#ive been plotting and scheming...

[dilfosaur]

mark your calendars for the television event of the summmmerrr

[katabay]

fifteen men on a dead man's chest, it's time for: pirates!

there's an idea here, and the idea is slowly turning into a story, and in march I've got some one shot comics about pirates I want to post! ideally, in march. hopefully in march. there's a lot of stuff to figure out, drawing wise. I spent an amount of time I won't mention researching the history of leg prosthetics & vintage leg prosthetic designs for basilica, and I haven't even figured out tall ships. which is. well. it's pirates, what are pirates without tall ships

[fungus-of-death]

This is kind of the pot calling the kettle black but you guys trust too easily I think. I didn't like Vahn from the jump but. Regardless of that I'm gonna kick his ass next time. This last fight was a learning opportunity.

[princekirijo]

World's most frustrating feeling: having multiple ideas and character designs but despite working on the thing for nearly 5 YEARS still being nowhere close to having a coherent plot 💀

[zelreedsandwrites]

(( I swear this fic would be so good guys i wish u could see the movie in my head about Them TuT ))

[artbyace]

i hate seeing ppl draw the marauders and exclude peter like GGRRBHH I GET THAT IN CANON MY GUY GREW INTO A BAD MAN BUT STIL. Include my boy >: [

[sluttytangerine]

ok so hug update !!

tan felt like .. idk a wall but v warm, fun cozy feeling tho !! (he also kept squeezing me so fuck him </3)

lemon has the BEST FUCKING WHOLE HUG IVE SEEN soooo fucking comfy (and he also did the thing where u pick up the person ur hugging so like .. that was a jumpscare for me HAHSHSHHD)

YEAHHHH i always had a feeling lemon gave amazing hugs!! he just gives off those vibes

[devotedlystrangewizard]

god could you imagine if people focused on the actual golden boy getting like twice as much content as his fellow companions rather than like 2 new lines for one bad guy to make one scene feel more in line with the one other scene with said bad guy

[sheisjoeschateau]

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Hi, I'm Misha. Thank you for diving into my stories and supporting my writing :)

My fanfics [+this blog] are dedicated to Steve Harrington, along with Gator Tillman. All fanfic series, one-shots, blurbs, etc. listed below are written by me. Do not repost or share anywhere without proper credit. Thank you muchly.

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"Oh, so we DO love Steve..."

Steve Harrington x Bauman!fem!reader enemies to lovers, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, upside down mayhem, S2-S4, post S4 universe hot-take, end-of-the-world / dystopian setting, ugly fights turned smut (...but with hella plot). 18+

[PART I] | [PART II] [PART III] | [PART IV] | [PART V] [PART VI] | [PART VII] | [PART VIII]

[Part IX - blurb] | [Part IX - full]

[Part X] | MORE COMING SOON

SUMMARY: WHEN THE UNEXPECTED NIECE OF MURRAY BAUMAN GETS THROWN IN THE MIX, THE GANG HAS NO IDEA JUST WHAT THEY'RE IN FOR. SCRATCH THAT - STEVE DOESN'T KNOW. YOU GET ALONG WITH EVERYONE WELL. YOU BANTER WITH THE ADULTS, WHO APPRECIATE YOUR HELP. THE KIDS LOVE AND WORSHIP YOU. YOU'RE HELPFUL ALL AROUND. BUT AS FAR AS STEVE IS CONCERNED, YOU'RE JUST NUISANCE. AFTER ALL, YOU'RE THE REASON HE LOST THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE AND MISSED OUT ON A LIFE THAT "COULD'VE BEEN." IF YOU HAD JUST KEPT YOUR SORRY ASS OUT OF THE PICTURE... IF YOU HAD NEVER GONE WITH NANCY AND JONATHAN AFTER THEY LEFT YOUR WHACK-JOB UNCLE, MURRAY BAUMAN'S, BUNKER? HE WOULD BE HAPPY. SO F*CKING HAPPY. BUT HERE YOU WERE. YOU WERE BASICALLY THE COOLER (...AND SURE, MUCH MORE ATTRACTIVE) FEMALE VERSION OF MURRAY BAUMAN. YOU WERE SARCASTIC, QUICK-WITTED, TOO SMART FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, AND APPARENTLY BUILT FOR THE WAR. SURE, YOU WEREN'T AS BRASH AS YOUR UNCLE. BUT IN STEVE'S EYES, YOU WERE SOMEHOW FAR MORE OBNOXIOUS. HE DOWNRIGHT HATED YOU.

HE WILL FOREVER HATE YOU...

BUT WILL HE?

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"You're there. You've always been there."

Steve Harrington x OC!fem!reader Childhood friends to lovers. Sloooowburn. Angst. Romance. Smut with plot. Action. Told from second-person view, reader is Nicole (character from S1), different POV, hurt/comfort, upside down mayhem, pre-S1-S4, eventual post-S4 universe.

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Summary: Steve Harrington was six years old when he met you: Nicole St. James, the girl who carries the other half of him. Since 1972, the two of you have been inseparably tethered by the soul. You give Steve a home in his big house with no parents, and he gives your introverted heart a longing for someone. The King of Hawkins High and princess of this small town, you tell each other absolutely everything...except that you are in love with each other.

Everything changes that one afternoon at school, when you catch the school's social outcast -- Jonathan Buyers -- has been stalking Steve, his posse and his girl, Nancy. Little do you both know, the monsters in your favorite fairytales are real. And you're both going to have to fight them together.

You both share the best days and worst days, through childhood and teen years, until you both find yourselves roped into the perils that exist beneath your feet in Hawkins.

But through it all, despite all the doubt, Steve knows one thing: you're there. You've always been there.

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"At the Chateau, We'll Be Alright."

Steve Harrington x Jonathan Byers x fem!reader A crossover au inspired by Saltburn and Call Me by Your Name. Additional Inso from Joe's theater performance as in Spring Awakening. Song Inso: "Chateau" by Djo

Strangers to best friends to lovers. Slowburn. Angst. Romance, with polyamory themes and schemes. Smut with hella plot.

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Summary: The reader lives with her parents at a fancy chateau, in France.  This year, her father offers their home as a housing sanctuary to a select student or graduate.  He decides to invite two graduate students to live with their family over the summer, coming from different working class backgrounds, and help with their academic paperwork as a professor of archaeology.

Steve Harrington: a rich kid from a swanky boarding school with a bad boy reputation and too much charm for his own good.  Surprisingly, his grades say otherwise.  A’s and B’s, his parents claim that is seeking one-on-one tutoring so that he can progress in his studies — but it sounds more like an excuse to ship him off for longer periods of time, giving them an out for having their son around during the summer.  The pretty boy’s all about ladies…but that’s only because he hasn’t met a boy who awakens his bisexuality.  Yet.

Jonathan Byers: a kid from the lower working class, excelling in his studies and AP programs at the same boarding school as Steve which he only got into because of community sponsorship and grants.  Quiet wallflower, little to no friends, a bit cynical.  A closeted gay, he’s more determined to stick with being perceived as “ace” than come out of the closet.  Until he goes to stay at a chateau with a handsome boy, and a beautiful girl who understands him.

Twists, turns and terrifying risks, you all put your hearts on the line that summer at the Chateau. Add the reader's cousin Eddie into the mix, along with her best friend Robin, Steve's ex-girlfriend Nancy, Jonathan's estranged mother and your progressive parents alongside Steve's absent parents -- it's a cruel summer.

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American Teenagers

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Gator Tillman x fem!reader A slow burn romance fueled by angst, dark comedy, unhinged thrill-packed action and heavy smut with even heavier plot. Inspired by and based on Fargo. Song Inspo: "American Teenager" by Ethel Cain

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[charliedawn]

A SERVANT’S DUTY Part IV Emperor Geta x Reader

(Also, there is a surprise because I couldn’t write a Gladiator fanfic without writing about my favourite ex-general Acacius who I want to add because he is simply awesome…)

The air in the dungeon was thick with the stench of mildew and damp stone. The walls, cracked and cold, seemed to swallow sound, the only noise being the distant drip of water echoing through the corridor. You walked through the low-lit passage, each step purposeful, as you approached the solitary cell where Macrinus was confined. His name had become little more than a whisper among the palace halls, a faded memory of ambition thwarted, of plans undone. Yet here you were, standing before the door that separated you from the man who had once tried to grasp the reins of power.

The guard unlocked the door, his expression neutral. You stepped inside, feeling the weight of the moment settle upon you. There, sitting on a small cot in the corner of the cell, Macrinus looked more like a shadow of the man he once was. His eyes were sharp, though, like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike. When he saw you, a slow smile stretched across his lips.

"Well, well," he drawled, leaning back on his cot, arms crossed. "The woman who foiled all my plans. To what do I owe the honor of this visit ?"

You stepped closer, not letting his mockery affect you or distract you from your goal. "I wanted your opinion."

His eyes narrowed, amusement flickering. "My opinion ? You come seeking advice from the man you helped ruin, the one whose schemes you so thoroughly dismantled ?" He chuckled darkly, almost bitter as he shook his head in disbelief. "You know, I thought you were cleverer than that. You disappoint me."

You stood silent for a moment, letting his words hang in the air. The flickering light of the torch cast a glow on his face, and you saw how he had changed. His once-strong posture now sagged with time, but there was still a sharpness to him, a sense of self-preservation. You didn’t approach him as an enemy. Not anymore.

"You’ve been in this cell for some time," you said, taking a seat across from him, folding your hands. "But I’m not here to gloat, Macrinus. I’m here because you’ve seen the inner workings of power. You’ve schemed and plotted. I want to know what you would do differently now."

He studied you, his eyes flicking up and down your figure, noting the way you carried yourself now—the difference from the woman who had first entered the palace, the one who cleaned floors and tended to the needs of others. The woman before him now was a far cry from that.

Macrinus leaned forward, his smirk widening. "What I would do differently ? You want the thoughts of a man who had the world within his grasp, only to lose it all ? Who’s now rotting in a cell, a mockery of his former self ?"

You hummed.

"You’re not a mockery," you said, meeting his gaze squarely. "You’re a cautionary tale."

He scoffed, but the flicker of respect in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed. "Well, there you have it. I suppose, in a way, you’re right. But you can’t escape the truth of it. You came to me for advice, but why would you trust a failure ? The path you’re walking now ? It’s one I tried to walk, and look where it’s gotten me." He gestured around his cell, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

You held his gaze. "Because you failed, it doesn’t mean I will. I learned from your mistakes."

Macrinus leaned back, the faintest trace of curiosity flickering in his eyes. "Is that so ? And what, pray tell, have you learned ? That every throne is built on betrayal, that power is always a game of who can outlast who ? You cannot change the rules of the game, girl. You can only play it."

You tilted your head.

"Perhaps," you admitted quietly. "But I have learned that power isn’t always taken with the blade or the coin. Sometimes it is given. And right now, I have been given the trust of an emperor who is learning as well. So, I will ask you again—you who has been where I am right now. What would you do, if you had another chance ?"

He seemed to think about it before he chuckled softly, but there was no malice in it. "Another chance ? With the world watching ? With a senate that will do anything to rip power from you ?" He paused. "What would I do ? I would take it—take everything. Gain the Emperor’s trust once more and bide my time to act. With a softer touch, perhaps. But I would still take it—take everything that I know I deserve and maybe even more."

You stood up and your eyes met briefly. "Thank you," you finally said. "I think I’ve learned enough."

As you turned to leave, Macrinus’s voice followed you. "Just remember one thing, girl," he called out, his tone shifting slightly, the sharp edge of his previous mockery gone. "Power doesn’t come from the people you save—it comes from the people you break."

You paused, then turned back slightly to face him. "And when they rise again ?"

Macrinus was quiet for a long moment. Then, finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper as he demonstrated the full extent of power’s cruel truth. "Then you crush them before they have a chance to stand."

Your eyes widened momentarily in shock before you nodded, the weight of his words hanging in the air as you left the cell behind. There was no malice in your heart for Macrinus. He had once sought the throne—he had been consumed by the same hunger for power that you now wrestled with. But unlike him, you would not be consumed. You had learned his lesson, and you would find another way. As you walked away, the flicker of a plan began to take shape—one that was not built on destruction, but on subtlety, trust, and the strength of the people who had been left behind. Macrinus said that power doesn’t come from the people you save ? Well…You guessed you would have to prove him wrong.

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You found Geta in his chambers, hunched over yet another pile of reports, his brow furrowed in concentration. His exhaustion was palpable, the weight of his duties pressing down on him. It was moments like these when he looked more like the young emperor he was, not the ruler people hoped he would become. Your heart squeezed in your chest. His workload had been momentarily reduced—but to take care of an entire Empire on one’s own was a Herculean task. You stood in the doorway for a moment, watching him. When he finally looked up, his face softened just slightly at the sight of you. But there was a familiar weariness in his eyes.

"I thought you were going to rest ?" you asked.

His voice was thick with fatigue as he replied. "The Empire doesn’t wait for sleep."

You stepped inside, closing the door gently behind you. "No," you replied, your voice steady, "but it does need something else if it is to last."

He gave a small, tired smile, raising an eyebrow. "Oh really ? And what’s that ?"

You moved closer, feeling the tension in your shoulders ease slightly as you spoke. "Trust."

His brow furrowed. "Trust ?" he echoed, his gaze intense. "That’s a tall order, especially when the Senate refuses to listen, when they still seek power at every turn."

You met his gaze, unflinching. "Yes. Trust. If the Empire is to be built, it must rest upon that foundation. But it cannot be a trust that is only given to those with power or wealth. It must be a trust extended to all people—men and women of every class, every trade, every family."

Geta sat back in his chair, hands steepled in thought. He said nothing, but the quiet tension between you both grew. You continued.

"If the Senate is to represent the people, then it must be open to them. True representation is more than just a collection of noble faces, more than just those who hold power in their hands or gold in their pockets. It’s the voice of every citizen who breathes this Empire’s air, who eats its bread, who bleeds its blood. We cannot afford to let the voices of the common people fall silent any longer."

Geta looked at you, the weariness in his eyes replaced by a flicker of something else—curiosity, perhaps, or a growing understanding. "You know the Senate will not accept such a thing," he said softly. "They will see it as a threat, as a way of undermining their power."

You nodded.

"Maybe they will," you admitted with a small sigh. "But power must be earned, not seized. If you wish for the people to trust you as their ruler, as their Emperor, then you must give them a voice. Not just the senators, but the farmers, the soldiers, the merchants, the artisans—everyone. If we are to rebuild this Empire, we need more than just a few nobles making decisions in gilded halls. We need the strength of the people."

You leaned against the desk, your voice growing more resolute. "What is a kingdom if it is built on the backs of the poor and the weak, yet they have no say in how it’s run ? The people are the true heart of the Empire, Emperor Geta. And if you cannot win their trust, if you cannot show them that their voices matter, then everything will crumble."

He was silent for a long moment, his eyes unfocused as he looked at the scattered papers. He seemed to be lost in thought, processing your words, weighing them against the responsibilities and burdens of his crown. Finally, his voice broke the silence. "And how would you suggest we do that ?" His tone was soft, cautious, as though he was afraid of the answer. "How do we open the Senate to the people without tearing the Empire apart ?"

You straightened, meeting his gaze fully. "We start with the towns and the provinces. We invite their voices into the halls of power—not as petitioners, but as true representatives. Let them bring their grievances, their hopes, and their needs. We’ll establish councils that can represent the people—no longer just the wealthy, the influential, but the working, the struggling, the ones who keep the wheels of this Empire turning. We bring them to the table. And we listen."

"Even the ones who still whisper rebellion ?" Geta asked, his voice a quiet challenge.

"Even them," you confirmed, your gaze unwavering. "Because if they are heard, they won’t need to rise in rebellion. If we truly hear the people, we can guide them. It is only in silence, only in neglect, that rebellion breeds. We must show them that their concerns are not beneath us."

Geta leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "And what about the Senate ? How do we bring them into this plan ? They will not like being challenged."

You smiled softly, the corner of your lips turning up slightly. "The Senate is built on old traditions, on wealth and power. But traditions can change, and the powerful can fall. The question is not whether they will like it, but whether they will resist what is right. And when they see the Empire flourishing with the voice of its people, they will follow."

He met your gaze, a long silence hanging between you both. Then, with a slow nod, he sighed. "Perhaps…perhaps it is time for change."

You nodded back. "It is. And it must come from the top, not just from the people. But you, Geta—if you are to be Emperor, it will be because you lead not with the crown, but with your ears and your heart. Let the Senate watch as you extend your trust to them. Let them see what true leadership is."

He rose from his chair slowly, the weight of your words settling in his posture. His gaze held yours, a silent promise in his eyes.

"Then I suppose we have work to do," he declared, the first spark of resolve returning to his voice.

You smiled, the glimmer of hope in your heart stronger than before. "Yes. We do."

…

The proposal had been set before the Senate, as bold as it was necessary. Representatives from each level of society—farmers, soldiers, merchants, artisans, and the like—should be allowed not only to petition but also to sit at the table during votes and hearings, to ensure that the voice of the people was truly heard. It was a radical idea, one that had not been entertained in this gilded chamber for generations. Still, you had made your case to Emperor Geta, and now, the proposal was before the Senators.

You stood at the center of the Senate hall, the weight of the moment pressing down on you like a physical force. The room was filled with the murmurs of the gathered Senators, each one eyeing you with suspicion, each one sensing the shift in the winds. Their eyes were sharp, their gestures subtle as they traded looks of doubt. Geta had stood by you in this, his hand resting lightly on the back of your chair. Though he was present, his presence was almost invisible to the Senators. It was clear they were looking to you as the architect of this new idea—not their Emperor.

Senator Lucius, one of the more outspoken and wealthy members, stood first, his voice booming in the silence of the chamber. "This is madness," he declared, shaking his head in disbelief. "To allow the common rabble into the sacred halls of the Senate ? To have them sit beside us, where they have no business ? It would be the end of order. The end of our civilization."

A chorus of murmurs followed, with several Senators nodding in agreement, their faces twisted in disapproval.

Senator Lucius’s voice echoed through the chamber, a call to arms for the status quo. "Do you think we could simply let peasants, merchants, soldiers—those who know nothing of governance—join us in our deliberations ?" He paused, letting his words sink into the room. "It would be chaos. We would lose control, lose all authority. The Empire would fall into anarchy."

You remained calm, standing tall at the center of the chamber, eyes sweeping across the room, meeting the gazes of the Senators who were clearly opposed. The weight of their words fell on you, but you did not flinch. In your mind, the heart of the Empire was with its people, not the narrow circle of elites that sought to control it for their own gain.

"Senator Lucius," you began, your voice steady, cutting through the murmurs. "With all due respect, what you describe is not an Empire—it is a monarchy of convenience, where only a select few benefit from the labor of those beneath them. You fear chaos because it threatens your control. But let me ask you—what do you fear more ? A little disorder, or the collapse of trust between the Senate and the very people who sustain this Empire ?"

The room fell into an uneasy silence, all eyes on you now. Even Geta, standing by your side, shifted his weight slightly as though he was bracing himself for the next wave of opposition. Lucius opened his mouth to retort, but you continued before he could speak, your gaze hardening, unwavering.

"An Empire where only those with power can speak will never endure. You speak of chaos, but it is the lack of representation, the lack of a shared voice, that will breed the true disorder. When the people realize they are nothing more than pawns in the game of a few, they will turn their backs on the Empire. They will stop building, stop working, and stop fighting."

There was a brief pause as the Senators processed your words. Some remained stoic, others fidgeted. Lucius’ face reddened with barely contained anger, his fists clenched at his sides.

"Are you suggesting that the Senators are the problem here ? That we, who have given our lives to the Empire, should simply bow to the will of those who know nothing of governance ?" he spat, his voice low and dangerous—filled with venom at the challenge.

"Not bow," you replied, your tone cutting through the tension like a blade. "Listen. Listen to the voice of the people, and you will find the strength of the Empire restored. An Empire divided—between the powerful few and the many who serve—will never endure. It is not the citizens who have failed this Empire. It is you, the rulers. You have failed to see that power is not something to hoard, but to share. If we do not learn to govern for all, we will have nothing to govern at all."

You could feel the weight of the Senate’s gaze on you, but you stood your ground. You knew that this fight was bigger than the immediate room, bigger than the backlash you were certain to face. Finally, one of the quieter Senators, a man with silvered hair and piercing green eyes, spoke up. "What you propose is…unorthodox," he said, his voice cool and measured. "But perhaps, just perhaps, it is worth considering. The common folk are the lifeblood of the Empire, after all. Without them, none of us would sit here today."

You recognised him as the voice who had defended you when you had been made Emperor Geta’s advisor. An ally—you assumed.

Lucius however shot him a withering look. "Do not stand alongside such foolishness, Senator Cassius. This will be the end of all that we have worked for."

The murmurs returned, louder this time, swirling through the room. Some seemed to lean toward your argument, while others remained staunchly against it. The division was obvious in the room.

"Senators," you called them, "if we do not change, we are as good as dead. The world is changing. The people are changing. You know of the uprising that almost ended up in chaos outside the palace. The only question is: will we acknowledge it and change with the people, or will we stand in the way and risk watching everything burn ?"

For a moment, there was only silence. Then, Senator Lucius stood again, his expression hardening.

"We vote," he declared, his voice dripping with finality. "Those in favor of this…ridiculous proposal, raise your hands."

One by one, a handful of Senators—less than you had hoped for, but still a start—raised their hands in a show of support. But the majority remained silent, unmoving.

Lucius smirked. "The proposal is rejected. We shall continue to govern as we always have. You will find that the people do not need more than we give them."

He sat down with an air of superiority that left your blood boiling in your seat, the room buzzing with murmurs of approval from his supporters. You stood still, fighting the anger that swelled within you. But as you glanced towards Emperor Geta, you saw that his eyes were focused, intent, and determined. His hand rested lightly on the back of your chair, and his chin was tilted upward, a subtle sign of defiance against the overwhelming majority. He would not let this moment pass so easily.

"Senators," Emperor Geta spoke up, his voice steady and strong, "you may have rejected this proposal today, but this is not the end. The Empire is changing, and so too must the way we govern. What has been decided here today is not set in stone."

The Senators fell into an uneasy silence once again. Many of them exchanged wary glances. Lucius sneered, but even he could not deny the Emperor’s presence, the quiet weight of his words.

"We will find another way," Emperor Geta continued, his gaze sweeping across the room. "The Empire will move forward. And so will the voices of its people."

With that, he turned and left the chamber, and you followed, feeling the stirrings of a battle yet to come. Though the Senate had voted against change today, you knew this was only the beginning. The people were waiting. And soon, they would have their say.

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You returned to the dimly lit cell where Macrinus was kept. The air was damp, thick with the scent of stone and must. The torchlight flickered along the narrow walls, casting long shadows across the cold stone floor. You paused at the door, your hand resting lightly on the iron bars, staring into the darkened corner where he sat. Macrinus looked up as you approached, his eyes narrowing in surprise. His once sharp features now seemed dull, though his sharpness—his mind—was far from dulled by his confinement. His eyes carried the same glint they had when he had first plotted against the twins. But now, that same cunning seemed more resigned, as if waiting for something—waiting for you.

"Back again ?" he told you with a knowing smirk, his voice a low rasp, though there was still a trace of mockery beneath the words. "Come to ask for more advice from the man you foiled all plans for ? I assume you haven’t grown bored of this game yet."

You let out a soft breath and looked him in the eye. "I do not need advice for myself," you explained. "I need it for the Empire."

Macrinus tilted his head, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Isn’t that rich ? You want advice from me on how to guide an Empire you have helped steer into chaos ?"

You took a step closer, not flinching at the bite in his tone. "I do not believe in chaos. I believe in change. And that is what we need. A new structure. A way to balance power, to share it."

Macrinus snorted, leaning back against the stone wall. "So, what is it you seek from me now, then ? I failed. You succeeded. Why come back ? Perhaps you seek to ensure I stay silent in my prison—an easy move to keep the dog leashed, but ultimately futile, wouldn’t you say ?"

You didn’t answer him immediately. Instead, you paced a few steps in the dim light, feeling the weight of his gaze on you. "The Senate ? They are not going to open themselves to the people. They think they know best, but they only know how to protect their own interests. So I need a way to make them listen—to force them into acknowledging the people who built this Empire."

Macrinus’ eyes gleamed in the shadows. "Ah. I see," he said, his voice a bit colder now. "You are playing a different game, aren’t you ? Not the one of noble ideals, but the one where you make your enemies think they are still in control while you pull the strings. You need to make them believe the people are behind them—make them believe that they will lose everything if they do not heed your words."

You stopped pacing and turned back toward him. "And how do I do that ?"

Macrinus chuckled ominously.

"Do not ask for their permission. Show them it is already happening—without them. Use your power to make it clear that the people have already spoken. Let the merchants and the soldiers see that they are no longer dependent on the Senate to have a voice. And then, let them see their own seats—those same seats of power—begin to feel fragile. Let them feel the shift, even if they cannot control it."

You narrowed your eyes, considering his words. "And you think they will just fall into line because of that ?"

Macrinus leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming with dangerous intent. "No. They will fight it, of course. But the more they fight, the more they show the people how out of touch they are with the reality of things. Push them hard enough, and they will have no choice but to bend. After all, you’ve already seen the cracks in their armor, haven’t you ? The senators will resist, but even they know—eventually, they must adapt or be swept aside. There’s nothing worse than being out of touch with those who have the power to pull the rug from under you."

You stood still, the weight of his words sinking into your mind like a stone dropped into a still pond. His plan wasn’t clean—it wasn’t neat. But then again, neither was history.

You let out a quiet breath. "I am not trying to sweep anyone aside. I am trying to build something that lasts."

Macrinus chuckled, the sound dry and humorless. "Good luck with that. But you have already taken the first step—you have shown them that you are not afraid to change the rules. You are an anomaly in their carefully crafted design of power. A servant—friends with an emperor. What remains is making them believe it is a change they cannot resist."

You studied him for a moment, the silence thick between you. Finally, you nodded. "Thank you. For the clarity. Even if it comes at the cost of your own plans."

His lips twisted into a smile—more like a sneer, but still sharp. "Plans change. The question is whether you are prepared to see yours through."

As you turned to leave, you hesitated at the door. You could feel his gaze on you, his words hanging in the air like an unspoken challenge.

"You will find, in the end," Macrinus added, his voice softer now, almost a whisper, "that no one ever truly wins in this game. They only survive long enough to play the next round."

You didn’t reply. Instead, you exited the cell, your footsteps echoing down the hall. The weight of Macrinus’ words clung to you, but it was the path you’d chosen. There was no turning back now.

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The Senate chamber was abuzz with the usual quiet clatter of whispered conversations, the shuffle of sandals against marble, and the rustling of parchment. You had entered the room in your usual way, poised but unassuming, though this time you did not take your usual seat at the table. Instead, you stood at the back, far from the eyes of the Senators who were still absorbed in their endless debates, their voices heavy with rhetoric and well-practiced tones.

Today, you said nothing.

You simply observed.

Geta sat at the head of the chamber, his fingers lightly tapping against the surface of the polished table, the weight of the crown heavier on his head than ever before. He watched the Senators with an unreadable expression, as if waiting for something to break. The grand speech you had prepared, the arguments and fervor of your proposal, were now still within you, resting in the corners of your mind. Today, you weren’t there to push an idea or challenge an opinion. Today, you were there to watch how things unfolded without you.

It didn’t take long before the tensions in the room began to rise, small sparks igniting in the conversation. Senator Lucius was the first to speak, his words sharp enough to cut through the thick air.

"We cannot allow this farce to continue," he said, his hand slamming against the table, eyes scanning the room. "The people—peasants, merchants, soldiers—will not dictate our decisions. We have been appointed to serve the Empire, not cater to the whims of those who have no understanding of governance."

The murmurs from the other Senators were quick to follow, some agreeing with him, others too cautious to speak too loudly. There were always those who resisted change, who fought tooth and nail to preserve the power they had. It was clear that your proposal had struck a nerve.

You studied Geta’s face closely. His jaw tightened, but his eyes remained calm, as if waiting for the moment to unfold. This was a test—his first real test as Emperor. Would he let the Senate have its way, or would he finally show them the strength of his resolve ? The eyes of the Senators shifted, glancing back and forth, trying to read him. It was a game of control. And in the midst of this carefully orchestrated chaos, you stood silently, letting the tension grow.

After a moment, Emperor Geta stood. The room grew silent.

"Senators," he called them and it carried a weight that silenced even the most outspoken among them. "We have all heard the words of Senator Lucius. And I know that many of you share his sentiments. But I must remind you all that an Empire is not built on the strength of a few, but on the trust of many."

You watched his eyes sweep the room, his gaze meeting those of the Senators, one by one. He was not the boy who had stumbled in fear before Macrinus a few weeks ago. He was the Emperor, and for the first time in this room, his presence commanded respect—not because of his title, but because of the quiet strength that radiated from him now.

"The people are not our enemies," he continued, his voice firm but not unkind. "They are our foundation. Without them, we are nothing. And so, I will not stand by while we ignore their needs, their voices, and their rights. If we are to govern, it must be for all—regardless of their class or station."

He looked toward you, and though no words were spoken, there was an understanding between you. The unspoken bond that had been formed in the quiet moments outside the Senate chamber—the trust you had built together. Emperor Geta was not simply speaking for you now. He was speaking for the future, for the change that was already underway. The Senators were silent, unsure how to respond. They had not expected this from him. They had expected more hesitation, more diplomatic avoidance. Instead, Geta was holding his ground.

But still, the resistance remained.

"Your Highness," Senator Lucius finally spoke up again, his voice tinged with disdain, "you are a young Emperor, and perhaps you do not fully understand the weight of what you propose. The Empire is built on order, on structure. Allowing the common people to sit at the table with us would undermine everything we have worked to preserve."

Emperor Geta’s gaze hardened, but his voice remained calm. "The people are the Empire, Senator Lucius. Without them, your order is meaningless. And I am not just a young Emperor—I am YOUR Emperor. And I decide what needs to be done or changed in order to save MY Empire."

And with that, the room fell into a heavy silence. You could feel the shift—the moment when everything seemed to hang in the balance. Would the Senate bend, or would they fight back with all the strength they had ? Would Geta’s resolve be enough to win the day ? You didn’t speak. You didn’t need to. You simply watched. The stage had been set, and now it was up to those who would play their parts. Would they resist, or would they recognize the change that was coming ?

In the end, it was no longer about politics—it was about trust. And that was the foundation you had been trying to build since your sudden rise is status. Then…Emperor Geta surprised everyone—including you. "That is why I have decided to add one senator to this assembly…"

Geta looked straight at you.

The room fell into an almost oppressive silence as Emperor Geta’s words hung in the air, their weight settling heavily on the gathered Senators. All eyes turned toward him, but it was you who felt the shift most keenly. You hadn’t expected this—no one had.

Geta’s gaze held steady on you, unwavering, as he continued, "A representative not of the old ways, but of the new."

You felt the eyes of the Senate bore into you. Some were skeptical, others intrigued, but all were watching.

What was this ? What was Emperor Geta doing ?

He turned slightly, the subtle shift of his posture signaling a quiet command to the room. "I believe it is time for a new voice. One that has the strength to advocate for those who have long been ignored. For those who will never sit in these seats unless we make space for them."

It took a moment for the words to register fully. He was choosing you. You, the one who had stood quietly, observed, and planned without ever stepping forward to take the limelight all along the meeting. The one who had worked from the shadows, never seeking glory, but driven by something deeper.

"I am nominating Y/N," Emperor Geta said, the words slipping out without hesitation. "To represent the people. To ensure that the voices of those who have long been silenced will finally be heard. Step forward, Senator."

A gasp rippled through the room. The Senators, once sure of their positions, suddenly felt the ground shift beneath them. Their eyes flickered between you and Geta, as though the Emperor had struck them with an unexpected blow. To see you standing there, not as a mere observer, but as the very embodiment of the change they had fought to avoid—it was almost too much to comprehend. You stood, your heart pounding in your chest, but you did not move. You did not speak. The weight of this unexpected responsibility pressed down on you, but there was no room for hesitation. This was a moment you could not—would not—waste.

"Your Highness," Senator Lucius sneered, "You would put a woman, a commoner, among us ? What will that accomplish except chaos and disorder ?"

You could feel the temperature in the room drop as others murmured in agreement. The resistance was already rising, and they would not take this challenge lying down.

But Geta was unmoved. "It is precisely because we have been living in order without purpose, in governance without the people’s trust, that we must act. I trust Senator Y/N. I believe in her vision for this Empire."

His eyes, steady and unwavering, found yours again, and this time, there was no hesitation in your heart. There was only the resolve that had been building within you, a quiet certainty that now, finally, you could make a difference.

You took a step forward, your voice strong and clear as you addressed the assembly, "If I am to sit at this table, I will do so not as a token, but as a representative. If I am to serve, I will serve the people, not the status quo. If the Senate is to truly represent the Empire, then it must open its doors to all classes of society—not just the few who have always sat comfortably in these seats."

You glanced at Geta, and in that moment, everything seemed to align. The path ahead would not be easy, but you were not alone. He was with you. And together, you would face the resistance, the critics, and those who would seek to stop this change before it even began.

The room grew quiet again, as if holding its breath, waiting for the next move. Would they fight back ? Or would they accept this challenge, this new future ? The answer, you realized, was no longer in the hands of the Senators.

It was in yours.

As your first decision as a Senator, you decided to organise meetings between the different parts of society to vote a representative for each faction of society. The amphitheater carved into the side of the hill buzzed with anticipation. Beneath arched colonnades, representatives of every walk of life had gathered—merchants with ink-stained hands, farmers with dirt under their nails, artisans in smudged robes, physicians, fishermen, midwives. Weeks of deliberations, of gathering names and votes, had led to this moment.

Each class had chosen a representative—a voice to speak on their behalf in the new advisory council tied to the Senate. Geta had approved each appointment with a composed nod, pride glinting beneath his measured expression. The Empire had not seen such a thing in centuries.

But the final delegation arrived with a tremor.

The soldiers, garrisoned across the provinces and even here in the capital, had submitted their choice.

General Marcus Acacius.

A murmur of unrest spread like wildfire the moment the name was read aloud. Emperor Geta visibly stiffened where he stood beside you, a subtle tick in his jaw betraying his surprise—no, not surprise. Disbelief. He looked at you and you could see the rage in his eyes. Acacius had once been among Rome’s finest. A man of iron will, beloved by the legions, a tactician and field general who had carved peace from chaos. But during the turmoil following the deaths of Geta’s predecessors, Acacius had chosen a side—and not Geta’s. He’d rallied troops in the East, threatened to seize power, and was eventually captured before a full civil war could erupt.

The Senate had labeled him a traitor. He had been imprisoned in silence, without public trial. Now, his name was back. Chanted by soldiers who had not forgotten him.

You stepped closer to Geta as he scanned the parchment again, as if the name might change if he looked long enough.

"…They’ve chosen him," he muttered, his hold on the paper wrinkling it as he forced himself not to rip it to shreds…Those military traitors. Remembering his name of all names…He looked at you, the ghost of tension behind his eyes. "They’re forcing my hand."

You shrugged. "They’re asking to be heard. And they know Acacius is one who always cared about his men."

Emperor Geta sighed in defeat. "The soldiers have spoken." His words rolled out carefully, like boulders down a slope. "They have chosen Marcus Acacius as their representative."

Geta turned to you, his voice softer now, meant for your ears alone. "You know what the Senate will say. That I have allowed a traitor to sit in council. That I have surrendered to the army. That I have lost control."

You tilted your head. "Or they’ll say you’re the emperor who listened to those he commands. Who had the strength to sit at a table with those who once stood against him…so that they might never need to again."

He looked at you for a long time. And slowly—very slowly—he nodded.

The order was sent.

Marcus Acacius, the traitor-general, was to become the representative of the soldiers of Rome. The name still echoed through the vaulted chamber.

Marcus Acacius.

A hush had fallen like fog across the gathering. No one spoke. No one dared.

Geta stared at the scroll in his hand as though it might catch fire. His expression didn’t change—no fury, no surprise. But you knew him well enough by now to see the flicker in his eyes. A wound reopened.

Acacius had not merely chosen the wrong side during the succession crisis—he had led the movement to dethrone both twins. Had his plan succeeded, Geta and his brother would have been cast aside, exiled, or worse. Acacius had rallied senators, governors, military cohorts—all under the promise of a ‘new Rome.’ It had failed, barely. And Empeor Geta had not forgotten.

He folded the scroll bearing his official seal with deliberate care and handed it off. Then turned his eyes to you.

"They’ve chosen a man who tried to destroy everything—to destroy me."

You were silent for a breath. "They’ve chosen a man they believe still speaks for them."

He hesitated. "Marcus Acacius will not be freed. His crimes remain. He will not sit among senators. But—" That word held the room still. "But he will be permitted to attend the meetings of this new council. In chains, under guard, behind no veil of power. He will be present. He will be heard."

Gasps rippled. A senator stood, outraged. "Your Majesty, this is a disgrace ! You would bring a traitor into this sacred—!"

"—Into a space meant for the voices of all," Emperor Geta interrupted, cold and precise. "That includes the voices we do not necessarily want to hear."

He looked at you then. And you knew—this wasn’t surrender. This was strategy. Control.

"I have spoken. And Marcus Acacius will therefore by the voice of the sword."

The vote stood. The representatives were confirmed.

The torchlight flickered across the damp stone walls as the guard descended into the depths of the prison. Chains clinked with every step. The door to Marcus Acacius’s cell groaned as it opened.

He looked up from where he sat on the low bench. His armor was long gone, his hair longer now, touched with grey. But his posture—straight-backed, still—held the discipline of a soldier. He didn’t rise. Only studied the guard with the wary calm of someone used to waiting.

"You’re wanted," the guard informed him. "In the upper chambers. You are to attend the council meetings."

Marcus blinked. The stillness of his face cracked just slightly, a furrow forming between his brows.

"…Attend council meetings ?" he repeated—surprised by the sudden offer.

The guard grunted and shrugged. "Not my idea."

Marcus slowly stood, not in defiance but in disbelief. "And who…decided this ?"

There was a pause. Then the guard spoke, almost reluctant: "The Emperor. And…his new senator."

A quiet, thoughtful frown appeared on his face. As if trying to see a pattern he hadn’t considered before. He nodded once, slowly.

"I see," he finally said and looked up. "Then Rome may not be completely lost after all."

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That night

The chamber was dim, lit only by the pale light of the moon slipping through the high arches. The scent of parchment and ink still lingered in the air from the hours Emperor Geta had spent poring over reports, sealed letters, and Senate disputes. The weight of the day clung to him like smoke—every decision, every defiance, every ripple from the stone he’d cast into still imperial waters.

He sat alone now, shoulders hunched, tunic loosened at the throat, a half-empty goblet of wine forgotten on the table beside him. His crown rested nearby—too heavy for a man who hadn’t yet turned thirty.

The door creaked softly open.

She entered with a quiet grace, her steps muffled by the thick rugs underfoot. The guards had been dismissed before she arrived. No name had been asked for. She wasn’t there to be known. Just to serve.

Geta didn’t look up at first.

"Were you sent ?" he asked.

"No," she replied. "I was invited."

He let out a breath that might’ve been a laugh—or a sigh. "That makes two of us."

She didn’t speak again. Only came to kneel beside his chair, not touching him yet. Her presence was gentle, patient, nothing like the hungry hands of courtiers or the sharp stares of senators.

After a long silence, he spoke. "Do you know what happens when you give power to the people ?"

She tilted her head. "They remember they’ve always had it ?"

He looked at her finally. The moonlight caught his eyes—tired, but no longer clouded. "You are wiser than most men I have met this week."

She smiled faintly. "I am honoured, Your Majesty."

He didn’t pull her into his lap. Didn’t press his face into her neck. He only let his head drop slightly, shoulders relaxing just enough for her to gently lean against his side, hand resting on his arm.

And in the stillness, he breathed again.

It wasn’t lust he had summoned tonight. It was peace. Or some soft echo of it, from someone who expected nothing from him.

And for the first time in days, Geta allowed himself to close his eyes.

She was warm, skilled, careful in every movement—but it wasn’t her lips that lingered in his thoughts. It was a pair of lips chapped by time and a sharp tongue that could rival the wittiest of strategists.

It was yours.

At first, he tried to push the thought aside. A mistake of memory, he told himself. A side effect of exhaustion, of blurred emotions and a hundred decisions piling atop each other like stones in his chest. But the more she touched him, the clearer you became. Not in lust, but in presence. Your voice. Your frown when you were deep in thought. The determined calm in your eyes when you stood before the Senate like a storm barely held in check.

And then—your smile.

That fleeting curve of your mouth, never quite for show. The kind you gave only when you truly meant it. Not out of politeness. Not out of duty. No. The one he liked to think he was the sole witness…He sighed.

That smile had ruined him.

Because now, even as the woman before him pressed a kiss to his collarbone, his heart stuttered—for the wrong reason. Her hands seemed so cold, her touch unwanted, her voice the annoying buzz of a fly in the background. His eyes opened. He wasn’t here.

He was there. In the council chamber. In the corridors. At your side.

"Stop," he murmured suddenly.

The woman paused, surprised. "Is something wrong, Emperor Geta ?"

He sat up slowly, pulling his tunic back over his chest, not meeting her gaze. "No. You’ve done nothing wrong."

She tilted her head, sensing something deeper. But she said nothing. Only rose quietly and gave him a small, respectful nod. "If you need anything else—"

"No. You will be paid," he dismissed her before adding. "Thank you."

She seemed taken aback, but left nonetheless and the door shut gently behind her. Alone once more, Geta leaned forward, elbows on his knees, face in his hands. He wasn’t foolish. He knew what this meant. He hadn’t just summoned someone for comfort tonight. He’d summoned someone to erase something else—someone else.

And failed.

Because it was you he longed for. To build with. To trust. To carry this impossible world alongside.

He sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

She must know the impact she had on him. Was it a plan of hers ? To get close to the Emperor and gain his affections ? To make him a pawn in her rise to the stratosphere ? He closed his eyes and chuckled to himself. The worse part was ? He wouldn’t mind. Because he liked the way she played…She was a player unlike any he had ever encountered. She was a player that gave as much as she received.

She thought she was smart—and she truly was.

However, she underestimated his ability to learn from past mistakes. He had been betrayed three times by the people closest to him. He would not be made a fool ever again. He knew her every move, her every step…He knew about her secret visits to Macrinus. He knew exactly what they were talking about. He knew she was learning. But, she was also unpredictable and authentic—a flower in a garden of thorns. Her every word, action and thought were for the benefit of Rome and himself. But he could never truly anticipate what she would do next—it was thrilling. Such dedication…Such pride.

He smirked.

Finally. A friend worthy of an emperor’s love.

[heechwe]

𝑫𝑶𝑬𝑺 𝑰𝑻 𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑳 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑴𝑬 ꨄ a lee heeseung smau series

ᝰ GENRE: social media au, comedy, fluff, slight angst, suggestive/smut in some areas

ᝰ TAGS: friends to lovers, (semi)unrequited love, crushes turn heeseung into mush apparently, miscommunication, plots and schemes in the name of love.

ᝰ INCLUDING: JAKE and JAY of enhypen : CHOI BEOMGYU, CHOI YEONJUN, and CHOI SOOBIN of txt : ERIC SOHN of the boyz : AHN YUJIN and JANG WONYOUNG of ive : CHOU TZUYU of twice.

ᝰ SYNOPSIS: For years, you and your friends have been inseparable, especially you and Heeseung. While you share a close relationship, it catches him off guard when he begins to have suggestive dreams about you. Before he can even begin to question his feelings, he learns that you're getting ready for a date with someone outside your friend group. Will he muster the courage to confess his feelings, or will he let this chance slip away forever?

ᝰ STATUS: ongoing (started on dec 23, 2024)

ᝰ WARNINGS: some parts will be written with the smau and others will not, also going to include smut at some point so do not interract if you are under 18 pls and thank you!

ᝰ TAGLIST: join here! (will be updated by chapter release!)

ꔛ AUTHOR'S NOTE: super inspired by the formatting of @aenify and @jjunieworld and also could not have posted this without the support from all of my mooties mostly @heesuncore @hursheys and @lovetaroandtaemin ily guys sm

ᝰ PROFILES

the couple | the crew

ᝰ CHAPTERS

01. the feeling : 02. ain't my fault : 03. heat waves : 04. lil freak 05. wicked game : 06. nice to meet ya : 07. meet me at the apt : 08. that should be me : 09. it's ok i'm ok : 10. secret secret : 11. traitor 12. kiss cam : 13. out of my league : 14. where are you now? : 15. san francisco : 16. ruin my life : 17: loml : 18. tv shows : 19. beautiful things : 20. your eyes only

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 ౨ৎ˚₊ — @kstrucknet @k-films @kvanity-main @moadiarynet @sweetvenomnet @lapydiaries @onedoornet @sayxonet @violetanet @svthub @whipped-kpop-creators

[asteria7fics]

It's April and I've posted 2 extras, with that WIP one-shot in the hands of my betas.

I've been cooking!!

I may regret saying this, but I think my New Years Resolution will be to finish and post 10 one-shots, including EWILY Extras.

Really, that’s less than one per month. I think that’s manageable… yeah?

[lynn-tged-posting]

tged webtoon ep 165 spoilers and thoughts below the cut that im not terribly late on this time yippee!

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what if i went up to you and stared at you like this

HAHAHAHAHAAA I LOVE THIS PANEL SO SO MUCH

ive been sending this on like all my socmeds and to all my mutuals/irls. im tormenting them with it it's just so fucking cute and silly . puppy dog eyes javier. pleading emoji. he's just so fucking silly ALKJDFLSDKF HELL I MADE IT MY DISCORD PFP ITS SO GOOFY I LOVE IT SM HAHAHA CUTE CUTE CUTE

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

silly panels aside back to the top!

lloyd. stop hurting me oh god he looks so tired and gaunt and,,, lifeless. it HURTS seeing him like this, the life he once had just,,, stripped from him.

LIKE I WANTED TO SEE HIM WITH HIS HAIR DOWN AND MESSY BUT NOT LIKE THIS BRUH WHAT THE HELL SOB SOB SOB

the invitation oh my god. its so silly goofy but also so so personal its cute as hell its stupid looking but in the most affectionate way possible. the people of the estate really REALLY care about him and god idek if lloyd realizes that bc literally just after this, he apologizes to everyone for not being able to things for them anymore

not even able to get back up to get back to the bed GOD I FEEL SICK

but it doesnt matter anymore whether or not lloyd can still protect them, the estate has come to care for him so much , its not his protection they want they just fucking love him and he doesnt realize that i feel so fucking ill. lloyd i need you to open your eyes and look at this beautiful land, this beautiful home you've built with your own two hands. ITS NOT OVER YET PLEASE GOD ITS NOT OVER

and then lloyd without second thought chooses javier to live. because he really thinks hes just an extra getting in the way, a burden, a bug that shouldnt be there. so he thinks its fine if he, as a side character, is the one that dies SOMEONE PUNCH ME.

he looks so fucking SMALL. alone and in the dark IM GONNA EXPLODE INTO TEN BILLION PIECES. who wrote this fuckass program. SWEAR TO GOD IM COMIN DOWN TO FIX IT MYSELF GOD DAMMIT

AND THEN THE SYSTEM TEXTBOX COMING IN IM SO GRATEFUL PLEASE HELP HIM SOB SOB SOB

im super duper heartwarmed to see that whoever is running the blue textbox is on suho's side. it has never been impartial, huh,,, it just wants to see his wish come true. ooogh my heart.

lloyd looks,,, strangely peaceful here. is he like, paused rn? im not really sure what the system box is up to, but hopefully thisll delay anything from happening while javier is concocting his plan,,,

speaking of!

FATE KICKING IN LIKE TEN TIMES WORSE IS SO DAMN SCARY. THE MULTIPLE GIGATITANS OH GODDD im so fucking terrified. javier please hurry!!! he looks rlly cool on draggy here hehe

I THINK JAVIER AND ALICIAS EXCHANGE TOO IS SO FUCKING HILARIOUS. alicia, upon only seeing javier, immediately is suspicious of lloyd scheming something. she thinks the two of them are plotting again, hence the "what are you up to".

the problem is that it's just javier on this plan. there is no lloyd directing him, so javiers reaction is SO silly fun bc i. dont think he thinks of himself as being. scheming?? bc he seems SO confused at alicia's skepticism here HADLFKJSDLFKJ ITS SO FUNNY

I REALLY THINK JAVIER WAS GENUINELY A LITTLE CONFUSED AS TO WHY ALICIA WAS QUESTIONING HIM PLEAAASEEE

i think javier believes he's just going about business as usual. doing what he can to protect his lord, as he does, all the time, the usual. sure that involves getting an angel to ask the queen for the eye of summer, but that's certainly not plotting on the same scale that lloyd does. javier isnt a schemer. he just does whats necessary to protect the one he cares about the most. hence his goofy innocent puppy eyes, because its not like hes "up" to anything. idk how accurate this assessment is, so pls correct me if im wrong, but I LOVE IT A LOT HES JUST SO FUCKING DEDICATED I LOVE U JAVIER MVP!!!!!

and then raphie shows up yay!! EXCEPT HELP WHY DID HE GET SUCKED BACK IMMEDIATELY WHAT THE HELL he was so underprepared. poor guy. getting thrown around like this sob sob

ALICIA ASKING IF THIS IS SMTH JAVIER KNEW ABT OR IF THEY WERE PLANNING SOMETHING AND THEN JAVIER BEING GENUINELY FUCKING SHOCKED HELP MEEEE "maybe its not a prank...?" LMFAOOOOO

i mentioned this in the last ep post but like. again javier wears his heart on his sleeve he's so fucking protagonist its unreal. hell, not even on his sleeve, he has his heart out on his damn palm sob sob

i think he's shocked here bc he didnt expect raphaels call to play out like that, he prolly thought theyd issue it more seriously. the issue with this being so half-hearted is now alicia isnt absolutely certain that this is the will of the heavens, so she's less inclined to follow along. it doesnt help that her board of nobles (seriously why does she keep these bozos around they just keep yapping) are arguing back and forth abt whether or not to listen. this is kind of a little wrench in the smoothness of the plan... everything now hinges on alicia's whim now.

anyway two more panels javier being menacing/blunt as hell and alicia thinking on her throne,,, god they are so fucking. awesome i love them so much

anyway that is ALL! for this week! the episode felt a little bit slow to be honest, but i think that's because the events of this ep are little things that build up to whats next, so i dont mind it at all (especially since the last couple of eps have been super fast lately)! i really really enjoy this buildup and im super excited to see what happens next,,,

see yall next week! lloyd please be okay! or ill cry! like for real!

[marisol-000]

VILLAIN ARC JEKYLL VILLAIN ARC JEKYLL VILLAIN ARC JEKYLL VILLAIN ARC JEKYLL VILLAIN AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Ive been PRAYING for this moment ive been WAITING for this man to snap!!!!!!!!

I think he deserves it, why does Hyde get a monopoly on evil plots and schemes'???? Especially when its 'for the greater good'👀

[hazybisou]

STALKING IS ILLEGAL KID! | LUKE HUGHES

pairing: f!reader x luke hughes

overview: week 1: luke tries to get y/n to agree to go on a date with him (as if she doesn’t know who he is and the reputation he and the team holds throughout umich) despite her suspicions against the whole scenario.

o. i. ii. iii. iv. v. vi. au masterlist

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she felt weird.

everywhere she went, there was always someone (or more) watching. y/n didn’t know why, she just simply chose to ignore it.

so as she made her way out of the library , she couldn’t help but notice a group of guys looking at her from a table in the corner. they turned their heads away as soon as she looked at them. she’s seen their faces around campus. she knew who they were. so why did she ignore them? simple. y/n knew better than to get involved with umich hockey team.

jess had told her about the people she should and shouldn’t be near. one of them including the whole team. it wasn’t anything bad but it was more of a “unless-you-want-to-deal-with-those-idiots-and-their-ways-i-suggest-you-stay-away” type of talk.

y/n couldn’t help but feel annoyed and roll her eyes. this has been going on for the past few days. one of them was always staring her down as she walked by. she was sick of it.

she stood there for a minute thinking of her next decision and if it would be wise and careful. “i’m sick of this shit so fuck it.” she whispered to herself.

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the four boys didn’t notice she had caught them. they were too engrossed in their own conversation (revolving around her obviously) to even look up. they had been coming up for a way for luke to ask her out or somewhat get to know her.

for the past 5 days, ever since the party, that’s all they’ve been doing. planning. scheming. plotting. whatever you wanna call it, it’s all they’ve doing.

“what if you like accidentally bump into her.” dylan suggested with a shrug. “it’s cliche but it could work.”

luke just shook his head. “no way is that happening.” he sighed. “this is pointless. we’ve ran out of ideas. i mean it’s already bad enough i agreed to doing this shit but-”

he got interrupted.

“can i help you?”

they four looked up to find the girl staring down at them.

“i’m sorry?” mark questioned.

“well considering the fact that you’ve been staring at me for a while now, you tell me.” she remarked.

luke cringed and closed his eyes as he realized they had all been caught. they didn’t mean to stare, really they hadn’t, but they did. maybe it was curiosity that got the best of them.

“oh we weren’t-”

she just laughed. “you weren’t what? looking? you know i’m starting to think you all have a problem with me or something.”

everyone somehow turned to look at luke for a second. he just gave them a look in return as to say ‘what?’.

“jess was right. you guys are weird.”

that had confirmed their assumptions. she was jess’s new roommate.

mackie asked, “you know jess?”

she nodded. “she’s my roommate. who has told me what i need to know.”

luke perked up at that statement. “what exactly has she told you?”

“wouldn’t you like to know?” dylan leaned over and said in a low voice so only luke could hear.

luke elbowed him in the rib. “shut the hell up.” he responsed in a whisper before turning back towards the girl.

“not much. just how you’re all self centered dickheads who think way too highly of themselves and need an ego check. you know, the small things.”

fucking jess.

mark turned to her. “do you believe her?”

“i’m starting too.” she said. she was about to turn around before pausing and looking back at them. “don’t let me catch you staring again. it’s creepy.” with that, she turned and walked off towards the entrance.

“bro, go talk to her.” mackie suggested as he gestured to the girl who was walking away.

luke quickly got up and began to jog over in order to catch up to her. he began to slow down as he was right behind her. “hey.”

she paused. “what do you want now?” she turned around and crossed her arms.

“i just wanted to um-i wanted to ask if-can i have your number?” luke got out.

y/n furrowed her eyebrows at the question. “yeah no. especially after what just happened back there.” she took a step. “and i don’t even know your name.”

you idiot. who asks for a girls number without giving them your name first?? she already thinks you’re weird.

is what luke thought to himself as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“it’s luke.”

“maybe next time, luke.”

and with that, she walked away.

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it was a thursday morning and y/n was out, shopping at a strip mall. she and jess had decided to look for new clothes for the spring that was to come in two months.

“hey jess, how about this?” y/n said as she held up a navy blue halter top that had a lace trim to her body.

she turned around to hoping to find jess.

she didn’t.

rather she were met with luke’s tall, lanky, figure.

“i think it looks great.” he responded, a hand in his pocket while the other was pointing to the top. “although i’m sure i’m not the person you were hoping to ask.”

“nooooo, really?” y/n said, sarcasm obviously laced in her voice.

luke smiled and nodded his head.

“where is jess?” she asked as she started to look around, hoping to get out of this situation.

“i don’t know. she saw me and waved and wondered off.” he shrugged.

“thanks, that was very helpful.”

“i know right. i’m such great help.”

“asshole.” she whispered to herself.

“what was that? i couldn’t quite hear you.” luke questioned as he leaned down to her height and put a hand behind his ear, signifying he was listening. she didn’t know why but she somehow found that attractive.

“nothing.” she quickly replied. luke had a smug look on his face. “move, i’m going to find jess.” she muttered as she pushed past luke and began to walk to a different aisle she thought (hoped) jess would be in.

luke stood there, dumbfounded, before he turned around and began to walk with her. “you know we should hang out. grab dinner, talk, get to know each other..” he trailed off and y/n just scoffed and turned around.

“why are you talking to me?” the girl suddenly inquired.

luke was taken aback.

“what?”

“why are you talking me?” she repeated. “i mean i don’t even know you, apart from the fact that your name is luke and you play for the school’s hockey team, but other than that, i don’t, i’m literally talking to a stranger right now.”

luke half smiled. “since when is talking to a pretty girl like yourself, illegal?”

she shouldn’t have blushed at that comment but she did any way. luke seemed to have noticed as he let out a small chuckle.

“that still didn’t answer my question.” she quipped back.

“well, i want to get to know you. i saw you one day and couldn’t help but think, ‘god, she’s beautiful’ so why not talk to you?”

y/n rolled her eyes. “you’re a weird dude, you know that?” he smiled sheepishly.

“i’m gonna go find jess.” she said. “hopefully the next time i see you, it’s when we’re out of college.” she told him as she walked away, a small sway in her hips.

luke stood there, a smile on his face before he turned around to exit the store.

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the next day, y/n was at work at a local diner across the street from campus. she had an afternoon shift from 5:30 pm to 10:00 pm. pop had asked her if she could close the diner which she had agreed to. so here she stood, bent over slightly, as she wiped down the booth table at the end of the aisle of booths.

the lyrics to an old song from the 70’s came form the jukebox on the opposite end of the diner and had reached their way to her ears. she had began to sing the lyrics quietly to herself.

there was only a couple, a regular who was a sweet old man named tom, and her co-worker, pop (also known as the owner of the diner) left. he was 52 years old and was still running the place. in y/n’s eyes, he’s a second father to her. he always took care of her and had great advice.

she suddenly heard the bell above the door ring, signaling someone had walked in. although closing time wasn’t until 10:00, she had decided to start getting the place ready for close up time by wiping the countertops and tables.

“sorry, we’re closed.” she announced to whoever had walked in, not even bothering to look up y the table.

“doesn’t seem like it to me.” an, oh, so familiar voice said.

y/n paused her movements as she looked up from where she was busy cleaning, to find the infamous luke hughes, standing at the entrance.

y/n put the rag over her shoulder and walked towards the counter, getting behind it to take luke’s order. “stalking is illegal ya know?” she stated. “no matter where i am, you’re always right behind me.”

luke just rolled his eyes and scoffed as he took a seat on the barstool closest to her. “i’m not stalking you.”

“then how’d you figure out where i work?” she responded as she closed the cashier.

“don’t worry about it.” he waved off.

y/n squinted at him. “you asked jess, didn’t you?”

“no.”

she gave him a raised eyebrow.

“maybe.”

y/n groaned and just grabbed her notepad she used to take orders. “well you’re here now, might as well take your order. what can i get for you?” she asked as she put on a fake smile.

“i’ll take two vanilla milkshakes, please.” luke said and she wrote his order down.

y/n looked up from notepad. “is that all?” she asked the boy. he nodded his head and y/n ripped the paper out. “i’ll be back with your shakes.”

she walked over towards the small window that looked into the kitchen. “order in pop!” she exclaimed as she slid the paper over to the man who took it and began to look at it.

“two vanilla milkshakes? for that lonely fella?” pop questioned as he looked over to luke who was looking around. “is he your boyfriend or somethin’?”

“i barely know the kid. we’ve only talked twice.” y/n said as she held up two fingers.

pop just shook his head and smiled. “he seems like a good kid.”

“i guess. you know he asked me out the other day?” pop raised his eyebrows in amusement. she laughed. “i don’t know. he just did.”

“and you said no?”

“well yeah. what am i supposed to say? you can’t know someone for two days and ask them out. that’s weird.” y/n stated. “and not very proper.”

“he probably likes you.” pop suggested.

“la la la la la la! no! don’t go there!” she told him as she pointed a finger at him. “no.”

he just laughed before he backed up slightly. “i’ll be back with your order.” he said. “for now..go talk to him.” y/n just shook her head.

she walked back to the counter and got to work. tom had paid already, but he had decided to stay for a little longer. she looked over and noticed he had begun to grab the newspaper and his bag. he got up and walked towards the counter. “i’ll see you tomorrow tom?”

“sadly, no. charlotte’s coming down from wisconsin for her birthday.” he replied back with a smile on his face at the mention of his granddaughter.

“oh tell her i said happy birthday.”

“i will. goodbye, y/n.” he waved towards the girl.

“bye tom!” y/n waved back as he left the building, the bell ringing.

she went back to the cashier as the couple came up to pay for their food. she handed them their cash before waving goodbye as they also exited, the bell ringing once again.

“so i was thinking,” luke started.

“i forgot you were still here.”

luke just shushed her. “as i was saying, i was thinking of heading to the beach tomorrow.” luke continued. “and i was wondering if you wanted to come with me? that way we can get to know each other.”

“luke seriously, what is it with you and trying to get me to go somewhere with you?” y/n stated.

“what? you don’t trust me?” luke asked.

“it’s not that i don’t trust you, which i don’t, it’s just that we’ve only known each other for two days and you already want to take me out when i don’t even know you.”

“well then this is your chance to get to know me better.” luke explained.

“you won’t give up till i say yes, will you?”

“mhm.”

“no.” she bluntly answered.

“oh, come on y/n! let me get to know you. learn more about you. you seem like a nice person. it’s obvious from the way you are with strangers and customers.” he whined.

“it’s called having manners.”

“please? just one time.”

“if i say yes to going, will you leave me alone?”

luke perked up at the question. “yes! i promise! you just say yes and i’ll leave you alone afterwards if you want me to.”

“promise?”

“promise. i’ll even lock pinkys with you.” he replied.

“okay.” y/n said.

“okay? as in you’ll go with me tomorrow?” he repeated.

she nodded. “okay, as in i’ll go with you tomorrow as long as you leave me alone later.”

a big smile appeared on luke’s face. “thank you! you’re the best.” he exclaimed before he got up and took his wallet out. he pulled out a twenty before placing it on the counter.

she grabbed it and held it up. “what the hell?”

“for the milkshakes.” he explained.

“oh.”

“okay i’ll uh, i’ll see you tomorrow.” he rushed out before he turned around and began to walk towards the door before he suddenly paused and turned around. “i need your number.”

“oh.” y/n muttered. “um, give me your phone.” she said as she stuck out her hand. he fished his phone out of his pocket before unlocking it and handing it to her. she opened his contacts and added a new contact before typing her number in. “here. text me which one, and at what time.”

“ok i will. bye!” he rushed out. “oh and by the way, you look cute in your uniform.” he told her before turning around and leaving the diner, a slight breeze making its way in.

y/n felt her face get hot and she couldn’t help but smile before it quickly disappeared, reminding herself to not get excited over a boy.

“order is served.” pop said as he placed two milkshakes on the windowsill.

“sorry pop, he just left. but at least he payed his debts.” y/n stated as she held up the twenty dollar bill before placing it back on the countertop.

pop just smiled. “free milkshake?” he said as he held on up towards her.

a smile crept up onto her face. “duh. let me just lock the door.”

so like this is probably the most i’ve ever written in general which is fun. this took me like 8 days to write and it honestly sucks BOOTY!! but like it’s 1 in the morning right now and i’m low on energy so it makes sense? i think. also next chapter is js gonna be the beach “date”?? and some other stuff so be prepared for that. now i will be going to sleep bc i have to deal with children tmrw morning starting at 8:30. (why did i agree to helping out with summer school?? i don’t even know y) goodnight lovelies 🫶🫶

[jayjamjary]

Wow okay I'm gonna go rob some people for money, I'll be right back 👍on another note I'll need 4 boob sized skin grafts from other parts of your body and if you want nipples when you don't have your tits im either going to need two nipppe sized grafts as well or you're gonna have to take someone else's nipples for spares.

I don't really fuck but I can bring dangerous and experimental surgery options to the polycule <3

oh hell yeah!!!! we always always always need more people bringing in dangerous and experimental surgeries to the polycule