#errm hello?!

[yukikorogashi]

Us coming out of May like

[jils-things]

i love my oc fo i love my oc fo

[dedusmuln]

-points at icon-

Omg... its beezub... hiiii

omg!!! it izz!!! hi hello!!! local aroace nonbinary genderfluid beelzebub fan here . shelley conn did a wonderful job playing zem ^_^ they are my favorite i think... have been since season one !!!!

[themultifandomgal]

Tommy Shelby- The Truth Always Comes Out

9 months ago YN YLN did something that she wasn’t proud of, she was drunk and she’d had an argument with her husband. So she ran to a man who she could always trust, a man who she’d secretly always loved even if he didn’t love her back, a man she had known her whole life. His name. Tommy Shelby. The night in question started off as him comforting her, but the more whisky that was drank the more bold the pair got landing YN in he best friends bed. She had cheated on her husband.

Weeks later YN had started to feel unwell, she went to the doctors who confirmed she was pregnant. Now YN knew that it could not be her husband’s because their sex life had been nonexistent, it was Tommy’s baby, she knew for sure.

YN had kept her pregnancy a secret for 9 months, it wasn’t to hard since her husband had been away for the remainder part of her pregnancy which is when she really popped.

12th September

The day was a gloomy one, rain had set in and YN had started off the day with a dull ache in her lower back. Ignoring it YN had carried on the day as normal. The dull ache through the day had progressively gotten worse to the point that in the early hours of the morning YN knew that she was in fact in labour. Crying out in pain she manages to get to her phone and call the closest person to her, Ada

“Come on come on” she brags hearing the rings then finally the sweet, tired voice of Ada comes through

“Hello?”

“Ada” YNs voice squeaks laced in pain

“YN is that you? what’s wrong why are you phoning me me at.. 4am?”

“Ada I need your help. Please I can… ahhhh” water trickles down her legs “Ada I’m having a baby, I need your help. Please” she cries into the phone

“Ok I’m coming” with that YN puts the phone down and waddles to her living room waiting for the Shelby sister to arrive. Each contraction hit her harder than the last.

In no time at all Ada bursts through YN’s front door to find her covered in sweat and tears

“Ada”

“It’s ok YN I’m here, ok we’re going to do this together ok?” YN only nods her head slightly unable to speak as another contraction hits “let’s take a look shall we?” Ada checks between YNs legs gasping “this babies coming now YN I can see its head. You need to push when you have another contraction ok?”

“Ada i can’t do this”

“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice. Now come on YN”

Who know how long YN had been in labour for, at least 20 hours or more, but after 10 minutes of pushing YN held a newborn boy in her arms

“Why isn’t Richard here if you were so close to having a baby?” Ada asks tidying up “wait did you know you were pregnant?”

“Oh Ada” YNs eyes glass over with tears

“YN what is it what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know what to do, he’s not Richard’s” YN cries finally telling someone about her awful actions

“What do you mean he’s not… did you sleep with someone else?” YN sadly nods her head “when? who?”

“We haven’t been doing well for a while, he had spoken about a divorce and in my family your disowned. We got in an argument one night and I… shit Ada I went to see Tommy”

“This is my brothers child!” Ada shouts causing the newborn babe to start crying “sorry” she says softly looking at the baby being rocked in YNs arms “why didn’t you tell someone? Have you hidden this pregnancy the whole time?” YN nods her head

“I couldn’t say anything because what would I haven been seen as? I cheated on my husband. I couldn’t pretend that the baby was his because we haven’t slept with each other for over a year. He still wants a divorce that’s why he’s in America away from me”

“Oh YN, come here” Ada’s placed her arm over her friends shoulders in an act to try and comfort her “first of all he left you, you might still be officially married but I think your relationship ended the night he wanted a divorce. Do you love him?”

“Richard? At one point yes but not for a long time”

“I wasn’t talking about Richard” Ada gives YN a small smile

“Tommy? Oh errm I… I’ve… I guess I…”

“I think I know the answer. You can’t hide his child from him YN, you’ve got to tell him”

“I’ve hidden my pregnancy from him, he’ll hate me”

“Trust me he won’t. Now let me have cuddles with my nephew and you get some sleep” Ada takes the baby in her arms before helping YN get comfortable in her bed “I’ll stay here as long as you need me to. I’ll come with you to see Tommy if you want”

“Thank you Ada, truly”

[nerdsnuff]

haii!! Im bringing the typa greed they talk about in the bible (*´ー｀*) can iiii get 55 burgers 55 fries 55 nugget 55 cola 55 erm errm damon drabble for valentines..? It dont have to be finished/posted at valentines i just want something something okiee thank!!!!

DINNER DATE — DAMON MAITSU. gender neutral reader, fluff, no warnings.

anything for u my most favorite down bad damon fan!! (^_^) im sorry it’s so short… but happy valentines!

damon maitsu’s ultimate talent is debating, not dating. which is why despite being the self proclaimed smart guy, he’s struggling (almost terribly). not to a point where it’s annoying or a hassle in any way though, thankfully it’s stupidly endearing.

after every choice, he thinks back to his parents. oh how sweet and kind his parents are to give him advice on how to not mess up a date.

‘make sure to be a gentleman compliment them!’ his mother says. then, his dad perks up. ‘yeah, hit ‘em with a good pickup line or two!’ he exclaimed cheerfully. right at the doorframe his mother adjusts his suit while his dad watches with a smile. her hands run along the soft fabric, a material both she and her husband are familiar with as they made this very suit he’s wearing tonight. ‘don’t forget what we’ve told you, alright?’ his mother says.

he absolutely did not forget.

“ah, hello? earth to damon?” you call out, waving your hand in front of him. he quickly blinks, seeming restless.

“huh? oh, yeah?” he perks, you quirk your brows. you look at him confused, though you’re actually more worried.

“you were definitely spacing out, are you okay? is this date… boring?” you asked nervously. you don’t want to hear him agree.

“no! not at all. i- uh-” his eyes wonder around, from you to the table then everything else. he’s looking for something, anything that can… oh he’s got just the thing. “a-are you a rose? cause you’re as beautiful as ever” he lets out an awkward laugh. he noticed the jar of roses sitting in the middle of the table, and decided to use his dad’s advice now.

‘don’t forget to hit ‘em with a good pickup line or two!’

suddenly you laugh. bright and stunning — you laughed at his stupid joke. his heart was struck.

“hahah! damon, where’d that come from? that’s… sweet. thank you” you smile at him, and reach out to hold his hand. “i didn’t know you were one for pickup lines… hm. i like your outfit, i think it really suits you” you giggle, and so does he. oh how your heart feels warm too. “actually that counts more as a pun, huh?”

he shakes his head. “no, it’s okay. it has the same effect. but thank you, my parents made it for me”

you gave a surprised expression. “really? wow! they must be very talented. no wonder their son is too”

damon blushes again. “yeah they’re… they’re pretty good. thank you for acknowledging my talent, even if it’s boring sometimes”

“no way!” you protest. “you’re anything but boring. c’mon, how about you tell me a little more about how you got into debate and all, let me hear all about you, maitsu”

god damon was gonna be a flustered mess by the end of this dinner date. the one thing his parents didn’t tell him to do was keep his composure. so… maybe it’s okay if he loses it a little, right?

“okay. well, it all started when i was in elementary…”

[angels-read-fanfiction-too]

Short and kinda dookie Jerry fic but it's cute sooo pthhh

Warnings: swearing and errm... Josh doing a dookie

also this was based off my insert so sorry if it's not like you all too much :[ (now proof read, sorry to the people who read it with the spelling errors, i wrote it at 5am lol)

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"Psst! Psst!" You very poorly whispered, tapping at Bill's shoulder who was just getting more and more pissed off. Just as the cherry on top, you were wayyy too close for comfort and those creepy eyes were staring right at him... It freaked him out. Why did Jerry even like this annoying bitch? "What? What?!" Bill yelled while whispering, putting a strain on his voice. You shrunk down a little and moved away in surprise at his sudden tone, expression blank and wide eyed. "Uh... nothing." You mumbled, looking back to your work and tapping on the table with your neon yellow spongebob pen with an obnoxiously big rubber figure of the character on top. He was shocked it was even allowed to be used to write an essay on the second world war. "Oh fuck off! the hell do you mean 'nothing'? you always want shit from me." Bill complained, basically seething in anger over something so small. You cartoonishly sighed and looked over to Bill with a slight pout "Is Jerry in today?" Bill thought he would start screaming in the middle of history. "I don't know and i don't care about a bitchy whore like you and her pathetic boyfriend." You looked around awkwardly before mumbling "jeez, man, i was just wondering." As soon as the class ended, Bill walked as fast away from you as possible and left you to find Jerry on your own.

While walking through the halls, you spot Pete! You rushed up to him, the books in your bag loudly bouncing as you ran. "Sup sup!" You greeted. "Sup." Pete parroted, closing his locker with some kind of horror comic in his hands. "What dat?" You asked, not fully out of your 'derp' phase, looking down to the gore fest of a comic Pete held. "Uh, your sister gave it to me, said she liked it." He said, an oddly hesitant feeling to his words. Hey, you remembered that! "Oh, yeah, she really likes that one. She let me read it but it's a bit too intense for me, made me kinda ill." Pete scoffed in a confidence he didn't deserve. "Yeah, well i'm tougher than that. I won't let some geeky bitch try and out gross me." He paused for a couple seconds before adding on "But uh... don't tell her but this is pretty rough. I didn't know chicks were really into this stuff." Shrugging it off, you just explained "She freaky like that. Anyways, d'you know where Jerry is? I asked bill but he got mad at me." Pete huffed "The dumb cunt will yell at anything... Yeah, i saw him. He's in the bathroom pretending to have a massive dump." Your eyebrows furrow in confusion "And... he's just pretending?" Pete nodded "Yeah, just wanted to play on his DS." Your eyes flickered to the boys bathroom, a long silence coming between you two. "I don't wanna go in there" Pete shrugged. "Do what you want but if you're gonna go in there, don't be so prissy like you always are." confusion crossed your face yet again, "prissy?" "Yeah!" Pete explained "You know, 'wash your hands before you eat, pete' 'eating of the ground is gross!' 'you gotta wash your hands every time you pee' you know, prissy girl shit." Your face was dropped in pure shock "You don't wash your hands every time you-" "Okay okay!" Pete suddenly cuts you off "Come on, get in there, Go meet your prince charming."

Okay, time to find Jerry sitting on the toilet so long he'll get haemorrhoids- HOLY SHIT THIS PLACE STINKS! "Ugh Jesus christ!" You exclaimed the moment you walked in... is someone crying in here? "Uh... hello? i cry on the toilet sometimes too, it's no biggie... i also get really constipated so that's probably part of it." "I'm not crying! god fucking damnit!" a familiar voice yelled back. "Oh, hey Josh. Man, i try to lay off the fat jokes but you're making it really hard to not bring up how Elvis Presley died." You could hear Josh sigh from behind the stall door "Get out, Y/N. This is the men's room! What are you gonna do? Grow a penis and use a urinal?" You got weirdly defensive at that and argued back, "Hey! you don't know what i'm capable of, man. Also where is Jerry? Pete said he was in here?" Josh grunted in both annoyance and struggle with the toilet. "I don't know. He wasn't here when i was, now get out!" You then snickered and mumbled a little too loud "Yeah, because your stench probably dissolved him." "FUCK OFF!" You quickly scurried out of the bathroom, giggling to yourself.

As you were laughing to yourself at your own joke, you bumped into someone... Hey! It's Jerry! "Hi!" You immediately hugged him, giving him a kiss on his acne ridden cheek. Jerry froze up a bit, flustered at the sudden affection "U-uh... Thanks, buck." He said with an awkward chuckle, not giving a kiss back but holding your hand. He wasn't big on pda but he did appreciate your excitement towards him. "I wanted to ask you, d'you wanna watch Ren and Stimpy after school?" The tradition of cartoons after school never really left you two ad you grew into your teen years. Jerry smiled gently. "I'd love to."

[cheeseballcheeto]

hi hello hi!! i love your style!!! is it possible i could see errm.. gary and ed getting in trouble with the hot fuzz guys?

nick and simon mentioned it in a world’s end interview and i think about it every day

if not that is fine! just thought i’d let you know you’re very talented!

hello!! thank you so much!!! i think i remember this interview so i drew what i think they said?? idk i didn’t bother to check it again lol. anyways here you go! it’s a little rushed but i hope it’ll suffice :)

[dovemoulins]

errm uhrm hello

[wolftails-funkin-arts]

[A piece of paper appears from the sky, floating down until it landed softly on the ground. It was a letter addressed to Simon, and no address was indicated on it. The paper itself was crumpled and almost appeared as if it had been partially chewed on, but the message was clear, though the words were crudely written with black crayon.]

dEAr SiMon NumBer 2. AKA biG FLooFy SiMon.

HELLO!!! HoW aRe You?? =))) I AM doInG fiNe. But I AM hUnGry. So SO hUnGry. I fEeL hUnGrY aLL the TIME!! IT suCks!! >=(

AnYWAY . I jUst WaNteD tO ASK iF yOu sTILL HavE fRiEnds I CAN eat PLAY witH fOrEver. DiD yOu EAT them? WeRe ThEy y u MmY ? TAsTy pErhAps ? mY fRiEnDs doNT Like Me AnyMorE. I am so LoneLy. =‘(( YOu DoNT wAnt Me to Be LonELy dO yOu? You ArE gOod sImOn! I kNow YouRe GoOd! You’Re me! And I aM sO so GoOd.

p.S.: TeLL yOuR GrAy & OreN & piNKi tHaT I sAid hi!! =))

YouRs tRuLy.

Sîmòn tHe FriEnDLiEsT SpRunKi fOrEver.

(x love mx some sneak peeking hehe /silly

this interaction isnt canon btw x just wanted an excuse to play out this simon)

"Uhhh... There's a-?"

"Hey, buddy, is everything okay?"

"Y-Yeah, everything's fine..! Someone just sent me a nice letter, that's all! ^^"

"Eh, okay, then. :P"

...

...

...

....

"..There's another me...? Errm... I do want to be his friend, but... Is he okay...? Why is he asking me if my friends are yummy...? I mean, I know I accidentally ate Oren and Brud after I turned into this thing... But this is crazy... Wherever he is, I hope everything's alright..."

[numberonechesnaughtfan]

errm hi hello um hi uhhh...

helmet party pretty please? 👉👈

Ha he

[kittykitts]

(My [He]ART Spirit 1/2) Fantasy/Non-Driver!AU Charles Leclerc

[12/26/24 edit! more grammar errors and typos were corrected - thanks Grammarly], **NEW TITLE**

[12/25/24 edit! Small typos corrected]

Just a small idea I had last night. I don't know if I'll continue but I hope so because I liked a lot of this. Saddly I am not good to make a full story in English, it's not my first language. Sorry for any typos and grammar errors. Hope you enjoy it.

"Hi! My name is Charles Leclerc, and I am a Fine Arts student, but no one knows anything about me: I SEE HAUNTING SPIRITS!! Since childhood, my mom told me this world there are spirits, some are good and some are evil. And every time I try to go to my classes...

– AH!! NOT AGAIN!! – it happens. – Why I can't have a normal day like the other guys!? Shit! – and this is me running from a Nightmare spirit, in the shape of a mare, and an imp saying "I am stupid" while poking my head with a nail.

I don't know why spirits try to pursue me, except when in my house or classes. But when I was eight years old, I saw a bloody kid in my front. I can't remember his face, but... He was protecting me. He was older than me. That day, I found a red and yellow bracelet in my room and a note written "I will see you in some years".

I think it was just an illusion from my head, but always I use the bracelet fewer evil spirits try to annoy me. I am sitting under a three and there are no spirits around. I have a final work for my drawing class today, but I have a smaaaall problem..."

– I NEED A PERSON TO BE MY MODEL! – Charles put his hands on his head and started to press his fingers in the hair. Sitting on a concrete bench – Damn! I can't find someone. Maybe I should call Lando or Max. They'll mock me because I need a nude model... – he sighs while typing Lando's phone number.

– Hello? Charles?

– Lando! I need your help! I need a model for my final work in drawing class.

– Oh! I can help you I think. What do I need to do?

– Errm... – Charles tries to think the best words to explain – You need... Hmm... Do you have problems with being nude?

Dramatic silence for some minutes.

– YOU WHAT!? – Lando starts to laugh in a mix of nervous and mocking. His voice starts to be far because is rolling on the floor.

– C'mon, Lando! I need help!

– Sorry, Charles... – the younger Brit tries to talk while inhaling deeply to calm himself – I can't. Don't you have a friend or other classmate to help you?

– We need someone who isn't from the drawing class. It's a challenge from our teacher. And I am not near Monaco now. Do you know if Max knows someone?

– Max!? I think he doesn't know too. Well, I need to go now. Alex is waiting for me. Good luck with your work!

– Ok, Lando. Thanks... – his sad and fading voice resumes his dissapointness. The call is finished.

Without anyone to help him, the young Monegasque stops for a time to relax his mind. He put his phones and started to draw the university landscape. Students, birds, some clouds, and the piano beats playing. When is not drawing, he's used to playing piano. The bag with sketchbooks and several art materials like Artistic Anatomy books, box of soft pencils, and professional ink pens, was near his feet. Lines and geometric forms are continuous without lifting the graphite point.

The drawing was near to finish and one of his small sketchbooks fell from the bag revealing some sketches of his classmates and close friends. A not-familiar hand takes it and starts to look page by page. Charles notices and immediately takes off the phones, drops down the material he was using, and grabs the object with a big blushed face. The other guy just smiles and giggles.

– You can't look a sketchbook without asking the artist! Geez, my things are falling...

– Let me help you, sweetie. – the pair of hairy hands starts to collect the pens and graphite refill. His voice has a strong Latino accent.

– Don't call me sweetie. It's rude. My portfolio is a mess.

– You should buy a new one now. This one has a big rip in the folder because of the overfill of sheets. And it's heavy too. Your back will hurt if continue walking with this. Also, your drawings are good. Are you from Arts classes? - asked the guy.

– Umm, yes... I am. I was trying to chill. My drawing class teacher created a challenge for us: we need to make studies with a model that is not from the class, but... - the bluish eyes down shy and embarrassed to continue.

– But...?

– I need a nude model. – he hides the blushed face in the back of the sketchbook.

– Oh! That's why you were speaking loudly early on your cell phone! I was walking to the library and heard a voice asking for help. – soft giggles start again with a smirk – Well, well, well... May I help you?

– Huh? You what? – the Monegasque eyes lift with a small glow in the golden-ringed pupils. – Help me?

– Why not? I see in your face you are desperate. But first, we need to introduce ourselves. You first, sweetie.

– I said don't call me sweetie! Ahem! – the sketchbook is put into the bag, with the art materials. – My name is Charles Leclerc. And I am near to finish the last year of Arts classes. Now it's your turn.

– My name is Carlos Sainz Jr. Last year or Art History and Criticism. – when he did the introduction, a strange wind flew into them. Charles felt his wrist burn a little and his spine freezes. Like some spirit had vanished near him.

"I... Know him? His eyes..."

– Charles? Are you ok?

– Uh!? – the mind returns to reality after a quick flashback from the bloody kid. – Sorry... It was nothing. So... Are you free in the evening?

– Sure! Where can we meet?

– I think one of the studios will be empty so we can meet there.

– Great! – the palms of Spaniard clap – So see you later, Charles! Hope you draw me like you French maids! – again, the face of the Monegasque guy becomes red like a bell pepper trying to avoid the image.

– STOP! OH MY GOD! – Carlos left the place laughing. The young artist sighs and walks to his residence on campus. Charles lives with his friends Lando, Alex, and George.

With Carlos helping him, his mind was quiet. All the fears and haunting voices around him were gone. For a moment, he felt a glimpse of that kid. Carlos’s face was like that kid's.

(End of part one, I think?)

[scriv3lloirl]

Ewerrmm erm. ☝️.

Hello.. Mister Doctor, guy. I was ☝️being very polite n quiet about this, but eerrUrrrm. Ive become a little.trigerd! as they say in the biz… Erm, I find it very, ofputting, what you do here on this blog of yours. And i must ERM☝️communicate my conthern. You see, I find it QUITE rude, and offensive, that you do not put a TW (that stands ☝️ for Trigger Warning) for your hooked nose. :/ yes. Errm, it makes me quite uncomfortable to look at a person’s body who does not align with thpethific Standards of mine (I am a man of taste.) and i am of a very fragile temperament as well. Ermm Please refrain from exposing us innocent youths to your. ☝️Face☝️

Erm. Thankyou for your thyme :/

I need you t' know that Mutt read this ask aloud in th' Eugene voice we did fer Grease. I am this 🤌 close t' tears.

[allyndustsblog]

Ayooo!!!

Well hello there, I just remembered that I never show my bb Anthony, I kinda redesigned him since all the content I made of him some weeks ago are with his old design which I DO like but after a while it gets boring, so I just change him a little bit.

Errm... Ignore the blood practice with my bb, It was necessary for the plot I swear-

[cat-anon-anvd]

Uh.. hello.. cat!

errm.. mind if i just..?

*they then kneeled, and gently pet the cat.*

—🚫🥩 / @dontfeedmeimn0tstarving

{the cat would purr. Seems it likes pets.}

[themultifandomgal]

Hello, it's me.

I'm not sure if you can accept another request from, but this time I have a scenario in mind.

I don't know if you can write something about Blake Gallo x fem!reader, where they both have a relationship, and one night, as a joke, while Blake was sleeping, the reader writes on his cheek "Property of (reader)". The next day, Blake is running late for work and hurriedly leaves without noticing the writing on his cheek. At the station, the others won't stop teasing him about it, even after he cleans it.

I don't know, it's just something I thought of, but feel free to change anything or however you like.

Thanks. <3 <3 <3

Blake Gallo- ‘Property Of YN’

So sorry this is so late. Hope you enjoy!

Blake and YN have been together for a few years now. They first meet when Blake arrived at Mollys for the first time and they hit it off straight away. From the moment they started dating, they had a playful relationship. They often played little trick on each other, but always knew not to take it to far.

Blake lays in bed, snoring softly making a wide awake YN smile. Blake had not long fallen asleep after telling his girlfriend about his day at work that day. Apparently he had saved a woman from a burning building a couple of days ago (nothing new), but this woman turned up at the fire house with cookies. Now YN isn’t a jealous person, she knows that transference is a real thing and that woman (and men) may fall for her boyfriend, but YN trusts Blake more than anything. That though doesn’t stop YN from deciding to grab a pen and write on her boyfriends forehead ‘Property of YN’.

The following morning Blake wakes up panicking because he was running late for work. Slowly YN wakes up to see her the back of her boyfriend running around the bedroom

“Come back to bed” YN groans completely forgetting about writing on his forehead

“I can’t. I’m sorry I’m late for work” Blake turns around just at YN closes her eyes. She feels him place his lips on her forehead giving her a gentle kiss “I’ll see you later” YN hums in response and listens to Blake leaving their shared apartment. YN stayes there for a few minutes soaking in the warmth of the bed when she suddenly remembers what she had done the night before. Surly though Blake has looked in the mirror and wiped it off right? But then again he didn’t say anything to her, but he was running late for work. Maybe he will mention it when he comes home.

Blake arrives at the firehouse in a rush, running past Matt and Kelly to go to the locker room. Of course the two lieutenants frown at each other then smile seeing the writing on Blake’s forehead

“I’m guessing he doesn’t know” Kelly says

“I’ll go and find out” Matt walks away and follows Blake. He walks into the locker room where Blake is putting away his things

“Gallo”

“I know I know I’m late. I’m sorry I over slept”

“That’s not what I was coming to you about. Have you errm checked in the mirror this morning?”

“Why have I got toothpaste around my mouth”

“No but errrm just have a look in the bathroom” Blake frowns at Matt confused but does as he says. That’s when he sees what his girlfriend has wrote on his forehead. Matt was expecting Blake to be a little irritated, but instead he watched Blake laugh shaking his head. That’s when Blake’s phone rings, the familiar ring tone that’s set up for his girlfriend only plays. Laughing Blake answers the phone

“Hey babe… yes I know. I’m looking at it now… it’s ok. I love you and I’ll speak to you later” he puts the phone down and turns the tap on to scrub the writing off his face.

That evening YN apologises to Blake many times. He of course tells her each time that it’s ok. YN falls asleep early that evening, so Blake uses this time to get his own back, writing the words ‘property of Blake’ on her forehead.

[minty-macaroni]

Tumblr hello hello I'm back at it again

Errm ermm uhhhh Sleep Token Swap au where Sleep is Vessel's acolyte and like Sleep hates Vessel but like might have gotten stuck in some dumb genius contract and Vessel makes fun of them for it btw like pure god form Vessel oooo he's spooky and terrifying but Sleep's too busy attempting to convince Vessel's demigod counterparts II, III, and IV that they won't plot against Vessel (they will) meanwhile idk Eden is a god too and have Vessel and Eden beat each other Greek style or smth

Thank you 🗣