perceptive with his true intentions. chikage gets irritated with how eager he is to pick fights with him in particular, and hisoka's like "hey doesn't he remind you of you when you were younger" "shut up."

tenma helping out the summer troupe in their schoolworks and being the introvert adopted into the group of friends

tenma being generally a lot less outspoken and prideful compared to canon, but he's still sharp with acting as ever

tenma going along with misumi's triangle hunts and he finds himself actually enjoying hunts bc misumi makes it so fun

tenma is friends with taichi in this au, since taichi felt bad that he passed the audition that broke the actor tenma sumeragi. taichi hesitates when reni asks him to infiltrate mankai, and tenma's one of the reasons why he can't just bring himself to destroy mankai

swap banri and sakuya contrast and comparison (since both of their first arcs seem to rely on motivation and how it affects someone)

banri being an absolute angel!! and freaking out the readers and audience as well during picaresque, since no one expects the Prince of Hana High to play a gangster and banri not being the fox-faced gangster we know and love

sakuya, masumi, and banri being a legendary trio since no one understands why the hell are they all hanging out (until they learn they're in the same troupe, at least)

banri being motivated by spite to start acting properly, then he actually finds his motivation to act!! thanks to juza getting tired with his "others think this is okay" thinking and telling him off for it

tsumugi being dramatic and an expert on the screen, but kinda clumsy off the camera. imagine him playing a lucimugi role one minute, then he trips over some exposed wires the next minute.

tsumugi being Prideful™️ and a bit of dick too since i think it's interesting to explore a tsumugi like that

fuyugumi saving tsumugi when he forgets his disguise (again) since he's not used to being an actual celebrity (bc veludo theatergoers aren't the rabid type). hisoka and guy pull off some secret agent stuff, azuma charms their way out of the crowd, and tasuku just carries him like a sack of potatoes and runs.

tsumugi maknae (?) sorry i realized that he sorta looked like a kpop idol and i was like 👁👁

[ceaselesswatchersspecialboy]

IM GLAD U LIKED MY ART!! that au lives rent free in my brain and has generated an endless stream of wholesome philip material. it is genuinely so good HRGGSHS !!! i revisited some of the earlier posts n got inspired again OOPS

anyways i submit 2 u my own headcanon; puritans went absolutely gaga for pumpkins (to the point they would write prayers and love songs about them) so i can only imagine philip’s utter joy and excitement over pumpkin spice season!!! his brain would explode upon being informed of the existence of pumpkin spice lattes. before hunter can stop him he is purchasing a pumpkin pie and eating the whole thing on a park bench in silence. pumpkin spiced candles. pumpkin spiced soap. he IS the white woman pinterest warned you about

Me 🤝 You

The AU living in our minds and not paying rent

YOUR ART LITERALLY GAVE ME LIFE THOUGH, OBSESSED WITH HOW YOU DRAW THEM ALL!!

And oh god yes the pumpkin thing! Little tangent here is I’ve been trying to find reliable sources on that for ages, like I am a little history nerd who craves sources for any and all information I take interest in. If anyone has anything on that I would literally die for the information you hold, please I seek answers.

But, whether I have sources or not, Philip and his brother were absolutely the pumpkin kind of kids anyway and Belos will go absolutely FERAL at the idea of all these pumpkin products. It’s the only time he’ll ever go into Starbucks willingly. He isn’t just buying pumpkin pies - he’s making his OWN.

Whenever they carve Jack ‘O Lanterns on Halloween, which by the way there is some super interesting history behind Halloween so I actually wonder how Belos would feel about it… that’s definitely something I’m looking into but anyway HE THRIVES CARVING PUMPKINS. He is a pumpkin enjoyer at his core.

Honestly, he probably has a whole stock of different pumpkin scented candles trying to figure out which one smells the most accurate. Yeah, he’s that kind of guy. It’s a science experiment what can he say?

‘He IS the white woman Pinterest warned you about’ YEAH. YEAH HE IS.

He finds out Pumpkin Spiced Lattes are seasonal and out of spite learns how to make his own.

Nothing can stop this man’s love for pumpkins.

Absolutely nothing.

[theflyingkipper]

why Rebbeca look like she almost has Gordon's attitude 😂 but anyway she look so good on your drawing style

ohhh thank you 🤗💕

making her look a bit more snooty/uptight was my intention, I dont like her bland happy-go-lucky personality

if we can show love to ONE snooty express engine, why not two ? and also because *ahem* girl characters who act arrogant rarely get redeemed or appreciated in spite of their attitude. and I feel girl characters in thomas kind of get stuck with this :) im nice personality, and I would like to give them more distinct attitudes because... girls have just as much variation and depth as boys why is this something that needs to be said

ANYWAY here is my take on rebecca in writing (+some of her development and relationships with other characters, especially Nia)

In my headcanon, Rebecca is more of a "little miss perfect" type, she has a clean record, excellent performance. shes a modern light pacific and she knows it . Her attitude actually drives Gordon a little insane because Rebecca seems to be stealing sir topham's good graces from him XD

(Thomas tells him not to be such a hypocrite.)

Rebecca has a few glaring problems that she masks with anger or indifference. she has mechanical trouble (wheelslip mostly) that can get especially bad sometimes, and if anyone points it out she tries to pretend she heard nothing.

[I like to think around this point (I should mention I dont have a clear timeline for anything I make I just have vague estimates of decades/time periods because ill make my head explode if I try) which is about the late 70s, is some years after Emily arrives. I really like the idea of Emily being a replica of a stirling single, rather than an original because its fitting of her attitude and ive seen a lot of REALLY detailed headcanons of it by various people.]

Emily and Rebecca butt heads at first. Rebeccas shiny and modern, while Emily's a thing of the past- and not even one deserving of high regard because she's a replica! The two start off HATING each other and Emily doesn't have anything nice to say about her to the rest of the fleet. And it's not like Rebecca has had any compliments to give either! She calls Rosie a latrine-mouthed three-humped camel.

Nia at this time is being switched around between jobs, and while Rosie is out of service, she gets to be station pilot at Tidmouth for a while.

(I HC that Nias paintwork and general upkeep wasnt too good before she was rehomed on Sodor, and at this time she's been NWR blue since her arrival)

Rebecca initially thinks the engine who will take over Rosie's shunting duties is Thomas, since she's told a "little blue engine" will be arriving to help. Since the last impression Rebecca had of Thomas was him telling Gordon not to be such a hypocrite, she expects he'll be waiting on her wheel and axle.

She realizes there's more than one little blue engine, and is surprised to see a long engine with 8 wheels, a cowcatcher and extra cylinders. Blue with red stripes, but not Thomas.

Nia greets Rebecca with her usual "how are your wheels? how are your axles and boiler?" And even agrees that her "three-humped-camel" joke was funny. Rebecca starts off thinking Nia's going to kiss up to her.

She is wrong 💕

Nia knows a thing or two about dealing with grumpy sticks in the mud.

Rebecca, several times, tries to push Nia's buttons. She implores "aren't you tired of pushing coaches around all day? Don't you want to see the world?" And expects Nia to get all puffed up. Nia says she's been all over the world, and likes to stay in one place for a change.

Throughout Nia's time as a station pilot, she learns that Rebecca is actually very insecure, and she can see how her wheels spin painfully if she starts too fast. She points this out once and Rebecca, who's been trying to hide this, and is at her wits end that day, just blurts out that it's nothing, nothings wrong with her.

Rebecca ends up damaging her drive wheels and axles after she fails on Gordon's hill and is shamefully sent for repairs at Crovan's gate. and Henry pushes her to the works.

While Rebecca's being loaded in, Henry tries to be kind and tells Rebecca that it isn't her fault she was built the way she was. Rebecca thinks:

what would you, a big strong Black 5 know about that? Aren't you lot Stanier's swan song?

She's achingly tired of engines noticing her faults, especially ones who perform mechanically sound and clearly wouldnt know a thing about what fronts she has to put up to stay respectable. She's pleasantly surprised (though she doesn't show it) that Henry does, in fact, know exactly how she feels.

Rebecca's damage is more severe than originally thought, and a more extensive overhaul is planned. She's hoisted in the air and much of her chassis is detached.

Meanwhile, Nia arrives at the works for maintenance and a new coat of paint. Rebecca watches from above as Nia's repainted in KUR colors.

Rebecca: That's a... distinct color. It's quite becoming. Nia: was that a compliment I heard? From you?

*Rebecca has to keep from spluttering.*

Rebecca: ...I know a nice livery when I see one.

Nia: (grinning) maybe you should get repainted to something nice and bright too. Like a bright yellow and red.

(She looks across the works at Molly and Rosie, who are trying not to giggle)

Rebecca: *gasps and scoffs* I like my paint the way it is, thank you very much.

Rebecca comes back from the works a different engine, still prone to bouts of arrogance and uptightness, but a much more understanding engine who doesn't have to put up such huge facades to be respected.

Over the next few years she ends up properly becoming friends with Nia, Gordon, Rosie, Molly, and Emily. I think the idea of she and Emily having a race and making funny banter would be amazing.

See, Mattel ???you can do cool and interesting things with your girl characters and Im only at the TIP of the iceberg with my Rebecca story ideas XD

[random-yandere-fandom]

How about yandere TC meliodas but a soulmate au where him and the s/o( Fairy and goddess hybrid who fights for stigma) both share a connection to each other, from sharing emotion, to having vision of where they may meet for the first time. This seem like a nice concept, I imagine meliodas is use to constantly feeling pain from training all the way to fighting the war only to have a s/o who is yet to meet him but is willing to send over positive emotion and feeling to make him feel better. Im sucker for this kinds of things.

Oh hell yes, I love soulmate aus! Which is why it got a bit longer than what I normally write (and took so long lol)

Yandere TC Meliodas with soulmate darling

For as long as you can remember there had been a second layer to your emotions that you couldn`t quite grasp, let alone influence. It was just barely there, almost unnoticeable.  Annoyance, nonchalance and a deep-rooted but hidden pain. After learning that those belonged to your soulmate, to the being your were destined to meet and love, you were baffled. Three emotions. A few feelings. Was that all they were capable of, or was that all they could allow themselves to? You mused that they felt your surprise and pity and hoped they wouldn`t connect the dots, they didn`t seem like the kind of person to appreciate such sentiments. Nonetheless you wanted to help. If they weren`t able to and didn`t have the opportunity to experience joy, wonder, excitement and a healthy amount of sadness and grief that one felt at ending a wonderful book with no continuation than you would have to do it for them. If they were hurt you could send them comfort and if they were bored you`d jump down a cliff if you must only to open your wings at the last second to send them a dose of mixed excitement and fear and laughter.

Meliodas had known of the concept of soulmates for as long as he could remember. Since then he had always been told that he wouldn`t need them, that demons barely needed their destined partner and only to allow any connection beyond the unavoidable should they be of the same race. He knew that something was wrong with that but in the end he didn`t care enough to do anything about that. So they felt what he did and at some point he`d know where you two would meet. Great. As long as they don`t get in his way and he can do what he must it`d be fine. 

He always knew that his range of sentiments were by far not the widest or the happiest but he would do. Meliodas had to. He had to be strong and cold and unfeeling. That did not seem to be the case for his soulmate, however. There were a mix of emotions constantly changing, most of them he hadn`t even experienced himself. They are a bother, he told himself and ignored it. He also ignored the twinge in his chest whenever they felt sad, ashamed or dispirited. Told himself that he was lucky that they weren`t sending feelings consciously, especially when he had to concentrate.

That changed. There was no warning, no prompting, nothing. Meliodas was about to go to sleep when they did it for the first time. They must have felt his exhaustion and either they thought he didn`t deserve to rest or wanted to spite him because the next thing he knew he felt adrenaline coursing through his veins and excitement erupting. Cursing he sat up, trying to calm his racing hearts and suppress that stuff. The emotions promptly calmed down and went into their normal, ignorable state though he could make out some guilt. For good measure he made his annoyance clear before flopping back down and closing his eyes. That didn`t stop a small and rather short lived smile from surfacing.

Was it your best idea? No. Did you think about what you were doing? No. You had felt your soulmate`s fatigue and seeing as it was the afternoon and they didn`t normally feel like that at this certain time you had assumed that they needed a bit of energy. Luckily, you had been sitting on a rather high branch and before you could think it through you had thrown yourself of from it. Upon their rejection though you had quickly stopped your little stunt and the idea that they had wanted to sleep crossed your mind. Ups. This had been the first time you had enforced an emotion and it had gone wrong. Hoping that their first impression of you could still be fixed you laid low for a bit. 

The next opportunity presented itself when you had discovered a beautiful small pond in the forest. It was surrounded by rich plant live and some ducks were swimming on it, the sunshine reflected and sparkled on the water’s surface. Deciding that now would be a good opportunity you checked on their emotions. There was no apparent change from normal so it should be fine. Carefully and a lot slower this time you let your admiration seep through to them and being encouraged by the response, which was nothing, you strengthened it, letting yourself enjoy the coolness of the water as you dipped your feet in. Sitting there you shared this feeling, the contrast of the warm light and the refreshing cold, the calmness of the forest, far away from the others and the silence only being broke by the wind and birds in the sky. With all the work you had been doing and the tense atmosphere of your partner the relaxation was welcomed with open arms. 

After this first successful interaction you continued, first about once a week and then once a day and soon simply whenever you felt like it. You were a bit disappointed that your soulmate never openly reacted but you had noticed that their feelings had calmed down and that was enough to keep you going. Having long ago realised that they were fighting in the same war, the suspicion and caution mixed with the occasional numbness, you assumed that they numbed their feelings in hopes of suppressing regret, you sent as much comfort as you could. It was gut wrenching whenever you noticed the impassivity but you did your best to help.

Meliodas grew used to it, over time. He even grew to like it, not that he`d ever admit it. Sensing your enforced emotions brought him joy and comfort, knowing that there was someone out there who cared. He sometimes felt guilty about not replying but what did he have to share? So he let the one sided communication continue. 

You always made sure to only strengthen positive emotions or small harmless sadness, just to let them know what you were feeling. This time however you feared that you had made a mistake. You were patrolling and you were careless. It was close to enemy territory but there hadn`t been an incident here and there was this beautiful flower in full bloom and you simply had to send your amazement. Doing just that you hovered over the flower, it`s sweet smell calming your mind. The next thing you knew was a sharp pain in your side as you moved away, away from whatever had slashed you. 

It was a small demon and you were quickly able to take care of it before healing your wound. Before you could investigate if there were any others you felt their worry. It was overwhelming. For the first time they openly enforced their feelings and it was intense enough that you couldn`t breathe for a moment. You noticed some anger interlaced, too, directed at what had harmed you, you noted. Quickly sending them your calmed frame of mind you searched for any other attackers and upon finding none you returned to report to one of the other goddesses.

Meliodas had been walking down a lonely hallway when you noticed the flower. Humming in acknowledgement he opened the door to his room and froze. Instead of admiration you seemed to be in pain. What had happened? Were you okay? His mind raced as he allowed himself to worry and let that worry reach you. The seconds were he felt your pain, surprise, resignation and caution were agony. After he was assured you were fine he sighed in relief. 

After the second time the demon decided that he should contact you more. After his initial worry had subsided he had become anxious. Not only could you be harmed at any time, he had no way of helping you, not without knowing who or where you were. He realised he didn`t know much of you. Was there someone who liked you beside him, someone you liked? He hoped not. You were his. You two were fated to be, no matter how stupid that sounded. However he had no real way of checking, so interacting with you like this had to be enough for now. He also grew more attentive of your passive emotions, not letting a single feeling pass his attention.

It is a well known fact that before you meet your destined other, you envision the place you will first meet. You had been waiting for that day for ages, knowing that soon after you`d finally meet them, your soulmate. They had been so much more communicative and their joy caused by interactions grew day by day. So when you opened your eyes in a supposedly dream and felt closer to them than ever before you knew that your encounter was drawing near.

The first thing you noticed were your surroundings which resembled a patch of woods just on the border to demon territory. It was cold and clouds hung deep over the sky, it was eerily silent. Not the most romantic, you decided, but whatever. Taking a closer look you noticed a figure approaching from the woods, across from you and the border. It was more of a shadow than anything, you could make out the rather small height but any other details didn`t quite seem to be comprehensive or noticeable. So this was them. You smiled, though you could guess that they wouldn`t see that with how they most likely perceived you in a similar way that you could view them. No words were spoken as you stood only meters apart, time seemingly frozen as all you could do was hope that you could stay like this for longer. Neither they nor you moved, fearing that otherwise the bubble would burst and the glass would shatter and you would wake up, more lonely than ever now that you were apart again. You couldn`t speak, somehow knowing that sounds would not travel far here, but you didn`t need to do that, as all you needed was your connection and bond as soulmates. Warmth, affection and joy swirled between you both and almost felt tangible, as if all you needed to do was reach out to drown in these emotions. 

When Meliodas found himself in a dream more realistic than any other he wondered what had happened. He wandered a bit before recognising the forest to be the one crossing the border that Stigma established and vehemently defended. Feeling a presence he followed the strange pull, coming across the figure hidden in shadows with wings that couldn`t have been a fairy`s or a goddess`s. Something else or something in between? He didn`t care. All that mattered was the sense of recognition. It was you. His partner. His destined other. His soulmate. His.

Only after waking up did he realise where exactly you both would meet. The verge on which enemies would meet to battle. Where blood was spilled in the constantly ongoing war. The perimeter seemed in tact though, so you at least wouldn`t meet directly on a battlefield. One thing he did know now, however. You stood on opposing sides, Demons against Stigma, darkness against light, him versus you. How cruel to put you so far away from him, Meliodas mused. But if he had to he knew who to betray and who to stay loyal to. 

You spend the next days searching for the exact place you two would meet, ignoring the suspicious stares and whispers about, oh, look, the hybrid is slacking of, no wonder. You wondered how they`d react to your soulmate who was undeniably on the opposite force of the conflict. You supposed one of you would have to switch sides and if you couldn`t convince them than you would have to do so. Though with how they ended up emotionally before you interacted you hoped they would agree with you. Even if the others were against it, the higher ups respected your hard work and if that didn`t work you`d ask Elizabeth, who always seemed hesitant about the war and disliked judging others no matter who they were, for help. 

Either way, you thought, being prepared wouldn`t hurt. After finally finding the place you hid a small bag full of important belongings and necessities in the trunk of the hollow tree along with a small gift you hoped your soulmate would appreciate. Following the thickening of your bond you had started to feel other and smaller sensations of them and while you were quite distressed with how often they seemed to fight, you couldn`t deny the feeling of joy when you drank a wine and instantly knew that they liked it, having had a faint taste of it. Hoping that this time you could enjoy it together you made sure the bottle was secure before heading of again.

Every time the weather was like the one in your vision, your and their hope grew and while you reached the place in no time, having memorised the way, they still hadn’t found it. Meliodas wished to fly over the forest but he had seen himself walking and knew that was the only way to get to you. So he wandered around, over and over and when he finally recognised a turn he followed the path eagerly. It took a bit to notice your presence, it being hidden seeing as anything else would be suicide so close to a hostile region. He rushed through the trees, his and yours excitement mixing and growing as you waited, peering through the woods in hopes of catching a glimpse, the first glimpse of the person you had grown to love.

The wind, his hearts and time itself stopped as he came to a halt in front of you. Your eyes were the first things he noticed, shining with a light that warmed him, overflowing with affection. You stared just as much, his black eyes turning into a beautiful shade of green as he lowered himself to the ground, his black wings disappearing from sight. You did the same, letting your feet touch the earth below you before moving one in front of the other. The grin on your face widened as he did the same and before you knew it he wrapped his arms around you.

“Hello“, you whispered. All former thoughts and ideas on your first words spoken to him seeming too far away to speak now, all you could do was great him. He was so warm, his arms protectively shielding you away from a world that was to cruel to a wonderful being like you, he decided, as he responded in the same manner. His hearts were finally beating again and were much faster now.  

“My name is Meliodas“, he added, chin comfortably resting on your shoulders, eyes closed and melting into your embrace. It felt so right to finally have you. You fitted perfectly into his grasp, his eyes fluttering open and a smile tugging on his lips as he heard your name. You were finally here, with him. Meliodas knew in this moment he could never let you go. He would follow you wherever you wanted to and destroy anyone that dared and try harm you, no matter the consequences, as long as he could be with you, the one who cared and comforted him, the one that was made for him and the one he was made for, his soulmate.

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hii I love your blogs sooo much you're really talented (I just needed to say it sorry) so straight to the point, I already made 2 requests to you and I really enjoyed your writing so I would like to make another again. As I'm clueless about what to request I'll just ask for random hcs for konoha 11, idk if it's too much but if so then you can do with Neji (I love him so much), Kakashi and Naruto. Thank you in advance and sorry anything ^^

RANDOM KONOHA 11 HEADCANONS!

FEATURING: naruto, sakura, shikamaru, ino, choji, neji, rock lee, tenten, kiba, hinata, and shino

WARNINGS: mentions alcohol, drugs, food, bugs, and the tiniest nsfw mention if you get the joke. hehe

A/N: AHHHH ANONN this seriously made my day, im so so glad you enjoy my work!! 💖

NARUTO

you know how we all have “the chair”, where we throw all of our dirty clothes onto?

yeah, imagine that, but from the seat to the fricking ceiling

its just a GINORMOUS MOUND of clothes, you wonder how he even goes through that many clothes so quickly???

definitely shoves it under his bed whenever guests come over (somehow)

holds chopsticks really weirdly. but it works.

asked tenten to put his hair into space buns to mimic his sexy jutsu and went around flirting with the village

jiraiya was so proud of him T-T

comes up with the WORST pickup lines

they’re so bad, its almost charming. almost

has gone AWOL multiple times, disappearing from everywhere, just everywhere

it scared you a little, so you searched the entire village for him

you finally found him sitting on the ledge of a cliff, gazing out at the vast sea

concerned and panicked, you cried out to ask him what was wrong

he turned to you with a crestfallen, devastated look on his face and said,

“i bought shrimp ramen instead of chicken ramen.”

you’ve never searched for him after his disappearance ever again.

SAKURA

100% makes origami shurikens and chucks them at you

they are deathly precise and deathly sharp. seriously, how are these not illegal weapons yet???

writes threatening motivational notes to herself on the mirror

“u got this!” “make sure to smack naruto today!” “ino sucks!”

her backpack would always be way too high up on her back. idk why but. it would

does her hair all nice and pretty before she goes out but once she arrives to her destination SHE KEEP. TAKING. IT OUT. and redoing it over and over and over again

like it’s impossible to make eye contact with her because she’s holding a bobby pin between her teeth while braiding her hair

her guilty pleasure would be hostess treats

ding dongs are her favorite. don’t ask me how i know, i just know.

eats the yellow starbursts just to spite naruto and all her haters

loves small lap dogs, she think’s they’re so cute and cuddly

but she especially loves chihuahuas

they’re so feisty and naruto HATES them, so of course she had to go and get one for herself

dresses the poor dog up in little bonnets and jackets and ties its tiny fuzzy hairs into pigtails

she and the chihuahua are not that much unlike <3

SHIKAMARU

this man is a god at shogi but he absolutely SUCKSSSS at cup pong.

is this an ick? idk. but he is absolute trash at this game.

it gets even worse when he’s got a couple drinks in him

tries to calculate the velocity and acceleration and angle and shit but his shot is always a good two feet off BYE 😭

just mutters an “aw, shit” before awaiting his turn again

hates checkers, loves chess

“checkers is for WUSSIES” - shikamaru nara

i said this in another post, but he is Very Good at whistling

like that’s his hidden talent

can copy any tune with the perfect pitch and rhythm

speaking of, he can do really cool tricks with his tongue

like making a four leaf clover, touching the bridge of his nose with it, flipping it upside down, you name it

he has slanted, scrawled handwriting, to the point where it’s almost illegible

wbk he cheats in school SO OFTEN. but he never gets caught. he’s not stupid, he just couldn’t care less about his classes.

thinks weed and e-cigs are stupid, cigarettes are where it’s at

you just can’t replicate the feeling of taking a drag from a cig after a long, tiring day

plus he looks hella cool while doing it B)

INO

teaches the boyz™️ how to braid their hair

like they all gather in a circle around this feisty fashionista and fail attempt to braid their hair

sakura was just fuming in the sidelines

“OI, INO-PIG, THAT’S A DUTCH BRAID, NOT A FRENCH BRAID!!”

yeah, ino 🙄

the only one that can actually do it is neji because a) this man is talented af and b) he’s got the long hairrr

ino probably envies his thick, sleek hair because hE’S a bOy

also asks everyone for their blood type and zodiac signs and tells them if they’re compatible with her or not

and definitely judges you for your sign 😣

“oh, you’re a gemini? hmm, what a shame...”

makes bouquets for her favorite people and kin assigns everyone a flower

only assigns the pretty nice ones to the people she likes (sorry sakura, you’re out of luck)

one of her favorite hobbies is crafting! she’s really good with details and small things so she loves making those miniature dollhouses and stuff

also really good at watercoloring. especially painting flowers and landscapes

also i feel like she would be really good at playing any instrument because of her skilled hands

can play a badass flute solo. period.

CHOJI

would honestly rather die than get anywhere NEAR an asparagus

he just thinks they’re so gross and bitter and NOT SALTY

he always eats his yakiniku a little bit undercooked because he’s way too impatient to wait for it to cook fully. who do you think he is??

whenever he cloud gazes with shikamaru, when asked what he thinks a cloud looks like, he just says some sort of food

“oi, choji, what does that one look like to you?”

“a... yakiniku grill... with... pineapple rings on it! ooh, and a wagyu steak right there!”

he thinks pringles are an abomination to society. where’s the crisp? where’s the grease? where’s the saltiness?!!!

asks ino to teach him how to do his hair all fancy and the two of them devote an entire day learning different hairstyles

it’s his new favorite thing to do now :D

he really likes crayons!!!!

like he’ll write with them, draw with them, color with them, do everything with them

he’s even tried to eat them. he said they tasted good.

definitely had the 128 crayon pack WITH THE BUILT-IN SHARPENER, and everyone thought he was the coolest kid in town

he ate it UP, he even scored some bbq dates with the ladies

i also feel like he loves basketball, and he has a MEAN slam dunk

like his vertical isn’t that high, but the man can REACH

he loves when people laugh at him when he challenges them to a 1v1 and then proceeds to absolutely destroy them <3

NEJI

he seems like a cucumber kind of guy.

just cucumber

like i feel like he puts it in everything; soba, salads, sandwiches, his face, yeah

it’s mellow and cool, just like him!

speaking of, i feel like he lives for spa days and facials

it just lets him be alone in his little cucumber scented world for an hour or two and he gets damn clear skin from it as well

seriously he has PERFECT skin. flawless. not a single blemish. his cheeks feel like baby butts they’re so smooth.

i feel like he’d be a god at solving rubik’s cubes, don’t ask me why

like if anyone scrambled theirs on accident they would just take it to neji and he’d solve it in the blink of an eye

CAT PERSON!!! loves the little meow meows

who are we kidding, neji basically is a cat; agile, aloof, does silly things without trying to, very cute

he just feels akin to the little fuzzballs and he thinks petting cats are extremely therapeutic. good for the soul

he is a golf man. he would take his juniors golfing and everyone thinks he’s uncool. cmon neji let them go to the skate park at least T-T

also very good at karaoke, definitely surprised everyone once he got a few drinks in him since he started serenading you

LIGHTWEIGHT!!! do not get more than one shot of alcohol in him. he will go berserk.

i also feel like he’d really love photography; not taking pictures of people, but of nature

he loves taking a quiet stroll through a pretty forest and snapping pictures of all the unique flora and fauna

it’s so serene ︶ ‿ ︶

ROCK LEE

100% milly rocks everywhere

gai got in on it too once he asked what lee was doing

“is that what all the youthful cool kids do these days!”

they also dab together. a lot

DO NOT BE SEEN WITH THESE TWO!!! you are not associated with them.

definitely is the one breakdancing in the middle of the dance circle at a high school party

he’s mad skilled at it too

headspins and windmills galore

challenged naruto to a dance-off and completely OBLITERATED him

lee then asked if naruto wanted a rematch, this time with one hand tied behind lee’s back

naruto obliged, and he STILL lost

RIP naruto and his fangirls, they all scrambled to lee afterwards T-T

i feel like his favorite subject is science

not the boring physics equations and laws and theories but the fun EXPERIMENTS

definitely has singed all of his hair off one time and he went to gai blubbering to help him grow back his precious hair

but he loves experimenting with different combinations and chemicals to get different reactions each time

created a potent love potion and carried it around with him all day one day

and it was actually working

girls were flocking to him left and right, staring at his lips and his face

he was so abashed at the sudden attention

heck, it even worked on sakura

“oi, lee-san!”

“hehe, yes, sakura-san?”

her eyes shifted downwards to his lips and his heart thumped harder

“hey... lee-san?”

“what is it?”

“you have something on your lip. we’ve been trying to tell you all day but you just winked and blew kisses at us.”

legend has it lee has still not recovered to this day.

TENTEN

has THE prettiest handwriting. and she can write SUPER fast

it’s like a superpower

like she transcribed five pages of a report in less than two minutes with perfect handwriting

naruto is so jealous.

she is also super good at origami! those diligent, accurate hands aren’t just for throwing things

taught sakura how to make shurikens but does NOT endorse any violent uses of them

she can replicate all of her weapons with paper and they can actually function, it’s so cool

made paper kunai knives one day and the wholeee village wanted to get their hands on them

i feel like she’d listen to mitski. idk i just get those vibes

LOVES BIG DOGS!! especially fluffy wuffy samoyeds

like man’s best friend?? no, GIRL’S BEST FRIEND!!

hugs and cuddles and squishes all the big dogs

she thinks small dogs are spawns of satan

sakura and her have definitely quarreled over this

but at the end of the day, all dogs are adorable fur babies, so she lets it slide :,)

KIBA

kiba always looks SO GOOD in photos you take of him, candid or not

like you could just whip out a camera and snap a photo of him at any given moment and he would look perfect

you framed a picture of him yelling at akamaru for peeing inside the house

it’s pure artwork

i feel like he tries to swagger around with his hands shoved in his pockets but it fails MISERABLY and the girls are wondering if he broke his leg or something 😭

kiba just walk normally. for the love of god please just walk normally.

he tries to slump back in his chair really low but one time he slouched way too low so he slipped off of his chair and onto the ground LMFAOOOO

he just wallowed there... in shame...

also.. he LOVES when the girls put makeup on him!!

he tries to act like he hates it. but it secretly gives him so much confidence

not to mention the girls hyping him up are a huge ego boost

okay the inside of his jacket hood is the warmest. thing. EVER!!!

seriously, no wonder this dude is so happy-go-lucky all the time, he’s living in literal heaven 24/7

it’s like you’re sleeping on a cloud inside a warm, cozy bed during a cold winter morning

10/10 would recommend letting him give you his sweatshirt when you’re chillin with a hair tie ❤️

HINATA

always smells like lavender soap. always

also has the cutest pencil pouches with little puppy faces and kawaii things

oH and she has those mini yoobi highlighters, she thinks they’re so cute (and functional!)

everyone flocks to her to try them out and marvel at the cute tiny highlighters

and they try to steal them from her but she doesn’t even stop them because she’s too timid to 😭

naruto goes BALLISTIC over them

she lets him have all of them <3

tennis girl!!! tennis girl.

all of her opponents always underestimate her because she’s so timid and shy and quiet

but she has a KILLER serve

and then she takes her opponents to the slaughterhouse with a complete shutout ;)

she’s really athletic believe it or not, she can beat most of the boys in a mile run and she has incredible endurance

i feel like she really loves velvet scrunchies

she just thinks they’re so pretty and they keep her hair soft so they’re cute and functional

also takes the PRETTIEST notes!!

color codes, dividers, headers, you name it, it’s all super readable too its insane

everyone asks her for her notes, not to study but just to appreciate the pure artwork that it is ^w^

SHINO

shino is SO easy to prank

“how do you catch an eyemaster?” *cue naruto and kiba snickering*

“eyemaster bait. that is because—”

even when everyone’s laughing their asses off, he still continues to explain his answer since he does NOT GET THE JOKE

tried his hand at writing haikus

here’s his best one so far:

“Bugs are amazing. That is because they are bugs. Bugs are very nice.” - Shino Aburame

VERY proud of it, since it took him weeks to perfect

praise it, pls

had one of those ant farms and bug-catching kits as a kid

and he would fill the kit TO THE BRIM. LIKE IT WAS HEAVY BECAUSE THERE WERE SO MANY BUGS.

he loves the little chitters of the different bugs

he had jars of different bugs all lined up on a wall shelf in his room

collects silkworms off of trees and sticks them into his pockets (no i definitely did not do this as a kid...)

HELP I FEEL LIKE he would record a timelapse of his ant farm growing and upload it to youtube with a movie maker title screen that says

“my ants”

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Will of the gods chapter 2

Masterlist 

Summary: Zeus sets his plans into motion, but Hera is quick to try and reconcile with her husband before it is too late. Little does she know that ship has already sailed and Zeus makes certain she knows it, not without toying with her first.

Warnings: dark fic! 18+ no minors, smut-ish?, confrontation,  swearing, derogatory terms, kidnap, forced slavery, sex pollen vibes?, mythological accurate zeus- he's an asshole!, arguments, curses general Zeus fuckery, swearing.

A/N: here is the second part! Im excited to upload this one because it sets the plot in motion~ PLEASE REMEMBER THIS IS A DARK FIC NOT A DISNEY FARIYTALE HAPPY EVER AFTER! Apart from that enjoy 😉 🥰😘

Wordcount: 7955

Zeus climbed the small steps that led from his chambers to the balcony jutting out over the world below. He peered over the thick stone balustrade into the mortal realm again sitting heavily on it whilst placing his plate and wine down beside him. His eyes locked on you, finding you without hesitation

 

Your group was moving back towards your hotel. You kept looking around frantically peeking over your shoulder. It was sweet in a way. That fear, the unbridled panic of encountering something far more powerful than yourself. The doubt that maybe you had been accosted by a Devine being. Your hand wandering to your chest every now and then to feel your lungs drawing breath. Trying to make sense of your ordeal no doubt. Your modern world thought myths were stories, but everyone new all stories had a grain of truth to them. And in the ancient times there was no need for lies. Not when nobody disputed the existence of gods.

 

Zeus smirked to himself; he couldn’t wait to get you here. To have you beside him on Olympus.  The fuss you’d make when you realised just how much trouble you were in. He wasn’t stupid, he knew the destruction he causes, the havoc he wrecked. But he was a god, king of the gods the aftermath was of no consequence to him. It didn’t bother him in the slightest. He would do as he pleased because he was the ruler of the cosmos, nothing and no one could ever chastise him. Hera would learn that the ugly way.

 

His thoughts drifted to his shamed wife. His grin grew wider. She would pay, he would make sure of it. He couldn’t help hoeing that his little mortal would unleash a few scathing words on her as well. Zeus was no fool, Hera would try something. She would corner you and try to upset you, hurt even kill you. But Zeus had a plan. He was going to make sure nothing could remove you from his side. You were his and will remain untouchable both figuratively and literally. 

 

"What do you need of me my king?" Eros asked as he approached slowly. Zeus jumped snapping from his thoughts as Eros moved through the room. He grinned excited about what was to come. The punishment and cruel torture he had in mind for you whilst he attended other matters involving your arrival.

 

A mortal couldn’t just waltz into his realm. No, they would have to have protection, enchantments, talismans, spells. Zeus would have to prepare something to bind you, keep you alive yet remain young and something to anchor you to Olympus when you decided to jump. And you would, perhaps out of desperation or more likely in your case sheer stubbornness. He could see you throwing yourself off the edge of the mountain’s gardens in spite. Just to make sure he couldn’t have you.

 

"A curse. A punishment. This mortal" Zeus announced turning once more looking down at you motioning for Eros to join him. Eros smiled when Zeus pointed you out to him. So, his king had been truthful. It was not a ruse to anger Hera. He truly intended to have a human warm his bed once more.  The god of lust preened, he looked forward to watching this play out. He was not fond of watching Zeus be held down by here. Zeus was unsuitable and lust driven. The god king needed something to wet his appetite. Hera had never really lived up to Zeus’ expectations once he had her. This mortal would though, he dare say the Aries born fiery spirit would match Zeus perfectly. He always did enjoy the prickly ones that would snap back.

 

"A mortal woman who wronged you my liege?" He asked looking at the tempting female. She was pleasant looking, curvaceous well rounded and looked like a comfortable rut. He watched the mortal turn baring her blunt teeth snapping at another female beside her shutting the gangly woman up with a fierce few words. Oh yes, Eros could see the appeal. She would hold a venomous bite for any who dared to antagonize her, and those were the most fun to tame and ruin. His king had found a remarkable pet. Eros was almost jealous.

 

"A mortal who was brave enough to refuse me, she has a fire in her that not even Hera herself had. I would like to tame it and make her pay for her insolence~" Eros noted the sinister longing coming off the golden eyed god in waves. It was sobering, the possessive lust radiating off Zeus; who was probably the most lustful being in existence was almost too much for even Eros to endure, it frightened him. But he must remain and try to navigate this new task.

 

"With lust?" Eros asked with a lopsided grin tilting his head up to his king who smirked wolfishly, a fang displayed under the curled lip. Zeus turned to Eros with a knowing approval. Eros had already understood. Good.

 

"Yes, I will draw her to me. You will draw her to me, I want her overcome and ravenous" Zeus began thought running wild as the lewd images of his mortal rutting her own palms crying and moaning in sweet sexual frustration. Yes, he wanted you to be nothing but a whore for him.

 

"I want her dizzy with desire, so needy, so wanton that she can barely think straight! That she would mount anything and anyone to try and ease her arousal." Zeus didn’t  realise he had spoke his thoughts. But the words were true, that’s exactly what he wanted. He will teach you a lesson and let you suffer before retrieving you.

 

"Anyone my liege?" Eros asked confused by the gods exclamation.  Surely that couldn’t be right?

 

"Well not entirely, I want none to satisfy her.  I want her to never find release with any other. Not even herself." The smile on his face was dark like that of a predator whose hunt was successful.  Savage and full of a deep-seated beastly lust.  Eros was shocked at first by his king’s decree, but the shock was short lived after all this was Zeus.

 

"I want her to only ever find her pleasure with me. I want her to be so mad with lust that she will seek me out on hands and knees begging for me to fuck her tiny body and ruin her, and ruin her I shall~"

 

"A cunning and unusual punishment. I like it~" Eros finally spoke shuffling on his feet and peered over the edge once more to spy the poor unfortunate mortal. She had no idea what was in store for her, but there was also a thrill. A dark excitement running through the lust god, he could not wait to watch his liege claim the small woman, better yet he couldn’t wait for the mortal to resist~ it was always fun watching the petty human spirit break. They couldn’t  help it in the end all mortals fell to there own flesh's desire~

 

"A torment that will ultimately bind her to me. This mortal is... unusually stubborn, I ordered her to invite me to her bed and she attacked me. Physically attacked" Zeus mused with a chuckle tilting his head to Eros but his eyes stayed locked on his prize. It amused the god; the defiance of these millennial humans was astounding.

 

"Attacked? A foolish mortal tried to attack the king of the gods?" Eros asked scoffing finding the notion laughable. Humans had forgotten their place among the cosmos, it was about time they were reminded of it.

 

"Yes, I’m more amused than anything. I realise why, she was born under arise and she definitely live up to her fire sign. I stole the air from her lungs and she still managed to curse at me, using her would be last breaths to tell me exactly what she thought of me.  Struggling with a vicious fury! A true savage born of fire and war a stubborn wilful spirit who will fight tooth and nail until the end" Zeus laughed placing both hands on the balustrade dipping his head down grinning ear to ear imagining the blissful end. The way you’d cry out for him as he took your body for himself and granted you a dose of true divinity. You’d love it, and hate it all in one. And he'd get a kick out of watching you battle yourself as your body betrays you and melts over him.

 

Zeus stood once stepping away from the view and rounded his table plucking up two goblets of wine and took a sip from one and then pinned Eros with his bright yellow gaze.

 

"She is the perfect mistress; she will entertain me for years. I want to play with her, test her metal." The god king began waving the second goblet over the direction of his newly found female. Then stood before Eros, towering over him smirking as Eros shifted under his intense gaze.

 

"So, I ask you god of lust. To curse this woman with unsatable lust, burn her loins with a fire that only I can sooth" his words were accompanied with an offer of wine, Zeus held out the goblet as an exchange trying to make the deal official. Eros cleared his throat and smirked accepting the wine, sealing to deal. And began to speak offering his own little twist to the curse about to befall the unsuspecting mortal.

 

"I shall do one better my lord. I shall turn others from her. No male will rise for her and no woman will dampen for her, so even if she was to seek solace in others, they could not help her even if they tried"

 

Zeus’s laugh bellowed out into the open air and he spun around the lust god landing a mighty arm across his shoulder patting his back leading him deeper into his chambers.

 

"I always did like you Eros, so cunning and fun. Tricky but in the best way. This is going to be perfect” the king announced before taking a deep drink from his cup sighing savouring the sweet wine on his tongue for a second.

 

"It will be so my king, it has been a long time since I have afflicted such a curse on a mere mortal, I would be interested to see how these new age humans cope with such punishment" Eros admitted out loud truthfully whilst sipping his own drink.

 

Yes, and your intervention is only the beginning. Tell Hephaestus to come see me in the morning, I have a task for him as well" Zeus added with a sly knowing smile. Eros grinned nodding as his eyes glowed alighting with curiosity. Things were about to become interesting on Olympus. And it was about time.

 

It was just over a later that Zeus’ observation of his new quarry was interrupted, he was so lost in his daydreams and fantasies of plundering the small snappy mortal he hadn’t noticed the night come and go. Helios was slowly rising over the horizon when the delicate footfalls reached his ear. Delicate, bare feet cautiously creeping towards him. He flicked his gaze over his shoulder and then heaved a mighty sigh as his newly disgraced wife edged towards him, nervous held breaths gave away her fright. Though she tried to stand tall and seem strong he could almost taste her fear on the air.

 

"I sent for Hephaestus, and the last I saw of my son he did not prefer a feminine physique" Zeus broke the silence, shattering it along with any hopes Hera had in him being in a jovial mood. His tone was less than impressed. He sounded cruel, stoic and smug all at once. She shuddered as once again she was reminded of his darker side, the ruthlessness that had made him king of the gods. And the spiteful glee he had in every nasty deed he did. He was chaos in its most unruly from, the embodiment of raw unbridled power, lust and pride.

 

He remained peering downwards, all seeing eyes locked onto his mortal who was staggering out of bed to the bathroom. Her legs on full display showing off the natural voluptuous curves, meaty thighs sliding against one another as she darted across the room. Zeus smirked; he couldn’t wait to explore the beautiful woman. To revel in the unique stripes across her legs. The marks of her full body decorating her like a canvas of tiny delicate brush strokes painting a picture of her womanly growth across her skin. He wanted to count them, to kiss and bite each one claiming them for himself. He wanted to decorate her body, to leave his marks. He drew a lungful of air only to pause as the scent of his wife’s perfume.

 

"And yet you linger. Why have you darkened my door way with your pitiful weeping Hera? Was I not clear enough that you have lost my favour?" Zeus chided finally turning to face his once beloved wife, the wife who'd reduced herself to a bitter old crone.

 

"I wished to plead with you to see reason husband. I have waited, like a good wife. Given you time alone to calm. Please, please Zeus my love do not do this. Not again please I beg you, let me return, let me show you the affection you have missed" Heras’s pleading began with an air of uncertainty, she tip toed forward timidly, very unlike her. Zeus’ head tipped back and he leaned on the stonework behind him humming moving a hand over his face thoughtfully. Hera took that as an invitation and stepped closer hastily, her eyes were hopeful and her stance softened. She grew relaxed but still continued her pleading.

 

"I wronged you. Please Zeus I wronged you in such a terrible way! Disrespected not only our marriage but allowed my insecurities to engulf me. I sought a cold revenge. I’m truly truly sorry, I am begging you. On hands and knee to reconsidered this. Give me one more chance to be the wife and lover you deserve" Heras mournful pleading finally came to an end and she shrunk, making herself the perfect image of a weeping pitiful woman. It was a desperate attempt to try and make him feel sorry for her, to see her as a small weak female and give in to her desires.

 

But Zeus was not fooled, he knew exactly what she was doing. And he wouldn’t fall for her games and trickery. He drew a breath and held it for a second and grinned before speaking.

 

"But your not" he uttered grin falling 8nto a predatory playful smirk, he was all fangs and gruff chuckles. His head tipped forward to her and he crossed his arms. He may not fall for Heras’s bullshit, but she didn’t know that, neither did it mean he couldn’t toy with her. After all he had some time to kill.

 

"P-pardon?"

 

"You said hands and knees, you are not Hera" Zeus added tilting his head down watching her from the top of his eyes. They glowed a dark gold, the amber once gleaming now held a morbid cruelty that only Hera could see. She knew he was playing with her, but she had no other choice then to give in and play the game. She had to please him, amuse him if she was ever going to stop the humiliation her king husband had planned.

 

Slowly she moved dropping as gracefully as she could onto her knees. Biting her lip trying to hold her tongue as she surrendered to him. Her descent to her hands and knees was reflected in Zeus, as her shame grew so to did his amusement. Once the queen was on her hands and knees, begging at her all-powerful husband’s feet she began once more to plead for his mercy and try to sway him.

 

"Please... please give me another chance, a chance I do not deserve, yet I beg you to give me this small mercy. Please my love let me sooth you once again. Please Zeus, my king. I love you, I have always loved you, it is why is was so scorned. A fierce love such as ours is owed a second chance" Zeus contemplated his next words, letting a thick silence hang between them both for a few moments, tipping his head to the side and then nodded to himself decisively.

 

Hera perked up believing Zeus’ nod was a sign she had out manoeuvred him. But her smile dropped when the king of gods snapped his eyes to her quickly casting her a hard taunting look. What ever burst of relief had ignited in Hera died instantly.

 

"A fierce love such as ours? Since when have you been one for such over romanticised delusions. It’d be laughable if you had not sounded so utterly pathetic! To think I made such a snivelling female my wife!" Zeus snarled forgoing his amusement to snap and sneer at Hera spread out on the floor like a common wench. He'd have kept more respect for her had she refused to throw herself at his feet.

 

"There is no love between us, we had a mutual understanding. You get to call yourself queen at the cost of baring children and bending over at my command. A week ago I would have gladly taken advantage of you on you knees sweet Hera. Fucked your mouth until, your jaw had locked, misshapen and sore. Before reconciling with you, moving you back in to my chambers, all would have been well" his words flowed endlessly cutting and scorning the woman before him. Two millennia of rage and insult boiling over and crashing on the goddess in wave after wave of scathing words both threatening and teasing. He was taunting her once more just to see her face fall.

 

"But alas you pushed too far and my attention is elsewhere. A younger sweeter prize. I wondered if you’d beg like a whore to warm my cock once more. There is something charming about it" he shrugged and stepped around the ruined goddess he once called his queen. Choosing to ignore her, disregarding her as if she were a servant or mere mortal grovelling at his feet.

 

"Your begging and pleading has never halted my decisions about you or my mistresses before, so what makes you believe it will now?" He added peering over his shoulder as he fell into a large mount of pillows sprawling out like a big cat stretching and purring as he plucked some ripe fruit from one of the many bountiful tables in the room.

 

"Because we have been monogamous for two thousand years. I thought you had changed yet you would do this again Zeus? Humiliate me once more? And not even with a nymph or goddess but lie with a wretched new age stupid mortal!? Not even a blue blood royal" Hera cried scrabbling back to her feet face red in humiliation, rage flaring her nostrils like an enraged bull... well cow. She followed him standing before him as he rolled to his side before growling uncomfortably and then morphed out of his uncomfortable human clothes he'd forgotten to remove over night.

 

He sighed resting in the white toga, fiddling with it as he spoke unamused by how long this conversation was taking. He was growing weary of his wife's presence and made it clear by rearranging himself.

 

"Its what you wanted isn’t it? A reason to be so? Spiteful just think Hera, now you wont have to pretend so~ you actually have a reason to wallow in your misery" Hera scoffed squeaking in a silent anger and then threw her hands up into the air her voice raising as she screeched.

 

"Why!? Why do you need this woman!?" Zeus winced at the volume; it was far too early for that type of screaming. He fixed her with a look hat sent shivers down her spine, even clouds came rolling in, dark and angry, the static in the air rose. Hera could feel it on her skin, the hairs prickling under the threatening storm she may endure if she forgot her place again.

 

"Because you are boring, washed up and used. And you made it clear you wish to be free from my embrace, now you are, forever more. I shall never lie with you again” Zeus hissed suddenly turning on his rage and fury, it was like watching a large animal turn before her eyes. Once calm distaste being unleashed as a savage fury.

 

"Please Zeus- my love, my king! Do not put me through this again, I will try harder I will bend to your will! Bare you more children! Anything you command but do not do this again. We can be as we were! Making love day and night!" Hera continued albeit this time less angered, and a much more pathetic tine, almost whimpering as the skies continued to blacken out the sun. It was rare for Helios to be shrouded by cloud up here on Mount Olympus, only the god kings rage could drown out the god of the sun. And Zeus’ furious storm was building, Hera was pushing her luck. But she had no choice.

 

"We couldn’t even if you tried your hardest Hera! You do nothing for me anymore. I have not visited your chambers recently because you no longer excite me. I have not risen for you in a long while, your bitterness has dampened my appetite for your cunt" he bellowed at the goddess, rising to his feet and shouting, his voice loud and terrifying like the cracks of thunder, it was a sound you felt as well as heard. Hera brought her hands to her chest holding herself trying to ignore the pain in her chest as the shouts of her husband hit her like blunt bruising blows against her flesh.

 

"And that wife, is saying something." Zeus growled halting his rampage before her, leaning over her until she shrunk, shying away from his almighty gaze. He growled, sneering at her lost in his temper. He'd had enough.

 

"A-and this mortal?" Hera trembled daring to whisper out the question frightened of the answer.

 

"Had me trembling with little more then a glance and a few hissed words through clenched teeth. She was so? Forbidden~ There is a fire in her that burns brightly! she out shone even your persistent refusal. She is plump, ripe and so enthralling. She has something about her that goddesses and nymphs alike lack... a certain human charm, bravery, her fragility and strength is both her blessing and curse. And I want her. I want her more then anything, I will completely possess her" Zeus stated losing himself in his maddened thoughts with a terrifying grin. Hera then knew all was lost. Zeus had truly strayed from her this time. He was taken by this mortal

 

"I... I understand" Hera said finally succumbing, giving in to Zeus. There was little the queen could do but wait for him to tire of this whore and then be there waiting his return. He will not stay in the mortal realm long, and when he does come home, she will be in his chambers waiting. Hera knew she was in a precarious situation; she could not lose her crown. Because in Olympus queens aren't demoted, they are killed and replaced.

 

She had to fall into his favour again, her life now depends on it. And if standing by and letting him have this final mortal conquest and bedding him upon his return was the only way to keep her life and crown then she will do it.

 

"Do you? Because I warn you now should anything happen to my mortal, should they transform, or die mysteriously you will find yourself in Tartarus suffering a fate worse then Prometheus. I will not have my bed mate ruined by a jealous, useless sulking wife who has pouted wrinkles into her once pristine face." He teased pointing at her aging features.  Goddesses weren't supposed to age but Heras’s years of frowning and sulking had finally taken its toll. He observed with cruel fascination as her face dropped into shock and her trembling fingers moved to her frown lines giving away that she knew about the strange lines now adorning her face. It was a low blow but Zeus didn't care by this point.

 

He'd spent an entire week watching his mortal, learning all he could of her in the way only gods knew how. He could read her life, he had even gone to his daughters, the fates. Usually, he avoided them left them to their own devices but this time he risked the venture. And he had learned much about his mortal, he had even managed to sweet talk them into holding off on her fate. She was to die suddenly on her final day of her trip. But Zeus had intervened, fended it off so he may have extra time to steal her away. His daughters had agreed but only because of their dislike for Hera.

 

He would have taken her then, but he needed his son to fashion some enchanted arm bands or shackles as well as a thin chain that would bind her to Olympus just in case she decided to be dramatic and thrown herself off the temple to try and return home.  Its was why Hephaestus was being summoned again today. The something God had finished the enchanted items and was bringing them to him to inspect. They must be as beautiful as they are powerful.

 

"Be thankful I am even allowing you to remain in my halls while she resides here. I could just as easily send you to hades" Zeus finally replied grinning as he let his plans finally unveil to his wife.  

 

"Zeus you cant be serious? You’d not only desecrate our marriage but you'll bring that whore here?" Zeus winced as the goddess seemed to try and reawaken the dead with her enraged screech. But soon shook away the ringing in his ears to smirk and reply to her, taunting her once more.

 

"Of course, Hera, where did you think my new mistress was going to be held?" The god king laughed in his wives’ face, taunting her. He made no attempt to hide his amusement. He enjoyed having this over her, being able to do as he pleased without any repercussions.  And it was all the more sweeter if he enraged the woman who had become nothing but a thorn in his side for a millennia.

 

"But to bring her here?! To Olympus? A mortal in the realm of gods!? You cant!" Hera got brave, lost her fear in her angered cry she padded towards him placing he hand on his arm. Her words were frightened, offended and scared. Never had Zeus brought a mortal conquest here. And the thought of him changing that now was very unsettling.

 

Did her husband truly love her? Had he found her replacement after all this time? Or was this just another cruelty, a sadistic game to punish her with? She didn’t know, Zeus was anything but predictable when it came to revenge and lust. But one thing was for certain, this mortal coming to Olympus could only mean destruction for Hera.

 

"Can’t? You seem to forget I am the almighty! Master of the cosmos! King of the gods! Ruler of all- even you" Zeus roared, stalking towards her making her stumble back in fright. He was close to the edge a rumble of thunder echoed across the bleak sky, Hera could here the stampede of sandals as the others darted for cover. Everyone knew the king was angry and none wanted to be out in the open when all hell broke loose. Zeus had been known to smite accidentally when he lost his temper.

 

"I am your wife! Your queen!" Hera couldn’t help but argue, for a second she was just as furious as he was. He was right, he did have ultimate control over her, the Olympians, humans and the cosmos.... but she would never admit that! Especially not now after he coerced her to grovel on the floor and humiliated her.

 

"You are little more then a servant! The day you refused to lie with me was the day you lost the right to call yourself my wife and queen! You refused my rights to you- disregarded the only thing that held you above the rest. You denied me one to many times and now you are nothing but another woman to command" he bellowed at her; red faced fury. Hera tried backing up away from him as he screamed in her face but was quickly backed into a stone column.

 

She shook as Zeus’ hand moved, his fingers brushing along her arm, slowly tracing a line across her shoulder and came to cup her neck in a threatening but gentle grip. He chuckled low, voice dropping to a dangerous tone, eyes alight with an excited anger. Vindictive, spiteful and smug.

 

"But make no mistakes I still own you. Just as I own my new conquest. And if I want her to reside here with me then she will, if I want to mount her in your own bed and soil her on the very sheets you sleep on I shall." He breathed down the side of her face, his fingers curling, squeezing. His nails biting into her skin making her whimper.

 

"If I want you to kneel by my bed and watch as I impregnate her with another bastard you will. For I am god of the gods. I am the king and you will do as I command or face my wrath" his words were deranged and fuelled by little more then vengeance and mirth. He was playing with Hera. Toying with her in a cruel way, after two millennia he was enacting his revenge, teaching his wife a lesson she ought to have learned long ago. He was all powerful and answered to know one.

 

He smiled wolfishly and pressed his nose to her quivering pale cheek. He took a second to nuzzle her delicately drinking in her fearful sweet breath. Hera was frozen in place gulping, wincing as the grip on her throat seemed heavier then before. Apart of her relished in the attention as Zeus’ nose ghosted her cheek and jaw.

 

"You are not my first wife Hera, and you will quickly find that there is no reason for you to be the last..." he uttered under his breath and then pressed a soft parting kiss to her trembling lips. And 5hen with out warning or any care for her well being he flung her. Using the hand around her throat to swing and launch her to the door to his chambers.

 

She yelped pitifully and staggered only just catching herself as she fell to the floor, one hand going to her neck as if shocked she hadn’t had it snapped by Zeus. Her king tipped his head tutting at her with a small shake of his head clearly finding her fear laughable.

 

 "Now go leave my sight I’m sick of looking at your pitiful face. Return to your chambers and there you shall remain for the rest of the day" he finally ordered dismissing the woman. She climbed up onto her feet sobbing, legs shaking as she cried in panic, she was distraught. But most of all she was defeated and embarrassed.

 

"My liege? Father you asked for me? I brought the gifts" a voice called from the door. Zeus turned seeing an unsure Hephaestus hovering by the door. He smiled not paying any mind to the way his son was eyeing the wailing queen.

 

"Hephaestus! Yes, come I wish to see them!" He said crossing the space opening his arms with a huge grin. Hera wept still rooted to the spot she'd risen from; she didn’t seem to know what to do! Zeus laughed and clapped his son on the back, just as the furious clouds seemed to seep away into the blue sky, Helios' rays lighting the kingdom once more. Zeus ushered in his son eagerly awaiting the new enchanted gifts

 

"Get out Hera and know that should you ever approach me in such a manner again, ever dare to enter my chambers I will not be pleased, nor shall I be forgiving" the kings warning was laced with sharp edged words as he called out over his shoulder.

 

You panted rolling around in bed reaching for another toy as your two others died. You cursed out loud growling and crying into the damp sheets, sweat clinging to every part of you tears rolling down your face. You were hot, clammy, uncomfortable and incredibly horny. Thankfully you'd brought some toys with you on the trip so you were covered, or that’s what you thought.

 

This was scary, unimaginable the way this heat just came on so strong, so fast! It almost hurt! Your skin was tight and constricting, nipples stinging thrumming under your top with a sensitivity you'd never felt.

 

You went to bed and laid sprawled out trying to take care of yourself but you just made it worse. Your thighs were smothered in your arousal a pool below you on the mattress where you’d been at this for hours trying to fend off the immense heat. But all you managed to do was make your loins burn brighter and clit ache, the constant touching of the small bud had now left you tender you felt blistered as your frustration had led you to be rougher on the tiny glistening jewel.

 

But you couldn’t stop, the more you laid back and tried to give yourself a climax the more worried you became. The man you’d seen at the Parthenon kept springing to mind. It had been a week and you’d all but forgotten about him. Sure, you looked over our shoulder a little more, but honestly you hadn’t seen him so just shrugged it off. But now you weren’t so sure he really had left you alone. Had he followed you? Could he have spiked your drink with something when you weren’t looking. It was possible, there were all those horror stories of tourists being kidnapped abroad and he had made it clear he had wanted to fuck you. Was this some fucked up trafficking ring? Had you caught the eye of some gang or something?

 

You debated going to the hospital but what would you say 'help I’m. horny' you didn’t  think that would go down well. You cried out as you pressed your abused clit with your final toy letting the ears flick at the bud. Hissing you squealed managing to endure the pain for but a moment then screamed in frustration launching the toy across the airy room.

 

"My my? Such a desperate little human?" You screamed jumping up as the once empty room was now filled with the stranger from over a week ago. You panted moving a hand to your hair pushing the sticky locks of sweat dampened hair from your face.

 

"Oh- what the fuck?! How did you get in here?" You heaved panic flooding your system when you realised you were here alone and naked by your would be rapist.

 

"I'm a god... remember? Do open your legs a little more, I wish to see my prize~" he said shrugging stepping closer to the bed smirking as your tits heaved, nipples hard, legs quivering and the sheets below you dripping with your honey. Lust and the scent of your delicately spiced arousal was heavy in the air. The aroma thickened air laced his lungs with your honeys scent, the taste rolling over his tongue as he opened his mouth when he spoke.

 

You whined closing your legs tighter not liking how his mere presence seemed to ignite you further. It was unsettling enough to make you want to roll over for him, a strange pulling at your chest.

 

"Get out! I'll call the police-" you began quickly shuffling up the bed leaning on the headboard bunc1hing the sheets around you.

 

"You will be gone long before they come firecracker..." he teased ominously rounding the bed stopping at your side and moved a single hand out to you.

 

"Get out! Ah fuck-no!" You screamed both jolting and freezing as his hand reached out unhurried, two fingers pinching the sheet you held as if your life depended on it.

 

"Such a rude girl, and to think I came all this way to help you with your... Problem" he chuckled pulling the white sheet away casting it to the bottom of the bed out of reach.

 

"My wha- you? Did you do this!? Did you fucking drug me" you seethed eyes glazing with fury and fear. Somehow the hot anger made you lock eyes with him. You didn’t flinch either when his fingers ghosted along your shoulder to your neck.

 

"Not drugged, cursed dear... And technically it was not me. Eros didn't have to obey~" he mused both teasing and baiting you. Trying to egg you on. He needed you to feel your fire attempt to burn him. He wanted you to fight him, it would make your failure all the sweeter.

 

"Just fuck off" you hissed and slapped his hand away then tried to shuffle across the bed to have a fair chance to escape.

 

"Oh come now, there’s no need for that... but then again you cant cum, can you? Poor dear" he chuckled at the feeble escape attempt and grabbed a hold of you. You screeched and kicked, clawing, slapping and even biting. Anything to try and break free whilst screaming for help. Shouting fire over and over because you were smart enough to know shouting rape wouldn’t get any help running your way. Humanity had fallen that far.

 

Zeus silenced you, with a swift hand wrapping around your neck choking you properly with his hand. No godly magic required. Your fighting grew more frantic.

 

"Stop. I said stop, no one is coming for you mortal. No one will save you, none come between me and my prize" he seethed shaking you by your throat making you sob in earnest as it dawned on you that there was nothing you could do. There was no escape, no hiding place. This mad man would do what he pleased for as long as he pleased. He crowded you, leaning over your vulnerable quivering frame and rested his forehead against yours and began hushing you.

 

"Don’t worry little mortal, I will not take you here. I will ruin you in my own realm, my own palace. Fuck you in-between my own sheets and let all Olympus listen as I destroy my very own mortal slave’s cunt" he preened the threat was hummed out with an amused chuckle. He dipped down and kissed your cheek. You whined and shifted facing away from him and the frightening amber eyes that bored into you with a smug knowing. He made your blood run cold.

 

He moved away from you and frowned as the fiery spirit he'd been anticipated to be met with began weeping, tears and pleading doused the fire he'd craved. It angered him; you were beginning to disappoint.

 

"Quit your wailing woman, lest I remove those vocal cords you love to use so much" his threat came with the uncomfortable feeling of his fingers curling into your soft neck and pull forward threatening to pop something out. His anger seeping into the strong fingers and growling voice. You swallowed and nodded through your tears promising to keep quiet sniffling softly.

 

You were overwhelmed, skin hot and stinging below his palm. Your arousal spiking despite your fear of the man. You couldn’t help but appreciate his physique. He was large and fit, handsome in his own odd unique way. Yet on top of the confusion, you were terrified feeling like a true victim for the first time of your life- even your first meeting hadn’t left you this scared.

 

You breathed harshly as his hand released your neck slowly. Then his hand moved higher patting your cheek muttering out a condescending 'good girl' before gliding his fingers down once more, this time his eyes locked onto them. The way his touch made your skin prickle, the dark nipples jutting out hard and sore. Eros had done his job well. You were on a knifes edge, he has no doubt that a single harsh pinch from his finger tips would send you tumbling over the edge into that euphoric climax.

 

"My you are suffering aren’t you my little fiery mortal~" he teased again trailing his fingers around avoiding where he knew you needed it.

 

"What have you done to me?! What have you done!" You sobbed panting and pliant. As much as you hated it, his light touches were the best thing you'd felt since this terrible feeling had taken over you.

 

"Cursed you." He said simply admitting to his deed. And then he did possibly the cruellest thing he has ever done since his birth. He pulled away, leaving you wanting. Body almost convulsing with the trembling wanton shudders.

 

"Cursed?! What- that’s insane I've been drugged, moved I have to get to the hospital- find out what you’ve slipped me!" You cried out to him frightened more then ever because you almost believed this deluded man and his tall tales.

 

"Its nothing more then lust. It will pass once you've been sated. Well for a time." He preened seeing the reality of your situation wash over you, he could hear it in your breaths. You were beginning to understand he was a god. A king and you’re undoing.

 

"Of course, there is now only one thing that can do that now and that’s me. I might lie with you now if you ask nicely, I might even forget what I have planned for you too." His teasing was designed to ignite you, to pull your anger and panic out, he wanted the two to mix and become something explosive that he could then smother himself with the rawness of it all...

 

"No way am I having sex with you; you crazy cunt!"

 

"I want you to remember I did give you a chance to avoid this" came the ominous reply, amused words hid a vague threat. A fanged grin showing the true excitement the god had.

 

"Avoid wha-WHAT THE?" You bellowed as with a wave of his hand there was a weight on your arms. Two strange golden arm bands wrapped around your biceps snug. A strange warmth emitted from them. You quickly moved trying to tug them off but a shock quickly ran through your fingers and arms stinging like pinpricks. Drawing a hiss from you, but you couldn't stop trying to pry them off in panic. You didn’t t understand what was going on.

 

"I wouldn’t do that; they are enchanted my sweet mortal~ the more you try to remove them the harsher that shock will get. It may even burn your soft skin... now as much as I adore your naked form, I am very territorial so let us dress you~" he huffed chiding you calmly peering at you as you shuffled around panicking still scratching and pawing at the new enchanted arm bands. You hadn’t even noticed you were now covered in a pale white soft linen Greek toga, gold chain hanging from your waist drawing the cloth tighter around your bust. 

 

"What? Enchanted? But that’s .no! No, its I’m high! I must be" you cried finally stopping standing still and lowering your hands from the bands as your arms stung from the constant jolts punishing your skin below. Your hands smoothed your hair back and cried harder feeling completely lost and confused.  A mantra of 'this isn’t real, this isn’t real' playing over and over like a grainy record, unclear but you were desperately grasping at the words willing them to make sense, for the situation to make sense. You had not explanation. All you could try to convince yourself was you were high, hallucinating on a bad trip from being fed something foul and dangerous.

 

Zeus smiled wider taking a moment to admire his voluptuous mortal shattering into panic. The realisation that she had indeed caught the eyes of a deity.  She trapped, caught up in a situation she has no hope of escaping. The reality of meeting your creator was just too much. He moved closer still as the woman’s cries became harsh breathless pants. The anxiety and panic truly taking a hold of her in its icy grip.

 

"No, hush... calm yourself, you are not high. Just chosen. The new mortal pet of Zeus. The almighty king of the gods. I had hoped to be merciful to you this time, give you a taste of my mastery over you. but your obstinate, disobedient.  There will be no relief for you yet mortal not until you beg" he cooed all the while eyeing you like a grand feast to be devoured. You shook your head and stepped back once more tears falling from your eyes flooding your cheeks. Frightened, panicked and unwell. Your stomach churned, his soft coos and reassurance did nothing to help as he followed with vague strange threats.

 

"You....what are you doing?!" You cried out yelling louder somehow managing to calm down enough to yelp out as he rolled his eyes and scooped you up cradling you in his arms. Your tummy flipped as he stood tall holding you smiling down at you. You hissed as his bare arms touched your skin, scalding you with a delicious fire the smooth pale skin was boiling to touch, but not unpleasant.  The tiny grazes of flesh sent you into full body shudders.

 

"We need to leave; I’ve lingered long enough" he said rocking you lightly as if you were some tiny stray animal that needed calming. It was these words that brought on another wave of fresh tears and you begged, pleading words fell from your mouth with little thought.

 

"Stop please Zeus I’m sorry I believe you- I'll do anything please leave me be! Don’t take me anywhere please! Please I’m begging you" you weren’t sure if he really was a god, or where he meant to take you. All you knew was you didn’t want to go, you were terrified and helpless, possibly drugged!

 

"I’m afraid I cant do that right now, you brought this on yourself. Now we must be off. You may feel a little strange when you wake" he hummed chuckling through his words and brought a hand to your eyes. You turned, struggling and batting at his hand whilst flicking your feet in vain. But he pressed on smoothing his palm across your eyes forcing you to close them.

 

"Good night little mortal~ in a few hours you’ll find yourself among gods, exploring the divine realm you were so curious to discover isn’t that exciting?" He uttered lowly over you, ignoring your whines and struggles, weak pleading to be left alone. Not that it lasted long, within seconds a your arms felt heavy and dropped to your stomach,  you feet hung limp as though huge weights were around your ankles. And then you began falling, not from his arms but something deeper? A primal strange fall inside. You remember your last thought 'going under' echoing in your mind until nothing. Black and silence engulfed you. You were done

[timobeechalamet]

dune thoughts!! (it’s 1:30am and i’m in bed so this is by no means a review lmao)

lots of spoilers ahead

[pretend this is a cut im on mobile]

ok for starters for my first imax experience it wasn’t at all worth the 4€ extra lmao it was just too big and too loud

the beginning was a bit choppy i have to say. the voice over and then the first few scenes are a bit patched up to introduce as many characters in as little time possible. but this is like the first 5-10mins only and then it settles into a good pace which leads me to

this film. is. so. long. maybe i’m just rusty from not going to the cinema ? but i was surprised at how it kept going lmao in saying that i was never bored for a second, nor did i think ‘come on hurry up’ a single time. this might be the most impressive thing actually, it keeps you engaged the whole time

PRODUCTION DESIGN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

COSTUME DESIGN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SCORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so haunting it stands as character/narrator of its own

A+ acting all across the board, actually impeccable. everyone is so good they make everyone seem average if that makes sense!!! the standard is so high and they all rise up to it

somehow it felt like timmy slipped into this role completely seamlessly, which is surprising considering it was his first time acting in a production this scale and given his background up to dune, it could’ve felt misplaced or heavy-handed (not that i was expecting it to) but it’s really just. he showed up one day as paul ? ik there was a learning curve w this role for him but that doesn’t show at all. natural. talented brilliant show stopping etc. basically i’m still in awe of his talent

desert mouse 🥺

never stops being funny to me how the main character is just a horny teen boy having horny dreams about a random girl and being like I Had A Vision

no ‘where are my feelings? i feel nothing’ quote. disappointed

timmy looks so young. this was shot in 2019 or am i wrong? his face has rly matured as of recently. he’s still baby in the film (probs exacerbated by makeup to make him look the characters age but still i was a little shocked at how different he looks vs now)

ok my FAVOURITE part was how futuristic sci-fi blends into medieval aesthetics into arabic visuals SO WELL. again, mostly production and costume design but it’s a marvel how the story feels set both in the past and in the future like it’s all happening at once, as well as also drawing from european, middle-eastern and african cultures and their clashes while having them complement each other

also love the portrayal of imperfect leaders. these sort of stories and film adaptations tend to adopt a black and white moral compass, ‘us vs them’, ‘good vs evil’ mentally. the villains are very clear, don’t get me wrong, and the baron is absolutely freaky, but the characters are allowed to be proudful and make mistakes regardless of where they stand. leto’s moral purity and trustfulness get him killed. yueh in spite being the catalyst for everything that ensues, is doing so to save his wife and also tries to minimise the damage of his actions. paul wants to be a fearless leader but when his mum tells him to run he runs. etc etc

this is hard to explain but i felt like i’d seen the film already? in the sense that the adaptation is incredibly faithful while still subtly cleaning up around the edges some stuff that would not translate to screen. i think this is where both the mastery lies and also where previous adaptations have failed. a too literal interpretation would make for a chaotic film that would be hard to understand and take seriously. they were able to pluck out those unintelligible bits of the book and either cut or translate them into something more digestible, while still sticking to the source material to the T. creative liberties were taken only where necessary. denis clearly know this story and this world by heart and had a very clear vision both of what it was like and how to best represent it on screen

overall!! really liked it and it lived up to the expectation. after so long waiting for it, it could’ve easily felt like the beat took long to drop and it’s disappointing, but absolutely not. i’m not an expert on sci-fi or this sort of big budget ‘action’ movies (aka marvel) by any means so i can’t say how it compares to other franchises/series out there but i know i liked it and am already plotting to see it again soon :) also timmy is beautiful but we already knew that xoxo off to sleep

[actualbird]

Been watching a video of a former art thief and a detective rating art heist scenes in movies and one that was shown was in a film called The Thomas Crown Affair. A thief steals a priceless Monet painting and its handled ROUGHLY, broken outta it's frame and BENT. IN. HALF to fit in a suitcase. It made me wince so hard and I can only imagine how much rage Marius would have felt at seeing such a scene a h a

KJBDJKGJDS THIS REMINDED ME OF AN EXCHANGE I HAD WITH A FRIEND WHO STARTED PLAYING TOT RECENTLY

UR RIGHT THO!! marius values art so fuckin much, he would BEYOND wince, he may just stop watching the show out of spite. you cant just show him a piece of art (a MONET!!!!) being mishandled like that without any warning!!!! whats the tv show equivalent of a rage quit? he does that if he sees this scene.

my brain went in another direction now tho, forgive me, but im thinking bout how precious art is to marius. not just his own, but like, all of it.

if anybody ever gave marius ANY piece of art, he would cherish it SO MUCH

a little doodle from mc goes on his fridge, pinned by a magnet. whenever she comes over she sees it and groans like "come on, i can draw you something better, take it down!!" and hes like "nope! if it's on the fridge, it stays forever! it's special now! ;)" and he pointedly does not tell her just how much that doodle matters to him, as silly and casual as the doodle is. it's on the fridge, it's special, he cant help but smile whenever he sees it.

luke gives him a tiny action figure that luke made himself and the action figure is now on marius' office desk at PAX. marius is not sure if this action figure has a button that makes it shoot a tranq dart, any gift from luke has the POSSIBILITY to be a fucking weapon somehow. still, he keeps it at his desk, making sure to get rid of any dust that gathers. feels as if theres a little soldier here now, protecting him from anybody who wants to go for marius' throat

vyn has never given marius a tangible thing but one time during one of their tutoring sessions, when marius was dead tired from lack of sleep and frustrated with how he couldnt think, vyn had gone to the piano in the study room and played a gentle melody to calm marius down. when marius asked what song vyn played, vyn shrugs and said it was a piece he was trying to write. marius has never forgotten the melody. he hums it to himself when hes stressed.

artem cant make most art at ALL but when marius voiced that he wanted to learn how to cook, artem had sent him a bunch of his own recipes. all of them take SO MUCH SKILL and marius is like I DONT KNOW WHAT SOME OF THESE WORDS MEAN but he knows that artem is trying, in his own weird way. and maybe marius likes the challenge. he keeps the recipes and laughs at artem's side comments about the cooking steps, and marius wonders if artem knows just how much of himself he's revealed in these words

art takes a lot of forms. the definitions of art just broaden even more when you yourself are an artist, and marius welcomes that.

is it a bad thing, to want to cherish more and more things? maybe. but if theres one thing marius will always believe in, it'll be art. and art from people he cares about is some of the most valuable shit in his life.

if u give marius art, hes basically never gonna leave u ever. good luck getting rid of him now, team!!!!

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC’s Half Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar Part 4

(The side characters strike again!)

Part 1 Part 2 Lessons 1-5 Part 2.5 Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Part 3

L!MC= Lucifer’s kid | M!MC= Mammon’s kid | A!MC=Asmo’s kid

Let’s get right to it!

The Uncle That Hardcore Simps For His Spouse In the Most Wholesome Way (Diavolo)

Gasp! More half-demon kids? Oh my! Maybe if he tried again next year a kid of his own would pop down! Hang on- he hadn’t slept with a human in almost a century... dang. No kids for him...

...maybe...

Remember when I said Diavolo would try to do those stereotypical dad (tm) things and be hip with the kids? Yeah he keeps doing that.

The number of broken windows related to wayward baseballs goes up 150%. At least that’s how they all figured out that M!MC is nearsighted like their dad!

M!MC had developed a bit of a habit of telling Diavolo about cool human stuff and making the Crown Prince even more interested in the human world than normal.

You may be thinking “what’s so bad about that?” well, the number of yo-yos at RAD went up so high that Lucifer had to ban them.

Belphie and Satan, being the rebels they are, became yo-yo masters specifically to spite Lucifer.

It was sort of like the fidget spinners craze if you were in school for that.

Oh, hi Lord Diavolo. What’s a fidget spinner? It’s this- I should stop talking...

Since no one learned their lesson from the previous incident, Diavolo threw another BBQ.

“Why are we doing this again?” L!MC asked to no one in particular.

“Don’t worry, L!MC. I’ve taken every precaution possible to make sure that what happened last time doesn’t happen again.” Diavolo said and continued in his crusade to cover the entire pathway with sidewalk chalk doodles.

L!MC, Luke, Diavolo, M!MC, Belphie, and A!MC were all busily drawing a wide variety of doodles and drawings with chalk while the other guests milled around nearby. A!MC was in the middle of drawing quite the nice looking Cerberus chibi, while M!MC and Belphie were drawing a lot of stick figures. L!MC and Luke had just finished a wonderful drawing of... an alpaca? Giraffe? Thing...? Hell, even they didn’t know what it was.

Diavolo looked over at M!MC’s stick figure army with a big smile on his face. “So what are all of them doing? It looks like that one’s flying!”

You could practically hear the Addam’s Family theme play as M!MC and Belphie looked at each other and grinned.

“Oh Belphie was just talking about L!MC’s flying lesson fails and I felt that an artist’s rendition was needed.” M!MC explained, he began to point out certain doodles. “Here’s L!MC getting up off the ground, then there’s them actually flying, and this is them falling in the fountain.”

L!MC looked over at the chalk and glared at M!MC. “It’s generous to call that an artist’s rendition. It looks like crap.”

“And what did you draw?” Belphie smirked at the alpaca-giraffe-thing, Luke protectively covered up the drawing (side note, Luke was wearing white and playing with sidewalk chalk, by the end of the day he looked like a walking pride flag).

“None of your business!” Luke huffed.

“And what about that one?” Diavolo seemed completely oblivious to the hostility brewing between the two groups, A!MC was completely used to this and walked away to grab a drink.

“Ah, good eye, Lord Diavolo!” M!MC chirped. “This is a drawing of the time L!MC almost burned down your kitchen.”

Diavolo laughed and gave M!MC a few pats on the head. “Very accurate!”

“You’re so lucky I followed the rules and didn’t bring a water gun...” L!MC growled as they slowly reached for their backpack.

“Yeah... lucky. Real lucky...” M!MC nodded as they tried to casually reach for their bag, Belphie followed suit.

“I’m so glad we all followed the rules.” Luke smiled, his own hand inching towards his bag.

There was a brief moment of stillness before the four of them whipped out their water guns and pointed them at each other.

“This BBQ ain’t big enough for the both of us!” M!MC’s terrible cowboy impression aside, their gun was poised to shoot directly at Luke and L!MC’s alpaca-giraffe-thing.

“Everyone, I know this is a human world tradition but-”

Belphie silenced Diavolo by pointing his water gun at him. “Sh, don’t talk unless you have a water gun as well.”

Deciding not to smite Belphie for treason, Diavolo pulled his own water gun out of his shirt. “Okay, what now?”

“Now, we’re in a standoff...” L!MC glowered at M!MC, the air was practically crackling with hostility...

Until a burst of flames got everyone to whirl around to see A!MC with hairspray and a lighter.

“No water guns! I refuse to go home shivering and covered in grass again!”

Crisis averted. Everyone went to go fail at throwing beanbags into a hole instead of shooting each other.

That was probably for the best... Belphie filled everyone’s water guns with paint.

The Uncle That Does All the Cooking for Family Dinners (Barbatos)

Remember how I said that Barbs liked smol Lucifer? Yea, he likes smol Asmo too. Smol Asmo is willing to admit that they don’t know how to use an oven and is willing to learn.

M!MC is formally banned from being within 50 feet of the kitchen. It’s for the best.

A!MC often tries to get Barbatos to look into the possible futures so they can see if they can avoid messing anything up and A!MC is just so adorable that Barbatos actually thinks about it.

He still says no every single time.

“Could you at least tell me if I have the possibility of doing something embarrassing in the near future?”

“My apologies, A!MC, but no.”

“P-please?”

“The answer remains the same.”

A!MC sighed and went back to helping chop vegetables. Under Barbatos’ tutelage, A!MC’s cooking ability had increased tenfold, they could now make as many burgers as they wanted without worrying about burning down the kitchen.

Pitying the anxious half-demon, Barbatos sighed. “I cannot confirm nor deny a future where your outfit gets ruined.”

A!MC perked up. “H-huh?”

“I cannot confirm nor deny a future where your outfit gets ruined.”

Quickly understanding what Barbatos was trying to do, A!MC quickly nodded and spent the rest of the cooking time carefully taking note of their surroundings.

“Hey! What’re you guys doin’?” M!MC had managed to get in... damn! Everyone must have been putting their best efforts in keeping Solomon away from the kitchen and forgot about M!MC...

“We’re just finishing up, M!MC,” Barbatos had on his ‘oh no...’ smile. “We don’t need any help.”

“Really? You guys sure?”

“Why are you so interested?” A!MC asked.

“Lucifer said that idle hands are the devil’s playthings and that I should go look for something productive to do.” M!MC huffed. “Very ironic phrase.”

“F-fine, I guess you can...” A!MC searched for the least destructive task they could give. “Take the utensils and set the table.”

M!MC gave them a mock salute and grabbed the utensils, as they turned to leave, they knocked a large bowl of chopped fruit over, sending the fruit pieces flying.

Remembering Barbatos’ prediction, A!MC didn’t bother to try and stop the fruit from falling, they only grabbed the nearest big plate they could find and shielded their outfit from harm. The fruit splattered harmlessly against the shield.

“Whoops... my bad. You alright, A!MC?” M!MC asked as A!MC inspected their outfit.

“Y-yes actually...” A!MC turned to Barbatos, who was already getting the cleaning supplies.

“Thank you!” A!MC whispered.

Barbatos smiled and nodded. “You’re very welcome, A!MC.”

Barbatos now has two sorta-children. A!MC and Luke!

M!MC means well, I swear! He just shouldn’t be allowed in a cooking environment!

The Cousin That Your Mom Points at and Goes “Look at Him, He Helps With the Dishes, Be More Like Him.” (Simeon)

Oh man... time for some more embarrassing stories.

“Asmo was the most adorable child, it’s a shame he was such a troublemaker...”

“Really? My dad?”

“What about mine?”

“I think you can guess.”

I cannot comment on Simeon’s help with flying lessons because I refuse to Headcanon what Simeon’s wings look like until canon gives us a GLIMMER. LIKE SERIOUSLY SOLMARE IM CURIOUS-

I have a feeling the children were quite curious as well.

“What do you think his wings look like?” M!MC asked A!MC as the two peered around the corner of one of the hallways in Purgatory Hall.

“I bet they’re super nice. But besides that...” A!MC leaned over and squinted. “Why is Simeon writing with a pen and pencil? He’s writing a book... shouldn’t he use a computer?”

“Bold of you to assume he knows how to use a computer.” M!MC snickered.

A!MC frowned. “Don’t be mean... I’m sure he knows how...”

Simeon picked up his DDD and took a picture of his face, seemingly by accident, with the flash on, causing him to drop the phone in surprise.

“Probably...”

The two surveyed their angel friend like two wildlife documenters, here we see, the Simeon, not in his natural habitat, surrounded by confusing technology...

“Do you think if we scare him his wings might pop out in surprise?” M!MC wondered aloud, A!MC shrugged.

“Maybe... but I don’t think we should bother him...” A!MC whispered. “He looks busy.”

“What are you two doing?”

It took literally every bit of willpower for the two half demons to not scream in absolute terror at the sudden interruption.

Ah... it was just Solomon... in an apron... Solomon... in cooking clothes...

Oh no.

“Spying on Simeon?” Solomon asked.

“N-no...” A!MC giggled nervously. “Just crouching casually in this hallway...”

“...smooth, A!MC.” M!MC rolled their eyes.

“Well, it’s great that you two are here, I made lunch!”

A!MC and M!MC looked at each other in pure horror, they needed to get out of there!

“Uh- um... we’d love to but...” M!MC looked around frantically before just pointing at a random spot behind Solomon. “LOOK! A DISTRACTION!”

A!MC and M!MC ran out of there as fast as their legs could carry them. Finding out if Simeon had wings was not worth being poisoned. Not at all...

Good ol’ Simeon... Mr. Cristopher Peugeot on the other hand- M!MC had some questions for him.

“TSL is literally the most popular book series ever, does that mean you’re completely loaded?”

“Oh, no I’m not, I don’t have any use for human world money in the Celestial Realm. All the profits go to charity.”

“...Dude really?”

“That’s nice of you, Simeon!”

“You didn’t keep any of it..?”

Wait... Who the Hell Are You..? (Solomon)

So A!MC basically has three dads; Fabulous-dad, butler-dad, and wizard-dad!

“So you just... have capes lying around?”

“Yes, would you like a cape?”

“Okay if they don’t take the cape I want it.”

Solomon shows up to RAD with his nails painted different wacky styles every week, courtesy of A!MC.

Though- the unholy combination that is M!MC and Solomon is feared by all.

“Road work ahead?”

“Uh, yeah I sure hope it does.”

Solomon and M!MC’s rampant quoting of vines elicited another glare from Lucifer.

Despite Solomon having literally been alive since the seven rulers of hell were angels, he had kept up with pop culture fairly decently. Decently enough that M!MC had someone that wasn’t Levi to bounce memes off.

“Pff...” M!MC suppressed a laugh at a seemingly normal water bottle advertisement. “Enslaved moisture.”

“I’m not going crazy, right Simeon? You’re hearing this too?” Lucifer tiredly turned to the angel, who shook his head.

“This is just the tip of the iceberg. Solomon quacked at M!MC earlier and they lost their minds laughing about it.” Simeon shrugged, unbothered by the sorcerer and the half demon’s rampant meme-ing behind them.

Lucifer on the other hand, was quite bothered. Incredibly bothered, if you will. “If you two don’t shut up right now I’m going to-”

“Quick! We must abscond!” Solomon turned and heelied away, followed by M!MC. The shoes that Mammon bought to replace the ones lost during the casino incident were apparently heelies as well...

The day was saved when a rock jammed one of Solomon’s wheels and he slammed face first into the concrete. Yikes... that had to hurt.

A!MC had fun glow in the dark bandaids for Solomon to patch up his face. Even though he he could heal himself with magic, he let A!MC do what they wanted because they were just too adorable to say no to.

Asmo has pictures

The Cousin Squad (tm)

(Luke, L!MC, A!MC, and M!MC)

Ah yes, the bab squad. The most adorable group in the Devildom. Surrender your candy immediately or face destruction.

M!MC teases the crap out of Luke, and A!MC tries to stop it, but L!MC is the one who manages to actually make M!MC stop.

Only L!MC gets to pick on the smol angel. GOT IT?!

A!MC and Luke are already baking buddies because of butler-dad so they get along swimmingly.

Poor Luke’s the victim of many of M!MC’s shenanigans.

Luke: Are you sure this is safe, M!MC?

M!MC (about to put mentos into the bottle of coke Luke is holding): No.

L!MC and A!MC get along really well, being honest, everyone loves A!MC.

A!MC makes sure L!MC gets some sleep because they don’t want their cousin picking up on Lucifer’s habit of living off of coffee and coffee alone. L!MC doesn’t get it but they’re very grateful anyway.

M!MC and A!MC were friends from the start. Well... M!MC decided they were friends right from the start and A!MC did not have the ability to fight the power of friendship.

M!MC: You are being befriended. Please do not resist.

Since M!MC is great and amazing like their pop, they took it upon themselves to be the friend that speaks up when A!MC is too nervous to do so.

M!MC and L!MC? Lucifer and Mammon 2 electric boogaloo. Sorta.

L!MC and M!MC bicker all the time but the babs bounce back from their fights way easier.

One minute they’re at each other’s throats and the next they’re showing each other memes.

“There’s no escaping this.”

Lucifer stood between M!MC and the door... their one way ticket to freedom...

“You need to go to the dentist.”

The entire HOL plus the Purgatory Hall crew were getting ready to go visit the dentist to get their teeth cleaned. It was the time of the year that Mammon dreaded most... and his child felt the same way.

“My teeth are fine! Lemme stay home! I’ll hold down the fort with dad!” M!MC smiled and nodded as enthusiastically as they could, but even the most unobservant person couldn’t miss the sweat beading on their forehead.

“Beel.” Lucifer snapped his fingers and before M!MC could do anything Beel had thrown them over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Don’t worry M!MC, the dentist isn’t that scary.” Beel tried to assure them. By the way M!MC was still kicking and screaming, they were not convinced.

“Y-yeah kiddo, suck it up! Don’t be a baby! I’m just gonna take my car there-”

“MAAAAAAMOOOON?!”

“YIKES!”

Lucifer had the important task of keeping a hold of Mammon as the very large group made their way to the dentist’s office.

A devious little idea popped into L!MC’s head as they all sat down in the waiting room. They began to hum a familiar little tune.

“She said be a deeeentiiiist~ a dentist!” L!MC sang to M!MC, who’s attempts to escape increased tenfold after hearing the song.

A!MC began to hum along, not seeming to notice the commotion going on next to them.

“Son be a deeentiiiiiist~ people will pay you for causing them PAIN! She said be a deeentiiiiiist~”

Belphie perked up and smiled deviously as he realized what L!MC was doing, he began to sing along as well. The three were a veritable choir of terror to poor M!MC. Mammon did not understand his child’s terror and was more unnerved by what a great team Belphie and L!MC made.

Satan rolled his eyes and tried to focus on his book, Asmo was absorbed in his magazine, Levi was having a very in depth conversation with the fish in the aquarium, Simeon and Solomon chatted about school, and Luke was stuck watching the train wreck go down.

Thankfully, it was halted by Lucifer. “L!MC, A!MC, Belphegor, stop tormenting M!MC with show tunes.”

“You would have made a good dentist in another life, Lucifer,” Belphie cooed. “You know what they say, the only difference between a dentist and a sadist is that one has newer magazines.”

Asmo grimaced at his magazine. “Is it the sadist? Because I’m reading a magazine from 1843...”

The conversation was interrupted by one of the dental hygienists coming into the waiting room and saying that Mammon was up first. The Avatar of Greed’s final escape attempt was foiled by Satan (not even looking up from his book) clotheslining him.

Thirty minutes later, Mammon emerged from the forbidden dentist room, with the look of trauma in his eyes and eating a lollipop.

One by one, the group went in, A!MC took it upon themselves to try and make the rapidly panicking Luke feel better.

“It won’t be too scary, in the human world dentists are usually very nice.” A!MC smiled encouragingly.

“I-I’m sure that’s true but...” Luke looked around. “We aren’t in the human world...”

Asmo skipped back in and flashed a blinding grin to the group. “Absolutely perfect, no flaws! It’s your turn, A!MC!”

“If you die I get to say I told ya so!” M!MC shouted as A!MC walked into the dentist’s room.

They did not in fact, die because of the dentist. A!MC walked out and gave a thumbs up. “The dentist said they had never seen a kid with such perfect teeth.”

“That’s my baby!” Asmo chirped.

“M!MC, you’re up.” A!MC and Beel had to practically drag the poor kid out of the room and into the dentist area of doom.

“GO BE A DEEEEEENTIIIIIIST!” Belphie and L!MC shouted one last time as the doors shut. Wow, what dickheads...

Mammon probably would have tried to save his poor little bugger, but he was in the middle an impromptu therapy session with Simeon over the scary scraping dentist knife thingie.

Beel was the last to go, and he walked out of the dentist’s room with his face covered in blood, the dentist walked out after him, missing a hand.

“You tasted like toothpaste.” Beel sighed. “Not good.”

“Don’t worry,” The dentist said to Luke, who looked like he was about to pass out. “My hand will grow back in about four to five minutes.”

Luke, still terrified, nodded. L!MC patted him on the shoulder.

“Anyway, almost all of you are fine, but I have to recommend M!MC to the orthodontist.” The dentist flipped through their notepad one-handed. “Their secondary set of fangs are coming out crooked and need to be corrected with braces immediately.”

M!MC sat calmly for a moment, then attempted to sprint out the door. “NO NO NO NO NO!” One of the dental hygienists grabbed them by the back of their shirt and halted their escape.

“Sucks to be you.” L!MC smirked.

“And L!MC needs to fix their cross bite, braces are a strong possibility.”

The colour drained from L!MC’s face as the news dawned upon them. “Pardon, but what exactly are you talking about..?”

“Your top jaw and bottom jaw aren’t properly lined up.” The dentist explained. “It will lead to problems later if it’s not fixed now.”

Lucifer rubbed his temples and sighed. “L!MC, if you try and run away I swear...”

L!MC stiffened and shook their head. “I’m not some coward, I’m not running away. Just... what exactly are you going to do to my mouth?”

The dentist pulled up a few pictures of the braces and explained what would be done. L!MC nodded, and turned to their father with a big smile on their face.

“It won’t be so bad, mind if I go to the bathroom before I get the mold for my teeth made?”

Lucifer nodded and almost audibly sighed in relief. He basked in the glory of having a child that wasn’t afraid of the dentist and faced their fears like an adult-

L!MC sprinted past the dentist’s office, they had busted out of the bathroom window.

“...Beel.”

“Yep.”

A few minutes later, Beel returned with a completely irate L!MC who was screaming their demands to be put down and be allowed to run for the hills. Taking advantage of the distraction, M!MC ran for the door again, only for Belphie to tap them on the forehead.

M!MC collapsed into a snoring heap on the floor.

“FATHER! DON’T MAKE ME DO THIS!” L!MC practically screamed as they tried to wrestle themselves out of Beel’s bear hug.

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “L!MC, calm yourself down. It’s just braces.”

“AS EVERYONE HERE AS MY WITNESSES I’LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS! NEVER!”

The half-demons in need of braces were dragged right back into the dentist’s area... poor fools.

“They’ll be okay... right?” Luke asked.

“Of course they will be. It’s just braces.” Simeon patted Luke on the head. “They’ll both be fine.”

The scream that came from down the hall right after Simeon said that did not reassure anyone.

“Hey,” Mammon piped up. “How much do braces cost?”

“From what I know about dental procedures,” Satan rubbed his chin. “A few thousand Grimm.”

“Mammon if you try and run for that door I will cut your credit card into a thousand pieces.” Lucifer growled.

Overall, it was a fairly average trip to the dentist. 0/10 would not recommend. A few weeks later L!MC and M!MC were fitted with their mouth prisons- I mean braces, and the two cousins bonded over their horrific mouth pain...

Seriously- braces suck.

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So! Those are the headcanons! Four and a half whole parts... phew... To all the people who enjoyed this series, thank you so so much for reading! You guys have been so super nice!

Fret not, I plan on writing more for this universe! From what I know about season 2 of Obey Me things will get... interesting. Stay tuned for more! Or don’t, I can’t force you.

...or can I?