#they’ll fight like lions if they need to

[lilislegacy]

idk if this is an unpopular opinion or not, because i’ve seen a lot of people say stuff like “percy knows better than to go against annabeth”

but see, most people - anyone with a brain, really - are way too scared to challenge annabeth. because 99% of the time, she’s right. she’s always the most intelligent person in the room. shes not only logical and strategic, but she’s sharp, cunning, and even manipulative if she has to be. (as we’ve seen when she’s faced monsters). no one goes against her. one wants to, no one dares.

expect percy. if there’s one thing he knows how to do, it’s argue with annabeth. it’s like breathing. but unlike when they were kids, they don’t truly fight over stupid things. sure, they bicker and squabble over little things, because that’s who they are as a couple. but percy is the only person who will actually challenge her on something real. something big. he doesn’t do it lightly, because he knows how smart she is. but if he truly believes there’s another angle to something, or that she’s wrong because maybe she doesn’t have all the information, or maybe his heart is just in a different place - he’ll go against her. we see it in mark of athena a couple times. (their face-off kinda puts hazel in a trance). in BotL, there’s an argument between them, and i remember it’s stated that watching them argue is like watching an intense tennis match. its heated and fast paced. people make fun of percy for being dumb, and yet percy is the only one that can keep up with annabeth. he knows her better than anyone. he doesn’t think the same as her, but he knows how she thinks. so yeah, he will call her out. he’ll tell her he disgrees. he’ll even tell her that she’s wrong. and people think he’s crazy when he does it.

but annabeth respects the hell out of him for it. and while she might dismiss anyone else immediately, she won’t with him. because she respects him tremendously, and knows if he’s challenging her, there’s something to it. it doesn’t mean she’s gonna let him win, or that she’s gonna back down, because they are both ridiculously stubborn and determined. but he’ll go head to head with her. he’ll have a screaming match with her. and she loves him for it. she respects him for it. and she finds it ridiculously attractive.

because percy and annabeth are equals.

#percabeth #they’ll fight like lions if they need to #they are equals #despite what anyone might say #percy jackson #annabeth chase #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo

[charlosvibesonly]

New Romantics

A Max Verstappen Imagine

Pairing : Max Verstappen x fem! reader

it’s mostly fluff, with a few kisses, banter, fights, and a hope that they’ll get through it all❤️

To say she was nervous was an understatement. She had dreamed of this moment all her life. As she walked to the motorhome, she tried to calm her nerves. She was intelligent and confident, and she was going to fit in just fine. The weather was a little hot for her taste, her Red Bull t-shirt was going to be soon drenched in sweat if she stood in the Bahrain sun any longer.

“Y/N! So glad you found your way out!” her team leader said. A few faces were familiar, she had interned with them before, but now she had retired as a permanent member of the team. A mechanical engineer, she was going to work as a Structures Analyst. The job was demanding, yet thrilling. And, she was finally going to work with the race team. No mistakes are all she wished for. The Bahrain GP was on Sunday, barely three days from now. She was introduced to the remaining team and jotted down to work.

However, her eyes searched for the Golden Boy. She wouldn’t admit it but the drivers were also part motivation for her along with the engineering marvel cars. It was her daydream to run into Charles Leclerc on the paddock and have an awkward interaction, one thing would lead to another, and before you knew it, they would be madly in love. She smiled to herself as she thought about it. But getting distracted wasn’t going to help. The free practice was going to start in about an hour, which meant work was coming her way. She had to be aware, observe, and analyze the data so that the Golden Boy crosses the line first on Sunday. 

It was lunch break when she ran into someone on her way to the table. The coffee spilled both on her and the person she had bumped into. “Fucking hell!” the man said. The coffee was hot, and it had burnt her hand a little, but the man got the full blow on his chest. She raised her eyes to apologize. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It can’t be him! The blue eyes looked angry. “I’m so sorry Max,” she said quickly. “Yeah next time please keep your eyes open while walking,” he replied and then pushed her aside and continued walking. What a jerk! She thought to herself. She cleaned up the mess and retired to her desk, hoping the free practice would take her mind off it. 

The free practice was average. Max was angry with the performance. Checo also complained a little. This meant she was going to be here till the morning. After probably what seemed like the most exhausting and exciting hours, she left the motor home. She was drowsy and extremely tired. She needed those three hours of sleep permitted by the leader. On her way out, she bumped into someone again. “Oh Lord! Are you fucking blind?” the voice said. “Hey! I’m sorry. And maybe you can learn to talk politely,” the words left her mouth without her realizing. “Oh really. What am I supposed to say? Sorry Ma’am, you walk like it’s your road, I made a mistake by coming in between,” Max said sarcastically. She had had enough.” Look. I said I was sorry. You don’t have to be such a bitch. I have spent the last nine hours improving the car with the team. I know you don’t like to be polite, but at least don’t act like a jerk!” she said in a breath and walked away.

God! She hated him. The Golden Boy was ruining her first day at work. On her way to the hotel, she scrolled through Twitter, liking every Charles appearance, and post there was. That did improve her mood significantly. Work was going to be difficult, especially when it was so easy to bump into the lion. A few races had passed. It was the Monaco GP this weekend. Max Verstappen had won every fucking race till now. But that did not improve their dynamic at all. He constantly hurt her pride, so she bruised his ego. The hate was mutual. The interactions they had had so far were bitter. Neither trying to back down and always tearing the other person apart. The bitter banter continued during strategy meetings. Y/N would present her analyses, and Max, ever the provocateur, couldn't resist the urge to undermine her efforts. "You sure you're looking at the right data? Wouldn't want us all going in circles," he remarked with a dismissive tone, casting doubt on her competence.

Y/N, unyielding, retorted, "I'd be more worried about your ability to follow a straight line on the track. Might help if you focused on driving instead of insulting."

The worst part was, now he knew her name. 

She hoped to never run into him again, but that meant to leave this job. And she wasn’t going to leave because of that jerk. She kept her head low and did keep her eyes open while walking. Needless to say, the work kept her busy, and her team appreciated her work ethic. “Y/N do you want to join us for a little party in the evening? The whole team is coming.” Ava, a colleague of hers asked. “Sure! I‘ll be there!” she replied. A social event in Monaco seemed exciting. The harbor looked so pretty in the evening and the restaurant overlooked the beautiful sea. Her little black dress for this moment. She was here for fun and nothing was going to ruin it. Until she saw him. He looked different. Nice different. It was probably the missing Red Bull clothing that almost felt like a part of his skin. But the sky blue shirt complemented his eyes. He looked very handsome. She turned away. Was it the weather? Why was she feeling so hot suddenly? She excused herself and made her way to the balcony. Fanning herself, she took deep breaths. “Not throwing up are you? Don’t ruin the sea with your sick!” Max said smirkingly. “Oh I’m sure, it was ruined the day you set foot here,” she tried to harm but failed. Had he done something to his hair? He smelled heavenly too. “Haha. You don’t look so shabby today,” Max tried to make amends. “You don’t look half bad either. Is it the missing Red Bull clothes? Didn’t it hurt to rip your skin?” Y/N added. Max leaned in closer and whispered,” Lord why do you have to be so hurtful? I am just trying to be nice here.” She wanted to believe him. But she also liked teasing him. “Oh yeah? And why are we so saintly today? The air, or the drinks to be blamed?” she asked. Max looked straight into her eyes. His face was close. Or not. She wasn’t tall enough to decipher. He moved closer. There was laughter from the rooms within. Someone was going to see them here. She tried to move away and turned. Max held her hand and pulled her back. They were too close. She could feel his heart beating. “It's you. Y/N. No drink can ever make me compliment you.” Max said. She tried to read his eyes. They felt honest. Desperate. And he leaned in closer. Pressing his lips on hers. Neither pulled away. There was a loud sound from within. And Max stopped. He looked into her eyes and said,” So this shuts you up.”

She was back in the motor home. It was race day. She had always seen the grandeur of the Monaco GP on TV but she could finally experience it! She was excited and used it as a distraction to avoid thinking about the other night. Max Verstappen had kissed her. But nothing happened after that. She had pulled away from him and said, “No. This isn’t right. I don’t like you. Yes, maybe today you look perfect, and it was the need of the moment. But let’s forget about it.” And she walked away, disappearing from the party, and walking the streets of Monaco alone. She was really glad nobody had found out about that little incident, she was afraid that would jeopardize her job. But she kept revisiting that night every so often. “Y/N! I need the results for these simulations ASAP! There must be no mistakes,” her team leader ordered. She got out of her daze and started working. The race was going to start in an hour. Having been glued to the screen for more than four hours, she needed a break. She went to the coffee machine. While carrying the coffee, she remembered the first time she ran into Max. The hot coffee spilled over both of them, and those cold blue eyes. Fuck. Why couldn’t she stop thinking about him? She thought maybe it was an after-effect. That it would take time for her to move on. She was lost in her mind when Max came in the corridor from his room. No. She hadn’t seen him since they kissed, she hadn’t even waited for his answer. She felt selfish and guilty. Max looked at her and said, “Not going to spill that coffee again on me, are you? I don’t have a spare outfit either.” But he wasn’t being condescending. He was smiling. No. That wasn’t a good sign. He wanted to act nice and maybe be friends with her. But no. She despised him and one kiss was never going to change that. She looked at him and said, “No way. An arsehole once told me to keep my eyes open and walk.” And she walked away without a word. Why was she being so petty? He was just being a nice person and making amends. Although she always struggled when someone got way too close to her. She disliked being so vulnerable unless she was sure about that person of course. He wasn’t that. And in one moment of weakness, she had distanced herself from Max even more.

The summer break had started. Normally, this meant vacation for drivers, but for Y/N the work never stopped. And she liked it that way. It was all she had dreamt of and she was finally working with such cool minds. She was at Milton Keynes, along with the rest of her team. The break meant that they could study the car even more, and find areas of improvement for next year. She was happy to be away from Max. It felt like she could never escape him. Post her snide remark, there wasn’t much conversation between them, but she had felt his glances on her. Their eyes met frequently, and they held each other's gaze till someone backed down. Why were they always testing each other? She could never tell. The highlight of the summer vacation was probably Charles and the fan accounts that constantly updated his ventures. God! He looked hot in summer. She had seen him so frequently on track, but she never got the courage to go and talk to him. 

It was a fine evening when Y/N was making her way home. She pressed for the lift and she stood frozen when it opened. Max was standing in the lift. Alone. Would it be rude if she didn’t step on? Maybe.  Keeping her pride aside she stepped into the lift. Their eyes met. She mumbled a low hi. “Oh! Now you are talking?” Max said. His voice had an edge. Anger perhaps. “What does that mean?” Y/N asked. He stepped closer. Oh no. It was happening again. “Max I told you this isn’t right. I could lose my job!” she almost pleaded. “ Bull shit! You are a coward. Running away every time you see me, and yet you look into my eyes like a lover. I fucking hate that I even think about you,” Max spitted. “I am not a coward. And yes maybe I might have a little crush on you. But see the reality, Max. It’s never going to work out for the good,” she said almost crying. The blue eyes looked stormy. She was scared of what he would say next. But the elevator had reached the parking and the doors opened. She tried to walk out first. But he stood in front blocking her way. “We’re not leaving till we’re done talking. You can’t keep running away every fucking time!” he thundered. The elevator doors closed. And he pressed the highest floor number. “Tell me why this won’t work, and I will let you go. And your fucking job doesn’t count because no, this won’t jeopardize it,” he commanded. Y/N took a few steps back, their eyes never leaving each other. “I… I… I…” she tried to find an answer. “Thought so,” he said as he grabbed her face with his hands and started kissing her. Passionately. She kissed him back as a single tear ran down her cheek. Things were going to get messy now, but at this moment maybe she could forget all about it. He pushed her against the door, as the walls she so carefully built to avoid him, came crashing down.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N found herself reluctantly drawn into Max's world. Their dates were filled with laughter, shared interests, and an undeniable chemistry that seemed to defy their initial animosity.

Amid the twinkling lights of Barcelona, Max and Y/N found themselves caught in a moment of quiet connection. "You know, you're not as tough as you want everyone to believe," Y/N remarked, a playful glint in her eyes. Max shot her a smirk, the city's glow accentuating the curve of his lips. "Maybe, but at least I'm not pretending to be a cold hearted person who will kiss someone and leave." Y/N chuckled, "Touche. But there's more to you than this tough exterior. I can see it." Max arched an eyebrow, "Oh, can you now? What exactly do you see?"

"A person who's passionate, determined, and maybe a bit afraid of letting others see the real you," Y/N replied, her gaze holding his. Max's expression softened, and he sighed, "You're not entirely wrong. But don't get too comfortable analyzing me, Y/N. I might surprise you yet."

Their journey continued across different countries, accompanied by stolen kisses and whispered promises. Max proved to be surprisingly attentive, and Y/N found herself gradually lowering the walls she had built so meticulously.

It wasn’t always a smooth ride though.

The tension between Y/N and Max reached a boiling point during the Italian Grand Prix. Work consumed their time, and the struggle for the championship intensified. Late nights turned into early mornings, and the weight of responsibility strained their relationship.

It was a race weekend filled with high stakes, and the atmosphere in the paddock was charged. Y/N, buried under the weight of her responsibilities, felt the strain as she tried to balance the demands of her job and her evolving relationship with Max. Y/N, exhausted, confronted Max. "I'm here to help the team win, not to be your punching bag," she snapped, her patience wearing thin. Max, equally stubborn, shot back, "Well, maybe you should focus on doing your job instead of trying to prove something to me." The words hung in the air, poisoning the atmosphere. The intensity of the argument grew as frustrations, both personal and professional, intertwined. "I can't keep doing this. I won't be an afterthought in your life," she declared, storming out of Max's room, leaving behind a lingering silence.

Days passed in silence, each avoiding the other, until the tension became unbearable. Max, realizing he couldn't let pride destroy what they had, decided to make amends. Armed with a bouquet of Y/N's favorite flowers, he knocked on her hotel room door.

Y/N opened the door, not expecting him at all. Max stood there, his expression softening. "I messed up," he admitted.

She sighed, a mix of frustration and relief washing over her. "You think flowers will fix everything?"

Max stepped closer. "No, but I hope they're a start. Can we talk?"

Y/N hesitated but finally nodded. They settled into the room, and Max began, "I care about you, Y/N. More than I thought I would. I don't want us to fall apart over this."

She looked at him, torn between hurt and the lingering affection she couldn't deny. "Max, I can't keep being the second priority. I have a job, a career, and I can't let it crumble because of us." He took a deep breath, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I get it, Y/N. Let's find a balance. I'll try harder." As they talked through their concerns and fears, a newfound understanding emerged. Max left, promising to be more considerate, but little did they know that their world was about to be rocked unexpectedly.

A few days later, Max posted a casual photo of the two of them on Instagram. The picture was seemingly harmless, but the internet detectives quickly connected the dots. Speculation spread like wildfire, and Y/N's identity became a topic of heated debate.

Max, aware of the storm he had unintentionally unleashed, took to Instagram with a stern expression. "Leave her the f*** alone," he declared, his post garnering mixed reactions from fans.

Y/N, caught in the crossfire, faced the consequences of public scrutiny. Colleagues eyed her with uncertainty, and online trolls intensified their efforts to uncover every detail of her life. The pressure reached its peak, threatening to shatter the fragile normalcy they had built.

It took a toll on Y/N. It made her fearful of stepping out. She started cancelling their dates, and even wished Max would just start hating her for all of this to be over

But Max had had enough. He wasn’t let her run away again. Yes, he was being selfish, but he couldn’t bear to lose her. He stormed into her room one evening . "I’m not letting them ruin this for you," he said, sincerity in his eyes. "I care about you, Y/N, and I'll do whatever it takes to protect you from this madness. But you have to be brave too. I know I’m asking you a lot. But I really like you. I don’t wish to be parted from you."

Her eyes met his, a mixture of gratitude and apprehension swirling within. "Can you promise that this won't complicate things between us?" she asked, the gentle night breeze carrying the weight of unspoken fears. There was a pause, and then she added, "And what about when the championship pressure builds up? Will we withstand the storm together, or will it tear us apart?"

Max nodded. "I won't make promises I can't keep, Y/N. But I'll be damned if I let anything or anyone jeopardize what we have. We face it together, no matter how tough it gets. No sugarcoating, just real. Are you in?"

“Yes. I am,” Y/N assured.

The road ahead was uncertain, but at that moment, Y/N found solace in Max's commitment. The storm outside might rage, but in each other, they discovered a sanctuary amidst the chaos.

#max verstappen #f1 #charles leclerc #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen imagines #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fic #formula 1

[itsabouttimex2]

Would this platonic yandere let you leave?

Explanations below/Click photo for higher res

DBK and PIF simply don’t see any reason to let you leave. If you want something, they can just have a bull mech get it for you. Besides, why would you want to go anywhere? You have your adoring and powerful parents right beside you. There’s no need to leave their side.

Chang’e might seem poorly placed, but she lives on the moon. It’s not that she wants to keep you locked away or isolated, but she genuinely cannot let you go anywhere. Hers is out of necessity, not choice. To be fair, you get to explore the whole moon and can even visit her factories, you aren’t locked in a tiny room or anything.

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Wukong, as long as you have some kind of fighting skill, will let you venture into the city of Megapolis. He’ll fly you there on his cloud and “drop you off” before using the 72 Transformations to follow close behind you, ensuring that no dangers draw near. If you catch him, he’ll very unconvincingly write it off. “Stalking you? Pshaaaw! Naw, what gave you that idea? I just came here to, uh, buy some stuff!”

Macaque will tail you from the shadows. There’s not much to say. He’ll drag you into the darkness with him if he senses any danger, and chuckle when you get angry about being followed. Expect something like: “I’m just looking out for you, kid. You should be grateful, really.”

Huntsman takes pride in his fighting, tracking, and hunting skills, and following after you is just a non-lethal combo of the last two. His ego swells with each step he takes, just out of your sight. And if anyone tries to hurt you… those skills will go back to being lethal very quickly.

Peng will watch you from the skies, keeping a close eye out for you, ensuring that you both keep out of trouble and behave appropriately. If the need arises, they’ll swoop down and interfere. Most likely, it’s to ward away a troublemaker. Though, they’ll be very proud if you defend yourself. Their little nestling, growing up too fast.

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MK wants to go where you go! If it’s somewhere loud and exciting, all the better! Even if you intend to head somewhere less his style, like a library, he’ll still hook his arm around yours and follow you along. (He’ll enjoy that trip a lot more if you read out loud to him.) Don’t think you can just up and ditch him, either. He’ll use his Gold Vision to pinpoint your location immediately, and race off to join up with you again. From there on, he’ll make sure to keep a tight grip on you, ensuring that you won’t get “lost” again.

Azure Lion fancies himself your defender and guardian, and hates the thought of you being unhappy nearly as much as he hates the thought of you getting hurt. He tries to be reasonable and fair with you, which includes letting you leave whatever serves as your shared dwellings. Only when he’s beside you, of course. He trusts himself to strike down any threat to your well-being, and has the power to follow through on that promise.

Ne Zha has lived through many fights and battles, and understands that danger can come from even the most unsuspecting of places. With this in mind, he’ll accompany you to wherever you wish to go, surveying the surrounding area as he walks with you. And he will be bringing his spear. He’d honestly rather not use it, but he’s playing it safe. Woe to any security guard who tries to separate it from him.

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Mei canonically has trackers on all her friends. This is not something she sees as a breach of privacy or overstep of personal boundaries. It’s just something everyone wrote off when they learned about it. So if anyone finds out or you try to tell one of your friends, they’ll probably just shrug it off as “classic Mei” and move on with their day.

Red Son is not a fool, thank you very much! He knows that tailing you everywhere you go will only upset and drive you away (he learned that the hard way), and that he can only tag along so many times before it gets suspicious that he always shows up right when you’re about to do something or go somewhere (learned that the hard way too). So he decides to slap a tracker onto your phone and call it a day, like there’s nothing wrong with that. Since the tracker isn’t discreet at all, you’ll pop it off and throw it away. Expect him to get start getting creative after that. (He just goes to ask Mei for help.)

Syntax is a practical and rational man. He knows that stuffing you away inside will only breed resentment, but that letting you roam freely runs the risk of you escaping from his grasp. Wiring a tracker to the inside of your phone solves both problems. He’ll also hack into the camera so he’ll always be able to see what you’re doing. You’re granted free reign to wander and explore as you please (within the bounds of the city) all while under his careful surveillance.

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Pigsy just wants you to be responsible, really. As the de-facto father figure in your life (in his own eyes), he needs you to be honest and forth-coming with him, please. If you just tell him the specifics of your outings, he won’t argue or complain, and it saves you one hell of a lecture. He might try to warn you away from something or someone he personally thinks of as shady or dubious, and if you don’t listen, he’ll tag along personally. If he’s too busy for that, expect him to send MK with you instead. And MK will spill each and every detail when asked, so you’d best not do anything reckless or dangerous.

Sandy is a kind man, even with obsession plaguing his heart. He wants the best for you, with every fiber of his being. The absolute worst this man would ever do is grind a few sleeping pills into your tea. Genuinely, he would go no further. He wouldn’t dream of disrespecting your personal autonomy. He just asks you very sweetly to let him know what you’ll be doing. If you get tired or upset or hungry, call him! He’ll come pick you up! Stay safe and text him when you get there! He’ll always look out for you. No matter what.

Tang isn’t really the sort to brute force his way through life. He’ll gently nudge and pester you into maybe downloading a location-tracing app, even offering to get it for himself as well. “It’s the only thing that can put my fragile heart as ease”, he’ll tell you, dramatically holding a hand to his hand as he sighs. He’ll wear away at your resolve until you finally buckle and download the damn thing. To be fair to you, he’ll also download it and see if he can’t get a few of the others to do the same. It’ll be less suspicious if he phrased it as “we all do dangerous things very frequently, and should be looking out for each other”.

Yellowtusk is a rational and composed man. If you act maturely and responsibly, he’ll lighten up on certain restrictions he has set in place for you. If you’re headed somewhere new he’ll come with you to make sure you don’t get lost, though. Being rational doesn’t make he doesn’t worry, after all.

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Tang Sanzang despises the idea of restricting your freedoms, and wouldn’t dare disrespect you by saying that you aren’t capable of caring for yourself. He’ll happily see you off for the day, and then take a few minutes to pray for you and your safety. Be wary, though- if you aren’t back by the end of the day, he’ll gather up his fellow pilgrims and set out to find you. Getting away from him is easy enough. Getting away from the demons that loyally follow him, who are happy to drag you right back to his side? There’s just no chance.

Ao Lie probably sits in front of the door and waits for you to get back haphazardly packs you a bag of supplies to take with you, even if you’ll only be going to a nearby merchant’s store. He’ll be sure to tell you that “It’s only a days worth, you know! So be sure to come back soon, please!” He, much like the monk who rides on his back, genuinely trusts and respects you. He isn’t going to follow you from afar, or browbeat you into bringing him along. He’ll just wait. And wait. And he’ll keep waiting until night falls, at which point he’ll inform Tang Sanzang that he’s going out to look for you, to make sure that you’ll be okay. Once again, all the pilgrims will come to look for you, realizing that he’s actually pretty worried.

#Yandere Demon Bull King #Yandere Princess Iron Fan #Yandere Chang’e #Yandere Sun Wukong #Yandere Macaque #Yandere Huntsman #Yandere Peng #Yandere MK #Yandere Azure Lion #Yandere Ne Zha #Yandere Mei #Yandere Red Son #Yandere Syntax #Yandere Pigsy #Yandere Sandy #Yandere Tang #Yandere Yellowtusk #Yandere Tang Sanzang #Yandere Ao Lie #Platonic Yandere #Yandere LMK #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid

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PROLOGUE:: FRIDAY MEETING

FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 1ST

Frat row was a stretch of homes between Broadway and Amsterdam. One hundred and fourteenth street had the majority of houses, five frats bled into a hundred and thirteenth street. 

Sigma Nu was one of them. 

It looked like a normal neighborhood, hidden in plain sight. Near the college but not on school grounds per university rules. A street across the final dorm building where houses connected back to back. Personality differentiated the homes, each frat had their own house color, banners and logo.

Frat row made it easy to party, you could jump to five parties in one night if you wanted, and that was just the street Sigma Nu was on. There was an infinite number on the streets behind theirs. 

There was some movement happening on the block, but not much. Fraternity presidents moved in two weeks before the start of school, and chapter officers moved in a week before. No one surrounded the Sig Nu house, you don’t think anyone has moved in yet besides Trent. 

They took turns moving in so the roads wouldn’t be a mess, Sig Nu must be one of the last houses on the block to move in. 

It felt odd being on frat row in the daytime, it was calm. It felt like a residential neighborhood, like you’d greet someone collecting the newspaper or bringing their trash can inside. The summer cleaned up the street, in a few weeks it’d be littered with plastic cups and dried vomit. 

You weren’t sure what it felt like, but you knew it didn’t feel like a frat house. Especially not their frat house, Sig Nu was the party house. It always has been. It was like a glitch in the matrix. 

There were thick white columns that made Sigma Nu stand out from the others on the block, cement stairs that led to and from the street. Their door was a burgundy red, two stone lions that were typically dressed up on either side of their porch. There was a wooden porch swing that you wanted to take for a ride, it seemed like a good place to be on a chilly night out. 

Shaking out your nerves you slowly walked up the steps, and pushed down on the door handle, Sigma Nu opening itself up for you. 

It was a little empty and too bright on the inside. 

And quiet. 

You allowed yourself in per instruction, your meeting partner sitting at the kitchen table gestures for you to sit. The second you scoot in he starts asking.

“Who are you?” 

“Ally’s friend.” 

Trent Simpson looked you up and down, his pen clicking repeatedly, it’s the only sound coming from around you. You stare into his eyes, he’s trying to figure you out and you don’t want him to. Giving him a few cryptic dm’s and insisting you meet before the year started, making sure to specify absolutely no one else was allowed. 

You presented him with the information, and allowed a small glance over to prove you had something of interest to him. 

“So, what do you want?” it’s natural for him to assume you want something, no one presents this type of arsenal without reason. 

Trent didn’t need to know why yet, what mattered was if he was up for the task. 

“I need to know you’re willing to do something for it.” 

“What kind of something?” You find his caution amusing, was the big bad president scared of you? 

“Depends on what you’re willing to do. I help out your frat, your frat helps out me.” 

Your words offended him, Trent scoffed and tossed his pen to the table, a disgusted curl of his lip made you look away. “My frat doesn’t need your help.” You killed any deal with your words, his ego is too big. You have to fight dominance with dominance, but you do it politely. Girls don’t start fights, but they’ll finish them. 

You clear your throat and give him a gentle smile, you cross one leg over the other and run your hands down your thighs. 

“Trent Simpson, third year finance major. I think that’s impressive. Math is hard, ya’know? I’m sure you understand, because you failed out, didn’t you?” 

Uh oh. Did you just beat him at his own game? 

Trent’s jaw clenched, “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, and neither do you.” 

A barbie smile, “you’re so silly, Trent. It was last January, remember? They sent you that letter about not returning, academic dismissal, correct?” You take his silence to continue, “but your dad is a very, very successful man, isn’t he? And you’re the only son, you’ve got to follow in his footsteps, he’s counting on it. But he couldn’t stand that you failed him and dad wasn’t going to let it ruin his image.” 

Trent’s fist was shaking with how hard he clenched it. 

“Dad made a donation, and wow! He’s a little petty, you maintained an average of fourteen, so you at least put in that fourteen percent, right? But, you had to make up for the rest of it, didn’t you?” 

“I suggest you shut the fuck up.” 

“Eighty six thousand dollars, and the next day you had an email reinstating you as a student.” 

He’s fuming, you’ve never seen a human face go so red. Trent tries to speak but you’re not done yet, you have one last thing to add, then, he could play his cards. 

“No, your frat doesn’t need my help, but it would be nice. I need your frats help, and I thought this would be a nice way to get it. You’re just collateral, Simpson, it’s nothing personal.” 

He’s mad but something else is brewing, did you just impress him? 

Trent leans until his shoulders hit the back of his chair, his left hand picks up the pen he had earlier and he starts clicking. He’s thinking, the pen drops again. 

“You’re blackmailing me.” 

Amused. Impressed. Challenged. 

“You didn’t take the bait and it would’ve been stupid to come here without the upper hand, don’t you think?” 

Trent leans forward and stretches his hand across the table, waving the folder in your hand over. “Let me look at them again.” You glide it across the oak. He takes his time, slowly looking up at you. 

“What do you need from me?” 

You’ve got him right where you want him. 

“We’ll talk next Friday?” 

Trent nods stiffly, “we’ll talk next Friday.” 

You stand to leave, politely pushing your seat in when he stops you again. Trent held out his hand, “it’s a pleasure to be in business with you.” 

You lean to reach him, gripping tight you shake his hand. 

A dirty smirk wipes across your face, “pleasure’s all mine.” 

#peter parker x reader #peter parker blurb #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter x you #mcu!peter x reader #mcu!peter parker #frat!peter

[melonlthawne]

Here’s some babian headcanons to quell my anxiety. Bart girlies scroll on but be warned they’ll probably be tons of baby Bart stuff tomorrow as I cope with whatever my exam score is-

This is in no particular order I’m just vibing.

Very obviously babian is extremely attached to dick. He needs to be around dick constantly and if he has to be away from his bro for too long there will definitely be crying/a meltdown/ damian probably trying to fight and or sway anyone who tries to pry him away from dick. Dick finds it sweet, funny, and a little worrying all at once. But no one wants to deal with an enraged baby with the worst stink eye imaginable so everyone just tries to prevent them from being seperated. It’s just easier that way

Damian sort of enjoys being around everyone else. He’ll deal with Bruce. No real reaction either way with Jason, Steph, duke, cass. Alfred and Talia get more love than the others but not as much as dick. Tim is……Tolerated. It would probably depend on Damian’s mood . Which, likely is easy to agitate

Bat glare and bat pout are hard to resist!!!

Batfam would get him only the most precious stupid little outfits usually Nightwing/Batman/Robin themed but also maybe lord of animal ones too like cats!! Alfred would probably try to get babian in one of those dumb little baby suits that have no real purpose besides looking cute. They take a photo of it and it’s just hung on the fridge!

If dick goes in one direction and puts damian down for a moment damian will follow. Limited movement be damned that little guy will go as fast as he can so he can make himself known to dick again and/or attach himself to his leg with as much dexterity as possible . So not much but he’s trying

The idea of Bruce taking damain with him to some sort of meeting is also very funny and super cute. Just Bruce sitting in a meeting room surrounded by people with papers and tablets talking about finances and business garbage while there is a little baby in Bruce’s arms (the little suit comes in handy) who is just Glaring at people. He is the boss. The boss baby

Damian would lose it at the zoo. Dick has no restraint and cannot say no so they leave the gift shop with one of those impractical giant lion plushes that is like lifesized and Damian insists on sleeping with it .

Dick n Dami sleep together a lot !!! Most of the time dick will just do whatever tasks he’s doing to bide time and just lets Dami hang with him since it’s harmless.

Ugh just the family going on stupid trips with babian…..

Talia visits or more like sneaks in to just hang out with her baby boy!!! Gives him a (plush) sword since he can’t have his actual sword. Probably sings to him.

Tim gets kicked in the face by babian whenever the unfortunate situation ensues in Tim having to watch or take care of him for some time. Damian chooses violence!

Anyway these are all over the place I’m exhausted and very baby fever-y have a nice night

#damian wayne #damian wayne al ghul #dick grayson #richard grayson #nightwing #Batman #batman and robin #bruce wayne #Tim drake #talia al ghul #baby damian wayne #batfam #batfamily #Robin #red robin #batkids #bat family #robin rambles

[topaz-witch-tea]

Hi im actually like obsessed with your au…anyways can you drop headcanons about Baiheng and Jingliu’s relationship to Yanqing?

Thank you so much!!! I really enjoy writing it and I hope to write more for it in the future!

I can absolutely drop head canons about Baiheng and Jingliu. I have a headcanons for them separately in the works, so I’ll drop headcanons for them as a group here.

**Baiheng and Jingliu are referred to as auntie by Yanqing

1. Baiheng takes very easily to babysitting. She loves children and she especially loves Yanqing. They’re just so cute and full of life. When Yanqing was young, Baiheng rarely ever put him down, instead opting to carry him wherever she went. Jingliu is the opposite, it’s not that she’s bad at it, but rather, she’s rarely ever interacted with babies that they kind of freak her out. They have big heads that need to be supported or else they’ll choke or they accidentallly scratch themselves so you have to put little mits on them. To Jingliu, they are creatures with no sense of self-preservation and very soft, fragile bodies. During rare instances where she’d be left alone with Yanqing, she’d always be quite anxious out of fear of accidentally harming her nephew.

2. They are the couple that goes to parent-teacher conferences and come in when Yanqing gets in trouble. A lot of time Jing Yuan, Dan Feng, and Yingxing get too busy so they will go in their place. Yanqing has always been a polite child, no matter how energetic he is, so parent-teacher conferences are a breeze. Getting called in when Yanqing is in trouble is a totally separate affair. Kids have big emotions and sometimes they don’t express them properly, it happens. Yanqing usually get taken home and given a light scolding on regulating emotions and the proper way to express them by Baiheng, Jingliu is more concerned with “Did you win?” And “Did they hit you first?” But if there is so much of a hint of bullying, Jingliu is ready to fight. Parent, child, it doesn’t matter who- she will fight them and she will win. Baiheng is more in the habit of making veiled threats to the staff. Children are young and dumb, it is the responsibility of the adults around them to ensure everyone is taken care of. Besides, they did not shell out a ton of money for a fancy, private school so the staff could turn a blind eye to their nephew getting bullied.

3. When Yanqing gets mad at his parents, he goes off to his aunties’ house. This first started when Yanqing was 7 and his fathers couldn’t play with him and had turned him away from their office. Yanqing, with all the rebellious and courage of a 7 year old, decided he was going to sneak out and see his aunties instead. After all, they wouldn’t turn him away. So he snuck out the back gate that the gardeners used with Mimi in tow as a bodyguard. He knew the route by heart and walked for 15 minutes until he got to their manor. He was absolutely taken in and treated to delicious food and game with Baiheng while Jingliu called Jing Yuan asking why his kid just showed up at her door with no adult supervision besides a lion. Yanqing sees no difference between either locations, both places are his home, it’s just his aunt lives a bit away from him and his dads. His fathers, however, were not pleased that their child had wandered off alone and added an additional lock on the back gate. This lasted for 3 months before Yanqing realized that if he climbed a peach tree and angled his jump correctly, he can make it to the other side of the wall and open the gate for Mimi.

This was sitting in my inbox for a while and I had been working on it slowly after work. I really hope you like it and please feel free to send more. I genuinely enjoy answering them.

#yanqing #jing yuan #jingrenheng #dan feng #yingxing #dan heng #yanqing’s happy family au #honkai star rail #hsr #Yanqing’s happy family AU asks #jingliu #baiheng #jingliu x baiheng

[bucknastysbabe]

it's still me, sorry.

ancient rome with viserys III (he just has that twink senator build, I am telling ya)

YES TWINKY SELF IMPORTANT VIZZY III YOUR BRAIN MAKES MY GO SPLOOSH, also I took a while bc 1. Work 2. I get wayyyy too invested into research! So I hope you enjoy xoxoxoxxo

AU Bingo - Ancient Rome - Viserys III

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Imperial Rome setting, Viserys is an angry lil asshole, too much background building, aphrodisiacs, arranged marriage, pnv!sex, enemies to lovers, hate sex, they’re both bottoms they’ll figure it out later, background Jorah and Illyrio, dany living her best life!, orgy time, I hope that was a good offering to Cupid

A/N: Tumblr is full of smart people but I still marked stuff that might need a translation or explanation:)

Viserys Targaryen. The third. Bred well from a long line of Emperors. The dynasty had ended when his mad father was struck down by the Praetorian* guard meant to protect the man. He was a mere senator now, the Baratheon family forcing him into submission. Damnatio Memoriae* for Aerys and his eldest son Rhaegar.

Everyone knew you could flip a coin to decide if a Targaryen would be mad or not. Viserys, although smart and a respected senator, definitely leant towards the unwanted side of the sestertius*. Regardless, the man had enough allies to secure his position in aedileship* and keep the family estate. His little sister had been married off to some obscenely rich warlord king outside of Roman lines, further padding the man’s pockets.

He walked around like an inflated peacock with his purple striped toga, dreaming of revenge and retaking the grand palace. Not married, still young, and quite mean from all accounts. Rumors flew that he was the passive cinaedus* of his longtime Gaulish slave. But you had your eyes on the fool regardless of who said what.

Recently arrived from the ever growing Hispania Baetica*, your father, a powerful proconsul* had sent you with a retainer to find a husband. Your aunt was married to Rhaegar Targaryen, and there was a promise for your hand to Viserys.

There was a catch. Viserys was not made aware of this pact. All of the details ands plans were burnt up during the violent overthrow of mad Aerys. Greek fire everywhere from the accounts. Your sister and her babes had perished from the Lion of Rome’s horrid beast of a soldier.

Elia was gone now, you reminded yourself. Oberyn kept her memory alive much too much but you grinned and bared it. He accompanied you with his lover and only two of his many bastards. Viserys was to be hosting you all in his grand manse upon the Esquiline Hill*. He knew the power of your family and sought to gain more status.

A plethora of slaves tended to your baggage and personal goods. A fat man with a thick accent, Thracian* of sorts, welcomed you all with an ecstatic smile. “Good evening, I know you all must be weary from your travels, our busy Senator will be home late tonight and plans to sup in the morning. Please call me Illyrio, I am the steward here.”

He outstretched a jiggly arm and beckoned you all, “Come, come, dinner awaits.” Oberyn sniffed and sauntered in, viper eyes darting around suspiciously. He had become quite bitter and distrustful after dear Elia’s death. Rhaegar, a wonderful general, had found some Briton barbarian’s daughter while putting down an uprising and squirreled her away. Much to the anger of the Novantae*.

Robert Baratheon also took offense to the affair, having eyes for the same girl. Add on Aery’s madness and rising tensions against the imperial family. Well. That’s what led to now. It’s bad when the Roman army has to enter Rome. Slimy Lion of Lannister, Tywin, a once trusted Consul* and general settled the fighting quite quick. His son, a Praetorian guard, struck down the Mad Emperor.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts, weary from all the travel. Dinner and chatting was a blur, Oberyn interrogating Illyrio up quite intensely about Viserys. You retired early to a sumptuous room, dreaming of frolicking in the paintings until slumber met you at last.

In the morning you had two girls attend your bathing, dressing, and other attending. You felt quite beautiful in your immaculate yellow stola, embroidered with gold. Your headband and jewelry was also gold and citrine. They smudged your eyes with kohl, painted your lips a darker color with berries. All to hopefully ensnare.

Padding to the triclinium* you readied yourself. Being a proconsul’s daughter, you knew how to behave. Hispania Baetica was extremely romanized, it wasn’t like you came from Judaea* or Asia Minor*. Your family was mostly seated, Oberyn and Ellaria looked tired. They may have treated themselves to the pleasure of Rome last night.

Illyrio beside a big man in armor and the distinct silver haired of a Targaryen graced your vision. Viserys was quite handsome, lengthy waves, strong features, and long limbs. No warrior like Rhaegar but self assured in his own right. You gave obeisance and sat down. Viserys intense lilac eyes bored into you, pretty lips curling up in pleasure.

He hummed, “Martells. You have been good to the Targaryens for many a moon. I hope the trip was fair, nice to see you Oberyn. I hope Doran is doing well.” The senator’s smile was stiff lipped and frigid.

Oberyn snorted, “The place smells of pig shit and is overcrowded. But a fine city I suppose. The streets of pleasure are wondrous. How is the usurper doing?”

An awkward hush enveloped the room. Viserys’ eye seemed to twitch. His pallid cheeks reddened, “The fat oaf is fine. The Lion does his dealings after the Arryn man passed.” Oberyn hissed, “Detestable fucker.”

You cleared your throat and gestured to Illyrio, softly stating, “I’d love to reminisce on the injustice of our past but we did not travel to Roma for nothing, Senator.” Viserys seemed a relax a smidgeon, eyes narrowing at Illyrio’s wide frame. He drawled, “Was there something not to my knowledge? As the leader of my family this could be treason.”

The big man placed a hand on his sword.

Illyrio laughed it off and boomed, “No, this is all good tidings. A proposal lost in the fire.”

“Go ahead, Mopatis.”

You nervously popped some grapes into your mouth, eyeing the silver haired man’s heady gaze. He was entranced— for what gain you did not know. Illyrio opened the scroll and read of the marriage pact hastily made after the downfall. You would marry and join Viserys’ household.

The Senator remained quiet, the guard muttering something along the lines of, “That’s a first.” Viserys finally hummed, “What will I receive if I am to marry your girl? Gold, allies, men? I will become Emperor again dear Martells. You burn with the same injustices!” A vein on his forehead twitched.

Oberyn bristled, “You will receive a handsome sum and my gorgeous niece. Have patience, little Targaryen, lest the people might think you’re madder than your father,” he sharply grinned, “Excuse me, the emperor before Robert. Damnatio memoriae is a bitch, hm?”

Viserys barked, “Quiet your tongue, red viper! I accept the girl, shall pay the dowry, but I need allegiance. My sister awaits with her warlord husband, powerful screamers on horseback.”

Oberyn settled back down with a shit-eating grin, placing his sandals on the table, throwing an arm around Ellaria. You nodded and added, “All good things come with time, Aedile Targaryen. We shall plan, and I will do anything in my power to asssist.”

He was quaking with anger, long and thin fingers almost shredding the purple edging of his toga. Illyrio hummed, “Very well, we shall have the wedding, small, and pay the dowry. Then you may return to Hispania.”

Oberyn stated, “My daughter Obara stays as her personal guard, then we shall leave in the morn.” Viserys glared at the strong woman, lips thinning in annoyance. You glanced down at your hands, quite unsure what to do with an unstable temperament.

You’d find a way, always had. Nothing cunt couldn’t fix. Unless the Senator didn’t prefer that. But that could be arranged too.

After the wedding, you felt alone and bored. Viserys had held intercourse with you once, a banal affair. Strange for a Roman, a Targaryen one at that. Obara and Jorah as you learned, were mainly your company out and about. Viserys spent most of his time on the Capitoline Hill*. Planning events and city works, whatever Aedile’s did.

One day you’d had enough. You decided to snoop around Visery’s personal quarters, he’d be in hearings all day. Illyrio turned a blind eye with a small smile. Coming to a bronzed desk you found a half-unrolled paper. Wonderfully decorated with Pan and his nymphs.

Fingering the scroll open your eyebrows raised. It was an invitation. Tomorrow night. To a secret party with masks only. It was likely to be an orgy once you placed the masks, Pan’s* turgid cock, and the syrupy invitation. Your fool husband wasn’t going to even let you know.

“Illyrio!,” you hollered.

Heavy footsteps and breathing came closer and closer. Mopatis wiped the sweat from his brow. He panted, “My lady?” Padding over to the large man you shoved the invitation toward pudgy hands.

“Was my dear husband planning on inviting me?”

He stared at you with a strange expression, mouth twitching. You held his gaze before he broke. “No. He was to go alone. Felt stifled recently.”

You snarled, snatching the invitation back, Mopatis now leaning on a doorway. You murmured, “Say Illyrio, dear steward, could you perhaps get me into this sordid soirée?” His fleshy face erupted into a smile.

“I have friends in the lowest and highest of places, I’m sure we could arrange your arrival. A surprise for your husband. I’ll have to send one of the girls to the mask maker.” Patting a shoulder you mused, “Hmm, I cannot wait to see the look on the asshole’s face.”

Jorah snorted from afar.

You gained entrance into a vast complex of gardens and smokey rooms, smelling of herbs. Petals littered the ground at every turn. You fixed your mask and stola, quite lost. You’d heard of these debauchery laden gatherings high up in the echelons of Rome.

It wasn’t like that in your household, definitely in Oberyn’s with all the boys and women he could fuck until dawn. A man with a deep voice sidled next to you, offering a goblet of wine, “Here sweet one, this brew will make Cupid himself bless you.” You took it and asked, “Where is the main gathering?”

“Follow me nymphet,” he hummed.

You downed the wine, unsure if that was a horrid idea or not. But Jorah was waiting on the outskirts in case you may need help. Citizens of Roma were fucking and kissing all over as you drew near the sounds of wailing and drums. The mysterious man hummed, “This is where the show is, where you find your lovers for the night.”

He disappeared as fast as he had met you. Eyes scanning through the fog you spotted silvery hair. Viserys was sprawled with some ladies, idly watching the erotic show on the dais. Sucking in a breath you sat on some cushions directly across from him.

Heat began to slither up your belly, the haze and glistening skin of the erotic dancers making your cunt ache. Pulling at your stola you stifled a whine, chewing on your lip under the mask. It must have been that brew that man gave you, some sort of Aphrodisiac. Venus herself must have dipped her tits in the brew, you were on fire.

Transfixed in the low hum of the droning singers, the sensual beating of the drums and the escalating cries of pleasure— you were not prepared for a rather smug voice in your ear. Yelping and sliding away, long fingers wrapped around your upper arm, jerking you close. Viserys lilac eyes were a bit hazy as he murmured, “You aren’t secretive you know that? Thinking I don’t know that you’re going through my belongings, sending my steward around.”

As his thin face began to erupt into a sinister smile you grew a bit fearful. Maybe you’d crossed the line. Targaryen’s were notoriously unpredictable. You gulped out a weak, “I apologize, maritus*, I do, please!” Viserys only smiled more and pulled you flush atop his thin hips.

“I’d prefer dominus*, my sly little Baetican,” he drawled, dragging fingertips across your overheated skin. Nosing along your slick neck he continued, “Almost as slithering as that viper of your uncle,” his soft curls tickling you issued a full body shudder and whimper.

“Dominus, I simply wished to- ah- find out what pleases you! You show me no attention,” you wheedled, overwhelmed with groping hands and wandering lips. Viserys cruelly mocked, “Dear, you were a pact, a bag of sesterces, a pretty little something that makes me look good when I get my birthright back.”

Anger seized through your veins at his callous words, shoving him off with a hiss. Viserys smug look turned to shock as he called, “I wasn’t done yet! Come back here!” You shook your head and stumbled through the clouds of burning incense, past the degenerates contorted and fucking, howling to Lūna.*

Slinking through to doors, not to make any noise, you arrived on a much quieter plaza of sorts. A fountain, some beautiful columns, and a small worship temple. Probably Venus. You ran toward the temple, seeking to hide from your vile husband.

Inside everything was painted a rosy, gorgeous color. A statue of Cupid* surrounded by candles and offerings sat at the head. You decided to sit against the wall, staring at the little cherub from the side. You filtered through your robes to throw a coin at the shrine. No one had shrines to the son of Venus*. That you knew until now.

“Strike him, will you,” you asked out loud.

Viserys. What a wretched ass. You knew this was a pact. He showed desire but nothing else. Doomed to a loveless marriage with a power-hungry maniac. You wanted to make him cry, make him hurt like you were. Throwing your mask off your hands clenched into balls of fury. Then took a deep breath, holding the tears back.

“I said I wasn’t done, now you ran off to weep?,” Viserys snapped as he entered the shrine. You stared at him coldly and replied, “No, I didn’t want to hear your vile words. I’m sure you had some great insults coming up, dominus.”

The blonde scoffed and leaned against a pink column, crossing his sinewy arms. He drawled, “Whatever, I was going to say, that you have proven yourself to be strong and dedicated. I like that. Ask me next time and I’ll take you along to my affairs.”

You crawled forward on all fours, holding his piercing gaze until you sat back in front of cherubic Cupid. Gesturing to the god you said, “I’m glad then, I have your approval dominus. Now fuck me. Prove it. Prove your power over me.”

Viserys sputtered for a second, pale cheeks blotchy. His cock was hard enough you could see it through the layers of his toga. You needed this, didn’t care if it was the Minotaur of days of old fucking you open. Anger and lust coursed in your veins, the drink wracking your system.

He mumbled under his breath and padded over to shut the doors to the shrine. Just leaving you two and marble Cupid. He knelt down in front of you, looking composed but sweat beaded along the high points of his face. You leaned back, revealing your legs and bare cunt, pulling and undoing your stola*.

Viserys sat like a dolt. Obviously he did not have the upper hand in this situation, Face getting redder and redder. You purred, “Dominus, or should I say, Caesar?” The blonde moaned softly, trembling hands undoing his expensive garments marking the man’s station. You were naked and waiting, smirking to yourself. Viserys, now just as bare didn’t move.

“How do you want me Caesar?,” you hummed with a cock of your head. Visery’s swollen prick could rival Priapus* currently, leaking and red. He rasped thinly, lips agape, “Ride me, ride me, hispanus.” Stifling a laugh at the suddenly submissive acting senator you prowled forward like a tigress, placing your jeweled hand on his pale chest, pushing the man back.

Straddling yourself across lean thighs you rolled your slick pussy across his length, moaning lowly in satisfaction. Big hands clamped down on your thighs, a strangled noise leaving Viserys’ throat. Suspiciously close to a whine.

You leaned forward to press your tits against his flat chest, breathing against his pink lips, “Caesar, why are you bowing to such a simple whore him? One from Hispania, probably not even a citizen. Tsk tsk” Viserys thrashed some, face pouty. His free hand clamped down on your neck as the blonde hissed, “This is no time to jest, your Caesar wants you to ride his cock. Get to it.”

He wouldn’t let go until you heaved for a breath, sliding onto his long cock, the protrusion deep and nestled on your sensitive upper walls. He let go, hands now groping your breasts, that irritating look back on his face. You coughed wetly, sucking in breath as you clumsily began the first few thrusts, but it felt wonderfully divine.

Your pussy, lips, and nipples were hypersensitive and swollen, sending sparks of ecstasy shooting off over your body. You rode harder, seeking more and more. Viserys gasped, “Gods, fuck, you’re different tonight.” Slapping him across the cheek while simultaneously squeezing his turgid length made the made shout, eyes fluttering.

“I may be your, hng ohhh, wife, b-but I can be your equal! Fah-fucking lackwit! Jaehaerys and Alysanne ring a godsdamned bell?” Your cunt grew slicker and slicker with your arousal, sweat rolling down your back, between your bouncing tits. The small shrine was growing warmer, the sounds of fucking echoing in the small temple.

Viserys mewled hungrily around your chest as you reached back to grab his overfull balls, squeezing ever-so gently. His eyes flashed open, mouth opening and body arching as he cried your name passionately. He managed to string together a broken sentence, “I- Ifffff- you beast, keep it up, ah Cupid you little shit! I will rethink my behavior!”

You plastered yourself to the man, luridly slapping your plush hips against him, moaning uncontrollably. Viserys was right along with you in pitch, desperately jerking his wonderful cock into your needy cunt. Sloppy sharing lips you growled, “Good boy.”

Your foggy mind expected another bout of anger.

No. Viserys outright whimpered and seized your lips, skinny arms holding tight as he planted his feet and pounded your cunt. He licked into your mouth, tongues dancing together in a style much older than Rome ever was. The senator caressed and sought to drive himself into you, besides his cock of course.

Pulling free from slobbery lips you rasped, “You like that? Dominus just wants to be my good boy? Ah-ct like one and I’ll give you ah-ah-alll the praise you want oh pretty silver!” He nodded fervently, lilac eyes searching your own, whimpering unintelligibly.

His blunt cock head was massaging your most tender spot, driving you to grab Viserys hand and guide it to your swollen Pearl. He picked up easily, eyes lidded with heavy satisfaction at your carrying on. You began to shake, the pleasure heightening to the realm of the gods.

“Ah! Caesar, Viserys, Dominus! I’m gonna,” you convulsed and crumpled atop of him whining when your clit was rudely pinched. Another one wracked your frame when a flood of hot spend filled your warm cunt. You babbled deliriously in your own dialect, Viserys panting and heaving through his heavy unload.

Flattened atop of him now you warily eyed Cupid, little cheeks puffed as he smiled. With a scoff and a residual tremble you said, “I did pray he would strike us. Not sure if it’s love, but I felt the lust.”

Viserys hummed gently, carding fingers through your sweaty curls, “He might have mad contact, I would kill any other woman this brash. Take that as a compliment, you are quite special my baetican vipera.”

“I’ll take it. Do you think our fucking was a good enough offer?”

He barked a laugh, stealing your lips for a peck, “Very much so. We should built a shrine in the manse.”

Translations/Explanations:

* Praetorian Guard: Guard of the Imperial family, Caesar, and special agents

* Sesterce: Roman Coin 1/4 of a denarius

* Denarius: silver coin

* Aedile/Aedileship: Senator of public office, Job that involved maintenance of Public buildings in shape and regulation of public festivals. Also keeping city life in order and that needs are met.

* Cinaedus: Male willing to be the passive partner in a homosexual relationship

* Hispania Baetica: Third province of Spain. Rich and romanized, they are citizens of Rome. Eventually brought up now named cities of Cádiz, Seville, Cordoba.

* Pro-consul: Governor or military commander of a province

* Esquiline hill: One of the seven hills of Rome. A upper class residential district.

* Thrace/Thracian: Area of people spanning between Bulgaria, Greece, and Turkey.

* Briton: Roman conquered England

* Novantae: powerful Celtic tribe in the north of Briton.

* Consul: Highest senate position, has the emperors ear

* Triclinium: a dining room with couches on three sides and a table.

* Capitoline Hill: Name says all they be doing government shit up there

* Pan: Greek name for a forest god with nymphs. A horny goat okay

* Cupid: God of lust/love, son of Venus

* Maritus: Husband

* Dominus: Lord, master, owner

* Caesar: Emperor

* Venus: goddess of beauty and love

* Stola: Women’s dress at the time, feminine version of the toga

* Priapus: Fertiliy protection god known for his HUGE DONG

* Hispanus: From Hispania

#Ancient Rome!au #viserys iii targaryen x reader #viserys iii targaryen #asioaf fanfic #got fanfiction #got smut #asoiaf smut #au bingo #ask answered #ily Angsti

[starsurface]

Taven and Daegon being pet regressors?

I'm so sorry if they're out of character!!!! I can also redo them or do a part 2!!! 🥺

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Pet Regressor Taven & Daegon Hcs

🦁 Taven pet regresses as a lion cub

🐉 . . . Is it wrong to say that Daegon should be a dragon regressor? 🥺 (Cause- Cause of his name? . . . Guys, I’m actually so funny >:3)

🦁 Taven had a slightly hard time regressing in general, he’s a serious man, and has things to do (y’all, this man is so serious and direct with everything, I love him)

🐉 Daegon regresses a bit easier, but he’s much more of a brat while small

🦁 Tavens a good boy, he just wants pets and comfort :(

🐉 Y’all these two FIGHT

🦁 It’s not just physical though!! Sometimes Daegon will insult Taven about something, and then Taven will call him a naughty name and now they’re bickering

🐉 Siblings, always starting things 🙄 (I have three, and I do love them, I swear <3)

🦁 Daegon has walked over just to bop Taven on the head and Taven lunged at him

🐉 Any physical banter they have, it’s rarely ever dangerous dangerous

🦁 And if you tell them to knock it off, they’ll knock it off

🐉 Daegon, who starts half the fights, always acts like the victim afterwards, whining and wanting cuddles because Taven was being mean 🥺

🦁 Daegon is very much a brat, absolute brat

🐉 Why can’t it go his way? It should go his way!! >:(

🦁 He’ll get all huffy and puffy over timeouts too, but will sit in them and apoligize later

🐉 Taven has some bad days, but isn’t necessarily a brat

🦁 Might need timeout though, which he gets incredibly grumpy at

🐉 Daegon steals all your stuff 😮‍💨

🦁 No seriously, it’s his now, he wanted it, so he snatched it, it was so shiny and pretty!! :D

🐉 ^ This does include Taven’s stuff, which Taven mostly lets slide because he knows he can get it back when he’s bigger

🦁 Unless it’s one of his favorite stuffies, then he’ll throw hands

🐉 I know I’ve spoken a lot about the boys being against each other, but if things went better, I like to think they’re still friendly with each other

🦁 Taven helping Daegon build a fort so he has a ‘nesting ground’

🐉 Daegon helping Taven ‘hunt’ for food (which is more helping him open up the goldfish bag, but still)

🦁 Taven really likes cuddles, he’s just a big kitty, let him sit on your lap 🥺

🐉 And dragons are obviously super cold! So Daegon should cuddle up to you too!! :D (< Both their logics, works everytime)

🦁 The two actually work really well together during playtime

🐉 Mostly it’s just play wrestling, but sometimes they’ll other things!! Stomping around together, roaring, laying on the floor where the sun hits them

🦁 Snack time is very easy!! They both share very similar taste, and won’t exactly huff when they get a snack that the other wants

🐉 Absolutely will steal each others snacks when the others not looking

🦁 Nap time on the other hand. . .

🐉 Taven’s much easier, he mostly regresses when he’s stressed or upset, and he’d love a good nap

🦁 BUt Daegon? He doesn’t wanna sleep yet!! He wants to stay up and play more!! >:(

🐉 But if you promise him some ice cream? Or a chocolate coin after his nap? . . . He’ll sleep for a little bit (two hours, but whatever)

🦁 ^ Chocolate coins are some of Daegon’s favorite snacks, dragons love shiny things!! And this one's candy!! :D

🐉 Taven’s favorite snacks are goldfish and crackers, very simple man <3

🦁 Taven’s favorite nicknames are Kitty, Cub, Baby Boy

🐉 Daegon’s favorite nicknames are Hatchling, Sweetheart, Little One

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I like Taven. I don't understand his character completely, but rewarching Armageddon, he has a funnier personality than I originally remembered. :]

I don't really . . . like these Hcs though. Seriously, if anyone wants a pt 2 or something lemme know. 😭

#age regression #agere #sfw age regression #mortal kombat agere #sfw agere #age regression headcanons #mk agere #mk armageddon #mortal kombat armageddon #taven #mk taven #taven mk #daegon #mk Daegon #daegon mk #little taven #regressor taven #little daegon #regressor daegon

[hungriestheidi]

(n bc im greedy) Survival/Wilderness Fic + everybody knows for sebchal 😁

(so, this will end up being a longer actual fic but I didn't want to just not reply so this is what you get for putting insane ideas in my head)

Send me two (2) tropes from this list + a ship and I'll write you a short story

“Do you need help?”

Felipe opens with that question every morning since the fevers began, a fortnight ago. 

“No, no, go on,” Sebastian replies, his hands sweating the soft linen of his sheets. Felipe takes one last look at him before closing the door, heavy hinges whining with desperation, and he’s alone again.

It’s the dead of winter, and has been for over fifteen long months, but he sweats and sweats, endless nights in a row, accustomed to the growling of a fire in the pits of his chest. It rumbles like a hunger for something he cannot name, like the depravity of lust or the rapture of holy rage or a bit of either, perhaps both.

He’s buried in the depths of winter and burning alive. He doesn’t feel sick, he’s as good as he’s been for the better part of the decade. It’s the dreams that make him sweat until he’s ripping from the lungs to the skin, desperately crawling at walls until it stops being so unbearable. 

The dream had come to him first as a blurry landscape, nothing different than the dreams of spring that often comes with a lot of drinking and joking with friends about the taverns and the maidens they had met in their journeys during the warm months. Then they had people in them, then snow falling like a kiss on his heated skin, then a laugh, then a desperate scream, burning of a fire on his hands, calloused fingers, a leg that couldn’t hold his weight. Then, the eight night, he saw a man’s face, clear like the running of water when the snow melts. Sharp cheekbones, an angular nose, thick dark brows matching the hair above his forehead, facial hair that at first looked calculatedly placed, above and under the lip, a well kept young man, then it grew messier and messier. 

He’s been seeing that same face even when awake, observing the sharpness of the mountains around. 

He had known the dreams haunted his father, that the obscurity or clarity of them often gave him migraines. He was a man with an easy smile and a sense of humor, but since the snow had burned his eyes he had grown quiet, retreating deep into the crevices of his own mind until one of the boys found him, bent over a table, quill at hand. He had died in the quiet of the last spring night of the year that passed, spilled ink under his chin. 

When the burning of the bones had left ash only, the son he left behind knew well what to do. Tradition and religion carry each other closely in these sorts of places, where ruins are venerated like gods and children drink mulled wine with the ashes of their parents, magic in the blood that fills your guts, fight the vomit until the feeling passes and then sleep the long night. 

Sebastian slept for seven days before he had a dream. It was something sweet, an old lion perched over a mountain top, licking their paw. When their eyes met, the blue of the lion said it was his father’s parting message. ‘You are in my stead,’ he said, quietly purring in the immensity of the night sky, ‘and you must look after the sun that comes’.

Sebastian looks at the sky when he makes it out through the upper hatch, the outlook tower half buried in the snow. They have to dig today, the sun will melt the snow and they’ll be able to dig at least a foot. Fernando and his team will do the heavy lifting, but they inside will be working equally as well to insulate the rooms, check that the basement has no leaks, protect the dried meat, the grains, the rhum and the wine.

“Something moves!” Rubens yells from his post. Sebastian hurries over, looking over his shoulder. Something moves, indeed. 

“Is it an elk?” Sebastian asks. They haven’t seen an animal in over a month, any sort of meat is more than welcome for them. 

But Rubens shakes his head. “Not a chance, it has to be a man.” He leans in, squinting as he presses his face to the opticals in his hands. “And a wounded one it seems.”

He hands the opticals to Sebastian. It looks covered in drapes, something like torn pieces of clothing hanging over the snow, and there is something reflective in them, perhaps a vest or a glove? And yes, if it is a man, they carry themselves with a limp. 

“Felipe!” He yells over his shoulder. The short stocky man turns to him with a raised eyebrow. “Search and rescue, immediately.”

It is a wounded man after all. When he spots them, the man stands still. 

“Are you the wardens?” He asks when they are close enough, voice so thin it may as well be just a wind gust instead of words. “Of the southern passage?”

“Yes,” Sebastian responds. Felipe is behind him, Fernando only a few steps behind, two hunting dogs ready to bite. Sebastian is entirely sure they need not to fear a skinny man in a schmatte. 

The man laughs, a raucous laughter that echoes through the valley like a lion’s roar, that must rip his throat in half if the sound of his voice speaks of its state. Then he takes a step forward and his right leg gives out. He falls to the snow, rolling until he’s looking at the sky, laughing softly still. Sebastian runs towards him, in spite of Fernando’s warnings.

“Blessed the river,” he mutters when Sebastian holds him in his arms, pulling him half over his lap. “Blessed, blessed,” he repeats, voice soft and feeble, his gloved hand reaching for Sebastian’s arm. 

Sebastian rips away the mask the man carries and the cold of winter finally puts to sleep the fire inside his chest. His hand paralyzes over the man’s pale skin, eyes fluttering open and closed as he drifts between consciousness and sleep, before finally giving up. Sebastian rips away the fabric around his neck, his fingers rushing to the side before feeling the relief of the pumping of his blood under his fingertips.  

“Is it who you saw in your dreams?” Felipe asks, helping him carry the man towards the sledge they brought.

Sebastian nods as they place him gently on the harsh surface. Fernando digs into the clothes of the man, a looter despite Sebastian’s rejection of that practice. 

“What did your father say?” He asks, hand firmly tugging under the man’s flimsy overgarment.

“You must look after the sun that comes,” Sebastian responds, blood beating like a drum inside his ears. 

Fernando snatches something out of the chest of the man and holds it high. It takes a moment for his eyes to truly see it, as it reflects the light like a mirror. A golden pendant shaped like the sun.

“It is your destiny, then,” he says, tossing the pendant his way as Felipe helps him fast the unconscious man to the sledge.The freezing cold of winter unleashes its bite around Sebastian’s heart as he crouches to fetch the medal. The sun that comes, eh. Dreams don’t get any more vivid than this.

#“how is this everybody knows?” the prophetic nature of dreams duh #myfic #fic asks #lourdes tag #something something i went insane mayhaps! #sebchal

[sevendeadlyheadcanons]

So this is completely outta no where and feel free to ignore this but- In the scenario that Nadja didnt pass away from her disease and her and Gowthers relationship was able to grow from that passionate night- where do you think things would've gone from that point?

HELLO!!! JSJXJSJDN I love Gowther and Nadja sm!!!

-I fear he wouldn’t have an actual sin to have joined the seven deadly sins with due to her not dying but he knew Merlin and Meliodas so maybe they would’ve just had him on the team!

-Gowther wouldn’t have lost his emotions and he would be a ball of energy in the team!!! always happy to help and fight for them!!! Always willing to listen to anyone who needs help

-He had the time to properly emotionally mature and understand humans

-He always invites Nadja to their pub sessions after battle and he’s like “Hey guys this is my partner :D” and they’re like ‘how did he bag a fucking princess?’

-They get married!!!

-She’s always super worried about him when he goes off to battle and if he’s away for a long time she’ll send him letters in the post and they’ll write to each other

-She was 16 when she passed away and that was like 45 years before the main plot. She would be an old lady bless her. I like to imagine she would make things for the sins when they visit the castle

-Perhaps she is still too weak to run the country hence why Bartra took over instead

-During the point where they were traitors she had no contact with Gowther since she didn’t know where he was to send him post. He was able to disguise himself and sneak into Liones a few times to visit her but this would only be at least once a year. She would be taking care of the ill Bartra at this point too.

-She helps her niece Elizabeth escape the castle and go get help from the sins!!!

-She would be an amazing auntie!!! Due to the princess’s mother passing away she would be a de facto mother figure to them, having girl talks and ensuring they’re ok!!!

-Gowther is also an amazing uncle to the princesses before he gets exiled. He was always reading to them.

-When the sins manage to clear their name they spend so much time together to make up for the time they lost!!!

-Gowther adores how she is aging and thinks she is aging beautifully, however he fears the day she passes because he doesn’t want to live without her

-They dance a lot!!! She taught him many different dance styles

I hope after all this time you see this and are having a wonderful day 💙💙💙

#nadja liones #gowther nnt #nanatsu no taizai #the seven deadly sins #headcanons

[captainblacklobster2]

All men need something to fight for, a cause to believe in. Tell them that the Emperor needs them to hold that ground at all costs, and they’ll fight like lions.

[acoraxia]

My knowledge of fyss!Kui Mulang is not the best because since the fyss version is in English and the book is extra dense with many characters with different names, it has not been easy for me. I know more about Jttw!Kui Mulang. Jttw is easier for me because there is a version in my native language. But about Kui Mulang and his wife, Kui Mulang kidnapped his wife against her will. He also does not hesitate to hurt her If she does something agaisnt him. Furthermore, the moment Kui Mulang is caught, he betrays his wife and tries to put all the blame on her, saying that she was the one who seduced him.

Many fsyy characters have different names. So I think that's why not many recognize Azure Lion. He was part of the Jie Sect but is later turned into a mount when he loses. I think lmk is not taking fsyy as a prequel to Jttw like New gods. However, I feel like it gives more depth to his character? You know, imagine fighting on the side that accepts you because the other side doesn't really like your kind (from what I understand, there may be good reasons as well as discrimination against the Yaoguai) and then you're humiliated into being the mount of an immortal. And many centuries pass, and you gain respect and connections, but they still don't see you anymore than that. He also becomes very angry when he is not invited to Xiwangmu's peach banquet. I'm not saying this to defend him, but the topic of the Yaoguai and how they are perceived is interesting.

this person is answering questions about fsyy. It's the only blog I've found, so they might be able to give you the info you want to know about fsyy!Kui Mulang. I hope it helps you a lot if you ever need it! :)

https://www.tumblr.com/ryin-silverfish

I'm sorry if I send a lot of asks to reply. I tried to send a response to my ask but apparently my reply is too long??? I'm still not very familiar with Tumblr

Checked my inbox after me and my sib discussed media and honestly it made my mood go from “aw” to “OOOH” so quickly haha

Fyss!Kui Mulang will remain a mystery for a while… we gotta accept this fate my friends. At least until I do a little digging and end up launching him on top of my faves like I did with Erlang and Red Son— AHEM anyways!

I did not know he tried to victim blame his wife.. what the HECK dude… what is wrong with you… my guy.. my dude! What the heck!

Also Yaoguai were always very interesting imo… like at some point it makes you wonder if the hate and judgement they get is justified or not. Yes there are yao that eat people or kill them and do things that aren’t great but what of the ones that are just living? The ones who fight on the side of “good”? Makes you wonder about it. (I did learn that yaoguai stands for creatures that stand outside the natural order/cannot be explained. Which is fun!) Kind of interesting how he was turned into a mount… hm. That’s.. certainly something! Especially for a sentient being capable of thought and speech as eloquent as any other immortal he comes across!

I kind of wish they’d taken fyss as an inspiration ngl.. they did show the Nezha and Ao Bing fight scene but it was obviously shown as more aggressive (in the book, Nezha just smacked him while Ao Bing was the one who launched the first attack—meant to he comedic but also horrifying moment for the Ao family) and it’s funny how they introduced Nü Wa.. because they’ll have to address which version of her it is (in some myths she is the Jade Emperor’s daughter (fyss iirc), in other’s she marries her brother—options!) —but! Anyways, this was a fun read

Definitely makes me think about Azure Lion and Kui Mulang’s characterizations… hm hm hm

#ask #lots of thoughts tonight it seems #my head is so full #book club moment

[lillie98]

STRANGER THINGS X WIZARD OF OZ

I grew up obsessed with “The Wizard of Oz,” so much so that I read some of the original L. Frank Baum books (which I highly recommend). The more I watch and analyze Stranger Things, the more similarities I see between the two stories. For one, gay people in the 80s referred to themselves as being “Friends with Dorothy,” so as not to be outed. That in and of itself is a huge similarity. I also believe each OG Party Member represents a different Oz character—which has huge implications for the overall story.

WILL: He’s our Dorothy (for the reason stated above). He’s on a journey to discover his power and strength, dreaming of a life far away from Kansas (Hawkins). He believes he needs his Ruby Slippers (El’s Powers) to save himself, but he’s always had THE POWER inside him. He can save himself. He meets a cast of characters along the way that teach him about the world and ultimately himself, giving him the strength he needs to defeat his grief and move on from his trauma.

ELEVEN: Eleven is Glinda. She meets Dorothy (WILL) on the journey and guides the Party through their tasks. She is wise and kind, helping Dorothy overcome her trauma and discover the power within him. El’s Powers are the Ruby Slippers (as stated above), which Dorothy thinks she needs to defeat The Wicked Witch of the West (Vecna). By the end of the story, Glinda tells Dorothy she never needed the slippers and had the power within her all along. She disappears and Dorothy returns to Kansas, stronger, surer, and finally processing her trauma.

MIKE: Mike is The Cowardly Lion. Stay with me here. I am absolutely not saying Mike is a wuss, because he’s not. He just thinks of himself this way because of everything people tell him. Lucas says he’s Hopeless, Dustin says he’s Oblivious, his parents say he’s a punk. Why wouldn’t he feel cowardly and afraid? It’s only when Dorothy (WILL) comes into his life and calls him “His Heart” that Mike finally understands his worth and takes up his mantle to fight. He also believes Dorothy needs her Ruby Slippers to win, but will soon discover Dorothy’s incredible powers.

LUCAS: He’s our Tin Man. Lucas loves loudly, but it doesn’t always come across that way. He’s brash and brutally honest, often refusing to sugar coat his words in favor of candor. He fears he is difficult to love because of this and closes himself off to potential love interests, thus becoming “rusty.” It’s only when the Oil Can (MAX) softens him up and accepts him for who he is, that he opens up and discovers the true meaning of love.

(I also think Max could share the Lion with Mike sine they’re basically same person different font)

DUSTIN: Dustin is the scarecrow. We all know Dustin is genius-level intelligent, but he sometimes gets carried away with his discoveries, going to great lengths to indulge his mind (including stealing books from the library). It’s not until someone falls in love with his incredible mind (STEVE) that the Scarecrow learns to harness his intelligence and use it to fight his enemies. His mind will be key in destroying Vecna. Remember the Forever Clock (perfect for the Apocalypse!!)

JOYCE AND HOPPER: Aunt Em and Uncle Henry. They’re Dorothy’s caretakers since his original parents (Lonnie) couldn’t care for him. They know Dorothy dreams of a life far beyond Kansas, but do their best to support him while he’s here. They’ll do anything to keep Dorothy safe.

SUZIE: Suzie is our Wizard. I love this one. The boys go on a journey to find her, she’s wearing green (like, come on), and her house is full of munchkins (literally). Lots of people have created analyses of SUZIE’s house, so I won’t go into detail here, but she is crucial to cracking this code. She’s a master hacker, able to change grades and possibly storylines. She’s not all that threatening, what with being a thirteen-year-old girl, but she holds insane amounts of power.

VECNA: The Wicked Witch of the West. The ultimate Big Bad, hell-bent on destroying Dorothy. Willing to do whatever it takes to bring her down, lest she destroy his plan. She seems unbeatable, always one step ahead, but Dorothy discovers her power and defeats her easily with just a bucket of water. Also the Demo creatures are Flying Monkeys. I will not elaborate.

I’m not sure about the rest of the cast, but let me know in the comments what you think! As far as the story itself is concerned, Dorothy needs to find out about their powers, and we’re so close!! The moment someone removed Soteria, Dorothy’s powers will be released, and Vecna will be toast. This does mean, however, some of our beloved characters will disappear, too—particularly Eleven. She’s Glinda the Good, spirit guide for Dorothy and her Party. Once Dorothy discovers his power, Glinda isn’t needed anymore. Does that mean she will die? Not necessarily, but I do think she will “ascend” to the newly-freed Upside Down (now Heaven instead of Hell) and rule it. She will always be there protecting and guiding them, but unable to cross back over. This is probably where characters like Dustin, Steve, Robin, Lucas? etc. will end up because we all know they’re going to die. It sucks but at least they have somewhere beautiful to go. Anyone not on the hill in the final shot is Free Game for me, unfortunately.

Throughout this journey, Dorothy (WILL) has learned countless lessons from his friends and family that will ultimately fuel him to defeat his grief and trauma once and for all. The only character that will remain is Mike. Mike is more than the Lion, he is Dorothy’s lifeline. Mike makes Will brave. Without him, Will cannot survive. He may have all the power in the world, but it all means nothing if he can’t have Mike. I don’t know about you, but I think that’s pretty beautiful.

Also, since The Wizard of Oz is a story within a story, this entire story of Stranger Things is either a DnD campaign Mike wrote for Will, or a Comic Book series the two boys wrote together. Mike does say he’s been working on a campaign for Will, so this might be what he’s referencing. Either way, it’s going to be incredibly emotional and beautiful, and I can’t wait!!!

#stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #byler endgame #byler #byler is requited #wizard of oz #stranger things headcanons #stranger things analysis #stranger things 5

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

on the sunset savanna event

Alright, so 🙏 In part 3 of the event, we learn that the trio that usually watches over Cheka are predisposed with something else. From the way Leona reacts to this news, it’s implied those three will be participating in Catch the Tail. The number 3 is also just sus because that’s the EXACT number of people needed to form a team for the competition. it’s highly likely we’ll see the NRC squad go up against Cheka’s trio of guards.

It is said that most of the important positions in the guard are held by women, as real lionesses do most of the hunting. This implies that those assigned to guard the young prince Cheka must be women; the nameless temporary replacement guards are also women.

Then… Knowing all of this, does that mean 👁️ 👄 👁️ We will get to see… mayhaps… new women in TWST???? Strong ass women who can kick your butt??? With unique artwork of their own????????

dbsksbsiwjsn I wonder if they’ll be twisted from any particular inspiration??? I’m trying to think of iconic trios from The Lion King, but I can only think of the hyenas (who probably wouldn’t hold a position that high up, if Sunset Savanna society is anything like that of Pride Rock)… The next thing I’m thinking of is Timon and Pumba, but that’s a duo. Maybe the third seat could be filled by… I don’t know, (grown-up) Nala? Rafiki????? I always thought Nala would be a 5 year old like Cheka, so I’m leaning more toward the other options.

OOOOh, or???? Maybe that trio IS twisted from the hyenas meaning Ruggie isn’t twisted from the hyenas???? Kifaji mentions that bird beastmen like himself are rare, and even Farena/Falena has difficulties uniting different kinds of beastmen. What if the hyenas worked their way up to this important position just like Kifaji was able to become Grand Chamberlain?? Keeping these opportunities open to beastmen of all kinds could be one way Farena/Falena tries to unite them.

I guess it could just as easily be three random lionesses too (there’s a whole group of them in TLK that help fight against Scar in the final showdown), but I’m praying to see more characters with explicitly named Disney counterparts xbasvjskwwnif I’m really excited to see how this turns out now!! 🤞

#just me rambling snd speculating #we’ll get confirmation eventually #Leona Kingscholar #Cheka Kingscholar #spoilers #notes from the writing raven #Timon #Pumba #Rafiki #Nala #The Lion King #Ruggie Bucchi #Shenzi #Kifaji #Kifaaji #Farena Kingschcolar #Falena Kingscholar #Scar

[devilsrecreation]

Couple more things about my girl, Ucheshi

Being siblings, Ucheshi tends to bicker a lot with Kiburi, even as adults. Ucheshi 100% starts it since Kiburi’s a lot of fun to mess with lmaooooo

“I told you already, if you’re not gonna join my float, then get out of my territory.”

“I’m not in your territory *takes a step forward* I am now! *steps back* But now I’m not! Am! Not! Am! Not! *giggles*”

“Yeah, that’s real mature.”

“What, I can’t have a little fun?”

“This isn’t fun.”

“You don’t even know what fun is!”

“Course I know what fun is! It’s sparring.”

“Sparring isn’t fun.”

“Is to me.”

“Whatever you say, Mr. Boring.”

“Name-calling? Really?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you based on how boring you are.”

“What does Makuu even see in you?”

“Oh, someone’s jealous!~”

“Jealous of Makuu? Don’t make me laugh!”

“I dunno, you do get really obsessed with him. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you had a secret crush on him!”

“I don’t have a crush on him!”

“You never know!”

“If you weren’t my sister, I swear-“

Yeah, it’s like that

She can outsmart other animals by pulling a Looney Tunes. You know that Rabbit Season Duck Season joke? It’s like that. She mostly does it to Kiburi and his friends for laughs. Hell, she’s even done it to Makuu on occasion

A good example would be during the events of “The Savannah Summit”. Makuu would be ranting about how the other leaders don’t trust him and it’s like

Ucheshi: Look, I’m sure they’ll all warm up to you eventually. You just need to be patient. Give them another chance!

Makuu: Absolutely not. All they and the Lion Guard did was make things harder for us. I’m not giving them any more chances.

Ucheshi: Sure, you will

Makuu: *chuckles* No, I won’t

Ucheshi: Yes, you will~

Makuu: No, I won’t.

Ucheshi: Yes, you will

Makuu: No, I won’t

Ucheshi: You will

Makuu: I won’t

Ucheshi: You will

Makuu: I won’t!

Ucheshi: You won’t

Makuu: I will!

Ucheshi: No, you won’t!

Makuu: Yes, I will and that’s final! In fact, I’m going to go set things right. *starts walking away, but pauses*

Makuu:

Makuu: Clever girl.

She and Kiburi used to rap together all the time when they were kids. They could make a rap about anything and it always made them laugh. They were so in-sync, you could say there was some sort of psychic link between them. It always used to cheer them up whenever the mood was down. It wasn’t the same when they stopped talking. Ucheshi and Hodari had fun doing it (Hodari tried his best) for a while but she still felt that missing link she once had with Kiburi. Meanwhile, Kiburi stopped rapping altogether since he was more serious and Tamka and Nduli couldn’t rap to save their lives (Neema could, but his version is basically FNF with all the sounds he makes lmao)

Their rapping actually helped them find the trail to Udugu. It was very heartwarming when they realized none of them forgot about it

Even though she wasn’t there whenever Kiburi attacked Makuu’s float, the battles would be very different if she was. Kiburi would have a disadvantage, not because Ucheshi is stronger than him (they’re equally strong in terms of fighting), but because Kiburi refuses to lay a claw on his sister. She would do whatever she wanted to him, but he wouldn’t retaliate. He’d even go so far as to protect her from the rest of his float and anyone else who decides to go after her. They may be on the same side, but nobody touches his little sister

#the more i think about her the more i love her #her relationships are so wholesome #oc #the lion guard

[new-poets-society]

The Lion is a Doctor

I’m up way past my bedtime

pacing the halls, 

rushing like good blood pressure. 

The house is empty, yet the sound of me echoes in the ears of loved ones

no matter where they lay their heads. 

I understand. It’s hard to tell if blood is spilling or boiling, or pumping, 

But not to worry--

I can trust myself tonight.

Therefore, I have the authority to flamboyantly waltz around my home, 

A place so alive it feels like a friend,

And spend an evening living without wondering who or what I’m killing. 

  I’m headed to the heart of the Lion 

Specifically, his wardrobe. 

The lion is a doctor, 

and the doctor is not in. 

I rummage with delicacy and delight,

Admiring every textile.

I shall wear whichever torn up tee-shirt I desire,

 It is an honor to don the fluffy robes of a king. 

cloaked in soft armor, 

I dance flamboyantly 

in well-worn slippers

I will never fit. 

I feel small in the best way, 

Like a child 

excited to see how much they’ll grow in one year. 

  My mother let me wear her clogs back when I had the smallest of feet. 

They, too, did not fit. 

The space between my toes and the wood only stood to remind me that at any moment those shoes could come off, 

if they didn’t, they’d threaten to for the duration. 

Every step required grip,

 I kept those clogs on my feet with all the bones and toes I had.

It felt free and wicked 

to kick off that hollowness. 

Let the clogs fall where they may.

  Heavy is the head who wears the crown of Tie inspector,

and I take my job seriously.

 I meticulously examine each one,

naturally fragrant with childhood, 

Memories of young, chaotic mornings woven into silk. 

Silky threads made of a fond routine I always found beautiful and complicated. 

The Lion looped the silk swiftly and seamlessly and frequently

he didn't have time to notice the miracle in the minutia.

30 years on I count their silky crests like a four star General.

I need to make sure everyone is still here,

still intact.

  I spend the remainder of the ritual picking through the Lion’s wardrobe, 

mining for colorful cashmere sweaters.

I tried them on in a cautious frenzy,

with zero intent to return them. 

The layer cake of trial and error reminded me of rainy middle school days. 

When it rained the Lion roared and ordered his cubs to put on a sweater, 

a jacket, boots, gloves, and a cowboy hat.

But what about our hair, Dad?

He braided our manes flawlessly under those cowboy hats 

with tact and finesse we could’ve sworn we were Cleopatra, or Joan of Arc.

We were too small for our armor, sure,

But we knew we’d grow into it. 

In those moments, I didn’t drown in the emptiness of the clogs,

(Not unless I put them on).

The Doctor’s armor is heavy,

The heaviness inspired me 

to grow strong enough 

to carry the weight of battle 

with poise

To wield weapons to protect,

to never forget 

all swords are double edged,

and enemy fire and friendly fire are distinguished

only by which side of the frontline you’re on,

and what you’re fighting for.

  The heart of the Lion was big enough for 10 men..

How did he become so vast? 

The lion’s daughter was almost too busy growing herself

to contemplate the Lion as a man. 

What did the Lion have to do in order to become? 

Who did he have to fight to evolve? 

Which kingdom did he defeat 

to claim such vast internal territory? 

What did he have to survive to keep it? 

Vastness of the soul comes at a cost.

 Is he aware? 

Does he feel that way, too? 

Heavy is the head that wears the scrub cap, 

The cowboy hat, 

The tuxedo,

The tie, 

The torn-up tee-shirt, 

The big slippers, 

The robe. 

 Powerful are the hands

that slice and sew strangers just as beautifully as they braid their baby girls’ hair,

that tie ties,

and bows,

and pack lunchboxes, 

and lay out multivitamins like loose diamonds.

Whatever it took to get here was worth it. 

  The unwitnessed waltz of the wild child is sacred when performed correctly. 

It must poignantly convey the whimsy of childhood 

and punctuate one’s distance from it.

 It should be so comforting that you make room to be confounded---

 this is a delicacy in my culture. 

The discomfort is just as delicious as its saccharine counterpart. 

Tonight, I revisit the inkling I intuited while wrapped in rain gear— 

There is so much more to the Lion than I will ever know. 

The slippers are still too big! 

Will I ever know what it feels like to fit?

 Let alone, fit into these slippers? 

To know exactly how they feel? 

  The answer is of course not, And the Lion wouldn’t have it any other way.

 If I am to become a Lion, I have to survive like one. 

I have to fight for my life especially when I don’t want to.

I have to make room for blissful moments only found in the minutia 

or else, let my soul starve.

 If I don’t learn to hunt and gather my dreams

I won’t know what it takes to keep them,

I won’t know how to make the room necessary

to become, 

to begin,

to be a person I’m proud of,

to remain a person I can trust with my life.

  Tonight, I do not have the answers.  

Wouldn’t I like to know, Dad! 

It would be ungodly of me to ask you.

But I will anyways, 

Just so we can talk a little longer. 

God Bless the Lion man and the parts of his journey I will never know. 

Author: Alexandra Wolf

March 2023

www.alliewolf.com 

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