#keep his word and then when he died in the war genuinely the first time i read that i was devastated anyway i love theoradus

[onedragonaday]

1/16/24 Theoradus from Dragon slippers

[aphroditelovesu]

Yan!Alexander the Great w/ Soldier's Pregnant Widow!Reader

❝ 📜 — lady l: this is a commission that I was very happy to do! I'm sorry for the delay, I confess that I had forgotten this in my drafts and only remembered it after reading your messagem, anon! I hope you enjoy it and, as requested, it is more based on Alexander's feelings for the Reader. Forgive me for any mistakes! ❤️

❝tw: mention of death, mourning. pregnancy and fluff.

❝📜pairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader.

You were the wife of one of Alexander's cavalry soldiers who, unlike many other soldiers' wives, decided to accompany him to war. You loved your husband deeply and did not want to be separated from him.

Your husband also loved you deeply. He wasn't a general or a high-ranking officer, but your husband tried to make you as comfortable as possible in this violent environment. He was loyal to you, something rare but one you appreciated. You loved him with everything in you.

Until the day you lost him. During the Battle of Granicus, your husband died in battle and your world collapsed. You had lost the man you loved and it felt like an endless road. Alexander, being the beloved King that he was, buried the dead soldiers with the necessary honors and spoke to the wives present in the camp. And one of them was you.

Alexander was immediately enchanted by you. He was surprised at how you handled your grief, clearly you loved your husband very much and the pain of the loss you felt captivated him. He didn't take long to approach you subtly at first.

Alexander was kind and protective, offering his condolences and staying by your side. His words were kind and his discreet smiles were reserved just for you. More observant people didn't take long to notice the King's interest in you, but they never dared to say anything, not when they knew his temperament.

You found yourself lost in a sea of pain and sadness, unable to find comfort in anything around you. Alexander's comforting presence was like an anchor in the midst of the storm, offering support and compassion in such a dark time. He understood your pain as he had also lost soldiers close to him.

Alexander felt compelled to protect and care for you, not only out of gratitude for your husband's sacrifice, but also because he genuinely cared for you. His discreet smiles and kind gestures were an attempt to ease your pain, to be a ray of light amid the darkness you faced.

Although you fought your feelings, you found yourself enjoying the King's presence. But you soon discovered that you were pregnant by your late husband and you decided to focus on honoring your husband's memory and focusing on the baby growing inside you.

Alexander didn't like it at all when you tried to move away from him but he soon understood why. He wasn't angry or anything, but surprised and slightly bothered. You would have a child, something he wanted, but it wouldn't be with him. He couldn't blame you, though, it wasn't your fault.

As time passed, your belly grew and the pain of loss lessened, you found yourself more and more involved in the camp's activities, keeping yourself busy to keep away the thoughts that haunted you at night. And you found yourself increasingly close to Alexander, who made his feelings for you very clear.

He respected the fact that you weren't ready to get married due to the fact that you were pregnant, he could wait until the baby was born. But he wasn't far from you, spending his free time by your side while also taking care of you. You owned your own tent and personal effects, along with those of your late husband.

In time, your husband's child was born, and you held it in your arms with love and sadness. It was a part of him you would carry forever, a living reminder of the man you loved so much. Alexander was present and he acted as if your child were his. He didn't even like it when people mentioned it wasn't his.

You were his and your baby was his too. Alexander was skeptical about it at first but he warmed up to the idea. The mourning period is over and your child has been born, now it is time for you to become his wife and have children of his own.

[flicklikesstuff]

Hazbin Hotel Ep 8 Ramble and Theory

⚠️ SPOILERS!! ⚠️

Surprisingly, the show’s first season really got me hooked with its storyline and I can’t wait what’s in store for the upcoming season 2.

I’ve had my suspicions with Alastor since the pilot, and it just keeps growing with every episode. Even then, his real motivations are just hard to really see and it’s what makes his character intriguing. One moment, he’s lurking in the shadows like some sort of villain, and then the next, we see him maaaybe caring for his friends?? If he even considers them that. Idk 🤷

I’ve always thought that maybe he’s sticking around and playing nice to get Charlie’s guard down in the long run. Waiting for her to get desperate so he can strike a deal with her. So he could ask her for any favour in the future. And guess what? That’s what he exactly does in Ep 7.

And if I’m recalling correctly, Alastor helped Charlie with the war, but Charlie is yet to grant her own end of the deal. Alastor STILL is owed a favour from her.

(Where am I going with this theory and analysis? I’m getting there-)

At one point, maybe he did genuinely care for the hotel and the people in it. Regardless what his motives were. He even admits it’s a “surprising thrill” to watch them form connections. But the word choices he uses in this scene are just sooo…weird?

“Almost??” “Could get accustomed??”

It sounds like he admits feeling attached to the other characters but at the same time, doesn’t want to commit to it. Does he have far more nefarious intentions in mind for them and that’s why he’s so distant?

Alastor probably noticed this in the ending of Ep 8 too. His altruistic self almost got control of him. He almost risked his life to help his “friends.” And he didn’t like that one bit. Perhaps, he sees this trait as a weakness.

It really sounds like the verse“Great Alastor Altruist died” is equal to him stating that “there’s no more Mr. Nice Guy” from now on. He’s disconnecting and staying firm to whatever his highly vague motives are. And it’s highly likely that whatever’s holding him back from his full power is the deal he made itself. And he’s going to try anything to get out of it. Maybe that’s the reason why he approached Charlie in the first place.

And I’m going back to Charlie’s deal with him here. The only condition she has is that she won’t harm anyone for him. But knowing Alastor, he’s going to twist the words a bit there. Maybe he won’t harm them physically. But maybe in some other way. Indirectly. One that Charlie won’t see in the long run. Maybe he uses this one favour to help him break free of this deal or loosen it in some way.

And Charlie already has so much trust in him after the battle, she most likely won’t see it coming. It’s perfect.

(Not exactly sure how these soul contracts work buuut, she’s the princess right? Maybe she’s powerful enough to do smth about it? Maybe that’s why Alastor was so interested to gain her trust and potentially free himself?)

…….

But anyway! Onto the second part of my theory!

Alastor’s probably going to optimise his one chance of freedom through Charlie’s owed favour. But I have a feeling he’s not only going to use just Charlie.

Who else is at the hotel that the other main cast members trust? Who he could freely command under his control? To show up at his will? Answer his beck and call? Whose souls that Alastor owns?

I swear. It is NO ACCIDENT that these two were standing side by side. NEXT TO ALASTOR. In the ending. (Or maybe I’m overanalysing, but whatever. This is MY ramble)

When Alastor comes back from the “dead”, everyone was happy to see him. Especially Charlie. And surprisingly Vaggie? I guess she’s warming up to him. Idk if that’s good or not.

Everyone except Lucifer and Husk. Lucifer’s still bitter on the whole ‘dad’ thing. But I just really felt sooo bad for Husk here. 😂 My guy had maybe a few happy hours of what he thought was freedom. Then he sees this guy come back and he’s just: “Ahhhh… SHT-!”

Now I’m just saying, I don’t think Alastor can just casually go up to Charlie and just easily demand that favour. Especially now that Lucifer might be staying around(?) Also, Alastor sounds like someone who would strategically play the long run if it means benefits. Albeit, less truly altruistic than before since that approach almost costed him highly.

He’s maybe going to have to pull some strings to really make Charlie feel like she HAS to do him a favour. To better solidify his chances and so she’s less likely to be hesitant/reluctant/suspicious. After all, Alastor is only owed ONE FAVOUR. Maybe he’ll pull some strings to win over Lucifer’s own trust too so he won’t be stopping Charlie? (I’m not sure, these two are not in good terms.)

(Look me in the eyes and tell me this is the face of someone who’s definitely not going to use this hotel for his own personal gain. Things are going to start getting ugly with Alastor’s new approach. I’m also still like 80% sure these 3 characters are placed together for a reason. It CANNOT be a complete coincidence, right?)

Now I’m really curious how Husk and Niffty would react under this sudden new approach. The angst potential here is smelling strong. It’s obvious that they’re starting to get highly attached to the hotel and really consider the others as friends. Something Alastor didn’t allow himself to.

And it’s not like they have a voice in the matter either. No matter what Alastor tells them to do to secretly manipulate things around the place so he’ll appear like he’s “helping out more.”

Who knows really? What kind of errands he’ll force them to do? “Mr. Nice Guy” is really no longer an option here. That guy is dead. Adam killed him.

And all at the same time, Alastor wouldn’t be breaking Charlie’s condition. He’s not making her hurt anyone at all. Just helping a good old pal, who’s done so much for her, to maybe loosen the constraints his deal has. Or whatever else he wants, I don’t fcking know-

(But Srsly though. The angst??? Niffty and Alastor are fond with each other, but Niffty is also starting to like her new friends too. Will that create some sort of rift? Niffty actually being hesitant??

And don’t even get me STARTED on Huskerdust. Like wtf-? Husk has already stepped out of line before and it left him completely shaken. What else could he do? And a heartbroken Angel finding out he’s behind all this when Husk is the first person to truly reach out to him? Husk not being able to meet his gaze out of guilt?? THE FCK-???)

Yeaaaahhh, can’t wait what Season 2 has for us all….

Remember fellas, this is just a theory. A Hazbin theory! :))

[kingconia]

Hello dear, I hope you're okay and healthy. If it's okay, I really want to make a request. Can you please do me a s/o who is like dan heng from honkai star rail with Silver ?

Actually I'm obsessed with both of them and I really want to have a scenario about them. Thank you and have a nice day. 

A/N: I honestly pondered about this concept for a while, trying to understand how to put the plot of Dan Heng and Dan Feng with the new Diasomnia Lore we got so far; the one with Silver's father and Mallenoa.

And so, I decided to dive deeper in the concept with reincarnation, and, to put a little Lilia here, too. I hope, you don't mind.

And, sorry if you hadn't read new content of the seventh chapter?

SILVER AND GN!READER, WHO IS INSPIRED BY DAN HENG FROM THE HONKAI IMPACT

— You first saw each other on the Orientation Day. You were standing in the crowd of first-years, and the reason, why Silver originally turned his attention on you, was because his father, Lilia, had the strangest reaction at you;

— You merely started to move to the mirror, and Lilia stopped, all pale suddenly, as if he had seen the ghost;

— However, when Silver asked him about that, he brushed it off;

— Your first conversation started a little later. As a Diasomnia student, and Sebek's classmate, your meeting was inevitable;

— Silver started to respect you for the way you were—quiet, though easily irritated, strangely apathetic, though, the one who cared about their close ones deeply. Your manner to keep up soothed him;

— You too seemed interested in him almost instantly;

— In fact, it felt as if there was some strange and invisibly string that pulled you together. You kept meeting all the time, and when you spoke to each other, nothing and no one mattered anymore;

— Silver genuinely liked you. He liked you so much. Your attitude, your subtle care, your strange habits. You were perfect the way you were;

— Yet, whenever both of you were together at the sake place, interacting, Lilia got unexplainably sad;

— Silver even caught him once asking you if you remembered everything, or rather, anything. He sounded almost desperate. But you only blinked at him confusedly, and he gave up;

— Once again, questions were avoided;

— Eventually, both of you got together;

— You confessed to him first. And it was you, who tired to kiss him;

— It was a little awkward. Both nervous, and inexperienced, you bumped in each other's noses, and laughed quietly for a while, before doing it properly, squeezing hands;

— Everything changed after that;

— Both of you spent all your time together, side by side. A stereotypical highschool sweethearts you were;

— If Silver took naps in the middle of day, you allowed him to rest between your thighs, while reading a book. And you wanted to hide away from the world, you were hiding on his personal trainings with the sword;

— Simple, yet cute—that how your lives were for a while;

— At least, until Malleus overblotted;

— Silver was woke up from his perfect dream by you—somehow, Malleus's charms didn't work on you properly—and then, you both got in the Lilia's dream, trying to take him back, in the reality;

— But what you had seen there was absolutely shocking;

— Young general Lilia was there with you;

— Or, well, it wasn't you exactly. Slightly different—yet, your appearance and face was the same—clothed in a royal manner, with hair tied up in the high ponytail, you were introduced as the Prince Silver's fairy guardian;

— You seemed to be not a usual fairy, though. Instead of yielding wand, you had a sword, practicing with Lilia as both of you—the general, whose Queen and King died, leaving him behind, and a royal guardian, who was only left to protect a sleeping kid—didn't know how to cope with the end of the war;

— And when the dream ended, both of you were at the loss of words;

— The fight with Malleus seemed to be so distant as Silver was thinking of everything he had learned in one day;

— And when everything finally finished, Silver and you had a long talk to have with Lilia...

•

”The Person, who looked like me... They...” You stopped in the middle of sentence, not sure how to put everything you had heard in words.

It was wild. It was ridiculous.

”They died long ago,” Lilia answered for you, eyes gloom.

”Y/n is not their kid?” Silver asked, voice slightly unsure. As he received a nod, he said: ”But they look like the same person.”

You weren't sure how to feel about it.

Somehow, it made a perfect sense, and a completely none at the same time.

It sounded so logical, because both of you had always felt familiar around each other. And yet... You weren't them. Yes, you looked the same, but everything else, even your names, were different.

How could it be possible?

”I believe, Y/n is the reincarnation,” Lilia assumed, his hand coming to pat your shoulder in a poor attempt to support you. ”But, dear, you shouldn't worry about it too much—you are living the new life. What happened in your past, is not something that should bother you. Alright?”

Easier say than done.

Perhaps, you were lacking memories of the past that wasn't even yours, but you merely couldn't help but feel as if you stole someone's life. And with the way Lilia looked at you, longing—for someone, who you had never been here—this feeling got worse.

Was your life even your own?

And what if the person, who you had seen in the dream, would come back once, erasing your identity completely?

You glanced at Silver, who looked as lost as you.

You didn't know how to act now. And, it seemed, no one knew.

You were just on your own, weren't you?

[ambassadorarlert]

HEAT WAVES... (Armin x afab!reader)

0.1 BEHIND THE CURTAIN ( main menu | spotify ) 18+ MDNI NSFW ↳ summary: this is what happened when Armin lifted the curtain... ↳ warnings: explicit sexual content, alcohol consumption, swearing, semi-public sex ↳ genre: smut (NSFW 18+ MDNI), comedy ↳ word count: 7k (lmfao)

This was an extremely unwise idea. You all were supposed to be on a mission, going undercover and disguised as Marleyean civilians. The plan had already gone askew when Eren had wandered off. Just your guys' luck, he had wound up in a refugee camp, survivors of war in other countries Marley had "conquered". Everyone was scrambling around trying to find this fool, and here he was drinking and having the time of his life as if he didn't have a giant bullseye on his back.

Once Mikasa had tracked down Eren like a lovesick bloodhound, the idea was to drag his ass back to HQ. From there, Captain Levi and Commander Hange could chew him out for separating himself from the group again. However, a short and stout older gentleman approached with a charcuterie board and a humble smile. He spoke in a dialect no one understood or recognized, but it was clear that he was inviting you all to join him and his family for drinks and snacks. It was hard to say no to a sweet old man like that.

Fuck it. What's one drink going to do?

One drink turned into consuming an entire bottle of wine. After the first bottle, all of the refugees began to reveal their backstories, speaking the common language as best as they could. They told you their stories about how their homes were destroyed, how they were taken as war prisoners, how some of their families didn't make the journey to Marley or died in the camps due to lack of nutrition or infection. Their stories weren't too far different from the rest of yours, and it definitely pulled at some heartstrings.

On bottle two, you really began to feel the music. You had never seen some of these instruments before. They were funky looking. Some had many strings while others had buttons. You were quite intrigued with a curved gadget that was made of brass and had keys all over it. The man operating called it a saxophone, and offered to let you play a note which you eagerly accepted. Everyone watched as you purse your lips the way he told you to. He held down the keys for you as you gave the saxophone a little toot, which everyone got a kick out of.

Armin had just finished taking the last swig of his second bottle of wine. He wiped the corner of his mouth with the cuff of his suit and sat his now empty bottle on the plush blanket under him. He sat in between Mikasa and an older woman who would not stop pinching his cheek and saying, "Eres tan lindo! El es tan lindo!" 

He had a hard time keeping up with the conversations around him. His body felt like he had no bones, a warm tingling feeling radiating through his muscles and joints. His eyes couldn’t focus on anyone else but one person from across the tent, the others in the background were just that -- A background.

You were sitting in a circle with Sasha, Connie, and a few other people. Smiling, laughing, and nodding amongst yourselves. Armin bore witness to Sasha pulling you to your feet to dance. You both held up your skirts so as to not trip and make bigger fools of yourselves, and twirled around each other. Sasha clumsily knocked into you. Before you could fall, you caught yourself and Sasha by her elbows, making you both laugh harder. This behavior wasn't too far off from how you and Sasha interact with each other on a regular day. However, there was a different kind of sway to your hips and curve in your smile. You were genuinely enjoying yourself. Armin hadn't seen you be this relaxed and carefree in a few days. There was an unusual glow in your skin that Armin felt like only he could have noticed. 

So pretty, was his simple thought.

Armin broke his concentration on you to take a look around him. Jean was knocking elbows with a few ladies, as well was Connie. Eren was gathered with a group of older gentlemen and was suddenly taken off guard by a small boy playfully jumping on his back. Mikasa was peacefully swaying to the live music. Seeing his friends be intoxicated and unbothered by the grueling reality they all face every day, made Armin extremely happy. On a normal day, everyone tried to find happiness in the simplest places. Since they were in a new country with possible new beginnings, he took another bottle of wine and popped the cork in hopes of starting a new way of life, a way where they could be like this all of the time. Mikasa held her cup out, giving it a little shake. Armin poured a decent amount of wine into her canned good cup.

Underneath the music, the dancing, the food and drinks, and the laughter, you couldn't shake the underlying intuition that all of this was wrong. Everyone should be back at HQ by now, in bed, ready to face the next day. Captain Levi gave direct orders to find Eren and come back, and you all had clearly not followed those orders. What if he and Hange came looking for you all? What would they say? All of your tell-signs of a panic attack were starting to come on; stomach cramps, tunnel vision, increased heart rate.

You didn't want to ruin the good time, so you slipped into the background to find somewhere to recollect yourself.

Armin had only looked away for one second, and you were gone. Vanished into thin air. His drunken eyes scanned his environment for a glimpse of you. He caught you dipping underneath a curtain far away from everyone else, a concerning look on your face.

"I'll be right back." Armin said to Mikasa. “HUH!?” Mikasa cupped her ear. Armin had to repeat himself, as Mikasa was too inebriated to understand Armin's words the first or second time. He excused himself, standing up and teetering on his feet like a toddler just learning to walk. Armin took a few careful steps, cautious not to step on anyone's hands and fingers. Suddenly, a heavy hand clapped onto his shoulder, which almost brought him to the ground. Jean was grinning ear to ear.

"Haven't seen you all night, Armin! Where are you going?" Jean asked.

He wrapped his arm around Armin's neck, both of their cheeks touching. Jean and Armin were close, but not touchy-feely close. Jean liked his personal space.

"Well, I saw Y/N leave, and they looked upset, so I thought I'd ask if they were alright." Armin explained. Jean immediately showed concern.

"Leave? Which way did they go?" He pressed. Jean looked out of the small exit of the tent, peeking to see if maybe you had just stepped outside for fresh air. Armin shook his head.

"They went back there." Armin pointed at the curtain that hung towards the back. Jean gave a short laugh.

"Nice. Good for them!" He cheered. Armin scoffed.

"No, they were alone. I'm going to go see if everything is okay." Armin explained, again. Jeans demeanor changed. He gave Armin a sinister smile.

"Oh," Jean sang. "Good for you then!" Jean's grip on Armin's neck tightened as Armin tried to wiggle free. He knew what Jean was insinuating.

Jean was an avid believer that what Armin really needed was a woman. Or man. Or whoever he was into. They didn't really talk about their romantic preferences, but Jean's advice stated that the reason why Armin was so wound up with stress all the time was because Armin "doesn't get his dick wet enough,” in Jean’s exact words. This seemed like the route Jean was about to go down.

"Don't be disgusting." Is what Armin meant to say. Before he could complete his sentence, Jean held onto Armin tightly and put a bottle to his lips. The liquid raced to the neck of the bottle, and down Armin's throat.

"You're gonna need a bit more of this then!" Jean laughed.

Armin chugged about a quarter of a bottle before he managed to pull away with a heavy breath. His throat burned from the alcohol. With such rapid consumption, Armin's head began to swirl. Jean grabbed Armin by his shoulder and brought him closer. Incredibly close.

"Seriously though, you know where to put-." Jean mumbled under his breath, trying his best to look Armin in the eye, but he was sure Jean was starting to see double.

"Okay, Jean, thank you! Thanks so much! You're the best!" Armin played into Jean's bit, grinning and sarcastically praising him. Jean was so sloshed, it was easy for Armin to manhandle him away with a turn and a push.

Armin readjusted himself the best he could. He slapped his cheeks enough to leave a light sting, an attempt to sober up and bring some of his senses together. He gently pushed the tapestry back and peeked under. You were just sitting on the floor, apparently not doing anything. There was a small table off to the side with a lantern dimly lit, and a few pillows and blankets thrown about.

"Hello." You grinned up at Armin. He smiled back, looking around the hidden corner you had occupied.

"Hi. You're... back here by yourself?" He asked, authentically confused.

You shrugged at Armin's question, not wanting to tell the truth.

"Well, can I sit with you?" He wanted to know.

Slowly, you turned around to your left and then to your right, looking for other people around you. Though you knew you were alone, you still searched for the other person Armin could be talking to. He huffed a laugh through his nose.

"Who, me!?" You gasped.

"Yes you!" Armin agreed. He let the tapestry fall closed behind him as he took a seat on the ground next to you.

The texture of the floor was different. He could feel little pricks of hay peeking through the blankets and linen on top. The ground was significantly warmer, which brought a comfortable sigh from Armin's lungs. He crossed his legs and rested back on his hands.

"Are you okay?" Armin quizzed.

"Yeah, I'm alright. There's a lot going on out there..." You lightly explained. Armin understood, introvert to introvert.

"Yeah. It is a bit... overwhelming. Am I bothering you? I can leave if you want to be alone!" Armin declared. He was already getting up. However, you stopped him.

"No, please! I don't mind your company." You insisted. Armin slowly sat back down.

You couldn't put a finger to it, but there was something about Armin that you liked more than the other guys. Perhaps it was the way he listened, how he was always polite, and always had something genuinely interesting to say. He had a lot of knowledge, everyone knew Armin was extraordinarily smart. You appreciated that he was intellectual. 

Whenever you and Sasha had your one-on-one pow-wows about boys, not once did you fail to bring up Armin. You gave him credit where it was due. He was cute. Whenever you threw a ball in Armin's court, whether it be about his looks or personality, Sasha poked and teased about you having a little crush on him -- Which you did not outwardly deny. 

You felt those emotions spark back up at the site of Armin in front of you. It was clear that Armin had been enjoying himself. Earlier this morning his hair was neatly combed back. Now his significantly shorter blond locks were fluffed back to his natural hair pattern. At some point in the night, he had loosened his tie and his brown hat that matched his suit was long gone.

Armin realized he had a bottle of wine in his hands. He stared at it for a moment, as if he didn’t understand where it had come from. He shrugged to himself and took a very small sip, pacing himself since he was already quite tipsy. He offered you the bottle and you accepted.

"I see you're having fun." You poked, handing the bottle back to Armin after taking a sip.

"Honestly, I don't think anyone has had this much fun since we went to the beach. That was quite a while ago..." Armin registered.

"Yeah, that was a while ago. We should do that again!" You agreed.

You remembered how refreshing it was to wade in the water up to your ankles, picking up sand by the handful and letting it fall between your fingers, finding cool rocks and shells. A beat of silence passed. There was a quiet acknowledgement that that was a time where ignorance was truly bliss, before you all actually grasped the reality that life existed beyond the walls. Armin took a swig from the bottle.

"Look how far we've come though." He commented. He flashed a quirky smile as he handed you the bottle next.

"Cheers!" You grinned.

You shared the single bottle until it ran empty. Armin excused himself once to retrieve another. You wondered where all the refugees had access to all this alcohol, but didn't question it too much, as everyone was having fun. When he returned, Armin had two bottles and handed you one. You thanked him, popped the cork, and began to drink.

The topic of conversation was all over the place, neither of you being able to pinpoint a single subject to focus on. Armin began to chuckle, which then turned into uncontrollable laughing. He let his hysterics take over his body, letting himself roll onto his back and giggling up at the fabric ceiling. You couldn't help but to snicker along with him as well, though you had no idea what for.

He was practically split in two with the giggles. For the first time in what might as well be forever, he looked so wild and bright. You wanted to guard and protect that handful of happiness he had.

"Why are you sitting so far away?" Armin asked between chuckles.

"You were sitting right here, and then you rolled over there." You told him.

"Then I'll roll back." He put it simply. Armin rolled back the way he came, knocking into your side in the process.

When Armin sat up, you were both shoulder to shoulder, but facing the opposite direction. Armin was not sitting this close before. There was a split second moment where you were directly in each other's faces. He couldn't ignore how being close to you made him feel on the inside. The alcohol subsided the emotional acknowledgement of anxiety, but amplified the throbbing feeling in his throat. He looked away, clearing his throat softly.

Maybe Jean was on to something. Maybe Jean had actually granted Armin luck. His chest swelled with confidence, determined to lay his feelings out on the line. Logically, this would be the best time to do it. You were both in a different country, the possibility of starting fresh with the world was a brand new idea planted in everyone's mind. It gave Armin a glimmer of hope; Hope for something better. Hope that he wanted to share with you.

On top of that, the atmosphere was textbook romantic. You were both alone in a secluded area, warm blankets and soft pillows tossed about, dim lighting, you were both cradling bottles of alcohol. Armin felt like he could take on anything. All of his anxiety, insecurities, and self doubt have flown the coop, drowned out by wine.

"What's so funny?" Armin questioned. He noticed that you were still giggling.

"You." You responded. The wine was starting to affect you too after taking a break. Armin's giggle bug had transferred and bit onto you.

"Me!?" He gasped, mocking you from earlier in the night.

"Yes, you. I think you're funny."

Armin blinked. This was something new he hadn't heard before. He had grown accustomed to people around him thinking and telling him that he's so smart, such a genius, would make such a good leader, blah blah blah. No one has ever told him that he's funny, that was more of Connie's forte. Connie was the one who made people laugh in the face of darkness, who said and did things purely for shock value. A meek smile crept on Armin's lips.

"You think I'm funny?" Armin just wanted to make sure he was hearing things correctly. Perhaps the wine impaired his hearing.

"Yeah, you're funny. You make me laugh." You reassured. You took a few gulps of wine.

"I try sometimes. I, uh, I like hearing your laugh." Armin said, being completely honest. You sensed his sincerity.

Rip your hair out, the intrusive thought crossed your mind. You shook it out quickly. Armin was so cute, sometimes it did make you want to pull your hair right out of the root. You smiled, looking elsewhere for a second to contain your emotions.

"I like hearing you laugh too. It makes me happy." You decided to be truthful as well.

You'd never be outspoken enough to tell Armin that on a normal, sober day. The wine had a slick coat on your brain, seeping into the part of your mind that allowed you to be upfront and honest. A single brick was lifted from the weight on your shoulders.

Armin's face fell slightly. He tilted his head to the side, a habit he had when he was feeling inquisitive. His lips formed into a concentrated line.

"What do you mean?" He wanted to know. Armin leaned in a fraction.

You looked at him. Armin sat with his legs folded, hands placed perfectly in his lap. His face was dusted pink, across his cheeks and even the tip of his nose was red. Although Armin was relaxed and comfortable, he still sat at full attention -- interested in what you had to say.

You gulped.

"I know it's not easy carrying the weight that you do. I see what it does to you. You're so lovely, thoughtful of everyone around you, and even people you don't know. I like seeing you laugh and smile, because it's what you deserve."

There was something different in the air that you couldn't put a name to, but you could definitely taste it. Armin's eyes were wide as you put a fraction of your feelings out on the table for him to read. They were glossed over, shining under the low light of the lantern in the corner. His facial expression was hard to read. You weren't sure if he appreciated your words, or if they were bouncing off of the walls he had put around him.

Armin's mind was buffering. No sweeter words have ever been said to him. This simultaneously surprised him, but also not at all. You were always softer towards him, he picked up on that easily. He was good at reading people, but you stumped him as to why you were so tender to him in particular.  Armin did not know if it was out of pity, or if you genuinely liked him the way he was. He figured the first option, but he prayed for the other.

His throat began to swell again. There was a stinging feeling in the back of his skull. He fluttered his eyelids rapidly, trying not to let those tears that were threatening to fall win. What a way to ruin the mood by crying, He thought to himself. He physically felt like he might explode. Armin’s  fingers were buzzed, as if he had been sitting on his hands and had lost all feeling.

"Do you mean that?" Armin desperately wanted to know.

He decreased the space between you by another inch. You returned the action. He hoped you couldn't hear how loud his heart was pounding in his chest.

"I do." You confirm.

Before his body could catch up with his brain, Armin's lips crashed onto yours in a simple, yet meaningful kiss. You were aware of the heat that he packed behind it. Something in that frame of time clicked, like adding the last piece to a puzzle. Your mind sent a command to your hand to reach out and touch him, but before you could do that Armin pulled back.

"I'm sorry," he breathlessly apologized. "I should have asked before doing that. I-I might've had too much to drink. I'm so sorry!"

Even though he was sitting before you apologizing as if he had broken something valuable, he did not move away. Your foreheads were centimeters from resting on one another, noses bumping together. Armin had the most endearing button nose.

It was starting to get a little toasty. There was a thin layer of warmth on your skin, radiating off of Armin.

"I like you a lot, so it's okay." You spilled. You refrained from making a face at yourself for your sudden bluntness.

Drunk off your ass was not how you wanted to let Armin know that you liked him. You never really pictured telling him in the first place, but here you were completely out of your comfort zone. Whatever the Marleyean's put in their wine made your tongue loose.

And it must have been making Armin hear things. If he could remove his ears, dust them off, and ask you to repeat what you just said, he would. Surely you'd say something that wasn't what he thought you did. Even if he was imagining things, hearing it come from the lips he just kissed made his heart grow three sizes.

"I like you a lot too." Armin responded.

Not much else needed to be said. It was your turn to close the little remaining space between you and him, your lips meeting in the middle. Now, you could take in the feeling of his lips on yours. They always looked so soft and plush, and they were indeed supple. They sewed in and between each other ever so gently. Armin released the smallest moan you have ever heard. He took the hand that you weren't using to support yourself in his, lacing his fingers in between yours. Right then, he had gained a new sense of belonging.

There was no middle ground for wanting him. You took his plump bottom lip in between your teeth and pulled gently, sending a non-verbal message to push your buttons further. Armin read your message loud and clear.

He released your hand and brought both of his to the sides of your jaw, cradling your face. Armin's tongue swiped across yours while he let out another little moan. His chest was against yours, you felt the mild thump of his pulse -- though it didn't feel mild sitting in his chest. Armin's aura seemed to be the most empowering. He lightly leaned some of his weight onto you, his general presence consuming your personal space. Armin's head lulled over, dropping kisses onto your neck.

You knew you'd have a necklace of marks and bruises come morning. You allowed Armin to do this. You didn't have the restraint to tell him no, and you were sure it could be easily hidden under your uniform. That nervous stomach cramp began to twist in your gut, along with a fluttering sensation further down in your abdomen. You were almost blinded with arousal.

Armin knew that was medically impossible for the heart to pump right out of one's chest, but with his luck he might be a phenomenon. His hands shook while he went to place them on your hips. While he was dipped to your neck, he took this moment to steady his breathing. Armin was holding his breath as if one exhale from him would blow you away. He tasted a faint aftertaste of salt on your skin, becoming addicted to it in that particular moment. He took one bite. His ear perked up at the change of your breathing, getting caught in your esophagus. Armin kissed, sucked and nipped at your neck around to the other side. Your name fell from his lips in a shaky whisper.

"Do you want me as much as I want you?" Armin panted.

Two thoughts appeared in your head. One, yes absolutely. Two, has he done this before? It did not necessarily matter, as long as you got to have Armin in his entirety, you didn't mind showing him which buttons of yours to push. You smiled as he buried his face in the center of your chest, kissing along the lift of your breasts. You realized he had sneakily undone two buttons on your  shirt.

You had liked Armin since back in the days of being a cadet. If only that version of you could see yourself now.

"Oh, I do." You affirm. You and Armin paused, smiling at each other.

There was no going back.

Armin helped himself to finish unbuttoning the rest of your shirt. You reached for his suit jacket, pushing it off of shoulders and Armin tossed it to the side. His hands pawed at your shirt, peeling it off of your skin. The more layers you took off, the steamer it got. You could feel how red your cheeks were just by the feverish burn under the muscle. Armin leaned in to attack your chest, sucking at more of your exposed breast now that your shirt was off and your bra still on.

"Armin," you spoke out loud. He hummed in response, not detaching himself from your skin.

"Have you...?" You trailed off, trying to find the right way to ask about his experience without being rude. He chuckled.

"I've had sex before. H-Have you?" Armin filled in your question.

He rested the side of his face on one breast, moving one strap down your opposite shoulder. He looked up at you, blue eyes blinking with false innocence. You reached behind your back and unclasped your bra for him, letting it fall into your lap. You discarded it next to your shirt, keeping all of your clothes together.

"Yeah." You nod.

In one quick motion, Armin planted sloppy and wet kisses to each one of your nipples, and then moved up to kiss your lips.

If there was a way Armin could jump in your skin he would, anything to be as close to you as possible. His kiss this time was greedy. He took your bottom lip in between his teeth and pulled, hands coming up into your hair, lips moving against yours with no instruction or guide. His pants had gotten significantly tighter, restraining against the fastened button and zipper. His arousal was making him shake as if he were chilly. There wasn't a breeze anywhere, just your breaths fanning across each other's faces.

"Lay down." Armin instructed. He didn't have to tell you twice.

While Armin worked his shirt off, you grabbed a few of the dozen pillows that were thrown about, and compiled a little mountain to rest on. You began to work your skirt off, lifting your legs and wiggling your way out of your bottoms. Armin began to remove his pants as well.

There was a sudden loud sound of glass breaking, which made both of you jump. For a moment, you both had forgotten that you were in a semi-public space. Anyone, literally anyone, could pull back the tapestry and walk in on the two of you. The people on the other side of the curtains hooted with laughter and applause. Neither of you were missed.

In the blink of an eye Armin was on top of you, securing his spot in between your legs. You could feel his dick against your inner thigh. Armin moved so quickly, you didn't even get to have a glimpse of what it looked like.

"Are you sure you want to do this? You can stop me anytime, I-I won't be mad." He reassured with his forehead on yours. You curled your fingers around his hair

"Yes, I’m sure." you purred, tightening your grip. Armin's eyelids fluttered shut.

The amount of word vomit you let spew through the night was borderline embarrassing, but you were too intoxicated to actually care.

“Do you?” You checked.

"So much. I've always wanted you." Armin revealed.

You noticed the pattern that Armin's kisses flip-flopped. One moment he was soft and delicate, and the next he was eager and venal. He leaned in for another peck, making this one thoughtful. He reached in between both of your bodies, one hand moving his wrist around his cock in two short bursts. He let the tip kiss the very outskirts of your center.

Armin slipped himself in, but not completely making himself comfortable. Upon impact, you clamped your eyes shut taking in the feeling of him stretching you with a nice burn. Your jaw fell open and a lewd squeak cracked from your throat. Armin unsteadily sighed.

"Okay?" He muttered, browsing for a sign to continue.

"Yes." 

Armin swallowed. He took a deep inhale, getting a hint of your smell as he did so. You still smelled of the perfume you applied earlier in the day, along with the aroma of wine and bonfire. The fragrance was tagged in Armin's memory as a scent that brought him immense comfort.

He let the feeling absorb in his chest as he bottomed out, taking in everything about you; How he had hit that spongy wall, letting him know he had reached the limit. How you fit around him so perfectly as if your bodies were crafted for each other. How sweet you sounded when he began to move his hips.

"Fuck," he murmured, eyes rolling to the back of his head. You had never heard him say fuck before.

He tucked his face down to your neck, kissing and sucking on a tender spot behind your ear that you didn't know you had. Tiny moans escaped from his lips.

Your senses were turned up to one thousand. The sound of the people around you faded out, while Armin faded in. His energy wrapped around yours like a security blanket, feeling so safe and protected. Armin filled you completely. Every time he moved upward into you, you could feel him deep in your abdomen. If he was a hair bigger, your body might give way.

He was moving just a little too slow for your liking. If you were going to have Armin, you wanted to have him as much as you could. You lacked the tolerance for sensual love making.

"Can you... go a little faster?" You meekly insisted.

No questions asked. A low, lustful moan came from deep within Armin's chest. You didn't think such a noise could be made from him. Armin gathered what he could of your hair and held on, wanting to have the feeling of your hair around and in between his fingers. Your hands dug into his shoulders. He emphasized his thrusts up one point, giving you exactly what you had needed.

"Just like that, yes..." You gasped.

Armin's lips were on yours again. They drew to each other like magnets, tongues touching. 

How was it possible that Armin wanted more of you? The way you felt wrapped around his dick was indescribable. You were warm, inviting, tempting. Armin was hypnotized, drunk off of something else other than the wine.

"Tell m-me," he wheezed. "Tell me how good it f-feels. I want to hear you."

"So fucking good. Harder, please." You puffed, practically begging. Armin smiled against your cheek.

You noticed he was skipping and sputtering over himself. His speech may have faltered a few times, but his hips and thrusts certainly did not.

"You’re so fuckin’ tight." He shamelessly mewled in your ear, sending chills through your body. His words alone almost sent you overboard.

Armin adjusted himself to balance on his hands. He helped himself up with one while the other pushed one of your legs back, your ankle resting on his shoulder. He hardened his thrusts into you while simultaneously keeping the same fast paced rhythm you had asked him to do before. There wasn't a single thought in your head that wasn't about how mind-blowing Armin's cock was.

"Oh, shit, I-" He suddenly gasped like a fish out of water.

Armin sprung back, quickly pulling himself out from you and leaving an empty feeling so sad you genuinely felt disappointed. His tip slid up against you and rested on your pubic bone. Three white ropes painted themselves onto your stomach, and even between your breasts. His hands rested on your knee as he haphazardly released himself, sputtering strained whimpers.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" He choked, a hand coming to cover his mouth in horror. Armin began to spiral, frantically looking for something to clean you up with.

"It's okay." Was all you could manage to say.

You were out of breath, dizzy and drunk off of sex. You sat up on your elbows, needing a new position to take in bigger breaths to recollect yourself.

He sighed, cheeks and lips flushed a violent cherry red. He awkwardly reached around behind him for his suit jacket and took out a handkerchief that was folded in the pocket. He lightly ran it across your skin, wiping away his embarrassing mess.

"I can hold myself together better than this. I just... lost control, I guess." He stiffly chuckled.

His hand still rested on your knee as he cleaned you up. You placed your hand over his, taking his fingers and squeezing them. Armin glanced at your hands together, and then back at you. He gave a sheepish grin and a small shrug of his shoulders. His thumb rubbed the skin it rested over.

"Are you alright?" He asked while you tried to still your beating heart.

"Y-Yeah. Honestly I'm a little fucked out." You laughed, Armin joining in on you too. He was embarrassed, but not so much anymore.

Armin didn't try to hide that he was staring at you, eyes scanning you like one of his books. If this was anyone else, you'd be dressed and on your way out. Your mind was stuck. His eyes moved from your legs, thinking of how he wanted to live right in the middle, up to your collarbone where he graced you with deep red and purple love bruises and bites. Armin placed his hands on your other knee. His touch was suddenly heavier.

"You haven't come, right?" He assumed.

With every passing beat of silence, Armin leaned into your space. His hands gingerly slid down to the middle of your thighs.

"No." You admitted.

Without breaking eye contact, Armin repositioned himself to lay on his stomach. You let him kindly part your legs, his mouth hovering over where you were craving him the most. He swallowed the saliva that all of a sudden started to pool under his tongue.

"Can I?" Armin asked while lightly tracing the outside of your labia with one finger, spreading around the slick that you created.

You could hear in his tone that he was desperately wanting you to give him the go ahead. You paused for dramatic effect, staring him down as well. He looked up at you through his eyelashes, blue eyes batting at you, begging.

"Yes." You huffed, wanting nothing more.

Armin broke eye contact to dive his face right in between your legs. He licked one clean stripe through your pussy, making your lungs stop working mid-breath. Without pause, he pushed a single finger into you. You wiggled and whined under his mouth latching onto your clit.

Armin looked back up. Those blue eyes that were always so bright had deepened to indistinguishable lust. He added another finger, slowly pumping them in and out of you while he kitten licked your clit. His tongue felt warm, soothing the ache like ice to a fever.

He had fallen into a rhythm that he was comfortable with. He noticed you responded better when he curled his fingers upwards, sighs and whines pushing past your moans and heavy breathing. A shiver went down Armin’s spine when you gently placed your hands through his hair, tugging at his blonde roots. He hummed, sending vibrations through your lower body as if he had struck a gong. 

Armin kept his pace. His working fingers made your walls clench tighter and tighter with every flick of his tongue and pump of his wrist. You knew he could feel it. He knew that you knew that he could feel your peak rising higher and higher, closer and closer. Armin popped off your clit for a brief moment to speak, his lips smacked together.

“Say my name.” He instructed, not looking up. His blue eyes had closed, engulfed in his procedure.

“Armin…” You breathlessly whisper. 

Armin buzzed. The sound of his name coming off of your lips activated an obsessive instinct. He had to have you finish. Armin had half of a mind to withdraw his fingers from you, take a hold of your thighs and absolutely drown in licking you until you had succumbed to his touch. However, he needed to feel you unwind around his hand. Armin quickened his fingers. From the way you were shaking underneath him, grasping onto his hair to keep him his place, your erotic and lewed moaning and whimpering, you were on the brink of completion. 

“Say my name again. I like the way it sounds when you say it.” Armin spoke barely above a whisper.

“Armin, please. I-I’m gonna come.” You mouthed to him.

“Give it to me, love. I want it.” 

With those words, all of the tension built up within your walls had come undone. You clamped a hand over your mouth in an attempt to hush yourself. You throbbed around Armin’s fingers, slick running down the back of his hand. He kept licking at your clit, showing no signs of stopping any time soon. You didn’t want him to. He didn’t want to. You wanted him to keep going, but you had reached your breaking point. You tapped out, touching his shoulder. 

Your head was pounding, the back of your calves trembling, heart rate reached a dangerous speed that would probably warrant you to seek medical attention had you not been coming down from an orgasm. You put a hand on your chest, trying to catch your breath as you laid back on the pillows. For a brief moment, you zoned out.

Armin removed himself, sitting up on his knees, but only after he blessed the inside of your thighs with little kisses, not wanting to come up for air. He sheepishly wiped away the slick that clung around the corners of his mouth with the back of his opposite hand. Armin crawled his way up your body, kissing your stomach and chest on the way to your face. He hovered over you for a moment.

“You okay?” He asked. Forming words seemed to be too difficult of a task at the moment, so you nodded. 

“Are you sure? Do you need anything?” Armin pressed. His tone of voice was quiet.

Right before your eyes, Armin had changed. His eyes softened, a timid gloss coated his irises. Armin’s aura was different, no longer emitting lust. Instead, he was apprehensive and hesitant, searching and waiting. 

You were significantly more sober. The realization had finally struck that it was Armin who lay on top of you completely undressed and exposed in a new light. You had seen Armin cry, be sick and injured, at some of his lowest points — and he had seen you on some of your darkest days as well. This was intimacy at its height of vulnerability. 

You smiled at him, face split with genuine happiness. You gently raised your hands to take a hold of Armin’s jaw, something you always wanted to do unironically. He leaned into your touch. 

“I am fantastic.” You giggled. 

Armin clung to your laugh like a plant that needed water, chuckling along with you. He lowered himself to meet his lips to yours. The kiss was quick but still shaded with passion. You could taste the hint of yourself on him. Armin then got off of you, rolling to the side and sitting up. 

For a brief moment, he wished he hadn’t. As soon as he rose, his head began to swirl and his mouth became very dry all of a sudden. All that was near was wine. It wouldn’t help the headache, but it would aid the sore-itch he felt in his throat. Armin took a swig, and offered you the bottle. 

“Are you thirsty?” Armin asked.

You replied slower than you should have, which caused Armin to turn around to face you. His movement broke you from the fixation of staring at the pink claw marks you had accidentally given him around his shoulder blades. That thought then led you to see how toned Armin’s entire back actually was. Then, that thought led back to how you had scored a night with someone you cared about deeply.

You snapped yourself back to reality, digging your longest fingernail into a cuticle deep enough to bring a sting in case you were actually dreaming. 

“I’m alright on wine.” You declined. You stretched, spreading your arms up over your head.

“Understandable.” Armin shrugged, sensing the humor in your tone. Perhaps that was enough wine.

Armin put the bottle to the side, deciding to leave it there as it is for the night. He noticed the way you made yourself smaller, clenching your muscles from the mind breeze blowing through the fabrics of the tent. The lantern in the corner provided some relief, but not for long as Armin would have to put it out soon. He didn’t want this private moment to be captured by shadows. 

Armin spied a loosely folded pile of blankets off to his left, and grabbed one. Armin draped it over you. He pulled it all the way up to your shoulder, and then tucked himself in next to you and hooked his arm around your waist. You accepted Armin’s quiet embrace.

Armin was the happiest he probably has ever been, but there was a heaviness in his chest. Physically, you and him were as close as you could get, but a bigger presence seemed to take over and pull you both apart. Armin wondered if you could also feel the way the space had changed. This was all he had wanted, and Armin had it right in the palm of his hand. In the midst of his silent victory lingered a question he didn’t know how to ask. 

What happens now?

There was silence between you both, but beyond the world you had encased yourselves in the festivities continued. They seem to have gotten louder. The music that had stopped for a rest kicked back up again, people raised their voices to be heard over one another. Everyone outside carried on as if you and Armin hadn’t disappeared together.

You wondered if anyone noticed that.

Behind Armin’s eyes, his mind was at work. You could practically visualize the gears in his head working overtime. Curiosity gnawed at your mind, what was he thinking about? You wondered if he was thinking of the same thing you were: What does all of this mean, and how are you both moving forward? You knew what you wanted, Armin as a whole. There was no question about it. How would you ask him what he wanted? 

The space around you both began to get smaller, just as it had in the heat of the moment. Armin began to feel anxious as he had earlier, except there was no more wine in his system to drown out the dread in his chest. He has fantasized about eleven different scenarios on how he could confess his feelings for you. None of them were similar to the way it was happening now and he definitely wasn’t as prepared as he thought. Armin was at a loss for words. There was so much he wanted to say, but the words did not leave his lips. He carefully grasped your hand, your fingers overlapping his. If only he could share his thoughts through touch, then he wouldn’t need to explain how glad he was that this had happened.

That stomach cramp had come back. You were about to say something, it was on the very tip of your tongue. You opened your mouth to speak, then silenced yourself immediately. Your hesitation had caught Armin’s attention. He looked at you, ready to listen. He could feel his own heartbeat in his ears. 

“That was fun.” You stated.

How strange, the words you spoke out loud weren’t the ones you were thinking to yourself. Armin sat up abruptly.

“Do you mean it? I’m sorry I came so soon, I promise I have more self control.” Armin’s apology was laced with a hint of negotiation. The pink on his cheeks grew a hue darker.

“Of course I mean it! I meant everything I said.” You practically placed your hint under Armin’s nose. Whether it was going to be picked up or not depended on him. You could hear your blood rushing through your veins. 

Armin turned to face you. He took a quick breath in and out, relief swimming around in his chest. A comforting smile grew on his lips. He took your hand again, grasping it tighter than he had all night.

“I also meant everything I said.” Armin agreed. Your hint was received. 

As if this couldn’t be a more perfect moment, the cramp in your stomach tightened and twisted. Loudly. You cringed from the small pinch it gave you, and also from the embarrassment of your hunger being so loud. 

“Why didn’t you say you were hungry?” Armin asked.

“I wasn’t hungry then.” You shrugged. 

“We can go back out there if you want. Unless you want to stay here? I can bring you something.” Armin offered. 

Before you had even given him an answer, he was already dressing himself. That was when you realized you were still nude. You began to search for your clothes.

“I think we’ve hid back here long enough.” You teased.

You and Armin both stood up, dressing and adjusting your clothes to fit back onto your bodies. Armin had dressed before you, waiting patiently by the tapestry you both had come through. He had his jacket draped over his arm. He took a quick peek out into the crowd. He first spotted Eren, still sitting with the same group of men. Mikasa hadn’t moved, but Sasha had joined her side. Jean and Connie were chatting up the same group of women. It seemed that hardly any time had passed at all. 

“How do I look? Do I look put together?” You asked as you adjusted your skirt around your hips.

Armin admired your outfit. You were dressed in Marleyean’s fashion to blend in more with the crowd. It was a different change of pace from your usual wardrobe. Still, you made it work for you in ways you didn’t apparently see.

“I think you look very pretty, as per usual.” Armin said casually. His complement soaked through you, seeping in more of your cracks Armin didn’t occupy until after this night.

“Here, put this on.” He handed you his jacket. 

You paused. 

“It’s a little cooler out now.” Armin insisted. 

You took his jacket and placed it loosely around your shoulders, it smelled just like him. Armin pulled the curtain back, motioning for you to walk ahead of him. You tucked your head, thanking him quietly.

“You can sit with Mikasa and I if you’d like.” Armin kindly offered.

It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the change of lighting. You glanced around the room to find Mikasa. She and Sasha were leaning against each other talking.

“That sounds good to me.”

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I’m not going anywhere

Short little broppy oneshot abt poppy comforting branch 💕💙

(my first ever fanfic?? go easy on me)

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I’m Not Going Anywhere

The sun was finally setting, revealing a night sky that was covered in stars. After a long day of being on the road and trying to practice their “perfect family harmony” to save Floyd the group decided to take a break before it was time to turn in for the night. JD and Bruce were chatting off in the distance while looking at some tree and Clay was inside the bus getting his bed ready for the night. Branch was busy being lost in his own world. He sat down in the grass, running his blue fingers along the blades. Of course seeing his brothers again after all these years was great and he was happy to see them again but it also wasn’t easy. The whole ordeal exhausted him with the emotional war constantly happening in his head.

He hated the way being with his brothers made him feel like that baby again. Helpless and small watching them walk out the door, leaving him alone with their grandmother who then died at the hands of a bergen not long after. Before her death Branch could tell how much she missed her grandsons. She’d put on a happy face for him of course but he could still hear her crying sometimes at night. He held onto the hope that they would return and that they could be a family again. He built the bunker for them just like him and Floyd had planned all those years ago still hoping they’d come back. Part of him hated them for what they did to not just him but also their grandmother.

He hated them for leaving him especially when he needed them the most. He hated them for leaving him to be alone after their grandma died. He hated them for not being there to do something so their grandma didn’t have to die. He hated them even for trying to pretend like nothing happened since then, for trying to pretend like he’s still that baby they abandoned. Even with all the hate he couldn’t help but still love them. He couldn’t help but still want to be a family again and fix what had become so broken. He could recognize that they all came from broken lives in some way and that he wasn’t the only one who had suffered. All of it was confusing and hard to understand.

His complicated thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice. One that he loved to hear, the voice that always seemed to speak the right words when he needed it. The voice that belonged to his favorite face in the world.

“Branch?” Poppy said gently, sitting down in the grass next to him, knees curled up to her chest mimicking how he was sitting, her shoulder resting against his, “Are you alright?” She spoke slowly and carefully. “Not really” is what he wanted to say but then he knew that would lead to a “what’s wrong?” and that was a question that was too complicated for him to even answer to himself.

So instead he replied, “Yea, I’m alright”, in a shaky whisper, not quite selling it like he wanted to. He assumed Poppy wasn’t going to take that for an answer and he knew that she knew better than anybody when he wasn’t really alright. It was impossible for him to hide his true emotions from her.

It was to his surprise when instead of digging for a better response she simply replied to his answer with, “I’m proud of you.” She leaned into his shoulder as she said it and tried to catch his eye.

He looked up from the ground locking his gaze into her pink eyes with a slightly confused look on his face, “For what?” he asked. She gave him a small but genuine smile.

“For all of it,” She said, grabbing hold of his hand and running her thumb along it, “for being here right now, for giving family and trust another chance, for how far you’ve come, for having such a great heart even after everything you’ve been through, all of it.” He looked back at the ground, feeling hot tears spring into his eyes that he tried to keep from falling, she kept her gaze on him and squeezed his hand. “I know this isn’t easy for you, Branch but I’m so proud of you for taking it all in so well. We’re in this together, me and you, and I’m not going anywhere, no matter what.”

Branch looked back into her eyes as she reached up with her free hand to wipe away the tears that fell despite his protest. She always knew exactly what to say to him. Most of the time he felt like he didn’t deserve someone like her. She was, without a doubt, the best thing in his life and he would do anything not to lose her.

That was one of his many reasons for being so hesitant to come on this trip. He knew it would be difficult, he knew how vulnerable it would make him, he knew how many complicated emotions would come up. He was terrified to have the girl he loved see him like this. He was scared it’d push her to give up and leave him just like everybody else had in the past, but hearing her say those words made him realize he had nothing to be scared of. She not only understood him but she accepted and loved him for where he was at.

“I love you,” He said. Three words that seemed so simple and routine but that meant everything to him. Three words that silently spoke a thousand more.

She smiled at him before she pulled him in for a hug, wrapping her arms around him tightly, “I love you too, Branch, so much.” He knew she meant it too and for that moment all of the questions without answers, all of the pain and hurt, all of the confusing thoughts and feelings didn’t matter anymore. He had Poppy and that’s all that mattered.

thanks for reading hope you enjoyed :)

I love them so much

[3lostyears]

“nine would never do this” “nine isn’t afraid like ten” oh my goddddd they are literally the same alien but they come from different circumstances and are defined by different things:

nine comes from loss. the time war and the destruction of gallifrey is new for him. therefore, from his perspective, he has everything to gain - the main one being rose. that’s why he genuinely has to decide between losing rose and saving the world, because he hasn’t gained the world. if anything it’s a backdrop. but he has rose.

what nine needs to learn is that things and people can change - himself included. he is far less of a pacifist than ten because his morality is giving things a chance, ie the nestene consciousness in the very first episode. this is also the crux of the dalek episode, rose’s point is not entirely “guns are bad” but “it’s changed”. you see this change in the difference between how nine and ten treat cassandra, specifically in how cassandra shows empathy for the sick woman.

ten, in comparison, has gained. he has rose and a family to have christmas with. and that means he really only has things to lose - again, the main one being rose. because nine came from nothing he was essentially content enough to just have rose in his presence and have her choose him. ten now sees his relationship with rose in longer terms (i cannot stress enough that nine was not counting on his survival but was very accepting of his death, so he’s basically just elated to still be alive and to have rose reciprocate his feelings before he regenerates) and therefore has to recognise that he will inevitably lose her one day.

nine is not thinking about “the curse of the timelords” because he exclusively thinks of himself as a survivor.

it’s the fear of loss that really separates the two characters. because ten’s morality is actually pretty similar to nine’s for most of s2. people say that his “you get one warning” speech from school reunion is a prelude to time lord victorious but it feels much more like nine to me. he has compassion, for the cybermen and even cassandra and the werewolf, but he doesn’t really offer to save anyone with the frequency he will in later seasons. when it comes to the wire, the devil, and the daleks (aka the main three that threatened rose) he’s ready to kill them with limited preamble.

but then he does lose rose and he cannot bear it. he loses her and then murders a bunch of children, gets called out, and then goes pretty much the complete opposite way because he cannot bear any more loss. think about it: nine hears the ENTIRETY of satellite 5 get massacred and is horrified but keeps going. if ten had heard that he would be a screaming wreck.

"ten is a coward" is literally the ENTIRE point? some of nine's last ever words are "coward, any day" because he is sick of being a killer. and i actually fundamentally disagree with that action of his, but i get why it matters. because it shows he changed, and that's not what he believed when we first met him. he thought he was broken and that humans were a bunch of stupid apes, and by the end he is deeply in love with a human and knows he was fantastic.

it is therefore not surprising that davros is the doctor’s worst nightmare because he comes for two regenerations: he breaks nine when he says people can change, but you changed them for the worst; he breaks ten with the reminder that people have lost their lives for and because of him. so you get this pure trauma response of ten offering actual fascist davros safety and yelling at tentoo for "committing" genocide (and tentoo likely reverts back to that nine-era morality not only because he's "born from blood" but because he's actually born from gain - he got rose back).

ten is also a tragedy (where nine is not) because he is ultimately, utterly, completely defined by loss. nine was resigned to his fate (everything has its time and everything dies) and ten was born from hope and love, which systematically get ripped away from him. he was born wanting to live, specifically with the woman he loves, and he doesn't even get to die in the same universe as her.

also the whole "nine would never gitf" ten wouldn't be ten gitf if it was written properly but may i remind you that a couple of hours before he kissed and died for rose he was also blatantly flirting with lynda with a y? "ten was disrespectful he made rose act as a dinner lady" and nine let jabe ask HIM if rose was his prostitute after he’d called rose his plus one. they are not healthy aliens when it comes to people they like!

[missglaskin]

I know your not taking requests but I don’t think of this as a request- Please ignore if so, just wanted to hop on this trail.

What the heir reader- Would the greens trying and take the throne away from the reader? Viserys naming her because he believes it was right and that some how she is the prince that was promised. Knowing the whole yandere feelings everyone has for the reader will make things complicated. Like for instance Otto loves you dearly but also uses it as a chance to have you grow by his side. He also proposes a marriage for your hand to Aegon but it shot down by his daughter and king.

I do believe that rhaenrya would have been upset but seeing how much the reader is dealing with/And helping the realm for the better she stays by her side (She would regardless) but back to the greens for now. Alicent, Otto, And the green side believes it is to much of a job for the reader to take on. Think of all the risks on her life, the constant decision making- It is not fitting for someone like you. They make it about doing what’s best for you. (that’s what try to believe.

Deamon and rhaenrya are fuming with anger hearing what has happened, not only did they not tell them that Viserys dead but they had token  your title. The war begans like that for the sides fighting for what’s best for you, team green justifying their actions as a way to help you, then team black who fights for you and of your honor and duty. 

Eventually, the greens would try to take the throne away from the reader. Alicent at first will refuse ever doing this to you. Otto as much as he loves you, he’s a man of ambitions. He will push for Alicent to have you wed Aegon when the two of you come of age. It’s a union that Viserys would have rejected, mostly in fear of how Rhaenyra and Daemon may react. 

When that doesn’t work, Otto will convince Alicent that this is not a task meant for you. That you are one of a gentle heart, the second you sit on the throne, your fate may end like Aenys. The stress will eat you alive until it kills you. And if there was an assassination attempt on your life, it will convince Alicent further that is all for your own good and safety. 

When Viserys utters his last words and dies soon after. Otto and Alicent will order you to be locked up in your chambers. There is the aching guilt, the constant battle in Alicent’s head. But Viserys said her son’s name. This is all for your sake, for your benefit. She only wants the best for you. Otto genuinely believes this as well, either you be a queen consort or not have the throne at all. He will even have you rule over Dragonstone if you wish to. 

It makes Aegon further conflicted. He has no desire to be king and doesn’t wish to steal your claim. He more so is afraid you will hate him for it. The only convincing Aegon may have is if he were to wed you the moment he comes back to the castle. It will further support his claim and either way you will be queen, one with less power, but nevertheless a queen. 

Aemond would also feel conflicted. But as Alicent was manipulated by Otto, she too will implement these ideas that you are unfit to rule, that your life will be in constant danger. It makes Aemond think if he were a king, he would be able to protect you. He had the desire to rule alongside you. Aemond also resists the union between you and his brother. His brother, at the very least, can keep the throne. He will get to keep you. 

Rhaenys who remain in king’s landing is not surprised to know of the usurpation. She has always suspected the greens and has warned you and Corlys many times. Rhaenys, as though she doesn’t voice it to Alicent, refuses to kneel and accept Aegon as king. 

When she releases Meleys from the dragonkeep, her first instinct is to take you with her. It could lead to the reader having to remain in king’s landing or be on dragonstone if Rhaenys succeeded in taking her. Either way, the blacks will want to declare war on the greens for taking your rightful claim. 

Rhaenyra was hurt when Viserys chose you as an heir over hers, but her love for you is greater than any ambition or wishes. Daemon also feels a bit bitter, but as Rhaenyra, he’s eager to fight for your honor and duty. In this case, Rhaenyra has no knowledge of the prophecy unless the reader tells her. Rhaenyra and Daemon also do it out of love for Viserys as they know he will never choose Aegon over you. The children are all willing to fight for you, Baela and Jace especially. 

The relationship between the Velaryons and Rhaenyra are a bit rocky, but Rhaenys will be on your side in the war and so will Corlys. And if they must work together to bring back what’s yours then so be it. At the time, they will also gather allies. With Cregan’s connection to the reader, the Starks will surely join their side of war. 

The realm is divided into two sides. One that supports Aegon’s claim and one that supports the reader. It doesn’t matter to either side if the reader doesn’t wish for war. Even if the reader is wed to Aegon or perhaps Aemond, the war still rages on, with many demanding the reader to wear the conqueror's throne. Rhaenyra, Alicent and Rhaenys are the only ones who may listen to the reader. But when the news of Luke’s death reached Rhaenyra, it became far more personal. 

Though no matter what happens, the reader is to never be harmed in any way. The greens and blacks let it be known any who shall lay a hand on her will face the worst fate known to man. 

[snailsnfriends]

C!Tommy and Love, Despite, Despite, Despite: An Essay

Tommy’s entire life story on the SMP can be characterized by a lot of different things. You could see it as a coming of age story, where we watch as Tommy works his way through his teens in strenuous circumstances. You could see it as a story of abuse and the effects of it, the before and after of what Tommy undergoes during Exile. You could see it as a story of strength, of disappointment, of deterioration. You could see it as all of these. None of them are wrong. However, there is one key part of Tommy’s story that remains strong, from beginning to end. Love is what best characterizes Tommy’s story on the Dream SMP. Almost every arc has love at its core, and it is the biggest thing that shapes Tommy and his decisions. 

This essay was written under the assumption that Boundless Sands was Tommy’s finale. I know that it isn’t, but for the sake of this essay, that’s what it is. To maintain my sanity, I started with the Disc War. I am sorry early SMP fans. So with that out of the way, let’s begin. 

Word count: 3.2k

Tommy’s attachment to the discs is one of his first displays of extreme love toward something. He cares very deeply for the discs and finds that they bring him comfort. As time goes on, these discs become more and more important to him, which is why Dream going after them is such an issue. It really is the introduction of love as a larger theme for Tommy and Dream, and it sets the tone for the rest of their stories. Tommy fights tooth and nail to keep the discs in his possession, no matter how much the war presents issues in his day-to-day life. It would be easy to let go of the discs, to give them up and to live peacefully on his own. However, Tommy refuses to do this, not only because of his stubborn nature, but because of how much he loves the discs. As previously stated, they bring him comfort and they remind him of Tubbo, his best friend. Love is what drives Tommy to fight for his discs.

Love is also what drives Tommy to give away his discs later for L’Manberg’s independence. Despite how much the discs mean to him, Tommy is willing to part with them if it means that he and his loved ones can be free of Dream’s terror. No one asks him to do this. No one expects him to do this. Yet still, he gives away something he loves, he gives away what has essentially become a part of himself, in order to better the lives of his family. L’Manberg and the home it created is a big part of Tommy’s life, and the love he has for it is clear throughout his entire story. He grows to see it as a family, and he grows very close to Wilbur at this time, even seeing him as a brother. Tommy idolizes Wilbur a lot in this arc and really looks up to him as a leader. This is, once again, an act of love. L’Manberg provides a safe place for Tommy and Tubbo to fuck around, and the nurturing envoirment only feeds into Tommy’s love for it. Tommy dedicates himself to L’Manberg and even dies for it, not because he is asked to, not because he is pressured to, but because he genuinely loves L’Manberg and the people within it. 

When Tommy and Wilbur lose L’Manberg after the elections, it is love that spares Tommy from having a complete breakdown. His love for the country and for Wilbur is what fuels him to have a positive outlook in a time of despair. He knows that if he fights hard enough, if he loves hard enough, he will be able to return to the home that he helped create and he will be able to help Wilbur get out of the state that he’s in. Tommy’s time in Pogtopia is a very big test for him because he lost the two biggest beacons of stability he had: L’Manberg and Wilbur. There are many instances of Wilbur scaring Tommy, or acting “unkind” (in Tommy’s words). Moments like, “let’s be the bad guys,” “you’re never gonna be president,” “Tubbo? He’s lying to you man!” and the pit scene are moments of extreme stress for Tommy. He understands that something is wrong with Wilbur, but he doesn’t know how to articulate that or how to help. Despite seeing his brother in this state and facing the brunt of his spiral (because Tommy is the person most available), Tommy never gives up on Wilbur. Yes, he is upset with Wilbur, is scared of Wilbur, and is, in many instances, angry with Wilbur. But this does not stop Tommy from believing that Wilbur is beyond help or saving. He sticks with Wilbur because he loves Wilbur. He believes that by saving L’Manberg, he can save Wilbur. When it is revealed that a traitor is part of Pogtopia, he refuses to believe that Wilbur is a suspect, despite seeing the button room with his own eyes and restraining Wilbur after seeing him in a suicidal state. It does not matter that all the signs pointed to Wilbur. Tommy loved Wilbur, and knew that there was goodness in him, so he absolutely refused to let Wilbur go until he was no longer given a choice in the matter (he was never given a choice, but you get what I mean). There were many points in Pogtopia where Tommy had every reason to leave, especially after the Green Festival and Wilbur’s behavior in the aftermath. He was free to go at any time. But it was his love for Wilbur and for L’Manberg that prevented Tommy from giving up. 

Wilbur committing suicide on the 16th, though not a suprise for the audience, was a surprise for Tommy. As previously stated, he truly believed that if they got L’Manberg back, which they did, Wilbur would get better. Obviously, this wasn’t correct, and Tommy feels very mixed when it comes to Wilbur from now on. He feels betrayed and is suddenly isolated. He no longer knows how to view Wilbur. Idolization was easy for Tommy, but grieving was not. He understood that Wilbur was not behaving correctly, but he couldn’t bring himself to be angry with Wilbur for long periods of time, because he still loved Wilbur. It’s something that he really struggles to grapple with, how he can love someone despite being hurt by them. Tommy at this time was accustomed to black-and-white thinking, so this sudden shift was overwhelming. Despite his feelings toward Wilbur, he loves Ghostbur, who we’ll come back to during the Exile arc. Before that though, he burns down George’s house with Ranboo, and the Exile confrontation begins. Tommy believes that his friendship, or, his love for Tubbo will save him from Exile. Tommy being proven wrong on this front is something that changes his and Tubbo’s friendship forever. Even though it was proven to him before that love couldn’t save everyone, he still put his faith in it. This line of thinking is questioned even further during Exile.

Love being at the center of Tommy’s story is part of what makes Exile so horrifying. During Exile, Tommy is deprived of love and connection to other people, and this isolation is part of the reason why he attempts suicide later on. Dream has taken notice of Tommy’s love for others and for objects and uses this knowledge to abuse Tommy. He takes away Tommy’s items and blows them up in front of him because he wants Tommy to feel as if he has nothing to love. He is not allowed an outlet to feel any positive emotion. This also ensured that any item Dream gave to Tommy, like the trident, would make him have a highly emotional response, and then taking that away would create an even bigger upset. The compass Ghostbur gives to Tommy elicits this highly emotional response. Tommy considers throwing it away, but doesn’t, because he loves Tubbo, despite being Exiled by him. The beach party only further cements this feeling. Tommy is made to feel as if no one loves him. When love is a large part of what drives Tommy, this can only be a problem. On the final day of Exile, when Dream calls Tommy a bug, making him feel insignificant and like a burden, he feels most unloved. Dream had tried, and succeeded, in making Tommy believe that he was Tommy’s only friend. But by saying this, he has made it clear that he does not love, let alone care for Tommy, the way a friend should. This, along with the other instances of abuse during Exile, is what drives Tommy to attempt suicide. While on the verge of attempting, Tommy realizes that Dream is not his friend, that love is not present, that he has been starved of it for an extended period of time. But because he knows that it does not have to be this way, he wills himself to leave his Exile and to seek refuge in a place that will not only provide safety, but also love: Technoblade’s house. 

Tommy’s relationship with Technoblade, though complicated near the end, was one of love in care, even if that wasn’t explicitly shown all the time. Techno made an effort to include Tommy in his plans, even if he was more of a liability than a helping hand. He let Tommy live in his house and build on his land, even if these builds were an eyesore or a clear indication that Tommy was hiding in his house. He lied right to Dream’s face to save Tommy. These are all, at their core, acts of love, and ones that Tommy responds to positively. Throughout the arc, Tommy is in a delicate state; he is in the process of learning how to live without the threat of abuse looming over his head. It is this love that aids Tommy in his journey. Ghostbur is present for both this arc and Exile, and his friendship is just as important to Tommy. Ghostbur does stir up some bouts of sadness in Tommy just because he’s also Wilbur in a way, but simply being Tommy’s friend and showing him compassion helps Tommy feel better, even in darker moments. He helps Tommy’s grieving process, in a way, by being an outlet for Tommy’s emotions. Tommy doesn’t necessarily get the answers he wants, but he gets something, and that something is taken to heart. Later on in the arc, in the Community House conflict, Tommy says that the discs were worth more than Tubbo. This, obviously, is not true, and Tommy immediately regrets it. He realizes that he does not like the person he is becoming. He does not want to be violent or defensive. He realizes that love was missing in his actions and motivations, which was part of why he was acting in such a hostile way. Tubbo and Tommy go on to apologize for what they’ve done quickly before beginning preparations for Doomsday.

Tommy does not want New L’Manberg to be blown up because it was, at one point, his home, and he knows that people will be put in danger if it’s blown up. However, the even bigger part of this is that Tommy saw Wilbur and L’Manberg as the same thing, so if L’Manberg was destroyed, Wilbur would be destroyed as well. L’Manberg was one of the last “good things” Tommy had of Wilbur, so he didn’t want to see it be ripped apart. This, again, is an example of love as one of Tommy’s motivations; he does not want to see something and someone he loves get blown up for the second time. When the event actually occurs, he argues with Techno so much not just because he disagrees with what’s going on, but because he sees Techno as his friend. He wants to reach some kind of middle ground. Him fighting to make Techno, Dream and Phil stop is an act of love toward L’Manberg and Wilbur. 

The Disc War Finale, as a whole, can be characterized by love. For Tommy specifically though, this takes many forms. While fighting with Dream, Tubbo is compromised and Tommy is forced to choose between the discs (which he thought were real), and Tubbo. It is true that Tommy hesitated, and it’s definitely not one of his greatest moments. But this hesitation takes place because of the amount of stress he is under. If he gives up his discs, he’ll have Tubbo, but he will not be free from Dream’s harassment. If he lets Tubbo die, which is what Tubbo is insisting on because he knows what the stakes are, then he will be free to live in peace. Despite the offering of freedom, Tommy rejects it in favor of saving Tubbo, his best friend. Tommy gave up what he thought was the only way to be relieved from Dream’s abuse in favor of protecting his best friend. This is an act of love. Later on in the stream, when Tommy was told of Dream’s plan to kill Tubbo, he pleaded for a different option, for any other resolution, if it meant that Tubbo could live. Tommy was willing to place himself in danger, in the hands of his abuser, if it meant that Tubbo could live. I sound like a broken record at this point, but this is an act of love. After everyone on the server piles in and Tommy kicks Dream’s ass, (“Dream, put your armor in the hole” will always be iconic) Dream reveals that he has the power to revive people, and would be willing to revive Wilbur. Here, Tommy is presented with yet another deal that involves his freedom. He can either kill Dream and never have to worry about being targeted by him again, or he could keep Dream around and run that risk for even the possibility that Dream would revive Wilbur. Tommy chooses Wilbur. Time and time again, Tommy chooses Wilbur, because he loves Wilbur. They lock Dream up in prison, Tommy takes his discs, and listens to them with Tubbo while Wilbur speaks to Tommy through the mortal plain. In this moment, Tommy acts with love, and receives it as well. 

The Hotel Arc is Tommy’s healing arc, and it is here where he learns how to direct the love he gives to others to himself. With Dream locked away, he has the opportunity to process his traumas and his actions, which he hadn’t been able to really do since Wilbur’s death. This process helps him reconnect with others and with himself. He gains a better understanding of how he reacts in high pressure situations, and he learns how to really live again, not just survive, without someone else watching over him. He builds the Big Innit Hotel and invites most of the server, including Techno, because he wants his hotel to be a place of refuge if things go to shit. He wanted to be there for others, even for those he wasn’t on good terms with. Obviously, this is an act of love. Tommy does a lot of introspective work at this time, and grants himself the patience to work through his issues. He allows himself to be optimistic, and he works very hard to get better. All of these are acts of love, just directed inward. 

Tommy’s acts of love do not make another appearance until Wilbur’s revival because, unsurprisingly, being killed and then brought back by your abuser does not leave a lot of room for love (though this can be its own essay). Tommy is very callous toward Wilbur when he is first revived, and even says that Wilbur should be dead. Not a great start. But it doesn’t take long for Tommy to begin giving Wilbur a tour of the server. Even when Wilbur says that he never cared for L’Manberg, even when he tries to physically fight Tommy, Tommy never stops giving Wilbur the tour. This is an act of love, because Wilbur is clearly antagonizing Tommy, yet Tommy does not leave when he has every chance to do so. This, however, is unhealthy, and really marks the start of their complicated relationship post revival. This behavior only continues when Wilbur and Tommy create Paradise next to Las Nevadas. Wilbur hurts Tommy here as well by fighting with Quackity over who was the “better choice” and by practically begging Tommy to stay with him. Right before he leaves, Wilbur says, “what could go wrong in a prison?” after Tommy repeatedly stated that Dream was dangerous, and that he died in the prison because of Dream. Clearly, Tommy isn’t being treated well, and he’s aware of that fact. Yet he still decides to stick with Wilbur, even if it’s against his better judgment. He loves Wilbur and now struggles to see himself without him. Tommy staying with Wilbur is an act of love, but like last time, is an unhealthy one. This unhealthy behavior doesn’t really stop at all, and frankly, it just gets worse. 

Tommy really trusts Wilbur, despite having no real reason to. This is an act of love. In the Inconsolable Differences stream, Tommy reveals that he was driven to suicide due to the abuse he endured from Dream. This in and of itself is an act of extreme love and trust. He has not told anyone about what happened to him in Exile, let alone the end result of it. The fact that he told Wilbur is an extreme display of trust. Wilbur then creates a plan to get back at Dream without telling Tommy any of the details. Wilbur just asks Tommy for the discs and to trust him. This is a huge ask. The discs are not only an attachment, but a representation of Tommy’s freedom. And Dream is a touchy, dangerous subject for Tommy. Yet still, he agrees to the plan blindly. This is another act of love. He trusts Wilbur enough to just say yes with little to no questions. Obviously, after the plan is enacted, Tommy is rightfully upset and pissed. Wilbur not only threatened to kill himself again, but he also got rid of Tommy’s discs. This is an extreme breach of trust, and Tommy digs into him. When Wilbur reveals that he didn’t get rid of the real discs, Tommy is stunned into silence. Wilbur explains that Tommy is now free, and Tommy thanks him. None of this stops Tommy from hanging out with Wilbur even more, which is a display of love, but again, it’s unhealthy. Wilbur is aware that he and Tommy are not good for one another at the moment. He knows that they are too reliant on one another, and that reliance hurts them both. He acknowledges that there is love there, but the hurt does not outweigh it. This comes to a head in their last stream together, Boundless Sands. Wilbur, purposefully vaguely, tells Tommy that he is leaving. Tommy notices that Wilbur is speaking the way that Tommy himself used to speak during Exile: vaguely, sadly, with the clear intention of death at the end of it without saying “death” specifically. This, understandably, freaks Tommy out, and when Wilbur does not let up on the vagueness, Tommy hits him with his sword. He immediately regrets this and says, “I never used to be this angry.” This is pretty much the biggest example of why they should be apart. One causes the other too much stress, and it ends with both of them getting hurt. Wilbur then drops the act and explains that he’s going to Utah. Wilbur tells him that he was L’Manberg, and that it was made to protect him. They exchange words and a book, and then Wilbur leaves. Tommy is really upset by this, but he doesn’t try to stop Wilbur from leaving. He doesn’t threaten him with violence, he doesn’t beg. He stands on the shore and watches as Wilbur rows out into the sea. Instead of fighting, he lets Wilbur go in the hope that he’ll be happier. This is the final act of love that Tommy gives to Wilbur, and it is the final act of love that is reciprocated.  Tommy is a story of hope, of friendship, of attachment, of triumph, of primes. Tommy is a story of grief, of brothers, of homes, of healing, of failed pranks. But at the heart of all of it, Tommy is a story of love. It is present in almost every part of his life. By loving others and himself, Tommy learns how to live, despite, despite, despite.

[foxybananaaaz]

I know I'ma regret this. #9 for the angst prompt!

● Golden Thread ●

《 “Of all the times to tell me, why now?” 》

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Summary :: A conversation between Feyre and Elain doesn't go as planned.

Pairing :: SQUINT Elucien

Word Count :: 1k

Authors Note :: It's been so long since you requested! BUT I have been trying to figure out the right way to write this. I'm sorry you waited forever! But here we go!

“You aren’t who he would have chosen as a mate.”

Before the words had even fully sunk in, Elain had turned her head to her younger sister, only to see shock, mixed with frustration on her face. It wasn’t until the words, and their meaning, settled into her mind, that she fought, and failed, the urge to flinch back.

“That didn’t come out the way I meant for it to.” Feyre spoke up again, fully aware of how her original statement affected Elain, even though she wished it wouldn’t have.

Elain, proving to be more stubborn than either her sisters remembered, especially surrounding this topic, simply turned her head, and looked away. She hoped to give the impression that she did not care, nor did she wish to discuss him.

He was visiting, of course. Elains sisters only ever brought up the subject whenever he was around, but not near.

“He thought he had a mate, but the bond never snapped into place.” Feyre spoke, as though Elains dismissal of the topic had not happened.

Closing her eyes, she fought against the surge of jealousy that reared its ugly head. It was not hers, it did not belong to her. The emotion came from that thin golden thread that came from the deepest part of her being, and connected her to the red haired male. The emotion, though she knew what it was, and why it was there, was foreign.

“They loved each other so deeply, they genuinely believed they were mates.” Elains younger sister continued. She continued, ignoring, or just not knowing, the jealousy growing.

Elain hated it. She had no right to react this way. She did not wish to react this way. Yet here she was, jealous enough anyone who did not know the situation, might think that she had not ignored that thread.

“Clearly, they are not.” Elain clipped back. Her words, sharper, her tone, harder than she had planned. She hadn’t intended to respond at all, yet she could not help it.

“No. They aren’t.” Feyre responded, seeming to finally get a sense of where Elains mind was at. “It didn’t stop him from believing she was, even in the centuries after her death.”

Elain, as much as she loved to believe she was great at controlling her reactions, when it came to the golden thread, or him, she had a hard time keeping any reaction to herself, especially when she could not control it.

There was a small flicker of relief at learning this unknown female that he loved so much, had wanted to be his, had wanted the golden thread to tie him too instead, had no longer been alive. She couldn’t help it. She desperately hoped her face remained neutral. What kind of person had any sort of glee learning someone had died, no matter how long ago?

But there was one thing Elain could not figure out. This was not her sister's story to tell. She knew why her sister was telling her. Elain wouldn’t speak to him. But it still wasn’t Feyre’s story to tell.

Beyond that though, Elain was curious.

“Of all the times to tell me, why now?” Though she asked, she refused to look at her sister. Asking the question may have been too much, letting her sister think she was giving too much interest in him. Turning her gaze to her sister wouldn’t help Elain.

“I thought you should know, you aren’t the only one who found yourself in this bond, having had hope for a past love.” Feyre responded.

It was the first time anyone had mentioned, even though indirectly, Greyson, at all since the war. What he had done, had said to her.

He was the reason Elain had started ignoring the heartbeat she could still hear. Greysons cruel words, and the harsh way he spoke to her was the reason Elain would not look within herself, knowing she would only see the golden thread. The way Greyson had broken her heart was the reason Elain refused to look at the male with the red hair.

Refusing to listen to her sister any longer, Elain stood, and walked out of the room, without another word.

She was tired of everyone expecting her to do something about her situation. She couldn’t even try to distract herself, like Nesta could, without this situation ruining it.

Maybe she hadn’t done anything because maybe she may want to be happy like her sisters one day. But that day kept getting pushed further, the more her sisters brought up the topic like she should take pity on him.

Elain hadn’t realised where she was walking, hadn’t caught the flash of red through the window, hadn’t heard his laugh as she turned the corner. She wasn’t expecting anyone to be here.

Yet, when Elain had entered the town house, thinking she might be free of the entirety of him, she ended up face to face with him, barely registering his human friends.

He still had the laughter in his eyes, though it was quickly dying, as he realized that it was Elain who stood in front of him.

Elain couldn’t help the longing, the pain, the sadness upon seeing how quickly his laughter and joy died. She did that to him. And this was the worst part of this bond. The guilt, seeing his expression fall, anytime he saw her.

Though, now, her mind had something new to supply, seeing the fallen joy. Even though her sister hadn’t meant it in a way to be painful, her words came back, which added more uncontrolled, and unwanted pain in Elains chest.

‘You aren’t who he would have chosen as a mate.’

Without saying a word, Elain turned on her heel, and walked back out the front door, completely forgetting why she had come to the town house to begin with.

The only thing on her mind was how Lucien Vanserra’s face always fell, whenever she came into the room, and how it was probably because she wasn’t who he wanted.

THIS, is the first thing I've written in a while! It's short, sorry. But also, tried to keep that angst. Hope I did well?

[lesbianlotties]

Ronancetober Day 13: Apocalypse AU

no thoughts. just ronance falling in love at the end of the world <3

When it was her turn to patrol around their camp to make sure everything was under control and there weren’t any threats nearby, it was easy for Nancy to get lost in thought.

More often than not, she caught herself thinking about everything that happened after the war started. Well, war was a generous term. Most people weren’t fighting back against the zombies, they were just trying to survive the apocalypse. For Nancy, everything started badly and only got worse. They had to abandon her father right away. Ted Wheeler didn’t believe the news, and refused to evacuate Hawkins with his family, he probably died within hours. The traffic and a horde of zombies were a terrible combination, and Karen Wheeler sacrificed herself in order to save her three children. The problem was that her sacrifice left Nancy in charge and, at the time, Nancy barely knew how to take care of herself. She went through hell and back to keep her younger sibling alive for a full week, but when she was on the verge of breaking down, hungry and tired beyond words, she fainted for a couple of hours, and when she woke up, Mike was gone. She freaked out for a few moments before she saw him return… with help. 

Mike had used a radio to contact his friends, and his friends’ friends and, in a couple of hours, Nancy found herself and her siblings joining a camp of survivors. Except for a handful of adults that, miraculously, hadn’t lost their lives trying to guide the younger survivors to safety, most of them were kids and teenagers from Hawkins and nearby towns. All of them had experienced loss and trauma similar to the Wheelers. It was an indescribable relief to find a few familiar faces. Steve, Robin, and most of Mike’s friends were already there. It was sort of surprising that, in a matter of days, Nancy had earned most people’s respect and admiration. None of them had made it longer than a couple of days without help. Nancy had kept her sibling alive a full week. The first time somebody suggested venturing outside of the camp to look for other survivors and resources, Nancy had been among the first volunteers. That was how they finally found El and Hopper. That was how she personally found Chrissy and Vickie. 

Robin wasn’t a big fan of those kinds of missions, the ones that took them far from the camp and into dangerous zones. She was the first one to call herself a scaredy cat, claiming she had bad aim, she was a weird runner, uncoordinated, and probably an inconvenience rather than any help. However, Nancy knew her better than anyone, and she could easily tell when Robin was lying. There was a little bit of truth in most of those statements. Robin could be endearingly clumsy at times. But Nancy had been patrolling with Robin for a long time, and she’d seen that girl expertly hunt for food, run when necessary, fight side by side with Nancy, and never show a single hint of being a liability instead of the asset she genuinely was. The reason Robin lied about her talents was that she wanted to avoid fighting zombies as much as she could, she hated having to pull the trigger, and she was incapable of ignoring the fact that every zombie used to be a real person like any of them. Her heart was too big, and Nancy loved her so much for it.

“Can I ask you something?” Robin blurted out, interrupting the silence of their latest patrol. Nancy immediately shushed her, and Robin repeated more quietly, making Nancy chuckle, “Can I ask you something?”

“Anytime,” Nancy whispered back at her and squeezed Robin’s hand. It wasn’t advisable to hold hands while patrolling around the camp, but it had been a quiet day, and they rarely got any privacy inside the camp, so they liked to make the most of it when they could.

“Did you like me?” Robin asked her softly. “I mean, before… Before.” Robin paused and stared into Nancy’s eyes. When she didn’t immediately get a response and she saw a hint of confusion in Nancy’s eyes, she explained. “It’s not that I’m doubting or questioning anything, you know? I know everything sucks right now but, despite our current circumstances, dating you has been the best thing that’s ever happened to me. But, you know, these really are crazy, crazy circumstances, so I’m just wondering, if things were different, if you’d still…”

“If things were different,” Nancy interrupted her carefully, and looked deeply into Robin’s eyes, trying to convey all her feelings for her in one look, “I would love you just as much, Robin.”

“Yeah?” Robin exhaled, relieved, overjoyed, adorable.

Robin leaned in to kiss her, but Nancy, sadly, had to stop her. “Later, I promise,” she whispered, “Right now I’m going to need you to be very quiet, and pull out your gun, baby. I’m afraid we have company.”

“Fuck,” Robin sighed gravely and did as she was told. Maybe she would have to kill a couple of zombies that day, but it would be worth it, knowing she would be rewarded with another hour of blissful privacy with Nancy pressing her against a tree and kissing her with all the love they shared, a promise that this wasn’t the end for them, not that day, and not any time soon.

[imamonsterfxcker-sorry]

*MY Opinions on dating the Obey Me! brother's*

Couldn't find someone to write it for me so I'm doing it my self(I've never written before, especially on Tumblr, but this idea is driving me insane so I'm putting it in words for my own sake)

Like i said this is mostly for my sake but if anyone can relate or has they're own thoughts on it pls tell me, would love to talk about this more. 😊

This is my opinion/reasons why i personally would never by romantically involved with any of the brothers

English is not my first language so excuse any/all Grammer mistakes cuz I'm also on mobile while writing this lmao

Warning: Slight NSFW (mostly talk), cursing, talk about hitting/hurting someone

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I still would be friends with them, i wouldn't treat them differently but when it comes to being romantically involved with them I would a hundred percent say no, regardless if I like them or have been with having sex with them for a while and feelings arose (so fwb or whatever).

So this is kinda my take on how would I be/explanation if the brothers sin got to much for me or if they were to ask me out and i said no and they were to ask me for the reason.

Lucifer - I (personally) would not date this man bc he's the embodiment of Pride itself and he refuses to be wrong(even if he is) and I'm way to stubborn so we'll clash a lot. Also something I've seen is Lucifer getting mad at mc for failing grades or whatever and MC apologizing like??? I'm sorry but who do you think you are?! Like I struggle with my memory and that frustrates me a lot so if i fail and this man starts to shit on me for it acting like he's a saint I'm gonna drag him out of anger. I'm talking about I'm gonna bring up every single thing he's done wrong, especially how he's the reason all he's brothers fell bc they followed him after he fell(this is mostly based on a other headcanon/theory i found a while back that really intrigued me). Like he'll have to kill me to shut me up bc I hate people criticizing others as if they're perfect or ignore their efforts to do good(like how they all bully mammon despite how they all use there sin as an excuse just like he does)

Mammon - so i wouldn't date him cuz he'll steal from me and if he does I'll brake his ankles without hesitation. Also while i do feel bad for this man being bullied despite greed being his literal sin if he were to steal from me(i collect a lot of stuff like Levi lol) i would make this man wish he died in the war or I would either make him get my item back, buy me a new one or pay back i spent. And honestly? If that were to happen, him stealing, i wouldn't really trust him anymore or at least have the same level of respect for him bc how can you be a thousand year old demon and not have a sure way to have money? Like? My man you're freaking greed! There are humans rn that are a thousand times more greedy than you'll ever be like wtf? How can you be outstaged like that? And he doesn't even really buy stuff(besides cars) he just spends it the minute he gets it but again how can you not know how to make money already?

Levi - sooo oof this is like so hard bc while Levi has almost the exact same taste in everything as me i wouldn't date him bc of his insecurities and hear me out. I know that makes me sound bad but i also have similar insecurities if not the same but i don't use them the same way i feel Levi does? Like i genuinely feel he uses them as a guilt trip bc he wants you and only you and doesn't want to share? Idk if that makes sense but i personally cannot be with someone that needs constant reassurance everytime you even breath near another person and i have my own issues to deal with so i can't be with him

Asmodeus - so here's the reason i won't date him and i stand by it a 100%. This man will cheat on you literally all the time and also he will make you insecure. I'm sorry but i refuse to believe that a single human can keep the avatar of Lust satisfied like that makes no sense to me? The minute y'all finish fucking he's gonna go out and get with some succubus bc he's still horny and ik for a fact he'll say it means nothing bc he loves you and you should understand bc of his sin. Now onto the insecurities, humans have a lot things that causes wrinkles or blemishes hell even ageing a year can change you a lot so i feel like Asmo would point that out A LOT as small comments like "mc try this new cream for your face" or whatever like at first it might seem sweet but it will bring you down.

Satan - okay so I'm actually very 50/50 with this man bc i feel like he'll be a good partner and he's the only one that actually tries to be in control of his sin but that's not always the case. Here's the reason i won't date him, i feel like it'll be a lot of like walking on eggshells with him bc from what I seen it's the small things that make him angry and i wouldn't want to be with a partner that might possibly hurt me for something i couldn't control you know?

Beel - again another character I'm very 50/50 with bc i genuinely see no issue with Beel or his sin. He does seem like a good partner that cares for them and his loved ones. The only issue i see is slightly similar reasons to Satans, that i might be in danger so it's like a gamble with them. Bc Beel goes full demon mode if he's to hungry or you eat his food(even though he's always eating your food), so that's dangerous bc he can hurt you/eat you.

Belphie - so I wouldn't date him for two reasons. One i truly believe this man is a narcissist or just plain psychotic. He'll gladly hurt you bc he knows with a few words you'll forgive him and come back. Two Just his sin. If you want to date this man DO NOT except to go out or celebrate ANYTHING bc he won't care/try to do anything. He'll sleep through it and not feel bad bc i feel like he'll say that you should know who he is by now and not be mad so yeah. Also he killed us so fuck him for that.

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So yeah that's that. Lol i only wrote this bc i saw some writing about the brothers sin and how MC would react but they seemed so sad?(on MC's part, like how MC handled it) Idk if that's the correct word it just seemed to basic? I'm aware that everyone's writing is different and how they interpret the brothers/MC so this is my take on the whole thing and how i would be.

[charkyzombicorn]

Do you have any head cannons about white beard and crocodiles relationship?

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SO Crocodile is ftm, he is Whitebeard's bio son but Whitebeard doesn't believe in biology. Crocodile's mom didn't have the same family values as Whitebeard and their relationship was both long-distance and strained but she didnt want to abort so she had the kid while Whitebeard was still on Xebec's crew but also while Whitebeard was heavily suspicious so he never invited her or their son aboard. He definitely visited though, even if she liked to hold their child over his head a little too much, about how she deserved compensation for raising a child she didn't want, so Whitebeard got his own ship, and Crocodile became his first crewmember at age 2. For a few years Whitebeard only had his baby and him, but then he found a little scrawny blonde boy in the food storage, and Marco became Crocodile's official older brother, since Marco was two years older.

Still, one man and his two kids was not great for a pirate crew, but then he adopted a man in his 30s (one that died in the summit war, protecting his younger siblings until the end), then triplets, then more and more genuine people who were steered wrong by the stork and we're raised by cruel people. Kind and eager and honest people that never got a chance to know a family.

Newgate cared about his children equally, he never held bias towards or against Crocodile and most of the crew didn't even know Crocodile was biologically his.

Then, when Crocodile was 16, he changed his name. Newgate supported him - he had a few sons that were daughters once or daughters that used to be sons, or children that weren't quite either but he loved them all the same. Some of his children didn't understand, but as far as Newgate could see, they tried. They slipped more often than not but they tried. Luckily, Izou had done something similar and could help Crocodile in all the ways Newgate could not.

But then, word got out. Crocodile was his biological child, and the papers never called him his son no matter now many times Garp said he was bugging people about it. Then Crocodile was targeted. The first few attacks Whitebeard and his children could handle, but then they got smart. They shackled his first two children in seastone without raising the alarm, by the time they noticed anything, they were sailing off on seperate marine ships. The marines announced this - they sabotaged the cannons, the crew could only get to one in time, and for all Newgate believed he loved his children all the same,

He went after Marco without a thought.

He couldn't explain why to his crew, he couldn't look Marco in the eye when he demanded to know where his little brother was - the one he was trusted with when he was only 7 because Newgate trusted him - when the crew asked if it was because Crocodile was his blood, Newgate didn't answer.

They were looking for Crocodile day and night regardless of a decision a parent should never have to make. Then a carrier bird dropped a small box on the deck, and Izou opened it and gagged.

Crocodile's hand, the one that used to be smaller than his fingernail but would yank on his hair all the same. The hand that used to fingerpaint all over the ship walls. The hand that Newgate had taught to hold a sword. Pale, bruised, and in a box to mock him.

Newgate turned the ship in the direction the messenger bird went himself by simply cracking the ocean below. Drove the ship forward by grabbing the wind in the sails and pulling. Izou got the others, their eyes glassy and their steps shaking.

Still, no matter how hard Newgate pushed the ship forward, it took four hours to get to the island with a marine base standing tall over the trees.

Newgate's children tore the base apart, Marco pulled Crocodile out with roughly cauterized wounds and a gash cutting his face in half. Tried to help him walk toward the ship, keeping his nervous flames from touching him, tried to call for their father. But when Crocodile looked up and saw Newgate he jerked violently out of Marco's hold. Newgate tried to walk towards him and Crocodile started crawling backwards with one arm while his other was held close. Crocodile looked more terrified than Newgate had ever seen him, and he was looking straight at his father.

"Croc--"

"It was you."

Newgate froze, Marco froze at Crocodile's side. Any of Newgate's children that were near enough were staring.

"You're. They only did this because Whitebeard's first daughter was targeted. Because-- They won't. They won't stop until she's dead." He stumbled on his words, voice cracking, the thin scabbing on his face cracking and bleeding the more his mouth moved. He still looked scared of Newgate, but he managed to glare anyway. "She needs to die on this island. If she doesn't it'll only put us more at risk."

But Crocodile was only 18. Barely more than a child, Newgate wanted to still be his home.

But Crocodile was right. They had almost lost Marco, too. They could loose any number of their family the next attack, while Crocodile is still weak and healing.

So the crew decimated the marine base and everyone in it, gave Crocodile as much medical attention as they could in the short time, built him a small sailboat with a month of rations and finally Crocodile set sail, swearing he would get stronger than Whitebeard one day.

Newgate knew he would.

[atopvisenyashill]

general thoughts-

this is ep 4 & 5, which means i’m onto ep 6 and beyond and that’s usually where i start falling asleep and go “actually there’s another show i could be watching” so that’s gonna be fun aksjdj

if jory has a million fans, i am one of them. if he has one fan, i am that fan. if he has no fans it means i am DEAD.

i think john bradly is kinda awkward at first but i definitely remember him improving. he comes off a bit insincere in some spots to me but he has good chemistry with kit - when sam is like “so you DIDNT know where to put it” and jon runs over to whack him, that feels very genuine, just two boyfriends besties fucking around.

i do love alliser thorne walking in like “i know what you are” can a man not have a giggle with another man. he’s such a hater.

just the immediate, zero hesitation “you’re too fat for your armor” oh i Know ned desires that man carnally

i have completely forgotten why hugh hammer was important i had to go look him up ajsjdh

ned looking back at littlefinger like “alright we’re friends but let’s not get unserious here” when he puts his hand on sansa’s shoulder

JOFFREY STANDS UP IN ALARM (and interest) WHEN SANDOR JUMPS IN, and joffrey keeps looking at robert to see what robert is going to do, he’s like impressed, slightly concerned, excited, then you see robert kinda look joffrey’s way before he says to stop. jack, mark……………deserved award nominations dammit…….

the little fish pin bran is playing with while he’s thinking of his mom…… “from the moment i placed her in your arms to the moment she dies, she will love you” “sometimes i think you are too smart for your own good” IM GONNA SCREAM ACTUALLY.

not i moved closer to the tv to get a look at the lil fish pendant and then ros’ boobs were just right there 😭😭 i’m not saying i don’t respect sexposition but i am saying we could have gotten nedcat sexposition instead of making ros do all the heavy lifting here.

Conleth Hill is so funny as Varys. He’s got perfect comedic timing, his cadence when he’s going back and forth with someone else is always spot on, you’re always getting the feeling he’s laughing at you.

me and my sibling like to decide out loud if it’s a “good enough” reason to use that word and i’m sorry “they say the eyrie is impregnable” “i’ll impregnate the bitch” Not A Good Enough Reason To Use That Word

Ramin is a genius for this score, the way the music in the scene in the Eyrie is so unsettling but never loud, staying at the same low level until tyrion gets to the sky dungeon and THEN starting to crescendo? i love him i would die for him

this renly & loras scene is the sexiest scene in the whole series. the focus on the hair around renly’s nipple. the bitchy way they snipe at each other in between trading new pieces of hot goss. loras bullying renly into committing treason. “if you want hairless maybe you should find a little boy” “i want you” RICH coming from the man who groomed his squire.

jory’s death & this fight scene always stands out in the series and the show does a great job making it stand out too. that absolutely visceral eye horror where jory’s still aware for a few seconds & the way they REALLY let sean bean & ncw start warming up with the sword skills only to CUT THAT SHIT OFF and jaime is so upset but not enough to do anything different. really fun.

changes i noticed

i feel like they made theon much less weird. where is his inappropriate giggling. why is he not flirting with robb’s mom. i do like this convo between him and tyrion though, don’t get me wrong, i love the dynamics of it, and i love the way it’s in conversation with theon’s story as it goes on - both in that he enters another absolutely stupid ass war bc of pride, and also that he’s going to become physically disabled, but here he invokes an ableist insult towards Tyrion to soothe his own wounds over Tyrion taunting him specifically about his fondness for the Starks being so pathetic considering his status as a hostage. Tyrion says something cruel and Theon is cruel right back; this is traumatic and yet just another Tuesday for both of these men.

i remember so much discourse about this tyrion/theon scene and like which one is more ~problematic~ in this scene and it’s like bro. they’re both being huge assholes here for a very specific reason and they both deserved to get clouted what do u want from a convo between two of the most maladjusted characters in this series aksjdj

Having Petyr creepily whisper Sandor’s backstory which he shouldn’t even fucking know in Sansa’s ear instead of letting Sandor tell that story himself. Beyond that I just Don’t understand the fascination d&d seem to have for aiden’s acting and littlefucker as a character, i just don’t get the point of taking like The Foundational Sandor/Sansa scene, which is also Foundational to Sansa’s changing concept of morality and honor, as well as the overreaching concept of what a True Knight is, and giving it to a character who just Does Not Fuck With Sandor Like That. i hate this. it’s one of my favorite scenes and they just destroyed it for what. for a dude otherwise known for being the Worse, Less Sexy version of brian kinney?? rory mccann would have Killed This Scene!! I FEEL RAGE!!!!!!!

ONCE AGAIN they take the kill catelyn makes to save tyrion’s life and give it to tyrion for…..WHAT. FOR WHY. I WANT THEM DEAD FOR WHAT THEY DID TO CAT OMG.

Okay here we go, weird Theon. I think this Theon/Ros scene starts out good but it could have ended better. Like, the way he can’t even go to a brothel without being mocked for being a hostage. His fixation on Tyrion’s sex life. The way he is too close to Ros’ face when he’s talking to her. I like that last “i don’t want to pay for it” “then get yourself a wife” exchange but i think his comment about his father and her return should have been sharper. It’s missing that Pizzaz that the other added scenes have.

They changed up the Council scene by changing the wording to include the “honorable fool” nonsense, and also cut out barristan so ned doesn’t have someone on the council who he actually gets to come around to his argument, as well as cutting several points of his argument. It’s so stupid. They think Ned is so fucking stupid. ugh.

This next Robert/Cersei scene isn’t imo as good a setup as some of the other ones, because I don’t think Robert OR Cersei are emotionally in a space where she could come up there and argue that much with him and still get him genuinely explaining why he feels a certain way to her. On the other hand, the actual dialogue is VERY in character - Robert breaking down his worries about Dany is good, Cersei being both angry but also deeply curious about how to lead the realm, the way they both start drinking together and cracking up at the idea that their marriage is holding the realm together. Amazing. I love the way the redness seeps out of Robert’s face as the conversation turns serious. It’s almost like he wants to reach out to comfort Cersei, but he does it once again in the most selfish way possible by laying this horrible emotional burden on her shoulders. “does that make you feel better or worse?” “it doesn’t make me feel anything.” it’s so good. i can’t believe neither of them were nominated for this.

i also really like this scene for the later parallel they do with Aemon - the way Robert’s love for Lyanna is so meaningless, an excuse for him to disappear into his vices, she was so nonexistent as a person to him that he can’t even remember anything but the idealized stone statue of her face, and here is Aemon so much further removed from his loved ones, so far removed from even when his memory involved seeing, and he pours over every detail in his mind to remember her face

[mags0142]

Nobody’s Son, Nobody’s Daughter

Part V

Hello my loves, here’s the fifth part of my little fem reader x edmund fanfic.

I hope you’ll enjoy!!

Word coun: slightly above 3,6k

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After his pleasing bath Edmund eventually went to bed and tried to push away any remaining thoughts of their visitor. And soon enough he fell asleep, much easier than usual these days.

Althea on the other hand was distraught, hurt, furious. Not only was this Y/N genuinely useful for their investigation, Edmund, his Edmund was starting to fancy her,

However, Althea had to stop himself from continuing further with these thoughts. After all, he knew very well that Edmund was not attracted to men. Even if he wanted to, and knowing Edmund's kind heart he would if he knew, he could not love Althea the way he wanted to be loved.

The King was grateful that he had gotten a good night's rest for the first time since the death of his siblings. In a way however it made him feel guilty. This felt like he was beginning to move on and it felt wrong to do so. It had only been a couple of months at this point.

When the message had reached him he thought the pain would never subside and in a way he was happy about that. Edmund felt responsible for their death, he thought it to be a just punishment to be carrying the hurt until the day he died himself. It was only right, especially because the hurt was supposed to weigh as much as the love he felt for them, infinite. He didn't want the hurt to end because it was a reminder of the love he still felt for Peter, Susan and Lucy. He feared that if the pain was subsiding so would the love, the memories and everything else. Edmund was now the only person in the entire world to know about England, their homeland, their upbringing, their mother and their father. He felt left alone with all this knowledge of a past life that had been wiped from all the records. He felt lost, like a child in a busy market whose parents had wandered off, who was surrounded by tall, scary lookong adults who walked past him.

He stood up and went over to his dresser, pulling out the flashlight he had brought with him to Narnia. The batteries had died ages ago but to him it was still a reminder of the lives they used to live. Of technology, development, the war and their world, their home.

With his siblings' death died not only his family but also his entire past. Edmund loved Narnia and he was proud to rule over this wonderful land, however he did miss England sometimes. He missed the friends he had back there, the convenience of technology, trains and flushing toilets. Susan had tried to introduce the Narnians to the concept of plumbing and trains but they had no interest in learning about all that. Sometimes this all felt like a very strange dream. He didn't admit it to anybody but ever since they had passed Edmund wondered if the wardrobe they first stepped through was still somewhere out there. He wondered if death travelled between worlds or if his siblings would still be alive and well somewhere in England.

In times like these he mostly missed his father. When Edmund was still a boy his father could help him navigate the difficult moments, he would take his hands and lead the way, hug him tightly and give him courage and some good advice. But now Edmund was alone, he felt utterly alone in the universe and he was grieving not only their lives but also his own. Aside from the difficult task of suddenly ruling over an entire kingdom on his own he now also felt responsible to keep their memories alive. No one who was here with him had known him as a child, no one knew even just his parent's names. Despite being so well liked and established in Narnia he couldn't help but feel like a stranger. Like a tumor which had developed here and needed to be killed off. As if he didn't belong here. Narnia was never meant to be left to one single ruler. Their entire rise to power was based on the circumstance of them being siblings. It was rooted in their deep understanding of each other and the ways in which they complemented each other. Being alone felt wrong, it felt lonely. Edmund was torn between embarking on a desperate search for them or staying here to hold down the ship, praying that this was all just a huge misunderstanding and he would hear their voices coming up the stairs in their old house in England one more time.

Without realising Edmund had sunk to the ground and had begun silently sobbing. He clutched the flashlight to his chest struggling to breathe.

"Your Majesty!" Y/N exclaimed as she arrived at his door. The King looked at her as if he had seen all the horrors of the world. "I apologise your Highness, yesterday at the dinner you asked to meet me early this morning to continue our work- I apologise I-" she tried to explain but quickly stopped because the King began calling for something, someone unknown to Y/N through his tears "Dad, dad please ... please come... help me .. dad.." Y/N made a decision then which she knew to be risky but proceeded with anyway. She rushed over to where Edmund lay on the floor and scooped him up, resting his upper body against hers and gently stroking his hair while her other arm held him tight. "It's okay Your Majesty, you are not alone, you are safe, let it out, let it all out." she whispered reassuringly as she held him tightly. She pressed his ear to her chest, hoping the steady sound of her heartbeat would ground him a bit. She sat with him for a long time, holding him as he worked through his tears and called names of people unknown to Y/N. She did her best trying to comfort him and guide him through his pain. It dawned on her that he was not aware who she was at the moment. She felt this anonymity gave her a certain freedom. "Your Majesty, it is all good, you will be fine, I am here ... Edmund, listen to me, I am here. Edmund." his name rolled easily off her tongue. It was foreign to her native language, or any language she knew for that matter but it was a name she liked, it was peculiar but fitted this unique man in her opinion. "Edmund, try to breathe, Edmund." At the sound of his name Edmund slowly calmed down. His feelings hadn't stopped but he was exhausted and he suddenly felt as if the situation had improved somehow. He came to his senses and his vision cleared up. When he realised where he was, in the state he was, with who he was, his eyes widened in shock and embarrassment. "Miss Y/N I am deeply sorry I - I do not know what - I" Y/N felt equally embarrassed and could barely hold back the blush which filled her cheeks "No no no I am sorry Ed- Your Highness. I am sorry if I crossed a line, I never meant to intrude on your privacy like this. You were so very distraught and I was concerned for your safety, I am endlessly sorry." Edmund took a few deep breaths "don't be .. I .. I must admit I lost my composure there and I do appreciate you.. taking care of me."

The two remained this close for quite a while, perhaps longer than necessary. It felt nice to be held like this and even Y/N, through all her efforts to remain professional, had to admit that being this close to such a remarkable man made her feel a bit giddy.

Eventually however, Edmund got up "Y/N, please, after this endeavour, would you please join me for breakfast." he offered and put on a charming smile, extending an elbow to her. Y/N gave him a polite smile and grabbed his elbow "I would be happy to, Your Highness"

Edmund led the two down to the dining hall where a lavish breakfast was already waiting for them.

This time the words came more easily to him. Edmund felt that this involuntary display of vulnerability broke some sort of ice between them and he found himself rather comfortable around Y/N, happy almost.

Althea watched Edmund's sudden change in behaviour and couldn't help but be slightly disappointed. To him it looked like Edmund was trying to seduce her after his newfound pleasure from last night. As if he was simply trying to get her to sleep with him, jeopardising their entire work as a professional team.

After the breakfast Althea practically scolded Edmund "Edmund, please, I understand that you are yearning for.. intimacy , but please satisfy this desire by calling on one of the mistresses, not by serenading our most useful resource in this investigation."

"Excuse me Althea, what in Merlin's name is making you say that!"

"Do you think I don't notice the way you look at Y/N, the way you talk to her. I understand that she is an attractive young woman but don't lose sight of what is important. She is not your toy to play with !"

"Althea! Stop this at once, you know very well I respect women far too much to ever view them as a toy! And I have no intimate intentions with Y/N. I enjoy her company. That is true, I find her to be intelligent, well-educated, pleasant to work with and caring. Yes, she is attractive but we both know I am not one to go around seducing women."

"Caring? ... Whatever, please keep in mind that she is here only for this investigation. She is an employee of the royal court of the Yuvak, even if you two enjoy each other's company her stay here is limited."

Their conversation did lead Edmund to questioning his behaviour towards Y/N. He understood that exploring these feelings was not only dangerous but also in vain, because she was not his to keep.

The following weeks were filled with work and a close collaboration with the Yuvak people. Thanks to Y/N's help a good relationship was established between the two kingdoms and they combined their forces to work against the mysterious men threatening the stability of monarchies. Edmund's excellent military leader skills came in handy and he was able to contribute to the safety measures taken.

Edmund felt like they were making serious progress even though the end of this struggle was still far away. During all this time he tried his best to keep a respectable distance between him and Y/N.

He tried to satisfy his desires and distract himself with other women but his mind always wandered to her no matter who he was with.

Slowly summer was starting to spread its warmth and brightness. This meant their annual Summer's Night ball was approaching. Y/N had heard of it. The two sisters had started this tradition to celebrate the start of the new season, and secretly to find a match for their oldest brother and perhaps themselves. The ball started the official season in the capital and families from all over Narnie came to try and find matches for their children.

"I will bring the seamstress to your room to get you fitted for a dress." Ruth explained cheerfully. "I'm sorry, Ruth please, my current wardrobe is more than satisfying. I do not need a new dress." Y/N tried to shake it off. "But Miss of course you do, attending the Summer's Night ball without a proper dress would be wildly inappropriate."

"The ball? I had no idea I would be attending Ruth, I have not received an invitation." "Yet," added Ruth "You must know, we, the servants, we talk to each other and King Edmund's messenger boy just so happened to catch your name on one of the invitations. Your invitation has been sent out, it just hasn't arrived yet."

"Oh ... in that case I must apologise, you were right then."

While Ruth rushed away to get the seamstress Y/N couldn't help but smile to herself, being invited to a ball by a proper King was certainly exciting and being able to wear a beautiful gown made her even more giddy.

The dress turned out beautiful. It was a proper ball gown and combined with the jewellery she was allowed to borrow for the night Y/N felt like a princess.

Once the ball had started Althea came to her chamber to collect her "Y/N, soon the King will arrive, we should head down."

He had a rather complicated relationship with Y/N, while he did appreciate her help he felt hurt that she got all this attention from Edmund without even trying. However, he also had to face the fact that ultimately this was not her fault. As much as he wanted to blame her he knew better than anybody else that one's feelings were not always obedient.

The ball was breathtakingly beautiful. The decorations, the music, the food, the people, everything was perfect. Y/N's diplomatic heart was filled with joy as she was able to exchange with people from all over Narnia and even beyond that. She enjoyed meeting so many new people and as the night grew darker she became more energetic, dancing with many people, except for one.

The King was dressed in a suit which fit like a second skin, making him look exactly the right amount sophisticated and sexy at the same time. His dark hair was flowing perfectly in the warm breeze of the night and the handsome smile he put on was intoxicating. His face was clean shaven to show off his perfectly chiselled jawline. His broad shoulders were nicely framed by his jacket and the rings he wore highlighted his strong, veiny hands.

Y/N felt a strange fuzzy feeling in her lower abdomen when he entered the hall. With him being the only monarch of Narnia, and unmarried, many royal women made an attempt to get closer to him. Mothers and fathers, eager to marry off their daughters to the best possible man, were flocking around him like vultures surrounding a carcass. He entertained some of them out of politeness but he knew he wasn't interested in any of them. He only had eyes for one woman, who was currently spinning over the dance floor in a dress more beautiful than all the stars in the sky combined. When he looked at her he could no longer resist the feeling of desire that overcame him. He was so full of her he could barely eat that night. The fabric flowed in a way that made it look like she was floating and the colour perfectly matched her skin colour. He recognised the jewellery she was wearing, the sparkling diamonds were part of the royal collection. These pieces didn't initially belong to the Pevensies, they had been passed down from past monarchs. He was so caught up in the way she looked he didn't even wonder who gave her the permission to wear them.

When she eventually left the crowd of people to catch some fresh air the King sneakily followed her.

He found her on the balcony of the grand library, leaning against the railing, looking out into the summer night. She looked so happy, so beautiful so much like Y/N the man couldn't help but approach her. It was as if his mind and reason had given over the control of his body to some primal urge which he had tried to bury unsuccessfully and which was now breaking out of him like the eruption of a volcano.

"Y/N!" he called and she just managed to turn to face him when he cupped her face and pressed his mouth onto hers before she could protest. Perhaps it was the alcohol she had consumed but Y/N saw no issue in leaning into the kiss. She gently pressed her hands on his chest and this time it was her turn to feel his heartbeat. Only he wasn't calm, his heart was beating rapidly and it matched the eagerness of his kiss. She couldn't help but smile. "Your Highness I-" "Please" Edmund panted "call me Edmund, at least for now, at least for tonight."

"Edmund, I .. I don't know what to say." "Don't worry Y/N I already know everything I need for tonight" he whispered and grabbed her waist, kissing her roughly as he carried her to one of the tables and setting her down. It was as if they had given up control to their hidden desires. In the privacy of the darkness with the crowd only being a background noise the two finally let loose. They finally gave in to all the attraction they had been feeling and denying themselves for weeks. If it weren't for the clothing between them their bodies they would have devoured each other whole. Y/N felt how strong and muscular Edmund really was. She let her hands travel over his broad shoulders and down his chest until she could feel his defined abs underneath his shirt. It was intoxicating to be pinned down by such an attractive man. After all, Edmund was head of the royal army, he was the best soldier they had of course he was incredibly fit.

Y/N considered herself a well off woman, she enjoyed the pleasures of education and employment, in many ways she saw herself as equal to most men she encountered. But there was something so arousing about the clear dominance Edmund had right now. The way he was leading the kiss, holding her body in place and shielding her from their surroundings so that all her senses were consumed with Edmund, Edmund, Edmund.

Her mind was blank, all she could feel was the wetness between her legs and subsequently the hardness growing between his. Y/N rarely engaged in intimate activities, it was a side effect of her profession that she had to maintain a certain distance between herself and almost anybody else. But she was more than happy to leave that behind for tonight as she let her hand travel down Edmund's body and into his trousers. When she finally grasped his aching cock Edmund let out a strained moan "Oh fuck Y/N, you have no idea how much I have wanted this, how much I have wanted you, needed you." Y/N ceased the moment of weakness and switched their position. With Edmund being pressed up against the edge of the table she slowly sunk to her knees while opening his trousers. She looked up at Edmund and met his desperate eyes, screaming for relief, panting as he gripped the table. She looked deeply into these dark eyes and she knew right then and there that not even a guillotine could take away the head she was about to give to this man.

With that she dived in, she engulfed his penis and began to suck on it like a starving woman devouring her meal. She used her hands to work over the length she couldn't cover with her mouth. The girth and length of his cock was intoxicating and she found herself enjoying the sensation of her lips being stretched open. She put in all the effort and Edmund's delicious moans and grunts made it more than worth it to her. "Bloddy hell Y/N for fuck's sake keep going- please- I - argh" Edmund struggled to speak, his voice sounded raspy and he seemed out of breath, so instead he grabbed her hair and guided her head up and down his cock. Y/N happily gave it her all and relaxed her throat to take in more of him. She swirled her tongue around his tip as she sucked. Edmund gripped the table so hard he almost broke off a chunk. Y/N blinked away the tears forming in her eyes and looked up at him with the most innocent look she could put on and Edmund almost went feral in that moment. All the feelings he had ignored, the yearning for her touch, it was all catching up to him at lightning speed and he was overwhelmed by pleasure. With her performance and his pent up desire it didn't take long for him to unleash everything he had into her mouth. Like the eager woman she was, Y/N diligently swallowed every last drop and proudly showed off her clean tongue to the man struggling to stand above her. "Y/N I - I have no words, I haven't felt this good since .. I don't even know" he picked her up and kissed her once again.

"Edmund, please, I'm afraid, the guests, they will have noticed your absence by now" Y/N whispered, afraid to speak the words herself.

Reluctantly Edmund stopped kissing her and gently put her down on the table again "as always Y/N, you are correct .. and I will return but please, I beg you, come to my chamber tonight instead of yours, I would hate for this to be our only encounter." he adjusted his clothing and fixed his hair before cupping her cheeks once more. "Please, consider this a pause, not an end." he kissed her sweetly one last time and gave her a wide smile before heading back to the ballroom.

So, Y/N was left alone with her own arousal, she didn't feel neglected though but rather motivated to get what she wanted later. She took her time to adjust everything and hide any evidence of their little meeting before also returning to the ball.

[a-non-ymouswriter]

Naturally, I am Very Interested in hearing literally anything about Remix. But aside from that, the titles of "God's Most Faithful Hater" and "My Son is the Final Boss" are very intriguing!

The later because I read that Webtoon (among many others); the former because I love Tommy angst /and/ religious themes in this fandom can be really fun. There's no telling what direction any given person will go for DSMP gods and thus no telling what new (to me) ideas they might have that I could fall completely in love with.

...And after looking up what CYMK is, I think I'm legally obligated to be curious about "Wandering The Border". Dimension hopping my beloved.

I hope that's not too many? I have so much fun with your stories, it's hard to cut it down from "all of them, please!"

i very much understand, there's a reason why i listed only those when i have a few more dusting away on my shelf lmao. BUT LET'S GET INTO THESE THREE!!

gonna cut this bc it's long

God's Most Faithful Hater - A DSMP Fantasy AU Summary -> Tommy Innit is the most devout, religious, faithful follower Ranboo has ever met. It's hard to believe at first, but everyday without fail, Tommy would pray to XD, hold the silver and green x-cross necklace (the symbol of his religion and his god's crest) whenever he got angry or anxious, and would reprimand Tubbo if he ever jokingly swore by XD or Prime's name.

Ranboo thinks it's nice that Tommy was so faithful to his god, it wasn't for him personally but hey, everyone had something they put their faith into.

Only he finds out that his initial thoughts to be very much, untrue. Well, Tommy is faithful. But he has no love for XD and his religion, no.

He has nothing but contempt and hatred for the malicious God that sunk its divinity into his very soul.

Details and Thoughts -> basically xd cursed tommy to be 'faithful' and be his unwilling follower.

i got this inspiration from Tanya the Evil, both the anime and manga. for those who don't know, it's about a man reincarnated as a little girl in fantasy imperial germany during world war 1 because he was agnostic and 'god' decides that the man needs to be faithful and believe in god. it's a cool anime, i suggest you pick it up.

but i only took 'forced to be religious' from the anime and applied it AND angst to tommy in this au. the more original side of it is that tommy is unwillingly immortal and constantly haunted and 'put to the test' by xd.

those tests are very dangerous, and the only way to get out of them? pray to xd, praise xd and such to save him, the unworthy and unwilling.

of course sometimes tommy can pass those 'tests' or other situations without praying to xd, but as time passes, tommy just ends up praying to xd. mostly after his past adopted family nearly died because he didnt pray to xd. that past family? sbi ofc but thats for later down the line.

the shot would be focused in ranboo's pov in the first part. how he and the others are friends with tommy and talking about how surprisingly religious tommy was. unknowing that tommy kept praying every day for their sake, and to stave off xd's malicious actions.

make no mistake, tho tommy prays and praises xd outwardly, he still fucking hates the damn god. and his internal prayers always, always has him damning xd. which both amuses and annoys said god, but somehow tommy's prayers are at least genuine and stuff, enough that he has to keep his word and not fuck shit up for tommy.

i'd say more but, we need to get to the others lmao.

My Son is the Final Boss - DSMP AU Wilbur-centric Summary-> None Yet

Details and Thoughts -> so this one is very unfinished and was back when techno was alive actually. around then i was reading a webtoon called My Daughter's the Final Boss or something- basically it was about a dad whose daughter, as told by title, became the final boss of a world-ending apocalypse.

it starts w the dad having to confront the daughter that he had abandoned in the past, who grew up terribly and abused and turned into an apocalyptic event boss. The Final Boss. and in that confrontation he...

turns his back on his allies and tries to protect his daughter from them. dying as a result.

but of course, the webtoon continues and the dad is time traveled back to BEFORE he sent his daughter away (he had issues and shit and was an asshole really) so he decides that he was gonna prevent every bad thing that happened to him, his daughter, prevent the death of his daughter's mother, etc etc

so yeah basically that, but with wilbur and fundy. i think i was reading a lot of fundy angst and sbi angst when i thought of it while reading.

i might revisit this shot again, but morph it bc im trying to catch up with QSMP and i love tallulah. and recently read a fic of fundy and tallulah being twins and i just love that. wilbur gets to be angsty over TWO children lol but no promises it's only an idea that hasn't even flourished

Wandering the Border - CMYK AU Dimension Hopping Summary -> Yeah this one doesn't have a summary either sorry

Details and Thoughts -> it says so on the tin; dimension hopping cmyk! EXCEPT

all four of them are dimension hopping separately and are constantly meeting each other... in the wrong order. in different spanning dimensions, and each of them hop dimensions in differing ways.

for example:

T̸̢̧̞̯̠̖̱͖̙͚͎̈́͒̅͑̇̋͐̃͒h̷͙̻̖̞̾̇̂̎̊̀̈̌̏͝ě̶͖̖͂̔͗̿̌̒͗̔̚s̷̛̫͙̤̯̬͕̺͂̐̊̓̐͒̂̕͠e̶̻̓̍̀͋͘û̶̲̾̊͒s̸͓̉͊̇̃̆͛̀͘͝͝ aka Tommy Innit- Chaos Demon currently cursed with dimension hopping because he pranked his dimension's Chaos Demoness Goddess Drista. He cannot stay in one dimension long, pain will overtake his body if he stays for more than a week, sometimes more than a few days or even hours. It's randomized whether or not he can stay or withstand the pain of staying. He is the 'youngest' and 'latest' of the friend group.

Experiment T-U88-Oasis aka Tubbo - A test tube experiment genius, actually the youngest (he's only been alive for 5 years, 3 of them dimension hopping) but technically the oldest in terms of dimension hopping? He always seems to be the one ahead of the curve, meeting others and referencing meet ups that haven't happened yet for the others. Rare instances of other others meeting a younger him that is so unlike the chaotic, hyper Tubbo that they know of. He stole an unfinished experimental device that lets him dimension hop, he keeps fiddling with it, which makes him hop dimensions- or well, it sometimes short circuits on its own and he's gone.

Lethe aka Ranboo - Initially from a superhero universe, Ranboo's powers were mostly about teleportation. Short range, sometimes long range if he could focus and had the stamina for it. He and his superhero mentor ended up busting a villain lair who was messing with powers. Something happened, Ranboo's powers got MAJORLY messed up and he ended up hopping dimensions and losing his memories. He didn't even know his name was Ranboo or his actual superhero name- Tubbo named him Lethe the first time they met, even gave him his trademarked memory journal. Ranboo's powers are unstable, each use has him forgetting all over again, but slowly, over time he doesn't forget. Slowly though.

Purpled - He's a regular teen and mercenary. He does odd jobs, REALLY odd jobs and somehow he's in every dimension all three of them have been to? Second 'eldest' to the group, he's been at this almost as long as Tubbo has. They have no idea how he's dimension hopping and Purpled refuses to answer it straight, not even Tubbo knows how he's going at it and technically he's the oldest! Purpled's the one with the most mystery, he's 'normal'. Fully human with no powers whatsoever, just pure martial skill, however from his travels that he somehow goes on, he has the most stuff. Weapons, items, etc.

so yeah, dimension hopping cmyk :) again i could go on but this has gone long enough.

maybe ask me again if you'd like to know more. or more about the other shots that are dusting away on my shelves. it was really fun talking about this stuff :DD