#conclusion: yup it rules

[d8tl55c]

they are dancing.

rendered again a lil different in minecraft /artmap bc i can't use normal art programs lately ig

[rustinged]

be real what does it say about me that I always thought he was the most masculine growing up

[writingroom21]

The Nanny

Pairing: rafe x nanny reader

Summary: Being Wheezie's nanny was great. The only downside is dealing with the oldest Cameron, Rafe. What happens when his fascination with the nanny becomes a reality?

Warnings: 18+, fingering, oral (m and f receiving)

wc: 4.9K

Chapter 2: Let the fun and games begin

The next day was a blur of anxiety as you didn’t know what to do about last night. Rose and Ward had left early this morning taking Wheezie to drop her off at her camp. That just left you, Sarah and Rafe all alone at Tannyhill. This normally wouldn’t have been a problem but considering Sarah is MIA it became one. Every room you enter fills you with anxiety and dread of seeing Rafe. How do you even look at him after what happened? After he caught you watching him fuck his fist. Alright you think as you start to throb just thinking about how his arms flexed everytime he stroked himself. This is getting out of hand, it was one thing for your thoughts to keep you up all night but it can't affect your daily routine.

What’s the worst that can happen right? So what if you stood there and watched him, he would have done the same in your position. Hell he probably would have taken it as an invitation if he walked in on you like that. But no matter how you tried to spin it in your head it all led to the same conclusion. You were utterly fucked. The past year was easy to blow him off, all you had to do was think about all the girls you saw crying over him. But now that you caught a glimpse of that side of him you can’t help wanting to get a closer look. It wouldn’t hurt to have a little fun, you thought. It really wouldn’t, he’s really handsome and if his reputation is right then he’s also really good in bed.

Then you think about Wheezie and how hurt she would be if something went wrong and you had to leave. The thought of hurting her alone was good enough for the thoughts to finally stop. No matter how attractive Rafe is it isn't worth it, plus his personality would probably ruin it before it even starts. Yeah the two of you are completely different, he grew up rich and thinks the world is his to rule and you grew up in the cut. If it wasn’t for this job you would still be living at home barely making anything to feed yourself. He only tolerates you because he thinks you are hot and you work for his family. Yup that it, right?

The tv plays in the background reruns of Grey’s Anatomy playing as you try to relax. It’s close to five o’clock and no one is in the house. Sarah is probably off with John B and Rafe is well he’s mostly likely off somewhere getting high. Derek’s voice plays in your ear as you focus back onto the screen forcing yourself to think of anything but the older Cameron. Watching as the surgery scene plays out your phone pings. Mom: Hi baby. Just wanted to let you know dad and I are having a cookout tomorrow night. We would like it if you came, we know you’re a busy bee but we miss you. You let out a sigh looking at the message. It wasn’t that your relationship with your parents is bad, they just expected a lot from you. 

It was always about getting good grades so you could get a good job and help them out with bills. They wanted you to take care of them once you had a stable job. So when you decided to take up a job as a nanny they weren’t too pleased.  The displeasure faded away once they found out it was being a nanny for the Camerons. Even though the paycheck was nice, well more than nice, it still wasn’t enough to cover their expenses and your own. It’s been a constant argument between the three of you. You type out a quick response before she starts sending you more. You: Hey! I miss you both. I’ll try to make it, Ward and Rose asked me to watch the house while they are gone. Your phone wasn’t even out of your hand before it went off again with another message. Mom: I’m sure they won’t mind you being away for a few hours. But if you can’t make it we will just see you another time then. Her message seems so understanding but deep down you know she's upset. Fingers go to respond but a voice scares you. The phone drops from your hand as you whip your head to look at who came into the living room. “Still pretending to text that boyfriend of yours?” Rafe says, making his way over to the couch and plopping down near you. Scoffing at him you respond. “No, I'm texting my mother.” “oh so you admit the boyfriend was fake.”

There’s a twinkle in his eyes as he grins at you, watching to see what your next move will be. “Yeah it was fun watching you get jealous but I decided to give it a rest for tonight.” The two of you just stare at each other for a moment, he’s looking at what you are wearing. You didn’t notice it at the time but it’s one of his old shirts that got mixed with your laundry a while ago. It looks like a dress on you blocking the view of your sleep shorts underneath. Which is a good thing because those shorts leave nothing to the imagination, barely covering you up from the world. Every now and then you wear it but only in your room, not allowing yourself to let him know you have it. 

“Nice shirt.” He comments scooting a bit closer to you on the couch. “You should wear it more often Sunny. Really makes your eyes pop.” Mhm you mumble knowing that he’s not looking anywhere near your eyes. In fact he’s staring at the exposed flesh of your thighs. Skimming up along your legs pausing for a moment at your cunt. Rafe’s eyes on you are making you wiggle in your seat as you try to focus back on the show. It is quiet for a moment as the voices of the characters fill the room. The sky outside starts to darken as the sun finally sets, the room painted in the soft lights of the screen.

Rafe is staring at you, looking at how the light washes of blue dance across your features as you try your best to not stare at him. Movement catches your attention as you see him slide further along the cushions to sit right next to you. “Where’s Sarah?” He whispers by my ear, his right hand brushes against your left thigh. “Um… I don’t know. Maybe she’s with John B or the rest of them.” Clearing your throat, the voice leaving you sounding weak. “Hmm so it’s just us in the house?” The question was met with his hand resting fully on your thigh. Lightly squeezing you as it slowly goes a bit higher right where the shirt ends, fingers quickly skirting underneath before going back to its original position. 

“Rafe.” The rest of the statement was cut off by him. ”Don’t do that. Enough with this game of cat and mouse. I know you want this as badly as I do.” A moan slips from you as his hand goes back under the shirt to tease you through your shorts. Rafe’s middle finger grazing you up and down, noticing the way your eyes screw shut. Creases forming around them as he keeps playing with you. “We shouldn’t do this, I literally work for your family.” You try to reason with him turning to be face to face, whimpering as the heat of his hand leaves as he retracts it. 

“I know.” He whispers as the hand that was touching your caresses your check, knotting into your hair to drag you closer. The other hand worms it way back to your shorts, sliding them to the side to finally feel you. “Fuck no panties? See you’re practically soaking those little shorts of yours.” You moan as he circles your clit with a feather-like touch. “Are you always this wet or do you like me touching you like this?” He chuckles as you move further into his touch. “You’re not special Cameron. I’m always this wet.” The response stops all movement, the grip in her hair tightening for a short second causing your eyes to open. Meeting the blue eyes that haunted you all night, you let go.  “Don’t stop.” 

Your lips crash into his, soft pillowy lips melting together, teeth nipping at each other's lips as Rafe’s fingers continue their assault. “That’s a good girl, Sunny. Fucking perfect.” The words tickle your lips, head thrown back as he makes his way to your entrance. Rafe pushes his middle finger in, dragging it along your walls in a delicious and intoxicating way. Moans keep slipping from your lips and only intensifies as his lips skate across your skin, latching onto your neck. 

A second finger joins his middle one curling just enough to hit your g-spot, tingles spread across your body, legs spreading giving him better access. “Right there.” You moan, your hand landing on his thigh trying to ground yourself when all you can feel is pleasure. Wet squelching fills your eyes only adding to the sensation of his thick fingers fucking you open. “That feel good, baby?” Rafe picks up his speed before taking his fingers out of you and putting them in his mouth. He moans around his fingers, pushing you back to lay down on the couch.  “Come on, pretty girl, lay down for me. Want to have my dinner.” 

Your brain is so hazy from having his fingers inside you that you don’t fight back. Lifting your hips, his hands wrap around your hips to pull the pathetic excuse you call shorts down your legs. The flimsy material being thrown off to the side, shirt pushed up to your waist exposing you to him for the first time. “God your pussy’s perfect. Look at it clenching around nothing. Want me to fill you up.” His lips start to kiss up your thigh, biting into the soft flesh when you don’t respond. “Please.” You whine 

“Please what? Use your words, I know a smart girl like you can do it.” The praise goes straight to your head, hips lifting off the couch trying to chase after his touch. “Please, sir.” The whimper halts Rafe and he stares up at you. After a moment of him not doing anything you look down at him between your legs. If you had a camera in this moment you would take a picture, he was a sight to be seen. Rafe’s lips are puffy and red but his eyes are staring at you with this hunger that makes you go to close your legs but he stops you. Both hands spread your legs as he dives into your cunt.

“Fuck that wasn’t what I was looking for but I’ll be damned if you don’t call me that.” His voice vibrates against you sending chills down your body. “Say it again.” His middle and ring finger push into you once again, pumping in a cruel slow pace. “Please, sir. It feels so good.” Your walls flutter around the fingers inside you, his tongue kitty licking your clit. “Such a good little slut. Begging me to keep finger fucking you like some depraved whore.” His words cause you to squeeze his finger and throw your head back with a moan. 

“Yeah you like being degraded?” A chuckle leaves him “Should’ve known you would like it. Prancing around the house in those little skirts. Just asking for me to bend you over some surface to fuck you. Bet you want me to fuck that attitude right out of you. Huh would that finally shut up that little mouth of yours?” With his fingers curling into you deeper and his mouth suctioning against your clit no words come out. Your mouth hangs open and all you can do is place your hand behind his head, keeping him as close as possible to you. 

A choked moan is lodged in your throat, eyes peeking at him through your lashes. His eyes are closed as he keeps devouring you, his hips thrusting into the couch to relieve the growing pain in his pants. Rafe wanted nothing more than to rip his pants off and shove his dick into your tight pussy. If you were squeezing him so nicely now, he can only imagine how good you would feel wrapped around his cock. He wanted to watch as you crumble into a mess of pleasure, taking his dick like a cock drunk slut. The thought of that alone causes his hips to stutter, the feeling making him moan into your pussy.

At this rate you can feel your peak creeping up fast. “Oh god Rafe. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” Hips thrusting up to match the brutal pace his fingers have set. If you thought his arms looked good jerking himself off, nothing compares to watching it flex as he fucks you. “I’m not stopping, baby. I’m never going to stop. But that’s not my name.” Rafe means it too. Just the little taste of you has ruined him, no one will be able to compare to the sweet taste of you. “Sir!” you squeal. He's drunk off the feeling and taste of you, every clench of your pussy making him grind harder into the cushion. “I can feel you squeezing me. You want to be my good girl right? Cum for me Sunny.”

With a graze of his teeth on your clit, you were sent to ecstasy. Hips thrashing all around as he kept sucking on your clit, fingers pushing deeper into you riding out your orgasim. Once you come down he removes his fingers, quickly cleaning them with his tongue before diving back into you. Licking you clean and holding you down by the waist as you try to escape him. When he’s finally done he lets you go, leaning back, chest heaving looking down at you.

You were the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. So fucked out catching your breath with a peaceful look on your face. Eyes still closed you don’t notice him leaning back down, encasing your body with his. His thumb lightly dances along your cheek, waiting for you to open your eyes to look at him. “Thank you.” You whisper suddenly shy as if he wasn’t just eating you out like you were his last meal. Rafe laughs, kissing you deeply before moving off of you. “Such good manners.” He walks over to your shorts, throwing them back at you, making his way out of the room. “I have to go deal with something. I’ll be back later okay.”

Silence wraps around you, the tv displaying Are you still watching? Getting up you pull your shorts back on looking around the couch for your phone and the remote. Finding your phone you also notice something on the couch. A huge wet spot from where you were laying, heat rushes to your checks knowing you just soiled an expensive couch.

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The rest of the night was uneventful, Sarah never came back home so you were left all alone. Usually you and Wheezie would spend the summer nights outside swimming in the pool or staying up late chatting about god knows what. Without her there really wasn’t anything to do besides lay around or go to a party. After much consideration the only one that seemed right was staying at home. You knew Rafe would most likely be at the party, the something he had to deal with being selling coke. After last night and tonight you don’t even know how to face him again.

So staying at home was the best option in your books. A few hours were spent reading whatever romance book was on your bookshelf and making dinner for yourself. By midnight you were fast asleep in your room. Sleeping so peacefully, the sounds of the bedroom door opening weren't noticed. It was the door closing that stirred you from your slumber, looking at the bedside clock you noticed it was past two in the morning. Soft footsteps echo in the dark room, the person fumbling their way around knocking down whatever they made contact with. “Fuck” they curse the sound barely reachign you.

Scared and not knowing what to do you lay there slowly reaching for the bat by your bed. Even though this is a good neighborhood and people would have to have the gate code to get in you can never be too safe. The bat is now next to you in the bed, the side behind you dipping with the weight of the person sitting on it. “Sunny.” They whisper. Are you fucking kiddin’t me? “Rafe?” His hand wraps around you to turn you around, the bat coming along with you. “Jesus. Is that a fucking bat?”

Rafe slips it out of your hand placing it under your bed before going back to you. “Do you always keep a bat on you?” “Depends. Do you always sneak into girls' beds at two in the morning?” The moon shining through the windows dimly lit the room, contouring his face. “Only the pretty ones.” He whispers in the space between you two, telling you a secret he normally wouldn’t say. “I’m sure you say that to all of them.” You tease trying to put distance between you both. It’s weird having him laying in your bed, sure the two of you were friendly, things only changing the previous day. But this is different, he’s in your room, he’s laying in your bed next to you.

“Nah none of them need the sweet words to sleep with me.” Cocky tone matching the grin growing on his face. “Oh of course. Forgot that the kook king was also a king in the bedroom.” Rolling your eyes and lying on your back, you stare at the ceiling. Of course he would only say nice things to get into your pants, you don’t know why you could even think differently. Rafe’s face invades your eye line as he rests all his weight onto one arm to get a better look at you. His eyes are bloodshot, pupils dilated scanning your face hoping it can tell him what you are thinking. 

“Penny for your thoughts.” Your eyes shut trying to form words with all the things you want to say. That he made you feel something no one else has been able to do, how you want to keep chasing that feeling, but more importantly that it was a mistake. It doesn’t matter that it felt amazing, that whatever it was would only lead to heartbreak. You’ve seen this film before with all the girls he flaunted around the house. “This.” You clear your throat, averting your eyes to the window. “This can’t keep happening.” 

Rafe takes a hold of your chin turning you to look at him. “Do you want it to keep happening?” The loaded question fizzling in the air was replaced by a quick “No.” leaving your lips. “But it doesn’t matter what I want.” “It does matter.” Blue eyes burning into your own pleading for you not to take away these moments. Communicating with you that he needs this as much as you need him. “It can be our little secret. I promise I won’t tell.” You giggle, his head burying into the crook of your neck, kissing the junction where your shoulder and neck meets. 

You try to push him by his shoulder but he won’t budge, kissing up your neck until he meets your ear. “Stop letting life pass you by. You stay cooped up in this house with Wheeze all day, she’s not a kid you know. When was the last time you let yourself go?” His breath tickles your ear before biting it and continuing to kiss your skin. Rafe’s right, you don’t do anything fun anymore. Before you took this job you would go out constantly, always with friends running around the island. Wheezie shouldn’t even need a nanny, the only reason you have this job is because Ward was scared. Sarah running away and Rafe doing drugs all the time made him paranoid, he doesn’t want the same to happen to her.

“I don’t know, I would say what we did on the couch would count.” His kisses travel to your jaw, then check, and finally meet your lips. “Yeah I would say it counts. Fucking soaked the couch from how wet you were.” You tense for a moment, embarrassed that he noticed the mess you made. “Nah nah don’t get shy on me pretty girl. You’re just as dirty and depraved as I am.” Pretty girl, that's the second time he’s called you pretty since he sneaked into your room. “You’re high, you should go to sleep.”

“Not high, that shit is practically out of my system at this point.” Kissing your lips he weasels his way on top of you. Your legs widening allowing him to slot his hips between yours, his dick rubbing you in the right way. You are still wearing the shorts from earlier, his dick making the fabric  stick to your folds. “Just want to feel you.” Rafe’s words punctuated with his hips slowly thrusting against you, lips kissing any exposed skin he can get to. “I’m not letting you fuck me after you’ve been taking drugs all night.”

You can feel him smile against your skin, giving you a peck and moving his head to meet your gaze. “So what I’m hearing is you would let me fuck you any other time.” scoffing you roll your eyes flicking his forehead. “Yeah dumbass that’s what I’m saying. It's too bad. I guess we’ll have to find another way.” “Another way?” There’s that smirk again, a fluttering feeling starts in your stomach. Shaking the feeling away you pull him up by his face to kiss you, using all of your body weight to get him on his back. Throwing your leg over his hip you straddle him. 

Rafe is the first to break the kiss, watching you from below as you start to grind against him. “Tell me princess exactly what is this other way?” The hand that was resting on your neck makes its way down the valley of your breast, teasing you nipples through the shirt with a pinch before finding its home on your hip. Viewing him from this angle is breathtaking, the moon painting him in a light blue. “Let me suck your dick.” His hips thrust up into your after hearing how you want to suck him off. “Yeah? Want to put the little mouth of yours to good use.” You grind a little harder leaning down to kiss his neck.

There’s a slight taste of sweat on his skin, probably from partying too hard, it doesn’t stop you from sucking on his pulse point. Pecking up to his ear and placing kisses right behind it, gaining moans from him. Bingo. Sucking on his sweat spot he uses his grip on your hips to move you back and forth. “Yeah. I want to feel you in my mouth, want to taste you.” This causes him to groan bucking into you. “Fuck! Yeah, yeah you can have whatever you want baby.” The words are like a reward, smiling as you look down at him, your hair covering the two of you from the outside world.

“Good boy.” Two simple words, two words that had him wrapped around your finger. The grip on your hip tightens as you kiss down his body, pulling his shirt over his head so you can nip at his skin. Your hands reach between your bodies undoing the belt and pants button easing the pain the zipper was giving him. He’s so painfully hard he can’t even remember the last time he wanted someone this much. “You like being my good boy just as much as I like being your good girl. If you admit it I’ll suck you so good.” You whisper, eyes flickering up to look at him. 

If his ego wasn’t so big he would admit it, he would tell you just how fucking bad he wanted to be good for you. But that’s not who he is, admitting something like that would just show you how weak he truly is, he can’t do that. “Oh you begging for me to fill that mouth up of yours and fuck that tone out of you.” He taunts from above, grasping at anything to give him the upper hand. “You’ll definitely be filling up my mouth. It’s just going to be under my rules.” Pushes his shorts and boxers down his cock springs free bobbing in front of your face. Reaching up you grab him and give him a little squeeze, electing a groan out of the boy laid out on your bed.

You kiss his left thigh before licking him from the base up to the mushroom tip that was red, begging for attention. The taste of pre-cum invades your tongue as you wrap your lips around him, sucking just the tip. He’s heavy in your mouth and you only have the tip in but based off of the quick glance you got you knew he was big. Like huge, he’s also wide, stretching your lips as you take more of him in. If he’s stretching you out like this then you can only imagine what fucking him would do. As if Rafe was a mind reader he calms your nerves. “Don’t worry baby, we’ll make it fit. Just…just keep sucking like that.” 

Humming around him, you start to move your head up and down, making sure to hollow your cheeks and give him a nice long suck on the way up. Repeating the motion you get into a rhythm, right hand wrapped around what you can’t fit helping you along. “Fuck that feels good. Who knew that mouth was good for something else other than talking back.” The vibrations of your chuckle send pleasure through Rafe’s body. He doesn’t know whether to watch you or to shut his eyes and enjoy the moment. But looking at the way your eyes are closed, worshiping his dick has him throwing his head back. His eyes closing, moans escaping him as he wraps your hair in a ponytail in his hands. Guiding your pace he pulls your hair this causes you to moan around the sensation making you wet. 

“Touch yourself.” The command takes you by surprise, following it, your unoccupied hand makes its way into your shorts. You're wet, wet is an understatement, you were soaked. You would never admit this but you liked the feeling of him in your mouth, the feeling of him rutting into you. “You get off on this shit don’t you?” Your fingers rub faster on your clit, already so close to cumming just by sucking him off. “Knew you were a cock slut. Damn baby.” He huffs between breaths. 

All you can do is moan and keep sucking, picking up the pace of your bobbing, moving your arm to slip a finger inside yourself. Rafe lifts his head at your movements, entranced by just watching you. His beautiful little Sunny being perfect, your eyes flutter open and his breath hitches. He’s going to remember this moment forever, it’s going to play on repeat in his head every minute of every day. Whatever happens after this is worth it in his eyes, this right here made it worth it. “If you keep going I’m gonna cum.” He moans, head falling back onto your pillow. 

Disconnecting from him a string of saliva and pre-cum kept the two of you tethered. “That’s kinda the point, pretty boy.” You continue your previous movements, on the verge of cumming yourself. You can feel him throbbing ready to explode in your mouth so you squeeze his base tighter, letting him know it's okay and you want it. “Can you be a good boy and come for me sir?” Not even a second later he lets go, white ropes of cum filling your mouth as you cum right after him. Swallowing around him, you let him go, releasing him from your mouth, the hand in your pants laying motionless. 

Rafe lets go of your hair, grabbing your arms to pull you up his body. The motion was so fast that you had to catch yourself as your body tumbles on top of him. He reaches for your hand, still glistening from your sum to pop them into his mouth. Rafe’s tongue swirls around the digest, licking them clean and releasing them to kiss you. “Taste just as sweet like before.” He kisses you, turning your bodies so you are both laying on your sides.

He has a soft smile on his lips, hands rubbing up and down your arm as he regulates his breathing. “Did so good, sunny.” His eyes are barely open, fighting off the sleep threatening to overcome him. “Yeah?” You whisper resting your head on his shoulder, feeling a sense of comfort with his arms wrapped around you. Snoring mets your ears as sleep takes you along with it. For the second night in a row, you go to bed with the taste of him still lingering on your taste buds.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Heroes of Olympus but when Jason returns to Camp Jupiter, he's pissed.

He doesn't cower at the sight of his camp but stands taller. A steelness in his eyes no one at Camp Half Blood has ever seen before.

But one those in Camp Jupiter know all to well.

"Twelth Leigion Fulminata, stand at attention."

He doesn't even need to raise his voice as every single Roman demigod stops what their doing to look at him.

The only thing on their faces is fear.

"Oh would you look at that, you do know how to follow orders." Says Jason, strolling forward and.

Two centurions scramble to get a seat for him, Jason sits down nodding in thanks and dismissing them.

"Does anyone care to explain, just what the fuck has been going on here in my absence?"

Octavian raises a hand and Jason snorts.

"Augur, why am I not suprised? The floor is yours."

Octavian nods, a grin on his face and began to explain what had occurred.

All the while Jason listens, his expression giving nothing away. When Octavian finished, Jason sighed loudly and ran a hand through his hair.

"If there's one thing I can't tell you idiots off its for making my life boring. Your dismissed...actually one last thing Augur?"

Octavian paused, turning back around to face Jason. "Yes, sir?" Jason frowned "wipe that smug look off your face before I do it for you."

Octavian went pale, all traces off amusement gone from his face.

"Thank you. Your dismissed, get out of my sight." Octavian left without a second word.

"Jason"

"Praetor Ramirez-Arellano"

Reyna winced, and she wasn't the only one. Jason never called her by her title unless they were in the Senate.

He was hurt.

"Do tell me, has Augur Octavian missed anything in his explanation?" Reyna shook her head, for as pretentious as he was Octavian had spoken the truth.

Jason rose to his feet.

"Oh but he did, he neglected to mention that there were 3 Praetors standing before us. Now, unless the rules have changed their are only supposed to be 2."

Jason looked past Reyna, his gaze resting on Percy who waved awkwardly. "State your name."

Percy, feeling very much like he was intruding in on something answered him. "Percy Jackson."

Recognition flashed in Jason's gaze, and he softened momentarily. "Percy Jackson, son of Posideon? Formerly apart of this Camp?" He asked, gesturing to his orange Camp Half Blood top.

"Yup."

Jason nodded "apologises, Jackson. Your friends and I traveled here, you may wait in the Senate. I will release them to you momentarily." Percy grinned "thanks, erm... Sorry about all of this I really didn't know."

Jason held up a hand "that's quite alright, you are not at fault for this." Percy left and Jason's smile vanished.

"Tell me, when did the Senate allow for a new Praetor to be reinstated? And why someone so new? I'd get if it was due to an it emergency field promotion, but that wasn't the case."

He couldn't even look at her and it hurt.

"I thought you were dead, Jason.

Jason laughed, but there was no humour in it. It sent chills down everyone's spines.

"Really? Than please, show me the search parties, point me to the evidence you collected that bought you too such a conclusion. For that matter, where's my funeral pyre?"

Jason shook his head, anger and sadness in his eyes. "Don't bullshit me. You didn't think I was dead, you didn't even look. And frankly I don't think you cared too."

He looked Reyna in the eye. "You replaced me, with a Greek. I get shit for being named after a Greek hero, but none of you had a problem with this. You wanted to replace me, Reyna. I'm sorry it didn't work out for you."

He shook his head, turning his back on her.

"Jason, wait I-"

"We have several guests at our gate that we need to welcome. I've already had their weapons checked but you've proven how little you trust my authority so you might want to hurry up on that."

And with that he left to the Senate.

Jason swapped his outfit with Percy who apologised once again.

"Really man, I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault. My Leigion had been trying to get rid of me since the day I showed up. Unfortunately for them, I'm more valuable alive than dead." Explains Jason, Percy frowned.

"Well, fuck em." He grinned when Jason laughed in suprise. "You are definitely something else, Jackson." Percy grinned wider "see you're learning fast. I think we'll be good friends you and I."

Jason raised an eyebrow "you sure? Most of my friends stab me in the back." Percy nodded, a sincerity in his eyes that made Jason almost believe he wouldn't.

It felt too good to be true.

"Well, I'll just have to prove you wrong." Percy put a hand out "Percy Jackson, son of Posideon and former Praetor." Jason shook his hand. "Jason Grace, son of Jupiter and current Praetor."

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

[aston14s]

The Perfect Pair- Fernando Alonso/Fem!Reader

— DESCRIPTION: on a random friday night, fernando got a message from his supposed “blind date”.

P1: A Whaaaatt?!

masterlist | rules | next

PAIRING: fernando alonso/ fem!reader

FILE: smau | multi-chapter

DISCLAIMER: probably couple of grammatical errors, maybe a bit ooc, but overall, nothing really it’s just fluffy!

A blind date? That is definitely not something Fernando do. He tried to think hard to recall anything about a date. He then figured that he did not promised Ali a blind date, nor does he know anyone named Ali in the first place. He then come to the conclusion that the girl might’ve messaged the wrong number. As Fernando types the words “Who is this?” he decided not to hit send. And instead he does this…

What could go wrong, right? Fernando says to himself. A little date would not hurt. Besides it’s been so long since he’s been on a date. Maybe this is something he needs. He looked to his phone for another second, contemplating if he made the right decision. He doesn’t even know the girl! But isn’t that the point of a blind date? Fernando can be depriving her of a good date with the person he’s meant to see or maybe by doing this he might just be giving her a night to remember. After a brief staring contest with his phone, he decided to look for something to wear. Who’s better person to ask than his great confidant.

note: sorry, ended on a weird way because for sum reasons tumblr only allows me to use 10 photos per post 🤨 also YUP definitely pushing the strollonso agenda as well just because 😉

[but-a-humble-goon]

Finally got my hands on that Azula comic. It was... good? For what it was at least. My main issue is it doesn't really progress Azula's character at all. A chance encounter with the spirit world takes Azula on a voyage of the soul and at the end of it her conclusion is basically: "Yup, I'm messed up because mother chose Zuko over me and I was left with no one to protect me from father's corruption and so now I rule others through fear because deep down I'm terrified of being left alone because I see myself as a monster."

[margareth-lv]

👑 The Royal Family 👑

Caution: the contents of this post should not be seen by those who are hypersensitive to 🧛🏻‍♂️.

Ladies, beware!

☣️☣️☣️

My post below is kind of… weird,  I know, but still, I want to share my thoughts with you.

The whole story was actually quite bizarre, thus my analysis couldn't be anything but, well, strange. And as I went AWOL for almost a year I’m coming today with some outdated news, let’s say to celebrate the king’s coronation last Saturday.

(All I want to say is that you read it at your own risk)

One more warning: I’ve posted below a photo of 🧛🏻‍♂️. Please, be warned.

I’ve also posted a „photo” of Baby Augustus, but his “image” was so heavily (and badly) photoshopped, that I don’t feel bad about sharing it on my blog.

So, as you can guess I want to discuss with you damage control post-funeral photo published, supposedly, in Irish Daily Mirror one day after the funeral, but made public five months after, in January 2023.

You know, from the legal point of view, if it was a REAL funeral photo with a REAL baby image published without the consent of the family, it wolud have been removed from internet months ago. It’s not such a big deal even for an aspiring lawyer. Baby’s image (apart from rules of sharing images with or without consent of baby’s parents) is considered as a personal data. So, as Ireland is a member state of the European Union, the GDPR (data protection rules) applies there. It means that a short request to cease the infringements would end the case.

But the photo, despite of everything, saw the light of day five months after it was taken.

You don’t have to be a genius to come to the conclusion that it was meant to go public.

What a creepy family, indeed, The Balfes.

By the way, poor quality of work in Photoshop on Baby Augustus photo reminds me the story of,  if you'll excuse me, failed “Potato Jesus” (aka “Monkey Christ”) restoration, a certain amateur restoration job that gone terribly wrong. 

Making long story short, the painting of Jesus wearing a crown was given a fresh lick of paint by an elderly local resident of a small village in Spain and in the end the face appeared to have been strangely smeared (just like Baby Augustus 😉). The result of the botched restoration spawned a photoshop meme:

(Anyway, the depth of the image of “Potato Jesus” is comparable to Baby Augustus “photo”, best proof of lack of skills in Photoshop. Caitríona’s PR department never bothered to pick a guy with any talent, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN).

And now…

☀️

Here Comes the Sun.

The Royal Family in all its unflinching glory:

⬇️⬇️⬇️

No, this wasn’t my idea.

Someone wrote on Tumblr that Baby Augustus was strikingly similar to prince William.

Yup, he really was. As if he was William’s twin brother.

… or younger brother who wears old clothes of his big bro.

And why on earth the whole family looks like a cost-reduced version of the royal family?

You know, I can’t help thinking that there's more than just a coincidental similarity in these photos.

Another conspiracy theory.

I'm tired.

💁🏻‍♀️

[May 8, 2023]

[agentrouka-blog]

A crazy idea now I had. You know we are pretty sure D@ny coming to Westeros will be after Aegon became king in the south. It will be a sort of Dance 2.0 and there are a lot of parallels, like Barristan becoming Criston 2.0 but worse (he will die much far away from home, in a battle that nobody in Westeros care, no song will be sung for the once most admired knight of his time).

I have been trying to think about others parallels while understanding what's going to happen, using the show and looking at what was mixed and one thing always makes me frown is Varys goal around here, looking at what we had in the books and what we saw in the show.

So, reading Dance, we have the "turncloakers" that went from green to black or from black to green, and we have interesting characters too, like Corlys Velaryon and Larys Strong, and I can see Varys a "good" mix of them. And what do they do? They, supposedly, murdered Aegon after he killed his sister, whatever their motives.

In the show, Varys wished to see D@ny as the saviour, but after witnessing her tyrany, and meeting the Starks (and learning about Jon) he decides to kill her. It's subtly established, when one of his birds report about D@ny not eating the food, and he saying that they would try again. What? Posion her? Yup

So, what if after D@ny/Rh@ny (Maegor With Tits) murders Aegon, Varys becomes part of her Council (he helped Tyri0n escape, he may help him gain her trust) and even if D@ny is mad at Illyrio (probably dead), she may accept him in her circle. And that would be her ending.

What if then we have another parallel of Dance. D@ny dies mysteriously. Jon went to kill her after learning about his half-brother's death and is afraid of her menace to the rest of his family/Sansa, and is a) accused of killing her (Varys killed Kevan with a weapon, what is stopping him from killing her in the chest with a sword, dagger, crossbow) or b) he does a Cregan 2.0 and has to organize the wastelands of Westeros as the heir of the IT.

Idk, I just have this on my mind mostly from Varys plots in the show and his scenes in the books...

Hi there and sorry for the delay in responding!

Generally I agree that if Varys doesn't meet his end in connection to Aegon himself, he'll be one aspect of conspiracy-making around Dany one way or the other.

But I don't think that GRRM would give him the role of ending Dany.

There's too little thematic connection there. These aren't characters who have been known to each other and moving in a shared political constellation for enough time to make a murder like that seem like a meaningful conclusion to her arc. It's not a cynical, opportunistic political scheme that ultimately ends in a new status quo for the Targaryen dynasty. The Dance 1.0 eliminated the dragons as a factor but it reestablished the Targaryens as the ruling dynasty, incest and Valyrian supremacy and all. The ultimately futile and destructive scheming fits that very well.

That will not be the case when Dany dies, when King's Landing is a pile of ashes, when the dragons are ended once again as a factor. This will be their absolute end, clad in the imagry of apocalyptic destruction. High drama. The mode by which it comes about is likely to be thematically drenched in why that's a good thing and why it is inherently inevitable. Whether she is killed by someone with genuine emotional grievance against her destructive power, or whether she ends in self-destruction because of the delusional obsession with fire and superiority... it has to match what makes Dany specifically and the Targaryens generally bad news.

Unlike in the show, book!Varys is a scheming villain, full stop. He cuts out the tongues of children and manipulates people into their own destruction based on his own personal political vision of what's best for Westeros as a whole. A "well-intentioned extremist" at the most generous interpretation. He is essentially little different from Dany, and only vaguely so from Littlefinger. There is nothing inherently special about him that would qualify him to end Dany, on a thematic level. He will likely try. But he will fail. He's not getting a win like that to send him off before his villain death.

If someone (other than herself) ends Dany, it has to be a figure that represents what truly opposes her. And that's not Varys.

[aeoki]

White Brim - Battle Royal: Chapter 8

Location: Forest (night) Characters: Touri & Hiyori

Hiyori: But, well, I’m exhausted. Let’s rest somewhere.

Not that there is a place for us “prey (fish)” to rest until this “Clam Digging” game is over.

Touri: I’ll massage your shoulders, Hiyori-sama! As thanks for saving me!

Hiyori: I’m not an old man, you know?

But I suppose it does feel quite nice to be appreciated.

Touri: Right~? Come on, Anzu, he saved you too so you should also thank him! You should give him a kiss – just like the princes in those fairytal–

…Wait, no kissing. Even if it’s you, Hiyori-sama.

Hiyori: Hehe. Repayment shouldn’t be forced.

Touri: Y–Yeah… Anyway, I know it’s kinda weird for me to ask you this at this point in time, but why do you have a gun? We’re not supposed to have weapons, right?

Hiyori: It wasn’t clearly stated in the rules that we’re not allowed to have them. I was running all over the place…

And I happened across one of my servants, so I called out to them. Then, we made a negotiation and I received their weapon.

We’re of equal standing during the “Clam Digging” game, but that’s only what it appears on the surface. Humans can’t abandon their titles and status that easily.

The servant came to the conclusion that they would be afraid of what’s to come if they were to defy me, so they happily gave me their weapon. I was lucky the one I came across was one of my servants.

Touri: I see… Yeah, life still continues after the game ends.

It’s possible bad stuff like getting their salary cut can happen if they get on their employer’s bad side, huh.

Hiyori: Yup. If we were younger, then we might have been able to fully immerse ourselves and enjoy the game by forgetting such shackles of our world.

It’s sad becoming an adult.

Touri: …Hmph. If Yuzuru was taking part in this game, then he would be on my side no matter what.

I wonder what he’s up to right now. I wanna find him and win him over~ He’s weirdly trained in all sorts of aspects, so having him on my side would be a huge plus.

Hiyori: Ohh, Yuzuru-kun isn’t participating in the game, huh.

I heard this from my older brother, but he went berserk during one of the games some years ago, so he was banned from participating.

Touri: Banned, huh… I wonder what on earth he did to get himself banned.

Hiyori: Apparently, he ignored all of the shackles he had from this world and reduced everything he encountered to pieces. It seems it was still done in accordance with the rules, though.

But it’s only in recent years that the Himemiya family has been held in high regard and not reduced to a parvenu that’s looked down upon.

There were also rumours sparked after Yuzuru-kun’s performance in the “Clam Digging” game.

Rumours such as “The Himemiya family is not a parvenu that’s all talk and no action. It’ll be scary to get on their bad side.”

Touri: Hmm… Is that why Yuzuru used to be in that facility for training his body?

Is this “Clam Digging” game an even more important event in the financial world than I had initially thought?

Hiyori: Hmm, I don’t think that’s the case. It’s simply a game, after all.

But as you know, factors like social etiquette and dancing ability are crucial standards for evaluation when it comes to us nobles.

If you show your worth at a social gathering like the one tonight, then I’m sure it’ll influence your interpersonal relationships as well your family’s social standing.

To forget this mundane world and immerse ourselves in the game is what merely appears on the surface. We wouldn’t forget our origins even in the midst of this ridiculous game.

That’s just a pain in the neck, though. I suppose it’s only my job as the “prodigal second son” to display our presence and value in place of my older brother who manages the financial world.

Touri: …………

Hiyori: Well, it seems that was quite a trivial topic. Tsukasa-kun might call for reinforcements and come back if we continue to be inattentive like this – let’s get a move-on, shall we?

I’ve managed to find someplace to hide, so we’ll head there for now.

We’ll win if we hold out until the game is over. It’ll be a draw to be precise, but it’ll be much better than losing, right?

Touri: O–Okay. I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble, Hiyori-sama.

Hiyori: Not at all! We’re on the same side so we must support each other ♪

Touri: (Hiyori-sama really is amazing.)

(To be honest, I did make fun of him when I was younger.)

(But it’s only because I believed the adults around me who said that the second son of the Tomoe family is a bad and incompetent child who only immerses himself in entertainment.)

(The Himemiya family has always been close with the Tenshouin Zaibatsu, so in our eyes, the Tomoe family was like a business rival. If it’s a rival to the parents, then it’s a rival to the child too.)

(But it would be prejudice to assume that just because they’re our rival, they’re also worse or inferior than us.)

Hiyori: ? What’s wrong, Touri-kun? Are you tired because you’re not used to this? Alright, “big brother Hiyori” will carry you on his back ♪

Touri: I–I’m okay! You don’t have to…!

Hiyori: Ahaha, you don’t like being treated like a little kid?

Touri: N–Not really. Oddly enough, I don’t hate it when you treat me that way, Hiyori-sama. If anything, it really feels like you’re my real big brother and it kinda makes me happy.

(...Then, why don’t I want Eichi-sama to treat me like a little kid?)

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[theecunt]

Omfg y'all i just had a major epiphany !!!! 🤠🤠 + Success story 😸

( warning ⚠️ : veerrryyy long post )

So basically .... I usually just scroll loa blogs (as one does) and i always saw something like "consciousness is the only reality" or "imagination is the real reality"

And i was always like "girl wtf is you talkin about 🧐" and i never read them cuz i didn't understand it and i didn't want to overcomplicate the loa anymore 🙄✋

(Note : i still don't know if this is what they meant . This is just what I think)

Fast forward ..... I was at school. Bored. And i was just reminding my self of my rules bcuz I'm tryna work on my mindset

And just kept on thinking on how fast 3d conforms to the 4d

And i realised it !!!

They were right . The 3d doesn't matter. The 4d is the only reality 😲

Lemme elaborate 🤓

(⚠️ warning I'm kinda bad at explaining things so bear with me 😃)

First things first ,

what is law of assumption?

"an assumption though false if persisted will harden into fact"

So basically if you think it's true , it is

Now let's see what 4d and 3d is ,

4d = inner world (imagination )

3d = our outer world (aka the 'real reality')

So now that's clear let's move on 🚶

Now what if I told yall that 4d and 3d are the same thing 😶‍🌫️

Yup u heard me right .

It's true 🤷

How ???

I'll tell you how .

So basically the 3d mirrors the 4d right ?? It has to . That's the fckin law

That's it's only purpose (and this is why it's stupid to react or give power to 3d )

If it's true in 4d , it's true in 3d

Simple right ? Then why do ppl not get results

Bcuz they think it takes time for 3d to conform

We all know that the 4d is instant. All loa blogs say it

Again, if it's true in 4d it's true in 3d

So , if 4d is instant then 3d is instant

Bcuz 3d only reflects the 4d

This might be confusing 😝

So let's get mathematical 🧑‍🏫

4d = instant

3d = mirrors 4d

So , 3d = instant

Therefore,

(4d = instant)(3d = instant)

4d = 3d (both instant)

Also,

4d is imagination and 3d is the real reality

If 4d = 3d

Then, imagination= real reality

Thus ,

Imagination is the real one not the 3d ✍️

if I have apple 🍎 in 4d i have apple 🍎 in 3d . There is no other option . Loa can't fail .its impossible .

It's just like law of gravity : if something goes up , it comes down

Law of assumption: if it's true in imagination then its true in real life

You don't wait for gravity to work . It comes down just as instant as it went up

If it took 4 secs to go up . It takes 4 secs to come down . Not 5 . Not 10 . 4 !!!!

THERE IS NO FAILURE IN LOA . YOU CANT FAIL . ITS IMPOSSIBLE 🙌

Conclusion

It isn't "the 3d will reflect the 4d"

It's "the 3d reflects 4d"

No will , no going to . It does . That's it

If u say it takes time for 3d to conform it implies that 3d and 4d are 2 different things . It's not .

Persisting doesn't mean think from ur desire 24/7 . It means think of ur desire . Know it's done and move on. Do something else .

Now onto the success story 🥳

(I know a lot y'all looove to read success stories to believe in something. Which is fine ☺️ we all need motivation from time to time . But don't be dependent on them )

Ok so it's kinda "small" success story. But it proves everything i mentioned above so...

Anyway so I was going Back home from school (after this epiphany)and there is this road with a divider thingy so that 4 wheeler vehicles won't come . Anyways it's been removed for a while and i was just thinking

"oh that thing is gone . Hmmm. I guess cars are gonna come on this road "

And in less than 5 seconds a fckin car comes from the opposite side ‼️

And it's no coincidence bcuz my whole life i have NEVER seen a car on that road . Even my mom was like "oh that's weird cars don't come on this road "

So yeah that it .

Read until it sinks in . It could be a lil confusing a first

Or don't if u don't want to . U make the rules . 🙂

Bye babes 😘

[ghostypetrainer]

Thinking about the "captured!Ingo vs. Emmet plus literally all of his and Ingo's pokemon" fight in the Modern Zoroark Possession AU. And. Uh.

First of all if we include all of the pokemon Ingo and Emmet use in B&W and B2&W2 plus the four pokemon you've mentioned black fox!Ingo having. That's. That would be like 17 pokemon. Which is a lot more than six. (I can absolutely see Emmet being willing to break regulations on how many pokemon can be carried at a time here tho. Especially given the circumstances. Also. He will need all the help he can get, so I vote to let him use all 17.)

Secondly. Out of all 17 of those pokemon. None have a type advantage against Ingo. Only two would have supereffective moves against him (Durant and Chandelure). And of those two, Durant is the only one Ingo wouldn't have any supereffective moves against.

If the events of the Modern Zoroark Possession AU take place after Black and White (which would make sense), then I'd guess most of the pokemon Emmet are using could arguably be in the upper 60s in terms of level. However. Ingo is level 100. So uh. Depending on his effort levels and nature he could have over 400 in special attack. Idk how natures or effort levels would work with like... an actual person though.

Steel and Dark types would work best defensively against the moves you've listed Ingo as having, but he'd have at least one effective move for each of the pokemon Emmet could possibly send out. (5/17 of Ingo and Emmet's pokemon are steel types. None are dark type.) Granted, every single one of those seventeen pokemon would have at least one effective move against Ingo. So. That's Something, at least.

So! In conclusion, that battle was definitely absolutely insane even if you completely ignore all of the closely associated angst. Ingo can probably one shot a significant chunk of his and Emmet's pokemon. Also Durant probably played a significant role in Emmet winning. Either that or Emmet carries a lot of dark type tms around and had at least some time to prepare.

Well starting off, if we're going off of Chandelure and Durant's game movesets... they would not have any super-effective moves to use against Ingo. Hisuian Zoroark are normal/ghost, which means they're completely immune to ghost type moves! (As well as fighting and normal type moves.) In fact, the only moves that deal super-effective damage against one are dark type moves... which none of Ingo and Emmet's combined group of Pokemon have on their game movesets. Oops!

But yeah- suffice to say, it's one rough battle! On one hand, at least he's not getting the frenzy power boost that he would in the mainline zoroark possession AU... but on the other hand, that battle has three different trainers engaging with it (Emmet, Elesa, and Akari). Here there's just Emmet!

It's one hell of a battle. Emmet likes to joke afterwards that the real reason Ingo is no longer a Subway Boss after things have settled isn't because he was removed from his position by a court of law... but because Emmet banned his broken ass from the Subway. Legandaries and Ingos banned. Those are the rules, yup!

[brendathedoodler]

I’ve mentioned once that everyone found out about Twilight’s transformation much sooner in the adventure swap au, but I haven’t elaborated much on who started figuring things out first, or what others might’ve had as misconceptions before he properly revealed it.

So let’s start with the first person to figure it out: Legend. As someone with several other forms, seeing Twilight disappear and a strange wolf reappear with a similar magic signature to his sword? Yup, he figured it out immediately. Didn’t say a word about it to anyone, though. Twi has his right to secrets as much as Legend does. Later, they’d have a spiderman meme moment when Legend catches Twi transforming into a Hylian while Legend is in his mermaid form. Neither says a word about the other’s secret, though.

The second person to figure it out is Wind, if only because he can see Midna. Twilight vanishes and then a wolf appears later with the same minish that hangs out on his shoulder? Yeah, it’s Twi. No doubt about it. Wind does admit that he figured it out to Twi privately though, so it’s pretty calm between them.

Hyrule had a suspicion that Twi might’ve been Wolfie, but he also couldn’t rule out the possibility that Twi just summoned Wolfie or something else like that. He was extremely curious, but didn’t want to pry into his secrets. He respects his companions too much, and would prefer they come to him in their own time.

Proxi figured it out before Warriors did (thanks to both Midna and the magic she sensed from him), but didn’t tell him. Back when the two were traveling together alone, she’d tell him everything she saw, to the point where in rumors about the hero she’d be referred to as his third eye. Proxi doesn’t tattle to Wars about the others’ secrets, though; it was something the two agreed on when they started traveling with the group. Warriors wants to know everything so he can account for it, but he also doesn’t want them to be wary around him and Proxi if they felt she’d go to him for everything. He did find out after doing his own investigations, since he didn’t quite trust this strange wolf showing up randomly. Twilight admitted it to him to ease his nerves and build trust between them once again.

Time was completely and utterly convinced that not only did Twi summon Wolfie, but he used something similar to the command melody to control him, which is why the two were never in the same place. Why did he come to this conclusion? Well, it just made sense to him honestly. He made no effort to correct his misconception and never brought up it up when Twilight admitted it to the group.

Four figured out Legend’s rabbit form well before he figured out Twi’s wolf form. After all, he’s a little pink rabbit with a missing foot, and Legend has the same shade of pink hair and obviously has some secrets about one of his hands. He wasn’t at all surprised when Twilight admitted he was Wolfie, but he hadn’t quite put the pieces together on his own yet.

Wild honestly didn’t make the connection. He hasn’t really seen a wolf before, but he looooves animals. It was kinda weird that Twilight would vanish, but he didn’t entirely notice or realize. He wasn’t incredibly shocked to discover they were the same person, but he was pretty embarrassed because he’d done and said some dumb shit in front of Wolfie. Whoops.

Sky had absolutely no fucking idea. He was completely and utterly oblivious to the fact that Twilight and Wolfie had much (if any) connection, and was the only person genuinely surprised by it when he admitted it to the group.

[babybutlerarthur]

Little! Yuuri and CG!Viktor

❄️Yuuri tells his fiance about his littlespace, and Viktor insists he be Yuuri's caregiver. It doesn't go quite like he planned❄️

Author's note: This story contiains minor hurt/comfort. It's nothing bad! Yuuri is just really bad at communication. This is kind of me projecting how I think I'll act if I ever get a cg. I didn't notice I accidentally posted this early. I had to finish writing it after I posted it.

Yuuri Katsuki- professional figure skater and fiance to the legendary Viktor Nikiforov- was a hair's breath away from running out of their shared apartment. They weren't fighting, he was just over thinking. Anxiety clawed at his stomach as he looked at the man who had said yes to marrying him (he was still having a hard time believing that). He took a deep breath, trying to calm his ever frazzled nerves. He felt a hand rest gently on his.

"You're overthinking again, Yuuri. If you don't tell me now, you never will." Viktor smiled at the other man and gave it a gentle squeeze. Yuuri brought the russian's hand up to press a kiss to his wrist.

"You know me too well. It's nothing bad, I promise. It's just... people tend to jump to conclusions. So, there's this thing called age regression. It's nothing like...that. I just tend to slip into a child like headspace sometimes to cope with stuff. It helps with my anxiety and my self-esteem." Viktor took a second to observe the information before nodding slowly.

"Ok." Yuuri blinked.

"Ok?"

"Yup! So, you're a little Yuuri when like that?"

"E-essentially?"

"Perfect! You obviously need someone to take care of you then! Obviously it should be me!" Yuuri's jaw dropped at his fiancé's enthusiasm.

"You want to take care of me?"

"Da! I love you, Yuuri, and I want to make sure you're taken care of no matter the age." Yuuri felt his heart melt at those words.

"Ok, we can do that. But, just so you know, I'm very quiet and very independent when I'm little. I've never had a caregiver, so I had to take care of myself."

"That's alright! We can make a list of rules for both of us! That way, you can still keep your sense of independence, but still get the love and care you need." Yuuri smiled, tears pricking his chocolate eyes.

"Yeah...yeah, that sounds good."

-❄️-

Days had passed since Viktor's insistence that he be Yuuri's caregiver. Their rules-while few- were just a building block. They could add to or take away any of these rules:

If Yuuri wanted a snack he would get it, so long as it didn't involve any kitchen tools (ex. knives, the stove, the oven).

Yuuri, while potty trained in his little space, would still wear pullups (note- this went unargued, since it was something Yuuri had been meaning to try for a few years. He just never had the time or means to really experiment with his little space).

If Yuuri decided he needed space, Viktor would give it to him (note- this also went unargued).

Neither Viktor nor Yuuri would try to force either party's headspaces.

With these baseline rules set, they decided to try to coax Yuuri into his headspace on their next off day. Viktor had helped him into a pull up, changed him into one of his own sweaters and a pair of pajama pants, and had been gently cooing about what an adorable little boy he was. As he slid on a second sock onto the little, he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He looked up to see Yuuri chewing on the sleeve of the sweater. Viktor sat up and gently pulled the sweater out of his little's mouth.

"Oh, sweet boy, that's not for chewing. Here, try this instead." He pressed a dark blue, moon themed paci against Yuuri's lips. The little looked at it hesitantly for a few seconds before opening his mouth and letting the rubber nipple rest against his tongue. Viktor beamed as the plastic started to bob under the little's nose. He held his arms out as he stood.

"Do you want me to carry you, baby?" He watched as different emotions flashed across Yuuri's face. Eventually, the boy shook his head and stood up. He reached out and held onto Viktor's shirt. The russian man smiled softly and kissed Yuuri's forehead.

"Alright, snowflake. That's perfectly fine." Although he had wanted to pick him up, he knew how independent Yuuri said he was. He would take what Yuuri gave him, telling himself the little would open up in his own time.

The two walked down the stairs together. Viktor settled Yuuri at the coffee table with some crayons and coloring books. He ruffled the boy's hair with a smile.

The day continued on in much the same way. Viktor would offer something to Yuuri (be it affection, offering to hand him something across the room so he didn't have to walk as far, or offering to join the little in his activities), Yuuri would think about it for a second, then he would shake his head and either do it himself or continue what he was doing. While he tried to stay supportive and let Yuuri come to him in his own time, Viktor would be lying if he said he wasn't getting a little upset. While Yuuri was shy about giving or receiving affection in the beginning of their relationship, but they had been working on that.

These thoughts ran through his mind as he made dinner. He was so lsot in his head that he didn't notice the ever observant eyes of one paci-weilding toddler in the living room staring him down.

Yuuri had been watching his caregiver for the last few minutes, but he had been observing him for the last hour or two. He could tell by Viktor's movements that something was wrong. He just didn't know what it could have been! He had been making sure to stay out of the way! He didn't want to bother his caregiver with-.

His eyes widened slightly in realization. Viktor wanted to take care of him. He hadn't offered out of pity or out of fear that Yuuri would leave him if he didn't agree to it. He actually wanted to be his caregiver-to help him through a comfort that he himself had turned into a chore. Tears sprang in his eyes as his bottom lip wobbled. He hiccup lightly behind the paci before opening his mouth and letting out a heartbreaking wail.

Viktor was snapped out of his thoughts by the sounds of his baby letting out the most upsetting cry he had ever heard him make. He turned the stove off and ran into the living room, where Yuuri sat. His face was turning red as large crocodile tears rolled down his cheeks. His paci had fallen onto the carpet beside him.

"Yuuri? What's wrong, baby?! Are you hurt?!" Viktor crouched beside him and started looking for any injuries. He was shocked when Yuuri's arms flew up, making grabby hands at him in the universal sign for 'uppies'. Viktor wasted no time in sccoping his little boy into his lap, rubbing soothing circles into his back.

"Sh, sh. You're ok. See, Papa's right here. I've got you, snowflake. Deep breaths for me, that's it." He kept whispering into Yuuri's hair until his sobs turned into hiccups, and his hiccups into shakey but calm breaths. Yuuri burried his face in Viktor's neck.

"Whats got my sweet baby so upset, hm?" He wasn't shocked when he didn't get a response, jsut the tightening of hands against the fabric of his shirt. He just nodded, knowing exactly what Yuuri ment.

For the rest of the day, Yuuri would either be on Viktor's lap or on his hip. When he came back up the next morning, he realized that this was the first time he was little that the underlying adult kept one hand on the controls. It was the first time he slid all the way into little space.

A small smile spread on his face as he wrapped his arms around his soon to be husband. They were definitely doing that again.

[l1v1ng-m4gg0t]

Let me talk about my experience with nsfw.

11 or 9 years old:

When i used to do fun innocent things on google, i saw furry animated porn and typed "sexy furry" and the results were....pretty fucked up. I also saw uncensored irl porn videos as a kid and i was BLANK FACED. BLANK FACED, I'M NOT FUCKING KIDDING!

14/15 years old

When I stumbled across nsfw art again, I started drawing porn (never had discord), it started from oc nsfw to Cookie run nsfw then Btd6 nsfw and later on to My Singing Monsters nsfw (The thing i used to be well known for), i have been getting into drama and other.

16 years old (current age)

Alright, this is the biggest issue when it comes to nsfw, i joined the PB fandom for fun but i discovered things, all the drawings i found from rule 34, i start participating doing PB porn for fun, i drew Naked Nono (alt), Eluca masturbating while using his imagination, Obiss masturbating, Andy and Eluca fucking eachother, PB ass focus and Bunchy masturbating, i realized it was a bad idea and stopped doing it. Moving on to nsfw rps, yup....nsfw rps, i did erps in public but it was also fucked up, i was uncomfortable while doing this

Conclusion:

Porn and NSFW is bad for a kid, it might ruin their sight and get porn addiction, it's bad, disgusting and other things. And I have realized I'm still a minor.

Hey PB main mods, If you're reading this, I'm sorry for what I did and it's my fault, I'm trying to recover things.

For now on, I'll stop doing these types of things, i already broke my porn addiction.

[tired-reader-writer]

Arslan Senki Chapter 114 Thoughts

Bear in mind my Japanese isn't great, almost all of these are guesses and deductions from the few parts I could read.

When Narsus was talking about bringing food and water to the citizens trapped inside Ecbatana, a soldier asked what I assumed to be something along the lines of: “Even if it means [using our own provisions]*?” (*THIS IS 100% JUST A GUESS I couldn't read the part other than “even if it means”) and Narsus said “Yup”. If I am correct about my guess, huh, interesting!

Couldn't read Jaswant's report but from how Narsus later deduced Guiscard has Ecbatana's treasures “according to Jaswant's report”, there must be clues in the report from which Narsus could draw that conclusion.

On that note, huh! Looks like Team Arslan is gonna go after Guiscard's army? I have faith they'll succeed and retrieve the treasures, and if that happens things just got shittier for Hilmes. Is Guiscard gonna survive? What role does Bodin play in all this?

Narsus mentions how Guiscard was planning to slip away while the three factions are too busy fighting over Ecbatana. I could catch the part “[Guiscard] probably knew the Parsian army is divided”. Daryun says something like “oh that's why he was using half-assed strategies against Andragoras” if I'm correct.

Too bad Team Arslan has other plans. Suffer, Guiscard. I'm still mad over what you did to Hilmes.

There they go— that must be hella hard fall.

Alfarīd talks some sense into Etoile, who was probably planning to somehow go see/rescue Innocentis (unclear if she knows if he was left behind in the capital or thought he was taken with the retreating army). When she says, “I don't care about my life.” Alfarīd says that she has to live for the injured men, the women and children she's been protecting all this time.

On that note, I've been anxious about this since last chapter but, what happened to the Lusitanians Arslan spared and Etoile was protecting? Did Guiscard leave them behind, knowing they'll die— to keep up the illusion that he intends to return? Or did he take them with him, since he has no intention of returning? The ones who got brutally murdered in chapter 113 were shown to be soldiers, but I can't help but be anxious.

“Alfarīd is a good kid. Isn't she, tactician?”

“I never once thought she was a bad kid!”

Both my sons are sad this chapter ;;-;; And the fact that these two scenes happen back-to-back, Arslan was shown with his army and banners in the background, his supporters, while Hilmes is all alone in a bloodied throne room. Normally it should've been filled with court officials and whatnot who would help him rule, his subjects, but it's just... empty. And Hilmes looks so small in that panel. Fuck, I'm sad.

[goldammerchen]

...personally i headcanon all* most the americas nation-people—the ones tied the most to the, well, states (:-I)—being mixed. i came to the conclusion from a combination of thinking about the continent(...s) history and a just hunch. "x country/nation is a x country/nation" just doesn't feel... right. it just can't feel right.

(and yup, including alfred and matthew, but i mainly think them as fake blondes lmao)

edit: i should've used most/a lot not all yesterday, and mention that the "everybody is mixed" phrase invisibilizes afro and indigenous latines (and asian latines), so is used to imagine the populations as a homogenized, and mainly to silence the most descriminized populations. also, some latine nation(-state)-person could totally have a native background, sadly making them related to the states would likely make them strained to their roots (the culture, the people, the older nation-people)... unless we think them rebelling against both colonizers and the new states for the longest time possible, that would be cool.

in other words, i should have said instead "i hc the americas nation-people as non white, though some white-passing, and well, treated as such". if asked, i think they would avoid direct answers (depends who's asking), and/or make sure to clarify they answer as the individual person...

i'd also add... class to this. i rather think heta people would interact with all kinds of people, tho might fall into only interacting with the rulers at times—both out of genuily "times passes so fast i blink and everything changes" and from being neglectful, as just doing the minimal mingling is easier, etc. anyway, i imagine them before (or even now) getting scolded by ruling class for "acting, sounding or looking" as common people (*rme*). bullshit of course, they'd supposedly represent all (remember the whole nation vs state vs country thing), and a bullshit thing to to say in itself (who cares).

see what i did by "looking". gonna sound cruel, but if the paler whitewatched nation-people asses from both the extremes of the continent("s") work in the fields from dawn to dusk, they are gonna get tanned.

p.s.: other post

*case by case (country by country) situation... the old and the new nations... nation or/vs state views...